“c’monnnn, cabo tan” you groan, exasperation laced in your voice.
you're sprawled on your stomach across one of eren's absurdly expensive lounge chairs, the kind with cushions so plush you almost feel guilty lying on them.
almost.
your baby pink bikini is barely there, a tiny triangle number eren picked out himself at some boutique in the bahamas last weekend. the top's ties are loose between your shoulder blades, because why bother tying them when you're just tanning?
your bottoms disappear completely where they're meant to, swallowed by the plush curve of your ass. you've got one cheek pressed against the warm cushion, arms folded under your chin, and closed eyes behind sunglasses.
the lemon drop sweats condensation on your manicured hand, droplets dripping from the crystal glass. you made it yourself at his personal bar….three tries before you got it right and you're pretty sure you still used too much simple syrup. but it tastes good and that's what matters!
from the second floor bedroom balcony, eren watches you.
he's leaning against the iron railing, one elbow propped with a cigarette burning slow between his ring clad fingers. a thin curl of smoke drifts up past his face but his eyes never leave you. the way your spine dips into your waist. the way those pink bottoms cling to the full swell of your cheeks like they're holding on for dear life. the way one strap of your bikini top has already slipped down your shoulder, the fabric barely covering anything anymore.
he takes a long drag and exhales as he smiles to himself.
fuck.
he doesn't even remember what he was doing before this; some email, some invoice, or some client bitching about a firewall. but none of it matters when he's got you down there, tanning in his pool area like you own the place.
he pulls out his phone and zooms in just slightly, not too much, he wants the whole view. the glittering water, the pink bikini, and the way the sun shines on the cocoa oil rubbed into your skin. once he snaps a picture, he texts it to you.
your phone dings from the small table beside your lounge chair as you groan softly, reaching blindly without lifting your head. probably a package notification from you ordering three new lingerie sets last night because eren mentioned wanting to take you to cabo for your birthday. but when you squint at the screen through your lenses, your stomach flips.
it's a picture of you from above.
your bikini top completely undone, straps pooled around your elbows. your bottoms eaten up by the round globes of your ass and your legs parted just slightly, feet dangling off the edge of the chair.
you crane your neck slowly and there he is.
leaning against the balcony railing, cigarette still burning, and phone still in hand. his hair's pulled back in a messy man bun, a few loose strands falling around his sharp jaw. he's shirtless already, probably stripping off his hoodie the second he stepped outside, and the afternoon light carves shadows into the lines of his tattoo peeking out from his ribs.
he doesn't wave nor does he call out. eren just stares down at you with that half lidded look that makes your thighs press together.
you smile slowly and sweetly shout up at him, "you like the view or what, ren?"
his smirk is visible even from here as he nods his head.
"come down and see for yourself," you add while wiggling your hips just enough to make the fat of your ass jiggle.
eren flicks the cigarette over the balcony and disappears back inside. it takes him less than three minutes to change before you hear the glass door slide open and the soft pad of bare feet on warm stone.
when you look up again, he's walking toward you in black swim trunks hanging low on his hips, chest bare, and hair still in that messy bun. a crystal tumbler dangles from his fingers— something amber, probably whiskey, because he never drinks anything fruity unless you beg him to share yours.
in his other hand: a bottle of sunscreen. you giggle while pressing your cheek back into your folded arms. "you're so predictable."
"am i?" he asks as he sets the tumbler down on the table next to your lemon drop and crouches beside the lounge chair. the bottle clicks open as cool lotion drips onto your shoulder blades and you shiver. "i just don't want you to burn."
"uh-huh…whatever you say."
his hands land on your shoulders and he starts working the sunscreen into your skin. his palms glide down your spine, over your ribs, and his thumbs press into the small of your back as you melt into the cushion with a soft sigh.
he leans down, lips brushing your ear. "you left your top untied."
"did i?"
"you did." his hands slide lower, palms curving over the swell of your ass, thumbs dragging along the edge of your bikini bottoms. "careless girl."
you hum while arching your back just enough to press into his touch. "that's why i have you, smart man. to take care of me."
he squeezes both of your cheeks firmly and you feel him smile against your shoulder. "yeah," he murmurs, voice low and thick like the whiskey in his glass. "that's why you have me."
you feel his fingers find the loose strings of your bikini top before you even realize what he's doing as he gathers the strings, tying them carefully into a small bow between your shoulders.
his hands linger a moment longer than necessary as they smooths down your spine, tracing the dip of your waist. then he straightens and you hear the soft swish of liquid against glass as he picks up whatever liquor he brought down with him.
"jacuzzi," he says and you know it's not a question.
you push yourself up on your elbows while twisting to look at him over your shoulder as he's already walking toward the bubbling water.
"coming, baby?" he doesn't turn around but you can hear the smirk in his voice.
you scramble off the lounge chair quickly, nearly tripping over your own feet, and he chuckles as you pad barefoot across the warm stone to join him.
the jacuzzi bubbles softly in the corner of the pool area, steam curling up into the evening air. you climb in first, the hot water lapping at your thighs as you fix your hair clip, not wanting to mess up your freshly done hair. eren sets his glass down on the edge and steps in after you, water sloshing gently as he settles onto the submerged bench seat.
you don't hesitate as you climb right into his lap, knees pressing into the bench on either side of his hips, straddling him like you belong there. his hands find your waist immediately as his thumbs stroke lazy circles against your wet skin just above the hem of your bikini bottoms.
now you're nose to nose with him, his damp hair half fallen from the bun, loose strands sticking to his temple and his jaw. a few pieces cling to the column of his throat and you push them away gently just for an excuse to touch him.
"how was your day?" you ask softly, acrylics dragging down his chest.
he snorts. "you mean before or after i watched you tanning half naked in my backyard?"
"both." you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "tell me everything."
eren's hands slide up your back to pull you closer until your chests are pressed together. his skin is cool despite the warm water and you can feel his steady heartbeat against your chest. he's always so calm and controlled as his fingers dig into your waist lightly.
"dealt with a client who didn't know the difference between ram and storage," he murmurs against your temple. "had to explain it three times."
you kiss his cheeks as you watch his lashes flutter over them. "poor baby."
"then i had to call my accountant because someone-" he says as he pinches your side lightly, "spent five hundred dollars on bathing suits last week."
"that was for the bahamas and now, cabo!" you protest while grinning. "you said pack cute things."
"i said pack a suitcase, not bankrupt me."
you laugh and kiss his nose, then his jaw, then the spot just below his ear that makes his breath hitch. he lets you because he loves the way you spoil him with affection. his hands roam your back, tracing your spine, the dip of your waist, and the swell of your hips above the waterline.
and as you pepper his face with kisses, eren finds himself thinking how different this is and how different you are.
the babies before you were a little older and poised. they faked their laughs and forced their touches like affection was a transaction with them. they would've never climbed into his lap in broad daylight or kiss him in a jacuzzi like no one was watching.
but it’s also the way you kissed him breathless on that balcony in the bahamas with the ocean below and the way you giggled when he bent you over the railing, moaning loud enough for the whole resort to hear.
no one had ever been like that with him. no one had ever been so unafraid to want him but he doesn't say any of that out loud. he just pulls you tighter against his chest, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.
"cabo's gonna be good," you say between kisses, pulling back just enough to look at him. his green eyes soft in a way he'd never admit to. "right?"
"yeah." his thumb traces your bottom lip. "fly out the morning of your birthday. private villa with a beachfront. and that backless dress you like, i wanna see you in it."
"you're so good to me."
"i know."
you smack his chest lightly and he catches your wrist, pressing a kiss to your palm. his rings are cold against your skin, a stark contrast to the warm water and the heat building between your bodies.
"you're different, you know that?" he says quietly, almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud.
you tilt your head. "different how?"
eren just shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "just different."
he doesn't elaborate but instead, his hands slide down to grip your ass, pulling you flush against him under the water. the bubbles hide the way his hips roll up into yours but you feel it and you gasp as your fingers curl into his damp hair.
"yeah?" his voice is rough now, the controlled mask slipping. "you gonna let me show everyone in cabo who you belong to?"
"mhm." you kiss him again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against his. he tastes like whiskey and something sweet from your lemon drop he stole a sip of earlier.
when you finally break for air, he's breathing hard as his forehead presses against yours.
"twenty three," he murmurs. "gonna be a good year for you."
"for us," you correct and the way his lips twitch makes your heart ache in the best way.
he pulls you tighter against his chest, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles into your lower back. the jacuzzi bubbles around you both, and the city sprawls out below the penthouse, glittering and distant.
"you're gonna be the death of me," he says into your hair.
you grin against his neck. "but what a way to go, right?"
he laughs and you feel it rumble through his chest and into your bones. "yeah, baby," he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, your collarbone, and the hollow of your throat. "what a way to go."
“I’m sorry to tell you this sir but…” Connie’s elderly neighbor whispered to him as he walked towards his front porch. He had just gotten off of another 14 hour shift and the only thing he wanted to do was get wrapped up in you.
“Well young man, I think your lady is cheating on you.” She says. Her brows pull together tightly and her clammy hand grips his forearm. Connie blinks a few times. “Excuse me?” He asks. “I’m so sorry but I had to say something. I’ve seen a few gentlemen callers coming in your home when you’re at work. Quite frankly, it’s mighty disrespectful. This is a peaceful neighborhood around these parts. And well. I see you’re working hard and I figured you should know.” She finished up her speech with a firm press of her lips. “Uh…” Connie didn’t know what to say or how to feel. “Well, thank you so much for telling me. You have a great night.” Connie pats her hand softly and walks back towards his front door.
Dropping his bags at the entrance he walks to the kitchen, the sound of R&B music playing softly on the speaker. He calls out to you. “Baby…” his eyes turn the corner and there you are dancing around the kitchen. Connie stills at the entrance to take in the sight before him. Your hips sway to the music eyes closed and head lifted up. A thick pair of muscular hands are wrapped around your waist moving with you to the beat.
Connie can do nothing but process it. You’re in bliss for a few more seconds before your eyes peel open and you see him standing in the doorway. “Connie. You’re home early baby.” He quietly walks closer to you. Ony steps back from your body and allows you to move around the counter. You walk towards him and wrap him in your embrace. His body relaxes immediately at your touch. He buries his face in your neck and sighs. “You seem tense baby what’s wrong.” Connie mumbles into your shoulder. “Connie. I can’t hear you.” You giggle. “Long day at work. Our neighbor things you’re cheating on me by the way.” He says as he finally lifts his head.
Your brows furrow. “Cheating on you?” You say, shock across your face. A deep chuckle rings out from behind you. “Damn you cheating on us baby.” Ony chimes in. Connie can’t help but laugh. “She said she’s been seeing…what was it? Oh. Gentlemen callers coming into our home.” Connie says. He recaps the entire encounter with you and Ony. “Nosey ass lady.” Ony says rolling his eyes. “Oh my god that’s so embarrassing.” You go back to cooking dinner. “Aye. It’s better she stopped me than Eren. He would’ve cussed her out.” Connie laughs out loud. “Oh shit. He will lose his mind if she walks up to him and says that.” You say.
It’s true that your relationship was…unconventional. I mean you’re married to three men. And when you all moved in both Eren and Ony were out of town so the assumption that it was just Connie made since. Still it didn’t make it any less weird that your neighbors think you’re cheating on your husband. “I’ll have to figure out how to explain it to her somehow.” You say shaking your head. “Connie baby go get cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready.” He nods kissing your forehead and dapping up Ony before he goes up the stairs to clean up.
He was down just in time to help set the table when the front door opens and Eren storms in.
“Man, why the fuck did our neighbor stop and call me a home wrecker on my way inside.”
This shit came to my head at random lmfao. Don’t ask questions.
no one among your friends understands why you have to date the one and only eren. they all know that you’re the complete opposite of him. sweet, caring, and could never hurt anyone. he isn’t the meanest, but he’s for sure not the sweetest either.
you tried to ask him if he could act a little more sweeter, instead of acting like a jerk. it didn’t even help at all he only said that he’d think about it, but you still don’t see any changes.
yes, you know what the consequences were of dating a frat boy, but whenever you guys are alone, he drops all the ‘jerk’ acts.
he’s way more needy once all the doors are shut — more caring. he acts all tough with his friends, but with you, he’s the most lovesick boy you’ve ever seen.
he braids your hair, melts into your touch, lets you play with his hair and much more.
whenever he feels stressed and nervous about the basketball match he has to win that day, you help him.
you run your fingers through his dark brown hair, with some strands being left on his forehead. sometimes he even asks for a soft kiss before heading off towards the match. he looks at you with those pleading, green eyes.
of course you can’t resist kissing him.
after he won or lost his match, he’d always yap about it with you. the back of his head on your lap, with your fingers curling in his hair.
he also could be pissed off after his basketball practice – either how his teammate pissed him off, or how his coach went harder on him than the rest.
if it’s about one of his teammates, then you’ll always tell him that he should try to calm down and think about something else. the same goes for when his coach goes hard on him.
he really only listens to you. you make him apologize to his friends if he did something wrong.
he adores everything about you. how you bite your lower lip when you’re doing your homework, or how you always smile so widely once you see a chiikawa plushie.
he truly loves you, even though he’s a jerky frat boy
made by @jeerencho do not repost
a/n: I love frat boy eren and I didn't see many fics of him so I decided to make one myself <3
Immediately, you use your sock-covered toe to gently kick Eren’s foot over slightly, encouraging him to close his legs from their plant in a “man-spread.”
Your boyfriend, with an offended look and mouth agape, watches as you take your position on his now closed lap, legs draped over the side and your arm wrapping around his neck. You set the bowl of snacks on your lap and bring one of the salty crackers to his open mouth, not even acknowledging his incredulous expression. You gently coax the cracker into his mouth, but he doesn’t bite it quite yet.
“Excuse me?” He manages, mouth warbled around the cracker. His tongue prods the cracker in, and he chews it anggreddibely
You shrug, “yeah, like, you man-spread, you’ve got a man bun, you man-splain-“
“When have I ever man-splained something to you?” He grumbles, clearly still not taking your words well. You giggle. He softens just slightly. Your laugh always has had that effect on him.
“Baby,” you croon, leaning in to kiss his pout; once, twice, and on the third peck, he kisses back, and your heart rate spikes in excitement. “It’s not a bad thing. You are a man, it’s okay.”
“Yeah but don’t say it like that,” he whines. “Makes it sound like a bad thing. Like I want to be a menace.”
“You wake up and consciously make that decision everyday, it has nothing to do with you happening to be a man,” you snort. He takes the bowl from your lap and puts it to the side, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you closer. You smell the cheap body wash clinging to his skin, mingling with the expensive cologne he uses in his collar. His pout is etched into his face while he nuzzles into your neck, and his breath causes goosebumps to raise on your skin. You mewl and wrap your arms around his neck, letting his face comfortably burrow in the curve of your own. “But you’re my menace, I love you for that.”
You feel him smirk against your skin, and you shiver at the hot breath splaying over your neck.
levi ackerman x fem!reader
warnings: none :)
an: finally some levi fluff hehe~ i saw a fic like this a long time ago and decided to recreate it 😊
You stood near Levi’s desk, arms crossed and a teasing smirk on your lips as he finished adjusting the straps on his gear. The early morning light poured in through the window behind him, casting his office in an amber glow—warm enough to soften even the infamous scowl on his face.
“You’re triple-checking your harness like a rookie,” you said lightly.
“I don’t intend on dying because of a loose strap, brat.”
“You don’t intend on dying, period,” you corrected, walking over and gently pulling his cravat tighter around his neck. “Besides, you’ve got someone to come back to now.”
Levi’s eyes flickered up to meet yours. That intensity—the one only you ever got to see soften.
“I don’t need a reminder,” he said lowly.
You didn’t break eye contact. Instead, your fingers trailed from his cravat up to his cheek.
His hands instinctively found your waist, steadying you, grounding both of you in that rare and quiet intimacy that existed only behind closed doors.
He glanced at you sideways. “What are you doing?”
“This,” you whispered, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
He sighed, as if he were already exhausted by your antics—but you didn’t miss the way his fingers flexed at his side.
“Are we really doing this right now?”
“Mmhmm,” you murmured, lips grazing his jaw. “Before you go risking your life, I think you deserve a proper goodbye.”
Another kiss—lower this time, brushing the underside of his jaw.
Then one near his ear.
Then one just above his collarbone.
He shifted slightly, but still didn’t stop you. Maybe he didn’t want to.
“Don’t get carried away,” he muttered.
“You love it.”
“You’re leaving marks.”
You leaned in and said sweetly, “I'm not.”
Another kiss, slow and possessive, right at the side of his throat.
Levi let out a breath through his nose and fastened his cravat lazily over it. “You done?”
You tapped your chin in thought, then kissed his mouth once—quick and warm.
“Now I’m done.”
He adjusted his jacket, grabbed his gloves—but didn’t notice the trail of lipstick evidence decorating his pale skin.
You, of course, stayed completely quiet.
As he stepped toward the door, he glanced at you once more, his tone softer now.
“Try not to miss me too much.”
You gave a slow, coy smile. “Too late.”
---
The morning chill hadn’t yet burned off. The squad stood in a loose circle near the horses, the kind of barely-coordinated gathering that usually only happened when Levi hadn’t arrived yet.
Eren was yawning. Jean was pacing. Mikasa was already fully prepared and silently judging everyone else.
“Where the hell is he?” Jean muttered, shifting his weight. “Captain’s never late.”
“Maybe a Titan ate him,” Sasha added helpfully, chewing on a hunk of bread.
Mikasa didn’t say anything, but her eyes were on the HQ building like a hawk.
Then—footsteps.
Levi emerged from HQ, striding toward them with his usual quiet confidence. Scouts jacket. Bladed gear. Blank expression. Standard-issue everything—
Except the very obvious lipstick mark on his left cheek.
And the one half-hidden under his jawline.
And the faint pink blur at the base of his neck, slightly covered by his scarf but still peeking out.
He didn’t notice.
But they did.
Hange blinked once.
Sasha choked on her bite.
Armin visibly froze, as if trying to compute a math equation that broke physics.
Jean stepped back like he’d seen a ghost.
“...What the fuck is that?” Jean muttered. “Does anyone else—? Am I losing it?”
“Wait—waitwaitwait,” Connie gasped, grabbing Armin’s arm. “Look at his face. Look at his face.”
“I am looking at his face,” Armin whispered. “There’s lipstick. There’s definitely lipstick.”
Hange turned, took one look at Levi, and let out a loud, delighted cackle. “HOLY SHIT.”
“Are those—?” Sasha started.
“Lipstick,” Mikasa confirmed, arms crossed.
Jean took a step back like he’d seen a ghost. “Who the hell kissed Levi Ackerman?”
Eren squinted. “That… that can’t be real. That’s Levi. He doesn’t—he doesn’t do kissing.”
“LOOK AT HIS FACE!” Jean barked, pointing. “Someone full-on made out with him before he got here!”
Moblit looked like he was glitching. “Did we enter a parallel universe?”
Levi stopped walking. His expression was blank, jaw tight, but he could feel all eight of them staring holes through him.
He considered just mounting his horse and leaving without a word.
But no.
Too late now.
“What,” he said flatly, “are you all gawking at?”
“Captain,” Armin started delicately, “you… seem to be wearing… um…”
“Several very vibrant statements of affection,” Hange supplied. “In Rich Rosewood. Excellent shade, by the way.”
Levi glared. “Tch. It’s none of your business.”
“You’re covered in it,” Sasha said, voice an octave too high. “It’s everybody’s business now.”
“You’ve got kisses all over your damn face,” eren said, incredulous.
Levi frowned. “I do not.”
Mikasa reached into her pocket and whipped out a tiny compact mirror. “Check the evidence, sir.”
He looked into it.
Pause.
A longer pause.
His expression didn’t change—but his eyes did.
“…Shit.”
Connie exploded. “WHO KISSED YOU?!”
“No way this was just one kiss,” Sasha breathed. “This was like—a storm.”
Armin looked genuinely distressed. “Captain, are you in a relationship? Like—a real one?”
Hange’s grin stretched ear to ear. “Oh my god, it makes so much sense. You've been disappearing more. Staying late in meetings that mysteriously don’t involve any of us. That mysterious bruise on your neck last month. The weird good mood. This is huge.”
Levi adjusted his cravat again, this time higher, but it was far too late.
He considered lying. Brushing it off.
He sighed.
“I’m seeing someone,” he said, voice sharp as steel.
Sasha screamed.
Connie dropped to his knees. “THE WORLD ISN’T REAL.”
Jean’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. Wait, wait. Who is it? Who could it possibly be?”
“It’s not your concern,” Levi said calmly, starting toward his horse.
“It absolutely is our concern!” Jean cried. “We’re invested now!”
“Are they in the Corps?” Armin asked, trying to keep the tone respectful. “You can just say yes or no. Blink twice.”
Eren but he grew up on an island where he got be rambunctious and free (literally). And he gardens to ease the mental anguish that follows him in every timeline.
✧ just for you: eren sees you in a dress for the first time and all he can think about is taking it off from you.
✧ pairing: bad boy!eren x good girl!reader
✧ rating: +18
✧ genre: college au, new relationship, smut, fluff
✧ warnings/tags: fluff, smut in the forms of fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, lots of praise, dom!eren, sub!reader, kinda cock warming? idk, drug use, eren being grumpy what else is new, english is not my first language!!
✧ words: 7.7k
✧ a/note: hii!!! this is my first time writing for eren!! this was supposed to be a 3k one shot but i got too excited lololol enjoy!!!
Eren was not used to seeing you wearing a dress.
He was used to seeing you walking around campus in turtlenecks, fuzzy sweaters, and skirts that were never quite short enough for his liking. You would drop all your books on the library table and wrestle with your enormous green puffer jacket, with your glasses slipping down your red nose, your cheeks flushed from the cold, and your hair tangled from the wind. And he loved it, that was the version of you he fell in love with all those months ago.
Yet tonight, you stood right in front of him in a skimpy black dress, your hair falling flawlessly down your back and your glossy lips making you look as if you’d stepped straight out of his dreams.
Maybe your dress wasn’t even that short; maybe he was exaggerating only because he had never seen you wear anything like it. He knew there were girls with dresses far shorter than yours, that yours reached your upper thighs just enough, and that he had no rational reason to be feeling this insane. He had seen you in less clothing than this, that was for sure. And still, he couldn’t help but wish he was somewhere else pulling down the thin straps off your shoulders.
You leaned against the kitchen counter as you laughed with Sasha. A loose strand of hair fell across your face, and you brushed it back, tucking it behind your ear. You didn’t want to be here—he knew you’d rather be at home, reading three pages of a book before falling asleep on his chest—and even if you did a damn good job hiding it, Eren could tell.
Sasha had begged you to come to the last of Connie’s parties before winter break, even if it was only for an hour or two. You’d refused, of course; you hardly ever had a good time at parties, always saying you didn’t like alcohol and didn’t like getting high in crowded places. Eren, on the other hand, was more than willing to go. Being your complete opposite, he liked parties, he liked alcohol, he was the guy who rolled the perfect joint and passed it around to your friends. So eventually, he persuaded you to come, promising he’d dance with you if you did.
You had gasped dramatically. “Oh my God, like a hard launch?”
Eren laughed under his breath. “Yes, like a hard launch.”
You’d only been dating for about a month, after a year of so much back and forth, a thousand headaches, mornings spent sneaking out of your dorm before Sasha woke up, a couple of fights, and a few tears. But finally, the two of you had stopped playing around and made it official.
Naturally, you had resisted at first. There was absolutely no reason to fall for Eren — a guy infamous for being an excellent lover behind closed doors and a free spirit in every other aspect of his life. You had known him for a while, mostly because he was an old friend of Sasha, your roommate and best friend, but the two of you were far too different to ever end up in the same place at the same time. At least, not until Sasha asked — begged — you to tutor him for a biology-related class.
That should’ve been it. Eren was a psychology major, and you didn’t share any classes, so all you had to do was survive a few tutoring sessions and by the end of it, you would’ve kept seeing him in far corners, flirting with some girl during your friends’ birthday parties, or around campus while he pretended not to remember you.
He had quite a reputation, and you wanted nothing to do with it. At first, of course. Then he pulled a few tricks and managed to lure you into his game — little did he know you had tricks of your own up your sleeve, the kind that would end up making him fall harder.
So you took the whole hard launch thing seriously. He was your first boyfriend, after all.
You said you needed to look like a couple, so you took it upon yourself to dress him tonight, choosing a black short-sleeved T-shirt and baggy jeans that sat low on his hips, and insisting he tie his hair up in the same bun he wore every day. He rolled his eyes and pretended to be annoyed, of course, but deep down he found it adorable.
He had no say in that dress, though.
You spotted him from across the room, your eyes relieved that you found him. Raising your eyebrows, you sent him a message: you were done for tonight. Eren laughed.
Approaching you from behind, he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your exposed shoulder.
“Are you ready to go?” he murmured, squeezing the soft skin beneath the fabric of your dress.
You turned your head just slightly to kiss his cheek. “We can get going.” You agreed, the sweet sound of your voice reaching his ears above the loud music.
Sasha paused mid-sip from her red cup to shoot Eren a glare. “So early?” she complained. “Why are you trying to steal her away from me?”
“Because she’s too nice to tell you she wants to get the hell out, maybe,” Eren said, resting his chin on your shoulder.
You shook your head, disapproving. Sasha let out a dramatic gasp. “Is that true?” she demanded, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense.
“I’m just a little tired…” you said, a shy smile tugging at your lips.
“Fine, you can go now.” Sasha huffed, rolling her eyes. “I guess it’s way past your bedtime.”
You jumped forward to hug her goodbye. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You pressed a wet kiss to her cheek, making her groan.
“Or not,” Eren joked.
“Right, I forgot he’s holding you hostage in his bedroom,” Sasha went on complaining.
“Don’t say it like that!” you cried, which made Eren laugh under his breath.
“Fine, fine. Get out now.”
You smiled, kissing her cheek one last time. “Say goodbye to the guys for me!” you said as you reached for your boyfriend’s hand. His fingers slipped between yours, you let him guide you out of the crowded kitchen.
Outside, the main hall opened up around you—the heart of the party. The music was blasting, people were dancing shoulder to shoulder, and colorful lights flashed across the room. Eren waved past the sea of people and the abandoned red cups on the floor, walking you through a dim corridor that led to Connie’s room, where your helmets and his leather jacket were waiting.
He tugged you closer to his body, leaning in to speak against your ear. “So, you say you’re tired, huh?”
“Yes. I should be asleep by now,” you joked, trying to ignore the way his hands tightened on your hips as you pushed open the door to your friend’s room.
He followed behind. “You aren’t running away from me tonight wearing that dress.”
You began to laugh as you stepped into the room, turning the lights on and closing the door again. “Yeah, right. I’m sure I’ll pass out the second I get to the be—“
Before you could utter another word, he spun you around and pressed you against the door, his mouth claiming yours in a messy, hungry kiss. His hands stayed clamped to your hips, trapping you there as if he couldn’t let you go.
His hands trailed down your thighs, fingertips catching on the hem of your dress as he pushed beneath it, his tongue sliding into your mouth in a desperate attempt to pull your focus away from protesting.
He pressed you harder against the door, chest flush to yours, his fingers brushing higher as a soft groan escaped you. He cupped the back of your thigh, lifting it slightly to draw you closer, his other hand gripping your waist, sending chills down your spine.
You placed a hand on his chest, gently pulling away. “Connie is gonna kill us if he finds us here,” you warned, trying to sound collected, but your glossy eyes and parted lips gave you away.
He chuckled, clearly amused. “I’m not fucking you in Connie’s room.”
He finally let go of you, glancing around the room in search of your things.
The room was a mess of your friends’ things. Bags and coats were piled on the floor, and Sasha’s makeup was scattered across Connie’s desk like she’d gotten ready in a hurry and never looked back. A couple of empty cups sat by the window and discarded shoes were all over the floor. You looked at the chair beside the desk, where your two black helmets rested beside Eren’s leather jacket.
“Could’ve fooled me,” you said, watching him throw the jacket over his shoulder and grab both helmets in one hand, He tilted his head towards the door, signaling you to follow.
You opened the door and stepped aside, letting him pass. Once he was out in the hall, you pulled it shut behind you, trying not to look as flustered as you felt.
“I’m fucking you in my bed,” he said just before the music swallowed his voice. He laughed when he heard you groan in embarrassment.
You followed him outside, stepping onto the street as the cold wind hit you, pushing your hair back and making you shiver. You hugged yourself instinctively, you were wearing little to no clothing, after all.
Your boyfriend wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his warmth. “Did you have fun?” he asked as he guided you both towards his bike.
“You could say so,” you murmured, resting your head on his shoulder. “I think I’m not going to any parties for the next two months, though.”
Eren laughed under his breath. “You’re such a nerd.”
You punched his arm, walking up to the bike and hopping onto it without hesitation.
“And you’re rude,” you shot back, snatching your helmet from his hands.
He caught you before you could put it on, cupping your cheeks with both hands. His smile softened, inches from your face. “What did you just say?”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “That you’re rude. Didn’t you hear me?” you repeated, stubborn as always.
“Take it back,” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours in a teasing nudge.
“What?” you scoffed. “No. You take it back.”
“Why would I?” he grinned. “I’m telling the truth.”
“I’m telling the truth too.”
He leaned even closer, his lips hovering just above yours. “Give me a kiss,” he murmured, “and I’ll forgive you.”
You stared at him, offended and flustered all at once. “You are going to forgive me?”
“Mhm,” he hummed, amused by your reaction.
You slid your hands up to his collar and pulled him just a little closer. “You give me a kiss,” you said softly, “and I’ll forgive you.”
“I’ll give you more than a kiss,” he whispered, kissing you lightly, just enough to make you chase it. “I’ll take you to bed, I’ll take that fucking dress off.”
Your breath hitched, but you still smiled against his lips. “That sounds like a threat.”
“It’s not,” he said softly, thumb grazing your jaw. “I’m just letting you know.”
“In that case…” you hooked a finger through his belt loop, tugging him closer, “we better get home fast, cowboy.”
…
You stumbled through the dark hallway of Eren’s apartment, fists curled in the fabric of his shirt. He held you steady by the leather jacket he’d made you throw on before the ride home, his other hand steady on your waist as he parted your lips with his tongue, kissing you deeper with every step, trying to get you to his door in one piece.
He pinned you to the door, his mouth still devouring yours as his free hand dug through his pockets for the keys, refusing to give you even a second to breathe.
Your fingers tangled in the hair at his nape, sliding down his throat and across his chest. You were both breathing hard by the time he managed to get the door open, pulling you inside, kicking it shut, and tearing the jacket off your body in one smooth, impatient move.
You couldn’t help but giggle into the kiss, breaking the silence of the quiet apartment.
“Are you back already?”
You jolted, instinctively stumbling out of Eren’s hold when Armin’s familiar voice drifted in from the kitchen.
You turned towards the sound. He was perched on one of the kitchen stools drinking a glass of water, already in his pajamas, the glow of his phone lighting his face in the dark.
“Jesus, fuck! Armin,” Eren hissed, snapping his head in his friend’s direction as his hands dropped from your body, trying to steady himself again. “You scared the shit out of me.”
Armin chuckled, clearly amused. “I’m sorry.” He simply said, watching the two of you act like nothing happened, like you weren’t about to fuck in the living room couch just a second ago.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” Eren asked, taking a second to pick up his leather jacket from the floor and hanging it in the coat rack next to the door. He couldn’t help but sound annoyed. “I thought you were still at Connie’s.”
“I came back like an hour ago,” Armin said, still scrolling on his phone. “I was exhausted, and Jean was on the verge of throwing up. I didn’t feel like dealing with that.” Only then did he look up. When his eyes met yours, you lifted a hand in a small wave. “Hi, y/n. Did you like the party?”
You crossed the kitchen and sat beside him on the stool. “Well, it had its moments, I won’t lie,” you admitted with a soft laugh. “But you can’t really trust my judgment on parties. I have zero experience.”
Behind you, Eren let out a frustrated sigh, still moping over the interrupted moment. He pulled open the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and handed it to you. You took it with a smile, pretending not to notice how grumpy he was.
“I’m guessing you’re more into those trashy little bars Eren takes you to to play pool.” Armin teased, throwing a pointed look at Eren just to annoy him further.
You laughed immediately. “Of course! I love those,” you said, opening the bottle and taking a sip.
It was the truth, you preferred those little bars where Eren used to take you when you first started being a thing than the loud parties filled to the brim with strangers. Armin called it trashy, but you would’ve called it cozy. On Summer nights, Eren would take you there and offer to teach you how to play pool only to get a chance to stand behind you, press his chest against your back and touch your hands while whispering things in your ear. The memory alone made your heart flutter.
“I didn’t see Annie tonight, by the way. Where was she?” You asked, pushing the memory away for your own sake.
“She didn’t go,” Armin explained. “She had an early shift. I’m picking her up tomorrow.”
“She didn’t miss much, though,” you joked. “Unless she wanted to see Reiner get drunk and cry, of course.”
Armin laughed, shaking his head. “I’m sure she’s seen enough of that.”
You could hear Eren clearing his throat as he watched the small interaction. When you glanced back, he was watching you with that look, the one that said he was trying very hard to be patient.
His eyes flicked towards the hallway leading to his room, then back to you.
“Are you two done catching up?” he muttered, pushing off the counter. “Because, uh… I kinda wanna go to bed already.”
You wanted to laugh at him. It was useless to act like nothing was about to happen, you knew that Armin could put two and two together easily. Still, you played along with your boyfriend.
You nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m tired too.”
Armin looked up from his phone, playing clueless. “Yeah, same. Long night.”
You took another sip of water. “I’ll go wash my face first,” you said, directing the words at Eren.
He nodded, just once. “Okay.”
“Night.” Armin hopped off the stool, grabbing his glass to rinse it. “Sleep well, you two.”
He walked past Eren, giving him a knowing look that he tried to ignore, keeping his expression perfectly still. It was the clear picture of someone who desperately wanted to shove his best friend into his room and shut the door.
“I’ll have headphones on. Don’t worry about noise.”
You nearly choked. “Armin!”
He turned back with wide, innocent eyes. “I meant the movie I’m watching.”
You glared at him, but he only smirked without saying anything else, disappearing into his room, closing the door behind him.
A few minutes later after you left the bathroom, you headed to Eren’s room. He was laying on his bed already shirtless, with his hands behind his head and a joint between his lips. You frowned, walking towards him as you took your shoes off.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the dim orange lamp on Eren’s nightstand, but you could still make out the familiar, organized mess scattered around. His boots were discarded beside the bed, and the shirt and jeans he’d worn tonight were tossed over the chair at his desk, where psychology textbooks were piled up like he was gearing up for an all-nighter.
You stopped right next to the bed. “Why are you smoking?” You questioned, still struggling with the tiny buckle on your shoes.
“It’s just a roach I found in the ashtray.” He said, clearly still annoyed.
He didn’t say it out loud, but you could feel it in the air: the second you saw Armin at home, he’d assumed the night was over for him. And he wasn’t thrilled. Eren knew you were shy, he knew that the fact that Armin was walking around the apartment when all your boyfriend wanted was to get you naked made you nervous, so he tried to accept it beforehand, but the look on his face said otherwise.
When you were finally free of your shoes, you left them right beside his combat boots. “Quit looking at me like that.” You said, feeling his gaze burning through your skin.
Eren blew out a slow breath. “I’m not looking at you like anything.” He lied, but you knew him too well.
You tried not to avert your gaze from his eyes, but you couldn’t help noticing the way his arms flexed, the lines of his hard abdomen, his happy trail and how his boxers sat lower than they should. Was this fucker trying to make you break?
You hummed. “Yeah, sure.”
He took another drag from the joint. “Shut up. Come here.” He said, palming his lap.
Because you loved teasing him, you still obeyed, swinging a leg over his hips until you were straddling his lap. His gaze dragged down your body, eyes darkening as he watched the fabric of your dress inch higher along your thighs. The hem kept climbing, exposing the soft skin just below your hips, and he twitched like he was fighting the urge to shove the dress up and out of his way.
He barely had time to think about it before you leaned in slowly, hands braced on either side of his shoulders, bringing your mouth close enough to feel his breath, then stopping just before your lips touched.
“Poor Armin,” you murmured, your lips brushing his mouth. “Having to live here and put up with your bad attitude every day.”
His hand slid down your spine, settling right above the curve of your ass, holding you in place like you belonged there. “Don’t play with me.” He warned, voice low.
“You’re too grumpy,” you teased, rolling your hips just enough to annoy him as he settled into the pillows.
His mouth tilted into a lazy smirk. “Takes one to know one, right?”
You snorted, unimpressed. “I’m not like you,” you muttered. “Everyone thinks I’m nice.”
He arched a brow, clearly amused. “They’re lying to you.”
You nudged his chest with a single finger. “Someday you’re gonna get punched in that pretty face of yours if you keep acting like that, you know?”
He huffed a quiet laugh, eyes dragging over your mouth. “You think so?” You nodded repeatedly. He dragged a hand up your thigh, fingertips caressing your skin. “Funny. I thought you liked me like this.”
“You’re delusional.”
“And you’re talking a lot for someone who climbed into my lap on her own.”
Check mate.
Before you could defend yourself, Eren took the joint from his mouth without breaking eye contact, then lifted it to yours. You leaned in to take a slow drag without protest, your lips brushing the paper and then the tip of his fingers. His touch lingered there, warm against your mouth for a moment.
Only when you exhaled he let his hand fall, placing the joint back in the ashtray on the nightstand.
His hands slid to your waist, tightening just enough to make you gasp as he guided you down with him. He shifted onto his back, pulling you along until you were lying beside him, your chest pressed to his, your legs still wrapped firmly around his hips.
“Give me a kiss.” He demanded.
You leaned in without a second thought, sweetly pressing your lips to his, but he had other plans in mind. The kiss deepened instantly, your hands sliding down the warm lines of his chest. Eren’s body was always hotter to the touch than you were, but your cold fingers never made him flinch, if anything, he pulled you closer with a quiet urgency, like he needed you right there against him.
And you were so weak when it came to him, it was a problem, really, melting instantly when he looked at you like that, bedroom eyes in the dark luring you into doing whatever he asked. The worst part was that he knew it, he knew exactly how to make you fold.
One of his hands came up to your jaw, holding you in place as his mouth opened against yours. The kiss grew hungrier, your breaths tangled, uneven. His tongue brushed yours in a slow, claiming drag that made your knees go weak. His other hand slipped under your dress, fingertips tracing lazy, teasing circles along your thigh enough to steal your breath all over again.
You finally broke the kiss, noses brushing, your lips still hovering over his. “Armin is next door.” you whispered softly, but not nearly firm enough to be a real warning.
Eren let out a low hum “So what?” he murmured, catching your bottom lip between his teeth in a slow bite before dragging you back into another kiss, like he was punishing you for pulling away in the first place.
“So what?” you breathed against his lips, your tone amused.
“So what?” he murmured again, dragging his mouth down the side of your throat. “I can’t fuck my girl in my own bed?”
You groaned, feeling his teeth sweetly sinking into the sensitive skin of your neck. “Eren…” You whined in complaint.
He ignored the warning of your voice “You really think you can get away from me now?” His fingers climbed higher, pushing the fabric up your stomach inch by inch until cool air hit your skin. “After walking around all night in that tiny dress like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing?”
The hem of your dress reached your ribs, and he paused just long enough to look at you—then at the black lace barely covering you. “Nah,” he said, voice low. His fingertips brushed the edge of the lace, sending a heat rush straight to your stomach.“You’re not going anywhere. I’m getting you exactly how I want you.”
“Eren—“ You repeated his name as if it was the only word you remembered how to pronounce, feeling pathetic by how fast you could give in to him.
Without warning, he tugged the dress higher, dragging it over your ribs and up the curve of your chest. The hem caught for half a second, and he used that moment to lean in, his breath at your ear.
“Arms up,” he murmured, but it wasn’t a request.
You locked eyes with him for a second, trying to decide if you were going to play hard to get from a few more minutes or do as he said. You didn’t have to think much, because as much fun as it sounded to keep teasing Eren, letting him take your dress off seemed far more entertaining.
When you obeyed, he lifted the dress the rest of the way, taking it off you in one smooth pull and tossing it aside without even looking.
His eyes lingered in your naked body, only covered by your black panties. You were completely exposed to him.
He grabbed your chin, tilting your face up. “Good.” He whispered, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Now you’re listening.”
Before you could breathe, he dragged you beneath him, his weight settling between your thighs. His hands immediately found your waist, then slid up, palms dragging slowly over your bare skin like it was the first time he touched you. He didn’t hide the way he exhaled, low and rough, at the sight of you in nothing but your underwear.
“Fuck…” he muttered, almost to himself. His fingers traced the curve of your hip. “Were you wearing these for me?”
“Maybe…”
He tilted your chin with two fingers, making you meet his gaze. His thumb brushed your lower lip, his touch soft in contrast to the heat in his eyes. You could feel him everywhere. “You have me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”
You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, unable to look away from him, you felt your pulse hammering. The low light clung to him, outlining the strong cut of his jaw, his neck, his bare chest. A few loose strands had slipped free from his bun, brushing his cheek and drawing attention to eyes so green they glowed. He looked so beautiful it made your heart clench.
You barely managed to speak, breath unsteady, “Eren… we have to be quiet…” you tried to remind him.
A slow grin spread across his lips, dark and amused.
“Yeah?” he murmured, leaning in until his mouth brushed your lips. “You’re that scared someone’s gonna hear the pretty sounds you make when you’re with me?”
His hand slid down your stomach, fingers hooking into the strap of your panties. God, he knew exactly which buttons to push—you couldn’t help falling into his game every. single. time.
“It’s not that I’m afraid,” you murmured, lips forming a soft pout. With your free hand, you reached for the chain around his neck and gave it a gentle tug, pulling him closer until his breath fanned over your mouth. You blinked up at him, feigning innocence.
“I just don’t want anyone hearing what you do to me…” you whispered, voice barely steady. Your fingers tightened around the chain, tugging him one more time as you played into his game. “Not when it’s supposed to be just for you.”
A satisfied smirk appeared on his face.
“Just for me, huh?” He repeated, savoring it while he pressed himself deep between your legs. “Guess we have to be quiet, since you asked so nicely.” You nodded, letting out a soft sigh when he started grinding against the thin fabric of your panties, one of his hands coming to your breast to pinch your hard nipple between his long fingers, his thumb rubbing in soft circles. “But don’t blame me when you forget how”
Without another word, he claimed your mouth—slow this time, unbearably slow. His lips brushed yours first, barely a kiss, like he was playing with you. His tongue slid past your lips in a lazy sweep, tasting you, savoring you, moving like he had all night to devour you whole. Heat curled low in your stomach, your thighs tightening around his hips, desperately trying to pull him closer.
He groaned into your mouth when you pressed against him, his hands roamed all over your body, from your breasts to your waist, your hips and then your ass, squeezing tight as he rocked you down on his bulge, grinding against your clothed folds until you were softly moaning into his mouth. His lips moved with a patience he didn’t really have, like he was drinking you in, every breath you gave him, every little whimper you couldn’t contain, the way you melted for him, the way you arched your back to be closer to him.
Shifting slightly, he finished the job and finally dragged your panties down, grabbing your tights to spread you wider for him.
His hand slid down your thighs, a sharp breath escaping him. “Let me take care of you, baby.” The endearment spilled off his tongue just as his fingers slipped between your thighs, wasting no time in running between your folds. You bit back a moan, his other hand firm on your hip, holding you exactly where he wanted you while he worked you open “Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmured, voice dark with satisfaction.
You let out a low whimper, the sound so soft it almost made him laugh. “Shh…” He soothes as he rolled his thumb over your sensitive clit, He leaned in and brushed a quick kiss against your parted lips. “We have to be quiet, remember?”
You could barely process his words. Your breath hitched, hips tilting towards him like your body had decided for you. His fingers toyed at your entrance, stroking up and down, again and again just to rile you up, just to watch you unravel for him little by little.
“You’re doing it on purpose…” you whispered, though your voice made it sound more like a plea than an accusation.
His eyes flicked up to yours, piercing straight through your soul. “Why rush when you look so pretty like this?” He said, his voice laced with sin as he finally pushed two of his fingers inside you. A needy gasp slipped out before you could stop it, your walls clenched around him like you’ve been waiting for him all night, tugging him deeper. “Mhm, so fucking tight.”
Your head fell back in surrender, yet your eyes never left his. He moved slowly, purposefully, pumping his fingers into you while his thumb stayed on your clit, drawing tight circles that made you catch your breath.
Eren leaned down to leave an innocent kiss on your jaw, his nose brushing on your cheek. “You’re so easy for me,” he whispered against your ear, enjoying the way you jerked and squirmed under him as his long digits sank into you, curling up inside you in the most tortuous way. “You’re already making a mess.”
His lips traveled down your neck, each kiss slower than the last. His mouth dragged lazily across it before he ventured lower, tracing the swell of your breasts, catching you off guard when he wrapped his mouth around one of them, you back arching as his tongue prodded out to trace circles on it before he started to suck on your sensitive nipple, his mouth hot and greedy. He took his free hand to your other breast, playing with and squeezing the flesh until you were seeing stars.
Your fingers slid into his hair without thinking, catching on the strands that had slipped loose from his bun. His hair was soft, warm from his skin, you held it like it was the only thing that could ground you. He groaned against your chest, his hot breath hit your skin and your whole body tightened in response, your hips rocking helplessly against his hand.
You were trying, you were really trying, but it was impossible to stay quiet. You let out a pathetic mewl when you felt his finger pulling out almost completely, gathering up your arousal just to fuck back into you without any kind of restraint.
“Eren, I—“ You whispered, voice trembling. Your eyes pressed shut, feeling your stomach tightening as you felt your climax closer and closer. Eren was painfully right, you were so easy when it came to him, so easy to push to your limits, and he enjoyed every second of it, with pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows, trying so hard to behave, it made his boxer feel impossibly tight.
“Baby, please…” You cried, trying to come up with a coherent sentence, the sound going straight to his groin.
He let go of your tit with a wet pop, giving his full attention to your fucked out face, your parted lips flushed and swollen from his kisses, your half-lidded eyes, the strands of hair clinging to your cheeks, the smudged makeup you’d spent so long perfecting earlier that night. You were so overwhelmed already, so close.
“What is it, pretty?” he leaned closer, too pleased with himself.
Your breath hitched, you blinked up at him with that look that you just knew was going to make him break. With wide eyes, soft and sweet. “I… I can’t wait.” You confessed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He slowly pulled his fingers from you, earning a helpless whimper you couldn’t bite back. Before you could recover, his hand came up to your face, his fingers were warm and slick against your cheeks, sending a shiver down your body as he held you still.
You bit your lip hard, your walls clenching around nothing, desperation hitting you all at once. “’m so close… please—”
His thumb pressed lightly into your jaw, tilting your head up until your gaze locked with his, helpless and caught. “Use your words, baby. Let me hear you.” His voice was low, patient in the cruelest way.
The words left you in a whisper meant for him alone, sweet and breathy, almost innocent. “I want you inside me, please…” Your gaze drops to his mouth, and your chin lifts a millimeter into the hold of his fingers, like you’re about to close the distance. “I want to cum around you.”
You observed his eyes darkening under the dim light, the whole world blurring as he lay on top of you. He felt his heart tightening inside his chest, your sweet voice coaxing his cock into getting harder. His hand slipped from your cheek to the back of your neck, grabbing a fistful of your hair just tight enough to sting “Is that what you want, baby?” he murmured, lazy and smug. “For me to fuck your tight little cunt?” he whispered against your lips, your noses brushing. You nodded eagerly, not a trace of shame in your body.
He shoved his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, red and slick, precum glistening along his length. His grip tightened, dragging himself slowly, deliberately, your core clenched at the sight, every stroke teasing you just as much as it teased him. “You’ll promise to be a good girl and stay quiet?” He watched you with dark, hungry eyes, expecting an answer.
“Yes, I’ll be—I’ll be so good.” You slurred, the neediness of your voice made his heart swell with pride. “Please— ah—” you whimpered, being cut off as he pressed the tip of his cock against your slick slit. A soft gasp slipped from your lips, he smirked, the sound reaching his ears like a reward.
His free hand slid down your thigh, gripping it firmly as he spread your legs wider, claiming you for himself. He dragged the tip of his cock over your slick folds, slow and deliberate, feeling your stomach tighten, your hips bucking without control. “F-fuck, Eren—” you gasped, breath hitching as heat pooled through you.
He moved languidly, dragging his cock over your pussy, mixing your slick with his own. Each drag left a hot, wet trail, the sticky, wet sounds of your arousal filling the room. “God, baby, look at you… dripping for me.” He groaned.
Your hands tightened around the sheets, as though that alone could hold you together. Your breaths trembled out of you, your pulse racing so wildly it felt impossible to stay quiet. You were already a mess, it was embarrassing to admit but you could swear you could come just by the way he was playing with you, making a mess between your trembling thighs, grinding against your swollen bud as your hips tried to chase the feeling.
“Baby…” The word trembled out of you, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Please—“
There was something dangerously addictive in the way you begged for him. It was one of his favorite parts, those moments where you gave yourself away to him completely, looking at him with sweet, trusting eyes. It drove him crazy, never failing to send him over the edge.
Eren sucked a breath, trying to regain his focus “Let’s take it slow, yeah?” He breathed out as he pressed his thick cock on your warm entrance, sinking into you slowly, almost like torture, savoring the way you opened for him, the way your whole body seemed to burn around him. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp, eyes glassy, your chest rising and falling too fast to hide. “That’s it.” He groaned “My pretty girl, always taking me so well.”
His mouth found yours in a hungry, disordered kiss, but he was so deep inside you, you could barely keep up. You felt one of his hands gripping your waist firmly, holding you right where he wanted you as he began to pound you into the mattress, instantly finding the right pace to turn you into a whimpering mess.
The air around you felt unbearably hot despite the cold outside, as though your body were burning from the inside out. The room vibrated with the sound of your heavy breaths mixed with his low groans and the obscene rhythm of your bodies moving together. A part of you knew you were already being much louder than you’d agreed to be, but you were too far gone, too lost in the moment to care.
“Feels s-so good.” You mumbled, fighting to stop the soft whines that slipped past your lips as his pace quickened, failing miserably.
“Fuck, wanna fill you up so fucking bad.” He groaned, a hand coming up to squeeze one of your tits, thrusting into you until you were out of breath.
“Yes, please.” You cried out, your mind dizzy and your gaze already too blurred. “I need it so bad…”
Eren’s head dropped to your neck, his mouth trailing wet, desperate kisses across your skin. “Can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, the words vibrating against your throat in a low, hungry groan that pulled a helpless sound from you, the shot straight up to your core.
“Wanna kiss you, baby. Come here.” His hand curled behind your neck, pulling you into him. His mouth claimed yours, tongue sliding against yours in a hot, hungry kiss, swallowing all your pretty sounds.
It was hard for him to be controlled when you were in this state, his mind easily slipped away when he had you all to himself in the darkness of his room, naked in his bed under him as you did everything he asked, whispering and whimpering in his ear to fuck you harder, to keep going as if he could ever walk away from you.
It drove him insane, the way your tits bounced if front of his face every time he pounded into you, the way you had gotten so tight around him, how your thighs were shaking on either side of his body, how you gripped his shoulders and dug your nails in the flesh of his back, holding on while he pulled away from your pussy just so he could slam back inside, earning a tortured moan from your lips.
“You’re so perfect for me.” He murmured, his lips wet on your mouth, his hands holding to your hips for dear life as he thrusted harder. You felt his cock throb inside you, the sensation got you searching for air. You didn’t even notice when his hand slid between your bodies, coming to rub two of his fingers on your clit, swollen and sensitive, making you throw your head back against the pillows. “Does that feel good, baby?” He whispered, his voice hanging by a thread.
“Y-Yeah, so good...” you struggled to get out. “Please, don’t stop…” He was fucking you so deep now you could barely made sense of what he was asking, the feeling on your stomach was building up so fast you couldn’t even keep track of it.
“You’re such a good girl, taking my cock like this.” He practically hissed, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot, his eyes zeroed in the way your bodies met. “My pretty girl, all mine.”
You felt a wave of pleasure washing all over your body, threatening to push you over the brink. “Eren, I can’t… too much—” a sharp moan cut your sentence short, making his eyes flicker towards you. You looked at him with eyes barely open, biting your bottom lip hard. “I’m so close, I…”
“You can, baby.” He murmured, leaving a sweet peck on your lips, guiding you to your orgasm as his cock drilled in and out of your pussy, pressing your sweet spot with such ruthless precision, so perfectly it felt unfair “You can take it, you always do.”
Your voice broke on his name, body shaking, drunk on the rhythm of his body as he kept fucking you open while you felt yourself coming undone. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”
“You look so pretty liked this, fuck,” he cursed out, member throbbing inside your pussy, “Wanna see you cum for me, be good and make a mess for me.”
“Shit, baby…” Before you could end the sentence, the words melted into helpless sounds. That was enough for you to let it go, drowning in ecstasy and clenching around him as you cried his name in incoherent whimpers, his hips still hitting against your skin as you reached your climax.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl.” Eren moaned back, his thrusts starting to become sloppy while he felt your walls fluttering around his cock, hypnotized by the mess between your thighs. “You’re so tight, gonna cum, too.”
His grip tightened, almost bruising around your hips as you rocked yourself against him, trying to ride your orgasm in broken moans, the promise to be quiet was now long forgotten. “Yes, please,” you whined, not sure why you were begging. “Inside me, please.”
Eren closed his eyes shut for a second, his whole body trembling at your words. “Whatever my pretty girl wants.” He hissed, and a second later he was spilling himself inside you a second later, his hips rolling against yours as he fucked himself into you, his head falling to yours, moaning out your name as he filled you up. “Yeah, that’s it, fuck—”
You whined as your walls clenched around him, milking him dry. He could feel the way his cum was dripping out of you, mixing with your arousal as he came down from his high, thinking that he didn’t believe in heaven, but this must be pretty close.
He sighed, his thrusts slowing down when sensitivity took over him. One of his hands came to your neck, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead. “God, I love you so much.” He breathed out, his head falling on the crock of your neck, sinking his nose and leaving faint kisses over the purple marks he left a few moments ago.
It was always like this. Eren could toy with you, break you open in all the ways he knew you couldn’t resist, leave you trembling and breathless, but when the night settled and the world went quiet, he was the one pressing gentle kisses to your skin, arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go.
You released a shaky breath, your body softening beneath his weight as his arms slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him and nuzzling closer like you belonged there, and you did.
You giggled, tugging the tie from his hair and sliding your fingers into his loosened strands. His hair fell around you like a curtain, brushing against your collarbone. “Love you, too.” You murmured, your eyes fluttering shut as sleep slowly pulled you under. The exhaustion was finally catching up to you.
Eren seemed to sense that you were about to pass out, so he raised his head to look at you, palming your cheek playfully. “Don’t go to sleep just yet.” He whined.
“I’m not going to sleep with your dick still inside me.” You spoke without opening your eyes, earning a low chuckle from him. When you finally opened them, he was already leaning over you, strands of hair tickling your cheeks as he studied you, his eyes coated in a sweetness that made the low lamplight feel even warmer.
“You’re so beautiful.” Eren murmured, closing the distance to catch your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling you into a kiss that, though deep and lingering, held a tenderness you could feel down to your bones “So pretty, my pretty girl.” He kept going.
You smiled into the kiss, ignoring the way your heart fluttered, but you could bet he could already feel it hammering against his chest. “You’re whipped.” You teased him, brushing a few strands of his hair to tuck them behind his ear.
“How could I not be?” He said. You felt the heat rushing to your cheeks.
“Stop.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re just trying to distract me from the fact that Armin heard everything…”
“I’m not trying to distract you from anything,” he replied, voice maddeningly calm. “I don’t care if anybody hears. You know that.”
“You’re gross,” you muttered, lips pulling into a pout.
“And you’re annoying,” he shot back without missing a beat. “But I let it slide because you looked too damn pretty tonight in that dress. Next time I’ll fuck you in it.”
You groaned, slapped your hand over his face, and tried to shove him away. He only laughed, unbothered.
Of course you didn’t have to worry about the next morning. Armin was kind enough to pretend he didn’t hear anything.
