Everyone had always wondered how the two of you ended up together.
Not in a fit of jealousy, or spite — just a simple case of pure confusion. And in the eyes of onlookers, you and your boyfriend couldn't be more contradictory than imagined.
Eren Jaeger was someone who used his brain. He was drowning in praise from various professors that seemed to admire the immense amount of dedication he possessed in regards to his academic success — he was practical, and surprisingly enough, couldn't figure out for the life of him that the classmate he was tutoring thought he was cute. You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite of him; glued to your phone and your head filled with air most of the time — with the exception of your thoughts about the insanely pretty tutor you saw twice a week in the library.
Despite all that, the two of you were certainly a sight to see; full of pride and joy, you hung onto his toned arm when given the chance, the echoing clacks of your heels against the flooring drawing attention that made the tips of Eren's ears shift to red. But you ignored them all, too focused on telling him about the details of your carefully picked outfit for the day and how much of a pain it was to find them all in your overloaded closet to come close to caring.
But, on some rare occasions, he just didn't know what to do with you.
You sit comfortably at his desk, nestled into his side as you watched him steadily flip through the pages of his textbook and type messily strung notes on his computer. And although you promised as best as you could to not be a hindrance to his studying, he can almost feel your empty gaze burning holes into his temple; but could he truly blame you?
In your eyes, Eren is a masterpiece – a hidden gem that people seemed to overlook when it came down to it, but you couldn't be more obsessed with him; from the way his hair is packed up into the pink hair tie you gave him, the glasses resting on his nose bridge, even down to how the stretched collar of his shirt hangs loose enough on his collarbones to give leeway for the thin chain with a key and your initial around his neck — it's too difficult to stay away.
"Don't look at me like that." He speaks firmly, stirring in his seat before giving you a cautious glance, his sudden motion causing you to plant a hand on his thigh in order to steady yourself.
Furrowing your brows, you give him a look of honest ignorance, "like what, 'ren?"
Yeah, Eren truly didn't know what to do with you.
He keeps silent, forcing the pooling saliva down in a quick swallow at the feeling of your fingers dangerously treading his body, leaving you to frown at his nonchalant mannerisms.
"You know I'm busy," he sighs, fiddling with his shirt just before swiftly tugging it over his crotch, "just give me a bit more time to finish up my assignment."
"It's not a lot of work..." you mumble, gingerly walking your index and middle finger across the surface of his broad shoulder, "can't you just give me a little bit of your time and do it afterwards when I'm not here?"
Eren knows good and well that your words are nothing more than a shell of empty promises considering the way that you always manage to attach yourself to his hip, but he finds it even harder to bring himself to say no as he watches you gaze up at him through your lashes, all while you loop a manicured finger around the stray hairs laying flat on his tanned nape.
"Please?" You add innocuously, feathering your fingers down his torso and underneath his shirt, stirring a finger on his growing bulge.
He takes a sharp inhale of air through clenched teeth, somewhat jolting in his seat and placing a warm hand over your own, "Fuck...shouldn't do that, baby."
And as much as you love Eren the way he is, you still can't seem to properly wrap your head around the lecherous look of undeniable desperation that makes its way onto his face when you get like this; you would say it's enough to satisfy the itch in your brain and make you light headed.
"Why not?" he watches your lips move through anticipating eyes, feeling the way your fingers fumble with the dainty zipper of his pants before tugging the metal down, "I wanna make you feel good– can't I?"
He really has to study, but when you put it like that...all while giving him a stupidly virtuous face and tugging down the band of his underwear just enough to let his achey cock breathe. And although you don't know much, you're well aware of what Eren needs — you grin to yourself at the feeling of him instinctively bucking his hips in the hand lightly wrapped around his length.
He can only press his tongue to the roof of his mouth, swallowing any groans that threaten to leave as you steadily pump him, circling your thumb around his tip just before applying a bit of pressure every now and then. But you show no restraint, watching with dazed eyes how pre glosses over the head of his cock — tongue swiping over your lower lip.
Breathy whimpers fill the room as Eren looks down in anticipation, brows knitting together when you trace a finger up the prominent vein on his dick. You try to suppress your giggles when his glasses start to slide down his nose, but ultimately fail when shoves them back up his face — accompanying his ministrations with a low 'holy shit'.
"You're so cute 'ren," you mutter into the crook of his neck, tickling the skin with the tip of your nose before grazing it over with teeth.
There's something about Eren that makes you dizzy — in a good way of course. Perhaps it's his reactions to the smallest things, or how his breath hitches when you beg him to fuck you — or maybe it's a combination of it all.
Your eyes flit over to his precum stained cock in your hands and back to his hazy own — and he can almost read your mind, eyes blowing slightly wide as he frantically shakes his head no.
"S-stop thinking about it, can't take any—" he's shortly cut off by a throaty groan as you sultrily wrap your lips around his tip. "Fuck!" he swallows roughly, head flying back in frustration when you try to take him fully in your mouth, hands jerking off what simply can't fit.
And believe it or not, Eren hates when you do this — simply because of the fact that he can't last at all. He gets too twitchy and jolty when the warmth of your mouth envelopes his cock, mimicking the plush walls of your cunt mockingly well. But even so, he still finds himself messily grinding up into your mouth and making you gag around his base, sending vibrations from your muffled noise straight to his dick.
Poor Eren has no control over himself, absentmindedly chasing his high through your throat. A slew of curses fall from his lip accompanied by a load moan as his abs flex, stilling his hips mid thrust and spilling his cum into your mouth.
"Ah- I'm sorry..."
"'S okay! Don't mind it," you're quick to reassure him after you swallow, placing your hand around his neck before messily meeting his lips.
The feeling is vivid, how you swirl your tongue around his mouth, letting him get a taste of the mix of your saliva and his cum before nibbling on his bottom lip, your hands running under his shirt and maneuvering it off of him just before stumbling onto his lap.
It's so dangerously easy to get Eren worked up; he downs his spit when you lift up the edges of your oversized shirt yourself, grinding and dragging your clothed cunt against his bare cock, the friction from the damp cotton eliciting a moan from you both. He's quick to place a calloused hand on your lower back, trying to take control of your hips and slow you down. But nevertheless, his attempts are proven to be futile when you shake your head and writhe in his grasp, hastily reaching down to pull your panties to the side.
"Can't you fuck me now?" You plead, heavy eyes full of adoration as you run a hand through his wilted tufts of brown hair. It's difficult to not drag your sensitive clit across his growing erection, "I heard that it makes studying even easier..."
It's most definitely not true, but who is Eren to spoil your fun?
Especially with how you whine when he grabs ahold of his cum stained cock and gradually slips it into your tight hole, digging crescents shaped like your nails into his shoulders. It's a burning stretch from the head alone. Eren is unimaginably big — it even took you by surprise upon first seeing it; but you're just so addicted the feeling of him clumsily bullying his way into your pussy.
"You're sososo big, 'Ren," you babble, eyes blowing shut as you feverishly bounce in his lap, fists balling against his toned chest, "love it when you fill me up!"
"S-shut—fuck—up..."
Eren can't help but sigh, a pigmented blush growing on his cheeks and the tips of his ears as you go on about his size — you never truly do stop talking. He leans further back into his chair, a slightly mesmerized look on his face as he watched where your bodies connect, sticky juices slicking his cock as you slide up and down.
It's so lecherous and absurd, how a moment ago he was simply trying to study — yet now, his clingy girlfriend is simply riding his stress away, lewd sounds filling the room as you moan into his chest. When he looks past you, he can see a fucked out reflection of himself staring back at him through the down darkened laptop screen; when he looks lower, he's met with the view of your ass in his hands, can even see the tattoo that's partially hidden by the pink thong — god, you're so fucking hot.
"Inside, Eren — inside!" You're already mouthing off, knowing from the feeling of his thighs tensing up that he's only moments away from cumming. You tighten the grip in your thighs, securing your place on his lap, "Don't want it anywhere else!"
He thinks you're crazy, brutally clamping down on his dick as your hand flies down between your legs to messily rub your clit, "shouldn't cum inside..." Eren argues, despite his body contradicting his slurred words as he thrusts up into your cunt.
You cum without a warning, a loud whine leaving your dried out throat as you spasm and gush in his hold, walls fluttering uncontrollably while you grind yourself through your high. It's always so messy with you, fucking up his chair and brand new pants too.
But in all honestly, it's the least important matter on Eren's mind as he pathetically humps your body, overstimulated by the way that you milk his cock, practically begging to get filled up. Hands full of your ass, he grinds you down even more onto him, keeping you in position as he fucks his load into you, strings of cum painting your walls white.
With heavy and shortened breaths, you slump into his chest. Wordlessly, Eren still keeps you on his cock, satisfied with the feeling of his cum slowly seeping out of your holes and staining his pants even further.
Nursing a dopey smile on your face, you look up at your boyfriend, "still gonna do some work now?"
