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can I request bcs of eren with a black girlfriend please, it doesn’t even have to be super long if u don’t wanna write a lot lol

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Eren "I worship the ground my pretty girl walks on" Yeager. When I tell you this man is obsessed with you, I mean he is fucking obsessed with your pretty ass. He genuinely thinks you're the most perfect girl to exist and spoils you with whatever you want whether that be his attention or him paying to get your nails done etc., hence the nicknames; my pretty girl, my perfect girl, angel, and my spoiled princess.

Having Eren as your boyfriend means that he is your personal hype man. It doesn't matter the time or place he will hype you tf up. Whenever you get your nails done, hair done, lashes done it doesn't matter what you get done just expect Eren to be there hyping you tf up and throwing you compliments left and right. He's just so amazed at how beautiful you are it's really not his fault. And even when your hair and nails etc. aren't done he still hypes you up because you're most beautiful in your natural form and takes every moment to let you know just how gorgeous you are. So if you're ever feeling insecure expect Eren to be there to remind you just how flawless you are.

In addition to having Eren as your hype man he is also your personal photographer and damn does that boy know how to take good pics. Whenever you want to take new ig pics just ask him to take them for you, he'll be more than happy to.

He takes every god forbidden opportunity to brag about you to his friend and mom. You met his mom after you left, his mom told him that you're definitely the one for him he was so happy he almost cried.

Eren loves spoiling you, he's the type of guy to hand you a few racks and tell you have fun. You've tried telling him on several occasions that you can pay for yourself and hand him his money back but he insists he pays. Don't even bother trying to hand him his money back it's just gonna end up with him convincing you to take it.

He comes with you to get your hair done so that he can spend more time with you and also so he can be the first to compliment you.

His main love language is touch so expect him to always have his hands on you.

He loves watching you apply lip gloss on your plump juicy lips, there's something about the innocent act that just turns him on. He likes when you have lipgloss on when you two make out it just makes things a little more fun.

He clears his schedule out so he's free on Sunday's so that he can help you out with washday, he absolutely adores your natural hair he thinks your curls look so pretty on you. He'll learn how to braid your natural hair along with learring a few other simple styles. You caught him watching a YouTube tutorial about learning how to cornrow once.

He's always willing to oil your scalp and give you scalp massages, he does it so well that 98 percent of the time it ends with you sound asleep in his lap.

He is in love with seeing your skin glow during golden hour the first time he saw u during golden hour he could have sworn you were an angel.

He is extremely overprotective of you, he never wants you to get hurt or taken away from him.

He gossips with the aunts at the cookout, they be talking mad shit about everybody and they mama. 😭😭

This fucking fatass Eren brought like 8 plates back home with him after the cookout.😭✋🏽

Overall he's the perfect example of "nice to my girlfriend and an asshole to everyone else"

hate sex with suna rintarou — mdni

summary: suna made your life a living hell the moment you joined the EJP coaching team, and he loved every second of it. after months of dealing with his torment, you finally call him in your office to end the feud once and for all.

cw: smut, unprotected sex, hate sex lol [2.4k] afab!reader

HQ MASTERLIST — OSAMU || ATSUMU

“a word in my office, please?”

suna rintarou looked over his shoulder towards his teammates preparing to leave, a smirk plastered on his face, “am i allowed to say no?”

with a soft close of your eyes, you shook your head at the man before turning your heel, heading towards the only place you found safe from his torment, while ruining it in the process as you invited him in.

suna loved to torture you. you didn’t know why, and to be fair, he wasn’t exactly sure either. he took pride in being able to get under your skin so easily, yet you always covered it up without a second thought, and it pissed him off. you’d always offer a simple smile to remain professional despite his insulting words and he couldn’t figure out why.

curiosity filled him more on where exactly you drew boundaries, and as much as he loved to ruin the gym floor you recently cleaned with his muddy shoes, you never seemed to speak up. constantly letting him walk over you as if you were a doormat grew amusing to him, and he swore that he’d continue until he no longer could.

even provoking you during practice became a habit of his. whether it was refusing your advice or stretching on his own accord, nothing ever pushed you far enough to give him that reaction he so desperately wanted from you. for his ‘sweet little coach’, yn, to snap.

and perhaps you would have snapped earlier if you hadn’t noticed his late stays in the gym alone, where he specifically stayed out of eye to practice the advice you had given him earlier. or maybe how he’d immediately switch up when you came into view, his façade returning along with insulting words.

not only was suna rintarou a rude man, he was complicated as well. his mixed signals did nothing but confused you, and in the process he confused himself as well. you realized that only weeks after meeting him, and he had came to the same conclusion about you.

because as you pondered on sunas real goal while watching him practice alone, he wondered why you didn’t use your authority against him.

being a coach, you could easily bench suna; suspend suna. you could do anything to ruin his career, yet you don’t. always improving his game and including him in each of the sets. his attitude was endless, yet you didn’t budge.

not one bit.

although he complained about following, he still found his legs following yours, eyes trailing down your back and to your hips as he’s done countless times. the bounce in your walk becoming way too familiar as he watched you closely, shamelessly to any open eyes but your own.

closing the door behind him, you approached the front of your desk, leaning against it with crossed arms. the disappointing look you displayed was something he had grown accustomed to, something he learned to love throughout the many months of knowing you.

his body stood far, but it still seemed to tower over you. anyone in this situation may have responded differently as he radiated self-proclaimed authority over you, yet you didn’t seem to care. his ego meant nothing to you.

the smirk on his face irked you enough though, as he dug his way into your nerves without saying a single word. the hold from rolling your eyes being a burden, one he always seemed to force you to carry while in his presence, and he knew that.

“to what do i owe the pleasure?” his voice snaked it’s way into your ears, sarcasm rolling naturally off his tongue as it normally did.

“is there something i did?” you asked, finally sparing the man a glance, one he didn’t know his body was begging for silently until received, “anything to earn this disrespect from you?”

the snap within you he yearned for seemed to approach, the malicious look he presented becoming even more as you continued to press on.

“i try very hard to be reasonable, to be a good coach, yet,” your words trailed off as you shook your head, refusing to blame yourself for a grown mans actions, “you don’t seem to care.”

“i do care.”

“do you?”

his feet slightly danced beneath him as he observed the surroundings of your office. the small accent pillows decorating the seats, or the small polaroids of your outside life stuck on the wall. he took it in as he wondered how to approach your confrontation, taking his sweet time so that your remaining patience ran thinner.

“you annoy me,” he admitted, taking a few feet closer while still avoiding your gaze, “so much.”

“i’ve done nothing but do my job.”

“and you’re annoying.”

standing up from the desk, you felt the heat rise to your cheeks in anger. his body came closer once you stood, his hands resting in his pockets as he stared smugly down at you.

“you have no right,” pressing a finger to his chest, his smile grew even bigger, “absolutely no right to treat me the way you do.”

suna knew how he felt about you. his actions towards you made no sense in his mind, but he knew what he longed for. those puffy cheeks you gave him were enough for him to recognize the rare beating in his chest, and maybe the tightness of his pants. how your screams at the team were nothing more than fuel to his imagination of you in his bed, muffling around his cock.

your finger continued to dig deep before his hand grabbed it, the tingling sensation in his body growing as his perverted thoughts grew once more at the feeling of your soft skin, “i have every fucking right to feel the way i do.“

his feet moved forward, forcing yours back. the angered look now turning into hesitation as your backside hit the edge of your desk, legs voluntarily spreading so he could stand between them.

“i hate the way you hug komori after each practice,” running his hand up your side and to your face, he gripped your jaw tightly toward his, “and i hate the way you let tatsuki drive you home some nights.”

“and that’s my fault?” your words were hot against his lips as he held you close by the waist, eyes staring into yours, tension thick against your skin as his nose brushed against your own.

“it’s all your fault.”

breaking the gap, his mouth crashed onto yours viciously, hands gripped your waist as he wasted no time to grind against your core. your arms wrapped around his neck as he growled in the kiss, fingers carding through his hair with a harsh tug.

suna knew this would happen eventually. he refused to not have his way, no matter how long it took. maybe you knew it was going to happen too when he secretly locked the door as he closed it, but it didn’t matter now as his tongue invaded your mouth greedily, saliva combining as your head fell back with his force.

“touch me after practice,” he grumbled against your skin as he made his way down your neck, relishing at the moans you let out as he marked his territory, “let me drive you home.”

he played with the buttons of your shirt before tearing it off, attacking your breast with his mouth as his fingertips dug in the arch of your back, “tell me i’m better than them.”

“you want me to lie to you?”

the clasp against your back was let go easily as he began to remove your pants, neglecting his own clothes as you whined, pushing your hands away from the hems of his shirt.

“let me take care of you,” his words were muffled against your stomach, pushing your back onto your desk and pulling the rest of your clothes as you kicked your shoes off, “i can take care of you better than they can.”

“i doubt it.”

playing with your now exposed folds, the needy spread of your legs formed a tent in his pants as he salivated at the thought of finally being able to taste you, “you won’t be saying that soon, pretty girl.”

he groaned as his face met your cunt, the wetness he’d already cause between your legs enough for him to cum on the spot. you tensed against him as he searched for the perfect spot, his long digits finding home within you to add to the pleasure.

“say my name,” he hummed against your clit, the vibrations tickling you in the perfect way, “scream my name.”

“f…fuck.” your body curved against the desk as his fingers curled against your sweet spot, sucking on the spot near your nub that had your clenching the most.

“what’s my name?”

“su…suna, ‘m gonna, fuck,” your angelic cries had his free hand leave your hip to palm himself through his pants, precum already leaking through, “suna please.”

“that’s not my name, baby.” his words were condescending as you lifted your head to pull him closer to your clit, his eyes staring back up filled with a troublesome glint of lust.

“rintarou, please, please,” your words were broken between each pant as your climax was near. his smile was felt against your slick as he increased his pace to fulfill your pleads, “feels s’good.”

“there you go, baby.”

your walls clenched against his fingers as his tongue slid down to collect your new liquids, his hair messy as it left your hands. your head fell back as your body relaxed, your heaving chest blocking the view for only moments before he stood over you.

completely clothed, his smug look never faded as he observed your naked body shake below him from just a single orgasm, “damn, when’s the last time someone fucked you?”

“what the fuck does that mean?” you propped your body up with irritation, his patronizing words once against digging deep under your skin.

he laughed in response as he tore his shirt off, your eyes widening at the way his muscles flexed against his other movements. removing the rest of his clothing swiftly, he made his way towards you with his cock in hand.

you were shocked, to say the least. he was large, bigger than anyone you’ve had before, veins thick against his girth as he pumped himself a few times, precum smeared against his tip from his arousal.

“you gonna answer my question, pretty girl?”

his hands found the small of your back once again as he laid you down gently, his sudden change in demeanor giving you whiplash as he watched you from above. rubbing his tip against your swollen clit, he threw his head back at the pleasure, grinding himself against your wetness before swearing to corrupt you completely.

“it’s been a while,” you admitted as he continued to press against your sensitive spots, his length finally finding your core, but not pushing through, “fuck, it’s been a while.”

“how long?” his eyes focused on your reaction as his tip slowly slid in, the slow and small thrusts entering you forcing your eyes to roll back from the stretch.

“months,” you breathed out, embarrassment filling your cheeks, “almost a year.”

he laughed once more, except this time it was different; as if he was baffled. his thrusts became harder, watching as you continued to swallow him whole inch by inch, the wet noises already filled the room as his balls slapped your skin when he fully entered, eyes clenching tight at the sensation.

“untouched for a year?” he mumbled to the ceiling, his hands gripping harshly against your plump thighs as the desk began to shake against his intensity, “i’ll make sure that never happens again.”

his pace was hungry as sweat filled the strands of his hair, eyes focused on how your tits bounced, or how your hands were pulling his shoulders closer to you. your nails successfully found his back as his chest flushed against your intimate skin, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you felt rewarding as your cries grew louder.

he sucked in a sharp breath as you pulled your legs up for a better angle, biting his lower lip to muffle any noise leaving his lips.

“what’s my name?”

“r…rintarou,” you whined as he pulled out fully, slamming back into your hips continuously to see the broken look of your features.

“louder.”

“rintarou!”

his muscles tensed at your touch, your walls tightening close around him, pushing you both into that peak you were seeking.

“almost there, pretty?” his hands rubbed your tender thighs, the gratification at the weak shake of your head sending him over, “good.”

his movements became harsher, yet sloppy. the end neared as you finally contracted against him, your orgasm pushing him into submission as he folded forward even more. clenching against him, milking every drop of his seed into you with the friction of each thrust. the spasm had him push one last fuck into you, stars filling his vision as you looked towards him lovingly.

a look that disregarded any ill words exchanged from the last few months, a look that spoke of a growing love.

his lips attacked yours once more as he still sat inside you, a combination of both of your arousal dripping onto the desk from your shaking thighs.

“suna rintarou,” you spoke softly against his plump lips, his green eyes watching yours with care as his hold against your waist kept you close.

“say the words, baby,” he whispered, every ounce of negativity that once filled his body now nonexistent as he finally obtained what he longed for, “say the words and i’m yours.”

“suna rintarou,” you repeated, stroking your hand against his jaw, “i’ve been wanting to do this since the day i met you.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah,” giggling at his sudden change in energy, you dealt the final blow, “starting today and ending three weeks from now, you are suspended from any official games that EJP plays in.”

“what-“

“if your behavioral issues continue, you’ll be arranged a meeting with the rest of the supervisory team and your position may be re-evaluated.”

pushing him off your body to grab your clothes that littered the floor, you peaked over you shoulder with the same look he gave his friends minutes prior, “that is all, suna. you may leave now.”

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Controlled

Sequel to Restrained but can be read separately

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Romance

Summary: After you edged him multiple times during sex, Eren was only eager to get his revenge on you. He wants to tie you up and wreck you apart until you cry, begging for your release. So when he takes you out to celebrate his birthday together, things won’t turn out as you expected it would be.

Content Warnings: Rough unprotected sex, having sex while being recorded, bondage, creampie, use of sex toys in public, daddy kink, dirty talking, praise kink, humiliation, degradation, tit-fucking, thigh riding, choking, squirting, face-sitting, exhibitionism, having sex while being high on marijuana, cunnilingus, foot job, blow job, praising, deep-throating, spanking, cum play, heavy swearing, alcohol consumption, smoking weed.

Word Count: 10k

Happy birthday, Eren! 🥳🤩🎂🎉Here's an early gift!

Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart (follow her on Twitter)

Eren is an angel who kisses like the devil.

He is power and amazing grace all at once with his lips eagerly parting yours, his tongue darting out to steal every bit of your taste, but he pulls away before you get to savor his. He kisses you with his hand holding you firmly by your neck, fingers curling tight enough for you to remember just how hard he fucked you last time, choking you until his name came out in a broken whimper. He kisses you with his hand sliding back to your nape, moving up to twine his fingers harshly against your perfectly styled hair, keeping you in place when you’re about to repay his passion with the same fervor. He kisses you like fire, burns you with desire, and leaves you like smoke, ending it so abruptly that you feel disoriented, shocked by the sudden loss of his zest.

“Hey, baby,” he says, his voice melodious, a seductive symphony that lights your skin on fire. His face still hovers close enough for his breath to caress your lips, making them tingle—craving for something more than just the aftertaste of his kiss.

You blink your eyes slowly, your soul returning to your body once your realization dawns on your face. That kiss—that strangling, breathtaking kiss—was just a form of greeting. A way for him to say hello, and a promise that your lips will never be able to form the word goodbye, only please, I want more, kiss me again and make me yours.

Eren was knocking on your door just a minute ago, standing in the hallway of your dormitory to pick you up on a date. He’d closed the bridge between your bodies in a sultry kiss before neither of you could utter a word.

Although navy blue is his favorite color, he knows well that you love him harder in black and that’s what he’s giving you. Black suit, black button-down shirt, and matching black Oxford shoes that look just as expensive as the watch he places around his wrist. His attire makes his jade green eyes stand out more radiant than usual, his chestnut hair pulled back neatly into a bun with a few baby hairs falling over to his temple. He’s gone all the way at dressing himself up for the occasion as he’s going to be celebrating his birthday with you again after you both became lovers three years ago—ones that exchanged body heat in the backseat of his car, ones that shared giggles between breathless moans, ones that bid farewells with I love you instead of see you soon.

He wears a different perfume today, you notice, making him seem less sweet and boyish, more mature and intoxicating. His scent evokes the natural freshness and vitality of the ocean, fresh and consuming at the same time, and maybe that’s why you can’t seem to break away from your haze.

He may kiss like the devil, but he smiles like an angel—one that’s never sinned, when in reality, he’s fallen from heaven a long time ago, clipping off his own wings to create sins with you. And once that smile alters into a smirk, the magic shatters.

“I don’t mind being stared at like I’m the only man in the world,” he coos, voice dripping with honey and allure. He has one hand propped against the doorframe, and another one trapping your chin, his thumb gliding over the lip-gloss that coats your lips. “Actually, I am, aren’t I, baby? The only man in your world.”

You’re staring at him, dazed eyes glued to the beautiful shape of his mouth, watching the way his lips move but unable to comprehend a single word. His tongue peeks out to wet his lower lip, the yearning in your eyes makes his desire to ravish you burn even stronger. He draws his lip between his teeth as a way to stop himself from sinking into temptation.

“Keep staring at my lips like that,” he whispers, leaning closer until his words are painted directly on the skin below your ear. His velvety voice turns deep, dark as the night. “And I’ll rip this dress off of you and fuck you right here,” he takes your earlobe between his lips, moaning a little mmm before he continues with his words. His fingers curl around your throat, palm pressing against your pulsating vein. “Right now, where everyone can see.”

The thing with Eren is, you’d think he was joking with his words, but if he was given the chance and the permission to do so, he would absolutely do it. He’s the devil after all. To him, there’s nothing more exhilarating than to have people witness just how much you belong to him, how much you are trapped under his spell, how much control he has over you—body, mind, and soul.

Eren doesn’t belong to you.

You belong to him.

Your lover slides his hand from your thigh to the curve of your waist, pushing up the fabric of your dress to reveal enough skin to anyone who passes by. Lucky for you, no one seems to be around at the time. Your roommate Annie isn’t here either, and it’s so tempting to just pull him close and drag him down to your bed but Eren stops you before you can even start.

“But that can wait,” he says, breaking away. “We shouldn’t miss our reservation.”

He has booked a table in a beautiful rooftop restaurant of a five-star hotel, where you can dine together under the night sky, overlooking the skyline while you uncover the secrets of the stars. You’re not sure how he has all the money to pay for it—but then again, his parents are quite wealthy.

A week ago, he left you a bit baffled when he said that he wanted to celebrate his birthday with you—only with you, and no one else. “What about your parents? Or your friends?” you asked him with a frown as you leaned against his side at the backseat of his car, spending time together before your next lecture started. “Don’t you think they’re gonna be upset? They care about you a lot.”

“Is it so bad…” Eren leaned in close to cup your cheeks with both hands, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours. “For me to want to spend my special night with the person I love the most?”

Your heart thrashed madly but you kept your face still, only allowing yourself to mirror his sweet, juvenile smile. You were beyond elated but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction to tease you for it. “Oh, so you love me the most?”

“Well, actually, Barbara Palvin holds first place but since she’s not available—“

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

You feel honored, overjoyed to have him as your boyfriend, which is why you try your best to be the best girlfriend in return. You’ve worn your fancy, backless dress, styled your hair to look naturally wavy when it took you a whole hour to make it seem that way. Your make-up is much more sensual than usual, making you look both expensive and bold.

By the look of it, Eren wants you just as much as you want him now. The more you act reserved, the harder he’ll chase after you. You can’t help but feel like you want to push him to the limit, just like what you did to him last week. You can still recall how rough he was in bed after you edged him multiple times. You’d do anything to have him fuck you in that way again.

“Okay,” you reply nonchalantly, snatching your purse from the counter. “Shall we go, then?”

“Sure, after you wear this.” Eren hands you over a black gift box with a red bow wrapped around it.

You take it in your hands with your forehead creasing in confusion. “What is it?”

“Your anniversary gift.” Mischief returns in his eyes. “I know our anniversary is not until two weeks from now, but… I got too excited.”

With knitted brows, you open the box, only to find yourself staring wide-eyed at the present.

“Or should I say,” he corrects with a naughty grin, “My anniversary gift.”

***

Eren is a devil in disguise, one that tastes like sinful desire.

He seduces you like one, with the way he places his hand on your exposed thigh as he drives his Ford. His fingers lay securely on the inner side of your thigh, his thumb stroking back and forth on the supple skin while he maintains his eyes on the road. “I love this dress on you,” he praises in a husky voice, eyes glancing at the red thigh-high slit dress you’re wearing. “You’re gorgeous.”

Sure enough, the color compliments your skin. The silky fabric hugs you perfectly in places he wishes he could let his lips wander. The dress comes with strappy back details, showcasing enough skin on your backside for his eyes to feast on. Eren lets his hand linger a little too close to where you want him the most, causing your breath to hitch in your throat when he slides his fingers to the valley between your legs, two digits skimming up and down your clothed heat. He only does it to tease, removing his hand at once when he notices you stiffen at the touch.

“I hope there’s no traffic ahead,” he says, keeping his smile to himself as he rests his hand on his gear instead. “I’m starving.”

You are too, for something else entirely.

He enjoys having these effects on you. And after what you did to him last time, the way you made him plead for your touch and beg for his release, you know just how much you’re affecting him too. Two can play at this game. You can lean over and pull down his zipper with one hand if you want to. You can have his cock coming alive in your mouth as he tries to concentrate on not driving past the red light. But then what? You’re only going to give him the satisfaction of having his power over you, knowing that you’re the first one to give in to temptation. You’re not going to yield just like that. He can tease you all night but if he wants to have his name slip past your lips in a sultry moan, he’s going to have to ask for it.

So, you keep yourself composed and simply mumble back. “Yeah, me too.”

That’s what you’re planning to do for the rest of the night. However, when you both are seated at your table, a male waiter approaches you with a bottle of champagne in his hands, and you know you’re about to lose your game. Because Eren has one thumb on the remote control, a wicked smile on his lips, and a lustful gleam in his eyes.

And he presses the button.

The underwear he’s given you as your—his—anniversary gift, suddenly starts to vibrate. You have expected it coming when you decided to wear it, knowing full well that your boyfriend would use it in public. But you’ve done that before so you came prepared. You knew how to keep your face straight even when you were drowning in pleasure. But right now, it’s different. This new sex toy he bought you—you didn’t expect the vibration to be this… intense.

You’re not sure whether it’s because of that very reason that you feel your body reacting ten times more sensitive than usual, or if it’s because your boyfriend is using a vibrator on you in the middle of a fancy restaurant, right in front of an innocent young man who’s now lighting up the candle on your table.

The garment of your panties is glued perfectly to your skin, making sure that the tiny, curved clitoral stimulator is sitting snugly against your body. No matter how hard you try to stay reticent, your body still jolts when you feel it shake the first time. Your eyes naturally dart to your boyfriend, a scowl forming quickly on your temple once you witness the triumph on his face.

Stop it right now. You speak through your eyes.

Okay, baby. He answers with a wink, but then you feel him switching the intensity, giving you the same sensation his fingers did a few nights ago. You chew on your bottom lip, your glower turning even more menacing. Eren brings his hand to his face, fingers covering his lips as a laugh nearly escapes him.

“How are you feeling tonight, Mr. Jaeger?” The waiter greets with a polite smile as he pours some wine into Eren’s tall glass.

“Never been better,” he answers, never taking his eyes off you. “How are you feeling tonight, baby? You look like you’re… enjoying yourself.”

Fuck you. You answer with your glare but your smile is saccharine sweet. “Of course, baby. This place is beautiful, I love it.”

Your clutch around the menu tightens until your nails turn white. Every time you lock gazes, Eren returns your ice daggers with a flirtatious look. Once the waiter leaves the table to get you your appetizer, you drop the menu book harshly on the table. “Eren—” You’re ready to complain with a growl but you have to refrain yourself at the last second when your boyfriend calls back the waiter.

“Sorry,” he says to the man with freckles on his face, ignoring the part where you try to kick his shin underneath the table. “Can you tell me the name of this wine?”

“Oh, this is Pol Roger Brut, Sir,” the waiter answers, completely oblivious to the way you’re now gripping tightly at your napkin, your fists clenching above your lap.

“Wait, is this the same champagne brand that they chose for Prince William’s wedding?” Your boyfriend asks, feigning curiosity.

“Why, yes, Sir, indeed. They also chose this one to celebrate Prince Harry’s wedding.”

“Huh, interesting.” Eren smiles, so innocently it’s disgusting. “It tastes a little bit like citrus.”

“Yes, Sir. It’s—“ The waiter’s words are interrupted when your body jerks and you accidentally knock your hand against the table. Eren just changed the setting again, this time messing around with its speed. It's getting more intense, sending immense waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. It’s borderline terrifying from how quickly it gets your thighs shaking in thrill. “Is everything all right, Ma’am?” The waiter immediately asks in concern, watching your face turn pasty. He must have been wondering whether you were feeling unwell, when the truth is, you’re just drowning in shame.

You can’t believe you’re about to cum in a family restaurant.

“She’s all right, Marco,” Eren says, reading the nameplate that’s strapped to the man's uniform with the filthiest grin on his lips. “She’s just… loving the wine just as much as I am.” The devil casually leans back on his seat, almost slouching even, as his thumb hovers once again over the remote. He’s tapping random buttons just to watch your face contorts in both pleasure and horror.

You have your fingers clawing against your thighs. “I’m—I’m fine,” you try to showcase a reassuring smile as you squeeze your legs together. The amount of pleasure that washes over you makes it hard for you to find your words but you manage. “Sorry, Marco, is it? Could you please leave us for a moment? We’ll call you again when we’re ready to—”

“What’s the special for today?” Eren smoothly cuts you off, switching the vibration mode and setting it up to maximum speed before he tosses it back inside his pocket. Without a single look of remorse fleeting across his face, he makes a steeple of his fingers, laying both hands on the table as he pretends to be giving Marco his full attention.

“Oh, umm…” Marco still eyes you worriedly before he spins his head toward your boyfriend. “We have Crevettes Sauce Boursin, Sir. It’s shrimp sautéed with sun-dried tomatoes, corn, and leeks in a garlic herb cream sauce.”

“Perfect,” Eren replies. “I’ll have that one. Honey, would you like it as well?”

Fuck. Your toes are curling, your thighs quivering as you feel your orgasm building up fast. “Y-yes.”

Your stutter echoes like music to his ears. Eren watches you with hungry eyes, biting the corner of his lip to stop himself from snickering at the sight. That look on your face, the way you look so humiliated, and yet, so eager to seek release… It turns him on.

Ah shit, his tongue probes against his cheek as his eyes size you up and down. I want to fuck her so bad.

He wonders if you’re dripping wet, drenching that new lingerie with your juices. You have no idea how much he wants to drag you to the nearest bathroom, shoves you inside one of the stalls, and takes you from behind with his fingers buried deep inside your mouth to stop you from making sounds. God, you look so fucking gorgeous tonight. Your make-up, your loose hair, and that fucking dress. He wants to ruin it. He wants to ruin you. Wants to have your lipstick smeared to your cheek and your eyelashes painted by his cum.

But he needs to be patient. Tonight, it’s all about revenge. He’s going to make you beg just like what you forced him to do last week.

“But baby,” Eren coos, batting his long eyelashes. “Didn’t you say you’re allergic to shrimps?”

Stop talking to me, oh my fucking God. A moan almost breaks free when you feel submerged under the stimulation he’s giving you, but you cover it up quickly with a cough. “Excuse me,” you say with a laugh, trying to stand on wobbly legs. “I, umm… I need to fix my…” You can’t even finish the words. You just snatch your purse and leave your table in such haste, it leaves Marco frowning in confusion.

“Sir, are you sure she’s okay?”

“She’s fine,” Eren confirms with his heavenly smile, watching you from behind and biting back his titter when you almost trip over your feet. “She’s just… a bit excited, I guess. It’s my birthday today.”

“Oh, congratulations! So, you’re celebrating tonight?”

He chuckles, eyes darkening with lust. “Not yet.”

***

The second you step into the women’s restroom, you run and lock yourself inside the nearest cubicle. You have one hand strapped against your mouth, your legs squashed together as you feel your orgasm approaching. Your hand finds the door, stopping yourself from falling as you can feel your strength leaving your body. When it comes—the feeling of ecstasy hitting you at once like the storm—a mewl departs from your lips but thankfully, it’s not loud enough to attract attention.

It’s one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had in your life, and you had it in a bathroom of a restaurant where you should spend your time celebrating with champagne and a fucking plate full of Crevettes Sauce Boursin.

“That bitch,” you mutter under your breath once you’ve come down from your high. Removing your underwear with one hand, a grimace replaces the blissful look on your face when you notice just how soaked it is. This is so humiliating but you can’t find the power to stay angry. You can’t deny the fact that Eren, as always, just gave you the pleasure you didn’t know you could experience. And again, you’re not going to give him the joy of having you dance in his palm. Staying upset would just make you look pathetic. You need to level up your game. Snatching the still vibrating sex toy away from your panties, you wear back your lingerie, fix your hair and clothes, and exit the restroom while sporting a nonchalant look.

When you return to your table, you see your boyfriend still slouching on his seat. His smirk is strapped permanently to his face, one hand buried inside the pocket of his slacks, and another one settled on the table. He has the remote control between his fingers, twirling it as if he’s playing with his car keys. “Took you a while,” he comments, clearly amused. “Did you moan my name when you cummed, baby?”

You toss your hair over your shoulder, putting on a facade as you place back your napkin on your lap. “I didn’t,” you reply, your face unreadable. “Because I didn’t cum.”

He snorts. “Liar.”

“Well, I didn’t.” You drag your eyes down from his face to your menu. “I just threw the toy away and fixed my make-up.”

He squints his eyes suspiciously at you, straightening his back. “I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care.” You stop a female waiter that passes by. “Hi, sorry.” You toss her a sweet smile, blatantly ignoring your boyfriend whose smirk begins to falter little by little. “I’d like to order.” The waiter takes out her notepad, listening intently as you read. “For my starter, I’ll have some mussels cooked in white wine, and for my main course…” You pretend to contemplate your decisions, but your body speaks a different story. Sliding your right foot away from your pump, you stretch your leg far enough to caress his thigh.

Eren jolts when he feels your foot rubbing against his crotch, your toe grazing against his zipper. You can feel him watching you as if he was trying to burn you alive. His jaw tightens as he sits still, trying to ignore the delicious friction you’re giving him.

“Sorry,” you direct your word to the waiter but you keep your eyes on him, lips twitching into a grin that’s just as devilish as the one he displayed earlier. “What’s the special for today again?”

You continue to rub him underneath the table as you listen to her answer. It doesn’t even take him thirty seconds before you can feel his length starting to take form, straining against the fabric of his pants. Your smile is everlastingly sweet, even when you can feel Eren’s heavy gaze on your face. “Oh yes, that’s right, Crevettes Sauce Boursin,” you repeat her reply, pressing your foot against him a little harder than intended. Eren’s body lurches forward from the sudden pressure, his knees almost bumping against the table.

That hurts, you bitch, his eyes seem to say and you almost laugh. “I think I would like to have Saumon Fumé instead.”

“Excellent choice, Ma’am. Would you like anything else? For dessert, maybe?”

You turn to face him, your lips pursing as you try to hold back your grin. “I don’t know. Would you like anything else, honey?” You mimic the way he called you earlier, even the mockery in his tone.

“No, I’m fine.” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. His hand finds your ankle, gripping it tightly when you’re applying dangerous strokes against his bulge. “I already have something else planned for dessert.”

“Oh, you do?” Your tongue peeks out to wet your lip before you bite the corner of your lip, knowing how it drives him insane. “And what is that?”

“You’ll just have to wait to find out, honey.” Eren turns to the waiter, the corners of his mouth quirking up. “That will be all, thank you.”

The second the waiter takes her leave, he drops his angelic smile and smacks your foot away. “You almost crushed my balls!” He hisses, eyebrows furrowing in anger but you only cackle in return.

You can play this game all night long.

***

All jokes and teasing aside, feelings are running rampant, sexual tension is thick, and you both are struggling to let go of control. You’ve been stealing glances, your heart runs a little bit faster whenever your gaze meets his. Despite his earlier behavior, the devil has returned to his angelic side once you’ve both finished with your dinner.

Eren, as observant as ever, notices how you shiver slightly from the cold. He rises from his seat, shucks off his suit, and covers your shoulders with it. Subtle things like this don’t happen often. It makes your cheeks warm, your expression seeming a little too bashful when you thank him for it.

“Seems like somebody is getting shy,” he says, rolling up his sleeves to showcase his veiny arms.

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

You chat over a glass of wine, with his eyes occasionally darting down to your lips as you speak, just for a split second before he returns them to yours. Moments fly by so fast that by the time you check on your phone, an hour has passed by just with you exchanging conversations.

There’s live music playing in the background—a soft jazz rendition of Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me to The Moon. Eren grabs you by the hand, brushing his lips against your knuckles before he asks, “Will you dance with me?”

Your mouth tweaks in a coy smile. “I can’t believe you’re playing Prince Charming after what you did to me an hour ago.”

When a peal of his laughter resonates in your ear, you’re reminded of the reason why you fell for him so fast. “Would you rather have me go back to playing the devil?” He intertwines your hands together once you’ve placed his suit on your seat, leading you down to the dance floor. “I mean I can just fuck you right here.”

“Mmm, very tempting.” You land a hand on his shoulder as he settles his on the dip of your waist, your other hand tangled around his. “I think I’ll just settle for a kiss for now.”

“Well, since my queen requested it.” He kisses you softly on the lips, where he can feel your lips forming into a graceful smile just as much as you can feel his. It ends with him placing a playful peck on the tip of your nose before he widens the gap.

Eren sways his body from side to side, matching his steps to the slow beat of the song, and you follow his lead effortlessly. It’s almost magical, the atmosphere you’re in, slow dancing to a classic love song underneath the starry night sky. There’s amber in his viridian eyes, reflecting the lights of lanterns that illuminate the place. He’s ethereal, every part of him is, especially when he gazes at you with affection in his eyes.

“I don’t mind being stared at like I’m the only woman in the world,” you echo his words back to him.

“You are the only woman in my world,” he says, his gaze turning tender. “Thank you for going out with me tonight. I know you’ve been busy these days.”

It’s not a trick. You can witness the sincerity in his words. “Eren, it’s your birthday. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you mirror his smile. “Thank you for taking me here. This place is beautiful. I can’t believe you remember when I said I wanted to go here.”

“Oh, you said that? I didn’t know.”

You share giggles, already accustomed to his sense of humor. Once your laughter has dissipated, Eren leans in, close enough for the baby hairs on his temple to brush against your fringe. “I love you,” he whispers, closing his eyes as he presses your foreheads together. “Thank you for being in my life.”

“I love you too, Ren.” Happiness dances through your thoughts, causing your stomach to somersault in delight. “Happy birthday.” And when he kisses you again, delicate lips meeting softer ones, you wish time could stop for a moment. But even dreams have to stop eventually, and just like waking up from your sleep, you find it hard for your eyes to focus on him when he ends the kiss.

“I have a present for you,” you whisper, keeping your lips close to his as you speak. “It’s custom made and it took me a week to get it done so I’m a little bit late but I think it should be delivered to your apartment by tomorrow morning.”

“Oh?” He kisses you again, slowly, unable to withstand the temptation. “Can you tell me what it is?”

“It’s a surprise.” You pull away from him, widening the space between you. Any longer than that, and you won’t be able to stop kissing him.

“No, you can’t keep me wondering all night,” he whines before he displays his best puppy eyes. “Tell me about it, please? If you tell me yours, I’ll tell you the other surprise I have planned for us.”

“You have another surprise for me?”

“Mm-hmm. So, how is it gonna be?”

You’re tempted to keep him guessing because that naughty smirk on his lips looks so sexy on him. “Fine,” you sigh. “I made you some coupons.”

“Coupons?”

“Yeah.” For some reason, you can feel your cheeks burning up. “They’re, uhh… Use-me-as-you-please coupons.”

“What?”

“Don’t laugh at me but—” Now that you have to explain it out loud, you realize just how stupid this whole idea is. It was dumb of you to trust love advice coming from a stranger on the internet. “Since you can basically buy anything you want, I’m trying to give you something that only I can give you. So I made you some coupons that you can use on me. You can get, like, a free massage or ask me to cook you a special dinner or something. Some of them are blank too so you can fill them out however… you… want.” Your voice dies when you see his eyes glint in mischief, his crooked teeth peeking out behind his lips.

“However I want?” he repeats, his eyes shifting down to your lips again. He traps your chin between his fingers, pulling them down so you have no choice but to part your lips. He bites his lip as he catches sight of your tongue, wondering how it would look with his semen pooling inside your mouth. “You sure about that, Sweetheart?”

You can see the diabolical plans he has running through his mind right now, every bit of it is sexual, you’re sure of it. When he sees you nodding, he grins. “Well, I gotta do some research then.”

“What research?”

“Just, you know…” He slides one hand down your back, casually caressing your behind before he moves it back to your hip. “The things I want to do to you in bed.” He closes in on you, whispering into your ear. “You better start coming up with a safe word, baby, ‘cause I won’t stop no matter what you do. You want Daddy to take control, don’t you, baby girl?”

The fact that he can talk like this while still slow-dancing with you in the ballroom is beyond you. He chuckles, saying, “You’re so cute,” before he backs away. Right before the song ends, Eren gives you a sudden twirl that ends up with you almost losing your balance. He catches you in his arms, beaming at you like a child. “Swept you off your feet, didn’t I?” You slap him playfully on the chest in response, earning you a few deep chuckles from him.

“Now, here’s your surprise.” Releasing your body, he slides his hand inside the pocket of his pants, snatching a card and holding it right before your eyes. It’s a key to your suite, one that he has booked at the same hotel for the night. “Will you spend the night with me?” His smile is a bit too sheepish that it feels almost out of character.

“I’d love to, Ren.”

***

It’s only natural for you to expect your lover to push you against the wall once you enter your room but, to your dismay, he doesn’t lay a hand on you. He doesn’t even seem to be interested in doing so, which ultimately, leaves you perplexed. Eren simply unlocks the door, pushes it open, and waits for you to step inside. Closing the door behind you, he follows after your trail without a word.

“I’m going to take a shower,” you say as you let his suit slide down your shoulders, turning around to show him the knot that ties your dress together behind your back. “Can you untie the strap for me, please?” Of course, you could do it yourself, but you’re trying to give him signs that you want his hands on you.

Unfortunately for you, Eren doesn’t take the bait. He just hums in response, retrieves his suit from your hands, and lets it drape over one arm as he unfastens the strap that sits low on your backside. You can feel his fingers lingering a few seconds too long on the dip of your spine, hoping that he’ll let his hand wander just a little bit lower to cup your behind with his large palms. But Eren only says, “Done,” and walks away.

Damn it, you click your tongue in vexation. You remove your heels, intentionally taking your time to make it more obvious that you’re giving him an invitation to chase after you. Eren doesn’t even bother to look. He only plops himself down on the sofa, resting both legs on the large coffee table before him, and retrieves a plastic bag from his pocket. It’s filled with a few pre-rolled joints, you notice. He snatches one, settling it between his fingers as he rummages around for his lighter.

“I can’t believe you brought those.”

“Jean bought too much so he gave me some,” Eren answers, places the blunt between his lips, and lights it up. He takes a drag, tossing his head back as he paints clouds of smoke in the air. “Ah, fuck, that feels good,” he moans, smiling to himself. “Babe, can you turn off the lights? It’s too bright here.”

Great, now he’s completely distracted. With a defeated sigh, you do as he says. The second you switch off the lights, your chagrin leaves you at once. You’re awe-struck, impressed at the scenery that spreads widely on the other side of your window. Your room is located on the thirtieth floor and the city lays out like a carpet made of diamonds underneath. The windows don't just go from floor to ceiling–they are the walls. Sure, the translucent glass can make some people feel too exposed, but at the moment, you don’t mind. You’re just too captivated by the gorgeous cityscape to care about anything else.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Eren’s voice chimes in, his joint resting idly between his fingers. “My brother, Zeke, got married in this hotel and he rented out the entire floor for our family to stay. So I spent a night here and I was mesmerized by this view.” He brings the ashtray to his lap, tapping the ashes off his spliff as his smile turns bashful. “I, uh… I thought you’d like it too so I brought you here.”

That wasn’t… something you’d expected to hear, not from the devil himself. Eren has been acting sweet and thoughtful all night, his words tugging on your heartstrings. Maybe this is the reason why he’s not touching me just yet, you ponder. He wants to make it… romantic.

On a different occasion, you would’ve shuddered at the thought. Eren Jaeger and the word romantic don’t seem to belong in the same sentence. But right now, contentment warms you from within and you take a few strides toward his spot until you’re looming above him from behind the couch. Eren lifts his face in your presence, gazing at you with his skull resting on the couch.

“Thank you,” you say, lowering your head to close the gap. You can taste the earthy scent of marijuana on his lips as you kiss him upside down, moving your lips languidly against his before you deepen the kiss. Eren breathes heavily through his nose when your tongue slithers inside his mouth, his left hand going up to your face to slip his fingers between your strands. It’s sensual, the way you kiss him, one that will leave him unsatisfied once it ends. He robs a moan from your throat when he parts your lips wider, your mouth clasped against one another perfectly that you wish you could stay like this forever.

You try to get him under your spell but once the kiss ends, it’s you who’s left hypnotized. “Aren’t you going to take a shower?” He asks in a whisper, his fingers skating over your glistening lips.

“Yeah…” You’re so tempted to lean down again, tasting the flavor of his mouth once more. His lips—no, his entire being to you is like a drug, addicting, leaving you delirious when you can’t have him the way you want to. Funny how you’ve slept with him so many times and here you are, wanting him like a forty-year-old virgin dying for a touch. But maybe it’s exactly because you’ve embraced him that you start to want him more. Your body already knows how good he can make you feel, and it’s telling you—begging you—to stop playing hard to get and surrender yourself to him.

“Go then,” Eren says with a faint smirk, faster than you can make up your decision. “I’m still gonna smoke for a little bit. I’ll join you later.”

Never have you ever felt so disappointed in your life. He might as well just say that he’d been cheating on you for three years and it would probably feel the same.

“Okay,” you state out a little too coldly. You walk away from him, shucking off your dress with the biggest scowl on your face. You make your way to the bathroom, throwing your clothes without a care, and drenching yourself under a stream of hot water to calm yourself down. Eren doesn’t follow you with his eyes, but if he had noticed your expression, you know he would’ve laughed. And he is laughing, though you’re no longer in the room to witness it. You think he was trying to be romantic? No. He just wants you to beg. Which is why he isn’t going to join you, despite his promise. But it’s okay. You already know he won’t.

But damn it, you want him. You want him so bad that as soon as you've finished taking a shower, you wrap a bathrobe around your nude body and dry your hair as fast as you can. You redo your makeup, keeping it light but applying the boldest shade of red on your lips to make them look more inviting. Satisfied with your look, you march your way back to the bedroom.

Eren is still lounging on the couch, barefooted as he lights up his second spliff for the night. It’s only been around fifteen minutes since he began to smoke. The drug has entered his bloodstream but it will still take another fifteen minutes more to peak. Even so, his posture is relaxed, his eyes turning half-lidded as he stares vacantly at the city lights. Eren doesn’t get high easily, as he does this often, but you can see a hint of euphoria shimmering in his eyes.

He notices you walking toward him but he doesn’t say a word. It’s only until you’re sitting on his lap, your legs pressed together on one side, that a smile graces his lips. “Hey,” he greets, drawling out his words, “That was fast. I thought you were going to draw yourself a bath—”

“Eren,” you cut him off, turning your body to the side so you can face him properly. He watches the way your eyes fall to his lips, the tip of your nose nearly brushing against his. Kiss me, you want to say the words, but you decide to let your body speak for you instead.

You kiss him with a surprising, sudden force, your mouth opening his, not asking, demanding. You can taste the combination of burnt weed, smoke, and paper in his mouth and Eren blindly places down his cigarette on the ashtray and removes it to the side table so he can use both hands to knead on your skin. For a moment, he allows himself to be swallowed by your passion, your limbs tangled around one another with a sense of urgency. His hand finds your face, cupping your cheek as he forces you to give him your tongue. His other one roams down your body, unfastening the knot around your waist and letting your bathrobe slide off your shoulders.

Eren’s deep chuckles reverberate from his chest. “So impatient,” he mocks against your neck, tongue darting out to taste a hint of the jasmine soap you lathered on your skin ten minutes ago.

Annoyed by his attitude, you press one hand against the front of his throat, pushing him back down until he has his spine plastered against the couch. “You act like you’re not interested,” you taunt him back, one hand holding him by the neck while your other one slides down to cup him over his trousers. You can feel his tent forming underneath your palm. “But you’re honest down here, Mr. Jaeger.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.” Eren tilts up his chin, smirking arrogantly. He exhales heavily with a deep mmm when he feels your fingers choking him a little harder. “You’re threatening me, Sweetheart?”

“No, of course not,” you croon in return, your sinful grin matches his. “I’m just letting you know that we’re both too old to play this game. How about I ride you instead?”

He didn’t expect you to bluntly say the words but it comes as a nice surprise. “You want to ride me?” Without warning, Eren lifts your body with his hands holding you firmly by your waist. He settles you back down on his lap with his right thigh trapped between your legs this time. “Go on, then.”

The mischief in your eyes vanishes without a trace. “I was talking about riding your tiny dick, genius.”

“You’ll get to do it when I allow you to do it.” He pats your cheek, and you swat his hand away with a baleful glare. “I’m sure my thigh is enough for you right now. Think of it like you’re giving me a lap dance. Seduce me, baby. Turn me on. Make me beg for that tight little pussy of yours like last time.”

God, this asshole, you bite back your anger. “Fine, then.” You lean forward to kiss him, your teeth harshly nibbling on his lower lip as your fingers threaten to crush his windpipes. When you release him, his lips are bruised, red but not from your lipstick.

The material of his pants feels silky smooth against your heat, a stark contrast to how harsh his teeth are grinding against the spot that connects your neck to your shoulder. Your instinct takes over you, and you abandon all control. Desperate for friction, you start to roll your hips forward, feeling the graze of his fabric against your bare cunt.

Still keeping your hand on his throat, you grind yourself on his thigh again, reminding him just how good you’re going to ride his cock later on. You use your free hand to reach over to the side, snatching his neglected joint from the ashtray. Bringing the roll up to your lips, you take a long huff before you draw it away. You remove your hand from his neck, trap his chin between your fingers and drag it down, blowing the remaining smoke into his mouth. Eren loves how audacious you’re being, your wetness leaving stains on his fabric, your bathrobe sliding down your body low enough to have your breasts exposed but your stomach concealed.

“Like what you’re seeing?” You ask with a thick layer of seduction misting your enchanting eyes.

“Of course.” He reciprocates with a smirk. “My baby girl is a fucking goddess. Can’t wait to ruin that pretty face later.”

“If you can.” You take another drag before you place the joint back on the ashtray. You face the ceiling, releasing smoke in the air while giving him the sight of your exposed neck. It takes him everything not to latch his mouth against the column of your throat and sketch bruises on your skin.

He tries to distract himself by hooking his fingers around your necklace and tugging you down to slant your lips together. The kiss quickly turns deep, with him sucking on your tongue and you taking a fistful of his hair. You unfasten his hair tie, carding your fingers through his loose strands, wanting to make him growl in pain from how hard you’re tugging on his roots.

Your plan fails miserably, however, because Eren is laughing.

You pull away with a frown. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just…” His laughter is reduced to titters. “What is up with you and my hair? I thought you liked my bun.”

“I do like your bun. But now that it’s longer, I love you better with your hair down.”

“Wrong,” he scoffs. “You should love me just as hard no matter how I look.”

“I love you the most when you keep your mouth shut, how about that?”

He snorts, shaking his head in amusement. His little “Rude,” turns quickly into a gasp when you kiss him ferociously again, successfully making him groan this time from how hard you’re yanking on his hair.

“I do love whatever hairstyle you’re sporting though,” you speak out in a sigh as Eren dives down to suck bruises on your neck. Your hips are moving on their own, riding his thigh like it’s the only thing you know how. “Except if you’re bald then maybe we need to have a long, thorough—ah, yes, right there—discussion.” You place his hand on your breast, guiding him to squeeze you tightly by keeping your palm pressed against his knuckles.

“You know when I love you the most?” He murmurs against your skin, a moment before he clamps his mouth around your hardening nipple. “When you walk into your class with your panties drenched and my cum buried inside you.”

“You and your breeding kink—ah—” You moan at the sensation of him sucking hard on your bud. You tighten your hold around his strands, guiding his face closer to you. “Eren, fuck me,” you breathe out, eyes closed, body melting underneath his hands. “Fuck me before I change my mind.” He was this close to succumbing to your wish, but that last taunt causes his haughty smirk to grow back. He stops doing everything at once, leaving you mewling in protest, your nails almost sinking into his chest. “Why are you stopping? I’m telling you to fuck me.”

Eren leans in to whisper in your ear. “Well, I’m telling you that I’m not some slave you can order around,” he says, his voice sounding perilous. “Get down on your knees.”

It’s not a request, it’s an order and you find yourself yielding to his words. You can fight him back and in other circumstances, you might do it. But you’re so damn tired of playing his game. He’s been teasing you all night and if he wants to pay you back for what you did to him last time by making you his sex doll for the night, making you cum over and over again until you’re sobbing out his name—is that really so bad?

No, it isn’t. It’s not bad at all.

So there you go, on your knees, your bathrobe completely discarded on the floor with his pants and boxer briefs following not long after. You let him keep his shirt on, only unbuttoning completely so you can marvel at the ridges of his abdomens whenever you want to. You curl your fingers around his shaft, stroking him to his full length. Within seconds, he’s hard and heavy in your hand, twitching slightly whenever you run your thumb over his slit. His pre-cum stains your pad and there’s this urge within you to steal a taste, but Eren, grabbing back the spliff from the side table, says, “Don’t use your mouth.” He brings his blunt closer to his lips. “I want to fuck those tits.”

“I can’t even get a taste?” The naughty twinkle in your eyes is so obscene, he wishes he could take a picture of you right here, right now, with his cock pressed against your cheek, your hand stroking his thigh, your eyes misted with lust as you yearn to have his taste in your mouth.

“Don’t worry.” He takes a drag and exhales once before he answers. “I’ll be sure to fuck your mouth later on that by the time I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to speak.”

You hum in content as you grant a kiss on his tip, your crooked teeth showing behind an impish grin. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He leans back on the couch, smiling derisively at you. “So be a good fucking slut that you are and do what Daddy says.”

He’s called you names before in bed, sure, but never with that word. Eren is always more fond of praising instead of degrading you in bed, which is why when it happens, it lights your skin on fire. His submissive side is adorable, but when he’s dominating you and looking at you like you’re a low-life who’s not worth a sliver of his attention?

Fuck, I’m so turned on.

Tucking your damp hair behind your ear, you lean forward and catch his cock between the valley of your breasts. You squeeze your mounds together, moving your body up and down. “Spit on it,” he says, and you let your saliva pool in your mouth before you let it dribble onto his cock. Eren watches the way his throbbing member slides easily against your chest, still with his blunt resting between his fingers, occasionally taking a puff every now and then. His expression doesn’t say much, to the point that you start to worry whether you’re doing this wrong. Desperate to get a reaction out of him, you tuck your chin and wrap your lips around his tip.

“Getting desperate now, aren’t you, baby?” Eren starts to chuckle lightly between his words as the effect of his cannabis begins to kick in. “I thought I told you not to use your mouth.”

You taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, gliding your tongue across your bottom lip. “I just want to see how long you can keep your face like that before I make you cum.”

He snorts but you can see the muscles in his stomach tightening at the stimulation you’re giving him. His hips start to move on their own, rubbing himself against your chest, loving the way you moan around his mushroom head. “Dart out your tongue,” he states and you do as he says. He bucks his hips harder, making sure that his tip rubs against your tongue whenever he thrusts upward.

You giggle. “Getting desperate now, aren’t you, Daddy?” Without his permission, you’re climbing back onto his lap. You stand on your knees, trapping his thighs between your legs before you grab a hold of his cock and rub his tips against your pussy lips. “Why don’t we just cut to the chase and get this pretty dick inside me?”

He smacks his palm against your ass, morphing your giggle into a surprised squeal. “Let me taste that fucking cunt first.”

As he slouches down on his seat, you rise until you have your knees pressed against the backrest, your heat hovering right before his face. Eren grabs both of your ass cheeks, grasping them tight and spreading them wide apart as he guides you closer to him. A satisfied sigh departs from your lips when you feel his mouth clamping hotly against your wetness, tongue circling your clit before it slides up and down your folds. You want more, want to have his slick muscle probing against your entrance so you widen your legs, your fingers moving to his head, pulling him away by his hair. He groans, looking up at you with a scowl.

“Lean your head back, Daddy,” you tell him with lust residing heavily in your eyes. “Want to ride your face this time.”

Eren snorts. “Needy little slut,” he comments, but he angles his face upward, permitting you. He relaxes his jaw, tongue darting out so you can make use of it as you please. You rub yourself harder against his face, body shivering a little when you feel the tip of his nose grazing against your clit. This position makes you feel so exposed but instead of making you feel flustered, you just feel more aroused.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” You tease him, biting the corner of your lip to stop yourself from simpering. “Like the way I taste?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Eren smacks your behind again, growling against your skin as he hungrily laps up your juices. Oh, the thrills of being ravished by him like this—you will never get tired of it. He’s so good with his tongue, so talented at making your clit swell, but it’s not enough. It won’t be enough until you have his cock pulsating inside you. “Ah, Eren, I want you.”

He pulls away, spitting onto your cunt once before he runs his fingers along your folds. “Want me to fuck you?” He pushes your thigh to the side, spreading your legs as wide as he can and slipping two fingers inside at the same time.

You squirm in discomfort, the friction burns. Sometimes you wish he could be a bit gentler, but it seems like you’re both past your limit tonight. “Yes, please.”

He drives away his hand, his fingers coated with your slick all the way down to his knuckles. With a sudden pull, Eren forces you down to sit on his lap again. His hand finds your throat, holding you down like a prisoner while he pushes his fingers against your lips. You part them open, lapping on your taste and running your tongue along his pads.

Eren watches with dark eyes, his voice turns gravelly when he speaks. “Promise you’ll be good this time?”

You nod, sucking on his thumb. “I’ll be whatever you want.”

“Bad girls will get punished.”

“I promise I’ll be good, Daddy.”

“All right. Grab my belt for me.” He nudges his head toward his discarded pants on the floor. Your heart jerks violently at the anticipation. He’s going to… tie me up again?

“What, scared?” Eren sneers, reading your expression. “I won’t hurt you this time, baby. I’ll be gentle.”

You almost laugh. You both know that he’s anything but gentle when it comes to sex, even during your first time. “As if you can.” You jump down off his lap, kneeling on the floor as you snatch his belt out of the loops. “Here.”

Eren returns to his feet, towering tall above you with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He takes the belt away, staring down at you condescendingly. “Hands in the air.”

You comply without a word, raising both hands above your head. “Wish I had worn a tie tonight,” he tells you as he unclasps his belt, “Would’ve wrapped it around your neck so I can pull you around and treat you like a fucking bitch that you are.”

You swallow hard. There’s no mercy in his eyes as he means his every word. He binds your wrists together with his belt, wrapping it tightly so that you can feel its leather digging torturously into your skin. Your face contorts slightly in pain and you know he notices it because he’s smirking in satisfaction, enjoying how pathetic you look. “So much for being gentle,” you mutter.

“What’s pleasure without a little pain?” He asks back with a coquettish smile. “On your feet.”

Releasing a harsh breath, you stand up, facing him with a little glower breaking on your face. “I suppose this is your revenge for last time?”

“Maybe. Turn around.” His tone is always light, playful, and you know that he’s having fun just as much as you were back then.

Your body is now facing the rectangular coffee table that stands just as tall as your knees, its size large enough for your whole body to lie down on it. Each frame is crafted of forged wrought iron with a thick, tempered glass being used as its tabletop. It’s transparent, crystal clear to the point that you can see the fibers of the polypropylene rug that lays underneath it.

“Relax, baby.” You can feel Eren’s hot breath caressing your shoulder when he leans close to gather your strands in one hand. He has snatched back his abandoned hair tie from the couch, tying your hair up in a messy ponytail. “As much as I love seeing you with your hair down, I don’t want it to get in the way.” He throws back the words you said when you did the same thing to him during the time you restrained him in bed. “Besides,” he yanks harshly on your hair, leaving you with no choice but to face the ceiling with your face contorted in pain. His lips move against your ear. “I can hold you like this when I fuck you.”

God. It’s been a while since he goes all-out with his dominant side, and you can feel your body trembling in excitement. You love it when he’s like this. Love it so much that maybe you should stop acting so tough and just indulge him for the rest of the night, letting him do whatever he wants with you.

Yeah, I should do that.

“One foot on the table,” he says and you oblige, maintaining your balance with one foot on the carpeted floor and another one pressed flat against the tabletop. Eren stands behind you, jams two of his fingers into your mouth without warning, and chokes you with them. “Come on, make them wet.” He makes sure they’re coated with your saliva before he drags them away, moving them down to rub the aching spot between your legs.

Your breath catches in your throat. Eren doesn’t waste any time, plunging his fingers deep inside you and stretching you out without waiting for you to adjust. There’s pain at first then pleasure next, and it’s so intense, you’re beginning to worry. If you cum too fast, he’s definitely going to ridicule you about it.

You bite your lip to stifle down a moan, your legs almost closing around his hand from how fast he’s pumping his fingers inside you.

“Now, now,” he purrs right beside your ear. He has his chest pressed flat against your spine, one hand fucking you and another one taking possession of your breast. “Keep those legs open, baby. I want to see you dripping your cum all over the table.”

He sounds so sexy in your ears, sultrier, and more dangerous than ever. The little growl he lets out when you don’t obey him right away, the impatient snarl, and his overall low pitch voice that reeks masculinity—every breath he lets out sends goosebumps breaking all over your skin.

Eren crooks his fingers towards your belly button, easily finding your sweet spot that makes your body jolt in reaction. “So cute,” he laughs lightly. He adds a firm pressure, his fingers swaying in a come hither motion that makes you feel like you’re standing at the edge of the cliff, about to fall fast and hard. “Don’t hold back,” he urges you, planting a wet kiss on the sensitive skin underneath your ear. “Squirt for me, baby. Cum on my fingers and I’ll fuck you real nice with my cock. You can’t wait, can you?”

His scandalous words like honey to your ears, his sensual touches like fire to your soul. He’s applying more force, pumping his fingers faster and your entire existence is suddenly concentrated upon a blissful feeling forming at your center. “Do it,” he urges, moaning lowly with his teeth grinding against your earlobe. “Fucking cum for me, baby.” There’s a burst of pleasure erupting from the bottom of your stomach and you feel something drenching your thighs. With his fingers still thrusting in and out of you mercilessly, fat droplets of your cum stain the glass, and you watch in shame, mortified by the sight.

“Oh, shit,” he laughs mockingly, “Look at you, baby, dripping all over the table. Does it feel good? Hmm? Squirting on my fingers like that?”

He’s playing with your clit now, holding you in place and snickering when you almost lose your balance, too weak to stand from the intensity of your orgasm. “Can’t stand?” He scoffs. “Tsk. What am I going to do with you.”

Eren pushes you down to the table, telling you to lie on your back. “Spread your legs. Let me see it.” With your chest still heaving up and down violently, trying to catch some air back into your lungs, you rest your tied hands on your stomach and hoist up your legs, giving him a clear view of your cunt. He can see your entrance twitching and clenching around nothing, soaked with a little bit of creamy white cum dribbling down to the crease of your ass. “Beautiful,” Eren praises, pushing back your cum into your hole and sliding his fingers in and out of you again, overstimulating you. “The way this tight little hole is sucking on my fingers—Seems like it’s missing my dick, Sweetheart.”

“Ah, wait—” Your body convulses with the aftershocks of your ecstasy. “Eren, I’m still—”

“What, gonna cum again?”

You can’t tell—everything just feels so fucking good, it’s insane. There’s a little spurt coming out of you, barely noticeable but Eren can feel it soaking him down to his wrist. “Fuck, baby, that’s so fucking hot,” he sighs, taking out his fingers and shoving them inside his mouth. “Mmm,” he moans as he savors your taste, his cheeks hollowing around his fingers. You watch him with blood pooling on your face, leaving you dizzy. “Next time,” he pauses, his fingers finding your clit again, but he rubs his pads lazily this time, just teasing you. Even then, your body still shudders, sensitive from your release. “I want you to squirt on my face so I can taste you,” he leans forward, chest meeting chest, his lips an inch away from yours when he growls. “Every bit of you.”

There’s an emptiness in the center of you and you relish the thought of him filling you deep. “Eren,” his name is whispered like a prayer. “I want you in me.”

“Yeah?” He settles himself between your legs, pushing in just the tip to make you mewl. “Like that, baby?” He’s not even using his hands, his cock standing hard enough to slide on its own. He has both palms placed on your thighs, pushing them forward. “You’re so wet I can just easily slide in. Been thinking about this since dinner, haven’t you?” He drives his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. "You're taking my cock like it's made for you. Such a tight little cunt, I want to fucking ruin it." But despite his words, he pulls away completely, leaving you empty.

“Eren!” You throw your head back on the table, frustrated. “Stop fucking around and just—”

He grabs a hold of your jaw, stopping you mid-sentence. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to do to you,” he speaks through gritted teeth. The sudden drop of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. “I’ll fuck you when I want to, and you can cum only when I tell you to. So keep your mouth shut and do as I say.” His striking emerald eyes are peering deep into yours, leaving you immobile. You can only feel like you can breathe again when a sweet smile breaks on his lips. “You can do that, can’t you, baby?”

He’s mirroring your actions, giving you the same experience of what you did to him last week and you realized, oh, so this is how he felt at that time. He inflicts fear and excitement at the same time, making your blood boil from a sensation that you’re not sure how to explain. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good,” he vocalizes amorously. Eren goes down to his knees, his head located right between your legs, his hand caressing your thigh. “You know I only aim to please you, right?” He calms you down with delicate strokes, before suddenly, he slaps his hand against your heat, seizing a surprise gasp out of your mouth. He soothes the pain by spitting onto your clit, lowering his head to suckle on it, his tongue drawing obscene sketches on your nub. He probes his muscle against your hole, tasting you thoroughly. “God, you taste so fucking sweet. Can’t wait to have you ride my tongue again after I fill you up with my cum.” He pulls away, going back to his feet as he lets his shirt fall off to the floor. “Fuck yourself with your fingers for me.”

You’re his marionette for the night and you don’t put up a fight. You bring your fingers to your center, massaging your folds before you slide your fingers between them. Eren circles around, standing on the opposite of the table. He bends down to reward you with his lips brushing sweetly against yours, kissing you upside down with his fingers toying lightly with your nipple.

“Daddy, please,” you plead. “Fuck me. Haven’t I been good?”

That pitiful whine of yours feeds his ego so well. “You want me to fuck you with my cock, baby?” He sweetly asks. “You better warm me up then.” He pulls your body forward until you have your head dangling over the edge of the table. “Open your mouth. Keep your fingers inside that cunt.”

You part your lips and he pushes himself inside, driving himself until your mouth covers everything up to the base. You choke on it, breathing heavily through your nose but Eren doesn’t move, not yet. He lets his cock sit heavily inside your mouth as he snatches the plastic bag and his lighter from the table. He takes another joint, places it between his lips as he lights up the other end. He inhales, taking a deep breath and proceeding to blow out a cloud of smoke. He giggles, lost in a state of euphoria. His hips begin to move, slowly but steadily.

Tucking his blunt between his teeth, he steals his phone back from the table this time. “We should commemorate this,” he says, slurring his words. “It’s my birthday after all.”

With one hand holding his joint and another one holding his phone, Eren aims the camera downward to get a clear shot of your throat constricting around his cock as he thrusts into your mouth. “Too bad I can’t get your pretty face on camera but I can literally see how far my dick goes inside you,” he snickers, pushing himself further inside until both his length and his testicles are blocking your airways. “Watch your teeth.”

“Mmph!” You’re gagging, crying with stinging tears quickly forming in your eyes.

“That’s right.” Eren chuckles again, “Take that fucking dick, baby girl. Been waiting all night for it, haven’t you?” He pulls away just to push himself in, doing it a few more times as he shifts his camera to record the rest of your body. Your bouncing breasts, your strapped up hands, your fingers playing with your clit. “Goddamn,” he murmurs to himself. “This is the sexiest you’ve ever been, baby, you should be proud.”

With the feeling of THC running through his bloodstream and the sensation of your hot mouth shrouding his length, Eren feels like he’s about to lose himself over the edge. “Your mouth feels so good. Such a good girl,” he praises breathlessly, driving his hips forward and emphasizing each word with his thrust. “Such a good. fucking. girl.”

You can’t hold it anymore, it’s too much. When he feels you gagging around him, Eren breaks away. He lets his cock slide out of your mouth with thick ropes of saliva connecting your skin to his, still recording your face as he watches you gasp frantically. You turn around to your stomach, propping yourself on your elbows, coughing with tears lining down your cheeks.

“Look at the camera, baby.” And you do, looking all fucked out with your lipstick smeared to your cheeks, your face ruined with saliva, hazy eyes trying to find his gleaming ones. “The prettiest girl in the world,” he says with a satisfied smirk, a moment before he stops recording. “Wonder what your daddy's gonna think of you if he sees you like this. Does he know his daughter calls me daddy too?”

“You’re crazy,” you tell him, coughing once.

“Only for you, baby.”

He tosses back his phone to the couch, telling you to position yourself on all fours on the table. At this point, none of you cares if it breaks underneath your weight. Eren’s head is in the clouds, and your mind is fogged by the desire of having him inside you.

He positions himself behind you, plunging his length inside you in a slow, lazy manner. He keeps you still, lips curving up in a smug smile when he sees you pushing back your hips, eager to have his cock hitting your deepest spot. “Yeah, bounce on it,” he says, smacking your ass hard enough to leave his handprint on your skin. “Fucking bounce on my cock just like that, baby.”

You keep it going, moving back and forth just to feel him rubbing against your walls. Tugging on your ponytail, Eren takes another drag, inhaling as deep as he can before he leans forward and forces you to turn your head to the side. He blows smoke into your mouth and you suck every bit of it, slightly whimpering when he meshes your lips together. His tongue massages yours, letting you taste a hint of lemongrass that resides in his mouth.

He places the spliff between your lips this time and you inhale around it, coughing lightly when it burns your throat. Eren smiles, kissing your jaw once before he crushes the blunt against the table, putting it out for good. Bringing his hand to your throat, he pulls you up until you’re standing on your knees, your forearms pressed against your chest. His other hand slithers around your waist, filling the dip of your spine with his chest. “High sex is the best sex, right, baby?”

You answer him with a content hum, your inhibition is lowered, your senses heightened. You’re drowning in rapture, dopamine coursing through your veins. At the moment, all you can feel is utter bliss and you take in the feeling of his length inside of you, the sound of his pretty little moans, and the way his fingers choke you slightly as he angles your face to the side and kisses you like he’s never kissed you before. He’s rutting his hips against yours, body moving in rhythm. You’re both taking your time, not picking up the pace just yet, just enjoying the feeling of skin rubbing against skin.

You insert two of your fingers inside your mouth, tongue swirling around them before you remove and plunge them inside his. Eren sucks on your fingers, adding more saliva onto them before you take them out and drag them to your clit. His mouth finds your neck, lazily grinding his teeth against your skin to leave his marks on you.

At this point, it doesn’t matter if he fucks you slow. You're sure you can still reach your climax because everything just feels so fucking good. But then Eren leans close to your ear. “I’m gonna show the whole world you’re mine,” he whispers, “Will you let Daddy do that to you, baby?”

Your brain is too fuzzy to understand his words but you nod. Lifting your body off the table, he forces you back to your feet and pushes you forward until you have your chest pressed against the window. Your nude body, covered only by his purplish love bites, is fully exposed. Your room is too dark for people to see your bodies moving against one another—you’re not even sure if they could even if you were under the spotlight, knowing your room is located on the top floor—but just the thought of having sex like this, with passing cars and the city lights glowing underneath you… It almost feels like a dream.

You’re woken up by a slap, however, when you feel him ramming his cock back inside you with a sudden force. “Baby,” he breathes heavily against your ear, “You better remember that I love you," you can feel his teeth grazing against your earlobe as he growls his next words, "‘cause I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

“Oh—God—” you sob out, your entire body being pushed forward with his merciless thrust.

Eren fucks like the devil, but he brings heaven to you.

He fucks with filthy expletives tumbling off his lips. He fucks without giving you a chance to breathe, and he fucks with his fingers digging excruciatingly into your hip, leaving angry half-moons on your supple skin. His thrust drives you forward until you’re completely pushed up against the window. Your restrained arms raised high in the air, your forehead pressed against your wrists, your breasts plastered against the glass. Eren fucks you roughly from behind, one hand on your hips, one hand tugging harshly on your ponytail. “You’re squeezing me so tight. You like being watched, baby girl?”

He snaps his hips, turning your vocabulary into a blank slate. You give a shaky nod, your teeth sinking into your lip.

“Should’ve chosen a different room,” he says, a bit breathlessly, “As much as I like the scenery, would’ve liked it better if I fuck you where people can see us. Don’t you want it, baby? Don’t you want people looking up and finding your fucking tits pressed against the glass? To see the way they bounce every time I fuck you? Don’t you want them to see that pretty face of yours when I paint it over with my cum? I bet you’d like that.”

His words have you clenching your walls around him and he groans. “Ah, fuck, you’re gonna cum?” He angles his hips upward, hitting your g-spot. “You want to fucking cum, baby?”

“Yes—” Your vocal is strained, your legs losing strength. “Fuck, fuck, Daddy, I’m about to cum—” Your sentence ends up in a shriek when he suddenly lifts you entirely off the ground. Eren, using all the strength in his legs and arms, supports your entire weight by placing his hands under your thighs, keeping your backside pressed flat against his chest, and holding you in place as he thrusts upward. “Shit—Ren—oh my God—” Never in your life had you imagined yourself being fucked in this position. The glass window acts like a mirror where you can see your reflection, your legs open wide, his cock sliding in and out of you, fast and deep. His hands are the only support that keeps your body off the ground, fighting gravity. Every bit of you, the way your breasts bounce with each thrust, your forehead glistening with sweat, your lips are swollen and bruised with saliva coating your chin—you can see it all.

And you wonder if anyone else can see you too.

Your orgasm hits you so hard, your whole body tenses and relaxes at once. You scream out his name, keening in pleasure. As you lose control, you find yourself squirting again, a little bit harder than before where a few droplets of your juices manage to stain the window glass while the rest of it drips right down to the carpeted floor. Eren laughs, both mockingly and impressed, “Goddamn, baby, you’re making such a mess.” He places you down to your feet, hooking one arm around your waist to stop you from sliding down. Knowing that you can’t stand, Eren scoops you up in his arms and moves you back to the couch.

“I haven’t cummed yet,” he reminds you, positioning you on his lap. “Ride me. I want you to make yourself squirt on my cock. Use that dick like you fucking own it.”

You’re tired. Exhausted. Just how long have you been doing this already? He may have the stamina but you can barely keep up.

Laying both hands on the backrest, you ride him as fast as you can. Eren leans his back against the couch, his hand accidentally brushes against his phone. Then he remembers something. “Hey, we haven’t taken pictures together today.” He unlocks his phone and flips the camera until you can see yourself on the screen, your chest hovering at the same height as his face. Eren smirks, taking a picture with his fingers squeezing your breast. “This is all mine.” He takes another shot with his lips clamping around your nipple, sucking it hard until you flinch.

“Eren—”

“Who told you to stop?” he growls, smacking your ass as he draws your nipple between his teeth. “You’re gonna make Daddy cum, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Gonna be my good fucking girl?” Another spank, enough to leave marks on your skin. “Answer me.”

“Ah! Yes, Daddy!”

You pick up the pace, your thighs wobbling underneath your weight but you try to roll your hips in the way that leaves him a moaning mess. Eren keeps playing with your chest. He has his eyes closed but his thumb taps consistently against the screen, taking pictures after pictures before he switches it to video.

The sight of his jaw clenching as he bites your necklace that dangles over his face, the sultry moans you both emit from the back of your throat, the way you frantically bounce up and down his cock—everything is being recorded. Eren watches your body move from the screen, satisfied with how obscene it looks. He switches to the back camera, taking a close-up shot of your face. “Tell me, baby,” Eren husks with a filthy smirk. “Who’s your daddy?”

He propels his hips upward, making you shout your answer louder than intended. “You!”

“That’s right.” Eren casts his phone away, not caring if it’s still recording. “I’m your daddy.”

You drape your arms on his shoulders for support, the belt that binds your wrist together rubs against his nape. Your fingers are buried in his hair as you feel the familiar sensation pooling in your stomach. “Daddy—Daddy, I’m—”

He kisses you hard, swallowing the rest of your words. You stay like that as you grind yourself to completion, whimpering against his mouth, your walls tightening around him. You’re soaked again, only this time, your essence trickles directly onto his cock. “Fuck, baby—” Eren finds his release with a hard final ram of his hips, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he groans loudly. Wrapping both arms around your waist, he holds you in place as he shoots his seeds deep within you. “Not yet,” he growls when he feels you breaking away. “I won’t let you move. You’re gonna take every bit of my cum inside you, baby.”

You have your fingers tangled in his long strands, cradling his head close as you slowly rock your hips, letting him ride his orgasm till the end.

When he’s satisfied, Eren lifts your body high enough to let his length slide out of you. His essence dribbles down your thighs, some falling directly to stain the couch. He runs his fingers around your folds, scooping up whatever’s left, and brings them to your face. “Open your mouth.”

You comply obediently and he smears it all over your tongue before he leans in to kiss you, sucking on your slick muscle so he can feel the flavor of your taste mixed with his cum. The zeal in his kiss doesn’t last long as you both return from your high. Your body is weak, leaning against him with your forehead pressed against one another. Eren pushes you gently just so he can drag his lips to your cheek, moving them up to your nose and ending his journey on your temple.

“You okay?” He asks, pushing a lock of stray hair out of your eyes.

You find yourself tittering, albeit feebly. “It’s so typical of you to ask that question after spending an hour treating me like your sex doll.”

His smile doesn’t seem as conceited anymore. If anything, there’s only affection that blooms on his face. He tucks your hair behind your ear, frames your cheek, and lands a chaste kiss on your lips. “I’m sorry,” he says, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. “In my defense, you looked like you enjoyed being treated as my sex doll.”

“I did,” you giggle in return. Maybe it’s the drug talking since you’re not usually this honest. “I cummed, like… four times tonight.”

“Four?” He frowns before realization transforms his face. “Oh, so you did cum in the restaurant earlier.”

Honestly? You’re too tired to care. He can make fun of you all he wants. All you want to do right now is clean yourself up and snuggle close to him in bed. Lucky for you, Eren gets the message. He takes you in his arms, carrying you bridal style before he lays you down on the bed.

“I’m gonna draw you a bath,” he says as he kneels right beside the bed, still checking on your face, looking for signs of discomfort. He takes off the belt from your wrists, tenderly brushing his lips against the marks he left you as a form of apology. “We can cuddle together, listen to some music, maybe drink some wine before we hit the bed. What do you think?”

You smile drowsily. “Doesn’t seem so bad.”

Eren laughs at your answer, ruffling your hair before he lets you taste his blissful smile with your lips. “I love you,” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on your cheekbone. “I’m sorry for being too mean to you today. For calling you a slut and everything. I didn’t mean any of that, you know that, right?”

“It’s okay.” You reach up a hand, pushing his hair behind his ear just like he did to you earlier. “Being mean suits you better. You’re the devil after all.”

He leans into your touch, his signature smirk returns as he brushes his lips against your palm. “Will you still love me regardless?”

You twine your fingers around his key-shaped pendant, pulling him down to you. A moment before your lips meet, you answer, “As long as you can bring heaven to me, I will love you in any way you want.” Eren kisses you sweetly, fervently, devotedly, with all his heart and every fiber of his being but when he tangles his fingers around your wrist, you pull back with a frown. “What’s wrong?” You question him, eyes searching his face as he seems nervous.

“There’s… There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” The previous confidence he displayed has vanished without a trace. He takes a moment to seek bravery as the sentence he’s been itching to ask for weeks sits heavily on his tongue. When he’s ready, his gaze slowly return to yours. “After graduation, would you… move in with me?”

You blink, not expecting him to say that at all. “You mean, like, to your apartment?”

“Or we can search for a new place together, whatever you want,” he hurriedly professes, mistaking your reaction as a sign of discomfort when you’re just a bit stunned by the idea. "I don't care where we live. I just want to be with you."

It’s true that you’ve been dating for three years but Eren has been taking it slow. If it wasn’t you who spoke the sacred three words, he would’ve probably taken forever before he could say I love you as easily and as often as he does now. It’s not like he’s afraid of being committed to a relationship, and he never said he was, but his behavior around you made you think that he wanted to keep this casual as long as he could. Moving in together is a big step, isn’t it? You, yourself, had never thought about it until now.

“You…” His posture droops in sadness when you spend a few seconds longer than necessary drowning in silence. “You don’t want to?”

For a man who treated you like a common whore just twenty minutes ago, he truly knows the best way to win your heart, which is by sporting his best kicked puppy look. But there’s real fear in his expression, terrified of you saying no.

“You’re an idiot,” you reply.

“W-what?”

“I would love to move in together with you, silly.” You pinch his nose, hard enough to make him flinch. When he witnesses your smile, both playful sheepish but ultimately filled with content, he exhales in relief, rushing to kiss you again where you can feel the shape of his lips curving up in glee.

“Really?” he breathlessly asks. He wears his heart on his sleeves, buzzing with happiness.

“Really, Ren.”

“Oh, God.” He pulls you into his embrace, his hand gently cradles the back of your skull as you rest your chin on his shoulder. “I’m so happy right now, I feel like I could die.” He backs away, cupping your cheek as he peers into your eyes. “I can’t wait to wake up next to you every morning. To sleep while holding you close. I’ll take care of you, baby,” he promises, holding your hand and kissing the inner side of your wrist. “I promise I’ll take care of you forever.”

Your cheeks warm as your heart almost breaks with joy. “You sound like you’re proposing to me.”

He goes still, eyes largening in surprise before he turns crimson. “I… Well…” He looks down, his voice quavering when he says. “I’ve also been thinking–”

You quickly slap a hand over his mouth, face aflame as he freezes in surprise. “Let’s take a shower,” you say. “We can talk about this later.”

Eren takes your hand away, revealing a grin once he understands your expression. “Are you embarrassed?”

“Shut up.”

“You can’t stop thinking about it now, can you? Me marrying you?”

“Oh my God, shut up.” You jump down the bed, hastily making your way to the bathroom.

Chuckling, he follows after your steps. “Hey babe, what if I use one of your blank coupons and ask you to marry me?”

You’re going to die. You’re definitely going to die.

***

Anyone up for part 3 where Eren gets to use his "special coupons" on reader? KIDDING LMAO (or... am I? 😏😏😏)

Also, College Eren be like:

Thank you so much for reading, baby! Huge thanks to sandra for beta-ing for me. I love you, baby ❤️❤️❤️

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