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The sun shined as if it was still early in the morning, though it was some time after 2:00 PM.
You walked through the semi indoor hallways of your college campus. Your heels, 'click' and 'clack' under you as you inhale the earthy, fresh air from the trees and bushes nearby.
With each step you take, you give small waves and smiles to the people who passed by, some of them would even stop you to say their 'hello's'. Which you don't mind, I mean, more time away from class and people around you would instantly put you on a pedestal. It's a win, win, right?
Yes and no. Most times it is, but today? Nope. Not one of those days.
Everything was going fine, you made small talk with a girl in one of the classes you hardly attend. You stirred the cup in your hand, making the coffee in it, swirl like a tornado. You pretended to give a shit about what she did last Sunday and—wait—how does this concern you?
You kept nodding at her, trying your best to make it seem like you care, but your head was completely empty. Thinking about nothing more than getting out of there. Even class might seem more interesting than this.
Ding, Ding, Ding
thank god
You opened your handbag and scavenged through it. You held your phone against your chest while giving her your best apologetic eyes, slowly backing away from her. "I'm so sorry, I have to take this. Talk to me later, yeah?"
"Oh." Her eyes are a bit wide, probably from your interruption. They soften when she sees you clutch your phone. "It's fine, don't worry about it!"
"Thank you." You smile at her and give her shoulder a light squeeze as you walk straight past her.
You look down at your phone to see who was the glorious being who literally saved you from that walking radio but right as you were unlocking your phone, your eyes widen from feeling it slip from your fingertips and smash into the floor. But that wasn't the worst. You let a high-pitched scream escape when you feel a cold, sticky substance splash against your chest.
You touch the drenched fabric that stuck to your chest and look at whoever bumped—lowkey smashed—into you.
Eren Yeager.
You're fuming. Of course, this washed-up, wanna-be, stoner ruined your clothes. He probably did it on purpose too.
And what makes it worse, is that he's just standing there! No 'oh, so sorry for ruining your day' or anything. He just stood there. Annoyingly, cold expression on his face—as always btw— with his hands tucked in his jeans, and his oversized, layered flannel under that stupid vintage jacket he always wears. His hair, thrown in a messy man-bun, and his neck, covered in necklaces.
He's a weirdo, a loser. No shit he's always alone when this is how he reacts to potentially giving you 3rd-degree burns had your coffee been hot today.
"Fucking idiot! Look at what you did!" You pinch the fabric of your ruined top and show the brown stain he's made.
He, again, did nothing. He just stared at you with those annoyingly perfect green eyes of his, silently asking, 'are you done?'.
"Ugh!" You stomp your foot against the ground. "You're paying for this shit."
To that, he laughed. "What? Daddy's little business not doing well? Can't buy yourself another mediocre shirt?"
You gasp. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you ne-" You whip your head in the direction of the steps that were approaching you.
A few students had heard the commotion and were now walking up to you and Eren; probably to check up on how you are, of course.
When you look back Eren, you're a new person. No, literally. You flash him your best smile. "Oh, this?" You look down at your shirt. "It's fine, thank you for your concern! I'll just buy a new one, it's no biggie."
Your new persona has Eren livid. This isn't the first time you've done this, actually, this is the exact reason why he can't stand you.
You're always like this. Whispering shit about him whenever you thought he wasn't watching, or when you were sure he was. But when you were forced to talk to him, you're suddenly an angel sent from above. And you're not only like this to him, no, to everyone.
But he's different. He can see past your two-faced persona and see the cold, shiny plastic you are. And that's what you hated about him. Sure, that, and the way he behaves in general. He's just...weird.
He has this shitty behavior of yours slip, way too many times now. Enough is enough.
"No, really. I insist. Let me help you." And before you could respond, he's taking hold of your wrist and yanking you in the first door he could see, which was the janitor's closet. Yay!
"What do you think you're doing!" You squealed after he pulled you in the closet.
He turned around and locked the door. When he looked at you, he had that same look in his eyes.
"You're paying for this shit!" With a confident stride running through you, you take a step closer to him and slap that glare off his face.
As his face practically flew to the other side of the room, everything about him changed. His eyes, which were disinterested at first, were now widened and irritated. His right cheek was a stinging, red mess. And his entire aura changed.
Because now you feel like maybe you crossed a line. Maybe you shouldn't have done that, I mean, was it really necessary?
You take a step back once he straightens out his face and looks at you. You felt small under his gaze. With each step backward you took, he took one forward. Like he was some sort of wild animal you had accidentally come across and you're trying to defuse the situation by calmly walking away from it.
But it isn't working. Have your widened, doe eyes not shown that it was a simple mistake? That you don't genuinely hate him, for him to have this attitude towards you?
You had expected him to be some sort of masochist and eventually throw you a smirk. You never thought he would take it this seriously.
And with your last step backward, you feel a cold, harsh surface on your trembling skin. You gasp at the realization that you have nowhere else to go.
Once he stood in front of you, you raised a hand to slap him out of instinct. Eren took a step back and dodged it. He grabbed that hand by the wrist and held it above your head. Through your other hand is still free, you know better than pissing him off more.
His face was centimeters away from yours when he spoke his first words. "What were you saying?" He looked so deeply into your frightened eyes, you felt caged in his gaze. Wanting to get out, you calm your nerves by taking a deep breath—so deep—it raises your chest as your lungs get filled with the cold air of the room.
Eren looked down at what had rubbed against his chest and when he saw what it was, his eyes widened as a breath of his scaped through his parted lips.
Only now has Eren noticed that the spilled coffee on your white shirt has made it completely transparent. He could see everything. Your plush breasts, squeezed together by a black, lace bra as clear as day.
He snapped out of it and looked at you. "You're shallow."
He continued staring into your confused eyes until he broke eye contact when his eyes betrayed him by falling on your breasts again.
When his consciousness caught up to where his eyes laid, he shut them with a hard swallow. "And manipulative."
He looked again.
And with that third look, you understood what was happening. You have the upper hand. As hard as he tries to make it seem like he's in control, your pure existence says otherwise.
"Oh, yeah?" you whisper out, head leaning to the side and eyes locked on his glazed lips.
"Yeah." He breathed out.
You take a deep breath and through your exhale you boldly stick your chest out. Your lower back curves as your chest was joined with his again.
He groaned when he felt your breasts squish in between your body and his. It was all he could look at.
When you see that your body has taken the words straight out of his mouth, you laugh. At first, it was a breathy laugh until it grew into a bigger, mocking laugh, one he knew too well.
"Shut the fuck up." His eyes found yours with lightning speed as he tightened the grip on your wrist.
His warm, almost suffocating hold on one of the most delicate parts of your body, made you feel the heat that emitted from his hands, somewhere else. Holding back a moan, you say, "or what?" You look down at his lips, secretly begging he loses his pride as you have lost yours.
But Eren did nothing. He just stood there, blinking back thoughts. He was looking straight at the ground when you thought that maybe nothing would happen; until you felt something poke at your thigh.
You scoff.
Why'd he act all tough and then take a step back when you obviously wanted him? Since his ego seems to get the best of him, you take your free hand and place one of his hands on your breast.
Eren's body tensed as his eyes grew as wide as the moon when it's at its fullest state. Mouth, as dry as a desert that hasn't seen a drop of water in years. His head, filled with how badly he wanted to hold every other part of your body; with how he wanted to fill you up as much as the thoughts of your body filled his head.
You roll your eyes and place his hand that hung by his side, on your other breast. You felt a hot feeling rush through your body and pool on your panties when he boldly squeezed. Your cheeks were so hot, they itched.
You lick your lips and look at him. His eyes were glued on your breasts, nothing you did took them away from them. Even with every little squirm or moan, his eyes never abandoned your breasts.
"What were you saying?" You tilt your head.
He kept quiet and let his heavy breathing speak for him.
"Not so tough now, huh?" You laugh.
"Shut up." He squeezed on your breasts harder and pulled a moan from you.
The sticky, brown-tinted fabric of your top that hugged your breasts, allowed a better view of how they looked under Eren's touch. But he needed the real thing. He needed this off of you. Now.
He peeled your shirt off and threw it behind him. He looks you in the eye and waits for you to nod before freeing your breasts off your bra.
When the cold atmosphere hit your nipples, they perked.
"Fucking slut. Probably dripping wet."
"You can check."
He trailed his hand down your stomach, lifted your skirt, shoving your lace thong to the side as his fingers met with your wet folds.
Eren, treating you like this, being wrapped around your finger has your head spinning. And though you want this just as much as he does, you can't help but mess with him. "Why so quiet? Where's that tough act now?" You snicker.
A deep groan rumbled from his throat as he shut his eyes. But that simple comment made up his mind. If you wanted to act like a fucking brat, you were going to be put in your place.
He snapped your panties back in place and let go of the hold he had on your breast. He gripped your hair and force you down on your knees.
"If I shove my dick down your throat, will you shut the fuck up?" He shoved your face against his jeans, rubbing the prominent bulge of his pants on your face. "Is that what you want? Huh?"
You look up at him and nod, your throat gone too dry to reply to him.
"Do it then."
You practically jump to unbuckle his belt. You could feel bruises forming on the sensitive skin of your knees that met with the harsh, cold stone under them.
The satisfying sound of the buckle of his belt, clinking, filled the air as you slid his jeans down and let them pool around his ankles.
You take a hold on the outline of his cock, giving him a quick squeeze before rubbing up and down on and suppressing a moan.
Eren knew what game you were playing and wasn't going to let you win. He whipped his dick out and tapped the tip of his dick on your lips.
"Open."
You slowly do so while sticking your tongue out he wasted no time in shoving it in your mouth as far as he could, which makes you gag against him.
"What? You use that mouth of yours so well to make my life a living hell, don't tell me you're no good for sucking dick." He stilled his movement and let you adjust to his size.
After pulling him back a bit you start sucking. You gather as much saliva to the front of your mouth and spit it on his cock. You spread it all over him. Hands move up and down as you lock your eyes with his. You chuckled every time you saw him struggle to suppress a groan.
You hollow your cheeks and suck on him, let him out of your mouth to lick on the tip of his head; only to have him groan and push your head down his cock. Eren takes a firm hold on the back of your head and carefully pulls you further in at first. He gives you slow and soft thrusts as he tries to angle your head just right to fuck your throat. When he finds that perfect angle, he takes no mercy on your poor throat as he uses it in the way he desires.
Eren looks down at you, taking him so well, gagging on him as he fucks your tight throat. He thinks he likes you like this. But when he sees you reaching down a hand to circle on your clit, he pulls you away.
"Think I'm gonna let you cum this easily?" He laughs. "You're dumber than you look."
He looks around the room, from left to right. You sit back on your calves and look up at him confused about why he moved towards the janitor's cart.
He rolls it closer to him and takes a few spray bottles away from the top of the cart. He throws them on the ground. He then looks inside at the yellow trash bin that's hanging by the side of it. When he sees it's empty he makes up his mind.
"Get up."
You obey and stand. Your knees ache because of the harsh ground that was against them, and your calves cramp from sitting on them for so long.
With each step, your legs tremble a bit. Eren furrowed his brows, almost annoyed at your body for reacting to his harshness. "Can't walk already?" Face filled with irritation being covered by his obnoxiously obvious teasing tone.
Though his words make your cheeks burn from embarrassment, you still think of something to snap back at him, but before you could do so, he reached for your wrist and pulled you to him. A few steps later you were pushed against his chest.
You look at him, your eyes wide and filled with surprise. His eyes were dark and dull, but dreamy. Too easy to get lost in. Why did you ever make fun of him? His lips were plum. A bit red from arousal, but glistening from him licking them.
"Turn around."
You push yourself off him and turn. His breathing was so heavy, you felt almost suffocated by it. Warm air, hitting your exposed skin, making shivers run down your spine as your body hairs prickle. The heat of his body felt as if it was being absorbed into yours. His energy, different from every guy you've been with; different from the one he had when you entered this room. Something about him made it easy for you to submit to him, even though you're not the type to. Something about how roughly he treats you, how he doesn't care about your status has your legs trembling as your cunt aches, wanting, begging to be filled by him.
Eren grabs your shoulders and moved your sideways until you were directly in front of the cart. He pushed your upper body towards it, making your ass stick out and rub against him. You moan and push yourself harder against him, drawing small circles on him as you swirl your hips. He pins your arms behind your back and pushes you forward. "What are you doing?" you whisper.
The cart was too tall for you to be in the position he wanted you to be. Since he couldn't get you to lay on it, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you on top of it. Your stomach and chest laid on the cool surface, as your ass stuck out for him, your legs dangling off the cart.
"Damn skirt is so short I don't even gotta lift it up. Tell me, you wore this for me?" Harsh slap on your ass. "Mhm? Wear this for me to fuck you like this? Fucking slut."
His words went south. Making you flutter around nothing as he rubbed his tip on your clothed cunt.
Eren rubbed his heavy palm on the aching spot on your ass and squeezed it. He sets your panties to the side and rubs on your slit, up and down with his thumb.
You swing your feet and arch your ass as you moan for him.
"Impatient little thing." He circles on your clit for a bit before forcing a finger in. Slick, making it slide easy. A groan bubbled up in his throat as he stuck another finger in. He pumps his fingers into you and drops down on his knees. He licks on your clit and forces his head as close to you as possible.
"Eren, I need you," you whine out.
He pulls his head away. "Need what?"
"You, need you."
He huffs as he stands up. Eren spreads your ass and rubs his thumb on the curve of where your ass connects to your legs and brushes his dick up and down your entrance. He teases his tip through your folds and forces a moan out of you when he pushes his tip, in.
He chuckled. "Soaked for me, huh?"
Heat rushed to your face as you laid your hot cheek on the cool surface of the cart.
He kept teasing you by fucking his tip into you, laughing, when you squirmed under him. He felt on top of the world as he saw the picture that clouded his thoughts late at night, right in front of him.
When you finally moan from just his tip, that's when he pushed all of him into you with one thrust. Bottoming out as you're stretched to the max.
He was so big, so wide, so long. His tip rested on your cervix as your walls squeezed him in. You were unsure of how he would move with how much of a tight fit he was, the mere thought had your head spinning. He's definitely the biggest you've ever had. You've never felt fuller in your life.
Eren, though he doesn't like you one bit, can admit he has never felt another girl in the way he's feeling you. Your walls pulsate around him, milking him of what's yet to come, as your slick gathers around your smooth walls and completely lathers him in it.
"You got one good quality, huh?" he says through shut eyes.
He rests his hands on your ass and pushes out. Your pussy suctioning his movement and making him lean toward you with shut eyes.
Nothing would be more embarrassing than if he came with hardly one thrust. You would never let him live it down. He needs to get his shit together.
Eren separates himself from the moment. He mentally puts himself somewhere else because holy fuck he doesn't think he can fully enjoy you without cumming.
He thrusts back in and refuses to look at your body or allow himself to groan. His eyes were tightly shut, as were yours, but not for the same reason.
Eren kept thrusting, slowly filling the air with splotchy sounds of wet skin against skin. Each thrust was so harsh, so deep, your body was pushed forward every time his pelvis met with your hips. His cock didn't kiss your cervix, no, it smashed against it. Definitely bruising it. You felt like you were being stabbed.
You reach a shaky hand under your stomach and reach your clit. When you circle it, it eases the ache of his stretch on your walls and the assault on your cervix. Makes you feel good, too good.
Eren continues to fuck into you, you could feel his thrust from your hand on your clit because of how thick he was. His size makes your head spinny and foggy. He slid in and out of your plush walls with more ease each time. You were dripping wet, feeling sorry for whoever has to clean up the mess you're making in the poor janitor's cart.
"Fuck—you're useful for once, huh?" He pants as he opens his eyes.
You squeeze your eyes shut with a whimper leaving through your lips.
"Huh?" He slaps your ass, you respond with a moan. And right when he was about to spank you again. "Yes! Fuck, yes!" Tears prickling on your pretty eyelashes.
"This is all you're good for." He spanks you again, again and again. Each time your ass jiggled with each harsh thrust of his, he just had to slap it back into place. Your skin, stinging from his harshness but pussy squeezing him impossibly tighter with want. With lust. You love this. You needed this. You craved this.
No one would ever dare to treat you like this, and the fact that it's Eren of all people, has your head spinning.
Eren removes his hands from your ass and places them on the ledge of the cart. Now pulling himself into you, wanting to reach into the deepest parts of you that no one has ever done before.
The tears that pricked at your eyelashes earlier have now made their path known as they mark your tingly cheeks. Delicate sobs drip from your plump lips just as fast as each tear, drops.
"You gonna cum? Hm?" Eren takes a hold of your nape and forces your head down on the cold surface of the cart. Your head is foggy on the contrast between your fiery cheek being joined with the cold surface.
"Yes!" You know he won't give it to you so easily. "Please let me cum, Eren. Please, please, please." You were a mess. Babbling things you know you won't remember after this, and the chain of pleads only stopped when you felt his thick, harsh fingers rubbing fast circles on your clit.
"Think you've been good, huh?"
"Yes! I'll do anything, please." Your mascara, racing down your cheeks, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth once they reach it.
"Stop—making my life a living hell." He grips on your ass cheeks and moves you at the pace of his thrust. "And—I'll even consider doing this a couple of times—per week." He panted, close himself.
You moan, "fuck, okay, yes. Please." You tighten yourself around him. Which caught Eren completely off guard, as he was on edge.
Through a hiss and a tight squeeze on your ass, he groaned, "holy fuck, take it. Fucking take it."
He slams into you deeper and circles on your clit faster until you feel the coil that had been building up in your cunt, explode. Explode into a million pieces. Explode in a way, it has never happened before. In a way, no one has been able to archive. You felt it all. That build, erupting from your clit and making your entire body feel euphoric off your high. Your nipples perked, dangling legs trembling, pussy spasming and milking him in a way he has never felt before.
Eren came to you a few strokes after your high. He's surprised he lasted as long as he did. But the second your plush walls squeezed him in, almost trapping his soul too, he couldn't hold it back anymore. With a final thrust, he came deep inside you. Emptying himself in your belly after his whole body contracted. He pulled out with a hiss. And held himself above you by leaning on top of you. Each arm caging you in, cum drooling out of you, and hypersensitive body trembling under him. You were both there, exhausted, sharing the moment as the air filled with heavy pants.
Eren was the first one to speak. "We should go to class." He moved away from you and snapped your panties back into place.
"Yeah." You push yourself off the cart. Your feet meet the floor with a thud.
Eren dresses back up. His belt clinked as he moved to fix his clothes.
When you turned around to face him, Eren's eyes dropped down to your chest before meeting with your eyes, just like he had done earlier. Except now, he felt a pang of guilt.
You lean your head to the side, confused as to why he was staring when you were finished.
You received your answers when he took his flannel off. "Sorry about your shirt."
You look down and remember why you came into the closet in the first place.
He hands you his flannel. You hesitate to put it on, but when you did, you felt guilty for ever treating him badly. Maybe he didn't deserve it.
Eren stared at you longer than he should have once his clothing attire covered your body.
He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He looks at the ground for a bit before turning around and opening the door to exit. He turns his head and looks at you up and down before speaking.
"Um, Later."
And with that, he left you there, in his flannel that smelled like him. Musk and weed.
You stay in the closet, longer than necessary; wondering what it is about him that has your heart stammering.
Whatever.
You adjust and dust your skirt, before walking out of the room.