𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓾$$𝔂 EREN X READER

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"Omg! Where's my shower cap?" you screamed, frantically tossing out all the clothes you carefully packed the night before from your suitcase. "This can't be happening," you promptly pulled open the drawers from your nearly empty dresser and began flinging everything onto the chair beside you. Not like you'd be able to find what you were looking for under the mess you just created. "I just spent $350 on this brazilian body wave, I need that shower cap!"

"It's on top of that big ass head," the smug idiot you sometimes referred to as Eren, gestured to the pink sequined article that he bought for you on your last trip to the beauty supply. He was leaning forward in his chair, sweatpants hanging low, hair in a messy bun, dreary green eyes laser focused on the game he was playing with Jean and Armin. "Fuck," he cursed, "Yo, Imma need some back up," he shouted into his headset.

You slowly turned around to face the mirror on your disheveled vanity, Wow, not one of your strongest moments, you thought, gingerly, removing the shower cap. Your long curls cascaded down your shoulders, what usually were bright and dolled up eyes were now rimmed with day old eye liner and lashes that were threatening to pop off. You had to admit, you did look a little rough at the moment, but even now you still remain the baddest bitch in the city, and that's on periodt.

"Okay, where's my switch then?" you sighed, and tossed the showercap into the suitcase, rearranging all of the clothes back into it again, "You know, the pink bedazzled one?"

"Carry-on," he responded, motioning to the backpack in front of the door, "Why are you acting like such a bimbo today?"

Pause, did this boy just try me? "Why are you acting like such a-," you hesitated, trying to come up with a good comeback.

"Exactly," you could practically see the smirk that you heard in his deep voice.

A couple years ago, you would have never expected you'd be dating this jerk. He was the star player in your school's hockey team, a literal god in the rink, and you were just his tutor to get his grades up so he could stay on said team. But you know, one thing led to another, and here you were, still dealing with his trifling ass. You grabbed the carry-on and tossed all of your luggage in one place.

"You know what, I'm gonna pack my vibrator."

"What?" Eren pulled back one side of his headphones to free his ear, his brows furrowed.

"What?"

"You tripping," Eren just rolled his eyes and went back to playing on your brother's PS5, the sounds of aggressive clicking of the controller echoed through the room.

"Nah, you're tripping if you think you're getting any action on this trip," you glanced around the room one last time to double-check if anything was left unpacked, "not with the way you've been talking to me lately."

"Babygirl, stop playing, you know you can't resist this," Eren tossed his headset and controller onto your bed, apparently done with his match. He stood up, towering at an alarming 6'2 above you, he leaned down, inches from your face, the chain that his father gave to him as a parting gift brushing against your skin. "I'm sorry," he whispered, flashing that handsome grin of his, "let me make it up to you."

You took in a deep breath, taking in the scent that was Eren, a combination of mint, mahogany, and was that weed? You slowly slid your hands down his chest to rest upon his toned hard abs, admiring the start of the v line that was poking out. This man could never keep a shirt on, but you weren't complaining, "No," you poked his waist, ignoring what was growing in his sweatpants, "we got a flight to catch."

Ever since Eren invited you on a trip to visit his home country, Paradis, things have been pretty crazy, to say the least. You guys have been dating for a cute year and a half and he wanted to show you a different side of him.

"I can make it quick."

"Don't you always," you laugh, slapping his arm.

He catches it and you find yourself pinned against the wall, your back against his chest. You could feel his hard-on pressing against your leggings, his face leaned into the crook of your neck, "Do you feel that?" You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath on your neck. Two large hands gripped the sides of your hips, beckoning for you to move.

"Boy, stop!" you giggled, unintentionally curling into him, no but seriously, he's about to make me act up. You hated how you couldn't stand to be mad at him for too long. You let out a shaky breath at the tingly sensation that was starting to pool up in your stomach, flashbacks from previous hookups whirred through your mind like a broken cassette tape.

"Hey! What's taking yall so long?" a familiar voice shouted from outside your bedroom door, "We were supposed to leave hours ago!"

"And YOU weren't even supposed to come!" You fired back. And he really wasn't supposed to join. No one in your family was supposed to come. But your dad demanded it if Eren still wanted to be with you. It took some convincing, but Eren finally caved into letting you bring your family, and you use the term "caved" very loosely.

"You think Imma letchu go to some foreign country with this hooligan?"

"Dad, they probably bumpin bellies," another voice added, "And did you know Eren doesn't like to wear condoms. Ah shit, I'm probably gonna be an uncle."

You sighed, suppressing the urge to snap at your dad and annoying ass brother for Eren's sake.

"Bumpin bellies?" You heard your dad gasp, "Oh hell nah, open this muthafuckin' door right now!"

How the hell were you going to spend a whole two weeks with these idiots, you groaned at the thought.

"Your dad has no chill," Eren laughed as he reluctantly dropped your arm allowing you to turn around to face him.

"I am so sorry," you whisper, listening for the sounds of your father's footsteps walking away. You gently brush away the stray wisps of hair from his messy bun out of his long lashes before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"So..." he paused, securing an arm around your waist, there's a mischievous glint in his eyes. You couldn't help but notice his gaze traveling from your face, to your chest, down to your thighs.

"So..." you repeated, bashful eyes of yours met his.

"Wanna try road head?"