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WHEN YOU CANT SLEEP

⇉︎︎ PAIRINGS: eren, armin, levi

⇉︎︎ GENRE: fluff

⇉︎︎ FORMAT: small drabble

⇉︎︎ A/N: sorry for not posting for two weeks— ive been busy with keeping up with school and my family. please feel free to send requests, and reblogs are appreciated!

EREN: it’s most likely his fault..he snores really loud at times and it can keep you up all night. nevertheless, he always asks you’re okay (you never mention the snoring though) and if he can get you anything, from a midnight snack, to cuddles. oblivious. but cute, eren really cares for your well being.

ARMIN: he honestly doesn’t know what to do besides stay up with you, by your side. or in some cases he offers you to stay up all night with him to read or play video games with him. but if you have something on your mind or any steam to release, armins always there to listen. and that alone, usually puts you to sleep.

LEVI: levi can't sleep, either. as in he can't sleep most of the time you two go to bed, seeing you awake with him is great - he gets to talk to you until he puts his own self to sleep, taking you with him. he’s always there for you, and as long as you're there with him, the two of you will soon fall asleep.

taglist: @ferzxni @megurulvr @sm1th @sscarchiyo @beezebub

WHEN YOU CANT SLEEP

⇉︎︎ PAIRINGS: eren, armin, levi

⇉︎︎ GENRE: fluff

⇉︎︎ FORMAT: small drabble

⇉︎︎ A/N: sorry for not posting for two weeks— ive been busy with keeping up with school and my family. please feel free to send requests, and reblogs are appreciated!

EREN: it’s most likely his fault..he snores really loud at times and it can keep you up all night. nevertheless, he always asks you’re okay (you never mention the snoring though) and if he can get you anything, from a midnight snack, to cuddles. oblivious. but cute, eren really cares for your well being.

ARMIN: he honestly doesn’t know what to do besides stay up with you, by your side. or in some cases he offers you to stay up all night with him to read or play video games with him. but if you have something on your mind or any steam to release, armins always there to listen. and that alone, usually puts you to sleep.

LEVI: levi can't sleep, either. as in he can't sleep most of the time you two go to bed, seeing you awake with him is great - he gets to talk to you until he puts his own self to sleep, taking you with him. he’s always there for you, and as long as you're there with him, the two of you will soon fall asleep.

taglist: @ferzxni @megurulvr @sm1th @sscarchiyo @beezebub

synopsis: your husband shows you why you should get up this morning. warnings: mentions of depression, mentions of self-hatred, and mentions of suicidal thoughts if you squint. divider by @/saradika

“I don't feel like getting up this morning.” You softly told your husband.

Eren was taken aback. “What do you mean? You have to get up. I need you.”

“I'm sorry, baby.” You replied. “But I'm tired and I feel like there's no point in getting up. Like there's no reason to get out of bed.”

“…Oh.” Eren replied softly. “Okay, sure.” He quickly left the room.

You rolled onto your back, now staring at the ceiling. Why am I like this? You thought to yourself. I probably made him upset, and now he probably feels like he did something wrong to me…

You sighed. I hate myself. I hate that I'm like this.

You continued to think for a while, until the bedroom door opened again.

“Rise and shine, baby!” Eren said, pulling you out of bed.

“H–huh?”

“I made you breakfast. Get dressed and come eat!”

With that, Eren left the room. So… I guess he's okay? You thought, beginning to get ready. I wonder what he made.

When you came into the kitchen, there was a plate of pancakes on the table, specifically shaped into a heart.

You sighed, trying to push back the tears. “Thank you, baby.”

“Now, once you finish, get your shoes on.”

“Why?”

“Because I planned a fun day today to prove to you that it's worth it to get out of bed.”

You smiled softly, swallowing a bit of the pancake. “You're too good to me.”

“It's only because I love you. I hate to see you like that.” He picked up your empty plate and put it in the sink.

You put your shoes on.

“Ready?” He asked, offering his hand.

“Yeah.” You replied, taking his hand.

A few minutes later, you arrived at an aquarium.

“You said that you wanted to go to an aquarium a few days ago, right?” Eren smiled gently at you.

“U–uh, yeah…I'm surprised you remembered.”

He kept holding your hand as he pulled you inside, watching you look around in awe at the fish.

After the aquarium, he took you to a library, where you looked around for random books you felt like reading. While you were wandering around, Eren was looking for books on depression and how to help someone with it.

After that, you went to a cat café, where Eren bought you a beverage of your choice and you both played with the cats.

Next, he took you to an amusement park, where you two rode the scariest roller coasters together and quite possibly even got close to throwing up after.

Lastly, he took you to a park. Just a park with a playset and a set of swings.

He sat down on a swing and motioned for you to sit down next to him.

The night air was cold, yet you still felt oddly warm.

“How are you doing now, darling?” He asked you.

Your heart picked up a little. “I feel much better now, thank you.” You paused.

“Eren, thank you so, so much for today. It really helped. It made me so happy. I love you.”

Eren smiled. “I love you too, (name).”

Eren then picked up the pace on the swing, going as high as he could possibly go. “Try to keep up, (name)!”

Seeing this as a competition, you also tried to go as high as possible.

Once you both were tired, Eren pulled you into a hug.

“When I say I love you, I really mean it. Hearing you say that there was no point in getting out of bed— I couldn't take it. I wanted you to be able to see all the stuff you would miss out on if you didn't get out of bed.”

You smiled softly into his shoulder. “I think I realized something today.”

Eren pulled back to look at you. “Hm?”

“You're my reason to get out of bed.”

Eren couldn't help but smile. “Really?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He started laughing. “No way!” He spit out between laughs. “That's funny, ‘cause…”

“You're my reason to get out of bed too.”

synopsis: your boyfriend helps you after you wake up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare. warnings: none. divider by me.

Horrible.

Terrifying.

Those were the words to describe the dream you just had, tears spilling from your eyes as you sat up.

Groggily sitting up next to you, Eren was quick to put his arm around you.

“Shh, shh. Don’t cry.” Eren hushed you, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

Your cries quickly quieted while Eren gently rubbed your back.

He sighed quietly in relief. “Do you feel better now?”

You nodded, and in a hushed voice, you spoke. “Yeah…”

“That’s good.” He replied. “Did you have a bad dream?”

You nodded again. “Yeah.”

“D’you wanna talk about it?”

“I-... It’s all kind of a blur…”

“Hey, no worries. It’s okay if you can’t or don’t wanna talk about it.” Eren assured you, beginning to rub your back again.

You put your head in your hands, and put your head back down on his shoulder. “It was like… Everyone was gone. I was all alone.”

“Hmm.” Eren thought for a second. “Well, I'm not planning on leaving you.” He kissed your cheek.

You kissed his cheek back. “I know, it just…”

“Felt real?” He finished your sentence.

You nodded.

He sighed. “Well, I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” He laid back down and pulled you close to him, with your head against his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist.

“I love you, baby.” He told you as he kissed your forehead. “Now go back to sleep so you have energy tomorrow.”

“I love you too.” You replied, kissing him one last time before closing your eyes.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐗 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 > 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 > 𝐎𝐧-𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠….. trope

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐗 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 > 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 > 𝐎𝐧-𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬:

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 : Pt.1 & Pt.2

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 // 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 Pt.1

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 // 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐗 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 // 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐗 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦:

Miyuki Kazuya

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐆𝐞𝐧

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐏𝐭.𝟏 & 𝐏𝐭.𝟐

𝐁𝐟!𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐭.𝟏 𝐏𝐭.𝟐

You cannot tell me eren wouldn’t do this😭💀

"I'm gonna miss you" "You're being so dramatic" You said rolling your eyes

Eren chuckles "I'm not, this is the first time that we're gonna be separated since, we met each other'”

"Have we spent every day together?" "Pretty much yeah"

"You liar"

"Okay fine not everyday, but we never have been separated for two whole weeks"

"Oh wow" You say "Finally getting peace"

He smiles "You're gonna miss me" "We both know that, you're gonna miss me more"

"Yeah, you right. I am" Eren admitted

This is how i see Y/n and Eren’s dynamic in PARADI$E (the book is not published)

Pairing: Eren Yeager X Reader

Warning : mentions of shooting, killing, basically Y/n threatening to kill Eren

Words :240

Eren walks out of the bathroom, his body is covered in stray water droplets, face covered with a white towel

“You don’t dry yourself up before leaving the bathroom?” You asked, judging him

He pulled the towel of his face “I do, but I didn’t expect someone to be in my room”

“Yeah whatever, cover up” You say eyes still on his face

He smirks “I will but can you confirm if it’s big?”

You narrow your eyes at him “I will kill you”

“You just gotta look and tell me the truth”

“I will cut your dick off” “Okay let’s not do that”

You roll your eyes

“Are you here to fuck” He suddenly asked

“What, no. How do you come up with?”

“You might’ve fallen in love with me, the other day and stalked me” He said

“I will blow your head off” “In what way?”

“What do you mean ‘In what way’ there is only one way” You say annoyed

“Not really, you can give me head tho” “ew”

“Ew?!” Eren repeated you words clearly offended by it

“Yeah, ew” You confirm

“I’m hot, what are you on?” “Sure, if you wanna believe that” You mumble

“We both know that I’m hot, regardless of your delusional opinion” he says “actually, we should fuck since, you are hot, I’m hot, makes perfect sense”

“I will stab you to dead” You threaten him

“Shit sounds painful, let’s not do that” He said

Pt 2. of shit Eren would do💀😭

Bf!Eren text messages .

Eren and Y/n’s dynamic in Your Eyes Tell

Eren Yeager

Your Eyes Tell // Eren Yeager X BlackFem!Reader

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐮

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐎𝐧-𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

focus

a/n: I’ve been thinking a lot about Joon-ho from extraordinary attorney woo 🫶🏽

he loves to listen to your ramblings, going on and on about whatever topic you fancy. his eyes glazed over in adoration, hanging off every fact you spew, finding how your lips spread in a slight smile cute.

his hand holding his chin, while his other grasps yours, lightly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. he sighs, content with this moment.

“and I swear- oh, im boring you aren’t I?” you rasp softly, temperature rising, realizing you’ve been talking for a while.

his lips quirk in mirth, “no, not bored just waiting for a chance to speak,” he teases, enjoying the blush dusting your cheeks.

“just kidding, I’ll wait for as long as I need.”

Jean, ARMIN, Gojo, Geto, OIKAWA, Mikey, Draken, KAZUTORA.

// PAIRING: eren jaeger x reader

// SYNOPSIS: eren's pretty adamant on getting you to kiss him.

// WARNINGS: FLUFF! reader teases eren, pouty eren, spin the bottle game... kinda, dialogue heavy, cursing, alcohol, lots and lots of, eren is drunk, lmk if there are other warnings i have bypassed!

// A/N: UNEDITED - tags work tags work tags work tags work tags work tags please work, first ever aot piece and i kinda pulled it out my ass lMFAOOOO :o i can't help it the eren and levi brainrot is real. hope i characterised eren somewhat accurately, enjoy <3

"you have to kiss me!" eren pleads, hands clasped together as his green eyes shine up at you.

“eren, what? no! you’re drunk!” you exclaim in retaliation, pushing his face away gently, but despite that, it’s not enough to stop his stubbornness. in fact, it actually intensifies his pleading expression, “you’re gross.”

his face contorts to resemble one of a kicked puppy.

you sigh, feeling the walls you built up soften a little, “eren, i’ll kiss you when your breath doesn’t reek of alcohol and when i know you want a kiss.”

the tips of your ears flush red at the last statement. when eren came up to you with an urgent request for you to kiss him, ‘on the lips’, as he reiterated, you choked on the soda you were drinking. yes, the carbonation got the better of you and started stinging your nostrils, and yes, you were very flustered at his request because first of all, that would cross the line of your friendship and second of all, the childish tone in his voice was very unfamiliar. 

the last time you’d heard eren sound this juvenile was when he was 15 and now, as young adults, you can’t remember the last time he whined over something.

especially something as futile as a kiss.

“if this is some dare you better tell me, because that would just be mean-” you murmur with a frown before he interrupts.

“it’s not a dare! i promise, jus’ kiss me.” 

“when you’re sober.”

“but sober me would chicken out,” he huffs, “please? just this once? doesn’t matter that i’m drunk.”

“yes it does! you could be spewing bullshit out your stupid mouth.”

“i spew bullshit out of my mouth even when i’m sober.”

“great, now i’m even more unconvinced.”

eren huffs and rests his head on your shoulder in defeat. you place a palm on the side of his head so that it doesn’t roll off.

a game of spin the bottle happening in the corner catches your eye. 

“why does it have to be me?” you ask, now playing with the roots of his hair, “if you so desperately want to kiss someone go over to that game happening. they look like they’re having fun.” 

“that’s connie, jean and sasha,” he comments.

“so? i’m sure they’re down to kiss you. jean’s a good kisser.”

“how do you know?”

you merely shrug with a smirk, looking to get a rise out of the brunet but irritation resides in his features. 

“you’re tellin’ me you’d rather kiss horse-face than me?” he questions in a demanding tone, gripping onto your shoulders. eren also adds a, “besides, i don’t want them to kiss me, i want you to kiss me and i’m not about to join a game where you’re not one of the options.”

suddenly a lightbulb appears on his head and he murmurs a ‘be right back’ before disappearing into the crowd. 

true to his word, eren manifests 30 seconds later, now holding an empty beer bottle as a faint yell of ‘what the hell, yeager?’ echoes behind him.

“sit down,” the brunet gently commands and you do as said, amused. 

“are we gonna play spin the bottle, eren?”

“yes.”

“just us?”

“yes.”

you were having fun at this point, so you tick your friend off a little more, “c’mon, that won’t be fun. armin seems like he’s down to play and so does-”

eren shoves the empty beer bottle into your hands with a simple command, “spin.”

doing as he says, he watches the glass closely as it circulates repeatedly from the sheer force you put into it but at last, it begins to slow, with the head finally choosing its victim.

it lands right on eren, no mistaking it. he laughs brightly and cheers.

“finally! you gotta kiss me now!” 

you smile softly at his behaviour, about to relent if it weren’t for mikasa cutting your interaction short with armin draped on her shoulder, “hey y/n, i think it’s the end of the night for armin and i. mind dropping us home?”

“sure,” you reply before glancing over to eren, who is seething with irritation at this point, “are you gonna go home too or wanna enjoy the party a little more?”

he grunts, “i’ll go.”

mikasa helps him up as you fish for your car keys, leading everyone to your car. the trip was quiet, eren’s unaddressed anger squeezing the peace away and instead, replacing it with a suffocating tension. it wasn’t until you arrive at a red light that mikasa speaks up.

“what’s your problem, eren?”

the man in question turns his head away, sulking further as he crunches up the plastic water bottle in his hands, “it’s nothing.”

she turns to you with confusion in her eyes and you can’t help but chuckle, “leave him be. boys will be boys. so how did armin pass out? thought he didn’t like getting pissed drunk.”

“he’s just a lightweight.”

“so’s eren. our luck, huh?”

mikasa grins and the conversation continues until you drop armin and mikasa off, leaving you alone with the same man who’s been harassing you for a kiss.

thinking about it is getting you flustered, but you recall how disappointed eren looked when mikasa interrupted his moment of victory and in compensation, you ask if he wants to ride shotgun. he grunts in agreement.

“you okay to stay the night at my apartment? i don’t trust that you’re gonna keep yourself safe whilst intoxicated. second i look away you might go and pick some fights with guys double your size.”

“and i’d win.”

“and you’d win.”

nothing eventful occurs during the drive back to your apartment and it’s not until you’re settled on the couch with pizza in between the two of you that he asks about the kiss again.

and you choke on your pizza all the same. dude really needs to learn what better timing is.

“i feel a lot more sober now, so please?”

“did you know that alcohol can last in your system for more than 24 hours-”

“stop avoiding the question.”

“adamant as ever. y’know what, when you wake up in the morning and you still feel the same, let me know.”

excitement glistens in his eyes, “hope ya like morning breath.”

you throw a pillow at him.

***

rapid knocking wakes you up from your slumber and the first thing you see when you wake up are the analog digits on your bedside clock reading 7:32. damn eren and his early bird tendencies - and why is he knocking so urgently at this time of day?

trudging to the door, you swing it open and you’re greeted by the charmingly boyish smile you’re accustomed to.

“so… about that kiss.”

yeah i didn't make y'all kiss in the end lMFAOO GET FUCKED!...but you look so pretty when you press reblog, like or follow 😁😁

hope you enjoyed regardless, have a good day/evening!

THIS WITH EREN PLEASE “Wherever you stray, I follow.” I love this line so much

eren jaeger x “wherever you stray, i follow”

based on lyrics from this prompt :3

Eren hasn’t left your side all morning.

It’s not super out of character for him, and while you have absolutely no objections to his tender touches and footsteps constantly trailing behind yours, you can’t help but wonder why he’s extra sensitive today.

“You alright?” you whisper quietly into his hairline.

You’re folding laundry in your shared bedroom. It smells like clean linens and Eren’s cucumber scented shampoo. He’s slumped over your side as you carefully fold over the ends of a pair of jeans.

He lifts his head from the crook of your neck, brow furrowed at your inquiry, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Dunno. You’re a little clingy today,” you observe simply.

His nose crinkling in distaste has you backtracking, carefully choosing your words that follow next.

“Not that I’m complaining, you know I’d live underneath your skin if you’d let me.”

This seems to suffice, as his head finds its place in the crook of your neck again. You feel a breath from his nose, indicating that you’ve won a laugh from your terribly clingy boyfriend.

You continue, “You’ve followed me around the house all morning.”

“Wherever you stray, I follow, baby,” he lazily offers, “You should know that by now.”

It’s your turn to let out a small chuckle at his quick remark.

“Yeah,” you indulge him, “You’re like an alleycat that I fed once and now you won’t leave me alone.” You feel his eyes scrunch against the skin of your neck.

“Please,” he banters back, head coming up again to meet your glance, “You’ve fed me more than once.”

You smile as you press a peck to his pout.

“Because I love you,” you easily respond.

“I love you.” He replies instantly. There’s no too attached to it, because that feels like sympathy—like something you say in response, because someone said it first.

And that’s not how he feels. It’s a statement, just as strong as yours prior, if not stronger.

It’s his turn to smile as he shuffles awkwardly, following you around the corner of the bed.

“Since you’re so intent on following me wherever I go, do you wanna come take a shower with me?”

He grumbles, “What kind of stupid question is that,” already huffing and intertwining your hands as he walks you towards the bathroom.

NOTE: athena <3 thank u for the request! seeing u in my inbox made me so happy, i hope u enjoy this even half as much as i enjoy ur writing <3

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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I need help rn im lm looking for a eren x chubby!reader who has fairy vibes I think...

the plot was like reader coming home from uni to a party she wasn't aware her brother was throwing and when she goes to her room to rest she finds eren asleep in her bed..

and it was so cute like eren was obsessed with readers room bc it was comfy with fairy lights etc.. really fluffy and eventually the two sleeps together...?

idk that's how I remember it but it was sooo good made my brain fuzzy fr

Why not prompt 28 about improper thoughts for some historical-ish piece? Like, Eren and Reader were so in love and engaged, but Reader's family was watching her like hawks so they don't get frisky with each other - but now they're on their wedding night, they can finally give in to their feelings 👀 If this is okay of course !

Note: Just because this ended up being such a long one, and you guys both requested #28, I'm just gonna combine these asks if that's ok <3 and I'm gonna change the prompt just a liddo bit...Gonna make it a royal AU and make this a bedding ceremony.

Eren’s Birthday Bash 🎉

event masterlist <- check out the Masterlist for all the other drabbles I’ve written these past few days! ❤️

Send me a scenario + a smut prompt I’ll write a quick drabble!

28: “Each of my thoughts about you are improper” 22: "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

Genre: FLUFFFFFFFF, arranged marriage royalty AU, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers all in one!

lmfao honestly I just loved the TV show Reign so much this is all entirely based on the consummation ceremony after their wedding.

CW: technically they do this after drinking wine so, dubcon due to alcohol use?, virginity loss, public sex in front of people (common practice back in monarchies), penetrative sex, creampie

Length: 5.6K……….. don’t ask……..this is basically a full fic

Tagging @kaiochi hehe

TY to Kana for beta reading this and screaming at me about how fluffy it is 🥰 kith kith

Even for a prince, Eren was lucky. It wasn't every day that arranged marriages worked out for royals.

You, a princess from another kingdom, and him, second in line for the throne behind his elder brother—you two were engaged before you even took your first steps, betrothed to one another as part of an alliance between your two kingdoms. As part of this agreement, you, along with a handful of your servants and your ladies-in-waiting, were sent from the age of 13 to live in the castle with the royal family of Paradis. You were already betrothed, so there was no use for you back in your own kingdom. Logic served that you were better off living with your fiancée and his family, soon to become your family, because as a princess in your own kingdom, fourth in the line of succession behind your several brothers, there was no chance of you becoming queen anyway.

At first you protested, of course. Why would you want to be ripped away from your loving and doting mother, your protective and caring siblings, or your wise and gentle father? You had a perfect family, living the life of a carefree princess that had no chances of being a ruler. Unfortunately, becoming betrothed to the second-in-line of Paradis meant that your chances at a responsibility-free life were now zero.

But once you got to know Eren your reservations about the engagement vanished completely.

You were used to your older brothers—they were loud, crass, always wrestling each other and gawking at the ladies. But Eren, Eren was the opposite: a picture-perfect Prince Charming if any. He was reserved when you two first met at the age of 13, red to the tips of his ears when he gazed upon his future wife for the first time. You thought he was cute, especially when he looked at you with the most expressive green eyes, shining like emeralds in the afternoon sun as he walked with you around the garden. He let you hold onto his arm as you walked together, and at first it was a little awkward. Eren wasn't very good with conversation—partly because he was so nervous about meeting you for the first time, and mostly because he wasn't expecting you to be so beautiful.

Eren had heard about you only from the words of his parents. No one in the castle knew much about you, save for letters exchanged between both of your parents before you were sent to live in Paradis. For the first 13 years of his life, you were but a name, the girl who Eren would eventually meet and eventually wed. And to you, Eren and Paradis were both an end to your treasured life at home. You were disappointed, and even afraid of the unknown. But that was the life of a princess with no claims to the throne—a bargaining piece, an offering to a prince. For those first 13 years, you pushed the thought of him to the back of your mind, opting to enjoy the short time in your homeland.

But Eren was always thinking about you, curiosity getting the best of him. He always wondered: were you going to be agreeable, or act the part of a spoiled royal? Would he enjoy talking to you, or would he rather plug his ears with cotton? Would he find you beautiful, or would he be disappointed? As soon as he had become aware of his betrothal, he was plagued with so many questions that he feared to learn the answers to.

He knew at the end that getting married and continuing his lineage was part of his duties as a royal and that he had no choice in the matter—he'd seen his older brother Zeke take a wife and welcome a child just a few years ago. He knew, however, that Zeke and his wife weren't actually in love. In fact, by the amount of arguing and complaining about each other, it was obvious that they hated each other. They were just paired together and forced to live the part of a crowned prince and princess, the lives that they were born into. And something about that felt wrong to Eren: he didn't want to be forced to marry someone he didn't love, let alone someone he didn't even tolerate.

But it turned out that he didn't just learn to tolerate you—he learned to love you. You, with your contagious smiles and laughter, pulled Eren right out of that bubble of shyness and brought out the brash, adventurous boy that he was underneath it all. All the years that you two spent together before you came of age were filled with happiness and laughter. Whether it was running away from your servants together to go watch the stars, spending time on horseback out in the trails, sneaking into the nearby towns dressed as commoners—every day with Eren was an adventure. So much so you'd almost forgotten the real reason you were at the castle. Because for all that time, it just felt like you got to live with your best friend.

He never expected a princess to be so carefree, so honest all the time—and it enraptured him like anything else. The letters your parents sent said you were a bit rambunctious and perhaps a troublemaker, but Eren came to learn that you were much more than that. You were kind and radiated warmth with your smiles, filling his chest with butterflies every time you laughed. He wished to be more like you, to be in your shadow, to explore every inch of the castle and sneak off to every village he could think of, all to see that look of amazement and happiness in your eyes. He wondered if sunlight could be captured and molded into an earthly form, if it would look like you. Sunlight breathed life into the nature around you, but you came to be the one to breathe life into him.

At times—when you both remembered that you weren't just friends but one day would be husband and wife, maybe even a King and Queen—those moments were punctuated by bashfulness. Like when Zeke and his wife welcomed another baby, and Eren's mother, the Queen Carla, had suggested with a smile that she hoped to see you and Eren have one of your own. That managed to make you and Eren, both 16 and raging with hormones, absolutely flustered to all hell.

Over the years you'd both developed such deep feelings for each other that there was no denying that you wanted such a thing. But you and Eren hadn't even kissed much less done anything like that. You did think improper thoughts about him often... he was incredibly handsome, and he was to become your husband, so it was only natural. But as a princess those thoughts had to stay as just that: thoughts. For the sake of your virtue, at least until your wedding ceremony, you had to remain pure. After that, Eren would be your husband, and any such scandalous thoughts about him were welcome, wanted, even.

Not that Eren ever made it known, but he also thought about you like that often... often enough that he wondered if he'd become a pervert with age. What once used to be innocent trips on horseback together, or dips in the river for a swim on a hot day—simple things that you'd done so many times over the years turned to moments where he'd find himself longing to touch you more, to look at you in ways that he shouldn't, at least not until you were wed.

Truly, your wedding couldn't come fast enough.

For the sake of keeping a lid on your growing physical desires for one another, neither of you mentioned it for months leading up to the ceremony. It was a topic neither of you ever talked about, if only because with every coming day, you were closer and closer to it. It being your wedding, your union and... your physical union as well. You two didn't even dare dwell on your feelings either, for that matter. It was better, for both your sakes, to keep those kind of thoughts stored away in your minds under lock and key.

It all came to a head when your wedding was a week away. The castle was a flurry of preparations for the ceremony, yet you and Eren still hadn't even confessed to each other, even after all these years. It was almost laughable, that you'd been engaged to him all your life and still you had no idea if he wanted to be engaged to you.

He'd gone out with you on horseback, "one final ride out before the wedding" he'd said. And while you normally would trace a path around the castle that was lined with guards and made for horseback riding, today Eren led you down a different route, one you'd never gone before in all the years of riding together.

"Where are we going, Eren?"

He turned back to you with a smile, his loose hairs that weren't tied back whipping around his face. Even with his less-than-regal clothing (just a simple pair of slacks and a button down black shirt), he looked positively radiant in the sunlight. All he'd said was, "You'll see, we're almost there, princess."

You followed him further and further down this unmarked trail, through brush and trees, until finally you'd reached a clearing: a meadow, full of yellow and purple flowers, surrounded by trees. A small oasis away from the castle, where you two could be alone.

What did Eren have in mind, bringing you here?

You stopped your horse right next to his. He turned to you and said, "Hope this is okay. Just wanted to talk before...well, you know." Even now he was too bashful to say it, pink painting his cheeks despite his smile cast at you.

"Of course it's okay, 'Ren," you told him, hopping off your horse and tying it to the nearest tree. He did the same, and then he reached out for you. You held onto his arm as he led you the short distance to the clearing, holding onto you as you lifted the skirt of your dress and stepped over the harsh rocks and tree roots, and even as you stepped into the gentle earth of the meadow.

When you made it to the center, he gestured for you both to sit down. You sat next to the each other, crossed-legged but facing opposite ways, so his right shoulder brushed right against yours. He wanted to sit like this, if only to be able to be face-to-face with you when he spoke his last words before your vows.

"The wedding... is it what you want?" were the first words that slipped past his lips, hushed and timid. Uncertain. Like he was afraid of your answer, that perhaps there was a chance you'd say no.

"Eren... we've been betrothed since we were babies," you laughed. The question seemed silly to you—even if you didn't want to, what choice did you both have in the matter? But when you looked up at Eren, his gaze was serious. Nervous, even.

"I know... I know neither of us have been given much of a choice. Even the ceremony—the priest will read our scripted vows and everyone will have to watch us... you know..." He wouldn't dare talk about that right now. You turned away, flustered at the insinuation.

He continued, "There won’t be a chance for us to really say what we feel. I just…” his left hand nervously picked at the flowers on the ground, pulling them out by their roots. He took a deep breath and turned his head up to stare deeply into your eyes. His were a pool of green reflecting you and the pretty yellow flowers around you. And more importantly, they were so clear, they reflected his honesty. “I just want you to know how I feel before it happens. And I’d like to know your feelings too, princess.”

This was the most you both had ever really talked about it—avoiding the topic at all costs for so many years. But you already knew exactly how you felt in your heart.

“I do want this, Eren,” you told him, reflecting that honest gaze back with your own. “I want it so bad I’ve been dreaming of the day for years.”

Relieved, with a smile and his signature tinted cheeks, he replied with, “Me too.” He dropped whatever flowers he had ripped out of the earth, bringing up his right hand to brush over your cheek. “Even if we weren’t betrothed by our parents so many years ago… I’d still marry you this instant.”

Your hand cupped over his own as you asked him, “Are you nervous?”

“Nervous for the wedding?” You nodded. “Not at all. I’m excited, if only because it means you’ll be my wife. And you’ll look so beautiful.”

You felt your heart racing in your chest—Eren had never expressed these kind of thoughts about you. Everything had been strictly friendly, always stopping yourselves before anything you did turned even slightly romantic.

“You’re going to look so handsome too, I’m sure of it. You already are.” You told him, letting your thoughts flow freely past your lips. As you peered into his face you’d thought to yourself that he’d grown so much—from that awkward and shy young boy you met, to this handsome and refined young prince. A man worthy of being a husband. And maybe even one day a king.

You moved your hand that was on top of his, to brush back his loose hair behind his ear. He was deathly still as you did so, feeling the touch of your fingers featherlight across his skin.

He says, barely above a whisper, “So you think I’m handsome?”

“Yes,” your fingers rest behind his ear. “Perhaps a bit brash, but handsome and charming nonetheless,” you smile, just a bit of teasing in your voice. “What about me?”

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, princess” he says, rubbing his thumb across you cheek again, “Just about died the first time I saw you.”

You laughed just a little at his boyish expression. “Is that true?”

“It’s still true,” he replied. “I’ll have to request they’ll be a doctor present at the wedding just in case.”

You both laughed at that, and Eren didn’t think he could be happier than he was right then, hearing the soft sounds of your laughter surrounded by the beauty of these flowers.

I love you

It’d gone quiet, and Eren was blinking himself out of a trance when he realized that you’d stopped laughing.

“You do?” You asked him.

He didn't realize he'd said that out loud, but there was no use denying it. Not to his future wife. "I do."

"'Ren?"

He always loved that when it was just you two, you never called him by his title. Even now his name sounded so sweet coming from you, that he wanted to hear it forever.

Actually, the next four words you said were the words he'd rather hear you say forever:

"I love you too."

His thumb traced over your cupid bow as he said, "I really want to kiss you..."

"Don't you want to wait until the wedding?" You asked, your lips brushing against his finger with every word.

"What is a wedding, anyway?" He mused as your brows stitched together. "Is it not just a proclamation of love?"

"Well... there's the vows and—"

"I, Eren Jaeger, take you to be my wife," he started, as your eyes widened in surprise. "Promise to stand by you, to cherish you, and to love you with every beat of my heart 'till my last breath. How's that for a vow?"

"It's wonderful Eren..." You looked up at him as you spoke your own vow, "I take you to be my husband..." you started, with a shaky voice as he practically beamed at you in return, "promise to love you in joy and in sorrow, through strength and through weariness, as long as I shall live."

"Do you hear that?" He asked with a playful smile, his emerald eyes flickering up towards the sky.

"Hear what, 'Ren?"

He leaned in closer, taking your face in his hands. "I think they're saying 'you may now kiss the bride'"

You started to laugh but he cut you off with a kiss. Your first kiss, you realized, as his lips melded against yours. He felt a warmth in his chest, realizing you'd placed your hand above his heart. He leaned in further, tilting his head, deepening the kiss. It was heavy with years of longing, punctuated by a sigh of relief and the tiniest of whimpers. Though it definitely showcased your mutual inexperience, with the occasional clicking of teeth and the giggle as you bumped noses, it was perfect.

When he pulled away Eren looked down at your lips, plump and glossy with his kiss. "Was that okay?"

"Can we do it again?" You asked him, wishing it never stopped.

Despite how much he wanted to, he knew he couldn't. He chuckled at your eagerness. "I think we'll have to save that for the ceremony. Because if we start now... I don't know if we'll be able to stop."

"Eren, I... don't want our first time to be in front of all those people," you admitted, gazing away from Eren in your embarrassment. The consummation ceremony was something that you'd feared more and more as the days approached. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders to share your fears aloud with Eren.

"I'm sorry, but it has to be, princess," he said, brushing a stray lock of your hair away from your face. You laid back against the flowers, staring at the sky as you sighed. "I'm not fond of it either...." He laid down in the field next to you, and his fingers traced over the skin of your forearm. He held his head propped up by his elbow, gazing down at you. "But after the ceremony you're free to do whatever you want to do, princess. We can do all the kissing you want to...or more if you're so inclined..."

Having never talked about this before, he wasn't sure how comfortable you'd be with this conversation, so he erred on the side of caution.

Yet, without thinking, you blurted out as you looked over at him, "I am certainly inclined..."

Eren's laughter to that was so loud it echoed in the clearing, contagious enough to elicit laughter from you too.

"Who knew my princess was secretly a lecher?" he teased.

"I am not!" You protested. In a quieter voice you added, "I just suppose sometimes... my thoughts about you are a little improper..."

"Well..." he started, with just a bit of a mischievous quality to his smile, "Let's get through the ceremony, and then you can tell me all about them."

"Are you ready, princess?"

Eren's voice called out to you from where he sat on his knees before you, pulling you from the sea of anxiety that threatened to swallow you whole. Your eyes darted around the bedroom, seeing all the faces of your ladies-in-waiting, your servants, the members of the church, and the royal family. An entire audience gathered with the sole purpose of watching you lose your virginity.

Your mind was just slightly dazed, having drank heaps of ceremonial wine during the festivities for your wedding, as well as the traditional wine reserved for the bedding ceremony. But even in your haze you understood the nervous feeling that prickled under your skin.

Eren could see it on your face, pained with uncertainty.

"It's okay, I'm here," he reassured you, a hand gently rubbing your thigh.

You nodded and the servants took that as a signal to draw the sheer curtains around the bed. At least there was some semblance of privacy. For modesty's sake, you and Eren both wore thin white linen clothing over your chests, though you wore nothing else. He slipped under the blanket, covering you both from the waist down. And as the final curtain drew shut, it was time for the ceremony to begin.

Eren, despite being nervous himself, kept his composure. He had to, if only for your sake.

"We can start slow, okay?" He asked, placing his hands on your knees. He rubbed over them softly, encouragingly.

"Okay," you nodded.

Eren spread your knees apart, looking towards your face for any signs of doubt. He leaned in over you and asked, "Is it okay if I kiss you?"

"Please, Eren," you told him, "I want you to."

Eren, with his chest hovering right over yours and his hands on either sides of your jaw, kissed you as hard as he could. It tasted both sweet and spiced, remnants of the wines you'd both had throughout the celebrations. Your hands came to his sides, bunching up the fabric of his thin shirt in your fists, a desperate bid at holding onto him as you tried to relax into his hold and sink further into the bedsheets.

When you broke apart, just your lips ghosting above each other, so close you could feel each other's breath on your skin—your eyes darted around the room again. Eren held onto your chin and turned you to face him.

"Don't think about them. It's just you and me, okay?"

You met his firm emerald gaze with your own, nodding. You kept your eyes squarely on his between each heated kiss. He didn’t stop until he felt your muscles relax and your head rest against the pillow.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as he pressed his forehead against yours. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and calming his nerves, before opening them again. He couldn’t help but smile when he locked eyes with you again.

“Eren… how are you so calm?” You whispered to him, “I feel so nervous…”

He took one of your hands off of his neck, and placed it squarely above his heart. Even through the linen you felt it thrashing wildly in his chest.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He asked softly. “I’m the same as you, princess. Just as nervous. But I've wanted this for so long...the whole kingdom could be here watching and I'd still want you.”

Your lips parted to tell him how you wanted him too, but your words got stifled by a whimper as his lips traced down the column of your throat. Instead of words, you opted to show him: you held on tighter to his neck and wrapped your legs tight around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into you. With his lips he painted your unsullied skin with his sin, the first and only man to ever touch you like this. When you'd pulled him so close to you that there was no room left, you felt him hard and eager between your legs.

"Princess..." he murmured against your shoulder before pulling up to face you once more. He brushed over your lips with his thumb, just as he had back in the clearing. Only this time, he was so clearly overtaken by lust, his gaze lidded and pupils so wide all traces of green were gone. "Can we..."

"Yes...I want to," you replied, your focus entirely on your husband. You'd practically forgotten about your audience now, them impatiently waiting for you both to finish as they stood behind the curtains.

He didn't take his eyes off of you for a moment, even as his hand slipped down between you both to touch you, to prepare you for him. He went slowly, purposefully, with gentle reassurances of how well you were doing, and how pretty and beautiful you were, his lovely wife. God, he still couldn't believe after all this time—to finally call you his wife... he smiled at the thought, looking down at you as you writhed and moaned so pretty under his touch. He wasn't an expert by any means, never having done this himself, but he knew from awkward conversations with his father that the first time would hurt for you if he rushed it.

As he sat on his knees he pulled his two fingers out of you, coated in your slick, and rubbed it onto his length with a closed fist around his shaft. He grit his teeth and bit back a groan at the sensation, watching as you held your legs spread open for him. You were flustered, he could tell by your face, but as Eren lined himself up with you, you began to feel prickles of excitement behind the nervousness. You reached out to him, to grab onto the fabric over his chest once more. He shot you a questioning look.

"I'm okay, 'Ren." For the first time during the ceremony you called him by the name that you'd only ever reserved for his ears, a smile at the corners of your lips as your legs squeezed him at either of his sides.

He nodded and then you felt it: the tip of his cock as it pushed against your entrance. You gasped almost immediately, casting your gaze down towards where you were connected, but all you could see was the fabrics of your shirts and the cloth of the blankets on your bodies.

"Look at me," Eren said to you, "Wanna see your face, princess."

When you did meet his gaze, he repeated, "Just keep your eyes on me."

And then it started: the pain of being stretched for the first time as he pushed his way in as delicately as he could manage. You gasped and winced as he split you apart, hands gripping tightly onto his shirt, the bedsheets, anything they could reach.

"Erennn," you whined his name, a dull ache as he pushed in little by little.

"I know...a bit more, okay?" In reality, it was barely the tip that was even in and you were already so impossibly tight around him.

"Ah-okay, okay."

He pulled out just a little and pushed back in, gaining an inch in the process. The action had you mewling against him, your thighs squeezing at his sides again. A positive reaction. So he did it again. And a third time, which had him halfway inside you. Something about pulling out and pushing back in felt good even despite the pain, earning soft moans from you.

When he stopped, to his chagrin he heard you say, "Again."

"So impatient, you lecher," he chuckled, but his tone was gentle. Then, again he did the motion, slowly, letting you ride out each wave of pain until it turned into pleasure. It was abysmally slow, but it was reassuring, it was exactly what you needed. And it made you so glad to be Eren's wife.

When Eren was finally fully sheathed inside you, you both paused for a moment, realizing that, yes, finally, you were connected like this. The feeling of being stuffed like this, of having him so deep inside you, it couldn't be described as anything less than being full.

"Are you alright?" He asked when you'd gone silent on him.

"I'm so... so full," you said, voice dazed as you stared back into the black pools of desire that were his pupils.

"I feel it... it's tight. Warm." He sighed, eyebrows stitched together as he concentrated on not coming immediately. "It feels so good."

He dragged his cock out to the tip, an experiment to see how it would feel to pump his whole length into you. When he did so, it felt incredible. Even his brain felt foggy, and not because of the wine, drunk on the pleasure that he gained from being inside you like this.

It still stung a little for you, a dull ache that subsided little by little with each patient stroke and slow thrust of his hips. He switched positions, shifting from sitting on his knees to leaning over you, his hands holding onto the headboard behind your head for support. The angle had him deeper inside you, the feeling so intense it had you gasping for air once more. But by the way your legs tightened around his waist and your fingers dug into his shoulders, he knew you were slipping farther and farther away from pain and closer to the pleasure he was feeling.

And then he heard a faint "oh."

It was like a switch had gone off, and suddenly there wasn't a single bit of pain. Each push and pull of his body felt good, so, so good.

"Oh—Ren, it's—“

"Feels good?"

"Yes, Yes."

He buried his face into your neck as he rocked into you, the beginnings of a steady rhythm starting as you both began to feel the pleasures of lovemaking, his hands holding onto the headboard above you for stability. He was quiet save for his heavy breathing in your ear, until he heard the sounds of your moans leaving your lips.

“Baby?” He asked you, low enough for only you to hear.

“Mhm?”

“Keep quiet, okay?” He kissed at your shoulder as he did a particularly deep thrust that had you swallowing a sob. “Don’t want anyone to hear your pretty voice but me.”

You bit down on your lip to stifle your moans, trading them in for hushed whimpers as Eren moved back and forth into you. You were both so relieved it didn't hurt anymore, succumbing to the pleasure that you were able to give each other. He switched it up, on some thrusts hitting so deep you had to sob, and on others opting for quick and shallow, making you ultra-sensitive. He was still learning what to do, what felt good for the two of you. And he vowed that after this ceremony he would spent as long as it took to learn what you liked and perfect it, if only to please you.

He felt your fingers around his neck, felt them dig into his hair and tug on his strands. "'Ren, want you to kiss me," you breathed out, craving the touch of his lips on yours once more. He let go of the headboard, instead framing your cheeks with his palms, kissing you deeply like he wished to consume you as he grinded his hips into you, over and over.

He broke apart from you to take in a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his forehead against yours, as your walls clamped down on him. You were getting tighter and tighter by the moment, each thrust pulling you towards the edge, and he was being pulled right along with you by your body.

"Princess you're so—god, you're so tight right now," he sighed, his voice strained. He felt it himself, the way he was coming so close to his release.

"It just feels so—oh, god—just so, good, 'Ren."

"I know—I know," he leaned down to kiss you again as he moved faster, to swallow the moans and cries that could no longer stay caged behind your lips. He opened his eyes just to peer at you, mouthing the words "so beautiful" as he watched you come undone, sweat tainting your brow, your lips forming a little 'o' as you choked on a sob. All for him.

It couldn't have even been a couple seconds longer until he reached his peak too, the gradually winding coil in his body snapping with a fury at the feeling of your orgasm squeezing him tight inside you. It was so foreign, to feel how warm and wet it was as he came so deep inside you. You both stilled for a moment as your body throbbed and his own shuddered with each load he pumped into you, his body draining itself of everything it had to give you. You felt it, the way he twitched and throbbed inside you and he groaned against your neck, his chest heaving with his attempts at catching his breath.

You shared a lazy smile when you finished, Eren’s lips grazing your forehead as his fingers danced along your flushed skin. You’d even forgotten you weren’t the only two in the room, until there was shuffling of feet and chattering of guests as they left, satisfied with what they’d seen. You and Eren shared a look of surprise, the both of you lost in a world of your own until you’d been reminded that this was a ceremony and not the privacy of your bedroom.

When all the viewers had left, and it was just you and Eren alone, his first words to you were: “I love you, princess.” Despite his dazed, worn-out, slightly drunken stare, there was nothing but affection behind it and love laced with his words.

“I love you too ‘Ren,” you smiled, tucking his messy loose hair back behind his ear. It was for nothing, because the second he leaned down to kiss you again his locks slipped out of place once more. So you twirled them with your fingers instead.

“That was… better than I imagined it to be,” Eren said with a sigh, shifting under the covers until he was laying next to you, facing you.

“Yeah…” with just a tiny teasing grin you said, “wanna try again?”

Eren laughed, the sound so deep but so gentle, affectionate even. “Slow down, princess.” He placed a kiss to your temple and added, “We’ll have a whole lifetime to love each other, won’t we?”

“Yeah…we will.”

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔, and his friends always tease him about it.

Eren and his boys—Jean, Connie, and Armin—spent four days together in Miami, Florida. It was a much needed trip, and each of them wanted to focus solely on spending money, having fun, and meeting beautiful women.

Except Eren.

He enjoyed ziplining over pools, drinking at clubs, going to the beach, and eating nearly all of the complimentary hotel breakfast food with Connie by his side, who started stuffing fruits and cups of cereal—with no milk, as he forgot, of course—into his clothes once the staff told him breakfast would end in ten minutes.

Even so, as he sat in the hotel’s dining area that had a light aroma of stale coffee and sunscreen, he missed you desperately.

Armin, who sat down at the little table across from Eren with his muffin, fruit, and eggs, could tell that his best friend was upset by the way he stirred his own scrambled eggs around on his plate, but not actually eating them.

“Don’t worry,” Armin looked up at his friend after taking a sip of his orange juice—Armin loved hotel orange juice, and Eren hated it—and the blue-eyed boy flashed a reassuring smile. “We’re going home tomorrow, so you’ll get to see her soon.”

“Yeah,” Eren mumbled.

“Maybe you could FaceTime her before we leave for the day,” Armin suggested. After all, jet skiing and scuba diving were on the agenda, and he truly wanted Eren to enjoy it.

“I already talked to her twenty minutes ago,” Eren sighed, slouching back in his chair. “It only made me miss her even more. She has a new hairstyle and everything.”

“Eren,” Armin slowly chewed on a strawberry as he blinked. “It’s only been a few days.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Eren pinched the bridge of his nose, and that’s when Connie and Jean joined them at their table.

“Guess what,” Connie grinned, placing two packed plates of food on the table. “They said we can sit here and eat as long as we want even after they stop serving breakfast, but we just can’t go back for seconds.”

“Connie grabbed every fucking thing he saw,” Jean frowned, grabbing a seat next to Armin.

“Hell yeah,” Connie picked up a grape, tossing it at Jean’s head. “So don’t be shy, grab whatever you want and eat up!”

“Don’t throw the grapes,” Armin said. “They’re delicious, so try not to waste them.”

“Loosen up, will you?” Jean frowned, breaking his hash brown into pieces before diving right in.

“I’ll loosen up once I know everything’s going according to plan,” Armin paused. “I mean, someone has to make sure we’re on schedule. It’s our last day here, so if we miss something, we won’t get another chance to do it.”

“The hell does that have to do with throwing grapes?” Connie said, earning a laugh from Jean.

Jean ruffled Armin’s blonde hair. “Don’t worry, we know you love the beach. We’re not gonna miss anything, alright? So just relax.”

“Right,” Armin smiled softly, “sorry.”

For a moment, everyone ate their food and engaged in somewhat polite chatter about today’s planned events.

“Alright, so we have our entire morning and afternoon planned,” Jean paused. “What are we doing tonight?”

Armin took that opportunity to bring the one silent member at their table into the conversation.

“Eren, is there anything you wanna do?”

“Yeah. Pack.”

And with that, Eren left the table, tossing his uneaten food in the garbage before heading back to the hotel room.

“Damn it, Connie,” Jean frowned. “I told you to let the guy bring his girlfriend.”

Connie tossed his arms up defensively, swallowing his food before he said, “go to Hell.”

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As the day went on, Eren managed to have a bit of fun with his friends. Even so, as he swam with colorful fish and zoomed across the sea, a tingle of pain would shoot through his heart whenever he remembered that you weren’t with him, experiencing all of the bucket-list worthy adventures by his side.

As the group headed home in Jean’s SUV, Eren sat in the backseat besides Connie. He pressed his head against the foggy window, looking out at the orange streetlights passing by.

“Eren,” Connie fought back a laugh, pulling his phone out to record the pouting man. “Why are you acting like you’re in a R&B music video right now?”

“Shut up, Constance.” Eren effortlessly tossed his hand out and smacked Connie’s tattooed arm.

Connie quickly ended the recording.

“I’m gonna drop Eren off first,” Jean said, gripping the steering wheel as he made a left turn, “I really think he might die if he doesn’t get to Y/N soon.”

“Turn left again,” Armin said, directing Jean from the passenger seat. “But guys, leave him alone. Y/N’s lovely. None of us can understand what he’s going through because the three of us are single.”

“Thank you, Armin,” Eren said.

Eren folded his arms across his chest, continuing to sulk like a kid who just had their favorite toy taken away.

But, once Jean turned down a familiar street, the depressed man instantly perked up.

“You’re grinning like a toddler, dude,” Connie teased, but Eren ignored him, gripping the door handle tightly.

Jean tugged on his hat, slowing down as he pulled up in front of your home. However, before Jean could come to a complete stop, Eren started to jump out of the car.

“Eren! Be careful!” Armin warned as Jean slammed on the brakes. His warning was utterly useless, as Eren was already halfway through your front yard by the time the words fell from Armin’s lips.

“You forgot your bags!” Jean shouted, rolling down his window. “Didn’t shut my damn door, either.”

Suddenly, you opened your front door, having heard all of the commotion outside. And when you smiled, all of Eren’s friends could easily see why he was so in love with you.

Eren nearly knocked you over once he finally made it into your arms, a big smile spreading across that beautiful face of his. He showered your forehead and cheek with kisses as he inhaled your comforting scent.

“I missed you so much,” he said.

“I can tell,” you teased, hugging the tall man back. “I missed you too.”

He pulled away from the hug only to cup your face with his large hands. He kissed your lips softly, melting over the touch he had craved for days.

“I’m not going anywhere without you ever again. I don’t care if it’s the grocery store or to the living room,” Eren mumbled against your lips, and you giggled softly.

“Hey!” Jean suddenly honked his horn. “You’ve seen her, now come get your stuff!”

“In a minute,” Eren shouted back, flipping the driver off.

He just had to stare at that gorgeous face of yours for a few more minutes, and who could blame him? He was madly in love with you.

Mother’s Day

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Summary: Your husband shows his appreciation for you when he pampers you on Mother’s Day, but spoils you with the more exciting surprises later in the night.

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: oral sex M receiving, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, breeding kink, cursing, pregnancy talk, creampie, sex toys

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“Mommy, mommy, look what I picked for you!” You see your daughter, a little bundle of joy not much taller than your dining table, sprint your way with a cute little arrangement of flowers in her tiny hands.

She crashes into your arms, and you immediately lift her up with a small groan because she really is getting heavier.

“Oh wow” you inspect every flower, noticing how they are all in your favourite colour “they’re beautiful, baby. Did you pick them all by yourself?”

Two forest green eyes look away, a little pout gracing your daughter’s cute face “Well, daddy helped.. but only a little!” She declares, making you chuckle and kiss her plump cheek.

You hear a laugh from somewhere behind that you instantly recognize, turning around to see your husband walking towards you with a wide smile on his face.

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