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Chapter 7: Don't Blame Me

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: vaginal fingering, handjob, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal sex (missionary), creampie

Summary: Your relationship with Eren becomes more intense and more complicated than you ever bargained for.

Notes: Beer pong rules are different for everyone. Personally, I always thought it was gross having to drink the alcohol from the cup the ball lands in. That thing is tossed all over the place (like the nasty floor). These rules are a slight variation. Also, RIP Sandra’s bedsheets lol. Song is “Don’t Blame Me” by Taylor Swift.

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Playing beer pong versus your fuck buddy Eren Jaeger with a Spartan warrior as your partner is not what you expected when you agreed to go out on Halloween night.

Mike drags you through the crowd, coaxing you into playing the game alongside him. Nearing the beer pong table, you notice Eren standing to the side next to a Delta Mu who’s dressed in a bumblebee costume.

“Has anyone called dibs for the next round?” Mike addresses the crowd. “This angel and I would like to play next.”

When no one claims it, he looks at you, grinning. “You ready?”

“Sure. But I might be really bad.”

“It’s easy. Just throw the ball into one of the cups. If you make it, they have to take a shot.” He points at a small table to the side that has rows of shots lined up. “If they make it, we have to drink.” He puts his arm around you. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.”

You and Mike step towards the table at one end, rearranging the cups in the standard triangle formation, checking that they are still partially filled with water. Across from you is Eren and the Delta Mu woman. The opposing team.

“Eren! My man. I guess we’re playing you. What’s your pretty friend’s name?”

“I’m Pieck,” she responds with a friendly wave. You return her smile, introducing yourself. You sneak a quick glance at Eren, who wears a scowl. He doesn’t look at you; his focus is on the cups on your side of the table.

What’s going on in that head of his? Is he taking this game that seriously?

Or could it be that he’s jealous?

Eren, who fucks you like a madman then cuddles you lovingly, only to pretend that you don’t exist. Eren, who calls you baby and sweetie as he plows you into his mattress but acts as if he doesn’t remember your name at the parties. Eren, the man who refuses to share a meal together in public, while being totally obsessed with eating you out.

Can the guy who refuses to recognize any feelings for you really be jealous?

You decide to test it out.

Mike asks, “You guys want to go first?”

“Sure,” Pieck answers, offering the ball to her partner.

He still doesn’t speak while he lines himself up and releases the ping pong ball, sinking it directly into the middle cup.

“Nice,” Mike compliments. Eren simply shrugs. The urge to roll your eyes at his forced indifference is strong, but you manage to reel it in.

Mike reaches over to the other table to grab a shot, ready to chug it until Eren finally talks, demanding, “I want her to take it.”

You look at him, startled by his sudden acknowledgment of you. He stares at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before. You recognize a hint of a smirk on his face. A glint of wickedness in his eyes.

“Fine,” you oblige, taking the liquor away from Mike and throwing it back. It burns trickling down your throat, but you do your best to avoid a grimace, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter.

“Can I take the first shot, Mike?” you ask your teammate.

“Of course.”

“Can you show me how?”

It isn’t difficult to throw a ping pong ball. You’re fully aware of how this simple game works. But with Eren staring daggers from across the table, you can’t help but milk this for all it’s worth. And knowing Mike, he’s going to take full advantage of teaching you all the right ways to play this silly game.

He stands behind you, his voice low and husky. “You gotta angle your body, make sure you’re center.” Hands on your waist, he positions you correctly, pressing himself against you. His warm breath grazes your ear. “Just shoot straight and you’ll make it. You got this.”

Eyes forward, you avert Eren’s glare as you release your arm and toss the ball, landing it at the top of the triangle.

“Atta girl!” Mike exclaims, rubbing your shoulders.

“I think the lifeguard should take the shot.” You point at Eren, refusing to say his name. He walks to the table and chugs it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His brow twitches, either from annoyance or amusement.

The game continues, Pieck going next and scoring, resulting in Mike drinking. This goes back and forth, tosses sometimes landing and sometimes not. Whenever either of you make it into a cup, you and Mike high five each other. A few times, he gives you a one-armed hug. Even once does he smack your butt, which at this point, you’re tipsy enough to not be embarrassed by.

Eren broods in your direction, not at all interacting with his poor teammate, who still seems to be enjoying herself. You and Eren are playing your own private game with each other, your partners totally unaware of the unspoken tension hanging in the air. Every time he scores, his gaze drifts towards you, a slight crack in that frown of his, trying to contain the cocky smirk you know he wants to show off.

Just a few cups left on both sides of the table, Mike prepares to launch his attack. Before he does, he turns to you, raising the ball to your face. “Blow on it. For good luck,” Mike says, winking. You give him a cheeky grin as you blow out a puff of air into his fist. From your peripheral, you see Eren roll his eyes, giving you a sense of satisfaction.

It goes into the second to last cup on their side. Eren lets out an obvious groan, retrieving a shot from the table and downing it aggressively. Slightly wobbly, he gets ready for his turn. It lands into the corner cup, leaving one remaining on both sides now.

Pieck and you both miss on your turns. There’s still one cup remaining at the very end of the table as Mike prepares to throw.

“How about a kiss this time?” he asks you, tapping on his cheek. “For good luck, of course.”

You hesitate for a split second, fully aware that Eren is watching. You want to see how far you can push his buttons. How upset you can make him. If he truly doesn’t have feelings for you, he wouldn’t care about your actions. But here he is, huffing and puffing all night because of a silly game. Maybe if you up the ante, he’ll break.

Besides, this is payback for all the times he made you feel like shit.

Leaning in with a pout, you plant an obnoxious smooch on Mike’s cheek. Smiling, he propels the ball and lands it straight into the remaining cup, winning the game.

The nearby crowd cheers, patting you and Mike on the shoulders. Smiling, you wrap your arms around his neck as he embraces you in return, his hands gliding to your waist. Eren stands at the other side, jaw and fists clenched. Pieck has a grin on her face, clapping.

Mike reaches out to them. “Great game you two. That was fun.” You follow suit, shaking Pieck’s hand first. When you approach Eren, he takes your hand and squeezes it gently, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. You can almost feel him tugging you in closer, but he doesn’t. As soon as you let go, you miss the feeling of his skin on yours.

With one last glance at you, he goes to the corner where his big bro and Bertolt are, crossing his arms, sulking.

Back to the same bullshit.

Thinking this is the last interaction you’ll have with him tonight, you join your friends again in the kitchen, bragging about your win.

“Eren looks pissed,” Connie chuckles. “He must really hate losing.”

“He looked like that the entire time. I feel bad for Pieck, but she was a good sport,” Mike mentions. He turns to you, smiling. “You did great, by the way.”

You wave him off. “Beginner’s luck. Besides, I had a really good teacher.”

“Yeah? I can teach you something else. If you’re up for it.” There’s thirst dripping from his low voice. You’re nervous and excited all at once, cheeks flushed with heat from the alcohol you’ve been consuming. Feeling a little reckless and loose.

Entertaining the idea, you ask him, “What do you mean?”

He leans into you, breath hot on your ear, the sickly-sweet smell of liquor wafting from his mouth. “Follow me.”

You swallow the saliva collecting on your tongue, letting him lead you out the kitchen. Mikasa wolf whistles, causing the rest of your friends to giggle while you head upstairs.

The two of you enter the first bedroom in the hallway, Mike shutting the door behind him. He steps towards you, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. You look at him, lips parted and breath shallow as he leans in closer to kiss you.

His lips are plush on yours, facial hair rough against your skin. Your tongues slide around each other’s, kisses getting messier as he directs you to the bed. You lie on your back, angel wings crushed beneath you, legs dangling off the edge. He surrounds you, scattering soft kisses onto your neck.

His body is hot and heavy. Your skin tingles with frenzy having him on top of you like this.

But it doesn’t feel right.

“Mike.” His name sounds foreign on your tongue. Unfamiliar and new.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes. But I…” your voice trails off as his fingers drift down to fondle your breasts. His hands are bigger than Eren’s. The itch of his mustache on your neck is unusual.

“What is it? What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He turns his face up to suck on your ear lobe, dragging it down with his lips. More heat rushes into your cheeks, overwhelmed by the sensation growing between your legs. You’re aroused; there’s no denying it. He’s sexy and titillating. Still, something isn’t right.

It has nothing to do with him. It’s you.

You’re thinking about Eren.

As Mike reaches the hem of your angel dress, you can’t help imagining Eren on top of you instead, his nimble fingers toying with the fabric of your white lacey panties. He mutters, “Fuck,” rubbing at the wet spot from your arousal. “Can I finger you?”

In a daze, you nod, feeling his middle finger slip pass the lace into your slick entrance.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

In your mind, Mike’s dirty words are replaced with Eren’s low voice whispering good girl to you over and over again. The thought of him makes you wetter as Mike continues to pump into you.

“Can you jerk me off, princess?” He kneels beside you, shoving his Spartan kilt down his waist to free his erection. You wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking him. Wishing it were Eren instead.

Another finger slips into your pussy while he thrusts into your fist, grunting. You lie still on the bed next to him, flustered and hasty for him to come. Feeling guilty, thinking of someone else as he tries to pleasure you. He’s nice, he’s fun, he likes you.

It’s not the same. He’s not Eren.

Mike’s dick twitches in your fist as he orgasms, cum dribbling out of his slit and dripping down your knuckles. He pulls out of you, observing your slick on his fingers. “Did you come?”

“Yes.” It’s a lie. You didn’t.

Chuckling, he kisses you. He hoists up his kilt and hops off the bed. “Should we head back to the party?”

You sit up, stretching your defiled hand out. “I’m going to use the bathroom first. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Right. See you later.” He gives you a wink before exiting the room.

Conveniently, there’s a bathroom in the bedroom. You walk to the sink, rinsing Mike’s cum from your hands. Searching the cabinets and drawers, you find a pack of baby wipes and clean yourself up, removing any evidence of your naughty deed.

Finally alone, you let out a prolonged sigh, processing what just happened. Everything feels wrong. Mike has been nothing but kind to you. And yet, Eren still lingers in the back of your mind. You’re in deeper than you ever expected. No matter how much you try to escape him, you always find yourself back in his clutches. It’s your own fault for letting yourself sink so far down the abyss.

Checking yourself in the mirror one more time, you exit the bathroom. You’re startled to see an all too familiar figure leaning against the closed door of the bedroom.

~~~

Eren doesn’t remember the last time he got jealous. In fact, he never gets jealous.

That is, until tonight.

He didn’t think he’d be playing beer pong with her and Mike fucking Zacharias. His whole plan was to do this foolish game to escape any interaction with them throughout the party.

Maybe it’s karma. All the times he’s disappointed her are coming back to haunt him. The universe is telling him that he has to suffer for what he’s done.

And suffer he does. He hates seeing them exchange high fives, one-armed hugs, little touches. Watching Mike rub her shoulders, even smack her ass at one point. The way he leans in close, just to show her how to throw a fucking ball into a cup. It’s repulsive. It makes him sick.

She’s no better. She knows exactly what she’s doing, giving him little glances all while flirting with his frat brother. Challenging him. Testing him. It’s diabolical.

It makes him want her more.

He doesn’t focus on anything else besides her the entire time. Each shot he lands is to impress her. To prove something to her. Prove that he’s just as good as Mike fucking Zacharias.

When they lose, he’s tempted to flip over the goddamn table. Mike getting all the fucking glory for doing the bare ass minimum is revolting. She’s eating it all up, wrapping her arms around his neck, letting him put his hands on her waist. Eren doesn’t miss any of these tiny details. He memorizes it, stores it in his brain for later for whenever he wants his blood to boil.

He’s jealous. He’s very fucking jealous.

She comes here, dressed in that, only to ignore him the whole night to focus all her attention on Mike. It’s a taste of his own medicine, and he doesn’t appreciate it one bit. He’s losing his mind over it. Does he deserve it? Absolutely. He knows he’s been a dick to her. Still, it doesn’t feel good to have it handed back to him like this.

He retreats to the side of the room where Reiner and Bertolt are, chatting with their friends Porco and Marcel. Reiner nods in greeting before saying, “Can’t believe you let Mike and that SNK girl beat you.”

“Whatever. It’s a stupid game.”

“At least you got to play with Pieck. She’s hot, right? Think you’ll hook up with her tonight?”

Eren forces a grin. “Yeah, maybe.” He won’t, but he doesn’t want to deal with Reiner at the moment.

Porco joins them, pointing his thumb in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ve never seen Sigma Nu Kappa’s out at a party before. So weird. I thought they didn’t go out.”

Reiner rolls his eyes. “I wish they weren’t here. It’s killing the vibe.”

“What’s your beef with them?”

“I just don’t like seeing ugly bitches at a party,” he says, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Porco snickers, “You’re fucked up man.”

Bertolt remains his quiet self, observing Annie from afar as she talks to Armin by the refrigerator. Eren crosses his arms over his chest, exhaling deeply. He’s always known that his big bro is an asshole. It hasn’t bothered him much before, but for some reason, it irks him now. Reiner has made no efforts to socialize with any of the women of Sigma Nu Kappa. For him to spew misogynistic comments shamelessly solidifies the fact that he is a dick.

Is Eren any better though?

Reiner nudges him, asking, “Isn’t the chick you played the one who was with us at the food bank? She said some stupid shit about me having a shitty personality.”

He’s taken aback by his acknowledgement of her. “Uh, yeah. That’s her.” There’s a lump in his throat, nervous for what his big bro is about to say next.

“Mike is all up on her. He really is a dog. Always going for the virgins and fresh meat.”

Alarms start ringing in Eren’s mind. As if he couldn’t hate Mike Zacharias even more, Reiner has to mention this. There’s a growing dread building in his chest, imagining the two of them together, Mike defiling her the way he did not too long ago. His ears are hot, either from the rage surging through his body or the alcohol he’s guzzled throughout the night. Is he supposed to stand here and watch this unfold in front of him?

He watches Mike lead her away from the kitchen and up the stairs. She’s actually going through with it.

Frozen in place, he stares at the staircase in the dark hallway, waiting for her to come down any minute, hoping she changes her mind. After several minutes, his hope dwindles, fearing the worst. Should he barge in and interrupt them? No, that’s fucking crazy. They’re not a couple. He has no right to stop her from hooking up with other guys. No right at all.

Several minutes pass. Mike descends the stairs with a goofy expression. Eren makes his move. He maneuvers through the crowd, sneaking into the kitchen to eavesdrop. The Sigma Nu Kappa sisters have since retreated to the dance floor, Armin and Connie joining them. Mike is surrounded by Erwin and a few men that Eren recognizes from another fraternity. He opens the fridge, hiding himself behind the door, listening.

“Where have you been, Mike?”

“Just hanging out with a friend upstairs,” Mike answers. He can practically hear the cocky smirk forming on the douchebag’s face.

Erwin says, “I hope you were a complete gentleman to her. She’s a good girl.”

“Yeah, she is a very good girl, if you know what I mean.”

Eren nearly punctures the can of beer settled in his grip, but he keeps his cool and continues to listen.

“Does Big Mike have a new girlfriend now?” one of the men teases.

“Whoa, hey. She’s a nice girl, but you know I don’t really do girlfriends. We’re just having a little fun together.”

“Where is she?”

Mike chuckles. “She’s still upstairs, cleaning herself up. Left a mess up there.”

Eren slams the refrigerator shut, having heard enough. Before he knows it, he’s dashing up the stairs, trying to determine which room she’s in. He goes into the first one, turning the handle slowly to check if it’s unlocked. When he enters, he notices a small lamp illuminated on the bedside drawer. There’s a sound of rushing water from a faucet. He turns in the direction of the bathroom, which is currently occupied. Shutting the door quietly, he leans against it, waiting with palms pressed to the wood in anticipation.

When she opens the bathroom door, her eyes widen at his unexpected appearance. “Eren?”

He fucking loves the way she says his name. She hasn’t said it all night until now, and he feels himself melting because of it.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing here?” She moves to the bed, sitting at the edge.

“I wanted to check on you.” He steps towards her, noticing the halo sitting crooked on her head. He reaches out to adjust it, hand gliding down her hair to tuck it behind her ear.

She peers up at him with delicate eyes, watching him carefully. “How did you know I was in here?”

“I overheard Mike talking.”

“What did he say?” She sounds embarrassed. He isn’t afraid to rat Mike out for being a total idiot.

“That you are a good girl. How the two of you are having fun together. Said you left a mess up here.”

She buries her face into her palms. “I can’t believe he’s telling people.”

“So, what did you do? Did he fuck you?” He doesn’t care anymore how brazen he’s being. He wants to know. He needs to know. The curiosity is eating away at him like acid.

She crosses her arms, taking a defensive stance. “Does it matter? It’s not like you and I are exclusive.” They’re fighting words. Hostile, especially that last statement.

He shrugs, trying to seem unbothered. “I’m just curious.”

Stalling for a few seconds, she finally confesses. “He fingered me, and I gave him a handjob. That’s it.”

Despite his cool disposition, deep down, Eren can’t help but celebrate. That’s it. As if it was underwhelming. Mediocre.

They’re silent, neither knowing how else to continue this conversation. She changes the subject, leaning back on her hands, asking, “Whose bright idea was it to put you in some red shorts and call you a lifeguard? It’s very half-assed.”

He smirks at another one of her witty comments. The tension appears to be easing up a bit. “Hey, I’ve got a whistle on my neck, too. How much more accurate can I get?”

“Maybe if you perform mouth-to-mouth, it’ll be more believable.” She stands to tug at his whistle, pulling him in closer.

“You’re naughty for an angel. You sure you’re not the devil in disguise?” He places his hands on her waist, lips grazing her ear. Fingers flirting with the risqué tear on her dress. “God, you drive me crazy. Getting me all riled up and shit during the game. Was that your plan all along? Make me jealous so I would fuck you like a slut?” His cock hardens beneath his shorts, the promise of sex palpable in the confined space between them.

There’s a mischievous smile on her face as she glides her hands up his bare chest. “So you were jealous. Interesting.” She tips her head towards his, lips barely touching as she whispers. “And who says you can fuck me tonight?”

Before he can close the gap, she turns her back to him, slowly sliding the hem of her dress over her waist to reveal white lacey panties.

His knees buckle. “Fuck, when did you get these?” He skims his thumb underneath the fabric, tugging it away just to hear it snap against her skin.

“I bought them for my costume. Do you like it?” She cranes her neck to give him a playful smile, teasing him. It’s so fucking sexy.

“What do you think? Look how hard I am for you.” He shoves his shorts down to free his erection, stroking himself as he marvels at her beautiful form in front of him.

“I’m not going to give it to you that easy.” She lowers her dress and turns to face him again. Eyes gleaming with something Eren has never seen before. “You need to work for it.”

This is a different side of her. Usually, she’s obedient to him. Now, she’s tormenting him. Forcing him to beg for it. And he finds himself more than willing to do it.

“What do you want me to do? I’ll do it,” he mutters, salivating. Cock unbelievably hard in his fist, shorts pooled around his ankles.

“Get on your knees.”

Without a second thought, he kicks his shorts aside and kneels on the floor, gazing up at her. Worshipping her. She presses herself against his face. He inhales deeply, taking in her scent.

“You want me, Eren?” She grabs the top of his head by his hair and shoves it towards her clothed pussy. “Tell me you want me. Beg for it.”

“Fuck. I want you. I want you so bad. Please.” He continues to stroke his dick as she smothers him with her sweet cunt.

She lifts the hem of her dress again, revealing the lingerie. Eren opens his mouth to feel the fabric on his tongue, licking at her covered clit. Frantic for any part of her that she’ll give him.

“Were you really jealous?”

“Can you blame me? You have no idea how fucking sexy you are. I want you all to myself.”

“You do?”

He nods, rubbing his face across the lace covering her bud. Her slick seeps through the thin fabric, inviting him to indulge in her arousal. A guttural moan escapes from him as he sucks on it with his lips, drawing out as much of her as he possibly can.

“Have you been with other girls?”

He shakes his head earnestly. “No. I haven’t.” This is the absolute truth. He hasn’t been with anyone else besides her. No matter how much he wants to live out this fuck boy lifestyle he idealizes, he can’t. Not while she’s around.

“And do you still want me? Even after someone else has touched me?” Her voice trembles. Guilt-ridden. Remorseful. She doesn’t need to be.

He pulls away to gaze at her, confessing with conviction, “I want you more than anything.”

Her breath hitches before she demands, “Take them off.”

On her command, his hands slide up the sides of her legs, delighting in the familiar softness of her skin. He drags the white lace off her body, cock rigid against his abdomen, electricity surging through his veins. Patiently waiting to have her, to hold her, to be inside her.

She picks up her feet to help him remove her panties completely. “You like feeling it on your cock, don’t you? Show me how you do it.”

“Holy fuck, you’re bad,” he groans, taking the lingerie and wrapping it around his stiff cock. Knowing these were just on her makes him even harder. He doesn’t know how much more he can take. It’s agonizing and thrilling all at the same time, having the roles reversed. He’s delirious under her will.

She walks backwards towards the bed, sitting at the edge again. Thighs spread enough to show him her luscious, glistening pussy. Eren’s not even a little embarrassed at the expression he’s making. Slack-jawed, eyes glazed, totally dumb and drooling over the vision before him. He has no shame anymore. He wants her. He wants all of her.

He crawls over to position himself between her thighs, leaning in until he’s stopped.

“Not yet. I want you to watch me play with myself.”

Fuck. His cock aches in the best possible way, enduring her torment as she leans back, masturbating in front of him, massaging circles onto her clit with a naughty look on her face. She knows what she’s doing to him. She’s enjoying it. Relishing how deranged he’s getting from being teased like this.

“Let me eat it. Please, baby. I need it. Please.” He sticks his tongue out, too fucking eager to pleasure her, to be the reason she moans in ecstasy. Her fingers look delicious, shimmering in her arousal as she works them into her sopping cunt.

“Go ahead. Give it to me.”

Arms spreading her open, he presses his face into her, lapping her up like a fucking rabid animal. He’s out of control, fisting his cock vigorously as he fucks her with his mouth, cherishing every emphatic moan she breathes out. The sounds of the party below are overtaken by the wet noises of Eren’s face buried in her arousal. The bass of the music from the stereo speakers is drowned by the pounding of his heart driven by adrenaline.

He slips one finger into her easily, then another. Pumping them in and out as he slobbers all over her puffy clit, sucking and licking as if his life depends on it. It’s erotic, obscene. Nasty. He wants to make a fucking mess. He yearns to see her pussy drip with cum and his spit.

She starts to chant his name, gripping the sheets into fists and rocking against his sloppy face, climax quickly approaching.

“Come for me. Come all over my face, sweet angel,” he murmurs into her skin, delighting in the way she tightens around his fingers, now coated in her slick.

“Fuck, Eren!” she cries out, bucking her hips as she orgasms on his face. The temptation to come with her is staggering, but the desire to make love to her overtakes it.

“Baby,” he hums, kissing her swollen bud. “I want to come inside you. Will you let me? Please?”

In her blissful state, she manages a small nod while she scoots up the bed, laying her head on one of the pillows. He sits adjacent and starts to undress her, first by extracting the disheveled wings off her back. The halo is next, his fingers carefully tugging it from her hair, ensuring not to yank on any loose strands. He leans in to kiss her on the lips, face still damp with her wetness as he slips his tongue into her mouth.

“He didn’t make you come, did he?” he asks, reaching for the bottom of her dress to hoist it off her.

“How’d you know?” She raises her arms above her to shimmy out of her costume.

“I know your body. I’ve memorized everything about it.” He kisses her forehead, feeling her back to unclasp her bra. When she’s finally naked, he caresses her breast, lightly pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it’s firm to the touch. They kiss passionately while he positions himself on top of her.

“Tell me what you want,” he mutters to her. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

She gazes at him, eyes flickering with anticipation and desire. “Make love to me.”

His heart beats faster. He smiles at her, whispering, “As you wish.”

~~~

He gently guides his cock into you, filling you in the most exquisite way. Your wet and needy cunt swallows him up perfectly. Once his whole length is inside you, he starts to thrust slowly, only increasing the pace when you wrap your legs around him, gasping in pleasure. You start to unravel beneath him, still dizzy from your first orgasm and so fucking desperate for the next.

“You’re a greedy little slut tonight, huh? Getting finger fucked by Mike and now taking my cock,” he grunts out.

“Fuck, Eren. Right there. Keep fucking me like this,” you encourage him, tightening your hold on his waist.

“He doesn’t make you come the way I do, does he?”

You shake your head, agreeing with him. Unable to speak coherently to validate his statement.

“I want to hear you say it.” He slows his thrusts, penetrating you deeper, hitting that sweet spot he always finds oh so easily.

It’s exhilarating, has your heart racing and thumping in your chest. All you can muster is a frazzled, “Fuck.”

“Say it,” he demands again, aggression in his gruff voice.

You swallow hard, blurting out, “He doesn’t make me come the way you do.”

He picks up the pace again, his cock pounding into you mercilessly. “It’s your fault I’m like this. For making me addicted to you.”

His fingers travel down to your arousal, caressing your overstimulated clit. The sensation causes you to cry out his name. Your body feels on fire, a fever spreading from your core all the way to your fingertips.

“I can’t get enough of you. I want you all the time.” He slips his tongue into your mouth, his saliva spilling down your throat. Determined to fill you with as much of him as he possibly can. All you can do is whimper and succumb to the madness.

You grind your hips on him, matching his rhythm. He growls, “Fuck me, baby. Just like that. Fuck me. Make me come. Let me fill you with my fucking load. I’m so fucking close.”

He slides his hands up your arms, holding them above your head. Interlocking his fingers with yours, fucking you senseless into the mattress. You can’t formulate words, only moans pour out of your mouth. Feeling your second climax approaching, you manage to breathe out a staggered, “Coming.”

Eren whimpers your name, moaning, “Fuck, baby. I’m coming too. I’m coming with you.” Your pussy tightens around him, gushing all over his cock as he releases inside you, filling you with his load. His eyes are shut tight, focused on riding out his high.

When he’s done, he pulls out of you, cock dripping with cum. He retrieves your lingerie from the floor and slides them up across your legs and ass until they’re back on you. “Can you keep my cum inside you the rest of the night, baby? Please?”

You nod at him with a dazed look on your face. He smiles at you, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. You kiss, tongues out and mouths open, licking each other sloppily in the afterglow of your rapture. He cups your cheek, thumb brushing your skin tenderly. It’s different from all the other times. It means something.

You let out a giggle, feeling relaxed beside him. He kisses you on the forehead, then once more on the lips. The two of your remain silent, basking in each other’s warmth for one more minute.

“We should probably go back to the party,” you suggest.

He chuckles. “Yeah. I guess.”

The two of you hastily clean up the mess you made. He helps you with your costume, giving you soft kisses while readjusting the halo on your head and the angel wings on your back. Double checking yourselves in the vanity mirror one last time, you walk to the door, turning the handle to leave.

When you open it, you hear shuffling and snickering on the other side. You step away from the door to inspect whoever’s been eavesdropping. It takes a few seconds to register in the dimly lit hallway, but when your eyes meet, you recognize them instantly

Hitch and Annie stand against the banister, shocked expressions on their faces. Staring at you, Eren, then back to you.

“What the fuck?” Annie yells out immediately.

“That was you two in there?” Hitch asks.

You’re at a loss for words as Eren glares at them. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“We needed to pee, and the bathroom downstairs had a long line. Sandra said we can use her room,” Hitch quickly explains, twiddling her thumbs nervously.

“What the fuck?” Annie repeats.

“I’m outta here.” He leaves in a hurry, shutting the bedroom door behind him as he sprints down the stairs. Leaving you alone to deal with the shitstorm that’s about to unfold.

For a third time, Annie states, “What the fuck.”

Hitch says your name softly before asking, “Are you two together?”

Shocked, confused, and alone, you’re unsure how to respond to the current situation you find yourself in. Eren just up and left you to deal with it on your own.

You stammer, “I…Yes. Well, no. We’re not together.”

“What then? You’re just fucking?” Annie spits out, clear disgust in her voice.

You give her a simple nod, reluctant to say your answer out loud.

She hisses out your name, exasperated. “Are you fucking crazy? You’re fucking Eren fucking Jaeger?”

Hitch tries to calm her as you stand there, rooted to the floor, a rush of thoughts clouding your brain. The secret is out, Annie is pissed, and you’re alone.

“How long has this been going for?” Hitch looks at you with a concerned expression on her face.

“A couple weeks.” There’s no use in lying to them now. Lying will only make it worse. “No one knows. Not even Mikasa.”

“Why is it a secret? Did Eren put you up to this?”

You hesitate for a few seconds, contemplating how you want to answer. “It was a mutual agreement.”

Annie’s voice rings out again. “That’s bullshit. He told you to keep it a secret, didn’t he? And like the dummy you are, you agreed. Am I right? Or am I right?” Her words hurt, not because she’s trying to be malicious. But because it’s the truth.

“Annie, cut her some slack.”

“No, I will not. You’re better than this. You deserve better than this.”

You do your best to blink away the tears welling up in your eyes. This is not happening right now. Your mind is all over the place. “You don’t know him, Annie.” Your voice is small; it comes out as barely a whisper.

“Do you?”

“Of course I do.” That’s what you want to think anyways. In all honesty, Eren remains a mystery to you.

In a softer tone, Annie says, “He will break your heart. I guarantee you.”

“Annie,” Hitch warns.

She continues. “Guys like him will say whatever you want to hear so they can get what they want. He’s using you. You’re too naïve and stupid to realize it.”

“Annie.”

“There are people who care about you. And you choose to waste your time on him? You have to end it. Before you really get hurt.”

She’s right. It stings to hear it, but it’s all true. Can you take to heart all of what he says to you in the bedroom? Or is it all a ruse like Annie suspects?

Still, you can’t let it go just yet. Not when there’s an inkling of hope in the dark void.

“Give me time. I think…I think maybe he likes me.” Sniffling, you wipe the tears away from your cheek.

Hitch comes beside you, rubbing your back affectionately. “If he really likes you, it wouldn’t be this complicated.”

Annie nods in agreement, her tough exterior softening as she steps forward to console you.

In a span of just a few minutes, you find yourself reeling from your immense high only to come crashing down to a new low.

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