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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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THEY DON’T KNOW | e. jaeger

synopsis: your life and relationship in the spotlight seemed nothing short of perfect..that was until everyone else convinced you otherwise.

content + themes: slight angst, engagement/proposal, musician eren x influencer reader ofc, fluff, drama, mentions of infidelity, kissing, brief mentions of suggestive things, nothing heavy, just a sweet story for my favorite ship

word count: 3.2K

📝: this is for my sweet @honeybleed ‘s 90-00’s R&B collab event! (I’m a little late to the party, I’m so sorry about that! 😭) Congratulations to you again on 600, my love. You deserve every bit and so much more!

SONG 🎧: They Don’t Know • Jon B.

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noise…it all seemed so much louder than usual nowadays. Everything sounded so much more amplified now matter how hard you fought to drown it out. The music thudding from the speakers on stages that you danced on, the rain droplets splattering against your window pane and lately…the opinions of every envious naysayer and supposed friend alike.

Telling you that your relationship was a moot point. A mere sham and that in due time, it’d come crumbling to its core. Regardless how strong the foundation was between the two of you, outside forces could still cause it to shatter at any moment. But that was only if you allowed it. You couldn’t escape it either…every other scroll and headline on every media outlet was a photo of you two..some flashy shot of you two kissing and holding hands. Appearing happily in love, only to be followed by droves of comments full of negative and downright nasty things about you guys. Saying that it would never work and you were only a temporary thing who ‘just so happened to make it further than the rest..’ it certainly wasn’t a vote of confidence considering you were about to spend the rest of your life together. For the better part of three years, you had come to know and love the renowned artist, EJ the Don. A man who’s music transcended all of time and pushed boundaries..a generational talent with exceptional skill. At least those were the words used to describe him by a plethora of magazines over the years. On the contrary, others would acclaim that he was a bit of a playboy. That he hurt people at will with no regard for their feelings..sabotaging relationships purposefully so that he was no longer bound to them. He didn’t care about anyone other than himself.

However, you knew otherwise. EJ, as far as you were concerned, was an entirely different entity of itself. You had fallen for Eren..the man who’d leave the studio at night tired and exhausted but still managed to have fresh flowers and your favorite treats in hand. The man who’d curl up with you on rainy days and binge movies. The Eren you loved would comfort you relentlessly until you were far batter. Making you laugh and cheer up with the dumbest jokes..that’s the kind of person he was. So it came without question, when one night on the rooftop of a hotel in Greece; surrounded by fluorescent blue lights, a lavish table filled with wine and rose petals next to the serene pool waters where he asked you to be his wife, you’d immediately accept. Saying yes faster than he could get the proposal out. You were elated to not only spend the rest of your life with him but share the exciting news with the world and those you loved. To your surprise though, you weren’t met with the warm reception that you had pictured in your head.

once the announcement came, the rumors followed and there was no escaping them. Even so called friends were hesitant. Telling you that he used to go with this model and date this girl so it was best to watch out. Some even suggested calling the whole thing off to spare you from future heartache...and you’d be lying if you said that they hadn’t worn you down. That you hadn’t wondered if there was a bit of truth to them. But if there was anything he was dedicated to doing, it was setting your mind at ease and proving all of them wrong.

“…room for one more?”

the voice ringing from earshot and sending flutters throughout the pit of your belly. You’d flip over onto your side with a faint beam as your fiancé made his way over to you. “For you? Anytime..” Kneeling into the mattress as he brushes a hand along your bare shoulder blade, leaning forward to place a kiss on your temple. It seemed that the effects of the dreary, rainy day had taken its toll on him as well. Sporting a pair of sweats and a tank top, indicating that he was finished with his work for the day and ready to relax with the one person who brought him serenity. Ironically, there was something rather tranquil about weather like this..whereas most people saw it as something negative; a literal damper in their plans, some took it as an opportunity to purify themselves. Not so much in a literal regard but it was perfect to just lie here and let all of those feelings that normally wouldn’t make their way to the forefront be known. Coiling one of those toned, tattooed arms around (y/n)’s covered torso, Eren began to mumble into your skin..simultaneously leaving gentle pecks along your arm. “This rain kinda sucks, doesn’t it? It’s so depressing..” “..yeah..it is.” The dryness in your response caused an immediate alarm for your fiancé. That was the thing with Eren..even when it seemed as if he were completely nonchalant and not paying you much attention, he focused on the smallest details and kept note.

there were things about you that he had noticed early on in your relationship and still to this day, could remember them better than you could. “I see it’s already working on someone…” making an attempt at a light hearted joke and even smirking afterwards, hoping that his humor would bring at least a faint smile to your face. He hated seeing you like this..hated knowing that something was obviously bothering you and you wouldn’t tell him the cause. In fact, he picked up on it three days ago when he saw you sitting outside near the pool, glaring off into space at what seemed to be nothing. In the same regard, he wasn’t the type to pry..he knew how irksome he felt when someone pestered him so he figured it best to wait for an opportune moment to confront you. Now seemed like as good of a time as any. He never did well with communicating his feelings either so he used jokes and humor as a means to break the proverbial ice. But luckily, he wouldn’t need some awkward segway because you’d ask him something that would make his stomach turn.

“..do you think we did the right thing?”

admittedly and rightfully so, he was a little confused. What ‘right thing’ were you referring to exactly?

“As in what?”

“Getting engaged..moving in together. Are we really meant to be here?” The words seemed to be spilling from between your lips as if they had been sitting there for quite some time. It was a little insulting nonetheless. As if you had waited for this exact moment. But he’d be lying if he said that they hadn’t stung a bit. He figured the two of you were equally yoked and on the same page. Happy to be marrying your forever person. At least that’s what he felt..were you having doubts? Did you not love him as much as he loved you? What had he done wrong? Swallowing the hard lump that had instantly formed in his throat, Eren proceeded to ask questions, seeing if he could maybe get through to you to figure out what was wrong.

“Is there something that would make you think different? I mean, personally..I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life. Honestly, it still doesn’t feel real..”

for a moment, he began to reminisce on the moments leading up to the night he popped the question. Searching relentlessly for the perfect ring..enlisting the help of his best friends and even your girls to ensure that it was one that you’d love. He took extra special care to make the night unforgettable. Eren had even flown to go see his mom to ask for the gift she had given him years ago that he now wanted to give to you..if that wasn’t enough, he’d even taken you to your granny’s grave and asked for her blessing of sorts. He was a wreck, even crying because he was so happy and wanted her to know that he’d take care of you from now on..for the first time in his young twenty seven years, he was truly grateful and he wanted nothing more than to be the ideal man for you. A husband that you’d be proud of..one that you bragged to your friends about over lunch, one that you’d dip out on plans early to get back to. That was the type of relationship he had envisioned; one where nothing else mattered when you two were together. Now it seemed that you were having reservations..

“I’m so scared…” Just then, the sounds of your words were muddled by whimpers. He had no idea that you were this conflicted by the matter..and if so, why not say something?! Flipping you over, he’d be met with your beautiful brown eyes that always seemed to burst with love and excitement were welling with tears that were only moments from spilling. Brushing your cheek, Eren gazed upon you with a worried expression over taking his face. How could he have been so dumb?..here you were hurting and he hadn’t even clocked it. “Why, baby? I don’t understand..of what?” Truth was, you were afraid of marriage in general but even more so, if not being what you envisioned. You were afraid of things not being picturesque and perfect. That you’d wake up one day and end up just like the rest of the girls he’d supposedly dumped. Discarded to the wayside after he grew tired of them. You didn’t want everyone to be right about the two of you! Another passed around Instagram model with nothing of substance to offer, a philandering rapper with commitment issues..the headlines were certain to be brutal. But above all else..you only wanted to do this once. You only ever wanted to walk down that aisle one time in your life. You loved this man more than anything in this world so the last thing you wanted was to take his hand in marriage only to be sliding that ring off a few years down the road. It was a sacred thing and you never wanted to lose sight of that.

“Of this..of us not working out. I mean, I love you so much and there’s nothing I want more than to be your wife but everywhere I turn, it seems like somebody wants the opposite. As if we’re not meant to be. I thought everyone would’ve been as happy as we are. But it’s always something..”

granted, he was no stranger to the gossip either. Between his fangirls and the blogs, they wouldn’t give you a break. They were furious that someone had snatched up their precious EJ and it was some girl who seemingly came out of nowhere. According to them, you weren’t his type, you couldn’t possibly love him the way he deserved and there were at least ten other women who were more fit to take your position. It was insane. Although he was never much for social media and its sick antics, he’d done his fair share of defense for you. Which spoke volumes. After a while, he rid himself of all accounts and focused solely on you. Despite it being how you made your living, he wished you’d do the same. He couldn’t imagine petty accusations with zero basis being the reason that he lost you. It would crush him, truly. Even so, he’d done as he always had at times like these and pulled you close to his chest, swaddled you in those muscular arms and peppered your forehead with gentle kisses.

“Do you remember the first night we met? At the club?” It seemed like such an odd time to be going down memory lane but that’s how Eren was..he could tolerate a lot of things but seeing you cry was not one of them. So he wanted to try a different approach.

“I couldn’t forget. I had such a good time..”

“So did I..hell, I was so nervous around you, I almost messed up my whole performance that night.” The two of you break into a small fit of laughter as you look back on the antics of your earlier days together. The wild nights, the hookups, the tension leading up to you making things official..it was all a journey. You’d find yourself giggling as he held you close to him. You seemed far more comfortable and vulnerable now; able to express your feelings more freely. Which was a great thing for him.

“Please..I couldn’t even concentrate. You kept teasing me and shit. I don’t know how I made it through that without embarrassing myself.” But alas, he’d think it was cute. Watching you stumble over your words, seeing you squeeze your thighs together when he switched up those steamier lyrics to fit you and when he ran a finger underneath your chin, you nearly collapsed! Being on stage with your celebrity crush was not for the weak..

“Yeah, but you did and do you remember what everyone was saying after that? All the bullshit they said about us?” It was something you’d never forget, truthfully. For days after, the infamous photo of you guys hugged up on a lounge couch in the VIP section circulated the web for an entire week. There were countless headlines, alleging that you two were an item, that you were hooking up..the game of telephone had become so terrible that three days later, stan accounts and grown adults alike had concocted stories of you two having sex backstage and him doing inappropriate things right there in front of everyone. Even so called ‘witnesses’ backed up the claims. Naturally, all of it was false but it still didn’t stop people from running with whatever narrative they saw fit. Despite the fact that prior to that appearance, you’d never ever laid eyes on this man, less known did all of the things they accused you of. You were complete strangers..again, it stopped no one’s rumor mill from running!

“Yeah..I do. All of it just sounded like people had too much time on their hands.”

but his point wasn’t quite driven home yet..still clutching you, he’d chuckle once more and just nod. “Mhm..and what about when we first started dating? Remember the dumb shit they said then?” Once again, you’d answer his question, giggling when you recalled how stupid it all was. From the accusations of him being nothing more than a pay pig for some lavish lifestyle they claimed you were flexing online. Or that he wasn’t really faithful because he did a show with a former ‘partner’, who was nothing more than a PR stunt to begin with. Nevermind the fact that she was a lesbian! “Like when they said you were cheating on me with your ex? Trust me, I couldn’t escape that one even if I wanted to.” “Which was crazy because she was way more interested in you than me. Even asked me for your number..” seeing his expression furrow into a silly pout and you couldn’t hold it together another second. You’d burst into laughter at the thought. “I’m serious! She got mad because I didn’t bring you with me..must think I’m stupid or sum’. Little Miss Hoes always pulled more girls than I ever could.” The mental image of a one hundred thirty pound, five foot four blonde stealing his potential prospects had you rolling around and in much better spirits. “You’re a mess, you know that?” Which was his one and only goal.

“Well I’m glad somebody found my lack of game funny.” But truthfully, the only woman he wanted was right here. Which was the entire point of this little roundabout trip down memory lane..it didn’t matter what happened back then or what people claimed to know about him..he only cared about what was to come. The life, the future that he was building with you trumped over anything that they could say. They didn’t know how drastically he had changed for you. How he was hopelessly in love..how much softer and compassionate he had become so he was a better man for you. Even when you weren’t around, his beloved (y/n) was the topic of conversation..oftentimes, his boys would make fun of him for how much of a ‘simp’ he had grown to be. How his voice changed in pitch when you were on the phone, his eyes radiating whilst talking to you..it was the cutest thing! So if there was one thing he knew for certain, it was that he was all in. He had no regrets or doubts about asking you to marry him. He was ready. Anybody from his past was a mere afterthought and he wasn’t missing out. All he could do was pray that you felt the same. Turning your head towards him, EJ looked you directly in the eyes and began to speak.

“Listen, princess..I know it isn’t easy. Being with someone like me. I’m not perfect..not by a long shot. Truth is, I was really selfish back in the day. I wasn’t thinking about anybody but myself. Hell, until you came along, I still didn’t. I had always told myself I’d never let anyone get close to me just so I didn’t have to worry about another person. Marriage, dating..seemed like a foreign concept to me..” this was the first time in his life where he was able to be vulnerable..where he could lay all of his emotions bare. Intertwining your fingers together, Eren pulled them close and placed gentle kisses across your knuckles. A comforting tactic for the both of you.

“But right now...there’s nothing else I want more than to be your husband. To keep making more of these memories..(Y/N), I couldn’t imagine doing this without you. I can’t take back what I’ve done or who I was. And I’m so sorry that you’ve had to be on the receiving end of it. But I don’t care about what happened back then or what they say about us. I love you..I love you so damn much. Please believe me when I say that.” By this point, faint traces of tears began to stream once more. You were no longer sad, hurt or worried but rather..relieved. Relieved that his heart was equally devoted to this as yours. You’d do whatever it took to make this work. Outside interferences and opinions aside..

“And I love you more, Eren. I promise, I won’t let anything or anyone come between us.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

No relationship was ideal and obviously, just like rainy days, bad ones were guaranteed as well but you could always weather the storm as long as you were together..

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stoned-eren · 6 months

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cabin boy eren <3

the solitude of living in a cabin significantly improved eren’s life. he became calmer, much more level headed. of course, he still had moments. bursts of rage and pure passion upon thinking about the circumstances you two were in, the cruelty of the world. but moments like these became farther and fewer in between. he could smile more, love more, live more.

the two of you have to work together in order to get resources like food and water, so you’re in each other’s presence very often. and eren wouldn’t want it any other way. he’s so delighted to spend his days with you.

eren had to cut his hair. although he prefers the way he looks with longer hair, it kept getting in the way(and he kept losing his hair ties), so he figured cutting it would be best. he cut it himself, needing your help halfway through. it came out slightly uneven.

eren always insists on doing the more labor-intensive tasks, so you don’t have to lift a finger. if it means you can relax more, eren is willing to put in extra effort. unless you want to, eren takes it upon himself to carry heavy logs and jugs of water back to the cabin.

he enjoys gathering firewood. once a week he gathers it, and always comes back with just the right amount of firewood. but it takes him a while to do it every time, since he insists on checking the wood for the right “moisture” of bark.

brings back cool things he finds whenever he goes out. whether that’s a colorful rock, or some pretty flowers, he always stuffs something in his pocket to bring back to you. it’s rather endearing that he’s thinking of you even while he’s gone, but you have to remind him not to touch any flowers or plants, since they might be poisonous. not that he listens though

there’s a serene garden in your backyard, full of different kinds of fruits and vegetables. though you tend to the garden more, eren will occasionally do the parts of gardening that you don’t enjoy as much, like pulling out weeds or warding off bugs.

collects little worms and caterpillars while he’s doing his part of gardening. whenever you come up to eren, asking him how he’s doing, he’s got a little circle of bugs next to him, an ecstatic grin on his face as he shows you a massive worm he dug up. and of course, he has different names for each of the bugs.

loves to cook for you. although eren isn’t the greatest cook, he tries his best. typically, he spends extra time in the kitchen, sometimes extra hours, just second guessing himself. he’s slightly panicking as he throws together spices, questioning if everything, at the very least, is acceptable. there’s a sense of pride that flushes through him whenever you enjoy his cooking. the dish he’s the most confident in is his stew, since you seem to genuinely love it.

there’s a small lake by the cabin you two live in. both of you happily spend your time there, either absentmindedly fishing or simply appreciating the way the breeze feels, the way you two can simply be in each other’s presence. cuddled naps are very common by the lake. the area is also perfect for spotting deer and other wildlife that happen to scramble by.

one of eren’s favorite ways to spend time with you is setting up a fire in the backyard area. watching the dusk slowly slip into night, while the stars begin to illuminate the darkness outside, is overwhelmingly calming for him. and having you there with him, your gentle smile and your soft touch, convinces eren that he doesn’t need anything else. just you.

#cabin eren is so sweet ehehe...#writing.exe #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #eren jeager #eren #eren yeager #eren jager #eren x reader fluff #eren x reader #eren x yn #eren x y/n #eren x you #aot fluff #eren x y/n fluff #eren x you fluff

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eden-evergreen · 1 year

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Afterglow. (II)

boyfriend!eren jaeger x reader

genre -> fluff.

synopsis -> a peek into what after sex with your boyfriend is like.

With a shallow groan he finishes on your stomach; droplets of intense warmth scattered across the plush area soon cooling down on contact. You sighed at the feeling as your irises lifted to make contact with his turquoise ones.

You watched him chuckle, possibly at the fact that you wanted him to finish on you rather than inside of you for once. His sharp features where softened by the illumination of the dimmed lights in his room which made him look even more handsome than he already was.

“I can’t believe you made me do that”, he smirked. His eyes hanging low raking in the entirety your after-sex glow.

You wrapped your palms around his thick forearms before slowly gliding them up his arms, your fingers tracing every crevasse and tone to his muscles. Your left hand stopped at his shoulder while the other continued upwards to cup his right cheek. His strong arms remained planted on either side of you gently flexing as he lowered for a kiss. It was softer than the ones before, a lot more passionate too. You couldn’t help but burrow your fingers into his hair causing him to pull away before you could pull out his bun.

He murmured a curse under his breath as he pushed himself off of the bed making a beeline straight to the toilet. You let your head relax back into his pillows staring at the ceiling in a comfortable bliss until you heard him call to you.

“You alright?”, he asked handing you some tissue.

“..Yeah, I’m fine”, you giggled. You wiped the white from your abdomen while slowly sitting up and shuffling over to make more room for Eren.

After putting on his boxers he lied down in the space you created, his arms stretching behind his head to cradle it. You got up to throw the tissue in the bin before putting on your underwear and stealing one of his t-shirts. He watches you as you do so, wearing a questioning look on his face while he was obviously trying to hide a smirk.

“Is there a problem Jaeger?”, you purposefully whispered in a low voice.

“Not at all”, he murmured. Truth is: seeing you in his shirt stirred up a whirlpool of erotic feelings in him, ones he’s too tired to act upon in this moment… maybe later though.

You crawled into bed, immediately making yourself comfortable on his side while he extended his left arm to accommodate you, wrapping it under your waist so he could pull you in closer. He released another relaxed sigh into your hairline before peppering your forehead with light kisses. The act made you smile… You always knew Eren cared for you but you never would’ve thought that it would have blossomed to what it is now. He was always better at displaying his affection physically than vocally. Still, you’re grateful that this passionate man is yours only for the keeping.

#afterglow #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader fluff #eren fluff #eren x reader drabble #eren drabble #eren jaeger x fem! reader #eren yeager x fem! reader #eren jeager headcanons #eren yeager headcanons #eren jaeger as your boyfriend #eren yeager as your boyfriend #eren jaeger afterglow #eren yeager afterglow #eren aot

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fvckingeetar · 2 months

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I’ve been feeling the drought of Eren fics, and I hope that by sharing some they might resurface and motivate more people to write more awesome fics of him

So if you’re also feeling the drought here are some recommendations ( they’re all in Wattpad btw)

These Eren fics are really good and in my opinion deserve more love, and I’ve decided not to gatekeep any more (keep in mind that like 2 of them are oc’s)

Thirteen by emefaerie on wp

Do I wanna know by ianhecoxluvsu on wp

The tree on the hill by emefaerie on wp

My green by feitanet on wp

To love a liar by butterflytint on wp

Imagine by naginii- on wp

Hot and heavy by storybyzel on wp

Above all by vaalynn on wp

And any work from @seeingivy here on tumblr

Those are my favorites 👍❤️

Also be nice 🫵 don’t have a repeat of what happened with the person who wrote the ‘7 min in heaven’ fic

If you have recommendations pls share, a girl needs her bedtime stories 😭😂

#eren jaeger fluff #eren yeager fluff #eren fluff #eren x reader #eren x reader fluff #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger x reader

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yandereshingeki · 6 months

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Eren must be such a good cuddler. And i mean he is. the BEST actually. He’s so big and I just know he radiates so much heat. Can wrap his entire body around you like a blanket and with enough extra blankets and fans the temperature is just perfect and so so cozy and nice. He’ll just keep kissing your head and resting his chin on it and its the most comfortable place on earth

#i just got out of work hi the manager let me leave early bevahse i was in tears for the first half of my shift #LMAOOO #anyways eren fluff because i am sad #ch:erenj #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader fluff #eren x reader

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jaegerluvss · 8 months

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☆☆ 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 & 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 ++ 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩... ღ

> 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 :: should i make a pt. 2 with different characters? im thinking of connie and jean, but feel free to send me an ask or write in the comments who you’d like to see next!!

— 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑 !

— 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓 !

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 © 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐯𝐬. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 !

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anime-fan-05 · 7 months

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can you do a headcanon of Eren, Armin, Levi and Jean (AOT) with a small girlfriend like 1,50 m (I think It's 5'0)?

Attack on Titan ~With a small girlfriend~

Manga/anime: Attack on Titan

Warnings: nothing

Eren Y.

He loves to pat you on the head

He also loves when you hug him and your head sinks into his chest

When you have on his clothes, he will blush a lot; once he almost risked turning into a titan: he was hurt and he thought he wanted to hold you in his arms so much that, if Levi hadn't been there, he would have become a titan

He is very, very protective

He loves so much when you grab him by the collar of his shirt to lower him to your level and kiss him

Armin A.

Since he isn't one of the tallest, he's happy that you are shorter than him: you make him more confident

He loves when you're curled up in his lap while you two read

He also loves to give you kisses on the forehead: this is the only place he can kiss you without blushing or stuttering

Like Eren, he loves when you grab him by the collar of his shirt to kiss him; every time you do it, he blushes a lot

His nicknames are like "my little one" or "my little ray of sunshine"

Levi A.

Like Armin, he isn't tall, so he's very glad about that

When you need to take something that's higher than you, he has no problem picking you up, so you can take it

He thinks you're cute

He will pick you up and place you on his desk to kiss you

When you wear his clothes, he will turn his head away and, if you pay attention, you will see his cheeks turn slightly pink

Jean K.

He loves teasing you, but not in a mean way

Like Eren, he loves when you hug him and your head sinks into his chest, especially while you cuddle yourself

He loves when you're kissing and you wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer

His nicknames are like "chibi" or "baby-girl"

He loves a lot when you ask him for help catching something up high (he often puts objects up high so that you always ask him for help)

Thank you for the request and sorry if the characters were OOC. Bye bye!

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#aot #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #snk #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x reader #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren x reader fluff #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin x reader fluff #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x reader fluff #jean kirschstein #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschstein x reader fluff

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lovelywetdreamer · 29 days

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Cabin Time with Eren

Going fishing

Eating beans

Roasting marshmallows

Getting rail behind trees

Collecting firewood

Making wishes on shooting stars

Eren waking you up with his tongue in your soft creamy cunt

Catching fireflies

Listening to Eren get into a fight with a raccoon

Listening to good old country music

Sucking the morning dew out of Eren's morning wood

Letting Eren paints you naked like one of his Titan girls

Eren painting your pink tongue white

Listen to firewood crackles

Riding on the back of bears

Telling scary stories

Eren can only calm his nerves from your "frightening" tales if his cock stays inside your gummy walls all night.

Feeding deers and rabbits

Collecting mushrooms, flowers, and berries

Eren holding your arms back as he slammed his hip into you. Your cervix remembers every inch of him

Eren craving a baby crib because there is no way you're not pregnant after he gets done with you.

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Tainted: Delirium

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Secret Agents/Assassins AU, Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU, Smut, Romance, Strangers-to-Lovers-to-Enemies

Summary: You have been married to your husband for six years where you both kept secrets from each other. Little did you know that your husband was an undercover agent just like you, ordered to take your life within two days.

Warnings: unprotected sex, bondage, choking, biting, daddy kink, blow job, cunnilingus, spanking, swearing, slight exhibitionism

Word Count: 12k

Sequel to Tainted: Euphoria but can be read separately since this is pretty much just sex

Poster art by @/kisstilludrop on Twitter

You woke up the next morning on an empty bed, your bedsheet all crumpled and stained by the shade of your lipstick and the alluring woody scent of Eren’s perfume. The bitter taste of the alcohol you’d consumed still lingered thickly on your tongue, your lips bruised by his kisses, your skin marked possessively by his teeth. You were lying on your stomach, your arm stretched out to notice that there was not a trace of his warmth remaining on the other half of your bed.

What did you expect, exactly? Did you wish for him to stay? Did you want him to wake you up with a kiss on your shoulder as a lover would do? You almost laughed. How naive of you to even think that way. This was how one night stands were supposed to work. A handsome stranger like him wouldn’t care enough to stay for another hour after he got what he wanted. It was mortifying how you felt a pang of disappointment rising in your chest, how your lips still yearned for another taste of his. One night should be enough, shouldn’t it?

You sat up on the bed, holding the fabric of your quilt against the front of your bare chest.

“This is stupid.”

“What is?”

A voice–his voice–suddenly rang through your hearing. Elevating your face, your gaze drifted instantly toward the source, catching the sight of him walking through the door frame. “I hope you weren’t talking about me.” He closed the door behind him with the back of his foot, his hand holding up a food tray. His voice was light and airy, oozing with charm and coated with a hint of mischief. It felt almost uncanny in your ears as you had grown more familiar with how deep and husky it was when he growled and panted your name with his teeth grinding against your neck last night.

You were stunned, your lips parted, words unspoken. You wanted him to stay but the second you saw him step closer, it felt surreal, almost like a dream. Unlike you who was still nude, Eren was dressed handsomely in a pair of black jeans and a light blue denim shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His top three buttons were unfastened, showcasing a glimpse of a sculpted chest, and if he had unbuttoned it a few inches lower, the love bites you’d left on his chest would’ve been put on display. His hair—the same long, dark locks that were tangled and twisted around your fingers the night before—was tied up in a bun. He was so effortlessly sexy. The kind of allure and beauty that even the deities would pause to marvel at. “Take a picture, Sweetheart, it’d last longer,” he smirked, shifting closer, the smell of aftershave and the same expensive perfume gyrated in the air.

Eren settled the tray on the bed, a whiff of freshly made pancakes tickled your nose. There were poached eggs lathered with hollandaise sauce on another plate, some sliced fruits, and toasts. A few frangipani flowers were placed on the sides of the tray, giving it a tropical touch. “I just thought that you…” you trailed off, watching him take one of the flowers from the container.

“That I left you?” Eren stroked your hair, pushing your strands behind your ear before he added the flower to enhance your beauty. His smile was lopsided, giving you a peek of perfect marbled teeth. “Well, usually, that’s what I would do, but…” He tarried, knowing that he had you dancing on the palm of his hand.

You were begging him with your eyes, urging him to finish his sentence. Once you realized that, you regained control of your face, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. If he wanted to see you beg for another touch of his hand, you could just torture him the same way.

You took a cherry off the plate, holding it between your pointer finger and thumb as you laid yourself down on the bed. “But what?” You asked him, the cherry resting between your front teeth, your mouth parted slightly in a tantalizing smile. You released your hold from the duvet, your legs sliding against the sheets. The fabric slipped down your porcelain skin. Your breasts were half-exposed, giving him just a peek of your hardened nipples.

Fuck, Eren thought, hungry eyes not so secretly examining every little inch of your body that you offered to his eyes. Now that the sun was out, your skin had an exotic glow to it. He could see the angry marks he left on your soft mounds and neck, but instead of giving him the sense of achievement he wanted, it only left him craving for more.

“Take a picture, Sweetheart, it’d last longer,” you threw his words back at him, morphing your pretty smile into an elfin grin.

Eren snorted. “How about I just take a video of you?”

“With your tongue inside me? Yes, please.” You rolled the cherry between your teeth, relishing the sweetness of it as the flavor exploded in your mouth. You seemed so obscene in his eyes. Even the slightest glimpse of your tongue made his thoughts wander. “What’s wrong, Stranger? You seem distracted.”

Eren returned his gaze to your face, his jaw clenched tight as he tried to fight back the temptation. You were playing his game, and you knew how to beat him at it. Normally, he would hate to lose; his ego wouldn’t let him. Answering your question would be the same as admitting his defeat but he didn’t care. He knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, but something told him that you could play this game all day long if you had to. And Eren didn’t have the patience to wait for even a second longer.

So he tossed the tray off the bed with one swipe of his hand, not giving a damn that he just broke all the plates when they crashed against the marbled floor. He pried the blanket off your body and pulled you down by the legs. You giggled, squealing when you felt his mouth on your neck, the rough fabric of his jeans grazing against your sensitive zone. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he murmured against your ear, the perilous hint in his voice returned. “Thought I’d taught you a lesson last night.” He had one hand gliding up your thigh, kneading on your ass cheek while his other one pinned your wrist against the sheets, right above your head.

It was thrilling to be handled roughly like this. Most men would be deceived by your delicate appearance, treating you like glass no matter how much you permitted them to push you to the limit. But not Eren. “If there’s anything I learned about you,” you paused to grind your knee against his crotch, feeling him hardening fast even with the slightest friction. “Is that you like it better when I put up a fight.”

“Is that so?” He slanted his lips over yours, a moment before his tongue slipped inside to explore the recesses of your mouth. You tasted like cherry, but in a few minutes, you would just taste like him. Eren would make sure of that. When he broke away, his free hand found your breast, thumb brushing against your sensitive bud. “What else have you learned about me?”

The touches he bestowed on your body were salacious enough for your heartbeat to quicken. But you kept your face unfazed, your titillating smile perched on your lips like usual. “That you think you’re always in control,” you said. “That you could command me as you please and I’d say yes to your wishes.”

“And am I wrong?” His devilish smirk resurfaced. “You seemed pretty docile to me last night when you had my dick in your mouth.”

“Only because I let you.” Your grin was just as wicked as it was sinful. “If you think having your fingers around my throat would send me into submission, you better think again, Daddy.”

Eren’s eyes glazed in a new light, the mockery at the end of your sentence riled him up exactly the way you wanted. You loved how cocky and confident he was, but just like him, you loved it even more when you managed to strip all of that away from him.

He scoffed, gazing down at you. “Let’s see if you can still run your mouth after this.”

He flipped you around, slamming your face down against the pillow while he forced you to stick your lower half in the air. You were on your knees, your body pinned down by the hand that he placed on the center of your shoulder blades. His mouth was hot and eager as he licked the length of you from behind, fingers spreading your folds and ass cheeks at the same time until he could see the way your holes were twitching. Last night, he was exploring, listening to the sounds you made, using those keys as a road map, and enjoying every step of the journey. He was patient, eager to please you. Right now, he was anything but.

Ah, fuck, he’s so good. A wanton moan nearly escaped you as he ate you out, brushing his tongue against your hot entrance before he fucked you with it. “I can’t believe you just threw our breakfast away,” you said, trying to sound collected even when you were gripping tightly against the sheets, your nails turning white. Eren’s tongue moved between your folds, lapping up from your clit to your end, rubbing the sensitive spot on your pussy wall in circles.

“I’m having my breakfast right here.” He took a long swipe, flattening his tongue against the swell of flesh, savoring your essence before he moved up to tease your rim.

“W-wait–” You clawed against the bed, feeling ashamed when you felt him switching from one hole to another. It had been a while since you had someone do this to you, let alone a stranger. “That’s–”

“Don’t move.” He sank his nails deep into your hips, spreading you open wider. “Not until I’m finished with you.” You could feel his growl on your skin, a nice vibration that sent tingles to every nerve. His tongue flicked across the tight ring of your ass before he shifted down and licked the juices that flowed from your arousal, drinking them all up and moaning at the taste. Hot spears of agonizing need tore at him, driving him to taste as much of your wet flesh as he could. Your breath sharpened, your lip bitten hard to contain your moan. Eren loved it. He loved the way he could reduce you to a whimpering mess just by fucking you with his tongue.

“Come on, baby,” he sneered as he stood on his knees, his palm smacking against your behind before he spat onto your hole and plunged two fingers deep inside your sopping cunt. “Talk back to me. I thought you wanted to put up a fight.”

You couldn’t even think let alone form a witty retort. You were biting on your pillow as his fingers fucked into you faster. He scissored them inside, crooked them in a way that made you feel like your body was being remolded. Your pleasure was building up fast and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a pathetic whine as you squirted all over his fingers.

“Ah, fuck, such a waste,” he chuckled, taking out his fingers as your body still convulsed from ecstasy. He stuffed his fingers inside his mouth, his tongue circling around his digits to taste your cum. “Would’ve loved to have you squirt on my face.”

You were breathing hard, your knees felt weak underneath you. “That can be arranged,” you sighed, utterly spent. “You still want your breakfast, Ren?” You rolled yourself onto your back, spreading your legs until every bit of you was exposed. “Or is that all you got?” You caught his attention, his gaze piercing as he stared at your movement. Your center was glistening with your juices and his saliva, smearing all the way down to your thighs. “I don’t know about you, but…” You slid your fingers down your body to your heat, driving two fingers inside you to scoop up your slick. You brought them into your mouth, tasting yourself and putting on a show just to tug on his patience. “I’m still starving.”

His cock was straining against his jeans, desperate to feel your walls clenching around him again. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get your breakfast in a minute.”

Your mouth twitched up in a condescending smirk. “You think you can finish this in a minute?”

“I can guarantee you will.”

You nibbled on your lower lip, a seductive minx to his eyes. “Come here then,” you told him, parting your pussy’s lips as wide as you could with your fingers, purposely clenching your hole around nothing to rile him up. “Remind me again just how good you fucked me last night.”

He wanted to act haughty about it, but he was just as desperate. You hooked your ankles around his hips as he settled in between, waiting for him to work on his belt. You continued playing with your clit as you toyed with your nipple at the same time, pinching and squeezing with your other hand. Eren took a sharp breath at the sight, his hands moving impatiently as he struggled with his zipper.

“Take your time, Stranger.” Your giggles were muffled harshly by his kiss but you could feel his lips smirking.

“Shut up,” he muttered in amusement, rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance. “I want to fuck you raw this time. Can I?”

“Mmm–no,” you moaned, arching your back to taste the friction of his member grazing against your sensitive bud. His condom was in his bag, three meters away from your bed, which meant he had to break away from you, jumped back to his feet and—

Oh, fuck it.

You spread your legs wider, guiding his tip to your entrance. When he hesitated, you raised your hips and he groaned. He stretched you out, painful and satisfying at the same time. “Thought you said I couldn’t,” he chuckled the second he was throbbing inside, his hips moving quickly to hit the deepest part inside you.

You tangled your heels around his lower back, your hands ripping the buttons off his shirt. “Now I’m saying you could fuck me as hard as you want.”

His shirt slid off his shoulders, pooling on his elbows. “Well,” the muscles on his back rippled as he pushed your thighs forward, bringing your legs over his shoulders and folding your body in half. He grabbed tightly onto your waist, his devilish smirk intact. “If my queen says so.”

You cried out his name, startled by his sudden thrust. Eren pulsed deep inside you, not stopping even when you writhed beneath him. His cock was deeply wedged in your tight depths, drawing his hips back and letting go with no mercy. “Oh my God.” You couldn’t help but let the words slip out your mouth.

“Feels good, Sweetheart?”

So fucking good, you wanted to scream out but he already sounded so cocky even before he heard your answer. As he pounded into you mercilessly, you tried to match his thrusts, raising your leg higher, and hooking your fingers around his silver necklace to yank him down for a kiss. “Ah, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped out against his mouth. “I want to–fuck, Eren, let me ride you–”

“Later.” He slapped a hand across your mouth, pushing you down until your skull was glued to your pillow. He robbed you of your options, not letting you take control and you could only scream against the lines of his palm, your muscles tightening at your impending release. “You wanna cum?” he panted, picking up his pace, going even rougher than before. “Come on, baby, cum on my fucking cock.”

Your blood pounded in your ears, his skin smacking hard against yours as he fucked the breath out of your lungs. Your nails scraped his chest, your back arching, signaling your release.

“Ah, shit, you’re cumming–” He moaned, throwing his head back in rapture. “Your pussy feels so good, baby, fuck.” He removed his hand from your face only to smash his mouth against yours, tongue mingling in a sloppy dance. As the roar of climax surfaced, gripping him, milking his cock, Eren tensed above you, sinking into your tight wetness one last time before he pulled out completely.

“Open up,” he commanded, pumping his dick fast with one hand as he moved up your body, trapping your chest between his thighs. You were just beginning to part your lips when he drove his cock inside, his fingers clutching against your strands to keep your head in place. “Gonna cum down your throat,” he warned, fucking your mouth a few times before he groaned, hot seeds spurting out of his tip and streaming down your throat.

Your eyes were misted by your tears, struggling to breathe as you willed yourself not to gag around him. He kept you close, the tip of your nose pressing against his pelvis as he grunted out your name. He was hot and heavy in your mouth, spasming with every bit of his release. “Mmm, baby, you’re so good,” he muttered deliriously, riding the wave of his orgasm by slowly rocking his hips against your mouth. He turned limp inside you, slipping away from your lips once his muscles started to unwind. “Let me see it,” he said and you opened your mouth. A thick layer of white semen still coated your tongue but the rest of it was swallowed. He smirked, stroking your cheek as a reward. His thumb was resting against the corner of your mouth when he asked, “How’s your breakfast, Sweetheart?”

Maintaining eye contact, you closed your lips around his tip, sucking every drop before you let your tongue move obscenely against his slit. You pulled away, your tongue tracing the shape of your lip before you mirrored the vanity of his smile.

“Delicious.”

***

“Spend the day with me.”

Your hands stopped mid-air, your strands still damp with hot water as you tried to dry them with a towel. You were standing in front of a tall mirror, dressed in nothing but your lace lingerie, its color complimenting your skin. From his reflection, you could see how Eren was perched on the edge of the bed with his elbows propped on his thighs, making a steeple of his fingers. After how vigorous and dominating he was with you an hour ago, the sight of him looking somewhat uncertain of his own words made you frown.

Because, truth was, Eren was also asking himself what the fuck am I doing? He had never done this—never asked a girl out on a date, never even thought about doing so, especially after he had sex with them. Twice. He'd never wanted to spend a second with them, but right now, as he watched you put your earrings back on, with the sunlight illuminating every curve, every mole, every beauty that blessed your body, he felt like he wanted to stay with you for eternity.

And the thought made him blush, made his stomach twist in discomfort, made his brain turn haywire. He felt repulsed by the thought but he couldn’t deny that it was real. He wanted you, more than what you already gave him. He wanted your attention, your company, wanted to see your other expressions, wanted to learn if there was a bashful side of you–or any side of you, really. He wanted to know the secrets behind your smile, the dreams you dreamt at night, the glimmer in your eyes—all of them.

“Let’s get some breakfast together or something,” he offered, keeping his face nonchalant.

You surveyed his reflection in the mirror with a coy smile. “I thought you’d had your breakfast.”

“Well, I’m still hungry.” But with the way his eyes ran down your body, lingering a little too long at the dip of your waist where he sank his nails deep just a few minutes ago, you knew he was craving something else. “Let me take you out on a date.”

“Oh?” You tossed your hair over your shoulder, bending down to collect your dress off the floor. “That’s a surprise.” You sent him a sly grin. “Do you do this with all your one night stands?”

He mimicked your expression. “Only with the pretty ones.”

“Hmm, smooth. Can’t, though. I’m supposed to fly back home tonight.”

“Change it. We can fly back together tomorrow.”

“I have work tomorrow.”

“Take a day off then.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Are you always this demanding?”

“Part of my charm.” He stood up from his seat, making his way to you and closing the little gap that separated you. Embracing you from behind, he snatched your dress away and threw it haphazardly to the floor.

“Stay,” he said, firm and gentle at the same time. It sounded less like a request and more of a command. Landing his chin on your shoulder, Eren wound his strong arms around you, just below your breasts. His eyes found yours in the mirror, almost glowing underneath the light. They were stunning, his eyes, deep as the bottomless sea, wild like a cornered wolf.

His mouth found a sweet spot at the juncture of your neck, hot tongue pressing against your pulsating vein. Smiling, you inclined your head to the side, letting him taste the scent of jasmine soap that veneered your skin. “And why should I?”

“Because I want you to.” He let out a little breathy moan as he took the shell of your ear between his lips.

“Hmm.” You leaned your entire weight against his chest, resting your hands above his. “Tempting, but not good enough.”

You were going to make him beg for it and he knew it. “Because you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered. You felt his fingers raking against your stomach all the way to the curve of your waist. “And I can make you feel even more beautiful if you stay.”

It wasn’t just the words he said. It was the way he said it that got to your heart, awakening the butterflies inside your stomach. “Like I said,” you wetted your lip, your head falling to his shoulder. “I’ve got a flight to catch.”

Through the mirror you could see the way he moved his right hand on your body, gliding against your bare skin like an artist painting colors on a canvas. He dragged it up from your stomach to the valley between your breasts, stopping right in front of your throat. He spread his palm, calloused fingertips dancing with the pulsating veins on the side of your neck.

“I’m a pretty determined man.” He kissed the skin below your ear, murmuring the words. His fingers closed around your throat, lightly at first, but once he noticed you were swallowing your breath, he couldn’t handle the temptation. “I have to get what I want.” He pressed harder, not enough to choke you, but enough to make your heart jolt at the contact. Eren locked your gaze with him in the mirror, lighting your body on fire with the intensity of it. You reacted instinctively, body arching for more. “I won’t back down until I have it.”

It wasn’t your first time having a hand wrapped around your throat, nor the second or the third, but anyone who did it would end up with a blade piercing through their neck, a moment before they laid lifelessly under your boot, eyes wide open. It was easy for you to break free from Eren’s grip, you were certain of it, but why would you? His touch made your blood boil. His touch was like methamphetamines flowing through your system. And it was arousing to see yourself looking so defenseless and frail in his arms, as if you were his slave, begging for his mercy.

Eren squeezed your breast with his other palm, causing you to moan. His lips were brushing against your ear again. “Sshhh.” He was watching you closely from the mirror, emerald eyes entranced by how sultry you looked. His hand was strong, large enough to hold the front of your throat, and grazed your lower lip with his thumb at the same time. He dragged it down, forcing you to part your lips with it. You obeyed, letting him rub the pad of his digit against your tongue before you closed your mouth prettily around it.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with,” he said, his eyes drooping at the sight of you treating his finger like how you treated his cock. Saliva pooled in your mouth, dribbling down your chin. “Having you for one night isn’t enough for me.”

He could crush your windpipe in a heartbeat if he wanted to. You were just another girl, another life he could take if he was ordered to do it. You were beautiful, so goddamn beautiful, but he knew there was something else that captivated him. But what is it, he wondered. Why do I find you so enticing?

His patience was growing thin. “Stay,” Eren ensnared you once again, making your skin crawl with excitement both from his words and the little growl that reverberated from the back of his throat. “Stay and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your life. I’ll fuck you backward, and forward—I’ll fuck you upside down if that’s what you want. I’ll fuck you long and hard, nice and slow. I want to make you cum so hard, you’ll scream my name in languages you didn’t know existed.”

I want to wreck you apart. I want to ruin your pretty face until you couldn’t live without me.

He was a devil, wasn’t he? A handsome incubus who lured you in with his charm. And you trusted him. If there was one thing he was good at, it was how he pleasured you in bed. It felt so right and so wrong to be in his arms like this. Eren was a passionate lover but his eyes didn’t speak the language of love, nor did his mouth. He praised you with filthy words, he stared at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. Was that the reason why you liked it? Because you knew this was just physical attraction and nothing more? That this was all just a game, and you could play as long as you wanted—as hard as you wanted—before you finally got bored and threw each other away? One thing you knew for sure right now was how exhilarating it was to be this wanted by someone as attractive as him. You didn’t want it to end. At least, not now.

Your hand moved to his wrist, holding him down before he added even more pressure and choked you further with his fingers. A strained whimper broke free from your lips and he released you from his grip, soothing the pain on your neck with tender kisses on your shoulder. He chuckled lightly to himself, watching your chest heave up and down as you returned the air to your lungs. He grabbed onto your hand, guided it to your chest, and pressed your palm against your heart. You could feel it racing, could hear the beat in your ears, loud and fast.

“Thrilling, isn’t it?” He cooed, grabbed your chin, and tilted your head, exposing more of your neck for his lips to ravish. He didn’t sink his teeth this time, only rewarding you with the lightest brush of his lips.

You swallowed, your fingers itching to soothe the aching on your throat. “What is?”

You could feel his sinful grin breaking on your skin. “Being with me.”

His confidence made him more alluring than anything else, but you were done playing games. “You think you have me under your spell?” You challenged him, surprising him with a smirk. You turned around, making him stiffen when you slid your hand under his shirt, nails scraping against his prominent v-lines. You weren’t being careful. You wanted him to find pleasure underneath the pain, just like he did to you. “You’re sure that it’s me who wants you,” your clouded gaze tantalized him, “And not the other way around?”

He tried to refrain himself from kissing you, wanting to see you become desperate for it, but he couldn’t, and you were right. It was the other way around. You had him in every way you wanted him. He grabbed the back of your head, bringing your face closer until his lips were smashed against yours. The way he moaned between kisses—as if your lips were the most wonderful thing he ever tasted—always left you a bit weak, stomach somersaulting in delight. “Why don’t we just agree,” he breathed out, bruising your lower lip with his teeth. “That we both want each other just as much?”

You stood on your tip-toes, leaning in for another kiss. He closed his eyes, lips parted and ready to take another taste of—

“Let’s go get breakfast,” you suddenly said, breaking the spell. You pressed two fingers against his lips, holding back your smirk when you saw him frown, startled and confused. “I’m going to go get dressed. Can you wait outside the room?”

He laughed once. “You’re not serious, are you?”

You smiled sweetly at him, taking his hand and leading him toward the door. Tapping his cheek, you said, “Be a good boy and wait for me.” You placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “I won’t be long.”

When you pushed him outside and closed the door behind you, Eren stood there on his feet, thinking, she’s fucking with my head.

And he liked it.

***

Eren didn’t believe in love. He believed in ecstasy, in lust, in the raw passion that ended after one or two rounds in bed. Being with you, even only for one night, was like a shot of adrenaline being pumped through his veins. You were addicting, and he was addicted to you. Like a man downing a bottle of gin after being sober for weeks, his craving for you was intense. No woman had ever satisfied him in the way that you did. He was fooling himself if he thought this was purely physical. Seeing you swallow his cum down your throat didn’t put an end to his curiosity. He wanted to do more, wanted to feel more—to sense something beyond skin meeting skin. Eren wanted something invisible, something stronger, like a red thread of fate that connected your fingers.

You were so goddamn alluring to him. It was the way you carried yourself, graceful in your steps, mischief in your eyes, kindness on your lips, and temptation on your tongue. You were everything at once, everything he could never have. You answered his curiosity with more secrets, his devilish smirk with seduction. Arrogant and proud, that was how you looked in his eyes whenever you caught him stealing glances at you. You didn’t chase after him; he had to chase after you. You challenged him in his own game, and you were winning.

Eren wanted to tame you as much as he wanted you to tame him. But the more time he spent with you, the more he realized that you were still a child at heart. The little pout you made when you lost an argument. The little giggles that escaped you when he joked around, even when you’d tried your best not to laugh. Slowly, he learned that you had many sides he didn’t know just yet. The stark contrast made him dizzy. To him, you were the biggest mystery and he was only eager to unravel every bit of you until you were left bare and open, unable to stand on your own feet without him. Until you were the one who begged him to stay. Yes, he would love that. His ego would love that.

Eren didn’t want to admit it, but he could feel himself letting go around you. For once, he could forget the things that happened in his past, the sins he committed, the souls he robbed with his hands. He never felt any remorse, true, but it didn’t mean he could pretend everything was normal either. But with you, for once, he could act like he was just a boy his age, sharing summer love and summer kisses with a girl who was the embodiment of the sun itself. He felt younger, lighter, innocent.

You’re a fucking idiot, that’s what you are, he chastised himself, watching the way you tucked your hair behind your ear as you scanned your eyes along the menu. He marveled at the way you smiled at the waiter, the way you blinked your beautiful eyes—

“Eren, would you like some cream for your coffee?”

God, he fucking loved the way you called his name too. “No, thanks.”

“That would be all, thank you,” you said to the waiter before you returned your attention to him. “Can’t stop looking at me, can you, Stranger?” You teased him with a naughty twinkle in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he admitted with a smirk. “Just trying to remember how pretty you looked when you were riding me last night. Do you always do that?”

“Do what? Taking control in bed?” You landed your chin on your palm, elbow resting against the table. “Only with the pretty ones.”

The two days you spent with him were magical, but all magical things must end at some point. It was already a miracle that you both came from the same country and lived in the same city, but it was just a summer fling, wasn’t it? There was no future in your relationship, no commitment and you both knew that.

And yet, when Eren was about to part ways with you at the airport, he realized how you had seized his heart and made it yours; how his body still longed for you, no matter how many times they had made contact during your two days together. So when you kissed his cheek, bid him goodbye, and pivoted on your heels, he circled his fingers around your wrist before you could take another step. You turned around, eyebrows raised as your heart rate escalated.

With a sheepish smile—a striking difference from how he usually lured you with his smirk—Eren suggested, “How about we get some coffee first before we head home?”

You smiled, a form of perfection to his eyes. “Sure.”

***

Weeks had passed, and neither of you ever talked about your relationship status. It wasn’t important, anyway. But what started as a strictly physical bond, became so much more the second you opened up about your childhood days followed by him disclosing his recurring dreams and nightmares. Personal things were shared, intimate memories were told and the wall that separated you from him began to crumble.

Despite how talkative he was, Eren could listen when you needed him to. He wouldn’t give you any advice because he knew you were capable of figuring everything out on your own, but he would embrace you tightly to his chest with his lips grazing against your fringe, his fingers playing with your strands. And if you wanted him to say something, he would pepper delicate kisses on your body with every praise he gave you, starting from your forehead, your cheek, your lips, and your jaw, whispering, “You’re the smartest, strongest, most resilient woman I know. You’ll get through this. But if you feel like you’re tired of their shits, give me a call. I’ll finish them for you.”

You laughed. You thought he was joking.

The hardest part of being an undercover assassin was you had to travel most of the time for your work. Your target could be walking in another city, living in a different country, or speaking a different language and you just couldn’t afford to be distracted. So whenever you got the chance to meet him, you’d try to satisfy your needs—mostly, physical—as best as you could. Lucky for you, he was only eager to comply.

Hovering above you, nude except for the silver necklace hanging around his neck and the jeans that were hanging low on his hips, Eren took a detailed look at your wrist. The lighting in your room wasn’t bright enough for him to examine the bruises blooming on your skin, but the way his eyes narrowed, accompanied by a frown, told you that he knew it wasn’t just a simple injury.

“Who did this to you?” His choice of words startled you. He didn’t ask what or how—he straightforwardly asked who, confident that it was done by someone and not merely a result of an accident. Shivers ran down your spine. The truth was, you were wounded during your last mission when you tried to infiltrate the enemy’s base by getting caught on purpose. At one point, you were restrained to a pole with ropes tied firmly along your wrists, hence the bruises. But there was no way you could be honest.

“I tripped and accidentally twisted my wrist,” you lied, moving your hips to distract him. He was still sheathed deep inside you, his cock slightly twitching in response, but he held you securely by the waist to keep your body still.

“Did someone hurt you?” His voice was deep as it reverberated through the air, and you grew rigid once you noticed how his previously laid-back demeanor suddenly turned solemn, almost dangerous even as if he was facing a threat. “Who is it? Tell me his name.”

He was smarter than you’d expected. Way smarter. “I was tied up.”

“By who?”

The way he strictly sought revenge at the thought of someone hurting you was both arousing and frightening at the same time. You knew how protective he was over the things he owned. You just didn’t realize you were one of them.

“By this cute guy I met at a club,” you said, smiling coquettishly at him. “‘Cause I asked him to.”

His grip around your wrist loosened a little bit, his lips parted in surprise. “What?”

“It’s not like we’re officially dating or anything,” you taunted him, clenching your walls around him on purpose. “Are we?”

Eren’s eyes were almost gleaming at that point, staring down at you so coldly at first before he broke into a smirk.

“Not official, huh?” The way he suddenly flipped you over to your stomach stole a giggle out of your mouth. “Get on your knees.”

He smacked your behind, shutting you up with the stinging pain of his palm meeting your skin. He was angry, you knew it, and you were grateful that you were facing the headboard as you could feel your smirk creeping up your face.

“He tied you up with a rope, did he?” He held your ass in the air, his nails painting half-moons into the skin of your hips as he forcefully thrust inside, slamming his entire length in one motion. “I wasn’t aware you were into that.” He gathered your hair in a messy ponytail, tugging you back harshly with one hand until you had no other choice but to stare dazedly at the ceiling. Eren was tempestuous in nature. You knew that from the very first night he laid his hands on you. Tonight, he was ten times worse, borderline brutal. He was forceful and ruthless, and you enjoyed every second of it.

You didn’t hold back your moans, knowing he wouldn’t want you to anyway. Your voice would most likely be hoarse tomorrow and that would be awful since you had a meeting scheduled for the next morning, but you couldn’t care. It was easier to let go than to hold back. Eren was hitting you at the right spot, fucking you at the right pace, at the perfect angle.

“Tying you up with a rope is a bit much, don’t you think?” He breathed out, pounding into you hard and fast, his hand sliding down your stomach to rub his fingers against your clit. “If it was me, I would’ve just used my belt.”

“Then—” Your breathing began to stutter, matching the snap of his hips. “What’s stopping you? Ah–”

“I want to hear you ask for it first.” You were astonished by how thoughtful he was. “And force you to beg for it afterward.” You took your words back. He was a fucking tease, after all.

You fisted the sheet beneath you, desperate to keep a hold on something as you gasped out his name. “I want it,” you choked out.

”What was it, baby?” He leaned forward, his pendant grazing the dip of your spine, cold steel pressed against hot skin. Despite his question, he did not slow down his pace, continuously fucking you like a beast in heat. “Want me to tie you up?” You nodded in response, biting your lip. He used your hair as leverage, tugging on your roots as he slithered one hand to the front of your neck. You moaned from the pain, eyes closed shut. “Say it.” His voice was right next to your ear, breathy and deep. “Like I said, I want you to beg for it.”

“I want you to tie me up,” you panted, feeling yourself being stretched out, filled up, and wrecked apart in ways you didn’t know possible. “Want you to take control of me.”

He hummed, smirking against your earlobe. “Now, say please.”

You opened your mouth, ready to vocalize the word, but he curled his long fingers tightly around your windpipe, choking you. “P-please.”

“Louder.” He tightened his grip.

“Please!”

He chuckled, slowly releasing his hold and you sucked air back into your burning lungs. “Good girl.” He stopped moving his hips for a moment, tilting your face to the side so he could brush his lips against yours. He kissed you, chaste yet firm, doing it so softly that it left you stupefied. “I’m gonna be so gentle with you, okay?”

But when he pulled away, sliding his cock out of you and shoved your head against the pillow, he was anything but. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you, Sweetheart.” He tossed you over to your back, your body bouncing once on the bed from how harsh he was being. Eren lifted you by your arms until your upper back was pressing against your headboard. He raised your hands in the air, yanked his belt out of his loops, and tied your wrists together to the headboard. You flinched from the pain. He was being rough, more than you’d expected him he would be.

He stood on his knees before you, trapping your body between his legs. Pushing his jeans down to his mid-thighs, he said, “Open up, baby,” with one hand holding his throbbing cock, smearing his pre-cum over your lips. You only parted them halfway when he pushed in, grunting lowly at the feeling of how hot your mouth felt around his length. He had his fingers resting on the side of your face, rewarding you with gentle caresses across your jaw. “Such a good girl,” Eren purred, chuckling lightly. “You take me in so well. Both your tight little cunt and your pretty mouth. Feels like they’re made for me.”

You took his cock into the velvety warmth of your mouth and he shoved it down your throat. You gagged around him, tears welled in your eyes. “Hold it in,” he told you, pushing your bangs with his fingers. “Now, look at me.” You lifted your face, your glassy eyes finding him in the dimness of your hotel room. Eren had his bottom lip between his teeth, pushing back your bangs and gripping tight on your hair as he fucked your mouth, slower in motion, but deeper than before. “Ah, baby,” his moan was a form of sin, sensuous in your ears. “You look the prettiest when you’re stuffed with my cock.”

You weren’t sure if it could be considered praise but your body reacted to it like it was. You let your jaw turn slack, your eyes were shut when he hit the back of your throat and Eren clicked his tongue. “No, baby,” he tugged on your strands again. “Look me in the eyes.” You obeyed, given no other choice. His smile returned. “That’s right. Now you keep your eyes on me, okay? Keep your eyes open as Daddy fucks your mouth. Close your eyes again and I won’t let you cum, you understand me?” You moaned around his length, sending vibrations to tighten the knots in his stomach.

You didn’t know how many seconds or minutes had passed by before he was satisfied. Your throat felt sore by the time he pulled away from you. You coughed, a tear slipped down to your cheek, and Eren, still kneeling in front of you, lifted your face and brushed his thumb to erase the tear stain. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

You snorted. “Are you going to apologize if you did?”

He loved it when you fought back. “No,” he said, his smile conceited. “Spread your legs. I’m not done with you yet.” His cock was slapping against his abdomens before he aligned it toward your entrance. It was slick with your spit, sliding in almost too easily into your heat. He was the perfect fit. If you could, you would’ve spent every second of your life connected to him this way.

His thrusts were powerful and merciless. His grunts mixed with your restrained moans in the air. “Was he any good?” He slammed his hips once, pausing for your answer. You were distraught at first, wondering what the fuck he was talking about until you recalled your earlier conversation. When he saw you nodding, he thrust again, harder this time, sending you back until your skull hit the board. “Better than me?”

You were having the toughest time concentrating, couldn’t even breathe properly, let alone form a word. You were pushed against the headboard, your moans bounced off the walls.

He grabbed you by the neck again. “Answer me.”

You shakily nodded, wanting to rile him up even more, driving him to the brink and practically forcing him to give the best fuck of your life. And he did, exceeding even your wildest expectations. When he asked again, his lips were grazing against your ear. “You sure about that, Sweetheart?”

You couldn’t tell if more words were falling from his mouth because the rest of the world had faded into a blur. He was giving you the same amount of pain and pleasure from how he was frantically thrusting inside you, and it felt so new, so raw, that you started feeling lightheaded, drowning in ecstasy. You closed your eyes, stars sparkling behind your eyelids as your orgasm hit you like a wave, leaving you shaking and whimpering against the sheets.

Eren consumed your lips, teeth gnawing against soft flesh, tongue sliding against yours in a messy kiss. His hands were squeezing your thigh, bringing you closer so he could release inside you. “Where do you want me to cum?” He asked, a bit breathlessly from how erratic he was ramming his hips into you.

“Inside,” you pleaded, “Cum inside me—ah, God, Eren—”

He cummed with a loud, breathy moan, which you swallowed directly with your mouth.

When both of your bodies had stopped trembling from your post-orgasm, Eren kissed you again, idly this time, as he was still trapped in a haze. You responded with a contented sigh, your heartbeat gradually reducing to its normal pace. He untangled his belt from your wrists, examining the way it burned marks on your skin. Bringing your hands closer to his face, he washed the pain away with kisses on each wrist, soft lips brushing against your pulsating veins. “I’m sorry,” he said, and you could feel the sincerity from how tender he pressed his lips against your skin. “Are you okay?”

“Just a little bit fucked-out,” you teased him with a grin. “Other than that, I’m fine.”

“Good.” He smiled, landing a sweet kiss on your forehead. There was a pause where you could tell he was sorting out his thoughts.

“What?” You asked him, running your fingertips along his cheekbone. “What is it?”

Eren released a breath. Fuck it, he thought. “Let’s make it official.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to share you with anyone else,” he sternly stated, eyebrows stitched together in a wave of redeemed anger. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours?” Your lips almost twitched in a smile. “I’m not just a thing you can own, Jaeger.”

You thought he would raise his voice, frustrated at your words but his eyes drooped in something you couldn’t yet understand. Was it sadness? Loneliness? You couldn’t tell. He placed his forehead against yours. His eyes were closed, his breath felt hot on your lips. “I’ll be yours,” he whispered, erasing every bit of amusement off your face. “Every part of me that you want, I’ll give it to you, so—” He opened his lids, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “Be mine.”

You glid your hand up, tracing the muscles in his upper arm. “Your body?”

“All yours.”

You smiled, moving your hand to his chest. “And what if I want this?” Your palm was pressing against his heart, and you could feel it pounding fast.

He clamped his fingers around your wrist, holding it still. “I don’t know why you’d want it,” he said as he broke away, his smile was a hint of loneliness, shrouded by guilt and regret. Suddenly, he felt so imperfect. All those sins he committed, he felt like they were written on his face in huge, red letters, painted by the blood of his victims. “But if you’ll take it, then it’s yours.”

It was the first time you saw him acting so vulnerable. Perhaps it was the first time he ever felt brave enough to show it. It’s what I truly wanted, you hoped you had the courage to say the words but you stayed mute.

“So, you belong to me as much as I belong to you, huh…” You beamed at him, making his heart swell. “That’s not too bad, I think.”

Eren blinked twice before he broke into laughter. “Playing hard to get? Really?”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who just offered my heart—”

He silenced you with his kiss, and you returned it with a smile.

“A fucking tease.”

***

Eren was protective but not possessive, which played a huge part in why your relationship with him worked so well. He knew how to keep you safe, how to give you comfort, and he wouldn’t let anything harm you even when he knew you could protect yourself just fine. Being with Eren was easy because he respected you without making inquiries. He was a man with a lot of demands, but he always gave you the space you needed and knew when to put your priorities before his. He picked up the little details but never made unnecessary comments or questions unless you wanted him to.

Sometimes it made you feel nervous, perturbed by the possibility of him finding out about your real identity. But with a pocket knife hidden inside your vanity bag, you knew what to do if something went wrong. It would be near impossible for you to hurt him as you probably wouldn’t have the heart to do it, but your identity and your profession remained your top priority.

You just wished, really wished, he wouldn’t notice.

***

“So, I met this girl,” Eren said, right after he landed a mean hook at Jean Kirschtein’s face. The taller male, a fellow agent from the same firm, toppled over, body hitting the side of the ring. He tangled his arms around the ropes to balance himself, groaning loudly both in pain and protest.

Unlike Jean who wore his headgear and groin-guard to protect himself, Eren didn’t even wear a shirt. He stood there inside the ring only in his black boxing shorts and his hair tied up, his feet bare. His key-shaped pendant dangled above his heart, swaying with every movement he made. Eren had his red sparring gloves on (for Jean’s protection, really), which was already an improvement. Whenever he sparred with Levi, they always did it the hard way, not wearing anything else but wrist wraps.

“You okay, buddy?” Connie Springer, another agent, patted the top of Jean’s headgear. The male with the buzzcut had finished his training with Marco Bodt half an hour ago but he lingered around to watch his best mate getting his ass handed back to him.

“I’m fine, don’t touch me,” Jean spat back, shoving him away. Even with his gloves on, Eren could still make his head ring with one punch.

Jean was a decent fighter. He was ranked seventh during their last training, which was quite an achievement as there were hundreds of other agents working for the agency. But when you had to face one of the top three—Eren fucking Jaeger—this was bound to happen.

“Sorry.” Eren grinned when Jean rose back to his feet, groggily making his way to him. “I already held back my punches for you, I swear.”

“Shut up.”

“Am I being too hard on you, Princess Jeanne?”

“Shut. Up.” Jean smacked his gloves together, cracking his neck before he returned to his stance. “A girl, huh?” He questioned, legs moving cautiously, circling the other man around as he searched for the right opportunity to strike. “Is it like a girl girl or a girl claiming herself to be a girl but then you sneaked a hand inside her dress and you found a dick between her legs and then you figured out that she wasn't a girl, he was a man who pretended to be a girl so he could kill you 'cause he's pissed his girlfriend cheated on him with you.”

“Dude, no.” Eren knitted his eyebrows together, looking at him funny. “I don't even know what you're talking about but no.”

“Happened to me once,” Connie chimed in, slurping down his protein drink.

“No, a normal girl,” Eren said. “The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“That’s bullshit. Mikasa’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen in your life,” Jean corrected, throwing his lead hand to the side of Eren’s head. “She’s the prettiest girl any man has ever seen in their lives. She’s a goddess.”

Eren dodged it easily. “Well, she’s ten times prettier than her.” He landed a punch on Jean’s stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs. “She’s so sexy,” another punch, “Smart,” another one to his chest, “Funny,” an uppercut to his chin, “Best. Sex. I’ve. Ever. Had.” He emphasized each word with a punch, giving him five jabs in a row, lighter in pressure but faster in speed, enough to make Jean nearly throw up his lunch. His final blow sent the other man back to the edge of the ring.

“Fuck!” Jean hissed, the throbbing pain bringing tears to his eyes. He turned around to glower at Connie, looping his arms around the ropes for support. “Connie, did you put something in his gloves?!” he shouted in whispers.

“As much as I would love to,” Connie said, sneering. “No, I didn’t.”

“Hurts like a bitch!”

“Yeah, man, I can see you’re dying over there. Look, just kick him in the crotch.”

“What—” Jean coughed. “But that’s cheating!”

“He’s not wearing any guard, just do it.”

“I won’t stoop that low!”

“You’re getting your ass kicked. You’re literally at the bottom of the barrel here, bro.”

“Yo, Jean!” Eren interrupted, calling from the center of the ring. “I’m not done with my story yet.”

“Give me a minute!” The vein on Jean’s temple was about to pop. He returned to Connie, practically whimpering. “Dude, he’s gonna fucking kill me.”

“Kick him in the groin!”

“But I don’t want to che—Fine!”

The bearded man returned to his position, standing before his opponent with the biggest sigh he had ever released. Eren smirked at him. “You’re gonna try and kick me in the balls, aren’t you?”

“No,” Jean scoffed loudly, his face reddening for a different reason. Eren raised one of his eyebrows, mischief in his eyes. “You know what? Yeah, I’m gonna kick you in the balls just so I can wipe that fucking smirk off your face, you cock gobbler!”

His taunt only made Eren’s smirk grow larger. “I’d like to see you try, Horseface.”

“For fuck’s sake, guys,” Connie groaned, throwing his head back. “I’m gonna kick you both in the crotch. Just start the damn match already!”

“By the way, man, you gotta see her eyes,” Eren said, ignoring Connie’s protest. “She’s got such pretty eyes. You know that poem that goes, ‘her eyes were the color of faraway love.’ I don’t understand poetry but that shit sounds beautiful and beautiful things remind me of her.”

“You read poetry?” Connie scrunched his nose in disgust.

“Yeah, she told me about it and I gave it a try. Pablo Neruda, The Fable of The Mermaid and the Drunks.” Even when Eren had his eyes on Connie, Jean still wasn't able to land a scratch on his face. “It’s really good. You should read it sometimes.”

“And risk myself turning into a sappy schoolgirl like you?” He snorted. “No thanks. She’s fucking with your head, bro.”

“Oh yeah, she is,” Eren grinned. “And I love it.”

“You’re fucking gross.” Jean took the moment to catch his breath. Five fucking attempts at knocking the teeth out of Eren’s mouth and he missed his shot every time. “Also, eyes? You’re kidding me? I don’t wanna hear about her eyes. Tell me about her tits.”

“Oh, she has amazing tits, for sure.” When he sighed, Eren had a dreamy expression on his face. “But her eyes, man. They’re like… stars in the sky. Feels like I can stare at them forever, you know?”

“Oh my God, just punch me,” Jean groaned. “Punch my fucking face right now before I throw up on your—” To his surprise, Eren actually did, probably even breaking his nose if he had used his full strength. Jean stumbled back, his hands rising to his face. “Hey!”

“What?” Eren played dumb. “I thought you said—”

“I was being sarcastic, you jackass!”

The brunette rolled his eyes. “Fine, punch me then. I’ll give you a freebie.”

Jean wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. Placing his whole rage into one punch, Jean planned to knock him out for good. Eren wanted to stay true to his words, he really did, but when he saw his opponent’s fist coming, his reflex took control. His upper body moved by instinct. His cheek was grazed but he barely felt it.

Jean, not expecting Eren to avoid his attack, fell forward, almost landing face first on the ground. “Bitch, you dodged!”

“Sorry, reflex.” Eren tried to show his empathy by extending his hand for the other man to take. “You know, that’s what you should do when someone tries to punch you.”

“I’m gonna fucking—” Jean tackled him to the ground, throwing random punches and kicks, exhausting himself without being able to land a single scratch.

“Where did you meet this chick anyway?” Connie asked and Jean was grateful. He didn’t give a single fuck about Eren’s story but if it could at least distract the man from his attack then he would let him babble about it all day long.

“Bogota.” Eren, lying on his back, flipped Jean’s body around. He wrapped his legs around his waist from behind, hooking one arm around his neck. “During my mission five months ago.”

“Five months ago?” Connie snorted, enjoying the way Jean was struggling to break free from his headlock. “You’re in love with the woman you met five months ago?”

“Dude, I’ve never even stayed with the same woman for five days. This is breaking all my records.” Eren talked so casually as if they were conversing over bottles of beer. “Wait—love? You think I’m in love?”

“Either that or you’re just growing even more obnoxious than you usually are,” Connie yawned. Jean choked, tapping Eren’s arm vigorously in desperate need of air.

“In love…” Eren tightened his grip around his opponent as he fell deeper into his thoughts. “I don’t think I even believe in love, but now that you mentioned it… Fuck, maybe I am in love with her. I’m going insane. Connie, am I going insane?”

“Eren…” Jean was turning blue. “Can’t… breathe…”

“Do you think it’s insane for me to be in love with her this fast? To want her for the rest of my life? Shit, now I’m thinking about marrying her. You know what? Yeah, I wanna marry her. I’m really going insane now, aren’t I?”

“Mmm, yeah, probably. Jean’s dying, by the way.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.”

***

“You look nice,” you commented when Eren showed up at your flat, dressed sharply in a black suit and oxford shoes. His hair was untied, cascading down to his shoulders, making him seem more mature than usual. It was the night of your first anniversary—well, counting from the day you met him anyway. The top of his white shirt was unbuttoned, two more than necessary, as always.

He smiled, taking you by the wrist, and yanked you forward until you fell on his chest, lips locked with his. When he broke the kiss, he licked his bottom lip once. “You taste nice.”

You slapped him lightly on his shoulder, smiling to yourself as you grabbed your purse. “What time is our reservation?”

“In half an hour.”

“Then, we better go.” You linked your arm around his. “I’ll just have you for dessert later.”

The way he chuckled made you feel warm inside. “Can’t wait.”

His jet black Bentley smelled more of citrus and less like bergamot—the perfume he often wore—and you wondered whether it was a rental or he just rarely used it. You didn’t have the strength to care, too busy stealing glances at him during the drive to the restaurant.

Before you stepped inside his car earlier, he lent you his suit to cover your bare shoulders from the night cold, saying, “Stop being so cute,” when he caught you sniffling. Eren had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his veiny arms with his silver Tag Heuer watch glinting along his wrist whenever a passing car shone headlights. He only had one hand on the steering wheel, with another one propped up against the window, unconsciously pressing the side of his index finger to his lips and a thumb on his chin. He drove in silence, his eyes focused on the road but also vacant at the same time.

“Thinking about something?” You questioned since he seemed to be ruminating.

He took a glimpse of your face, the corner of his lips curving upwards. “Just trying to figure out why you keep on looking at me every two seconds.”

You were a bit flustered but kept your composure in check. “Honestly? You just look so good in that suit.”

“Yeah?” He changed gears, a peal of soft laughter reverberating in the air. “Then, what should we do about it?”

“Well, it’s been a while since we’ve had the time for ourselves, what with us being busy with our jobs.” You placed a hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down the silky fabric of his black trousers. “I’m sorry I left you alone for so long, Ren. I’ve always hated going overseas, even more now since I met you.”

Your boyfriend glanced at the way your fingers are reaching dangerously close to the part he had been longing to be touched for the last three weeks you had been separated. “That’s… fine… ” He forced his eyes to go back to the road when a car passed by from his side, honking angrily at him. “I had to go out of town too, so we wouldn’t have been able to meet anyway.”

You bit the corner of your lip, trying to contain a smirk from breaking on your face. He was obviously distracted, but the way he tried to act so reserved was adorable too. “Then…” You tucked some loose strands behind your ear, wetting your lips. “Want me to make it up to you?”

You leaned over to his seat, close enough to be able to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. Eren took a sharp breath when he felt your fingers curling around his length, stroking him gently until he came alive in your hand. “What’s your answer, big boy?”

He caught his lower lip between his teeth as he watched you close, his stomach somersaulting at the thought of your lips, painted in bold red, clamping around his cock. “Yes.”

“Ask nicely then.”

A grin, just as naughty and sexy as yours were, broke on his lips. His demeanor remained pompous, which made him even more attractive when he said, “Please, Sweetheart. I want you to make it up to me.”

“Keep your eyes on the road,” you said, smiling at him as you ran your thumb across his tip.

“Yes, Ma’am.” The last thing he saw before he shifted his gaze on the road was you darting out your tongue.

When you dipped your head, slanting your lips around his head, he let out this small sigh of contentment that urged you to please him more. You slid your tongue across his slit, going down to the side to trace his probing veins, murmuring sinful things against his sensitive skin.

“You seem like you’re in a good mood today,” he comments, returning to his previous position where he only had one hand maneuvering his car, his other arm resting against his window. His voice sounded stable but the way he bit the tip of his thumb to contain his groan betrayed him. “Did something happen?”

“I’m just happy,” you paused to engulf his length completely, bobbing your head twice before letting him go with a pop. “That I get to see you again.”

The way he hit on the brakes was not as gentle as before. Waiting for the red light to go green, Eren leaned back to his seat, his fingers twisted in your hair, tugging softly at your locks as he slightly thrust into your mouth.

“Mmm, Sweetheart,” he moaned, reeling in the sensation of your heated mouth enveloping him. “That feels good—you’re so good at this.”

“You can cum in my mouth.”

“Open up and let me fuck you harder then.”

You roll your eyes. “Always so demanding.” But you loosen your jaw, letting him plunge himself deeper into your cavern. But when a car stopped just three meters away from you, he was forced to straighten up on his seat. The driver—a middle-aged man with a goatee—was nodding his head to the music, both windows of his car opened for him to enjoy the night wind. He noticed Eren’s car, perhaps amazed with how expensive it was, and your lover slid his window down to expose his face.

Shocked, your protest was sitting on the tip of your tongue but Eren held you down by pressing his palm against the back of your head. “Relax. It’s too dark, he won’t be able to see,” he assured you and you grunted in response, which made him titter.

“Nice car, man,” shouted the man.

Eren waved a hand, an innocent smile strapped to his face. “Thanks. I like your tires. Custom made?”

And they began to have a casual conversation as if he didn’t have your mouth wrapped around his cock. He was always like this, a fucking tease, but two could play at this game. You sucked harder around his tip before you went down completely on him, swallowing around his cock. Eren’s grip around your locks grew tighter when he was shrouded in your warmth but his voice was airy when he replied to the man.

“Hey, you’re taking left?” The driver asked. “Might want to re-route, mate. There’s roadwork on the seventh street, probably gonna cause traffic.”

“Aaw, that–” Eren bucked his hips against your mouth. “Sucks.”

You growled at his choice of words. His chuckle resonated deep from within his chest, his hand shoving you harder against his cock.

“You seem all dressed up. Going on a date?”

“Yeah,” Eren answered with a smile. “I’m celebrating my first anniversary tonight.”

“Aye, good for you, mate. Picking up your lady, then?”

“Oh, no, she’s right here.” Before you could react, Eren pulled you back by your hair, raising your face high enough for the other man to see. Heat pooled on your cheeks, your saliva staining your chin. The man’s eyes grew wide, his face painted with crimson but before he could say anything, the light turned green and Eren stepped on the gas.

“Asshole!” You slapped him hard on his chest. “He saw my face!”

“It’s not like we’re going to see him again,” Eren chortled lightheartedly, using one hand to zip his pants. He caught you pouting, and still with his grin intact, he said, “I’m sorry, baby. Want me to make it up to you?”

“You’re an asshole,” you crossed your hands in front of your chest. “But you can try and buy me something nice.”

“I’ll buy you the world if you want me to.” He stole one of your hands away, his lips dancing across your knuckles. “You’ll forgive me then?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe,” he chuckled. “You’re adorable.”

“I’m still pissed at you, by the way.” A lie. It was hard to stay upset when he was acting this juvenile around you. As you returned your gaze to the road, you noticed that he was no longer heading to the restaurant. “Where are we going?”

“Someplace quiet where I can fuck you properly,” he said, answering it so casually. “You don’t think I’m gonna let you go just like that, do you, Sweetheart?”

You scoffed, but you could feel your grin threatening to appear. “Can’t this wait until we get home?”

“I’m fucking you now and I’m fucking you later.” He smirked, changing gears. “It’s our anniversary, isn’t it? We should celebrate it.”

The second he pulled over to an empty parking lot behind an abandoned building, Eren immediately moved your seat all the way back and latched his lips on yours. “Is this your way to celebrate?” You questioned him, giggling against his mouth on your way down. “Taking a girl in an abandoned parking lot? How romantic.”

“I’ll take you to Paris next weekend, how’s that for being romantic?"

“Now we’re talking.” You slanted your lips together, feeling his smile pressed against your own. “Let me be on top this time,” you breathed out heavily when he pushed your lingerie to the side with one hand and stroked himself with his other one.

Eren glanced at you from behind his bangs, his lips bruised from your kisses. He confirmed your plea with a nod and let you switch positions. It wasn’t easy to move around in such a small space that you ended up bumping your head against his chin but the hilarity of it all only added more emotional feelings to be involved. You felt so comfortable around him as if you were dating your childhood friend instead of a stranger you met a year ago. Suddenly, the need for physical contact didn’t matter as much as before. You were enjoying his laughter, blushing when he swatted the bangs out of your eyes and pouting when he told you how ridiculous you looked trying to work this out. You just really loved having him around, enjoyed his company more than you’d enjoy a cup of good coffee.

Maybe it worked the same way with him too because Eren’s eyes were not solely filled with lust anymore. They were soft, tender as they peered into yours. And the way he caressed your face was soothing as if you were the most fragile being he had ever touched in his life.

“Kiss me,” you said, not sure if you could handle his gaze any longer than that. He made you feel vulnerable, made you feel transparent and you were scared of having him look into your soul and find out the secrets you’d been hiding.

He pressed his mouth gently to yours, kissing you so romantically, it sent goosebumps breaking on your skin. He broke away, his lips brushing against your jawline when you were about to deepen the kiss. Then he peppered more to your cheek and your temple before he landed a peck on the tip of your nose. “I’ve missed you,” he confessed in a whisper. “I missed you so much when you were gone. I thought about you all the time.”

You stiffened in his arms. It was very unusual for him to profess romantic words in such a serious manner and you were left speechless, dazed even, at the way he tenderly embraced you. You rested your hand on your shoulders, swatting his hair away from his face before you tucked his strands behind his ear. “I thought about you a lot too,” you meekly replied with a sheepish smile.

It was rare for him to see you act this way too. His heart thumped faster. Every little thing you did made him feel so alive, like a zap of electricity that awakened all of his nerves at once. He caught your face, his thumb rubbing comforting circles across your cheekbone. “Did you miss me?” There was not a trace of amusement or teasing in his voice when he vocalized his question.

“I did.” You nuzzled your nose against his. The sweet gesture caused his stomach to swap places with his heart. You then rested your temple against his, closing your eyes as you whispered, “Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.”

Eren stroked your back, tugging your zipper down until it stopped just a few inches away from your tailbone. “Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me.”

“Hey, you read it!” You grinned like a child. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“Of course, I did.” I would do everything for you. He kissed the front of your throat, making his way up to your chin before he ended his journey on your lips. The straps of your dress slid down your shoulders, revealing enough skin for him to mark on. “You see, I wanted to impress this hot stranger I met at a hotel,” he murmured, cupping your breast with one hand and closing his mouth around your nipple. “Wouldn’t want her to walk away from me so I did everything I could to make her stay.”

“Oh, she’s staying,” you sighed in rapture, tangling your arms around his neck. “She’s staying as long as you want her to.”

“What if I want her to stay forever?”

It wasn’t butterfly wings that fluttered inside your stomach. It felt like fireworks exploding at once. “Huh?”

“What if I want you forever?” He repeated, a bit shakily this time as soft pink bloomed on his cheeks. He seemed to have lost his confidence, not knowing whether you’d like it or not, but when your rejection never came, he took a deep breath and tried again. “What if I never want to let you go? What if I just want us to stay like this, just you and me, forever?” The way he cupped your cheek, gazing at you so deeply and intensely as he spoke those words, nothing could compete with how perfect it was. “What do you think?”

“I think forever is a really long time, but…” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, concealing the fire that bit through your cheeks. “I don’t… hate the idea.”

A sense of relief washed over him, so much that it paralyzed him for a second. “Don’t hate the idea, huh?” He pressed the shape of his smile against the center of your forehead. “One year, and you’re still playing hard to get.”

You giggled. “Sorry. I couldn’t afford to sound too sappy. I’ve got a reputation to uphold, you see.”

“Stop being so damn adorable.” He playfully bit your shoulder, making you laugh just a tad louder. Pulling back, he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours. “Happy anniversary, Sweetheart.”

“Happy anniversary, Ren.”

It felt different that night, the way he held you, the way he moved inside you, the way he made you feel. It was the first time he ever made love to you, truly, and it was both weird and funny to know that it was happening in an abandoned parking lot, with both of you fully clothed except for the parts where you were connected to him.

As he tried to be quiet, you could hear him sigh and curse almost inaudibly under his breath which felt somehow more erotic to your ears. Usually, he would be rough and dominating, sucking bruises until you hissed in pain but this time, he only applied soft kisses on your skin, sometimes peeking out his tongue just to make you shiver. Sex with Eren had never been boring since he knew how to keep his women entertained, but tonight, your senses were taking so much more details because your heart was involved. And so was his.

“I’m—” You quivered, the sway of your hips moving out of rhythm. Being on top of him let you take control and you used it fully to maximize your pleasure. “Ren, ah, I think I’m gonna—” He added the sensation by rubbing his thumb over your clit, almost making you jump off his lap. “Wait—” You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

Knowing that you were so close to the edge, Eren’s hand found home in your hair once again and he brought your lips to his. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses and you lost it. You lost every sense, every control, every thought that you could only whimper against his lips when you came undone, with him following soon after.

Eren muffled his moan by mouthing against the bare skin of your shoulder. His whole body shook under your touch and you let him finish without a word, just pressing your lips lazily against his collarbone.

Your heart was beating loudly, and you wondered whether it was simply because of the intercourse you just had or his last three words. You had known that he was committed to you, just like you were to him, but you didn’t know that he loved you that way.

Eren had his head thrown back, eyes tightly closed as he enjoyed the rest of his orgasm, breathing heavily through parted lips. You kissed him softly on his chin, making him look back at you.

“Hey,” he smiled, a bit drowsy.

“Hey, stranger,” you cooed, fingers stroking his jaw. “How are you feeling?”

“Just a little bit fucked-out,” he imitated the words you once said to him. “Other than that, I’m fine.”

You pinched his nose and he tasted your smile before he let you rest your head on his chest. You spent a minute or two drawing your name on his skin, right above his heart. Then, “Did you mean it?”

“Hmm?”

“When you said you loved me.” You pulled back to analyze his expression, every contort of his face. “Did you really mean it or was it just a spur of the moment thing?”

The sudden defenseless look on his face made you freeze. Eren had always been a little guarded and you’d noticed that, no matter how hard he tried to hide it behind his teasing smirks and mischievous smiles. You just never questioned it because, similar to him, you also had your secrets to bury inside your chest. You thought it wasn’t fair to pester him about it when he’d never force you to spill one of yours. It wasn’t like he was hiding the fact that he murdered people on a monthly basis like you did. Unbeknownst to you, anyway.

“I don’t think I know what love is,” he answered truthfully with his gaze turning just as soft as his voice. “What I do know is that I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Like I said, I think about you a lot when I’m with you. I thought about you even more when you were gone—so much that it freaks me out.”

You quietly laughed. “I think you’re just obsessing over me.”

“Whether it’s an obsession or love, I’m willing to have it.” He cupped your face, eyes peering deep into yours. “I want to feel everything. I want you to make me feel everything.”

“That’s quite a demand.” You gazed down to his lips, tentatively touching his plump lower one with your fingertips. “But as a start, I think I want to love you too, Ren.”

The way he reflected your smile was both beautiful and heartbreaking—as if it was the first time he ever heard someone say those words back to him. He pulled you for another embrace, his lips grazing against your earlobe when he sighed, “That’s good enough for me.”

You giggled, nuzzling closer to him. “I think we’re late for our reservation.”

He chuckled. “We have got to stop skipping our meals for sex.”

“Should we just get some tacos?”

“Mmm, yeah. After one more round.”

“You’re insatiable.”

"Is that a bad thing?" Eren smirked and you mirrored it the same way.

"Not at all, love."

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His trip down memory lane comes to an end when he parks his car on the driveway of the house he has shared with you for six years. Eren sits on the driver’s seat, shuts off his engine, and retrieves back his keys. But instead of stepping out of his car, he lays his folded arms on the steering wheel. With cautious eyes, he takes a quick scan of his surroundings, usually out of habit, but now out of necessity. Nothing seems strange, but perhaps, not yet.

From his car, he can see your movements through the kitchen window. You look beautiful, breathtaking as always, maybe even more as you're celebrating your seventh anniversary tonight—eight, if he counted it from the day he met you. You’re wearing your hair high in a braid, showcasing the skin of your neck that he would love to sink his teeth in and color it purple. But tonight… Tonight he has to slit it open. There would be no bruise, only blood.

The thought makes his stomach churn. It’s so hard to believe that you’re doing the same profession as a living. You, who claim to work as a tech support consultant. You, dressed in your apron and the sexy red gown that he loves. You, with that beguiling smile, seduction in your eyes, his name on your lips, his taste on your tongue.

It’s either you or her. Eren reminds himself. Now that his firm knows the truth, there’s a fat chance that your agency must have discovered his true identity too. Maybe the knife you're using to slice his favorite roast chicken for dinner would be the same blade that ends up driven through his chest by the time the night ends. He can’t tell. He can never tell. Six years you’ve been married to him. Six fucking years and all he could see was the same beautiful woman that seized his heart from the very first night. You are the perfect lover. The perfect wife. You’ve always been.

What he feels for you is real. He knows love because you taught him. He feels it because you gave it to him. You turn the monster inside of him into a human capable of emotions. But now they're just fabrics of lies, aren't they? How would he know that you were just playing a role? Is he just a part of your cover? Or is he your mark, one that you’ve been trying to take down since the first day you met him?

Even right now, it still feels easier for him to forget what Levi said than do what he is ordered to do. But when it comes to killing and being killed, he knows his instincts would kick in. He loves you. He loves you so much, it's sickening. But would he sacrifice his own life just so you can laugh over his corpse and get a new string of numbers on your bank account?

No fucking way.

So he steps down from his car with his handgun pressed securely against his lower back. His bullets are ready to be shot. His fingers are prepared to dance around the trigger. He walks up to his porch with his mind determined, his blood boiling inside. He casts away his heart, the one that loves you, the only one that is human within him, and he never looks back. Right now, he only has one mission.

He curls his fingers around the doorknob, dragging the door open.

“Honey,” he smiles. “I’m home.”

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ichijager13 · 1 year

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Never again

Relationship: Eren x reader

Rating : general audiences.

Summary : One night, Armin brings home a half conscience covered in blood Eren. Having enough you decided to sleep on the couch after picking a fight with him.

Tags: Modern AU, aged-up characters, fighting and sleeping on the couch, some angst if you squint and fluuuuff, Eren is so reckless and he gets in fights often.

1,2 k words

A/N: Hello there, darlings !! First of all, let me thank you for reading and supporting my work. I hope you will enjoy this work.

thank you for your reactions.

PS: I wrote this instead of sleeping.

“Wow, wow, wow what on earth are you doing?” Your dark-haired boyfriend asked confused. Receiving no answer he followed you to the living room where you have already prepared the couch to spend the night on. “You can’t be serious?” He snatched your pillow from your hand trying to get a reaction. Instead, you contoured him and went to the bathroom, and locked the door behind you.

Thirty minutes earlier, you had an argument that ended with you shouting and him rumbling out of the kitchen.

Back to the living room, you found him on the balcony smoking. Noticing you were back he took a long drag before tossing his cigarette. “Feeling better?” He inquired. But you decided you are giving him the silent treatment. You picked up your book after settling under the bedsheets. “Fine, do whatever you want”. He gritted slamming the bedroom door.

You sighed remembering how swollen his face is. Eren has a short temper and never managed to end the week without getting in at least one fight. Last night, he came back with a swollen face and bruised knuckles. What was meant to be a night out with the guys at a pub near your house ended with a barfight. Opening the door, you were met with a drunk and covered in blood Eren.

“We tried to stop him”. Armin sighed. You shook your head before helping Armin get him inside.

You jolt in your place when you hear the door open before he comes your way. You glance at him before you bring back your attention to your book.

“Do you have to do this?” He asked desperately. “I wasn’t drunk”.

You let out an exasperated breath before you put down your book. “Oh, I know you weren’t”. you hissed. “Look, I’m tired of repeating the same speech each time you come back home covered with bruises and half conscience”.

You managed to make him sit on the edge of your bed before starting to clean his cuts and patch him up. you gasped when you notice the wound on his torso but you didn’t say anything. Once you finished, you gave him some pain killer before helping him get to bed.

“Would you please let me sleep?” You added in a cold tone.

“I will, once you get to bed. Our bed”. he emphasized.

“Good night, Eren”. You turned your back to him. minutes later you heard him going back to your room.

It was 2 AM, and unable to sleep, he left the bed. noticing you slept with your book over your chest he smiled softly. He picked it up and place it on the table after marking where you stopped. He sat on the floor watching you sleep. You look so sweet and pure. He always finds himself questioning whether a hotheaded man like him deserves someone as sweet and gentle as you. knowing how heavy your sleep is, he pushed back the strands that fell on your face.

He shut his eyes remembering your decomposed figure hours prior.

“Because you will end up being severely injured or even worst, killed”. You screamed. Your eyes swam with tears. “You need to learn to control your anger Eren. I’m tired of always expecting the worst whenever you leave the house”. You slammed your hands to the table. “My nerves cannot take this anymore. Running around looking for painkillers, fearing one of your injuries might get infected or one day you’d end up getting in trouble with the authorities”. A single tear run down your cheek.

“Well, I can’t let the dude insult me and get away with it”. he raised his tone.

“And you can’t beat people up until they lose conscience”.

“So, you want me to be a pussy”. He crossed his arms.

“I want you to be responsible. For god’s sake Eren we’re no longer in college”. You started putting dishes in the sink. “You can’t expect people to trust you with their close ones when you look like this”. You rinse and load the dishwasher. “You’re the only doctor I know whose face is covered with bruises all the time”. You hissed.

Feeling the need to smock, he left the kitchen in fury.

“I’m sorry, love”. he whispered; lips pressed on yours.

You woke up to the feeling of the welcoming warmth of your lover’s body and his particular scent. A mix of cold tobacco, his citrus cologne, and a subtle scent of formol that you grew familiar with. You pressed your body against him, nuzzling his chest. You loved this man with every bit of your soul. he is a great lover and a highly talented doctor. His only flaws are his belligerent nature and short temper.

You were about to doze off when you remembered you slept on the couch last night. You try to break away from his embrace. “Stop moving, love”. he groaned. Feeling you squirming he lifted his head from your pillow. “Be still, haven’t got enough sleep”. He whined still groggy.

“What are you doing?” You asked irritated.

“Sleeping”. He simply replied before burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Eren”. He only hummed. “Why aren’t you sleeping in bed”.

“Because you’re not”. He finally opened his eyes. “And you know I can’t sleep without you in my arms”. He added before he hides his face back in your neck. “Unlike you”.

“But I’m angry at you”.

“No, you’re not”. His warm breath made you shiver. “That was yesterday”. His lips ghosted your soft skin. “I’ll prove it to you”. A shaky breath left your chest when he nibbled your nape. “I hate it when you go to sleep upset”. He closed his mouth around the thin skin of your shoulder.

“And I hate when you get into fights and come… Ah”. You can feel him smirking against your skin when a low moan left your parted lips.

“I won’t do that again, I’m sorry, love”. his voice was still husky. “I’ll never get in fights again. I’ll do whatever you want”. He sucked on your skin again. This time was harder and you know you’ll end up with a hickey. “Just don’t sleep on the couch again”. His eyes were boring at your soul. “Please”.

You can’t help the tears traveling down your cheek when you notice his face is still swollen. Your hand got tangled in his soft locks and your face nestled in his neck. “Be more careful, please dear”. you hiked up unable to stop your sobs. “This time it was a wound in the chest, thank god it was superficial but who knows if next time it will”. Your other hand’s grip on his shoulder tightened. “I can’t afford to lose you, Eren. When will you understand this”.

“Nothing bad will happen to me, my love. I’m sorry for making you worry this much”. He patted your hair while peppering your body with soft kisses. “I promise I won’t get in fights again, just please stop crying”. He held your face in his hands. “I hate to see you cry”. He breathed brushing away your tears.

You leaned into his touch smiling. “I love you”. you whispered closing the gap between your lips.

“I love you more, love”. he cooed. “How about we go back to sleep? I haven’t got much sleep last night”. You nodded looping your arms around him.

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 • 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞

when you ask your best friend to tag along for an errand run, the day becomes far more fun than intended. An outing filled with laughs, mischief (and a whole lot of flirting) turns into something far more adventurous than either of you expect. With friends like these, who would ever need a lover again?!

content warning and themes: college au, plus size black fem reader, banter and humor, fluff, exhibitionism, mentions of car sex, mentions of alcohol, fingering, handjob, nipple play, slight spit play, him and the reader are super close, lots of sexual tension between them, praise kink (fuck does he exploit it too), slapping, squirting, backshots, pet names, 69, (pretty girl, mama, baby cakes, my love, daddy is used a few times and eren def has a kink for that shit), mutual masturbation, creampie

word count: 8.5K

📝: this lovely commission was requested by @thesilenthill and I have to thank them so much for entrusting this piece to me and letting me have creative control. This was waaay more fun than it should have been but I enjoyed this and I hope that you do as well! 🫶🏾

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Saturday: a day synonymous with fun, relaxation and rest for most. Recharging from the strenuous week. But for (y/n) (l/n), the everyday hustle and bustle of work never ceased. As a full time college student who sold baked goods on the side, you were the epitome of a girl boss. Always making something happen and getting things done all by your lonesome. Still, it didn’t hurt to have some companionship and assistance sometimes..hence why you were sitting at the kitchen table..thick curls atop your head held back by a pink bandana as you looked at the printouts of all your orders splayed out and ready to be dispensed around campus to faculty and students alike. Having spent all morning baking up the sweet treats. You had quite the reputation for your delectable pastries and prompt delivery. So you had to get a move on and get them all out. However, there were a few things that needed to be added prior to that happening so a store run to a few nearby shops was crucial. Walmart for the decorations, Michael’s for the packaging and a bank run for all your earnings. Not too hectic of an expedition but it’d be a whole lot easier and exciting if you had some company while doing so. That’s why you were thrilled when you’d look down to see your phone illuminating and buzzing against the surface, only to see the one person you were hoping would call and you’d never answered a FaceTime faster!

“Good morning, pretty girl! How’s my beautiful best friend doing?”

pearly white teeth and glazed green eyes glared back at you through the screen. That semi-tanned, bare skin glistening underneath the sunlight..probably from a morning run and his long locks tied into its signature style of a half bun and the rest hanging; it was none other than the man you had called your best friend since high school..

“I’m doing great, baby cakes! You’re up before noon, I see. Coach ‘get on your ass again?”

“When isn’t that lil’ sawed off son of a bitch yelling at me? You know the drill sergeant lives to torment the whole team.”

Eren Jaeger: sophomore at St. Maria University, along with yourself and point guard on the men’s basketball team. Here on a full ride athletic scholarship and a total smartass. Always staying in hot water with head coach Ackerman; mostly due in part to his slick mouth and childish antics. Almost always something referring to his height. But he was the best damn player that team had ever gotten. Especially since he led them to a championship with his first year on the team. Needless to say, his spot was solidified. But that wasn’t going to stop his coach from making sure he trained his ass off! Hence why he was up, getting in a morning run. More than likely against his will. But so long as he had his favorite person to chat with, he was good. As per usual, he wasn’t shocked that you answered on the first ring. He knew you were busy doing one thing or another. Hardly ever sleeping, if at all. If it wasn’t some assignment to help maintain that 4.2 GPA or stay atop the dean’s list, you were baking your little behind off and running orders around to the various dorms. You made a pretty good grip and rightfully so, because your cupcakes and cookies were too goddamn good! He would eat himself sick from the freebies you’d give him, hence why he stayed away during the season because he had no restraint. But today, he wanted nothing more than to hang out with his (y/n) and no one else! And not a moment too soon, because you sort of needed his help!

“Well you know you be asking for it, ‘Ren. You can not tell the head coach that he’s fun sized. No wonder that man hates you.” Both of you blurting out into laughter before you could even get the words out. There truly was never a dull moment with this doofus. But that’s what you loved about him, he always kept you entertained. “Anyways! While you’re messing with people...I called to see what you were up to. I’m tryna hang out with my best friend today. Always too busy for lil’ ol’ me. Got her own business and shit now, she doesn’t have time for small fries anymore.” Glaring off into the camera as if he were pouting and making you feel bad. To which you’d only smack your lips and roll your eyes in response. “Oh, you’re so dramatic. Sir, your ass was just here yesterday. Eating all my damn leftover frosting.” “What?! It was good..and I needed to taste test, ‘make sure it wasn’t poisoned.” He truly was a handful when he wanted to be.

“Well I need your help again. Wanna come run some errands with me? I gotta do deliveries today and I need some more packaging stuff to put them in. Unless you don’t have—“

“Say it and I’ll hang up right now. For my favorite girl, imma make time. Now get dressed and I’ll be over there in about an hour.”

it’s always so cute how he got behind you. He would blow off everyone else..bail out on dates, not pick up his phone for his other friends or teammates..but not (y/n). You were the only one he'd drop anything he was doing and come running. Needless to say, it made many of your other female peers despise you and led a lot to believe that the two of you were dating. But it was nothing of the sort. That was your homie and nothing else. You had held each other down since freshman year of high school and never changed up, not once. With no plans to either. Still, it didn’t help either of your cases when you flirted like lovers and even playfully kissed from time to time. Even making the occasional sexual advances toward one another. Or when the two of you would go out clubbing; him with a drink in his hand and the other on your ass as you threw it back on him to Megan or Moneybagg. And with you being a bigger girl, he’d oftentimes get whispers that there’s no way he could handle all of that. That he wasn’t man enough to know what to do with a girl like you. But he did..mounted behind you as he let you twerk on him. He’d keep that stupid grin on his face all the way until the next day, thinking about it too! Regardless, you had a bond that couldn’t be broken and you wanted to spend every second you could together. As basketball season would be back soon and your academics would be keeping you away. So you’d declare the call over, hanging up and heading to get ready. You’d stack the receipts neatly into a pile before getting up and going to go shower. As well as get yourself ready for the day. And something told you..it was going to be one you’d never forget!

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an hour or so passed and as promised, Eren was at the front entrance of your off campus apartment. Only a mere mile away from the school itself. Pulling up in his red and black Camaro that he had so appropriately nicknamed Venom. You could hear him arriving well before you even spotted him because the pipes were so loud, in addition to the speakers thudding from the trunk. He was a show off in every aspect of the word. Whether on or off the court. But alas, you were so happy to see him and when you came out, dressed in that white biker shorts and tube top set that hugged all your curves just right; including the tummy, hips and ass. The titties were sitting just right too. Along with a crossbody bag and Nikes; hair and nails laced as always; your thick, natural curls bouncing around ..and makeup done, he was smitten. Smiling from ear to ear at the sight. “My best friend so damn fine..look at you.” And you’d mirror his sentiment. The six foot three, tanned ball player in shorts, a baseball jersey with a wife beater underneath, bucket hat and Dunks with a gold wristwatch. Looking good as fuck but that was always. It was no wonder half the campus was after him. Greeting you with open arms and your signature handshake, before pulling you back into a hug. One where he gripped the fat of your ass in the process..something that you didn’t mind one bit! It was then that you’d catch a whiff of his Dior cologne. Making you nearly fall to your knees right there in the parking lot. And truthfully, he didn’t even want to stop touching you. Hands resting on your back until you spoke.

“That’s all you, babyboy. Ready to go?”

“Of course..let’s get up outta here.”

but not before he shuffled around to the passenger’s side to open the door for you. To which you’d repay him with a soft peck to the cheek. He was so sweet and chivalrous, it was adorable. Once he made sure you were secure, he’d sprint to his respective side and the two of you were set for take off. Peeling from the parking lot, you guys were ready for the day ahead. Whilst you were sitting pretty in his passenger seat, Eren began to ask you some questions about what all you needed to do and where to go. “That’s all?! You should’ve called me sooner. We could’ve been left.” “And have Coach Ackerman mad at me for interrupting your conditioning? Hell nah. Besides, we have plenty of time. I just finished the last batch so they’ll be fine. Also, now that you’re done, we have more time to hang out.” Which seemed to be the only thing he wanted to hear. Perking up along with forming a grin across his face, Eren continued driving along..content and satisfied as long as you were by his side. “So you were waiting for me? That’s so sweet.” Because whether it was a party or the pastry section of the store, you guys would always find a way to make it fun and interesting. With no telling what type of adventures you’d get into it. “Duh. Who else is gonna keep me entertained?” “You mean get you in trouble?” “That too, shit..” Ready for whatever the day may bring..the whole time though, you couldn’t help but notice that Eren kept stealing glances of you, more so than usual. Looking over as you sang along to whatever was on his playlist. “Mmm, I don’t mind though. You know I love trouble.” Applying your lip gloss and adjusting your outfit with that sexy smirk on your face. And thus, the flirting commenced. He couldn’t help but stare when you were so gorgeous. That body was something serious and he knew it wasn’t right because you were his best friend, but damn, he was having some thoughts he shouldn’t have after that last remark. Even spacing out as you were talking; letting his mind wander to farther..more inappropriate places. That was until you broke his trance!

“ ‘Rennn, are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah. So where are we going first?”

to which you’d respond with Michael’s and he’d do exactly that. Maneuvering out in and out traffic, switching lanes with one hand on the wheel. It was something so attractive about him doing the most simple of things. So much so, it had you chewing at your lip. You wanted to mess with him, especially seeing his cheeks burning red. “You alright, babyboy? Are you good?” Nodding gently in response. And it wasn’t for a lack of confidence to say these things. You were closer than anyone so a filter didn’t exist and you’d gladly reveal your thoughts. The two of you constantly made jokes about what you'd do to the other. Even if it never led to anything. ‘You know I’ll fold your pretty ass up, right? Stop playing with me, (y/n).’ Saying it constantly after you teased him far too long. More often than not because you’d make a comment or brush up on his thighs. ‘Then quit talking and do it. I’m trying to see what you got.’ You even recalled one time where he FaceTimed you after practice and he had just gotten out of the shower. Leading you to tell him to drop his towel so you could get a peak and he nearly did it; rubbing up on his tattooed chest and raking his fingers through his wet hair. That’s just the type of bond you had! However, any more inappropriate ideas or behavior would have to wait as after a few turns and a red light, you guys arrived at your destination. Unbuckling the seatbelts and grabbing your phones, as well as your purse, the two of you began your journey inside of the infamous craft store. Walking extremely close and even trying to tickle you playfully as you walked up towards the entrance. Which he held the door open for you to. Once inside, he took in the sights and crisp air. This most certainly wasn’t his speed by a long shot. His mom would often tell him during their daily phone calls about her trips to the place back home because she was doing some extreme couponing and decided to stock up on Halloween and Christmas decorations during the summer. He had not the first clue what this place sold or entailed but seeing the sheer happiness on your face was all he needed!

“Look! These cupcake boxes are so pretty! And this ribbon, ugh! I love it.” Your enthusiasm drew a laugh from Eren as he watched from the side. “Look at you, getting all excited..so cute.” Truthfully, it had his heart fluttering. Seeing you in a good mood made him feel better. And gave him an excuse to pick on you. “Like an old ass lady.” Prompting you to smack your lips at him. “You’re just being a hater.” Which he’d deny, playfully pouting his lips and shaking his head. “Not true. I’m just making an observation..” also taking the opportunity to steal a glance at your ass you bent over to retrieve some wrapping paper. Being your best friend was one thing but he was a man before anything. Even the smallest and most minor actions from you made him nervous sometimes. He didn’t know how to deal with his obvious emotions for you. Nonetheless, he’d aimlessly and happily follow you around the store..letting you pick up whatever and place it into your basket. By the time you finished, you had a cart full and he had to carry it for you. Or rather, he wanted to. Once you reached the counter, he’d surprise you again by paying for the items, which came to a nearly one hundred total. A drop in the bucket to the son of a doctor but still, he didn’t have to. You were perfectly fine with taking care of it. That’s just how he was when it came to you though. He’d do anything for his best friend and to see that beautiful smile.. “..thank you, ‘Ren. You didn’t have to do that though. I’m good.” As per usual though, he’d dismiss you by sucking his teeth and paying you no mind. He was always taught to never let a woman pay for her things in the presence of a man. That’s just how he operated. Which was a far cry from the losers you had been on dates with that tried to ditch out at the last minute. Sometimes, he really was the only guy you could tolerate and enjoy. With your bags in tow, Eren carried them to the car, placing them in the backseat before sliding around to open your door for you. Another subconscious habit of his that really made your heart flutter and your feelings for him increase exponentially. “Anyways, where are we heading next? Just say the word.” more than willing to do whatever it took to keep a smile on your face. Little did you know just how far he would go to fulfill that promise..

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The day would ensue as normal; the two of you picking up all of the necessary items you needed..taking a trip to Walmart that was nothing short of adventurous. Pushing him around in the cart, taking silly Snapchat and TikTok videos together. You guys were having a hell of a time. During the day, you couldn’t help but to notice how clingy he had been..constantly feeling you up and even coiling his hand around your waist while standing in line. “Get off of me, you’ gone have people thinking you're my man.” Jokingly brushing him off of you but he was very serious. “Fuck you mean? I am your man. We’re married.” Not long after that, you circled back around campus to make all of your deliveries and of course, your lovely assistant was more than happy to help you ensure that each order was filled and the customers were satisfied. It was the most fun you had ever had since opening up shop. Needless to say, the day was a success and now, the two of you were closing it out with a much needed celebratory dinner at one of your favorite spots in town..

“Ren, my love. I don’t know how I could ever thank you for helping me today. You really came through for me..I don’t know if I would’ve been able to make all of those deliveries by myself. You’re a lifesaver.”

(Y/N) was currently sitting directly across from Eren in a booth tucked off in the back of the place. You were nursing a margarita as you guys awaited your orders. It had been quite a long and eventful day so it felt good to wind down, especially with your favorite person. But it did no good to thank him because he was not trying to hear any talks of repayment or reciprocation when it was all but second nature to him. You honestly didn’t owe him a thing. Especially considering the fact that he was the one wanting to hang out with you. Taking another sip of his Coke, he’d do as per usual and dismiss you with a wave. Refraining from any alcoholic drinks as he was the driver. “You ain’t gotta thank me at all. I already told you, gorgeous..for you? I’ll do whatever.” Causing a barrage of butterflies to swarm in your stomach. If it were even remotely possible, your face would be beet red right now! But alas, he had just covered for you when you’d flash him a smile and reach out for his hand. “I’m a lucky girl. I don’t think too many people can say that they have a best friend as amazing as mine.” “Or as handsome, don’t forget that.” He’d utter playfully; rubbing on his imaginary beard and winking. He truly was a character! Suddenly, the waitress would return with two small bowls holding ice cream sundaes, which was what you had been waiting on. Of course, the girl couldn’t stop staring at Eren, nervously trying to maneuver around…the two of you dove spoon first into the sweet treat, you’d continue your conversation and toying with him.

“You know, one of these days..I think one of these girls is gon’ snatch you up from me. You’ve been getting looks all day.” Which he dismissed as always..for someone so good looking, he was incredibly humble and bashful. You’d think that he was just downplaying his attractiveness but sometimes, he really didn’t see what everyone else did. Especially what you saw. Outstretching a tattooed arm with his gold watch brushing the table, he’d simply continue eating; only smirking a bit without making eye contact with you. “Well I’m not worried about ‘em. I ain’t even interested, honestly. Besides, they can’t do shit for me.” Which was crazy because some of them were insanely beautiful; thick and curvy with a lot of ass, some with slender model bodies that looked like they resided in the gym and others, who were probably cheerleaders or dancers. More so suited to be his type. But it was just one thing they were all missing:

“They’re not you so what the hell do I want with them?” Meaning every single word of what he said. Perhaps you guys weren’t dating or even thinking of a relationship but he constantly made it clear that you were the only woman he wanted in his presence. However, you were afraid if you kept lingering around, he’d never get a girlfriend because everyone would assume that you were his lady. Which wasn’t fair. “Eren. Now some of them were probably really nice and you won’t even give them a chance.” “Sure won’t. The last girl I ‘dated’, tried to steal from me and then cried to get out of it. The other one? Fucked my teammate two days after we had sex. I’m good, trust me. No offense but these bitches can’t even get a handshake out of me at this point. Leave me alone.” Prompting you to laugh, which you felt awful about but his expression was so funny. He wasn’t the type to make a huge fuss out of things but he didn’t tolerate bullshit well either. It took twice for him to get burned to never play near the fire again. Truth be told, he didn’t need those types of problems in his life. Basketball was important and he wasn’t about to let some sleazy homie hopper jeopardize it. Not only that, it did him no good to have a woman in his bed when all he could think about was you being there. Even so, he’d only cross that line if you wanted to. Especially considering that if he voiced all of the perverse thoughts that ran through his head on a daily, he didn’t know if you’d be able to handle it. Besides, you guys were extremely comfortable with one another.

“Enough about me though. Since we’re all in people’s business..what happened between you and dude from the football team? You never talked about him.” Something about the mention made you tense up and want to punch the wall. The defensive lineman you went on a date with a few weeks back was strange to say the least. “Because there ain’t shit to talk about. He pissed me off.” But for all of your grilling and interrogation, he wanted to do the same and hear this story. Even being the petty little brat he was and moving over to your side of the booth to listen. Sometimes, he truly was aggravating! “No no, (y/n). Please share with the class. I gotta hear this.” And since it was obvious he wasn’t moving, you’d sigh and tell him how the guy took you out to go see a movie, to dinner at some really cool restaurant and the evening was going well enough until it wasn’t. And with the more that margarita began to infiltrate your system, the less of a filter you had.. “..I knew he wanted to fuck the whole night, it was the only reason he was pressing me so hard anyways and honestly, he was pretty cute so I didn’t mind. He had been bragging about how he was going to do this and that to it so I decided to test him. We ended up at his place and let me tell you..worst five minutes of my life. Didn’t last one round, couldn’t find the clit..started shaking when I tried to give him..you get the picture. I got my shit, left and blocked his number. I was so mad.” But your best friend was intrigued to say the least. Smirking and laughing because he just always knew you were a problem that many dudes couldn’t handle. Hence why he’d always find it when they’d approach him, asking for your number or to hook them up. You were even more selective than he was! “Ooh (y/n)…you a lil freak, huh? I’m scared of you.” Making you gently push him away in the process. That truly wasn’t even your style to do a ton of hookups or even date often but you figured you’d give that loser a chance, only for him to blow it. Thus proving your point..

“Oh hush. You know I’m not like that. But I don’t think I’ll be wasting my time again. I think I’m cool off of men for good.” But it seemed that Eren had the perfect solution to solve both of your problems. “Damn shame, honestly. You deserve better than that..I mean, I could do a better job.” It was painfully obvious to him that neither of you had the slightest interest in any other person, whether for dating or hookups. You spent the majority of your time together anyways. So why not have a little fun..together? “..oh? Is that right?” “You’ll see..” At least you could try and experiment with a person you trusted. The opportune moment would present itself when you took another spoonful of your ice cream and a single droplet just so happened to trickle down onto your chest! Almost as if it were too perfect! “Oh, damnit.” Trying to catch it before it stained your white top. But there was no napkin required when suddenly, you’d find Eren’s face smashed between your breasts, slurping up the trail of liquid and flicking his tongue between them. Completely catching you off guard! Not because you didn’t enjoy the feeling or that it was so uncommon for the two of you to touch like this..but because he had done it around all of these people!

“Eren, what the hell are you doing?!” Your voice shrieking into a high pitched whisper. Although you were trying not to laugh mostly; feeling slightly ticklish at the sensation. Not to mention a bit turned on…

“What? I was just helping..that’s all.” Stating so long after any remnants of the confectionery was cleaned up. His lips tracing against your skin and eventually, his hands joined them. You couldn’t believe that this was happening and right here in a restaurant nonetheless. Luckily, you were in a booth tucked towards the back of the establishment..away from potentially prying eyes and muddled in the background of the dozens of other patrons..lost in menial conversation and laughter. Too busy to pay attention to anyone other than themselves..which was perfect for Eren! Who was currently groping on your breasts, seemingly unable to pull away. Chewing at your bottom lip, you’d smirk; keeping an eye out for anyone that may be nearing your table. For now, the coast was clear and you two were free to continue your deviance. “I mean..that is what friends are for, right? Helping each other out?” Taunting and teasing you whilst gently massaging your plump tits..slowly pulling your top down and exposing your nipples to the cool air. All the while, you couldn’t help but to stare down at him..letting out soft huffs along with fluttering eyes. He would’ve never done something so lecherous and naughty with another girl. He barely even felt compelled to give them a kiss after the date but with the desire for you growing by the second and the constant talks of seducing one another, he figured there was no time like the present to put such a statement to the test. “Any of your little boyfriends ever done something like this?” Shaking your head, you’d let out a gentle whimper as Eren’s tongue delicately flicked around your swollen brown buds; nimble, perfectly manicured fingers cupping underneath those beautiful mounds. “Mmhmm no.” Shooting you a wink before taking each nipple between his fingertips and squeezing. “Then there’s a first time for everything, huh?” He knew that you were the type of woman that adored spontaneity; oftentimes confiding in him the things that you craved for your next relationship and what you’d do once you got your person..more so specifically, how nasty you’d get for them. You loved when a man took initiative to surprise and sweep you off of your feet. To do something fun and exciting..the type that would undoubtedly on a whim, take you on a day trip out of town and do something fun. Or the type to suck your titties and finger you in the middle of a restaurant! Anything to keep the thrill going..

“ ‘Ren…we’re gonna get caught. Oh my gosh—“ “that’s half the fun, isn’t it? Besides, it’s what you wanted..” all bets and consequences with you around. Suddenly, you’d find yourself caught off guard yet again when he slipped a set of digits into your shorts, and began to massage those obviously soaked folds. Even managing to push one inside of you and pump; making you throw a hand over your mouth in an attempt to pacify your moans. The sounds of sloppy, wet kisses, your sloshing juices and his breath could be heard only faintly through the thumping, upbeat music and various voices. You two were lost in your own world as well..actually doing what you had so long sought after and that was claiming one another’s bodies. But you couldn’t let loose the way you desperately desired. Just then, you’d notice the waitress making her way back over to your area and you’d quickly pat Eren’s shoulder to stop him. To which he’d withdraw; rising back upright and helping you adjust your shirt but not before allowing you to lick your own flavor from his fingers. All with the promise of letting him do whatever once you guys got out of here. And he planned to do exactly that….and give you a night you’d soon never forget!

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“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this—oh fuck..”

“Shit, can’t believe we’ve waited this long…”

having made it out of the public eye and nighttime skies, back in the comfort of his apartment, where you were free to do as you pleased. Starting with a brief makeout session in the car..kissing up on his neck and fondling his clothes crotch as he drove through the city. Maneuvering throughout the traffic as he tried to contain his hard on, that was growing far more erect with each passing moment. Even jerking him off from the passenger seat when it came to a standstill downtown. Finally, you’d find yourself on his bed..legs parted and partially nude because he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. Still exchanging slow tongue kisses to the sound of music faintly thumping from his mounted TV. He was still fixated on those big titties as he circulated his thumbs over them. Meanwhile, your palm was still clutching his exposed cock; working his shaft between it as he hovered over you. The realization of what was taking place had set in for both (y/n) and Eren. Honestly, neither of you held a single regret. Whatever happened behind these four walls tonight was you guys’ business and yours alone.

“Lay back f’r me, pretty girl. I wanna see you play with yourself.”

words you never thought to hear coming from your best friend of eight years’ mouth. But truthfully, it wasn’t the first time you had done so. Lying in bed at night, touching yourself to the thought of him inside of you. Pinning your legs back and fucking you all types of crazy. Something you’d never admit out loud but now, nothing was off limits. But alas, you’d do as he asked..bending those thick legs and placing them onto the bed before spreading them as far as they could go. You’d run a hand down your torso and tummy until you reached that plump little pussy, which you parted with two fingers that you had soaked with your own spit. You were so damn sexy to him and it was like a dream turned reality that he had you all to himself. However, there was a reason for his little set of instructions, as he plans to utilize it later on. Before he touched you any further, he needed to know what made you tick, what turned you on and of course, everything he needed to please you. He wanted this first time between you guys to be semi-special because he wanted there to be a next! To be able to make love to you as many times as he liked, even if no formidable romantic relationship came out of it and you guys remained nothing more than friends . He just wanted you to be satisfied…

“..tell me all that you said in the car. All that nasty shit you wanted me to do..” from your tamest of demands to your filthiest, freakiest desires, he was all ears. Setting his ego aside and letting his partner communicate was important to him. He could do all of these intricate moves; touching you here, licking you there but if it wasn’t what got you going then there was no point in you guys taking this step! It seemed awkward but it was necessary. Instead, he’d join you on the mattress as you rubbed on that swollen clit and edged himself along, listening to your demands. From how you liked things just a little rough; being slapped or choked…how giving head got your pussy wetter than receiving sometimes and that you obviously loved having your nipples sucked on. Most importantly, you liked being on top but absolutely loved, being controlled and dominated a bit. It was something about a man being able to handle you like a weightless rag doll that you got you off! “You think you can handle that?” Jokingly stating but he wasn’t deterred at all. Rather, he was more determined than ever. He had no idea his best friend was so nasty. And with all of that pertinent information, Eren knew exactly what had to be done..

“Yeah..come sit on my fucking face.”

demanding as he lied flat against the mattress with his dick standing perfectly erect. You thought he was crazy at first but he mirrored your sentiment. Because too became more aroused when pleasing his partner. It may have been a bit of an obsession even, but he loved eating pussy…shoving his tongue inside of you, working his fingers around and sucking on that swollen bud. All for the payoff of that sweet cum trickling down the sides of his mouth. He knew you tasted heavenly and he wanted to savor you yet again. However, you were a little apprehensive about doing what he asked; afraid you might suffocate him but he was a true man, not a little boy. He could handle that shit and then some! Giving you an encouraging, heavy handed slap to the ass, he’d usher you to turn around and position yourself on his face whilst yours would be buried between his legs. “Don’t look at me like that. Sit that ass on my face, baby. I can handle it.” Locked in a sixty nine position where you both free to fuck each other’s mouths. Grasping his thighs and calves to keep a firm grip, you’d begin by flicking your tongue across his tip; red, pulsating and seeping with pre cum. Oozing all down the sides as you were quick to lap them up. Eventually, you’d start to gain a rhythm..slowly sliding that tongue up and down his shaft as if it were a delicious lollipop. He was grunting underneath you; a sure sign that you were doing a wonderful job of pleasuring him. Honestly, it was the best head he had ever gotten. Meanwhile, his nose was buried into your mound..inhaling the sweet scent of your cunt as he dove tongue deep into your pussy. You were both working in tandem to bring each other pleasure, no matter what. Faint humming and moaning arising from his lips and loud cries erupted from yours. Finding yourself gagging on a portion of that thick cock, you’d spit up and eventually jerk him off. “Eren…oh my god. Eating this pussy so good..fuck yes.” Cooing to him through desperate moans. But he’d only urge you to keep riding his face with those subtle twerks by spanking you. You’d come any minute now if he didn’t stop.

suddenly, you’d find yourself stuffed to the brim with two fingers, pumping interchangeably as they worked your insides..

“Pussy taste so fucking good..can’t wait to feel this shit.”

and he didn’t have to wait long once you began to wiggle that ass on his face, begging him to fuck you already. You needed to feel that dick stretching you out and see what he could really do with it. Could your best friend truly be the one you had been looking for? You’d find out soon enough when he patted your plump cheeks again and told you to let him up so that he could get behind you. Once you were both in position, he’d grasp the small of your back and guide you towards him, watching those fat lips spread open from behind.

“Arch that fucking back for me, baby. Right there—see, you know what to do.” Chuckling to himself as he grasped his shaft and patted it against those folds, teasing the tip up and down your slit until you trembled underneath him. “Mmphm..I need it so bad. Please..” “..what is it? What do you need? Tell me..” it was so expected of him to tease you like this. But it was all as a means to not only get you even more turned on but to establish control a bit. He wanted to hear you whimper and grovel for what you desired. “Erennn, quit playing. Oh my God.” That sweet little voice moaning his name and everything else was the driving force behind it all. When you didn’t answer to his liking, he’d smack it yet again and proceed to ask once more. “I said tell me..what do you want me to do? Use those words.” growing slightly more impatient and anxious himself, as his tip was practically glowing red and throbbing, still sensitive from being sucked and edged on. He was ready to put it to good use. But you were a little hesitant that you could take it! You figured he was packing, that was never a doubt in your mind. But that he was this big? Veiny, thick and eight and half inches. Oh, you could see why half the campus was after him. However, his sights were locked and set on you solely.

“Fuck me…give me all that dick.” Flicking your tongue across your lips to entice him further.

to which he was happy to oblige! Placing his thumb slightly above your asshole, Eren began to ease himself in, releasing a deep, shuddered breath when that warmth began to make contact with his length. He was overwhelmed by how tight and sticky you were but he held his own and was willing to do whatever to satisfy you sexually. Even if it meant getting slightly rough as you requested. You’d grasp at the sheets, face down already because that cock was making home between your walls and stretching you out in the process. The insane part was that he only got halfway before you began to shake, as well as coat him with wetness.

“..damn, and you’re creaming? Shit, (y/n).” But he was merely getting a taste of what was in store. If he wasn’t careful, you’d have him taking up permanent residence at your place and ready to fight any dude you fucked with. But you were certain there’d be no need in spinning the block after getting a taste of him. The guttural groans leaving his throat, the subtle yet deep thrusts causing the collision of your flesh; the thick of your ass against his pelvis..all underneath the dim, fluorescent lighting of the tv. The vibe was right for all that was transpiring and you honestly didn’t want it to end. Fortunately, he had no plans for that..he wanted to take his time and make this moment all the more memorable. After all, he had been waiting a while for this opportunity. To have you throwing it back on him, meeting his strokes, even through rough pounding and hard smacks to your backside. With his palm resting idly between the cusp of your love handles and hip, Eren tugged you towards him, gradually increasing his speed. The thunderous sounds of clapping flesh meshing well with your collective set of moans. Plump lips swallowing him with each one and inside, being met with a pulsating feeling.

“Ahhh..fuck, mama. This pussy’s so good. The best I’ve ever had..”

sounding ever so vulnerable with his head rolled back on his shoulders, fearing that if he caught a glimpse of those bouncing cheeks or that pretty face, he might bust prematurely. Still, he paced himself..wanting to enjoy the experience and let this euphoric feeling take over each of you..and when you began to talk back, praising him for how well he was doing, he nearly lost all sense of composure! Clawing the satin sheets, (y/n) chewed into your lip in a half assed attempt to stifle moans but there was no helping it. You were way too stimulated right now. “Right there, ‘Ren…you’re hitting my spot, baby. Oh my God, I ain’t never been fucked like this.” Crying out with semi-rolled eyes and a quivering jaw..only worsened when he sped up, burrowing himself over your frame with harder thrusts and that thumb pad sinking further into your tight hole.

“Right here? That’s the spot, baby?”

“Yeah, daddy. You fucking me so good right now!”

getting an answer that would only further awaken his inner beast. A smirk suddenly curled across his lips as he became excited at the mention of the name; most certainly strengthening his ego. In and out at interchangeable speeds, you had begun to glaze him in a mixture of cream and silky warmth.

“Then nut all over this dick, baby. There you go..” guiding you by the cusp of your hip; pounding you relentlessly from that point because both ego and cock were inflated by your praise. And he could tell that when he cooed to you, massaging the curvature of your spine, calling you things like baby and pretty girl, that pussy clenched even tighter and gushed even more, almost as if on command. It was as if your bodies were perfectly and equally yoked..like two missing puzzle pieces finally being connected. It was a shame that either of you had waited so long, whether from fear of rejection or respect, to make a move. But you were glad that he had done so tonight. And the feeling was mutual.

“Look at how good you’re taking that dick…letting my shit stretch you like that. She’s so wet..and warm. You make me never wanna leave it.” Confessing in his pussy drunken stupor whilst bending over to kiss down the curvature of your spine. Which sent shutters throughout your entire body, especially when he glided his tongue across the same spot. Inadvertently switching you two to a sort of side fucking position in the process where he hoisted your leg up and told you to keep it there. But what truly made you tick was when he reached around to cup your breasts, gently pinching on your nipples and massaging. You were practically drooling, grinning with a fucked out expression on your face. “Can I stay in it, baby? Give you that dick you deserve all the time?…” sweetly questioning with the flick of his tongue dancing around your earlobe and neck. With the way he was making you feel? He was gonna have to move in now! He was the absolute perfect lover, maybe because he already knew you better than anyone else in this world and all that remained to be explored was your body, which he was willing to take all night and do. “…working so hard, handling your business and shit..and looking so fucking sexy when you do. That’s the type of shit to get you fucked on and spoiled with a real man..what you really need. You want better for yourself, don’t you, baby?” Sliding a thumb between your lips as he cooed softly. It was something about that balance between gentle and rough, that had you melting like putty between his fingertips. And when you begged him to take you; admitting that you were submitting yourself wholly to him, he didn’t disappoint. Knowing you were mere seconds from exploding in his grasp.

“Hnghh! Yes…this your pussy now, daddy. Keep fucking me just like that.”

admitting through trembling breaths as your climax was growing nearer. Feeling how close you were and becoming rather sensitive himself, Eren decided to turn your head to face him, pulling you both into a searing kiss as he reached down to lightly rub your clit. Balls smacking against your entrance and a puddle of frothy white bliss billowing down his shaft and from your tightness. Yet again, without missing a beat, he’d flip you over and fold those legs up, putting them behind your head. This time, with a little more aggression. Almost as if your submissiveness was causing him to become far more erratic. He’d start to huff, grunting as he grew closer to his peak. He’d pull out for only a split second, splattering you with a tiny trail of precum and your pretty liquids. You were trembling but he’d instruct you to hold them in place. “Don’t move, baby. Just stay there..you’re doing so good.”

and just like before, he’d resume drilling your shit and dicking you down.

“Gonna make you come f’r me, baby. Gonna make this pretty pussy come all over my dick. You better do it..wanna nut in it too. Fill you up and watch it drip out. Shit turns me on so much.” nearly desperate in his pleas but that’s what made them all the more attractive. Admittedly, he’d never came inside of a girl because half of them couldn’t be trusted but he loved the idea of his girl being bred by him and when you agreed, he was excited.. His thin gold necklace swaying against your face as it had done your back prior..his lips pressed to yours in a haze of slow, nasty kisses. The type that only could be shared between two people with intense passion… “look at me, pretty girl..” but the second he reached that core, pressing into the pit of your stomach and grazing your cervix, you’d fade out on him and Eren had to all but coax you back. Your nails clawing at his shoulder blades and eyes trailed back with nothing more than incoherent babble coming from your mouth..almost as if you were having an out of body experience. Doing so with some light slaps to your cheek!

“I said look at me. We’re coming together, okay? Same time, baby. Here, take my hands.” Ushering you to rest those legs atop his shoulders and clutch fingers so that he could guide you through that nut..talking you through it as a real man would.

“Good girl…just keep squeezing me. You’re right there, I can feel it.” Meanwhile, you were on the brink of tears from the immense pressure swelling inside of you. Tits bouncing, legs trembling and body a complete wreck of orgasmic bliss. “So count with me. On three, I want you to let go.” Nodding your head in response and he’d place a kiss to your forehead, brushing your thumb pad across his cheek. “Don’t hold back..” and with that, he’d start his countdown. Starting at one, it’d seem like an eternity but alas, you both hit that fateful number and it was as if fireworks exploded, your hearts thudded from your chest and the two of you saw heaven simultaneously. It was hands down the best orgasm either of you had ever felt!..made apparent by the loud, pathetic cries that escaped both of you along with your cum. You squirting all over his abs and him filling you with a long stream of nut. The warmth of being stuffed made it even better.

he was an absolute mess, tears coming down his face to match your own and the two of you just held one another close as you rode out those orgasms; immersed in an ecstasy filled haze. One that could only be found after true love making.

“Thank you, baby. Thank you so much for letting me fuck you like this. I needed that..” sticking his fingers into your mouth to suckle on as you grinned at one another as you basked in the afterglow. It was safe to say that neither you had plans to spin the block on any past partners nor leave this bed anytime soon.

“You know you’re stuck with me, right? Like I’m not letting you go..” admitting as you caressed the side of his cheek. You had nothing to worry about because it’d take something major to pry him away from the girl that he always knew he loved.

“I’ve been here all this time..nothing can separate us now.”

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