resonance
summary: eren's fed up with the lingering stares, the much-too-friendly smiles, the way your face lights up when you make eye contact with him. he's tired of this stupid little game of cat and mouse. he needs to know where you stand.
pairing: eren jaeger x m!reader
tags: smut, everyone is 18+, dubcon(?), eren's a jerk and kinda toxic <3, amab reader, pet names (pretty boy), blowjob, hair pulling, throat fucking, swallowing, fucking in a car, possessive behavior
wc: 1.4k
18+ only | minors do not interact
His hands -- they felt oddly gentle, you thought, even as one of them circled your bicep and dragged you along.
Eren walked with purpose. His expression was stern and hard to read, the air around him felt thick, but you followed as well as you could, even with your feet tripping up under you.
"What are you doing?" Eren said. Even in the low light, you felt a little exposed under his stare.
"What?"
"What?"
"You fucking-- you--" his voice rose involuntarily, and Eren groaned. He suddenly decided that simply dragging you away from your friends' get-together wasn't enough. Ripping open the car door, he pushed you inside with those strong-yet-gentle hands from earlier.
Within the privacy of the vehicle, behind those tinted windows, Eren urged his knee between your legs and began to crawl inside, hovering over you in your half-laid position. You scooted yourself backwards, moving until your back was once again pressed against his car door.
Only this time, nobody could see the two of you.
You'd never felt scared of Eren. You didn't then, either, watching with confusion as he shut the door behind him.
"Dude, what's your problem?" You asked, words starting to lose the playful edge from before. Eren groaned again and scrubbed a hand down his face.
"You're my fucking problem. You're always fuckin' lookin' at me like that, always laughing at everything I say," he started crawling toward you again, and you pried your eyes away from his face, growing more nervous. The veins in his forearms seemed more prominent than ever. They were a pleasant distraction. "So, what's the deal? What are you doing?"
If you didn't know better, you'd think Eren was actually angry with you. But something about how his leg pressed into your sweatpants told you differently. "It's called being friends, Eren." You replied, trying to keep your voice even.
"Bullshit."
He leaned further, pressing harder into your center. Eren's scowling face was getting closer and closer and soon enough you couldn't think past the smell of his cologne, past the feeling of his hand slamming onto the window next to your cheek.
"You don't laugh at Jean like that. You don't look at Armin like that." He gripped your jaw with his free hand, forcing your gaze forward, "look at me."
Your entire body lit aflame all at once -- Eren's breath ghosted across your face, his half-lidded eyes bore into you, his fingers dug into your cheeks and forced a little pout from your lips. All this, with his knee pressed against your half-hard dick. The corners of his lips twitched up in a self-satisfied smirk.
Eren chuckled, the sound feeling rumbly in the tiny space between you both. He shifted his weight and leaned back, bringing his hand down to grip you through your sweats -- embarrassingly enough, you gave him exactly what he wanted in the form of your breath catching audibly in your throat.
"Eren--" you started at once, springing up, but the brunette stopped you. In perhaps the most surprising few moments of the night, Eren leaned in again, and pressed his forehead against yours. The stern gaze never wavered, never losing any of the fire behind it, even as your noses brushed together and your heartbeat jumped between you both.
"Tell me you don't want this." He said, his palm working against your hardening cock slowly, "tell me I'm wrong, and I'll stop."
You didn't say anything. What could you say, anyway? He wasn't wrong. You just didn't know you were so obvious about it.
So, with your throat tight and blood rushing in your ears, you kissed him.
Turns out there was a lot you misjudged about Eren, but your years of friendship awarded you the knowledge that he was a rough sort of guy -- it only made sense that his hand would be knotted against your scalp, urging your wet lips across the smooth skin of his dickhead. Warm precum mixed itself with your spit. He groaned deliciously once you darted your tongue out to lap up the mess. "Fuck," Eren almost whined, "put it in your mouth already."
You managed a playful look at him from between his muscular thighs. "Someone's eager."
Eren smacked his cock against your cheek. "Says the one about to suck my-- oh fuck--"
He threw his head back, abandoning the comeback as soon as your lips smoothed over him. You slid your tongue around in dizzying patterns, working Eren's cockhead to the back of your throat, partly out of spite for his attitude, and partly because it was so fucking hot to watch him writhe like this.
Eren tightened his hold on you, peering down with a pinched expression and a clenched jaw, drinking in the view of his dick sliding in and out from between your lips.
Intoxicating, would be one word for the little world you two were lost in inside Eren's sleek black car.
He gripped your hair harder, guiding you up and down his shaft as freely as you'd let him. The air grew thicker with all his pants, with every mumbled curse and every twitch of his thighs -- you found yourself closing your eyes, relaxing your throat, and letting him use you however he wanted while you kneaded your own dick beneath your waistband.
"Fuckin' knew it, knew you wanted my cock," Eren groaned, fucking into your mouth with new fervor. He watched you squeeze your hardened dick, watched your eyes close impossibly tighter with his nasty words. "How many times you jerk off thinkin' about me? Thinkin' about my dick in your throat?"
You whined -- both the sound and the vibrations made Eren shudder.
"Fuck-- take it, pretty boy," he grumbled, his muscles tensing, "so fuckin' good at suckin' me off."
Mind in shambles, you couldn't help but pry your eyes open to gaze up at his gorgeous face, some sweat gathered along his forehead from your shared body heat. Eren stared down at you with hazy eyes. You rutted against your own hand, fucking desperately into it while your friend fucked just as desperately into your mouth.
His thighs clenched around you, his abs tensed beneath the palm you laid across them. "M' gonna cum," Eren groaned, "gonna cum down your throat-- a-ah," he continued breathlessly, pushing your head down as far as he could, until your nose pressed against the fine dark hairs along his pelvis.
You let your eyes slide shut again, trying to relax as much as you could, but your jaw ached, your throat squeezed, tears sprang forward involuntarily. Eren's dick pulsed in your mouth as he came. His moans spilled out of his lips so brokenly, if you weren't in such a hormonal daze, you would've wondered how long he waited for a moment like this.
When you're finally able to pull yourself off of his length, Eren lets his hand slide down from your scalp, to cup your cheek. His chest rose and fell rhythmically. The impossibly hard gaze he'd pinned on you all night suddenly felt much softer around the edges, almost longing in the way he looked down at you. A rough thumb swept away some moisture from the corner of your swollen lips.
"Fuck, you did so good," Eren breathed, watching you dip your head down and rest your forehead against his inner thigh. You continued stroking your own cock as he praised you, a little groan leaking out against his clammy skin. He ran his long fingers down the back of your neck, down your spine, so gentle and delicate compared to the rough way he held you just seconds prior.
"Let me take care of you."
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This is gonna seem random but did you grow up with completely different ideas on what the characters in the HP universe look like?
Cause I every time I see what the characters looked like in the movies I’m reminded on how I completely disregarded their character descriptions and created my own.
Like for some reason I thought Pansy had blond hair and pigtails?? And to this day I still imagine McGonagall looking like that secretary lady from Miraculous Ladybug. Dumbledore was just Gandalf. Don’t get me started on Lupin. My heart genuinely broke seeing what he actually looked like.
Idk just a penny for your thoughts?
Growing up, I never imagined Harry as half Indian or Hermione as black, but I'm absolutely besotted with the headcanons and totally embrace it. Harry and Hermione's skin colours were never really specified in the books, so the world's your oyster 🤷♀️
Also, I was born in 2004, so 3 out of 8 movies had been released, and I had the film cast to consider in my tiny, pre-adolescent brain. Like you said, though, the movie portrayals were never quite... up to scratch. Hermione’s hair was never bushy enough, the Marauders were too old, Harry didn't have green eyes, etc etc...
Jason Isaacs as Luscious Lucius though?
✨️Perfection✨️
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