fixer-upper [Eren x Reader]

[I] a poor excuse for a boy

WARNING: 18+ content, male masturbation, underage alcohol use,  misogynistic themes/use of misogynistic language

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There was something addicting about the way it eased him. His laptop screen flashing through the dimly lit room while his hand remained shoved down his sweatpants, gripping himself with the exact way he always did. And fuck- he was already hard again. The woman's moans were obviously fake, but still enough to get his blood rushing.

It was disgustingly mesmerizing. He could scroll through the site for hours and never get bored. Even with the tissue papers piled up in his garbage can and his arm sore from all it's hard work, he never felt guilty in the moment. Not when it felt this fucking good to squeeze his dick in his hands, imagining the way he would bury himself into the pretty girl in the video.

And then the feeling would build up. He would watch and watch, eyes so fixated on the screen while his groans would become louder and louder. He couldn't contain the noises he made when his dick was so sensitive like this, begging to be touched. But then, after he's shot his load into another tissue paper, he sits back and contemplates it all, wondering if he really had allowed himself to become like this.

He took a moment to catch his breath, letting him curse under his breath at his own self-disgust before throwing the tissue at the bin across his room and shoving his dick back in his pants. Then, it all hit him. Where he was. What he was doing. How pathetic he really was.

He looked around at his dorm room, eyes scanning over the piles of garbage and dirty laundry that littered the floor, not to mention the dark room only lit by the glow of his blue LED lights. It was nothing short of depressing. And, he was lonely. So lonely- if you'd consider the fact that it was the third time that day that he'd worked himself with his own hand.

He hated himself for it. It was so stupid, wasn't it? He was just some nobody college boy that couldn't even find the motivation to leave his room, let alone clean it or even shower. All he did most days was game, jerk off and sleep. But what was the point in doing anything else anyways? Life was pointless.

It was then that he heard his door open, and it took Eren a few seconds to process the small blonde boy emerging from the doorway. And he oh-so-gracefully lets out a yelp of terror, before slamming his laptop shut. Very not suspicious.

"What the fuck, Armin!" Eren growled, his voice slightly cracking as he avoided any eye contact with his best friend and roommate in-front of him, "haven't I told you to fucking knock?"

Armin stared stiffly at the scene before him, somewhat disappointed, but not surprised. It was almost pitiful. Though he loved his best friend very much, there was no denying that the brunette was the epitome of a walking train-wreck. A loser with anger-issues who can't talk to girls, and locks himself in his dorm room just to jerk off to porn between his breaks of Call of Duty and League of Legends.

The blonde looked him up and down, before formulating his reply. He was a guy too, after all. He wasn't oblivious to the scene in front of him.

"Sorry," he said insincerely, "I had been knocking for a while but I guess you couldn't hear over... you know..."

He gestured towards the laptop and Eren felt a wave of blush rush to his cheeks, making him even more pissed off than before.

"Shut up," Eren snapped, before swivelling his desk chair around to face his friend, "what do you want?"

Armin narrowed his eyes. Though any normal person would probably not let someone speak to them in such a rude manner, Armin was no stranger to Eren. He knew him like the back of his hand. Eren was selfish, and deeply flawed. But, that was just something people had to accept about him, before seeing past his exterior to reveal true Eren. And though the true Eren wasn't perfect either, he was still a person with good intentions.