Souls Of Sorrow || Eren Jaeger X Reader

Chapter 23 - You (nsfw)

The moment you horny mfs have been waiting for. Whip out those sex playlists I know you have and enjoy.

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Is there ever a moment before now that I would have thought I would be alone with Eren in my room, with every single thought in my mind the furthest thing from holy? No, probably not.

The room is dark, the only light being the moonlight shining through the window. I feel around for a lamp, but quickly toss that thought aside as I look at him, my hand in his and pulling him closer. My lips find his in a deep, heated kiss as my free hand cups the back of his head.

I feel him melt against me, his hands grabbing my hips as I unbutton his shirt.

My head is spinning, my body feels hot, and I want more than anything to just keep kissing him. How the hell did I let myself fall so far? A few months ago I couldn't even fathom being in this situation.

I finish unbuttoning his shirt and he takes his hands away from my hips to shed the layer of clothing onto the floor. I break the kiss, my eyes fluttering open as my hands explore his lean, muscled torso. My breath catches in my throat as I see the way the moonlight catches on his form.

Holy god.

Every dip and curve feels like a gift in itself. His chest rises and falls with every quick breath, his eyes studying my face as I take him in. He's beautiful.

"Y/n." he breathes my name quietly, his tone almost pleading. I nod, indicating that I'm listening even as my hands trace the definition of his body. "I've...never done this before."

I look up, meeting his eyes in the darkness of the room. "Me neither." I murmur. That's the truth, of course, but I do have some idea of what to do. When I was eleven I got curious enough to ask Hange how babies were made because I didn't buy my father's bullshit about wishing on a star. She gave me the full rundown, complete with diagrams and extra information that left younger me traumatized.

"Do you want to?" I ask, my voice nearly a whisper.

He nods, his pupils visibly dilated and his skin hotter as my hands run down his abs. "So badly," he mutters under his breath.

I brush his hair back, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands immediately go to my thighs, holding me up rather easily. Fuck, that's hot.

He grunts softly into the kiss as our lips move together in a slow, gentle rhythm. One that quickly grows more heated, desire spilling past our lips and dancing with our tongues. One of his hands stays on my thigh while his other slides up the back of my shirt, feeling along the small of my back through the fabric.

His lips part a little more, allowing my tongue access to his own. A small moan leaves his lips as they press together, the kiss more heated but still unhurried. He's letting me guide him, his inexperience allowing him compliance to follow my lead. My own lack of experience is warring with my want.

My hands tangle in his hair as he walks us to the bed, setting me on my back as he leans over me.

Oh shit. Oh damn. Oh fuck. This is happening.

I break the kiss to catch my breath, curse the body's need for oxygen. Our lips are still close enough to brush together, our eyes locking together in the dark room. We both smile slightly against the others' lips, falling into another kiss.

I let my hands trail down from his head to his shoulders, feeling the indentations the muscles of his delts make in his skin. My fingertips trace down to his sides, pressing against his toned obliques. His own hands work to remove my shirt, which I pull away to allow him to pull off.