Autopilot // Eren x Reader

ch1

You had no idea how you let yourself get to this point in life. Your head was spinning from the buzz you had going; music was blaring on the other side of the door and the smell of cheap beer and weed corrupted your nose no matter how many times you tried to force it out. The entire night had been a flurry of kissing strangers, meeting people whose names you forgot in seconds, and trying to forget. Between everything you did, every person you met - kissed, danced on - you just wanted to forget.

All things considered, you were doing pretty well. You'd only been living in the city for two weeks. School hadn't even started yet, but Hoco week definitely had. This was your third party of the week. You told yourself it was so you could meet people, get to know the city and campus; but even you knew that was total bullshit. Because the person you were six months ago would have refused to go to any party, would never have kissed a stranger, and would certainly not be fucking a stranger in a closet right now.

The thought paired with your level of intoxication made you giggle slightly. You'd decided to reinvent yourself when you moved halfway across the country to Arizona two weeks ago. It was a rash decision encouraged by the few friends you had in your life, after observing you wallow in post-breakup misery for four straight months. You transferred colleges, changed your major, packed what you could into your car, and drove for days. Somewhere along the way you decided that the old you was dead and that the new you, whoever that was, would just want to have a good time.

And a good time you were having.

You dragged your mind out of its drunk field trip into your memories and brought it back to the present - to the man who was burying himself between your legs. You'd been eying each other from across the party all night when he'd finally dragged you into a closet down one of the hallways. In the dim light you could only make out a few of his features: dark brown hair gathered messily into a bun at the back of his head, glinting green eyes, and tattoos scattered along his muscled arms. You had barely said a word to one another, he'd just pinned you to the door immediately upon entering the closet and began doing what you knew both of you wanted.

As for now - he still had you pinned against the door, your legs wrapped around his waist, his arms supporting your bottom as he thrust into you. His lips roamed up and down your neck, nipping at what would definitely be bruised the next morning. You felt yourself letting out tight whimpers as he continued to work his length inside you.

"Yeah?" His voice came breathily in your ear. "You like that, don't you?"

You couldn't form words. Not with the way he was rocking you up and down on his cock, hitting the right spot every time. You dragged your nails down his back in response, moaning heavily at the feeling of him deep inside you. People were not supposed to be this good the first time they fucked a stranger. But, you supposed there were a few things that set this man apart from the others at the party.

He quickened his pace, breath coming out in sputtered gasps. You felt every inch of him slamming in and out of you, and closed your eyes in the already dim light, savouring the absolute bliss he was showering you in. You dug your nails deeper into his back, the two of you slick with sweat. A knot had been building in your stomach for some time now, but with each breathy moan he released onto your neck between hungry kisses you knew you would meet your edge soon. He would unravel right along with you.

Tangling your hands in his messy hair, you felt that tug from deep within your stomach pull tighter. "Oh-" he groaned, readjusting your position on top of him ever so slightly as he continued railing you against the door. Even with the blare of the music on the other side of the door, you knew you could be heard. You couldn't give less of a shit. This was bliss.