EARNED IT ; eren jaeger

chapter thirty-two!: hotel.

𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋.

10.1k words, get comfortable. light smut: (m) oral receiving, cumming on (f) face, mouth cumming + potentially more. vote.

"Do you feel any better, babe," Eren softly asks you. His soft lips parted as he inhaled the nostalgic air, before exhaling as he comfortably sat beside you. His head resting on a plush pillow, he laid beneath his head for support. He observes the show that played as he held in the built-up tension of gloom, from a minuscule scene that displayed something similar to a moment in his past.

"Hm, just horny," You honestly reply, your eyes buttered with profound lust at the sultry thought of Erenʼs head buried in between your soft, pliable thighs, feathering love-stuffed tender kisses upon your calves before roughly eating you out till your heart's content as the sun softly set. The mere signs of the illuminating sun, dimming, decreasing and shrinking as a moonlit sky invaded the atmosphere, engraving its sombre hues and moon within the spacing.

"Youʼre barely able to walk, but now you want to get fucked again? I haven't even seen you walk without flopping, give it a few days," Eren says his tone warm as he glanced at the soft, yet gentle sight of you, besides him, within his reach. God was this moment beyond perfect, so fucking perfect, he felt it lace around his dainty fingers.

"Very funny, 'ren, that was just a warm up, I'm ready now." Your breathing halts as he brings his calloused fingers against the skin of your inner thigh, pressing softly down as you gasped.

"Youʼre sensitive. Doubt you'll be able to handle me now. I want you walking when we go to Leviʼs masquerade, not flopping over. Got it, babe?" Eren looks at you, his lips resting in a subconscious smile, a smile you ignited at every second he spent with you.

"I understand, 'ren," You reply, your eyes drawing to the canvas of his handsome face.

"You seem ready to fuck, so I presume youʼre ready to go out." He covers his mouth as you glare at him. Your eyes looking as if they were carved out, dripping with crimson, thick blood, coated with its signature look.

"We're going out! It's almost five pm. We need clothing, we can rest all day tomorrow ― go wherever you want." Eren pleads, his fantasies reigniting at the pure thought of seeing you in a dress for the third time.

"Fine, let's go now, 'ren. I'm down, you're driving though," Sighs are drawn from your lips as you got up from the spot you occupied beside him, flaunting your butt as the fabric paved its way around your curves, almost symbolically in a sense, heightening your beauty in Erenʼs eyes. He viewed you as someone so beautiful in his perspective, someone so perfect, he felt as if he was too short of meeting the standards of someone of your power.

"Youʼre literally wearing shorts in the cold... Did I fuck you so hard to a point you lack common sense?" Eren laughs, throwing his head back onto the pillow as he glanced at you near the edge of the bed.

"Hm, maybe you have to fuck me until I gain back my sense..." You laugh.

"Maybe I will, wanna hear you moan my name." He replies.

"One day. Now let me change these shorts as it's too cold," You glance at Eren, your lips arching into a smile, your heart skipping a critical beat as Eren returned a tender smile to you, a pretty blush slumbering on his cheeks. You adored when he unwillingly blushed as he was unmoving, sporting a pretty boyish grin on the canvas of his tanned face, riddled with beautiful features he had inherited. You couldnʼt help but want to run your supple fingertips upon every spot that was invaded by accident by the scarlet hue, the beautiful scarlet hue youʼd milk out of him.

Like his cum.

"I'll wait for you," Eren bites his bottom lip, sheepishly sealing his eyes closed, throwing his head back, groaning continuously at the fact that his large hand had collided roughly with the bed frame.

"You wonder what it'll be like when we get back to college?" You hesitantly ask him, your eyes darting towards the dresser in an instant as you were unaware of the reaction that was bound to engrave itself on the mannerisms he held and maintained. He rarely ever told a mere fib, so honest answers were bound to slip from the currently sealed lips of his.

"Itʼll be a minor change, but not too different. Except for the fact that I'll be sleeping with you in your dorm 24/7. Your bed is hella comfortable, don't think I've ever told you that." Eren glances at you as you pull a pair of black jeans out of the dresser, shrugging to yourself as they were doable, bound to hug every aspect of your butt and the curve of your lithesome hips.

"So you're not rocking with me going to your dorm now?" You ask, a tint of sarcasm in your tone as you bend over to analyse the contents within the oak draws, that hogged the space you were standing in front of.

"It's too noisy, plus your place is calmer," Eren softly speaks, his teal eyes scanning your figure as you removed your shorts, revealing your cotton white underwear as you settled the clothing piece aside ― shorts from the time he went shopping with you before you both decided to fulfil the journey of staying in his motherʼs home. A home in which will now carry many memories the both of you will look back on, look back on in happiness as you pave your future paths.

"I guess youʼre right. Watch Jean attempt to tag along," You put a leg through your jeans, attempting to bring up Jean as you wanted, desperately wanted to know how Eren felt about such a situation, how he was handling such a thing.

Though you knew, knew deep down he was unsure of what to say about Jean as he didn't want to hurt you, as Jean was a friend to the both of you. Someone who you had both confined in, trusted. Someone you had both grown up with, he was somebody, somebody you felt as if was playing a subtle game of dress-up with his emotions.