word count: 627 [ 2 min 20 second read] | ✪ content warnings: porn w plot (is this enough to be considered a plot?), writer who thinks they’re funny, p in v sex, car sex
famous!eren x influencer!reader
✭ curse eren and his stupidly good brain melting dick.
you and eren recorded a little dancing tiktok. you were both big social media presences, so you expected big numbers, but this went reaaaaaaaaal large and you couldn’t figure out why.
at a point in the dance, eren spins around and in his back left pocket there’s just enough fabric to make out what it is:
this had y’all’s followers up in ROAR!! you’re away at a shoot all day as twitter explodes, barely having time to check your phone.
and of course, here is your idiot big head boyfriend keekeeing on the timeline.
so how exactly did eren become eren Panty Snatching yaeger?
you and eren share feverish, desperate kisses. you don’t wanna let each other go, but eren doesn’t want to miss a second of your body being revealed to him as he undressed you. unbeknownst to you, he slips your pretty soaked thong into his pocket after tugging your shorts off.
eren pulled up on you taking promo pictures for a swimwear line and couldn’t keep his hands to his goddamn self. so, here you are in the back of his tinted black audi fogging up the windows.
he’s taken time to kiss from your nipples to your clit, spitting at your cunt for extra lube before sitting up and tugging down his jeans.
you moan, low and deep, fist clenching ,as he enters you. he begins to fuck into you, deep and on a mission to fuck you stupid.
and he does. his fingers are relentless against your clit, determined to make you shake with the help of his other hand keeping your hips in place.
“eren.. ohmygod so good ssso good so g-good” you quietly chant, eyes unfocusing a bit but still locking on his gaze.
“is it, baby?” he questions, smirking down at you in between loose strands of his hair.
“y-yessss.. ah- too good, too deep,” your praise changes after he uses his hand to lift you up and pull you towards him more, going deeper and knocking the fucking air out of your lungs.
you bring your hands up, desperately trying to push against his pelvis to slow him down. he just pulls his hand from your hips and moves yours up to his lips, kissing your knuckles before letting them fall back down. he knows you don’t have the strength to try again.
before he goes to help you maintain the arch, he pushes your thighs up and out a tiny bit despite the constricted space.
“fuck, how much tighter can you get princess?” he asks in awe, the repositioning having helped, “oh fuck, damn near choking me.”
you have him moaning, not groaning, moaning out in your ear.
it’s enough to drive fling you over the edge, passing up eye contact for rolling your eyes back and beginning to shake under his touch.
“eeereeeeeeennnnnn..” his name is long, breathy and drawn out from your lips, a beg for something unspecified.
he doesn’t falter in place despite the twitching of his cock, a silent signal of how close he is, not allowing you to come down from your high. by now you have no defense left and are a babbling, moaning mess under him, still cumming on his dick. eren cums, the two of you moaning so loudly you’re sure anyone walking past the car had to hear.
after a few slow strokes he pulls out, the plat plat of cum dripping onto his leather seats is audible over both of your harsh breathing. a string of cum breaks when his lower abdomen disconnects from your pelvis.
by the now, the last thing you were worried about was where the hell your panties were. no worries, 1/4th of twitter found them for you.
