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eros, the bittersweet

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ eros once again limb-loosener whirls me sweetbitter ⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡

✶ Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem Reader, modern college AU, eren is loosely inspired by Felix Catton from Saltburn. (a/n also yes eren is eros-cupid but reader is siren & botticelli's birth of venus inspired ykwim). happy birthday week to our genocidal bb 🍷 ⋆｡˚ ✶ Summary: Adamant on breaking out of your shell in your college years, you’ve accepted an invitation to a rich friend of a friend’s birthday party in a huge mansion across town. Amidst the buzz and crowds of partygoers, you caught the attention of a six foot two cupid with the eyes of a devil and wings of an angel. ✶ CW: nsfw, porn with (lil) plot, smut, college party, mentions of alcohol and marijuana, casual sex, p in v, oral (giving and receiving), spit play, slight sub/dom, daddy kink, 18+ mdni ✶ WC: ~ 6.4k ✶ mise-en-scene: moodboard | tune 01 (obv) Perfect (Exceeder) - Mason ft Princess Superstar | tune 02 Cicada - Sega Bodega (ft. Arca) (felt like this song would b perfect for the dancefloor flirting scene)

Most of your life, you have been told to learn how to take things easy. Always so cautious, overtly conscious, micromanaging things, obsessive over the most minute of details. Yet, like most young women your age, you’ve begun to shed that layer ever since you got into college.

When you moved to a new city, you saw it as an opportunity to completely rewrite the narrative of who you are as a person, and the kind of person you want to be. That includes a new-found sense of openness to experiences, which you never gave a chance of doing before. Which is what led you to accepting an invitation to go to a costume birthday party at some rich frat boy’s mansion, one who goes to a different university, whom you’ve only heard about in passing here and there.

It’s a costume party, there’s not really a theme to it, just like, wear something costume-y, but nothing too halloween-y?

“Leave it to Annie to give the most vague of instructions,” you sighed as you examined your reflection in the mirror, scrutinizing over every little thing.

You settled on a siren-themed get-up, making use of a two-piece set you rarely wear that has the perfect silhouette, with draping fabric that hangs onto your curves just right, as close as you can get to mimic the fluidity of water as possible. Being you, you felt as though the set alone didn’t do any justice to the concept you had in mind, so you had to go the extra mile a little bit, thankful that you have a penchant for collecting vintage trinkets and jewelries. Having ample amounts of accessories to play with, you had used some to drape and tie around your exposed torso, you even had some left to adorn parts of your hair. Yes, you are learning to take things easy, but you’re still a perfectionist in other things, like going the extra mile in terms of dressing up and making a good first impression.

As you were finishing your makeup, making sure the pearls stick in all the right places with your lash glue, you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

“Hey you decent yet?”, your roommate Sasha shouted.

“Yeah come in I’m just wrapping up,” with delicate hands you’ve managed to place the last piece exactly where you want it.

“Holy shit, might’ve really outdone yourself this time,” Sasha said as her eyes widened to really take in the view of your look for the night.

“I take it that’s a good sign, you think this looks alright?

“Alright?! Jesus, you look hot.”

“Not too much though?”

“I mean, we’re going to like a super rich frat kid’s birthday party, and a costume one at that. I feel like you’re doing fine.”

“Yes, but exactly, since this party is one of Annie’s rich friends’, all of whom we don’t know and haven’t met yet, I don’t want to embarrass myself! Plus, what if I meet someone cute but I’ll end up being all… y’know, I need to make a good first impression!”

“Okay, okay, I see the theatrics are kicking in. But, you’re saying that as if it’s such a bad thing, but I’m struggling to see the downside of going to a party that’s mostly attended by strangers if I’m being honest.”

“Well yes but—”

“No wait, hear me out—think of it this way, if you get embarrassingly drunk, no one will remember you the next day because — well — they don’t know you. Or if you end up sleeping with someone but they turned out to be a terrible lay, you don’t have to see them anymore, because, well — it’s summer break, and we don’t go to the same campus! It’s a win-win!”

“Fine, fine, fine you’re right,” you raised your hand as you surrendered to her argument.

You and Sasha are roommates, best friends even. Bonded immediately during your first semester, relationship strengthened by your shared interest in discovering the absolute best and underrated places to get good bites in a city you’re both new to. Over the course of a few months, your little group expanded to include Annie and Ymir. Both you’ve met in one of your classes and were grouped into an assignment together until the bond eventually evolved your group of two into four.

Giving yourself a final check in the mirror, you adjusted your heels and began to wonder where the two girls were, “Hey Sash, are Ymir and Annie close by yet?”

“Huh, I haven’t checked actuall—“

“Hellooooooo”, you heard Ymir shout from the direction of your apartment’s front door.

“Well, speak of the devil,” Sasha said in between sips of her beer.

Not long after hanging out for the first few times, the four of you have grown really close. Close enough that you would have each other’s apartment keys, especially when you have plans for a night out partying, makes it easy to pick up and take care of one another once the night’s over.

“Wow, aren’t you looking…” Annie trailed off as she leaned against your door frame.

“Slutty?” Ymir chimed in with arms crossed and an eyebrow raised high.

“Funny coming from you Ymir, you know you’re the one wearing fetish wear as part of your get up right now” you said as you roll your eyes.

“Touché, fine, fine”

“Ymir do you ever think you get no bitches because you’re always too much of a bitch yourself sometimes?” Sasha retorted, to which Ymir responded with a glare.

“Okaaaay enough, we’re good to go?” Annie said impatiently.

“Wait-wait-wait hold up, let me grab some more beer and snacks so we can drink and munch on something on the way there.” Sasha said as she bolted to the kitchen.

While downing all your pre-drinks on your drive there, you dug up more info on the party, its people, and its host, from Annie. You learned that not only is it one of her childhood friends’ birthday party, but also a very esteemed frat member of the university he studies in. Which means that the party will most likely include important people — kids of important people, to be precise — kids who know people who know people. Which explains the amount of students and partygoers flocking towards the mansion you see as you arrive.

“No wonder you told us not to worry about dressing a little extra…” Ymir commented as she eyed groups of guests entering the premises.

“Okay for some reason that doesn’t help me from not getting nervous” you added.

“Will you relax,” Annie retorted, “besides, Eren’s chill. Not really the typical frat guy, well maybe a little with him being the party-loving jock type, well he’s kind of a moody person but he doesn’t care much or enough to judge anyone really.”

That eases you up a little. At least the host isn’t so judgmental right? Considering that you’re a total stranger being dragged into his birthday party.

Plus, Annie’s right, you do fit just right in. Everyone else was also dressed to the nines. You dressed as a siren, Annie in her Joan of Arc inspired costume, Ymir in her… — huh… what is she even supposed to be, a dominatrix type I guess? — and Sasha in her Artemis-inspired costume, except for her arrows. For some reason though, she had her bow in tow but had left her set of fake arrows in the kitchen when she went to grab some snacks and beer at the last minute. To which you and the rest make fun of relentlessly in the car. In any case, this thankfully eases your apprehensions even more.

The four of you quickly made your way to the dining slash bar area while Annie went in search of the birthday boy and their mutual group of friends to announce her and your little group’s arrival. While you waited, the three of you were having a good time, enjoying drinks and making small talks here and there with other guests.

Amongst all the other partygoers your group socialized with though, one petite blonde girl in particular really stuck with the three of you. Maybe stuck with Ymir to be precise, they really seem to be hitting it off, and was that a hint of flirtatiousness you caught in her cadence of speech? She’s gorgeous, cute, — Historia was it? — Plus she has somehow managed to make Ymir act all smitten like you’ve never seen her before.

Just as you and Sasha were whispering about how Ymir was definitely, definitely into this girl and being all heart-eyes, Annie came to fetch the three of you to where the birthday boy and the rest of their friends were.

Once the introductions were out of the way, you began to familiarize yourselves to one another, all the while making mental notes of their names. The tall, huge, blond one is Reiner, who is also the friend who persuaded Annie to bring her friends over since she’s too introverted to have that initiative on her own. The tallest one by far who couldn’t seem to leave Reiner’s side is Bertolt — how do you even spell a name like that? — the buzzcut guy is Connie which you also recognized to be Sasha’s friend and occasional dealer, the mullet guy is Jean, the hot girl next to him is his girlfriend Mikasa, the cute blond one with the kind eyes is Armin, and the one whose green-ish eyes caught your attention — the one who looks like a devil dressed in angel wings, the one whose birthday is being celebrated — is Eren.

There he stood, six foot two, with half of his tousled brunette hair up in a messy bun. He was built, and he was fit, that much you could tell. Wearing a tight white tank, you can see the contours of his muscles as well as his exposed biceps, the way they flex and sheen under the atmospheric lights. There’s also something that absolutely pulls you in with how contrasting his appearance is, how a man with such built, stature, and wide shoulders are somewhat constrained with pretty angel wings. Though what really took your breath away was his eyes; emerald — no, teal? you couldn’t really tell, not under these lights — framed by eyebrows that makes him look a little mean, perpetually angry, or deep in thought. In any case, those are the things that you just happen to like. The kind of gaze that makes you weak in the knees instantaneously, and it did

Realizing you might’ve been staring for a tad too long, you took a sip from your cup and extended your hand, not wanting to seem like you’re a guest with no manners. “Hey, you’re Eren right, the birthday boy?”

“That’s me” he says as he took a hit with a sly grin

“Well, happy birthday.”

“Heh, thanks,”

“It’s a cool party by the way”

“Hahah, thanks, it’s not me though — I mean — Reiner and Armin are the ones who you should compliment, they organized all this with the rest of our friends. I didn’t even know I was having a costume party, hence the pitiful costume.” he says motioning his humble get-up. Subconsciously, your eyes trailed all over his body, following his hands as he did so.

“So,” he snapped your attention back to the conversation at hand “you’re a friend of Annie’s from her campus right? So how have you been holding up with what she does, being a bad influence and dragging you to parties like this”

“Hey she’s not so bad, if anything I’m thankful for the new experiences” you said with a smile.

“So you don’t mind?”

“What?”

“You don’t mind being bad from time to time?”

“Uhm… uh- I guess?”

He chuckles at your nervous disposition. “Anyway, your costume…” with eyes looking at you up and down, “I mean, now that’s a costume” he says as he punctuates his sentence with a sip from his cup.

Feeling heat rushing to your cheeks, you responded meekly “what do you mean?”

“I mean I like it, I like it on you. I don’t know–it suits you.” his eyes never leaving your figure, you grew conscious, but Mikasa stole your attention instead. “Hey! I know you’re the birthday boy but I want to get to know her too, now move over.” Eren rolled his eyes, but she’s bossy, and scary, and he knew better than to say anything even if it is his birthday party.

When Eren learned that his frat brothers plus Mikasa organized an elaborate costume birthday party in his honor, he was reluctant at first. He would rather hangout with his close friends, maybe a party still but an intimate one with people he knows, order in some bottles, roll up, and get high. He initially thought he’d rather keep his way of enjoying parties. But his friends were adamant on this party being a good idea, the argument being that this could be a good opportunity for him to meet new people, well, girls. It’s not like he ever had any trouble with girls, he knows he has the looks, not in a conceited way per se but he knows that the hours of training at the gym paid off. He even had his own fair share of experiences, enough so that it garnered him a rather unfavorable reputation.

But some problems at home had changed him, for better and for worse. He had begun to grow more reserved, but would rather spend his time being all brooding and alone, getting high. So this party, his friends thought, would make a good opportunity to bring some of his old fire back into him. Plus, he wouldn’t have met you, so he could never regret his decision for going along with it.

And boy was he thankful he didn’t make a stupid decision for once.

He’s completely enamored by the sight of you. You were more than just ‘cute’. You were adorable, beautiful, angelic, but devilish all at the same time. He caught a lump in his throat as he took in the sight of you, eyes raking along your naked exposed legs, stopping at where your lower abdomen was barely covered, hypnotized by the way the fabric draped and hung on your body. How your bare torso looked tied with necklaces and beads, how the exposed part of your chest and neck made him want to spiral. It blew his mind, he didn’t think women who look like you could just exist so casually in his waking life.

So the cupid was shot with one of his own arrows. How’d that happen?

It wasn’t just your revealing outfit — though he definitely didn’t mind as his eyes kept raking your figure up and down, wondering how your skin would feel under his touch — but your face was so, so pretty even in the dark, low lighting. There’s something about your eyes, he can see how expressive they are despite your calm composure, it lights up easily, charmingly, as you greeted him and his friends. Yet when you were relaxed, your eyes seemed so far away yet present and aware at the same time, how can someone look so good doing absolutely nothing, he thought. It didn’t help his case that the pearls adorning your face and accessories in your hair made you look like a Botticelli coming to life, he was drowning, and fast.

There were things he found intriguing about your character too. You weren’t too shy per se, not too timid either, controlled maybe?, he thought. But from the way you carry yourself tonight, seeing how you respond, how your face muscles contorted and reacted towards statements you might disagree with but are too polite to say. He’d made a conclusion, an assumption of his own. He could see that you’re the curious type. Composed, but wild if prodded and provoked, just need a little encouragement and you’d be out of your shell.

It’d be fun, or quite a challenge he thought, but he doesn’t mind. It piqued his interests, he knew he’d have a lot of fun with you.

The night progressed, Eren’s frat brothers along with Mikasa and a reluctant Annie had managed to successfully conquer the main event for the night; candle-blowing and bottle-popping. The word festive doesn’t even seem to be an adequate of a word to describe the whole procession, his friends had put a lot of thought into it, you could see that they genuinely cared about him. It was funny though, seeing the birthday boy being shy about how much he actually enjoyed it all, he tried to play it cool, but you could see through it.

So you’ve begun to enjoy the night even more. Your apprehensions have begun to fizzle and you start to instinctively sway your body to the rhythm of the music blasting from the speakers. Everyone had started dancing, too. You feel buzzed, warm, and hot, especially since you could feel Eren’s eyes on you throughout. You were sure you hadn’t drunk enough to be tipsy, still being conscious of the amount of alcohol you consume tonight. But honestly, you might as well be with the way he’s staring at you, it’s ridiculous how so easily he can affect you without even having to make a move on you yet.

You felt his presence behind you, holding his own drink in hand.

“What’s your poison?” he asks.

“Hmmm?” you were nervous, not really sure if you could bring yourself to meet his gaze.

“Hahah, what’s that drink that got you so focused on the music you can’t even look at me?” he asks as he motions towards the cup in your hand.

“Honestly, it’s basic. Just vodka and some orange juice,” you said with a sigh, “yours?”

“Jaegermeister, you ever tried?”

“You’re so fucking corny ren” Jean chimed in as he overheard Eren’s response. “It’s my birthday, I can get as corny as I want” he yelled

“Yeah, Jaeger’s my last name”

“Wow” you said with a laugh “but I mean, like you said it is your birthday, so”

“Thank you someone who understands for once”

“So have you tried one of these?”

“No, actually”

He raises his cup towards your direction and you take a sip from the cupid’s cup. His poison sweet and bitter, it’s strong and intense, but the sweet softens it in the end. He notices the little scrunch you made with your face and chuckles, deep and throaty, and you felt yourself weaken in the limbs.

“Since it is my birthday, can I get a request?”

You looked up at him to urge him to continue.

“Dance with me.”

In your alcohol-infused daze, you danced and danced with little to no care, your senses heightened by the bass of the music blasting through the speakers and all you can think about is how much you want to be carried by the euphoric state of it all. You were a good dancer, always have been, always know how to move with the rhythm, but like many hidden aspects of your personality, sometimes it just took some time to be prodded out of its shell.

All the while, Eren couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He felt intoxicated, hypnotized, by the way your hips move and sway to the music. How your back muscles flexes as your arm dances, how your expression is so calm, focused in the state of bliss you’re in, completely unaware of the effect you had on him. You looked as if you could just fly away, and all he wanted was for you to take him.

As though you could read his mind, you reached your hand towards him, signaling him to move along with you even more. Seeing this as an encouragement, he couldn’t help but pull you in closer to his chest and rested his hand on the small of your lower back, fingers absentmindedly playing with the chains and beads resting there. “You really are something else you know”, he whispered in your ear.

His touches and whispers jolted you awake, his touches felt hot, and so did your face. Despite earning goosebumps from the skin along your arms, you melt under his touch and want nothing but for him to envelop you even more. Desire began to grow and you felt heat starting to pool and intensify in your core, the lust was so great that you felt encouraged to further make your move as you reach up and wrap your arm around his neck, all while never breaking your gaze at him.

The two of you were eye fucking each other so intensely in what felt like forever. Hands never leaving one another, and neither of you wanted to break out of this spell. But he went deeper, his hands cradled your face and he began kissing you, softly at first, but then you began to sense his hunger. He grew aggressive, passionate, and that awakens the hunger within you, too. Your heart races, and your head spins, the way his tongue dances with yours and the ways he touches you are enough to render you malleable.

Temptation sweeps you up like the wind, knocks you out of your senses, and reduces you into nothing but the paralyzing pool of heat in your core. You craved him, you wanted him, you wanted him to bear his fangs, his arrows, into your skin.

Though you tried to control your display of emotions, it was something that Eren effortlessly deciphered. He made a note of the changes in your facial expression as you pull out of the kiss to catch your breath; pupils blown, eyelids fluttering slowly, your eyes not being able to leave his, lips slightly parted, breaths shorter, and you subconsciously inch yourself closer and closer to him, body rubbing his so painfully tempting, teasing him, testing his self control. He wanted nothing but to take a dip in your lust. So he took matters in his own hands, he cradled the sides of your face once again, then leaned against your ear to whisper “you wanna get out of here?”.

You couldn’t muster a word and nodded eagerly.

Eren dragged you through the sea of bodies on the dance floor, not giving a care in the world about the people he’d knocked along the way, only half-heartedly muttering ‘sorrys’ to those who shot offended looks in your direction. His grip was firm but gentle as he pulled you through a maze of hallways. You could care less where he’s leading you at this point, you followed his lead obligingly, high on the buzz and excitement reverberating throughout your body. Without you noticing, he slowed down his pace and pulled you into one of the huge doors in the hallway.

Closing and locking the door, he wastes no time and shoves you against the wall immediately pulling you into a deep, hungry kiss, grunting every so often as he leaves open-mouthed kisses down your neck, dipping a few inches to the exposed part of your chest, and licking his way up. He was sloppy, he was hungry, and you didn’t mind one single bit, you wanted him to devour you then and there. As soon as he latches his lips onto yours again, you return the kisses and your tongue dances with the same hunger he did, lightly nibbling at his lower lip. He flashes you his devilish grin and a deep chuckle.

“A little aggressive aren’t you?”

You nodded and licked his lips, “what if I do, is that so bad?”

“Careful” he says, resuming his kisses all over your neck, fingers toying with the beads around your torso, running his fingers up and down your lower back, “c’mere” he whispers in your ear as he guide you to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Feeling that you suddenly tensed up slightly, he kisses you again, fingers trailing up your high, and you parted your legs, giving him access to your already-soaked panties. “So wet for me already… and we’re just getting started…''

His voice was low, deep, yet there’s a touch of gentleness to it at the same time while he coos in your ear, prompting you to whimper. But you were eager, so you parted your legs more, hiking up your skirt and pushed your panties to the side, not wanting him to waste anymore time to tease and toy with you.

“Well aren’t you a sweet, eager little thing. It’s okay, I’ll take care of you” he says as he runs a finger along your slit, his finger coated with one touch. You moaned to his ear, “m-omore, touch me more, please,” to which he obliged. His long fingers rub slow lazy circles on your clit, and plunges a digit into you “fuck you’re making a mess on my fingers already.” You let out breathy moans, which encouraged him to toy you even further, enjoying the reactions he gets out of you, how your face scrunches up, breathing slightly caught in your throat. “sh-sh, I know, I need to get you all ready for me though,” he says as he added another finger, “you’re so fucking tight” he says before kissing and nibbling around your neck.

He pulls out his fingers, to which you whimper at the loss of his touch, he licks his finger clean “need to taste more of you now”. He motioned you to lay on your back, legs wide, you jolted at the cold wind you felt on your cunt as he took off your panties. Teasing your clit and slit once again, he marveled at the sight of you, “pretty little pussy” he whispered as he latches his mouth on your wet cunt, humming all the while from how good you tastes on his tongue “tastes fucking good too”. He sucks on your clit, tongue gently pressing on all sides of the sensitive nub, while his two fingers slide easily in and out of you. You were a whimpering mess, “f-fuck, ha-ahh, don’t stop”, you were dampening the sheets. Feeling his fingers curled and reaching the deep sweet part of your core, you feel your stomach tighten, “s-shit, wait, don’t stop”, everything feels too much, his tongue, his fingers, how easily they move in and out of you, how soaked you feel. “Yeah? You're gonna come for me?” “uh.. uh-huh” “be a good girl and come for me angel” he says before he resumes his ministrations at a higher speed.

“A-aah, sh-shit,” you tried to hold your moan, suddenly feeling shy and conscious about how loud you’d get, “it’s okay baby let it out, I wanna hear you” he spits on your cunt and grew even more determined to coax the orgasm out of you. You rolled your eyes as you felt something snap within you “oooh.. oo-ooh f-fuuuuckk” you moaned as you released all over his face. “Fuck” he muttered, feeling a tightening in his pants.

He pulled up to your face on the bed, fingers stroking your cheek while you were catching your breath. He was right, he was going to have fun with you, you were unraveling and he was only getting started. But so were you, your hunger for him was no longer something you could contain. To his surprise, you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, licking your releases that were on his chin. His eyes grew darker, even more so, which you didn’t think was possible, it's as though your action triggered something more primal within him. With his hands gripping the sides of your neck, he coos in your ear “you like tasting yourself like that?”, “uh-huh” you said with a devilish lust-filled grin, “I like tasting it off of you”.

You were something that only exists in fantasies, he thought, but here you were by his side, whimpering, hungry for more of his touch. He was intoxicated, and he needed more, so he kissed you deeply, sloppily, and his fingers found your soaking cunt again, and he marvels at how easily you were wet again after your first orgasm. You were, and you motioned him to take off his tank, sitting up, your hands finding their way to the buckle of his belt, wanting to see him in all of his glory. He was beautiful, dangerous, but beautiful and you wanted to see and feel more of him.

Eyes widened as you felt him through his pants “you haven’t even seen it yet” he smirks, “here, let me”. He took off his pants, and you could see the outline of his erect member, your mouth slightly ajar, you figured he’d be big, but he’s the biggest one you’ve seen compared to the men you’ve been with. You went down on your knees, wanting to taste him, “can I?” you said sweetly while looking up at him, he couldn’t resist your big doe eyes, your begging but he could only nod.

You licked his tip, timidly at first, pressing your tongue against his head and you lightly spit on it to ease your hand movements along his shaft. Your movements were slow, gentle, eliciting deep breathy moans from him, which urged you to move faster, taking him deeper in your mouth. “Easy, easy” he says as he grabs you by the back of your head, stroking your cheek. “Think you could take it?”, “I wanna try…” you said as you pulled up for a breath. “Fuck, okay baby, go easy okay?” you took him in your mouth, hollowing your cheek as your head moved up and down along his shaft, hands covering the length you couldn’t reach yet, but you were determined. You took him deeper down your throat, inch by inch, focusing on breathing to your nose so you wouldn’t choke. Tears were pooling in your eyes, but you could take it, so he guided you by the back of your head until he bottoms out in your throat, stroking your cheek as he coos praises at you.

He gently fucks your throat, making you choke a little here and there, it was dangerous, he suddenly felt close, but he wasn’t done with you, not like this, he needed to feel you. Gently, he signals you to stop and pulls you up to meet his face, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you gently while motioning you to get back on the bed. He tugs at your top, which you obliged and take off immediately along with your skirt, he hisses through his teeth at the sight of you, eyes blown with lust.

You pulled him again into a deep kiss, running your hands all over his chiseled body.

“I need to feel you”, he said.

A distant sound of condom wrapper being ripped as he positions himself on top of you, lining his erection to your throbbing core. He ran a finger against your opening once more, marveled at how wet and ready you are for him. “You’re so fucking wet”

He slowly enters you, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, adjusting to his size.

“Fuck, and you’re so fucking tight, too.” he says with a deep groan.

“Eren, s-so big.”

“I know baby, is it too much? Are you gonna take it for me?”

“Uh-huh—fuck—yes”

He chuckles as your ability to muster a response had completely left your body.

“Does it hurt or does it feel good? I won’t know if you’re not gonna tell me baby, use your words okay? he coos as he cradles your face. You could only nod and mumble nonsense, hoping that he’d get how good he’s making you feel. His stretching you, there was a slight pain, you felt as though you were being ripped in two. But you liked it, it gave way to a new wave of pleasure, and he felt that too, felt how wet that made you.

You urged him to go on, pulling him into a kiss “please — m-more”, it took him no time to deepen himself inside you, stretching you so deep in places you couldn’t think was possible his movement was sudden as he bottoms out and your breath hitched into a moan.

“So fucking cute, such a good girl for me” he pushed a thumb in between your lips and you opened your mouth obligingly, looking him up with your doe eyes. He spits in your mouth, commanding you to swallow, which you did. You’d never thought you’d agree to be so vulnerable with someone, especially the first night of meeting them, but he had unlocked something deep within you. You wanted him to bully you like this, it felt too good to refuse.

So you motioned his hand to wrap the sides of your neck, wanted to know what it’d feel like to have him choke you. “You like being fucked like slut, huh? I can feel your pussy begging for me”

“Fuck-, please, I want more”

You could hear him moan, feeling egged on to fuck you even harder. He’s drilling himself in and out of you, so deep that you could feel him in your throat. Your breath shortened, only mewls and pornographic moans are elicited from you. He manhandles you, pinning your hand above your head as he moves faster, hitting a spot that made your head spin. “Fuck please, right there d-daddy”, you said with a gasp and eyes wide, realizing the word that came out of your mouth. “Daddy huh? Okay baby” he smirked and continued his ministrations, absolutely enjoying how the word sounds coming out from your mouth. So much so that it made him fuck you at a new angle relentlessly, and you came and released all over him. Your legs were shaking, hoping that you could catch your breath, but he flipped you over without warning into a prone bone position.

He grabbed the fat of your ass as he realigned himself once more with your entrance. Being stretched and fucked in his mercy in a new position, you found yourself gasping and moaning at the intense pleasure, the way you could feel him molding you into his size, adjusting to him once more. Your knuckles grew white, gripping the sheets underneath you, your moans were muffled, his right hand holding you in place by the neck, while his other hand grabs onto one of your cheeks, observing how your tight pussy clutches onto his cock tightly, marveling at how good you were at milking him. How perfect, how wet, and tight you were for him. He was sure that yours was the best pussy he had ever fucked, and this was the best birthday present he could have asked for.

He repositions his leg slightly as you feel the bed shifts underneath you, now bouncing your ass up and down his cock, you scream onto the bed, string of curse words and profanities leave your lips. “Daddy, feels so good,” which earned you a deep guttural groan from him. He leaned down to kiss your back, shoulders, and pulled you to look up and give you a sloppy kiss. “You’re such a good girl, make me want to keep you” you moaned into the kiss, turned on by the thought. You could get used to this, you think.

Eren could feel himself close, his abdomen tightens. He wanted to come inside you, but not yet, he thought.

“You’re milking my cock so good baby, I’m close”

“S-shit, are you gonna come for me daddy?”

“F-fuuck, gonna come a lot sooner if you keep talking like that”

You were cockdrunk, and somehow being submissive and acting like a slut for him gives you a new sense of high. You wanted to be good for him, you wanted to be his plaything, a fantasy come to life like he is for you.

“Come on my f-face please”

“Fuck, are you sure?”

“Pleaseee, I want you all over me”

He couldn’t resist you, not when you were begging him like a good girl. You drove him insane, and you could feel him begin to twitch before swiftly pulling out of you and turning you over. He took off the condom, and you helped him reach his high with your hands, mouth open wide.

As his brows furrowed in concentration, eyes filled with lust as he looked down upon you, you swore you felt like you were falling in love. You felt like you were at his mercy, at his service, but he looks at you as if he worships you at the same time. He looked beautiful, the contours of his chiseled body looked heavenly under the low light. He grunts as he tries to hold back but couldn’t, mouth eliciting a long moan as he painted all over your face, chest, and inside your mouth. He was messy, and so were you. Scooping some of his release with your fingers, you lick and suck them clean, swallowing as you did so.

The sight was heavenly to him, an angel committing such a sin, he thought. He lowers his head and pulls you into a deep kiss. “You’re driving me insane, have I told you that?”

You giggled, “I think you did, several times.”

“God, what on earth am I going to do with you.”

The two of you proceeded to clean up, and ended up lying together under the covers. You had offered to get back to the party, but with how he fucked the makeup nearly clean off your face, and the state of your clearly just-fucked hair, and how quickly intoxicated he feels with you, Eren suggested that you both should retreat quickly for the night. Had invited you to stay over even, and offered that he would drive you home to your apartment the next morning. That is, not before grabbing a quick breakfast and coffee along the way.

His gesture made you blush, never once you felt like this. He fucked you hard and good, but he’s gentle enough to make sure he takes care of you properly. Eager to accept his offer, you texted the girls in your group chat. None of them being surprised after practically seeing you and Eren eye fucking each other the whole night.

He kisses you again, again, and again, wrapping his hands and enveloping you into a hug, and you quickly fall asleep.

The next morning, you woke up to him sitting with his back towards the window. Silhouette illuminated by the morning sun like a halo as smokes were puffing out of his mouth.

“Good morning,” he said with a smile.

You were sure you had gone and seen heaven.

a/n was tinkering w few other characters for this idea but ultimately eren’s the only one i could picture this perfectly in, anyways!!! this is a long-ass smut. oh! also, sorry this was so late, but anyways I wrote 'interact to be tagged' before I got drowned with work and it got traction whilst I was away, so soz for the taglist being super long! but glad you all were excited with this idea ❣️ hope U like it and think the slow burn was worth it in the end lol lmk what U think xoxo nat🍷

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Pairing: mcu!Peter Parker x f!reader

Synopsis: Peter is there for you, his best friend, the one he is in love with, after you get stood up by your date

Lots lots of fluff, soft angsty? If I forgot something let me know<3

The writing is really bad, so I sincerely apologise! I hope you still enjoy! Mwah! Thank you!

You anxiously bit down on your bottom lip, as you take in the reflection of yourself in your full body mirror.

"Peter, do you think I look alright..?” You question your best friend, who was seated on your bed and has been watching you examine yourself over five minutes now.

You looked at him through the mirror, as your face softened, yet blushed at the same time. "Thanks, Pete” you smiled fondly at him for a moment.

Inhaling deeply, you turn around to face him fully, you straightened down your soft pink dress, that reached just below your knees. The dress fit you perfectly, bringing out just the right curves, the soft colour was bringing out your gentle and slight pale skin tone, due to the weather in New York.

Despite how superbly you looked, you still carried your insecurities and doubted your choice in clothing.

"Peter, do I really look alright?” You furrowed your eyebrows in concern, as you go on with your rambling "I m-mean is this not too overdressed..or underdressed? O-r what if it is absolutely horrific and makes me loo-“ you were cut of, by Peter, who was quick to jump off the bed and strike towards you.

He grasped your hand tenderly in his, as he looked at you with a fond expression.

"y/n/n, you look so so incredible, heck you look absolutely perfect, despite the wrong choice of shoes” he shrugged as he tilted his head down.

You promptly gazed at your feet, only to realise, you have been fooled by Peter. Ready to accuse him, he cut you off once again.

"Relax” he snickered, as he gave your hands a reassuring squeeze. "Take a deep breath and repeat this, I look beautiful”

You pointedly stare at him, before obeying nevertheless. Hesitantly repeating his words.

"I look beautiful” you replicate his words, stretching out all three words.

Peter gave you a soft nod in approval, before urging you out of your room, to pick out a pair of shoes in the shoe rack, that was in the hallway, next to the door

A pensive hum escaped your lips, as you look at all your pairs of shoes, before grabbing simple white Air Force.

"Perfect” Peter beamed cheerfully, despite the anger he felt, as he wasn’t the lucky guy to take such a wonderful human being as you, on a date. He was cursing himself, for never confirming his feelings to you.

Not knowing that this was the exact reason, why you had agreed in the beginning to go on a date with Harry, you were trying to get over your long term crush on Peter, fearing his feelings would be never mutual, and not daring to put the friendship of the both you at risk.

"It’s time” Peter announced softly, making you look up at him, you brought him into a tight hug. Peters arms slid around your waist and he gave you a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Pete” you mumbled into his neck, Peters hand ran up and down your back, unbeknownst holding you tighter, in hopes you wouldn’t leave. “Always” he whispered tentatively. You inhaled his scent for a moment, before letting go of him reluctantly.

"I will be here when you come back” Peter smiled softly, despite the fact that he truly did not want you to go on that date. You placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

"I will see you then” Peter felt his cheek redden, but before you could notice you were out the door, wanting to get over that date and come back to Peter.

Peters gaze lingered on you, until you weren’t in his sight anymore, he slowly closed the door and pursed his lips. "Man, why can’t I just tell her” he murmured frustrated to himself.

Honestly Peter had not expected you to call him just an hour later, furrowing his brows in concern, he picked up.

"y/n, what’s up..? A-are you alright?” He hurried, he heard you breathe out.

"I…kinda got stood up….c-can you pick me up? I feel so stupid” In no time had Peter thrown on his shoes and left the house, as he angrily pursed his lips.

“Such a dick, I am getting you now, stay on the phone” Peter only with his mask on, swung his way to your location. You heard his erratic breathing.

"I told you no swinging while on the phone” you began to scold, but then you were swooped up swiftly by Peter. Iron grip on your waist while he swung the both of you to your flat.

“Oh my god!” You screeched and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, squeezing your eyes shut, you buried your face in Peters chest. "Are you crazy?! Holy shit” Peter only chuckled, as he landed. He held you, while you attempted to crawl through your window, once you were in Peter followed and closed the window.

You watched as Peter tugged his mask off and threw it to the ground, then strolled over to you, instantly bringing you into his arms.

"It’s his loss, you’re the best thing anyone could ever wish for y'know…” he kept holding you, as your shoulders sagged, you were not even sad about being stood up. It’s just you wanted Peter. "To be honest….I am not really upset, I did not want to go actually” you hesitantly began.

Peter shook his head and frowned “then…why…? Why would you agree to go on a date then?” He asked confused, yet his hand stroked your side to assure you.

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him exactly why, but then you closed it again, simply shrugging and avoiding eye contact.

Peter knew you good enough, that you were just too afraid to tell the truth, so he brought his hand to your cheek cautiously. “y/n, what is it? You can talk to me” his eyes searched for yours, trying to read your properly.

Fuck it you thought as you blurted his name out "Peter, you it’s you, that’s why…” Peter tilted his head and furrowed his brows in confusion.

"me? Because of me? What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked and let out a breath. Worry then covered his features, asking himself what he had done to lead you on to go on a date with Harry.

“T-this will probably mess up everything now….” You let out shakily, as you looked down at the ground, eyes welling up with tears.

“I-m going to lose you now, b-but I can’t…keep it any longer, w-which I am so so sorry about, Peter” you rambled anxiously, you loved Peter so dearly, you didn’t even intent on getting emotional, you brought your hands up to cover your face embarrassed, thinking that you’re overreacting.

Peter grasped both your hands and pulled them away from your face, slowly lacing his fingers with yours, his eyes met yours again and he gave you a calm nod, urging you on to continue.

“I am not going anywhere, I will not leave you” he reassured once more, so you continued on with your rambling.

"I-I am kind of in love with you…actually I am super certain that I am in love with you. And I know best friends aren’t supposed to fall in love, b-but guess what. I am in love with you” you laughed tearfully at how silly you sounded, but Peter, he adored every second of it.

You looked at Peter helplessly, as you bit down onto your bottom lip anxiously. However Peters face lit up, the biggest smile growing on his face. His heart pounded faster in his chest, as he joyfully pressed his lips onto yours.

At first you did not reciprocate the kiss, but as soon as you overcame your shock, you kissed him back almost too eagerly, causing both of you to giggle.

Peter kissed you again, love radiating off the kiss, you returned it happily. Your lips locked like a perfect matching puzzle.

Peter pulled away a few inches "I am in love with you…I always have been” he mumbled against your lips.

Your heart swelled in joy and both of you let out a soft giggle.

Thank god Harry did not show up that day.

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