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HIS NAME IS EREN YEAGER. THE MYTH AND THE LEGEND. MR. BIG DICK AND BROODING. THE HEARTLESS HEARTBREAKER.
he lures women in his bed with those emerald eyes, tangles them in his long dark tresses, and then devours their souls and spits them out before he’s onto the next.
he’s the campus fuckboy. the one every girl wants, but can't have. many have tried to tame him and very few have survived to tell the tale. they’ve all disappeared into their dorms with endless piles of dirty kleenex and ben and jerry’s, left with their puffy eyes and broken hearts as scars from battle.
the cautionary tale is spread all over campus. it’s written in bathroom stalls, whispered in the library, and lamented on the campus confession page and they all say the same thing:
do not fall for eren yeager. he’s a no-good-dirty-rotten heartbreaker.
you can’t help but laugh.
eren? a heartbreaker? he may have fooled everyone, but, to you, he’s still the pathetic loser that you knew in high school.
you’ve gotta give it to him though, he’s gotten hot since graduation. he’s no longer the scrawny little boy picking (and losing) fights with bullies.
you’re eyeing him from your booth in the dining hall, surrounded by your friends that are discussing some week old gossip not even worth paying attention to.
long hair is a good look on him, you think— a little slutty for your taste, but good nonetheless.
what would they think of their precious eye candy if they knew about the real him? the eren that’s had a crush on you since you let him see your panties in gym? the litany of unanswered dm’s on instagram? the extensive block list from his various burner phone numbers? the love notes through your cashapp?
what if they knew that behind the stubble, cheap cologne, and brooding exterior he was just a pathetic lovesick puppy?
he’s sitting at a table in the middle of the room with two other people. you hone your gaze and recognize the whiny nerd and goth lesbian. you scoff and roll your eyes, twirling your cherry lollipop between your glossed lips.
i see the three stooges still flock together…
just then you see another girl approach him wearing a scrap of fabric being played off as skirt. you watch the interaction unfold as she trails her chubby acrylics over his shoulder to play with his hair. you can’t imagine what kind of bullshit she’s spewing in his ear. she’s trying so hard it makes her look stupid.
and then there’s eren: bored out of his mind and almost disgusted by her touch as he tries to carry out his conversation with his friends.
you bite down on your lollipop hard, shattering the candy and ripping the hidden gumball off the stick. you figure it’s time to sink your teeth into your favorite toy.
pulling your bedazzled phone out of your purse, your nails clack away at the screen as you make your way to your contacts. you unblock his main phone number and call him.
he answers on the second ring.
“y/n?” he asks, breath hurried. a grin takes over your lips as you watch him sit up in his seat, throwing the other girl’s hand off of him.
“eren baby! ♡” you chime, “it’s been sooo long. i miss you. are you busy?”
“no, no, no. i’m not doing anything right now.” loser 2 and 3 roll their eyes as eren stands up and walks away from the table, leaving both the girl and his friends in the dust.
“perfect! let’s catch up, yeah? i’ll text you my dorm number. don’t keep me waiting. mwah!”
you don’t wait for his response before hanging up the phone, and as promised you send him the information. you sit back triumphantly, watching as he quickly leaves the dining hall, and you smile, blowing a big bubble with your gum and letting it burst with a loud pop!
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you’re sitting at your vanity fixing your makeup when you hear a timid knock at your door.
“come in! ♡” you singsong, still absorbed in your reflection as you boost your lashes.
you hear the door open and close with a soft click. eren is now standing in your room and you turn your attention to your visitor.
“eren baby! you made it!” you chime, “please, sit! sit! make yourself comfortable.”
eren shifts his weight uncomfortably on his feet, gaze flicking between you and the floor. you have to swallow the snicker tickling at the back of your throat.
no seriously... this guy? a heartbreaker? you mentally scoff. the guy who’s got half the girls on campus cutting bangs stuffing their faces full of ice cream has now been reduced to the loser you know and love. it’s kind of poetic if you think about it. endearing even.
he clears his throat. “uhm… where? there aren’t any extra chairs.”
“on the floor, silly,” you instruct between the sticky chews of your gum.
he hesitates for a moment.
“come.” you command with a smile, patting your thigh, “sit by me.”
eren slowly makes his way over to sit by your feet.
“ugh,” you begin, reapplying your pink gloss in the mirror. ”sooo sorry i haven’t gotten a chance to respond to all your messages, renny. i’ve seen them all and think you’re just the sweetest. i’ve just been so busy with school and clubs and internships—you know how it goes, right?” you turn to look down at him.
“yeah, i understand. i’m just glad you finally reached out” his voice is small and he avoids your gaze, rubbing his neck which tousles the loose bun in his hair.
“you’re mad at me” it’s more of a statement than a question.
“no! no,” he panics, waving off your observation. i’m just…” his gaze is on lap and he picks at the skin of his thumb as he searches for the right word.
“nervous,” he ultimately decides.
you grin at him.
“you’re so cute” you dismiss, ruffling his hair.
“you know eren,” you start again, elbow on your knee as you prop your head up with your hand, “it really hurt my feelings when i heard all those nasty rumors about you. i was starting to think you liked all those other girls more than me…”
you reach out to roll the drawstrings of his jacket between your manicured fingers. the close proximity startles eren and he exhales a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
you drop the strings and walk your fingers up his sternum and over his black tee as you make your way to cup his face. he shivers at the feeling of your soft palm on his cheek, eyes fluttering closed for a moment while he breathes in the sweet scent radiating from your pulse point.
“you didn’t forget our promise, did you?” you gently tug his bottom lip, allowing your gaze to fall on him with a glossy pout and twinkling doe eyes.
“of course not!” he sputters, his low eyes blow wide in panic, “it was just sex. i’ve never let any of them…”
he’s so fucking cute you had to fight back a smile. after all this time his heart was still yours and just the thought of it sent a wicked chill running up your spine. his expression is somewhere between shock and anticipation, and in this moment he looks just like little eren in high school.
it brought you back to the empty gym where you let him peek under your skirt just to toy with the little virgin. how he followed you around the rest of senior year, desperate for any ounce of attention you’d spare him. how you teased him, plopping your cherry lollipop between his lips for his first indirect kiss, making him promise to wait for you to be his first real one.
and how could you forget that valentine’s day, when he confessed his love for you in front of the whole class, bright red roses in hand. you turn him down of course, popping your gum, as you explained you don’t date virgins and told him to call when he’s had more experience.
you didn’t think there was a chance in hell that anyone would fuck him unless that dyke mikasa let him hit out of pity, but here he was before you. he was a man now and he did it all for you.
“good. that makes me happy,” you smiled, and for the first time it was genuine. you let go of his face and turned back to your vanity. eren almost whimpers at the loss of your warmth.
“remember in high school, eren? when you used to follow me around like a little puppy?” you grab the dog ears from last year’s sexy paw patrol costume off the top of your mirror, gently wiggling it free from the surrounding stickers and photocards. you turn towards him again. “you’ll be my puppy again, won’t you?”
eren quirks a brow at your request not quite sure what you mean. he ponders it for a moment, his eyes widening as he looks at you and you smile back, confirming his conclusion. he swallows hard, shifting in his seat as his cock twitches to life in his jeans.
“yes i’ll—”
“puppies don’t speak, silly,” you giggle, placing the ears on his head, “they bark.”
a deep flush takes over his sharp features. he can’t tell if you’re serious or not. but you continue to look at him expectantly, raising your eyebrows to egg him on.
humiliation coats his skin in a thick film, but, abandoning his reservations, he barks.
“good boy,” you smile.
“now, take off your clothes. i wanna see you.”
you watch with a bored expression on your face, legs crossed as he strips.
he shrugs his broad shoulders letting his hoodie fall off his arms. next, his thick hands reach behind him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pull his shirt over his head, his bun holding on for dear life as he sets his shirt in a pile with his jacket. then, deft fingers work to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans before hes leading himself down his muscular legs and kicking them off his feet along with his sneakers. he hooks his fingers under his briefs, but you hold your hand up, stopping his movements.
“leave it.”
you admire him for a moment, taking in the chiseled lines of his chest and abs, eyes ghosting over the growing bulge in his underwear.
“come.”
eren scoots up, now sitting at your feet.
“you’re so handsome now, eren. all this for me?” you coo, running your fingers over his arms and chest before making their way to his hair. you gently remove his hair tie, letting his raven locks fall and cascade around his neck and shoulders. you readjust the puppy ears as a finishing touch.
eren opens his mouth to speak and then corrects himself, nodding his head and answering with a bark.
“such a beautiful boy. my handsome pup…” you praise, stroking the side of his head. eren leans into your touch, basking in your affection.
“but i still can’t help feeling a little hurt, renny,” you sigh.
he pouts at this, guilt twinkling in his puppy dog eyes.
“how about this: i’ll let you eat me out as your apology and if you’re a good boy, i’ll give you that kiss. how does that sound?”
his ears perk up, nodding eagerly. he readjusts his seat basically jumping at the opportunity to taste you, to show you what he’s learned about pleasure through the many notches in his belt. eren reaches from your hips, dipping his fingers under your miniskirt.
“ew, no!” you smack his hands away. he must have forgotten who he’s dealing with. you aren’t one of those desperate sluts that throw themselves at him. you were in control here.
“what do you think you’re doing??? you’ve been going around sticking your little thing in anyone that moves. there’s no telling what kind of yucky germs you’ve picked up,” you scold. “we’ve gotta wash that filthy mouth out first…”
and with that, you reach over to grab your glass bottle of voss water from your vanity before unscrewing the cap and taking a generous swig.
eren watches in confusion as you swish it around your mouth, heartbeat shuttering against his ribcage when you reach down and grab his face, squishing his lips open.
he can feel the heat radiating from your lips as the warm liquid hits his tongue. it’s got a hint of sweetness like candy and before he knows it, he’s swallowing it down. the taste is addictive and it has his mind spinning. he craves more. without thinking, he leans forward, brushing his lips with yours.
sparks fly in his chest before a sharp pain sears into his forehead.
“bad boy!” you reprimand, flicking him in the forehead, “don’t be greedy. you’ll get your reward soon enough. besides, i’ve got another treat waiting for you right here…”
you slowly uncross your legs before him, exposing yourself to his hungry eyes.
“remember these?” you ask with a sinful grin.
eren is practically drooling seeing the way your pink panties cup your fat cunt so beautifully, accented with a cute little bow at the hem just like the ones you showed him in high school.
he tries to touch you, to remove the fabric barring him from heaven, but you smack his hands away again. there’s desperation in his eyes now.
“dumb puppy, you’ve gotta smell your food first.”
something primal snaps in eren and next thing you know, his face is buried under your skirt. there’s a wicked air to your giggle and a faint gasp on the tail end of it at the chill of eren inhaling your scent, then a steamy warmth as he exhales, moaning at your heady scent. he grips your thighs, using them as leverage to push himself deeper. you moan feeling his nose prod at your clit and his lips grazing the seam of your folds.
eren could just about die right now, hearing those heavenly sounds fall from your lips. he wants more.
he needs it.
before he knows it, his tongue is lolling out of his mouth, desperately lapping at your clothed cunt, and as soon as your taste hits his tongue, it’s gone.
“down boy!” your nails rake into his scalp and you yank him away by his hair. he yelps.
“did i say you could taste me?” there’s a mix of fear and guilt in his eyes that gets stronger and strong the more your angry gaze sears into him. you release his hair from your grasp and eren cowers below you.
you roll your eyes, “tsk, greedy little mutt…”
“here i was being nice enough to let you eat me out and now i have to punish you,” you huff while you slip your underwear off your legs and chunky pink platform heels. you ball them up and stuff them into eren’s mouth.
“there. every bad dog needs a muzzle.”
you grab his head and rest it on your thigh. eren looks like he’s about to cry watching you lift your skirt up and spread your lips for him, the inside so pretty and pink.
“this is what you wanted, right? you wanted to taste my pussy?” you teased, playing with your hole in a tacky, sticky mess.
eren whimpers, eyes focusing on your lewd display.
“well, now you're gonna have to wait. bad puppies need to learn to be patient.”
you slowly dip one finger into cunt, shallow fucking yourself until you’re ready to accept another. two fingers stretch your hole and you’re moaning as you clench down on your fingers and begin working yourself at a steady rhythm.
eren doesn’t know if he’s in heaven or hell right now. he has a front-row view of your cunt swallowing your fingers, becoming shinier and shinier on each drag out. and your sweet moans are music to his fucking ears. he’d give anything to be the cause of those sweet sounds. he mentally kicks himself for being so rash as notices his tongue tinges with the memory of your taste.
you don’t hide your laugh as you watch eren’s pitiful expression below you. his eyes are dangerously low. he’s so pussydrunk and he’s barely even tasted you yet, just sprung off your sweet scent. you bet he doesn’t even realize that he has completely soaked through your panties in his mouth, drooling all over your thigh like a dumb. little. mutt.
you’re so high off the power, you could just cum. you throw your head back with a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a cackle as your fingers graze that special spot, and now that you’ve found it, you start fucking yourself faster to chase your high. your legs are beginning to tremble against eren’s face and with a few more thrusts you’re grabbing onto his head and arching off of the chair as your orgasm hits you with full force.
eren watches you in awe as you come down, the subtle rising and falling of your breasts in your top and the iron grip you still have on his hair.
eventually it loosens and you come to, glowing in a thin sheen of sweat like an angel.
“are you ready to behave like a good pup?” you ask, wiping your juices on his face, and removing your panties from his mouth.
he barks and barks and barks, nuzzling his head against your thigh.
how could you say ‘no’ to that?
“go ahead, boy, take your treat” you command.
without hesitation, eren dives back between your legs, moaning as your potent taste hits his tongue. it’s better than he could’ve ever imagined. his hands grip your thighs as he opens you up to him, fucking his tongue into you and slurping up the remnants of your cum. you feel his spit trickle down your cunt and pool under your ass as he slobbers all over you.
a loud cry escapes you, feeling him stimulate your hypersensitive cunt. your hands snap back to his hair, clutching it like a life line and pulling a groan from him.
so this is eren yeager, the heartbreaker? with a mouth like this you see why everyone cant get over him. you’ve created the perfect little monster and now it’s time to reign him in.
he departs from your hole to wrap his lips around your puffy clit, swollen from neglect. he laps at it wildly, tongue flicking and swirling at it with reckless abandon so desperate to coax more of those delicious sounds from you.
you begin bucking your hips into his face, smearing your drenched pussy all over his lips. you feel an oncoming tingle pulsing in your core and quickly spreading over your skin like wildfire. you know it wont be long until it engulfs you in flames.
eren grabs at the fat of your ass and angles your hips upward to expose even more of you to him. he sucks your clit into to his mouth hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs, drawing tight circles over the sensitive pearl with the tip of his tongue. your legs snap shut around eren’s head, but he continues his assault, sucking and licking until your thighs shake around his head and you're cumming all over his chin.
he helps you ride out your orgasm until you’re pushing him away in overstimulation, and only then do his lips leave your cunt and he’s peppering wet kisses along your thighs.
when your eyes refocus, you’re met with his smiling face, chin slick with spit and cum looking up at you in anticipation.
“good boy, eren,” you sigh, ruffling his hair. your body feels heavy and tired. your gaze falls down to the fat dick print in his briefs extending down to his upper thigh and notice the dark stain oozing from the tip.
he surely lives up to his moniker.
“look at you. you’ve made such a mess,” you chuckle, pressing your foot against his bulge and eren moans, clutching onto your leg.
“you wanna cum too, don’t you?” you tease, propping up your head with your arm on your vanity desk.
eren whimpers as he nods, jutting out his bottom lip.
“be a good boy and finish yourself off for me, yeah?” you trace your foot along his length to emphasize your command.
eren gives a few experimental rolls of his hips along the sole of your heel, gradually speeding up when pleasure begins to tickle up his spine.
you watch in silent amusement as he humps your foot like a stupid mutt, his face eyes screwed shut in pleasure and desperate whines and moans falling from his lips. it isn’t long before his tongue is lolling out, hips bucking erratically and finishing with a loud cry of your name.
it’s when he spine straightens, that blissful moment of stillness before the crash, that you grab him by his hair, swallowing the end of your name in a kiss.
you move your lips against his own slowly and sweetly, pulling breath after breath from eren. his hands move to the tops of you thighs to lean into your embrace. you slide your tongue over his puffy lips, before sinking his mouth, tasting the remnants of yourself on his tongue.
when you pull away and he whimpers at the loss of your lips, before he’s hit with surprise to find your gum is now in his mouth.
“you’re my pet now, got it? and good pets don’t stray,” your voice is low and sultry, with a subtle edge, “i don’t want you looking at those other girls anymore or i’ll be really upset and i’ll have to punish you.”
“yes ma’am” he finally speaks, eyes heavy and glassy as he comes down from his mind breaking high.
you smile and press a quick kiss to his forehead.
“now, i just need a picture of my sweet boy so i can show everyone who you belong to,” you say to yourself as you reach over to grab your phone.
eren cocks his head to the side, confused.
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that night you’re laid in bed amongst your pink plushies and pillows all prepped and ready for bed. grabbing your sparkling water off your nightstand, you wrap your moisturized lips around your straw with a devious grin as you watch the instagram comments roll in.
eren yeager, mr. big dick and brooding, the heartless heartbreaker is sat on the floor, shirtless in his dog ears. his eyes are low and slutty as he looks into the camera. there’s a pink kiss mark on his cheeks that are squished between your fingers and a big pink bubble on the end of his lips.
your captions reads:
“so sorry to disappoint, but heartbreaker eren yeager is a stray no more. he’s my pet now and i’ll be keeping him on a tight leash ♡”