Your eyes glimmered excitedly amongst the dimmed lighting of your device's screen as Eren's text popped up— your heart thumped wildly in your chest at the thought of seeing him again, despite only spending a few hours apart from each other.

It was clear, the effect that Eren had on you. He was quickly becoming your drug of choice; one time was enough to get you hooked. You wanted— no, you needed more.

His scent, his touch, the sound of his voice... you craved him. How could you not? The feeling of him took you to new heights, greater than any other substance you could get your hands on. He made you feel something— something much different than the monotony of your much less invigorating life with Jean.

Was it Eren you craved, or was it just the unadulterated excitement of being with someone new? After all, Jean was your first and your only; no other lips had ever even graced yours except for his... well, unless you count that one time (maybe it was two) that you and Sasha made out after downing too many tequila shots.

Regardless, none of it mattered now— you could work out the details later. Now, you had one mission only: successfully sneak out of your friends' apartment without getting caught, and get back in before either of them wake up. Connie would get up for work at seven... which meant you only had about hours to spend with Eren.

Fuck.

You were certainly pushing your luck, but you pushed any semblance of a second thought into the far back of your mind as you grabbed your coat and carefully snuck out the door. Grabbing the spare key that Sasha had gifted you, you quietly locked up and headed down the stairs where you spotted Eren's headlights beaming from the parking lot.

Once you approached his car, you immediately hopped in— it was warm and toasty inside, a stark contrast from the chilly, early morning's freeze that pricked at your cheeks just moments before.

Eren's eyes immediately light up upon seeing your pretty face in person for the second time today. He'd deny it if anyone called him out on it, but he was becoming just as enthralled with you, as you were him. He's always managed to play it cool around you— but the truth was, you'd caught his eye ever since you first introduced yourself as his neighbor after he moved in across the hall.

He wanted to make a move sooner, but of course, you had a boyfriend. Still, he always made sure to say hi to you when you'd cross his path— at the mailboxes, the stairs... even the dumpster. He wanted to make an impression; wanted you to remember his face, his smile, his eyes...

You and your boyfriend were always bickering, he knew it was just a matter of time if he remained patient enough.

Maybe Armin was right, after all...

"I'm sorry you came all this way, I can't stay out long." Your voice beckoned him away from his thoughts— but your eyes called out to him in a different way; a lust filled gaze peered from underneath your pretty lashes, with a hint of anxiety mixed perfectly with the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"My friends... they uh- they're Jean's friends too. I don't want them to— "

"S'okay." He slurred, sleepily running his hands through his hair. "Just wanted to see you."

You couldn't even help it— the way his groggy voice effected your desire for him. He looked so fucking good, as expected; silky brown tresses laid messily against his shoulders, freed from their usual up-kept bun. He dressed lazily in a hoodie and sweats that perfectly contoured his muscular thighs... and left little to the imagination, elsewhere.

You hadn't even realized you were giving him bedroom eyes, until he smirked— eyes drifting to your lips as he leaned over, capturing fervently them within his own. He wasted no time in gripping onto your thigh with one hand, while the other cradled the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss.

"Fuckin' missed you." He murmured between kisses, without a single attempt to pull away from your saccharine lips.

"Missed you." You mumble into his mouth, both of you seemingly starved for the taste of one another.

"Wait— the lights." You remind him as soon as you get the chance to catch your breath, to which he quickly flips off the headlights— darkness encompasses the two of you, but neither couldn't careless.

Eren promptly pushes his seat back as far as it can go, determined to make enough room for you on his lap. Clearly he wouldn't have enough time to bring you to Armin's like he'd originally planned, but he'd be damned if he left here without feeling you cum around his cock at least once.

His gesture doesn't go unnoticed; you hastily climb over the center console and plant yourself on top of him— plush thighs traipsed over his own as your grind yourself against his dick that grows harder by the second.

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(CW: car sex, unprotected,

unintentional voyeurism?? (idk how else to explain it lmao), Eren being a menace, secondhand embarrassment from Jean)

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"Fuck— missed me that much, huh?" He groans, large hands gripping onto your hips as he assists your efforts. Your heads falls languidly into the crook of his neck as you plant open-mouthed kisses against his tattooed skin.

You let out a hushed moan as you feel his hand dip beneath the waistband of your sweats— fingers sliding deftly in between your folds as he gently rubs your clit. He methodically presses two fingers into your dripping hole, determined to stretch you out as quickly as possible so that he can bury himself inside of you.

"Eren—" you whimper out, the needy sound of his name escaping your lips made his cock twitch underneath you as his fingers continued to work you open enough for you to be able to take him.

"Whatcha need, baby? Let me know." He chuckles deeply, letting out a throaty moan as he feels your pussy grip onto his fingers as you get closer to your release.

"F-fuck me— need your cock." You stutter; your orgasm crashes over you in waves as his long fingers curl precisely against your g-spot, the rough palm of his hand rubs against your clit— the two simultaneously causing your eyes to roll white.

As soon as you come down from your high, you swiftly paw at the hem of his pants, shoving them down just enough to free his aching cock. It feels hot and heavy in your hands as your fingers wrap around his girth; he hisses as you tighten your grip and pump him up and down, desperately slipping out of your own bottoms in the process.

Just as you're about to slide down onto his length, you feel your phone buzz from inside your jacket pocket. You're almost afraid to look, immediately assuming it's Sasha or Connie calling to see where you went after noticing you've gone missing.

You're too far gone at this point, hardly giving it a second thought more as you begin to sit yourself down on his cock.

Though, Eren has a much different plan in mind.

He reaches into your coat pocket; a smirk dancing along his lips, accompanied by a mischievous glint in his emerald eyes as picture flashes on your screen.

"Answer it."

He commands, handing you the phone— though you're quick to push it away as you shake your head no.

"Don't you wanna talk to your boyfriend?" He teases, the irony of the fact that his hard cock is still firmly wrapped within your fingertips as he says this, almost makes him even harder.

"We're on a break, don't wanna talk." You say meekly, continuing to lower yourself onto him as the vibrations stop— the call ending as you refused to answer.

"Oh?" He says, sucking in a breath as he bottoms out— your cunt sucking him in, velvety walls giving him a welcomed hug as you tighten around the stretch of his thick cock.

"Thought you might wanna tell him how much this tight little pussy loves my dick."

He speaks softly in your ear as he delivers a sharp thrust— sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout your core. It was meant as a warning shot for the pounding he was about to ensue on your poor cunt; wholeheartedly supporting his previous notion of showing you exactly how much better he was than that loser.

Jean didn't deserve you.

He can't appreciate you the way Eren can.

He can't fuck you as good as Eren can.

He wanted to make sure you understood that, with every wobbly step you took the next day after he was done pounding his cum deep inside of you done the driver's seat of his car.

Speak of the devil...

Your phone lights up once more with Jean's smiling face, that incessant buzzing sounding like nails on a chalkboard.

Eren delivers a hard smack on your ass as he grins— you continue to fuck yourself on his cock, completely ignoring the phone call as you thread your fingers through his soft locks.

You're so lost in the euphoric pleasure that you don't even notice Eren reaching over to the passenger seat. Before you know it, your phone is in his hand; you panic as he presses the answer button, setting it down on the center console after putting him on speaker.

"Baby...?"

It's Jean's voice that calls out to you.

"Yeah?" It's all you can muster at the moment, you attempt to cease your movements but Eren grips your hips tightly, grinding you deeper onto his cock.

"Don't you dare fuckin' stop."

He whispers into your ear, so softly that even you can hardly make out what he's said.

"I'm so sorry, y/n." Jean continues. "Can't fuckin' sleep without you here next to me."

Eren rolls his hips flush against yours, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. He's so fucking deep, you aren't sure if you want to moan out in pain or pleasure— but you don't, instead you bite down on your lip so harshly that you taste metallic.

Eren's quick to lick your lips, wanting nothing more than to taste the very substance that fuels your existence.

"Go on, tell him you miss him while you bounce on my cock."

It almost comes out bitterly, like he's challenging you. Either way, you're too fucked out to come up with your own words, so you willfully obey his commands.

"Miss you—"

Fuck— another sharp thrust. This time, a little louder than either of you had hoped.

"What was that? You okay, baby?" Jean asks, concerned.

"M'fine." You slur— the way Eren's cock is hitting you in all the right spots as your clit grinds along his pelvis, brings you closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night.

"Wish you were here baby. Wanna make it up to you— you'll let me, right? Want you to sit on my face till you cum on my tongue."

Eren can't help but snicker under his breath. Wonder if your boyfriend would like the taste of his cum?

"Yeah, so good." You breathe out, babbling whatever comes to mind at this point, almost forgetting that Jean was even on the line.

"Fuck— you touching yourself for me?" Jean asks, a cocky lilt to his tone as you hear a faint rustling in the background.

It's not but a moment until you hear him let out a hushed moan of his own— no doubt stroking his cock to the idea of you pleasuring yourself to his filthy words.

Oh, this makes Eren absolutely feral. God, he wishes he could rearrange your insides the way he truly knows how; he can't, unless he wants you to get caught... which, admittedly he does... but he wouldn't push you that far.

Not yet, at least.

"Fuck, baby... wanna be inside that pussy so fuckin' bad." Jean clammers as you hear him beat his dick faster, the sound of your sultry moans has him about to cum already.

The fact that you're partaking in something so sinful has you cumming all over Eren's cock instantaneously. Your pussy spasms around him as you let a pornographic moan rip from your throat.

"Oh, fuck— gonna cum. Wanna come inside you baby... shit." You hear Jean moan out as he releases, but it's faded in the back of your mind as Eren fucks you into overstimulation, chasing his own high.

The fact that your boyfriend just unknowingly came to the sound of you getting fucked dumb on his cock, has him emptying a thick load into your sensitive cunt.

"Fuck, that's a good fuckin' girl. Take my cum— t-take it..." Eren moans breathily as reaches towards the phone, hanging it up without any further indication, while your pussy continues to milk him dry.

You both pant heavily, pressing sloppy kisses onto each other's lips as the two of you simultaneously come down from your high.

"What the fuck, Eren?!" You scold, finally coming back down to earth as the reality of what you've just done sets in.

He simply laughs as he gropes your ass in the calloused palms of his hands. You attempt to lift yourself off of him and climb back over into the passenger seat, but he stops you— smirking as he grips your throat delicately, pulling you forward to meet his lips once more; feeling his cock start to harden again from inside you.

"Where you goin', pretty?