MORNING DEW (DONK) FT. EREN YEAGER
summary: itâs the morning after the grammys, and after a night of restless lovemaking, you decide to continue your antics before the sun even fully rises.
cw include: black fem!reader, musician!eren, musician!reader, some messy kisses, morning sex, unprotected sex, riding, missionary, dirty talk, praise nâ some real sweet talking, rennie gets a little emotional, creampie, brief aftercare// wc: 4.5k
a/n: iâm a few days late w/ this but i very much enjoyed writing ittttâi missed my rennie baby so so much hehe!! the shibari sugu fic will be dropping after this, idk when, but itâs coming fs bc i didnât write 26k words so far for nothin!!
Ἅᥠyou know the sun rise for you, give me that morninâ dew . . . ἍáĄ
never in a million years did you think youâd be here. hereâin a hotel suite, tangled up in five hundred thread count sheets with your former ex, now current boyfriend again, eren.
he was soundly asleep, defined chest rising and falling slowly as his eyes moved rapidly behind the lids. he mustâve been dreaming.
youâd been watching him sleep for lord knows how long. you were once watching him in the dark, mostly listening to his even breaths, but sky slowly got brighter, giving you a better view of him. your chin rested on your knee as you took in his exhausted form, and then your mind eventually drifted to the night before . . .
sunday nightâthe night of the grammys.
an important night for you and eren given that you both dropped albums, followed by a couple extra projects a year prior. coincidentally, they were set for release within days of each otherâhis dropping only five days after yours.
it didnât bother you in the slightest. whether it was intentional or not, you paid little to no mind to it since you didnât want anything to do with your ex and his music. all you wanted to focus on was you.
this was your self-titled. the album that would define you to everyone in the industry and the world. no man was going to steal that shine.
but thankfully, those were not erenâs intentions. it was an error made by his team.
and he was able to explain this all to you and more when you surprisingly made an appearance to his release party. he invited you, hesitantly, to be friendlyâ not expecting to see you there all dolled up. the vintage dolce & gabbana you were wearing hugged your curves perfectly that night.
now you plan it to wear it to all your future anniversary dates.
a low hum momentarily broke you out of your thoughts, your gaze focusing on eren, who was quietly stirring in his sleep. his thick brows scrunched together, a pout forming on his raw, kiss bitten lips. seconds later, his features rested, low snores filling the quiet space once again.
you missed him, you really didâbut you were glad he was different now after being apart for almost three years.
the eren you knew before was sweet and doting when he wanted to be, yes. but he wasnât very good at prioritizing things . . . or revealing his emotions . . . or apologizing without some kind of expensive gift to sway your feelings. he was slowly losing himself. things that were intertwined perfectly between the two of you began to unwind and wilt away.
for these reasons, you ended things. and it wasnât pretty.
eren was heartbroken. iâm talking falling to his knees with his tear stained face buried in your skirt. youâll never forget the way his hands splayed over your lower back, pulling you closer nâ closer so you wouldnât leave. or the way his voice cracked when he tried to explain why he just wasnât being a good boyfriend. he askedâpleaded to know what he could do to fix it, what he could give you to fix it.
but it was too late for poor rennie. you were already too far gone and confident in your decision.
he eventually let you leave without any kind of fight, and after sitting outside his house for a good forty five minutes, you left.
eren wasnât afraid to spill his broken heart and frustration into his music, andit did numbers of course. but it also had fans talking. things were escalated even further when they noticed eren was completely wiped from your social media. people were devastated to hear that their favorite couple were broken up to say the least.
you didnât say much about the breakup at all besides for one interview where you simply said, âsometimes people just outgrow each other.â
it was already hard enough dealing with it on your ownâthe last thing you wanted to do was do a deep dive of your failed relationship with some stranger who was getting paid to milk the story out of you.
but you did drop little hints every now and again in your music about your healing heart and the relationship you mourned.
after a few months things went back to normal in your world, but eren still lingered in the form of flowers. birthdays, holidays, whenever you won an awardâyou were always gifted with an expensive bouquet, along with a handwritten note.
he was actually able to secure himself a dinner with you with flowers. a luxury bouquet of peonies and roses with a card congratulating you for your self titled going number one, along with a dinner invitation to celebrate you and your craft.
he wasnât a sore loser about coming up second. he was excited for you. proud of you. he knew how much your music meant to you, and after listening three different times to all thirteen tracks, eren could feel everything you put into it.
âare you watching me sleep?â
the sound of erenâs raspy, morning voice broke you out of your thoughts for the umpteenth time that morning. a smile spread across your lips, âmaybe.â
â . . . weirdo. câmere.â
the sheets ruffled beneath you as you crawled over to him. his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. you made a small noise, the ache in your thighs that you were feeling earlier returning.
âmy phones been goinâ off all morning. iâd say our first public appearance reunited went great,â you mumbled into his chest. his skin was scorching beneath your lips, and the faint smell of his cologne still lingering after hours of sexcapades.
eren squeezed at your side, his fingers aligning with the bruising marks he left only a few hours prior. âi didnât think youâd care about that shit. we looked happy . . in love . . i couldnât imagine it going any other way.â
âi donât care about that shit . . . but it is nice to know that people are happy to see us together again.â you were looking up at him now with bright eyes and smudged liner. his hair caught your attention, all prettily splayed across the fluffy pillow. youâd be lying if you said you didnât miss those soft, dark brown locs.
you had a bit of an obsession with them. always running your fingers through them while he played on his game system or wrote music. tugging on them whenever he annoyed you or was acting like an assânot only was the reaction cute from his nose scrunching up, but he got the message to not fuck with you.
a sliver of sunlight finally came through the window, catching your attention and his.
âgod, why are you up so early? didnât i put you back to sleep around three?â your man groaned, scratching tiredly at his head. his brows raised only slightly when you pressed a kiss to his pec once. twice.
he was still bare, obviously, and as were you. after having sex for the first time in years after the award show, you both couldnât keep your hands off one another afterwards so going commando was the only suitable option.
yep, thats right. even when reunited for almost a year, the two of you didnât have sex until last night. for you and the age you were at, sex was feeling very sacred and intimateâand given your past with rennie, you were very much on the hesitant side when it came to having him indulge in your body like that once more.
you thought it might irk him, make him pull away from lack of intimacy in that area. but like it was stated before, rennie was different a man. he was twenty six, going on twenty seven in just a month. his frontal lobe had fully developed it seemed, because baby boy was definitely more mature and communicative with his thoughts this time around.
that irritating ass attitude he sported, even when he first cracked open his eyes from sleep, was the only thing that didnât seem to fade away.
but just because sex wasnât on the table didnât mean other . . . . things werenât done.
you couldnât deny that eren had gotten more attractive and defined as time went by. his hair was a bit longer, he got a few new tattoos, and he was just . . . bigger. no longer a lanky man with semi-thin arms, and small ridges for abs.
he didnât party as much like he used to, the lack of alcohol and more time in the gym doing him some good physically and mentally. his time was now being spent either writing music, producing beats, or meditating if he had the time.
it was work work work with this man until you came back in the picture.
whenever he wasnât working, he was with youâsomewhere off the grid, and basking in your presence. it took him two months to work up the courage and finally kiss you, and as the weeks went on after that he became more touchy. playing with your syrupy cunt was as sexy as it got for him during those months, but he didnât mind one bit.
it was all worth the wait once he was finally able to pin you down and fuck you oh so sweetly into the king size bed you were in now.
you went three? four rounds? you honestly lost track after he had you squirting from backshots around three a.m.
now here you were, head resting prettily on his chest, with his strong, warm arms wrapped around you. all while his heart thrummed a steady beat against your ear.
but there was just one problem. you were feeling rather needy again, despite the ache in your lower half.
eren didnât say anything. he just looked down at you with this blank stare on his face. then, he raised his chin up, signaling for you to come closer.
he didnât expect you to swing your leg over his waist, and get comfy on his stomach, but he wasnât complaining. your pussy felt . . . soft, warm against his already heated skin. he could feel the slick collecting, pride swelling in his chest that this was a sight only heâd have the honor of seeing.
âkiss me then,â he murmured, trailing a tatted hand up your side. goosebumps rose along your skin, and a familiar heat pooled in your lower belly when you finally pressed your lips against his.
it was soft, sweet. when you pulled away he was squeezing at your side, a silent plea for you to stay close. you kissed him again, and this time it was longer, a small whimper bubbling in the back of your throat.
erenâs free hand cupped your cheek for a brief moment, deepening the kiss. he suckled on your bottom lip then slipped his tongue into the soft cavern of your mouth, his chest falling in a long exhale.
suddenly, your bottom half was lifted by a pair of strong hands, and you were sat right on his dick. the length of him was nestled between your folds, and if you paid close enough attention, you could feel the veins that wrapped around him thrum against your slicked center.
âgood pussy . .â he mumbled against your lips, fingers dancing down the length of your spine until they settled on your behind, squeezing the petal soft skin hungrily. âmissed me too much, didnât she?â
his only answer to that teasing question was a hard bite in his bottom lip making him hiss.
âyouâre so annoying,â you breathed out, breaking the heated kiss. both of erenâs hands came down on your ass for a second time, hard, the smacking noise echoing throughout the quiet suite.
âthen do somethinâ about it . . . unless youâre too sore,â he snickered, trailing his fingers over your jaw and to your lips, tracing the cupids bow with pure adoration mixed with lust.
your nose and eyebrows scrunched like a disturbed kitten, and then you were softly biting at his fingers, keeping them in place as you ran your tongue over them. erens dick twitched at the action.
he let out a small grunt when you wrapped your hands around his wrists, pinning them next to his head. ânever too sore to get what i want. you should know that by now, ren.â your tone was soft as you spoke, the grip you had on erenâs wrists loosening.
you were sore, but this level of pain was nothing compared to the endless hours you would spend practicing choreography for your performances. this shit was light work.
âgosh, i mean itâs been so long, baby,â he sighed, emerald eyes twinkling in the sunlight. âguess youâre just gonna have to remind me.â
you couldnât help but giggle, balancing on the balls of your feet as you gripped his heavy length. your teeth clamped onto your bottom lip, brows scrunching together when you swiped the shiny tip between your folds.
and there went eren making that fucking face.
that stupidly attractive face where he nibbled on his lip, and his eyes were hooded. the green orbs were fixated on the area between your bodies, watching in awe as you circled his tip over your clit.
âhahâcmon. sit on it.â
you didnât need to be told twice, dumbly sheathing the entirety of his cock inside you in one go. it didnât hurt as much as the night before, but that inevitable burn from the stretch of him had you wincing.
erens eyes had fluttered shut by now, a blissed out furrow nestling between his thick brows. he was still tired, and your warmth was making him overly sleepy, yet turned on. one part of him wanted to just keep you you there, and hold you against his chest while he lulled you back to sleep.
but the other part of him, the part that usually always won, wanted you to ride him until he passed out.
âwhy are your eyes closed? open them.â you poked at his cheek gently with a manicured nail.
when eren finally opened his eyes and looked up at you, your head was cocked to the side with a puzzled look on your face. âare you, like . . trying not to cum too quick or somethinâ? your face has been twisted up like that way too long for my liking.â
âhonestly? mâtrying to figure out if i wanna have you keep my dick warm or ride it. either way iâm a happy, blessed man.â
âyes, very much so.â his strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you down until your chest was snug against his own. the angle brought you much closer to his handsome face, decorated in beauty marks and still slightly puffy from sleep. his hand squeezed at your hip before making its way down to your ass. âstart moving.â
you made a small noise in agreement, lifting your hips until he remained about halfway in before lowering them once again. eren let out a low hum, âmhm. jusâ like that, baby.â
he pressed a kiss of encouragement to your cheek, his own hips gently matching your pace. while one of his hands remained glued to your ass, the other gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at nothing else but him.
you were never good at eye contact growing up. of course it eventually got better as your fame grew, but erenâs eye contact was a bit different. of all the haters and critics that stared you down, nothing made you feel smaller and more vulnerable than the intense, longing stare from those green eyes of his.
âyouâre really pretty, you know that?â he breathed out, squishing your cheeks together. he was setting the pace now, his hips moving at a quicker speed that increased the noises that came from your greedy pussy. you were so wet already that it was almost puzzling to him how you were already dripping down his balls after only a few minutes of this.
but he had to remember, and remind himself daily; that he wasnât the only one who was missing his other half terribly. although you didnât show it publicly or privately to anyone in your inner circle, you had missed eren way more than you shouldâve after the breakup. certain smells, sceneries, music . . . it all reminded you of him whether you liked it or not.
and you were only humanâjust a simple girl with needs, so yes, whenever you found the time to masturbate, it was more than likely to the thought of eren, his voice, his physique. the intimate times you shared together under silk sheets.
you were honestly shocked, and very proud, that you were able to resist him and that stupidly good dick of his for almost a year.
but you didnât have to resist anymore thankfully. your mind and pride finally took a load off your shoulders, and gave you the peace of mind to finally indulge him with a soaked cunt and embarrassingly quick orgasms to go with it.
suddenly, he felt a swell of something warm nâ fuzzy in his heart, his mouth opening and spewing out âi missed youâ before he could even process it. he wanted retract the statement and even apologize for being so sappy. but then he thought . . . why?
why apologize for missing you? his woman.
rennie abruptly tucked your head in his neck, his nose nuzzling against the soft skin of your shoulder. he didnât mean to fuck into you so fast, but that lovey feeling he had inside always brought it out of him.
âmissed you . . missed you so much, ( â¤ď¸â ). missed this pussy. a-all of it. donât ever leave me again,â he growled out, possessiveness clawing at his chest almost painfully.
your face scrunched up, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes much to your dismay. this wasnât apart of the plan. why were you crying?
you let out a shaky breath, burrowing your face further into the warmth of his neck. âi missed you too, eren,â you spoke, soft and sweet.
i love you sat heavy on your tongue like a spoonful of honey, itching to make it way past your kiss swollen lips and into his ear. those three words have yet to be uttered by you since getting back together. why? you werenât even sure yourself. eren found himself having the same dilemma as well.
âh-hey, come back to me. i want a kiss,â he moaned into your shoulder, his canines trailing over the sweaty skin. when you didnât move or respond, hit bit down. it wasnât hard, but it was enough to grab your attention.
no words were exchangedâonly a bruising kiss that soon turned into eren sucking your tongue into his mouth.
it was becoming a little much for you.
his hands wandering all across your body, squeezing nâ smacking any inch of skin he could grasp. the sinful moans he let out as he suckled on your bottom lip. his cock ramming into that same spot that had your vision going blurry.
âyouâre gonna cum arenât you? mmchtâbet you canât even hold it in for a few more minutes, right?â your jaw was in his grasp again, a teasing smirk spreading across his lips.
with the amount of brain power you were using to scold your body into holding off a little longer, it was extremely hard to come up with a coherent sentence.
âhah, youâre lying.â
and then you were abruptly flipped onto your back, erenâs dick slipping out of you with a wet popping sound. he gave you no time to process the change in positions, or even give you a heads up that he was gonna ram inside with a mean âare toâ hissed into your ear.
it felt like all the air had been punched from your lungs, a loud cry ripping past your lips. eren hummed in content, slinging your thighs over his own along with a quick kiss to your jaw. his thumb rubbed semi-fast circles into your clit, and when he looked down something mesmerizing caught his attention.
it was you, well, your pussy, struggling to take his dick and gracing it with a pearl colored sheen of cream. his cock fit almost perfectly, and it made him excited to think about the countless night he would soon spend molding your gooey walls to take him with ease again.
âah, ahâren, i canâtttt,â you sobbed out, pushing a hand against his abdomen. your nails dragged down the tan skin, making him hiss.
your hand was yanked away, now pinned by your head along with the other. eren slowed his thrusts, settling for deep grinds and delicious circles that had tears pooling at your lash line. your man was inches from your face, his hair forming a brunette curtain that shielded you from the rising sun.
the action felt so intimate, like you and him were the only two people in existence.
âi thought you were tired, h-hm?â
it was nice to hear your voice. donât get him wrong, eren loved the noises you made, but hearing you hoarsely get your words out while he made love to you was even better.
he loved you. heâs always loved you, and forever will. even if the universe decided to selfishly drag you away from his desperate clutches, heâd still carry a torch for you in heart until his last breath.
he started to say something then stopped. but once he saw the look on your face the words came spilling out, choked and more meaningful than ever.
and then he said it again. and again. and againâ
âiloveyou. iloveyou. iloveyou.â his voice cracked, the grip he had on your wrist tightening. he closed the gap of space between you, his forehead pressing snugly against yours. âalways been you. always gonna be you. i-iâm gonna be better now, yeah? never gonna leave me again because iâll be good for you. i promise, ( â¤ď¸ ). i-i promise.â
three salty droplets hit the apples your cheeks, but you paid them no mind. they didnât matter. especially when this is the second time since knowing him that erenâs cried in front of youâthe breakup being the first unfortunately.
neither of you knew why this second go around was so much more emotional. maybe it was from drowsiness, or the beautiful scenery. maybe it was because it was finally settling in that this the real, and there were no more doubts from your end.
you werenât sure, and neither was eren. all rennie knew was that if you didnât say it back, he was bound to combust into pieces. that tough face that he sported almost twenty four hours a day was replaced with something youâve never seen before.
âyou love me right? right?â the last part of his sentence was punctuated by a thrust, rewarding him with a loud moan that he greedily swallowed up in the form of a kiss.
your head bobbed eagerly, lips parting in a sob. âi do, ren! i do love you, i-i promise.â
his thumb pushed up your wrist and trailed over your pinky, pushing down lightly. it wasnât exactly a proper pinky promise, but itâd have to do. he brushed his nose over your cheek, âsay it again. just one more time for me, and iâll let you cum.â
the skin of his pelvis was rubbing against your clit sloppily, bringing you closer and closer to the release you prided yourself for holding back. you needed it desperately now.
âi love you eren. t-this feels safe. you feel safe. mânot gonna leave again i promââ
your orgasm hit you like a semi, interrupting your oh so sweet words. but that was okay with eren. it was all worth seeing the look on your face as he brought you to climax. he could feel your thighs trembling against him, your wrists thrashing against his palms. he hadnât realized how tight his grip was was until he actually loosened up.
he laced your fingers with his, shallowly drawing his hips back before slamming forward again to ride out your orgasm. his own was quickly approaching, and with a choked moan, he was finishing inside you in long, hot spurts.
âlove you . . love you . .â he whispered into your cheek, drowsiness suddenly overtaking him.
he rolled over with quickness, knowing that if he stayed in that position any longer, he surely wouldâve collapsed and gotten an earful about how he âcrushedâ you.
you moved right along with him thanks to his death grip, his cock still nestled in the confines of your warmth. he was exhausted, you could tell by the glazed over look and slow blinks.
âh-here, lemme up. iâll be the big spoon and hold you this time.â your voice was quiet, strained. a hot cup of tea was definitely needed later for the both of you.
eren made no protests as you slowly lifted your lower half, a dribble of cum leaking from your stretched entrance and down the inside of your thigh. a shower was also needed without a doubt, but you knew it would be hopeless to get eren out of bed for at least a good half hour.
once you were settled on your back, eren was latching onto your side like an oversized koala. his head was resting in the crook of your neck, and one of his long legs was draped over both of yours. you almost wanted to laugh when he blindly searched for your breast, tatted hand squeezing it gently three times before going limp.
âiâll get up soon, i swear. âknow you gotta get up and pee.â
âi also need to get in touch with mika. she wants me to do this interviewââ
eren made a grunting noise in annoyance, plus lips pushing into a sleepy pout. âbabyyy, i thought weâd get the day to relaxxxx.â
âwe are, silly. if you wouldâve let me finish, i was gonna say she wants me to do some interview in the next couple days.â your fingers ran through his soft locs, scratching lightly at his scalp to ease him. âdonât worry, iâm still all yours today you big baby.â
suddenly, eren was lifting his head, that needy expression he had only minutes ago now replaced with his signature glare. he didnât say anything at first, emerald eyes looking you up and down until they eventually softened.
his head was back in its rightful place, his hand squeezing at your breasts once more for comfort. ânot a baby,â he muttered into your skin, the vibrations tickling you.
âmaybe not a baby . . but youâre definitely mine.â the line was cheesy as hell, and you knew it. but eren definitely seemed to enjoy it given the gruff laugh he let out.
