One-Shots - Eren x Reader

Make It Quick

CW: smut, NSFW, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play, penetration, denied orgasm, creampie, slight humiliation kink, praise kink, slight biting kink, sub-Eren if you squint.

If there's any warning you don't understand, please, please google it. I don't want you to accidentally read something you're not comfortable with.

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The rain that fogged your bedroom's windows fell hard against the ground outside. So hard, you could hear it splatter from the safety of your apartment.

Today was lazy. A typical Sunday afternoon that was taken over by the mean weather outside.

You sipped on your warm beverage, while wrapped in a fluffy baby blue blanket that belonged to your boyfriend. He wasn't home, yet. You continue filling the air with the tapping sounds of your computer. You had an assignment to turn in by midnight and it was infuriating, the pace you were going in.

I'm never gonna get this done

You sigh and take another sip from your drink and let its warmth soothe your nerves as it coats your throat.

You hear a few sounds coming from your front door. A small smile forms on your face when you realize who that is.

"Honey! I'm home!" Eren announced in a forced, deep voice as his heavy shoes mask the sounds coming from your keyboard. He slips his drenched coat off and walks to your shared room.

You squeeze your eyes shut when you hear the pet name, again. "I told you to stop calling me that. You're not funny."

"Keep telling that to yourself." He removed his backpack from his shoulders and placed it on top of the office chair in your room. "What you up to?"

"Mr. Sargent eyebrows gave me a shit ton of work that I'm definitely not ending today."

He plopped down on the bed with a heavy sigh. "What is it about? Maybe I could help you."

You laugh. "No thanks. I got it."

He lays down on the plush pillows behind him with a pout. "I'm smart... enough," he mumbles to himself.

You hum. "I'll be back." You unwrap yourself from his cozy blanket and walk to the kitchen with your mug in hand.

When you did, Eren got a glimpse of your exposed breasts. The spaghetti strap of your tank top had fallen when you slipped the blanket off and it successfully was enough to get his mind running. Your nipples were perked, from the chilly atmosphere, and your ass, half out of your sweat shorts from being sat for so long.

This was perfect, he thought. Eren was tired, and what better way to lore himself to sleep, than fucking his pretty girlfriend?

He quickly lifted his shirt and tugged on his sweats to 'innocently' expose his happy trail and toned abs. He crossed his arms under his head and stretched when you walked back in.

That'll get her.

But it didn't. You didn't even look at him. Your computer had your full attention after you made yourself comfortable in bed again.

Eren rolled his eyes and ran his heavy, warm hand over your exposed thigh. "Hey," he said in the most seductive way he could.

You hum, eyes never leaving the bright screen.

He gawks at you and clears his throat. "Today was a long day. Can I tell you about it?"

"Sure."

He dramatically sighed and rubbed his hand up your thigh. "I had so many assignments to do today. Armin didn't even let me copy off his work, I had to do it all by myself. I'm so tired."