One-Shots - Eren x Reader

She's Clueless!

CW: NSFW, smut, dub-con (both characters involved are sober, consenting adults. I'm adding it cus a safe word isn't used, plus they're kinda strangers) vaginal fingering, oral sex (m) and (f), gagging, dacryfilia, penetration (f), spanking, degradation kink, humiliation kink, creampie, slight bimbofication, slight impact play, semi-public sex.

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

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The sun shined as if it was still early in the morning, though it was some time after 2:00 PM.

You walked through the semi indoor hallways of your college campus. Your heels, 'click' and 'clack' under you as you inhale the earthy, fresh air from the trees and bushes nearby.

With each step you take, you give small waves and smiles to the people who passed by, some of them would even stop you to say their 'hello's'. Which you don't mind, I mean, more time away from class and people around you would instantly put you on a pedestal. It's a win, win, right?

Yes and no. Most times it is, but today? Nope. Not one of those days.

Everything was going fine, you made small talk with a girl in one of the classes you hardly attend. You stirred the cup in your hand, making the coffee in it, swirl like a tornado. You pretended to give a shit about what she did last Sunday and—wait—how does this concern you?

You kept nodding at her, trying your best to make it seem like you care, but your head was completely empty. Thinking about nothing more than getting out of there. Even class might seem more interesting than this.

Ding, Ding, Ding

thank god.

You opened your handbag and scavenged through it. You held your phone against your chest while giving her your best apologetic eyes, slowly backing away from her. "I'm so sorry, I have to take this. Talk to me later, yeah?"

"Oh." Her eyes are a bit wide, probably from your interruption. They soften when she sees you clutch your phone. "It's fine, don't worry about it!"

"Thank you." You smile at her and give her shoulder a light squeeze as you walk straight past her.

You look down at your phone to see who was the glorious being who literally saved you from that walking radio but right as you were unlocking your phone, your eyes widen from feeling it slip from your fingertips and smash into the floor. But that wasn't the worst. You let a high-pitched scream escape when you feel a cold, sticky substance splash against your chest.

You touch the drenched fabric that stuck to your chest and look at whoever bumped—lowkey smashed—into you.

Eren Yeager.

You're fuming. Of course, this washed-up, wanna-be, stoner ruined your clothes. He probably did it on purpose, too.

And what makes it worse, is that he's just standing there! No 'oh, so sorry for ruining your day' or anything. He just stood there. Annoyingly, cold expression on his face—as always btw— with his hands tucked in his jeans, and his oversized, layered flannel under that stupid vintage jacket he always wears. His hair, thrown in a messy man-bun, and his neck, covered in necklaces.

He's a weirdo, a loser. No shit he's always alone when this is how he reacts to potentially giving you 3rd-degree burns had your coffee been hot today.

"Fucking idiot! Look at what you did!" You pinch the fabric of your ruined top and show the brown stain he's made.

He, again, did nothing. He just stared at you with those annoyingly perfect green eyes of his, silently asking, 'are you done?'.