It was his birthday and the entire squad came to celebrate. Well, more than just them. Eren's best friends were there too, like Armin and Mikasa and the rest of his graduating class mates from two years ago. But Petra didn't care so much about them. She was more focused on watching him swallow down his first few shots, the alcohol already starting to effect him.

She was feeling warm as well from her own drinks, but that didn't matter. She took another sip of her mudslide, made specifically to appeal to her sweeter taste buds from Gunther, who acted as the party's bartender. He was doing a surprisingly good job at it, since Eren hadn't let go of his margarita since he ordered it.

The rest of the party fell away as she watched Eren push his long hair away from his face, his mouth wide with a smile as he clicked glasses with people he never would've done this with if he were sober. He was even laughing at that one horse faced guy's jokes.

Petra decided she had had enough watching. She drank the last of her mudslide before getting up from her chair. Her eyes never left Eren's stumbling form as she sauntered toward him. None of the others who gazed at her mattered. She knew she looked sexy, that was her full intention with her tight pants, loose tank top under a leather jacket that she may or may not have gotten from Levi, but that didn't matter. All she cared about was Eren's tall, sexy, drunk-

Petra yelped as she fell stumbled over her own two feet and nearly feel face first into the dirty floor. Her heart raced painfully as she struggled to line up the events that followed but all she knew was that between a few blurred images, she ended up in Eren's arms. She stared up at him, her cheeks hot and probably bright red. She stared at him for a long moment before laughing too loud and quickly began standing up, just to fall back into his arms again.

"Woah there." He said, too late of a reaction to make sense with what just happened. "You okay there, Petra?"

Her heart was beating unrealistically hard but she managed to nod. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." He helped her stand up fully but the other stares she got only made her legs feel weak all over again. This was so embarrassing! Petra tried to wave it off as she hid her face in her jacket collar, wishing she could just disappear already. This was such a bad idea! Such a bad-

"Hey." Eren interrupted her with a gentle touch on her shoulder. "I must've spilled some of my drink on your jacket. Let's clean it before it becomes a stain." He gave a quick wave to his friends as he gently moved the two of them away from the crowds. They slipped into a side bathroom that was unoccupied and closed the door behind them. Petra just stood there as he grabbed a handful of paper towels and started patting at her jacket.

Finally, things caught up to her and she giggled stupidly. "Oh, you don't need to worry about it, Eren. It's just a spill." She waved it off but he ignored her in favor of grabbing another paper towel, dampening it with his tongue, and then proceeded to wipe at her shirt underneath her jacket. Oh, has he spilled some there too?

As Eren worked, Petra couldn't help but admire how good he looked. Even under the harsh lights of the bathroom, his hair still looked so soft and fluffy. The strands moved with every motion, waving and swaying as he rocked slightly on the balls of his feet as he crouched down to her height. He really had gotten tall as well. He was crouching pretty low just to get to her chest. Would he have to crouch that low in order to kiss her? The image made her gasp.

Eren's eyes shot up to her and his hands stopped. Petra stared back in shock, not sure what to do or say. She felt exposed like this, as if he had just barely read her mind and was judging her for it. But when she met his eyes, she saw no judgement whatsoever. Instead, she just saw concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked in a hesitant tone, as if she would say yes.

"No! No, you're fine." Petra giggled to herself. "I was just...thinking." She looked away with a blush, feeling self-conscious again. But then those intruding thoughts returned as well and she couldn't help but shuffle in hopes that her nerves would go away.

He stood up and she gasped again, her eyes immediately going all the way up to his face. Oh, he was so devilishly handsome. And when he was standing above her, a hand reaching out to brace itself against the wall behind her...

"Petra." He spoke in an almost growl. It was so deep and the sound alone made her throb in delight. She wanted to hear more of those sounds. Yes, please! "What exactly were you thinking about?"

She could hardly react in time and once she did, he was already shifting away from her. "Um! I was thinking about...nothing." What a time to feel embarrassed. It was obvious that he was trying to get at something and he didn't exactly hate what was happening between them but she couldn't muster up the courage to reciprocate the confidence. How did he do this as if it were his nature? "I just think...you look...nice?" She mentally smacked herself in the face. Nice?! Really?!

Despite her poor excuse of a compliment, Eren chuckled lowly as he slid back toward her, his hand landing on her shoulder this time. "Well, since I look so nice, why don't I show you how much nice I look without all of this on, hm?"

Oh. Oh! This was an invitation. He was inviting her to be alone with her and in an imitate way. He wanted her, just like she wanted him. She hesitated for only a moment before she was nodding her head eagerly. "Yes. Yes, let's go." She was too drunk to think of any cons to this plan, so she took his arm and let him lead the two of them away.

Once the door was open, the loud music and sounds of people partying washed over her like a physical force, but she pushed through. It hurt her head to listen to something so loud. How had she been so calmly sitting in that room before? Honestly, if she wasn't currently getting whisked away with Eren into a side room that was sure to promise a very pleasurable night, she would've just left. A second mudslide wasn't worth this noise.

"This way." His voice was nearly completely washed away with the music, but she could make it out just barely. She nodded in answer, knowing she didn't have it in her to shout and just followed. He lead her down a hall and then opened a bedroom door. He closed it behind him and locked it with a soft click. It made her nervous again, but she wanted this so badly.

She didn't hesitate to kiss him, which was quite a surprise, honestly. Her lips played against his in a romantic, passionate dance and she couldn't help but moan at the way he played back, quickly dominating her in every sense. Her fingers laced into his hair -it really was soft- as his own slid along her sides, up her neck, and then back down to the edge of her pants. They stepped in unison until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed and she fell backward.

Much to her dismay, he didn't join her as quickly as she'd have liked. Instead, he stood above her and admired the view. "You look perfect like this, Petra." He growled out, then crawled over her. "I could eat you alive."

"Do it." She dared, kissing him again, sloppier this time. He tasted like his margarita and although she had never really enjoyed them, it was absolutely divine on Eren's lips. "Claim me."

His hands traveled down to her belt again and tugged it loose. He then slid her shirt out from where it was tucked and with a wide smirk, snaked his fingers underneath. "Just know that if you can't walk in the morning, you asked for it."

She throbbed at the threat but was defenseless to do anything but moan into their next heated kiss. He dominated her again as his fingers took hold of the bottom of her bra and slipped underneath. She arched into his touch as he brushed rough fingers all cross her skin and over her nipples. They pressed against each bud and all she could do was arch and silently beg for more as his tongue slid against her own.

This was heaven. That she was sure about. The feeling of jolting pleasure raking across her skin in the form of blunt fingernails made everything feel like it was on fire. He was setting her on fire and she loved it so much. Petra broke away from Eren's lips just long enough to slide her shirt off, sending her bra along with it. Her sudden bold movements didn't even make Eren pause as he continued to rub at her skin.

"Look at you," He growled it out protectively. "You're all mine to claim now."

"Please!" Petra begged, feeling like they were starting to slow down again. More words meant less kissing and less touching. She wanted him to touch her everywhere he could, especially where it felt good.

A finger landed against her lips but his other slithered it's way toward her pants, fiddling with the clasp. "Shhh," He kissed the corner of her mouth but backed away when she tried to catch another kiss. "Just a moment, okay?"

It was all she could do to nod, whimpers already escaping her now. She was so desperate. Petra never knew she would hate getting teased this much, but holy shit did she hate it. But, being the good girl she was, she stayed as quiet as she could and let him slip her pants away, exposing more and more of her to the hot air surrounding the entire room.

Finally, fucking finally, he knelt down and pressed his lips against her core. There was still a thin layer of fabric between them, but she could still feel how his lips moved through it, making her shiver and shake. His wet tongue pressed against her firmly and she gasped out a moan, her fingers going straight into his hair and tugging lightly. She didn't want to get too rough but there was no way she'd be able to control herself anymore.

"Fuck..." Eren gasped as he came back up, licking at his lips. "You're soaked..." Demonstrating this, he slipped a finger under the edge of her panties and just barely pulled it away. She could almost feel the clear strings that connected them together and the imagine in her mind was enough to make her feel self-conscious. What did she look like? Did he enjoy it? Oh, she hoped he did.

Looking down, she was met with hungry, lust clouded eyes. It made her freeze in her spot, like prey before their predictor. It was both terrifying and undoubtedly erotic.

Eren sat up again, his face pulling away from her foot by agonizing foot, but she wasn't disappointed for too long. He pulled away her panties again, this time, sliding them all the way down to her knees. That seemed to be as far as he needed them to go, because he knelt between her legs and pressed three fingers along her folds, gathering a generous amount of her slick in them. She panted but never looked away as he then spread that all over himself, using it to pump it a few times. When had he pulled his pants off?

"Sit still for me, Baby..." He grunted it like a second thought as he focused on what was in front of him. He leaned forward and reached into the nightstand for something, coming back to where he just was with a little wrapped condom. He opened it easily between his fingers, easily slipping it over his cock with a practiced hand. It only made her slightly jealous but mostly surprised. He was only a freshman and he already knew how to put on a condom without looking?

Then, he pressed his fingers to her again, lubricating himself the same way he had before. It was mesmerizing and slightly strange to her. No one had ever done this before, but she really liked it. It would probably make this process easier, since he decided against fingering her this time around. Oh, she was already talking as if they'd be doing this more often. Her lustful mind very much hoped they would be.

"Alright," Eren stationed himself in front of her, his hands now pulling her hips onto his lap. She could feel him rub against her and the friction was delightful. "I'm gonna fuck you real good,"

Without another word, he guided himself between her folds, slipping the head in with little resistance. She was so wet that her cunt was practically pulling him in, begging for more. Her mouth seemed to be thinking the same thing, because all she could get out was, "Please! Give me more! Fill me!"

"Shit..." He sighed and made little thrusts to push further in. Every movement felt overwhelming and Petra loved how it felt against her walls. They were stretching out for him, like he was made to be there. Hell, if he fucked her like this, so evenly and perfectly, than she'd made sure that every part of he was made just for him.

Once he had bottomed out, they stayed still for only a moment before he started moving again. She wasn't quite ready and the sudden jolt made her gasp, the feeling almost painful. But as he started taking slower, long thrusts, she grew used to it quickly and leaned into the mattress as she just felt him inside of her. Shit, was this good. It was so good.

It felt especially good when he leaned forward to get the perfect angle, hitting her in the deepest parts. It made her thrash slightly, wanting to press back into him but not quite able to follow his pace. If anything, it just made things more awkwardly paced and he eventually gripped her hips in a harsh hold, keeping her steady as he picked up the pace.

"Oh! Oh fuck..." She wasn't sure what she was saying anymore. Things were starting to just spill out between breathy moans and she clung to Eren's shoulders like his life depended on it. His long hair fell around him, swaying with each hard thrust. He was like some kind of damn sex god and all she wanted was him. Her eyes rolled as he reangled again and hit her perfectly where she wanted. She could feel that heat build up, pressing closer and closer to the outside until she was already preparing to release.

She didn't care what noises she released as she gave out, letting her orgasm take her completely. She thought she heard a harsh curse above her, then the pace increased and all she could do was feel so overwhelmingly good. Just as it was starting to get painful and her head was starting to clear, he pulled away. He didn't collapse onto her, which was a bit of a surprise, but she took her time to rest as he threw something away. Then, the mattress sunk beside her and strong arms were pulling her in. She didn't resist.

"Damn..." Was all Eren said and Petra found herself laughing tiredly. "Maybe we should stay here for a bit so I can do that again."

Honestly, she had no objections to that. Just as long as they had another condom.

I'm so sorry this one took me so long! I've been trying to figure out what I wanted from it and decided on a modern AU. I will say that I always hate the drunk party tropes or just collage parties in general, but they aren't so bad to write about, I guess. And don't feel too surprised if my writing in college parties and similar things isn't very good because my experience is very, very limited.