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satorutini · 4 months

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"caution! this could get ugly" - eren yeager

Pairing: eren x reader

Summary: It's hard to get into the Christmas spirit when you work through winter break. But when you attend your coworker's annual ugly sweater party in an attempt to get into the holiday spirit, a certain green-eyed line cook is determined to make that a challenge.

Or;

The Chili's!AU Christmas party one-shot no one asked for

wc: 6.6k

Tags: enemies to lovers, coworkers!au

Content warnings: smut, oral ( f receiving), spit play, drug references, eren has big ass hands, minors dni

my first fic in an anime fandom, pls be gentle! you can't tell me eren doesn't give off headass-but-secretly-softie line cook vibes... you can't tell me he doesn't look like that one guy you wanted to smash that one time at work!

um...happy holidays, y'all!

read on ao3 | masterlist | twt

The lady at table six doesn’t deserve about half of the attitude that she’s getting from you tonight. Besides, it’s not her fault all of the sides to each meal she ordered were wrong. It’s not her fault her appetizer had to be recalled two times because there were onions in the guacamole on both instances when her chips and dip platter arrived at the table. She’s not the one who cooked her husband’s steak well-done instead of medium-rare. Of course not, because as she oh-so considerably informs you over the distressed screams of her high-chair-bound toddler, she would never cook a New York strip steak like that.

But between the chaos of the dinner rush and the mishaps of a particular line cook who seems hell-bent on making your night as difficult as possible, table six and her husband are lucky that you are even able to flash them a drawn smile before stalking off.

The double doors to the kitchen – so lovingly called the heart of the house - are a thin veil between utter mayhem and the generally calm atmosphere of the dining area, never staying for longer than a second as waiters rush to tend to their tables. Stepping into the chaos, several obstacles stand between you and the culprit of your terrible night. Fellow employees swarm the narrow walking space, and you slip by with practiced ease and the occasional apology. You’re almost a little envious as you take note of them – no one else looks as half as pressed as you do tonight. As they should be, it’s only a Tuesday night. Not even the weekend yet. And yet, as you shimmy your way through the back of the house, you can’t help but feel a similar fatigue and exasperation that typically follows a Friday night shift. This only serves to further solidify your resolve as you duck past a team of waiters off to serve a business party. A long, stainless-steel counter runs the length of the kitchen space, with shelves that reach the ceiling, effectively separating the servers from the cooking staff. Waiters and line cooks take turns sliding completed and returned orders beneath the shelving, and heat lamps attached to the bottom of the last shelf to preserve the food. It is within this space that you all but shove your head beneath the heat lamps to give Eren Jaeger a piece of your mind.

“Do you have a problem?”

“Yeah, actually.” Eren, standing idly over the stove top adjacent to you whips around at the sound of your voice. He makes a wry face at the sight of you, hunched over the countertop and under the warm hutch, forced to cram your neck in a certain direction to give Eren the full force of your scowl. For all his nonchalance, there’s a glint in his eyes. “You haven’t come to talk to me since you started your shift.”

You blink once, twice, before all but slamming your head into the shelf above you in an attempt to swipe at Eren across the counter. “Are you – are you fucking joking right now? Are you actually fucking messing with my table’s orders because I didn’t say ‘hi’ when I walked in?” Eren sucks his teeth, pretending to rearrange some condiments in front of him. “You’ve been here for two hours already. It’s polite to greet your seniors. Seems you’ve lost all your manners while you were away at college.”

Right eye twitching at the condescending note in his tone, you rear back, ready to straight up drag him into the walk-in and show him just how polite your fists could be. That thought is quickly sidetracked as a broom handle to the back of the knees sends you stumbling back from the countertop. Your manager stands behind you, arms akimbo, broom in one hand. He pointedly offers you a serving tray.

“Your steak is getting cold.” Stern, curt, and orderly, your night manager is infamous for running a tight ship. But even he, for all his methodology and patience, gets run ragged by the customer service industry. If you thought you were over tonight, Levi looks just about ready to turn in his two weeks.

“What about-,”

“I’ll handle him. Now get back to your other tables before I make you clean the bathrooms.” The night shift manager threatens to strike you with the broom handle again before passing off the tray and pushing you in the right direction.

You spare an accusatory glare at Eren, who watches on in bemusement. Rude bitch, he mouths, wiggling his fingers in a girlish wave.

The rest of the night goes on fairly smoothly. The dinner rush subsides just as quickly as it came. No one asks you to sing the Happy Birthday song. The incident at table six lands you a meager tip, but you grin and bear it. Better than nothing at all. Or worse, change. This seems to be the case for Sasha, a regular dinner shift waitress. She marches through the double doors with a fist full of nickels and dimes courteous of her last table of the night – a group of college students. Cursing under her breath, it’s obvious your coworker is ready to call it a night hide in the back with a basket of rolls until close.

There’s an obvious shift in mood as your team transitions to its closing routine. As Levi thanks the last customers for the night and locks the door behind them, the tension from the day seems to almost melt away instantaneously. Connie, a back-of-the-house member who ends up stuck by the dishwasher most nights, takes the opportunity to hijack the restaurant’s stereo system to blast trap music you only know the chorus to.

Closing, believe it or not, is your favorite part of the job. You take pride in how dutifully you restock, fold cutlery, wipe tables, and somehow always manage to avoid being assigned the task of sweeping the dining areas. You’d rather be caught dead before you struggle with that insolent, brittle plastic broom against an entire night’s worth of grime and dropped food. Instead, when Levi wordlessly hands it off to you this time, you make your way to the back of the house, prepared to bestow this lovely gift to the main antagonist of your shift.

You discover Eren lounging outside the storage shed behind the restaurant, the tell-tale sign of the flicker of a lighter giving him away. And the smell. The heady burn of a Backwood climbs its way up your nostrils as you approach him, languidly smoking half a blunt on the clock.

“Y’know the longer you sit out here, the longer it’s gonna take for us to get the fuck out, right?” Eren greets your matter-of-fact tone with a cloud of smoke, thick and distinct in the crisp winter night air. You shoot Eren a disapproving look as you approach plastic broom in hand, fully prepared to guilt trip your coworker into taking on your least favorite closing duty. “You’re really pushing your luck tonight, aren’t you? You’re so lucky it’s too cold for Levi to come out here and bust your ass himself.”

This isn’t the first time the heart-of-the-house worker had snuck off to light up before joining the clean-up routine. Connie and Eren regularly covered for each other’s smoke breaks, so often that even Levi began to turn a blind eye as long as everyone clocked out on time. The line cooks' routine typically didn’t affect much on your end unless it was a night like this – a night when everyone had plans afterward.

Tonight, there was a holiday party at stake.

“Levi’s got a soft spot for me, you know,” Eren scoffs, taking another drag from the half-smoked blunt. He still has yet to fully face you, perched on a stack of discarded crates and angled away from the kitchen’s back entrance. Tucked away in the shadow of the storage shed, Eren ashes off the corner of the small building. “Besides, even he can’t resist my charm.”

Rolling your eyes, you wave the plastic broom in front of him, threatening to poke him in the ribs when he begins to protest. “Charm won’t save you from sweeping duty tonight. After what your petty ass put me through tonight – here, take it.”

Eren raises an eyebrow, throwing his hands up in protest when you move to toss the broom handle at him carelessly. He gripes, “I’ve got better things to do than clean up after you.” The blunt in his hand smolders near his fingertips. You pluck it from his hands with little resistance and take a hit, brow crinkling at the taste. Your lungs ache and warm at the sensation.

“Yeah? Yeah, like this?” You wheeze and hope he attributes the water gathering at the corners of your eyes to the cold. “Just get it done, and let’s finish this so we can all get to the party on time.” Eren watches in dismay as you stomp out the remains of his roach.

“Someone’s in a hurry…A Grinch like you, it can’t possibly be the Christmas spirit?” Eren narrowly avoids being jabbed in the ribs again, jumping from his hiding spot when you lunge. He eyes your tense shoulders, nearly hiked up to your ears, and the impatience in your stance. In the years you’ve worked together, your general disdainful demeanor towards him is nothing new, but there’s something else. Something else that leads Eren to believe that the dark flush of your cheeks has little to do with the winter air. He swipes the broom from your grasp, approaching you with a wolfish grin. You instinctively take a step back, a little less confident now with the broom no longer as your barrier. Confronting Eren over kitchen counters, between restaurant booths, and across busy back-of-the-house spaces in the presence of your other coworkers was one thing. But as the young man towers over you, gaze shadowed in the dim glow of the moon and the weak holiday lights haphazardly strewn about the awning around the restaurant, you can’t help but shrink a little under his direct attention.

After a tense moment of silence, Eren relents. “Alright, alright. I’ll get it done. But you owe me a dance later at the party.”

Your stupor was broken, you sputter and gawk up at him, at his audacity. “I- Me? Dance for you? Dream on, slacker. Now, move it. I’ve got tables to wipe down, and I’m not waiting for you to finish sweeping.”

Working at Pepper’s had only meant to be a summertime gig, at first. Looking for a quick way to make some cash before the start of your first year in college, the local Tex-Mex chain restaurant was your least enthusiastic option. A popular location in your small town, it was one of a few dining options that didn’t require you to drive out into the city to enjoy. The idea of running into one of your former high school classmates while donning the company apron and signature red visor, toting a serving tray - or worse, working with one of them - mortified you. But chain restaurants were always hiring, and you needed money fast. Eventually, working the evening shift as a waitress during breaks from school became the norm - until now. Now, as the start of the final spring semester of your undergraduate program approaches, you're left to consider what the next summer will really look like for you once you graduate. Besides, it wasn’t like this was going to be your career, right?

Right?

In your years on staff, Sasha’s ugly sweater party had become an unofficial team bonding event of sorts. No matter how new someone was to the staff or how frequently they were on shift, everyone came to Sasha’s. And everyone came dressed accordingly, or you were turned away at the door. A night of ugly sweaters, spiked eggnog, and best of all, Secret Santa. Since your freshman year of college, Sasha’s holiday party was always something you could look forward to.

You anxiously eye a little red gift bag from across your coworker’s living room, trying to hide your grimace behind your second glass of wine.

“You look like you’re waiting for a bomb to go off.” The hostess of the night is pretty quick to clock your demeanor. Sasha slides onto the couch next to you, her sweater an egregious display of flashing multicolored lights, silver tinsel, and a giant patch of Rudolph the red nose reindeer sledding down a mountain in sunglasses stitched to her chest.

You force a smile, attempting to play off your nerves. “No bomb, just…Secret Santa jitters, you know?”

“Ah, the classic Secret Santa anxiety.” Your companion watches as your nervous gaze flickers from the gift table to a certain couple in matching argyle sweaters with tiny Christmas trees sewn in between the jacquard diamonds, huddled in the doorway into the kitchen. Sasha’s eyes widen in understanding. “Can I take a wild guess at who you got?”

You realize you’re not-so-subtly glaring at Jean, who’s laughing with his uninvited guest across the room. Jean, your coworker, and former daytime shift waiter. Jean, your friend whom you’ve admired from afar for his kindness and tenacity. Jean, who got promoted to manager at some point while you were away finishing your last fall semester at college and didn’t tell you. Jean, whom you have the worst, most horrendous crush on. You take another sip from your drink to avoid the pitiful look you know is on Sasha’s face. “I just hope he likes what I got him. I mean, we’re not exactly best buddies or anything...”

If Sasha catches the sour note in your voice, she says nothing to acknowledge it. “I’m sure you know him better than you think.”

You can’t help but huff in exasperation. “That’s the problem though, isn’t it? Ever since I switched from dayshift in the fall, ever since I went back to campus, he’s been so distant. I could’ve sworn we were getting somewhere over the summer, but now…” You tip your glass listlessly in the direction of the object of your ire, whose arm is wrapped around none other than Mikasa, a waitress who quit last year but still hangs around some of your coworkers. Apparently.

Everyone comes to Sasha’s Christmas party.

It goes without saying that Jean is with Mikasa now, but your eyes can’t help but linger in his direction anyway. After all, the last time you saw him…

The pool party. That pool house. The surprise that colored his eyes and flushed his cheeks when you kissed him.

You shake off the memory, scowl deepening. The hostess herself leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, spill. What’d you get him?”

You glance around for any eavesdroppers before revealing, “A leather-bound journal. He’s always jotting things down, and I thought it might come in handy.”

Sasha squeezes the hand on your lap not balancing a drink and offers you an encouraging smile. “Not bad! Thoughtful and practical. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

You nod, a bit more reassured. “I hope so. It’s just…I really wanted to get him something he’d like, you know?” You watch as Jean presses a doting kiss to Mikasa’s forehead, smiling into her hairline. He has yet to look your way once, except for at your arrival.

Sasha pats your shoulder. “Don’t worry too much. It’s the thought that counts.”

The thought. You scoff. You think you might need a third glass of wine.

As Sasha wanders off to mingle with the other guests, a mix of cashiers and kitchen staff amused with seeing one another outside of shift schedules, your attention is drawn to Eren, who seats himself in the spot that Sasha once occupied with all the languor of someone who didn’t show up to the party sober. It doesn’t take much for him to reveal that he heard most of your previous exchange.

“Secret Santa jitters, huh?” he teases, propping himself up against one arm of the sofa. The line cook wears a dark blue cable knit sweater, with what you think is some horrific reimagining of Bob Ross knitted across his chest. Tiny, tinkling silver bells adorn the hem, glittering as he shifts in his seat. His hair, typically tied up and away from his face during shifts, spills loosely over his shoulders and shags over his eyes. You recall the way he looked at you earlier in the night behind the storage shed and remember his insistence that you dance with him at this party. In the warm lighting from the barrage of Christmas lights that line Sasha’s living room ceiling, he almost looks pretty like this.

You shoot him a look. “What’s it to you, Eren?”

“Just wondering if I made the nice list,” he quips, winking playfully. You make note of the lack of red rimming his eyes. Maybe he is sober then?

“Cute,” you scoff, trying to dismiss the way heat rises to your cheeks at the comment. Maybe you’re the one that needs to sober up. “Now go sweep something or whatever is it you do when you’re not getting high and crashing parties.”

Eren smirks but doesn’t leave. Instead, he nods in the direction of the gift table, of the little red disaster bag that haunts the corner of your eye. “So, who’s the lucky recipient of your generosity?”

You sigh, giving in to the conversation. “Well, the point of Secret Santa is that it’s a secret-,”

“Jean, huh? That’s interesting.” While you sputter at his presumptuousness, Eren’s expression tightens for a moment, and you can almost see the wheels turning in his head.

Before you can question his tone – or how the hell he had even overheard you and Sasha, for that matter – Sasha calls for attention announcing the start of the gift exchange.

You leave Eren on the couch to grab your present, eager to get away from whatever that was. You have enough to be anxious about tonight without Eren Jeager getting into the mix. Unsure how Jean will react to your carefully chosen present, you grip the little red bag a little tighter.

In the end, you don’t even get to witness Jean’s reaction to your gift. All of that tension, all of your worries on the drive here, all of your anxiety leading up to this moment is all for naught. Eren Jeager makes sure of that.

He doesn’t even try to sound remorseful once he spills his wine down the front of your sweater just as you’re about to hand off your gift to your should-be-former crush. You had mustered up the courage to approach Jean, who had finally wrenched himself from Mikasa’s grasp for a brief moment to collect a wrapped parcel of his own. But as soon as you reach out to catch the day shift manager’s attention, your entire body is shifted off-center. Eren collides into your right side, tipping his glass into your chest with little more than a half-assed, “Whoops, my bad.”

You gasp, the force of Eren’s weight and a mix of shock and horror sending you reeling back from Jean. The surrounding partygoers come to a halt, Jean included as he turns to finally take in the sight of you for the first time tonight, mortified and doused in red wine that bleeds through the front of your white cashmere sweater like an open wound. The little red gift bag hangs limply in your hands.

Jean calls your name, voice colored with surprise and concern, but you’re already marching towards the bathroom, eyes stinging, hands shaking, dropping the gift bag somewhere on the way between pushing through little clusters of your coworkers all squeezed into Sasha’s homey apartment.

Much to your relief, the bathroom to the guest bedroom is already unlocked and unoccupied, a temporary haven for you to gather your bearings.

Or so you thought.

It’s not long before Eren finds you, gently knocking on the door with a soft call of your name. You’ve spent the past few minutes fruitlessly dabbing at the stain blossoming on your chest with paper towels and cold water, only succeeding in smearing it into a much larger mess. The snowflakes carefully stitched into the pattern of your sweater begin to take on a faint salmon color, the sight in the mirror only serving to fuel your frustration. Tears well up in your eyes as mortification over the night’s events threaten to overwhelm you, but Eren’s voice startles you into a sense of annoyance. In your panic and haste, you had forgotten to lock the door behind you.

The bathroom door swings open, and you glance up in time to see Eren duck inside, his expression softened with a hint of something you’re too bewildered to decipher. Your heart sinks when you realize Jean doesn’t file in behind him.

“Need some help?” Eren offers, an uncharacteristically sincere tone to his voice.

You shoot him a skeptical look, “Are you being serious right now?”

Rather than back off when met with your icy demeanor, Eren closes the door behind him. And rather than tell him off when he turns you to face him, nearly bumping heads in the cramped guest bathroom, you both set to work with damp paper towels.

You work in silence, under the harsh fluorescent lighting, the sounds of the party raging on outside. Eren’s touch is gentle, and purposeful as he braces your shoulder with one hand and dabs just under your neckline with the other. A pensive look falls over his face. You wait for an apology that doesn’t come.

Distantly, you hear the Christmas music switch to something with a little more bass and know that Connie has hijacked the speaker. As you dab at the hem of your sweater, convinced that the stain would be a permanent fixture in your sweater at this point, you glance up to notice a smile playing on your intruder’s lips.

You shoot him a withering look, “You think this is funny?”

Eren breaks out into a full-on smirk, impish even, looking a bit more like the line cook you’ve known to antagonize you. He tosses his paper towel in the trash and leans against the bathroom counter, his green eyes fixed on you. For a brief moment, they simmer with spitefulness. “I think it’s a hell of a lot less depressing than watching you openly moon over horse face.”

“Horse face?” You blanch. “You mean Jean-,”

“-Besides, I did you a favor. Now you don’t have to go and be disappointed him.”

Your frustration grows, but beneath it, there’s a spark of defiance. You snap at him, “What does it even matter to you, Eren? All night you’ve been on my case; at work, at this party! Whatever I give to Jean – whatever I have or don't have going with Jean is none of your business.”

You feel the tension between you, thick and charged, but the satisfied look on Eren’s face never wavers. He’s lax, head tilted back as he observes you over the bridge of his nose with a gaze that meets yours that could almost be described as bored if not for the hungry something lurking in them. That same look from your closing shift, passing him the broom. He’s not high anymore, you determine, hasn’t been for a while if the intense look expression, and the clarity of his gaze is anything to go by, so you can’t chalk it up to insobriety. You distantly wonder how much more often he’s looked at you like that. For how long? How have you never noticed? It seems so much more apparent like this, outside of work. So much harder to ignore with no metal counters to divide you, and no uniforms to keep up to code.

In your anger, you’ve stepped closer, balling the used towel in one fist and bracing against the counter with the other, half caging in the much taller man against the sink. You don’t realize how close you are, face to face like this, drawn in by the intensity of his eyes. The bathroom feels smaller, the air heavier, and you’re acutely aware of every beat of your heart.

You mutter, “What the hell is with you?” and he huffs a laugh through his nose, a real smile on his lips as you draw near.

“If only you fucking knew.”

Eren leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a bold move that leaves you momentarily stunned. For a moment, you forget about the chaos of the party outside. When he finally presses his lips to yours, it’s a slow kiss laced with arrogance, a statement of intent. And despite your annoyance, you can’t help the feeling of warmth that floods you. Hands seek each other out in a flurry of movement. The paper towels and spilled wine are forgotten as Eren’s hand slips around your waist, pulling you closer. Eren lets you cage him fully against the bathroom sink, if only to fit one leg between yours and slot his fingers from around your waist to the back of your neck, into your hair with the free hand not holding himself up against the counter.

The kiss is a collision of emotions – frustration, surprise, and an underlying current of something you hadn’t quite acknowledged before and aren’t entirely sure if you’re ready to either. Unhurried and messy, you can feel the groan that reverberates through Eren’s chest against your own as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth. He tastes like smoke and red wine and metal. There’s no urgency behind his moments, languid with the way explores your mouth, as if a crowd of people you’ve worked with throughout some of the more formative years of your life aren’t separated from you by a singular door. As if the man you’d sworn you’d come back to try to commit to wasn’t a brisk walking distance away. He kisses you like a lover, and not like a man who has made it his mission to spend every waking moment you’ve had together grating your nerves.

Surprise shocks you at the swipe of his tongue ring against your lower lip. His thumb at your neck strokes along your chin, and your jaw with a touch that’s borderline reverent. A balmy, pleasant feeling unfurls in your chest, thrums in your veins as you allow him to tilt your head back and deepen the kiss. Eren’s lips are warm and insistent, and despite the bizarre circumstances, you feel right at home in his grasp.

The sounds of the party outside fade into the background, replaced by the rhythmic thud of your heart in your ears.

You’re surprised at how gentle he is. Firm, unrelenting in his touch, sure, but with none of the simmering aggression you’d come to associate him with. Strong, sure hands, slide encircle your hips under your sweater, thumbs dragging across your hip bones at the hem of your jeans. Stoking that smoldering feeling in your chest, a simmering in your low belly. The sensation earns him a gasp, interrupted by his lips. It takes little convincing for you to remove the sweater altogether, discarding the article of clothing along with it.

You’re rewarded with a pained groan as Eren breaks the kiss long enough to admire you like this, all flush and disheveled from the neck up. His doing. Not Jean’s. He can’t help but feel smug satisfaction, finally having quelled that ugly, nagging feeling that had built up in his chest once he had realized just why you had been so anxious to get to the party tonight. None of that matters now. Eren is too focused on chasing the press of your hips against his. Too focused on the feeling of your lips and the little gasps you make each time he moves to tuck into the crook of your neck instead, teeth finding their way to the pliable skin at the juncture of your bare neck. Too enamored by the way the lust and wine make your eyes hazy and soft on him in a way he wishes you’d look at him during the daytime.

Breaking your gaze, Eren rearranges your legs so that you’re nearly seated on his lap with the way you lean over him against the counter. Eren’s fingertips find their way beneath the hem of your bra, sliding over the seams of your ribcage to trace and then squeeze at the expanse of bare skin there. You sigh into his mouth at the feeling, content to rock in his lap and suck on his tongue until the rough pads of his thumbs swipe over your nipples, rendering you just a little more desperate.

“Oh – oh. Eren, please-,” The little silver bells sewn into the collar of his sweater jingle with every rock of your hips, and you can’t help but snicker against his lips once you notice the sound.

“Let me – here, let me take this shit off.” Eren gives you just enough room to swipe the festive sweater over his head, just enough time to toss it somewhere on the floor before he’s on you again. One large hand palms your rear, the other resting against your collarbones, fingers encircling your throat to guide you back into one more heated kiss, prying your mouth open with his teeth and tongue, rolling yours over his.

Your own wandering hands tangle in his hair as it curtains your face, trace the sinewy lines of his back as you silently wonder if he’s always been this strong.

Eren doesn’t let you wonder for long, managing to scoop up you inside the broom closet-sized confines of the spare bathroom and place you on the closed lid of the toilet, skirt fluttering up to the tops of your thighs with a swift motion.

“Wait, woah-,” You’re so caught off guard by the sudden motion, that you nearly miss Eren stooping down to kneel in front of your place on the toilet, large hands bracketing each of your knees. He leans in, a secret smile gracing his features, green eyes bright with mischief under the harsh fluorescent lighting.

“I figured, this is the least I can do after ruining your night, right?” As he speaks, his hands hook around the backs of your knees, helping him make room for a space between them. He takes a second to gauge your reaction, and you belatedly put the pieces together of what he’s asking with a slight shiver. His smile ie earnest, eyes unexpectedly sincere.

You think of putting back on your sweater and going back out there to face Jean. You think of fishing your gift out of whatever unfortunate corner of the room it fell into. Of returning home having achieved little other than embarrassing yourself in front of coworkers and friends.

Your thumb traces Eren’s lower lip, and you realize you’re taking too long to answer. Eren. Line cook Eren. Eren the bane-of-every-night-shift-ever Jeager. After all you’ve said and done, after years of working together, can you come back from something like this?

Eren sits back on his heels and presses a kiss to the soft skin of the inside of your knee. Well, you sigh, stroking a hand through his dark tresses, almost lovingly. The hungry, impish grin you receive when you can only respond with a half-choked “please,” is enough to make your heart stutter in your chest. A win is a win.

Unfortunately for you, there reaches a point where you’re not even sure who’s really winning. Eren eats pussy like he was made for it.

He starts slow, tracing his nose up and down the gusset of your panties like you’re not cramped together in the guest bathroom at your mutual friend’s party. Like he’s got all the time in the world. Gentle touches across the backs of your thighs, the plane of your stomach.

When you start to wiggle with impatience, he bites into the crease between your sex and upper thigh, deep and indulgent enough to make you cry out. He doesn’t care much for your choice in panties – they’re quick to join the rest of the discarded clothes on the floor anyway.

Eren switches your position again, turning you face forward and bent over the toilet so that your hands brace the lid. You fold your arms, pressing your cheek into the bends of your elbows when he encourages you to arch your back further, palm large and warm and sliding down your spine. From where he kneels, he locks one arm around your hips, the other hand bracketing the crease at your asscheek, just at the top of your thigh. You are rendered immobile, vulnerable as he spreads you open to his gaze and laves once between your folds.

“Fuck-!” The exclamation comes out warbled, almost tearful into the crook of your arms. You wiggle your hips in search of more contact, but the touch never comes. Eren’s mouth remains frustratingly out of reach, instead tracing your folds with his thumb. Of course, he doesn’t start right away. Indulges in the way you squirm, half out of impatience, half apprehension.

Complaints earn you a sharp smack! where you’re left wet and wanting. Your knees bow, legs trembling from the shock of the sudden assault on such sensitive nerves.

“Eren,” you bite back a moan. Your antagonist shushes and coos at your anguish, only pausing in his condescension to sink his teeth into the cheek not held in his grasp. The whine that works its way out of you in response is loud enough for him to relent after a moment, playfully admonishing you.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be this fuckin’ noisy?” He mutters, lips ghosting over where you need him most. “So damn uptight and quiet at work until it’s time to chew me out, right? Now look at you.” Embarrassment colors your cheeks at his words, feeling the slick wetness between your thighs you know he must have a plain view of, and you distantly wonder how you allowed this to escalate so quickly.

From your bent position, you think you hear him swallow, mouth working over something that’s decidedly not you until you feel something liquid and warm spatter over your mound. Biting back another moan, you silence the small, nagging part of your brain that seethes at the possibility of him holding this moment over your head in the future. Taking note of the litter of bruises that mark the backs of your thighs, you know the decision you both are making will literally come back to bite you in the ass tomorrow. Tomorrow, when you have to inevitably face him at work again, along with the rest of your coworkers who are no doubt wondering where you’ve been at this point. Eren uses the pads of his thumbs to spread your lips again, brushing a gentle, teasing kiss across your clit and you decide you’ll reconcile with yourself on the matter in the morning.

“Oh fuck, oh god,” you mumble, unable to work up the energy to be irritated when you feel the way he smiles against you.

When Eren finally decides to give in, it comes with a price. His lips seal over the span of your sex, sucking on one fold, then the other before gracing you with a broad stroke across your slit, and you’re a goner.

“Mm-oh! Oh.”

That price is your sanity and your resolve to stay as quiet as possible.

He devours you, seemingly unable to decide between one pace and another as he eagerly works his tongue into your molten core. He’s mean. Deliberate. Worst of all, he seems to be enjoying himself. Starting slow, savoring all of your heat and taste on his tongue. Then fast and relentless, flicking devastating strokes across your clit in a motion that leaves you gripping the lid beneath you. Chest heaving in exertion as you attempt to hold back your cries.

Your legs ache and tremble, knees biting into the cool lip of the toilet lid each time Eren presses you forward in his insistence. Eren dips the tip of his tongue into your slit, nose pressed between your folds with a self-satisfied moan, causing you to jerk and keen in his grasp. Your arms squeak across the porcelain when you jostle a little too far out of grasp. The angle he has you bent at presses you up onto your toes. Eren tightens his grasp around your waist. He presses one long digit into your core and you cry out into your elbows.

“Fuck, just-just a little longer, okay? Just gimme a little more, yeah,” he mumbles, deep, raspy, fucked out, and sounding more like an assurance for himself than you.

The finger inside you and the hand at your thigh disappear momentarily, and you wonder if he’s touching himself. The position he has you in means you’d have to crane your neck backward just to catch a glimpse of his lower half. The thought fuels the searing heat in your veins, as does the slick sound of wet skin and the resounding whimper breathed against your core, confirming your suspicions.

“Eren,” you gasp, whimper, locking up at the sight of his free hand palming at the profuse bulge in his jeans, veins popping in his arms at the effort. “Fuck, wait, fuck-!”

You come hard and fast, blood roaring in your ears, fingers gripping the lid with a white-knuckle grip as you squirm in Eren’s grasp. Coming together and falling apart in an overwhelming wave of pleasure that catches you off guard. Eren is quick to catch on, both hands returning to your hips to lock you in an embrace, face pressed into your sex in earnest. You twitch and writhe in his grasp, unable to escape from his relentless assault on your senses. He talks you through it when he can bear to detach his mouth from you, murmuring praises into the heated skin of your thighs. Bliss crackles up your spine and warms you inside out from head to toe.

“Eren, god, please,” you simper, dizzy with your fading arousal, not even sure what you’re pleading for at this point. To stop? To keep going?

Eren decides for you, pressing one last parting kiss to your mound before getting to his feet. The moments following go about in relative silence. Despite him having been between your legs just seconds ago, you’re quick to feel awkward and aren’t exactly sure what to say. Surprisingly ever the gentleman, Eren helps you rise off the lid and redress and clean on shaky legs. You are slow to stand upright. Unable to meet his eyes as you try to reconstruct your thoughts from mush. He slides your panties back over your hips and trades your ruined sweater for his own.

Eren stops you before you can protest the offer, vehemently against him commuting home at night, in the cold shirtless. “I’ll just take Armin’s jacket,” he reassures you, adjusting the collar of the horrendous Bob Ross fabrication at your neck. The tiny silver bells jingle at his touch, sounding akin to tinkling laughter

Over his shoulder, you take in your appearance in the mirror. You had done your best to right your disheveled makeup and hair, but the bruises on your neck and the obvious wardrobe change were a lost cause. Even if you dipped out of the party now, there was no avoiding being seen. You were going to have some questions to answer in the morning.

Eren catches your contemplative expression and matches one with his own, a little guarded now. Before now, neither of you had been on the best of terms. A history of annoyance and resentment that lasted years brewed between the two of you. But now…

Now as you consider how terrible the night had gone and the embarrassment you’ll face when Jean inevitably picks up that little red bag with his name on it, now as watch Eren wipe leftover slick off the corner of his lip before sucking the offending finger clean, you figure that’s something you can sort out another day.

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kurosaaki · 2 years

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LUST MELODIES. — AOT MEN

A compilation of how the aot men’s moans sound like

TW: nsfw under the cut, mentions of sex and oral sex. f!reader.

CHARACTERS: eren, armin, jean, levi, reiner & porco.

A/N: i loved writing this. i hope you like it ;) support is always appreciated <3

pinch here to read the girls hc’s!

TAGS: @xiaoflwrs

EREN JAEGER

low and filthy

eren is a passionate lover—we all know that. when eren wants something, he always gets it. he has a dominating behaviour, and his first priority when he finally has you wrapped around his finger is making you feel good. he needs to see your legs trembling after making you his, he craves to see you sprawled on his bed muffling your sweet moans on his pillow while he enjoys the tightness of your pussy around him.

you’ll always hear eren’s heavy breath against your neck, you can’t escape his teal eyes as he rams inside you. his low grunts becoming more loud as he speeds up the pace, ignoring your poor cries and whispering the most naughty, filthy things he’s going to do to you once you stop being so nosy. the only time you’ll hear him whine is if you overstimulate him. good luck trying to do that with eren. he’s too impatient. but oh, if you make him moan—you should consider that a gift from heaven. eren moaning your name out loud? that would sound so pretty.

he secretly loves to have someone as passionate as him. eren feels like it’s the perfect way to set his wild nature free. think you can compete against an animal like him?

“c’mon, baby, i know you can take it. make me proud”

ARMIN ARLERT

broken and needy

armin’s voice sounds so pretty when you kiss—or bite him—on his sweet spots. his faint whines leaving his lips when you ride him makes you feel like you’re between clouds. it makes you forget everything going on around the two of you, it brings you to another world. he feels so overwhelmed when he feels your tight walls clenching around him that he needs to whisper between whimpers how good you make him feel.

he becomes a whiny mess when you ride him, specially when you’re face to face with him. his blue eyes close everytime you swivel your hips and everytime you bounce on his dick. he loves to muffle his moans biting your neck or by bringing one of your breasts to his mouth, leaving little pecks and licking it. he loves that position because you’re in control of every movement and you can also feel the pleasure. such a caring sweetheart, isn’t he?

he’s a sucker for someone who can dominate him for a while. but don’t be too confident with that, he can also be very intimidating in bed. do you prefer to see his baby blue eyes glimmering from the pleasure you give him or his breathless, serious gaze when you misbehave? armin can give you both. you just have to be careful, because he’s a smart guy. you’ll never know what he can do.

“you feel so good, baby” “you’re amazing, oh my god”

JEAN KIRSTEIN

soft and breathy

jean makes the most beautiful sounds when he’s inside you. just as armin, he gets lost when he feels how tight you are for him. he forgets everything around him, and he doesn’t care if someone hears him moaning your name out loud—because he’ll do it. he’ll moan your name when you roll your eyes, he’ll moan your name when he feels you’re about to come. he’ll just do it because you leave him breathless, almost dizzy when your lips graze his, looking for his soft embrace while he takes his time inside you, savouring the feeling of being one with you.

jean is the romantic type of lover, let’s be honest here. he’s always worshipping every inch of your body, making you feel like the goddess you are. his lips are all over your neck while his hand brings your leg up to make you feel more of him. he likes to take his time with you, and he adores to hear your moans mixing with his grunts when you’re close to reach your climax.

sex with jean always feels like it’s the last time you’ll ever feel him again. maybe that’s why you’re obsessed with his body, his face, his voice and his soul.

“you’re so pretty” “come for me, you’ve done so well, princess”

LEVI ACKERMAN

harsh and husky

it is not a surprise that humanity’s strongest loves to remind you who’s in charge when you are having sex. he likes to see you squirming from all the pleasure his tongue gives you—he eats you out like he’s starving, and he loves it when you pull on his hair when he focuses his movements on your core. he chuckles from time to time, the low vibrations of his voice tickling your overstimulated pussy can always bring you to the edge.

he’s such a tease, he loves to rub his finger between your wet folds before putting it inside to stretch you out. loves to see his girl making a mess. he’s a giver, but he won’t be gentle with you if you decide to go down on him. he’ll always be whispering how obedient you are for him, how much he loves to see you choking on his length, how you deserve a punishment for misbehaving and interrumpting his work.

hearing levi’s moans is something that happens once in a while—if you kiss his neck and leave a hickey there, if you stroke his dick slowly before he cums, or if you moan against his ear. he has such a pretty tone, it’s always nice to hear his grunts and his husky voice filling the room.

“you love making a mess, don’t you?” “such a bad girl, fuck”

REINER BRAUN

deep and heavy

everytime reiner gets to be inside you, his heart feels like it’s about to explode. you can see how his eyes gets darker when he realizes he can literally move you in any way he wants. legs up resting on his shoulders while he thrusts deeper into you, enjoying every sound you make. you feel butterflies when the warrior lets out a deep grunt, stopping his movements when it feels too good to cum.

reiner is a passionate lover, not as animalistic as eren but not as gentle as jean, it’s the perfect mixture of both. he knows how to bring you to the edge and how to make you beg for more even if you feel like you can’t take it anymore. you also know how to make him moan like a desperate man, but that only happens when you ignore his desire to cum.

given his stamina, he can last a couple rounds more without getting too tired. it’s on the final round when you can finally hear those beautiful moans he has hidden inside him. it’s not that he’s shy to let them out, but he prefers to hear you instead.

“does that feel good, sweetheart?” “let me hear you, baby”

PORCO GALLIARD

sharp and hungry

he takes sex like it’s a competition. he’s the most competitive guy you’ll ever meet. sometimes, when he’s balls deep inside you, you can hear those grunts he makes and he always sounds like he’s mad at something—is he mad because he never got to taste someone’s pussy like yours? is he mad because he knows that everyone else wants his girlfriend? or is he mad because he feels like this is something he can’t win?

you’ll never know. the only thing you’re sure of, is that behind those hungry, deep groans he makes and those furrowed eyebrows, there is a more gentle version of the competitive guy you’re just fucking. and the only way to know that guy is by giving him the blowjob of his life. he can sound angry at first, but if you know how to play with him and how to make him mad, he’ll eventually give up on trying to be the dominant one.

that’s when you finally hear his soft, almost quiet moans. he’ll never admit it, but he’s shy as hell when he makes those sounds. maybe he likes the “mad guy” facade more than the “weak one” because it fuels his ego, but you’re the one who can decide which one you want.

“you like that?” “fuck, of course you do”

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kuroovore · 1 year

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desperate for me

nsfw - minors dni ✰ wc: 1.1 k

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

content warnings: gamer!eren, cockwarming, marking, slight degradation, unprotected sex

a/n: im back after months and months!!!! i had multiple asks about gamer eren, so i thought id start back with this :)

eren had been playing his video games for what seemed like hours now. you sat patiently on the bed behind him trying to waste time and make it go by faster. you had asked him when he would be done three times now and each time he had responded with,

"just a little longer baby."

you had had enough and you were now even more needy and touch deprived than you were in the first place. you had an idea and immediately discarded of your shorts, tossing them on the floor beside the bed. you reached your hand into your panties and circled your fingers around your clit a few times, bringing your but lip between your teeth. you then ran your fingers down your slit and were about to slip them into your core when eren loud out a sigh and whispered "fuck".

your attention was now on him. you stood up and fully removed your panties before walking over to eren and slightly pulling his chair away from the desk to make room for yourself. he seemed startled and a bit frustrated at first, but his expression calmed when he realized it was you. he adjusted himself in his chair and patted his thighs, and gestured for you to sit on his lap. you walked in front of him and climbed into his lap, your shirt riding up in the process.

you watched his face as he stared down at your body and your thighs as your shirt covered your core as you settled in his lip. you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder as he reached down and grabbed your ass.

"fuck, baby. you needy?"

"mhm." you mumbled into his neck.

he lightly pushed you back and lifted you up a bit so he could pull his sweatpants down just enough for him to pull his cock out. he gave himself a few pumps before aligning it with your core.

"just sit on me for a little and I'll be done in a minute. promise." he said as he slowly pushed you down onto him, a small moan leaving your lips.

"you have to be quiet for me baby." he said pointing to his mic before he clicked a button so he wasn't on mute anymore. you nodded before going back to your previous position, burying your face in his neck.

you were glad eren was letting you be with him while he continued to play his game, but you needed more than just him sitting inside of you. you lightly rolled your hips against his and you felt him immediately tense up. you continued your movements before eren tightly gripped your ass and growled a low "stop" into your ear.

you wanted to be good for him but you needed him so bad. you attached your lips to the spot on his neck below his ear and lifted your hips before slowly lowering yourself back onto him. you did this one more time as you heard eren click a few buttons behind you before he ripped his headset off. next thing you knew, he was gripping the back of your thighs and you were suddenly sitting on his desk, him standing between your legs and towering over you.

"you can't listen to a word i say, can you?" he growled.

you looked up at him with wide eyes, processing what just happened. this is exactly what you wanted.

"hmm? don't wanna say anything?" he said as he ran his hands up and down your legs, suddenly seeming calm.

"eren..." you whimpered.

"mm im glad that's all you can say. how about you scream it though?" he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck. then, he suddenly rammed into you hard. you gasped as your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

his hands found the backs of your thighs again and pulled them up around his waist, bringing you closer to him as he continued to pound into you.

"eren!" you gasped

"couldn't wait just one more minute for me could you? always so needy for my cock, huh?"

he pulled back from your grasp and leaned back to take in the sight of you in front of him as he fucked you senseless, and let out a chuckle.

"so desperate for me, aren't you? you like when i fuck you like this?"

"y-yes, eren. i love it so much."

"i know you do."

he then pulled you back against him and started kissing your neck, sucking on the spot just above your collarbone and biting lightly onto your shoulder.

you let out a moan and tangled your hand into his hair. he continued to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace, hitting all of your spots as he left marks all over your neck and collarbones.

"so pretty marked up baby." he said as he lightly pushed your shoulder back until you were laying with your back on his desk. he gripped one of your legs and put it up against his shoulder before he leaned forward, holding himself up with his hands pressed against the desk by both of your sides, the new angle leaving you breathless, mouth formed in an o shape.

you let out incoherent words and all kinds of noises as eren stared into your eyes, watching your face as he fucked you. your moans became more and more high pitched and eren smirked down at you before moving one hand down your body to rub your clit. one of your hands moved down to grip his wrist, but you were too weak with pleasure to do anything about it.

"you gonna cum for me, princess?"

you nodded quickly and whined, unable to respond with actual words.

eren chuckled before giving you a few particularly hard thrusts.

"cum on my cock, baby. cum for me."

his words alone were too much for you and you let go, clenching around his cock and gripping his arms for some sort of leverage as pleasure washed over you.

"fuck." he groaned as he buried his head in your neck again, still pounding into you. your body shook with pleasure as he overstimulated you. he let out a few load groans into your neck before his hips stuttered and he shot his load into you.

he rested his forehead against yours before kissing your lips, sticking his tongue into your mouth. the two of you continued to make out for a minute before eren pulled back and slid out of you.

he put his pointer finger under your chin and lifted your head up so you were looking at him, his lip between his teeth.

"get on the bed, princess im not done with you."

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broadcast-into-the-void · 5 months

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i don't know what to title this. i just let the worms escape from their cages deep in my mind.

Summary: Eren fucks you over a table at the club.

One Shot: Eren x Fem!Reader + Jean x Fem!Reader but just a little - free-use

Contains: P in V, Free-Use, Exhibitionism, Fucking at the clerb, Drinking, Doing S while intoxicated, Choking, Eren bends you over a table, Drunk!Reader, Cock drunk!Reader

(WC: 1.1k)

A/N: no one wanted to write about an au, free-use fantasy land, so i had to step in. everyone lives in the same small town, and there's no war, no titans, etc. i'm making this into a series lol.

Minors or ageless blogs dni, I'm being so serious

The majority of the people in the group you came with were on the dance floor including yourself. After a while, you came back to the VIP lounge seeing Eren, Reiner, Bertolt, Jean, and a few other people you weren’t entirely close with. You sit to the right of Jean so you can take a shot with the contents on the table in front of him. You grab an almost empty bottle of brown liquor and chat with him as you down it.

There’s little to no taste as you remember, it’s swallowing it that always gets you. You close your eyes and scrunch your face as you force yourself to swallow it. You inhale slowly so the liquor doesn’t come back up.

“God,” You wince. “That’s horrible.” You stand up from your spot and shake your legs to relax your limbs. You pour another shot standing up.

“What are you doing?” Jean asks.

“I don’t want to throw up all over myself!” You shout, laughing.

“Then don’t take the fucking shot!” He mimics your slurring voice, pushing your hip and making you stumble. If you hadn't lost your heels somewhere in the club, you could’ve stomped on his foot.

You completely ignore his idea, breathing in and out dramatically as you prepare to take your next shot. You feel someone slide behind you and place their hands on your hips as you take the shot– not breaking their conversation with their two friends next to the couch.

You turn to Jean raising your arms in victory as you wince, “I did it!’

He laughs.

The person behind you lifts your mini dress to your hips, pulls your thong down to your knees, and slightly bends you over– not breaking their conversation with their friends next to the couch.

You feel them move their tip up and down your entrance before pushing the entire head of their cock into you– not breaking their conversation with their two friends next to the couch.

“That doesn’t seem like him, Eren,” You hear Reiner say to your right.

“That’s what I was thinking,” You hear from behind you. Eren.

“I didn’t throw up,” You said to Jean, Eren slowly gliding in and out of your tight hole, fitting his whole length within you.

Jean rolls his eyes, “Whatever.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.

You continue your previous conversation with Jean while Eren picks up his pace, not breaking his conversation with his two friends next to the couch.

“Connie told me he said I was guaranteed a spot and Levi said they never even talked,” Eren says, left hand on your hip and right hand on your shoulder bending you further down.

“Why would Connie lie about that?” Bertolt asked Eren.

You whine as Eren plunges deeper inside you the further he bends you over. You look around the room for different bottles to take another shot from. You see a bottle of Smirnoff and Cherry Coke on a table behind Reiner and Bertolt. Eren reached above your dress to play with your tits, but your dress was too tight for him to fit his hand in. He stills inside of you and reaches the back of your dress to unzip it.

“I’m so sorry,” You interrupt their conversation. Eren pulls the straps down your arms, your dress landing at your feet. “Could you pass me those behind you?” You point to the bottles behind them. Eren’s hands massage your plump tits making you arch your back as his pace speeds up again.

“You’re taking another one?” Jean asks.

Reiner passes you the bottles opening them both in your hands. You thank him and he continues his conversation with the man fucking you.

“Yes,” You reply matter-of-factly to the man on the couch.

You take a swig of the Cherry Coke, followed by a swig of the Smirnoff, and repeat it.

You turn back to Jean with a smile, “Two.”

You whimper and fall onto the table below you as Eren completely bends you over it, pinching your nipples. Jean reaches over to grab the bottles from your hands and places them on the ground next to you.

The two shots you took hit you fast. You just stand there and moan as Eren pounds into you. You attempt to lift your drunk body onto your hands. Eren grips your hair, yanking your head up. Fucking you. You whine and squirm with every thrust.

“Fuck,” Eren moans as you clench around his cock. “I don’t know. The whole thing just seems weird.”

His left-hand leaves your hip to grip your throat, fucking you at a now moderate pace so he could pick up and sip his drink with his right.

You whine when a finger brushes your clit. You look down to see Jean’s middle finger rubbing your swollen bud painfully slow. He’s never touched you before. Everyone you’re close to has fucked you at least twice– most of the time, in front of him –but never Jean. They all made fun of him for never touching you or fucking you, but you didn’t care. If he wanted to, he knew he could. Jean just couldn’t handle the thought of you being fucked by any on else, until today.

“Atta’ boy, Jean!” Reiner shouts.

He didn’t respond. He just stared at your clit while the three guys poked fun at him, watching as Eren’s cock slid in and out of you.

Jean rests his wrist on your pelvis while his middle finger plays with your clit. You moaned from the stimulation, wheezing as Eren's hands gripped your throat tighter. You feel yourself fill with Eren’s cum as Jean helps him bring you to your climax.

Your legs shake as you orgasm feeling Eren pull his cock out of your hole, his cum follows suit. You feel Jean lift you up by your chest and slide your thong back up your hips, the fabric immediately soaking up Eren’s load. He pulls your dress up, you slide your arms through the straps, and he zips you up.

You smile up at him, “Thank you.”

You stumble out of the VIP lounge and to the dance floor without another word, Eren’s cum dripping down your legs.

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yandereshingeki · 2 years

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Dear Rabbit

Yandere! Werewolf! Eren Jaeger x Reader

Eren J Masterlist

Word Count: 19k

Pairing: Eren x Reader

Content: Smut, Slight Fluff, Yandere themes, Slight Violence

Content Warnings: Fem bodied reader, Eren calling reader ‘bunny’, use of ‘good girl’ once, calling Eren ‘sir’ once, Dubcon (reader consents but under the influence of “heat”), kidnapping, Hybrids(?), Mentions of Pregnancy/impregnation, implied forced pregnancy, mentions of hunting, Scratching, injury (Eren digging his claws into you), Stockholm Syndrome (speedrun edition—influenced by marking), violence, fighting, raw meat (does that need a warning??), very small amount of hurt/comfort, Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, Marking, Smut (Size difference, breeding, slight A/B/O themes, knotting, heat, rut, creampie, cunnilingus, nipple play, F! receiving oral, stretching, stomach buldge, cervix pounding, slight orgasm denial), slight monsterfucking(?)

Summary: A part-wolf part-human creature has been watching you for quite some time, and he’s finally matured enough to make you his mate. You don’t remember him, but he’d do anything to make you his.

Werewolf Eren’s size compared to an average height person

An extra dilf werewolf eren <3

While reading the smut portion of this—please remember that it is unrealistic as fuck, because if you had sex with someone who’s dick was as big as Werewolf Eren’s, your insides would probably break. I lowkey cringed a lot while writing about the heat stuff 😭😭 I am so sorry

Also I sort of combined his manga colors and anime colors in this—black hair and green eyes

The rain fell heavily outside, crashing against the windows and roof of your apartment. Tree branches fluttered and waved with the wind, knocking against the window in your room as if they were begging for an escape from the storm.

You were getting ready for another day of school, packing your bag with all of the notebooks you needed, followed by your sticker-covered laptop and the pencil pouch you kept stocked with all of the pens, markers, and #2 pencils you could ever need. After pulling a waterproof jacket over your outfit of choice—jean shorts and a well-worn shirt—you pulled the thick bag straps over your shoulders and left your room, shutting the door behind you.

One of your roommates sat in the kitchen on her phone, giving a quiet “morning” while she scrolled through Instagram. Without classes in the morning to keep her busy, she often made breakfast for you and your other roommate—which was always greatly appreciated. Today, she’d made toast, leaving out all of the possible toppings for you to choose from on the counter.

You picked up a slice from the plate, munching on it quickly while raiding the pantry nearby for a granola bar or two, just in case the toast wasn’t enough to hold you off until lunch. As you prepared to walk out the door, your roommate was quick to say, “Watch out for werewolves!”

It was a running joke between people that lived in your relatively tiny town, brought on by the large wolf population in the surrounding forests—and also by the superstition of werewolves that supposedly lived beside their more canine brethren. Older people would tell their young grandchildren all about it, or mothers used it to keep their children from going too close to the woods. Either way, you didn’t believe it, but it was fun to joke about.

With a giggle, you bid her goodbye—pulling your jacket’s hood up, leaving the house, and starting your walk to the bus stop in the pouring rain.

The sidewalk was soaked, little worms wriggling out of the grass for fresh air. Carefully, you avoided them the whole way, reaching the bus stop and waiting quietly for your ride to show up. A few minutes passed before you heard the stutter of the bus engine—the long, white vehicle littered with advertisements pulling up to the bench you waited on.

You got up, stomping through the tiny puddles of rain on the sidewalk and climbing the stairs into the bus. It was mostly empty, aside from a few middle-aged people on their way to work. The windows were blurred from the rain, making it difficult to see when you sat down and tried to look through them. Although, if you squinted and looked into the distance—hidden by the underbrush and the thick tree trunks—you could’ve sworn you saw someone standing there, watching you. Rubbing your eyes and looking again, you noticed the figure was gone. You simply shrugged it off and turned forward, resting your head against the cold window.

It was probably never there in the first place, you thought. You always saw things like that out of the corners of your eyes that weren’t really there, so it was easy to assume that this time was the same.

If only you had known it was real, maybe you could have done something to avoid it.

School went by quickly, and all of your classes for the day ended by noon. You just decided to go back home instead of sticking around—mostly because it would be easier for you to study there than in a public place.

By now, the rain had lightened up a little and created a thin fog on the ground, making it difficult to see things at a distance. You no longer needed to wear your jacket, so you held it under your arm while you waited for your ride home. After the bus arrived and you got on, you texted your roommate that you would be back soon and asked if she could heat up some leftovers for you to have for lunch. She replied with a thumbs-up emoji, making you smile while you tucked your phone away into your bag.

The bus was quick to arrive back in your neighborhood, with fewer stops being necessary this time due to the lack of people. Stepping off, you walked past the end of the bus—only to stop at the sight of your neighbors waving at you from across the street. They were an elderly couple you became acquainted with while living at your nearby home, a pretty nice and sweet pair too. They just asked you how you were doing or how school was doing most of the time, so it really threw you for a loop when instead of their usual kind gestures, their faces contorted into ones of horror and paralyzing fear.

Before you had a chance to question it, everything moved faster than you could comprehend.

The first thing you realized was that you were being grabbed, but the next thing you knew—you were tumbling forward into the road, only being protected by whatever had a hold on you turning and hitting the pavement first. A scream from the elderly woman across the street echoed through the air, alerting the creature and causing it to panic and start running—with you in its arms.

The grip it had on you hurt, its claws digging into you and creating small gashes in your sides that bled through your clothes. Only now, after having a moment to process what happened, did you start to squirm and scream for help. It was already too late for anyone to rescue you from the beast, but it was the only thing you could try.

Your cries for help quieted into muffled sobs as you passed the threshold of the woods—the forest was huge; there was almost no chance of someone finding you there. You were going to die, you were sure of it, it was going to eat you.

Minutes passed, only filled with your cries of distress and the creature’s pants and feet crunching sticks and leaves on the ground—but then you hit a large clearing, and the sky was visible again. You couldn’t see well—your face buried in the shirt your kidnapper was wearing, and the sides of your head being blocked by the arms that were wrapped around you—only leaving you the ability to look up at the sky.

Small sprinkles of rain hit your face, joining the tears that dampened your cheeks. The creature let out a huff, its claws digging deeper into your already bloodied sides and making you wail in pain. You could feel it turn to look down at you, but you couldn’t see anything more than its neck and chin. After burying your face into its chest and letting out another cry, it started moving again, this time going from the woods into what you assumed to be a cabin—or a den of sorts. You couldn’t see much, but you did notice that it got darker and that the droplets of rain that you’d felt before ceased.

You were let go of without warning—dropped onto a soft, lumpy pile that was covered by a big linen blanket. Finally able to see your captor, you gazed up at him to see who and what he was.

He stared back at you, his bright eyes glowing green like the forest, even in the dark. Although he looked human, he wasn’t—there was no way he could have been, he was huge compared to the average person. Not only that, but emerging from his head stood two fluffy black ears that twitched as you studied him, matching his hair color—and further down, you could just barely make out a messy and tangled-looking tail, wagging back and forth behind him. The clothes he wore looked to be made by human hands, but considering how human-esque he was, they very well could have been made by him.

Your attention turned to your surroundings, eyeing the wooden walls surrounding the “bed” you were sitting on. There was more to this house that he had taken you into, but you couldn’t see past his broad shoulders and tall stature.

His wide eyes met with yours again, only for a second before he turned away and hurried off into the other part of the house, finally allowing you to see the rest of his abode when you sat up. Now that you could, you realized just how small the space really was—there was a big main room that held several different kinds of wooden storages stocked with different jars and bags, and then the small indent in the corner where the bed—and you—currently were.

The tall wolf-man dug through one of the cabinets attached to the wall, finally pulling out a roll of gauze. He hurried back to you, grabbing the hem of your ruined shirt and starting to pull it up without warning. Before he could drag it even halfway above your stomach, you slapped his claws away and fell backward, trying to curl into yourself and cover your bleeding sides. His ears fell back, and he held his hands up in front of him like he was trying to show that he wouldn't hurt you.

“I can’t bandage you with your shirt on.” His voice was soft as he spoke, acting like if he raised his voice too high, you would shatter like glass.

The edge in his green in his eyes had changed, turning softer—his pupils dilated, eyes growing glossier the longer he looked at your scared figure, making it clear that he had no intention of harming you—because why would he, especially if he was giving you such a loving gaze. After thinking about it, you realized you wouldn’t be able to stop the bleeding as quickly as him, and you didn’t need to be any weaker than you already were. Otherwise, there might not be any hope for your escape at all.

Slowly, you moved back to your previous position at the edge of the bed, starting to tug your shirt up. You stopped below your chest, still too afraid and untrusting to go any further. Every muscle in your body felt tense as he leaned in, maneuvering his hands around your waist to wrap the gauze tightly against your skin. It was fast, but the entire time you kept your eyes squeezed shut like it would make him disappear before they opened up again.

When he leaned away and you no longer felt his arms close to you, your eyes shot open so that you could stay aware of his every move. He stood over you awkwardly, leaning forward slightly and staring at your shirt with his lips pressed into a straight line while he contemplated his next move. You stared back at him, eyes darting to the side to ignore the uncomfortable tension.

And then, before you could stop him—he ripped your shirt off and speedily switched it out with his, barely giving you time to process what he had done before the oversized tunic was covering you up, the collar sliding off of one of your shoulders. Blinking for a second, you realized he began to walk away with your shirt—the only piece of clothing you had besides your shorts and underwear—so you jumped up and tried to take it back from him. He held it away from you effortlessly, high above his head where you couldn’t reach.

“That’s—That’s mine!” You stuttered, stretching your arms up as far as you could before it made your sides burn.

“Go sit down—you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that.” The stern tone in his voice didn’t match the soft expression on his face, but it did match his actions as he pressed the pads of his fingers to your chest, pushing you back until you fell onto the soft bed.

Still unwilling to give up yet, you protested again, “But—But my shirt!”

“There's blood on it and it has holes. It’s no use to you now, especially not out here.”

What he meant exactly by the words ‘out here’ you didn’t know, but you assumed it had something to do with the fact that you were deep in the woods, surrounded by all sorts of things that would easily hunt you down and kill you if they caught the smell of your blood. You looked down a little, staying quiet to tell him you understood, and that you could live without the soiled shirt.

With a smile, he gave you a small pat on the head before walking to the opposite end of the room and dropping the fabric into a small, wooden bin on the floor. After pulling on a new shirt, he turned back to you, the first thing he noticed being your gaze, glued to the ground. Your face was mostly void of emotion—meaning he had no way of knowing what you were thinking, and no way of even guessing—leaving him grasping at straws to try and figure out how he could comfort you.

Without giving any thought to how you would react to it, he walked over and wrapped his huge arms around you—effectively caging you in against his chest. Your entire body tensed up, shoulders scrunched up as far as they could be. It made you feel so small and powerless. You were small and powerless—against him at least.

After sitting quietly for what felt like hours—but was only a few minutes, in reality—he finally spoke up, “You’re so small still, even up close. Like a little bunny rabbit.”

The amount of effort it took to crane your neck enough so that you could look up at him was enormous, your bones cracking as you rested your chin on his chest. He peered down at you, a toothy smile forming slowly and showing off his dangerously sharp teeth.

Struggling to get the words out from a combination of anxiety and your jaw being pressed shut against his sternum, you managed to question him, “Who—who are you—what are you? Why did—Why did you do this?”

“Oh.” He said in reply, not giving you a real answer yet—he needed a minute to figure out how he would explain his connection to you without sounding like he was making things up. You squirmed in his grip, trying to loosen it so that you weren’t being crushed.

He asked you, looking almost sad as he spoke, “Do you—do you really not remember?”

When you shook your head in response, he gave a nervous chuckle and just decided to start from the beginning, “Well then, I guess I’ll just tell you.”

One of his arms around you moved so that he could cup your entire jaw with his hand, forcing you to keep your head turned upward while he talked to you, “Maybe you were too young to remember, but we always used to play together when we were kids.”

His explanation began, the smile coming back to his lips while he reminisced on the memories he had of your first years together, “Your mom would set you outside while she gardened nearby. She never paid enough attention to you—you always wandered off, just far away enough for me to come out of the woods without being afraid that she would catch us,” he paused for a moment to chuckle before continuing, “You used to call me ‘doggy’ and bring out this plastic ball; it wasn’t really meant for animals, but you just insisted on using it to play with me. There were little bells inside that jingled when you threw it and made me fetch it.”

He chuckled again, “Maybe you did see me as a dog back then, but that doesn’t matter now.”

You stared at him, semi-spaced out while you tried to remember his presence in your childhood. There was no memory of a wolf-human coming to play with you, the closest thing being when your nice neighbors would let you see their friendly Bernese mountain dog pup. Then again, there was a lot about your toddler years that you couldn’t remember anymore—maybe he just happened to be part of those forgotten moments.

Either way—it wasn’t important right now. The most important thing at the moment was figuring out who he was, and any way you could escape. Your previous relationship with him could come later—that is, if you stayed long enough.

Before you could ask him for his name, he was already talking again, going on about your old times together. “You were so special to me. It hurt so bad that I had to stop seeing you when we got older but… it doesn’t matter anymore. Now that I'm old enough—now that we're finally together again…I’ll never let you go.”

He began to lean down, pursing his lips and getting ready to kiss you—not expecting the hand that slapped over his mouth when he got too close. He wasn’t even able to ask why because you were already talking, “What—What’s your name? I don’t even know your name.”

Despite looking a little disappointed from his attempt at kissing you being blocked, he responded with an indifferent tone, “Eren.”

After seeing you nod, his smile returned and he grabbed both of your wrists with his giant hands, ensuring that this time there was nothing to get in the way of his kiss. Desperate to avoid it, however, you leaned back as he leaned in—eventually hitting the bed and having nowhere else to turn. Even with everything inside of you screaming not to let him, you had no way of avoiding the moment his lips pressed against yours. He pushed your wrists into the bed too, successfully trapping you again, although this time leaving you feeling even more vulnerable than before.

You let him kiss you for a moment, hoping that he would pull away on his own. When he didn’t, you realized you would have to risk angering him to free yourself—and as much as his anger scared you, the thought of him going any further with you was scarier.

Ripping yourself out of his grasp, you balled your hands into fists and shoved him in the chest as hard as you could, creating enough space in between you to curl your legs up, allowing you to kick him in the stomach. He tumbled back, groaning and grabbing at the already forming bruise. You wasted no time, getting up and trying to run—not even thinking about how close he was to you, the lack of distance allowing him to recapture you easily. There wasn’t even enough time for you to make it to the door before he recovered and pounced on you, grabbing at your injured sides so that you would instinctively curl up and focus more on getting his hands off of you. It made it easy for him to pick you up despite your squirming, taking you back to his bed and shoving you into it.

You tried to sit up again, but he was quicker than you, pinning you down by your arms. His claws dug into your skin, only gentle enough that it wouldn’t draw blood—and he looked angry, growling and baring his teeth. It was more wolf-like than human, his eyes turning dark, reflecting a hint of red.

Horrified, you shut your eyes and started to tear up—thinking he was going to claw your arms or face as a sort of punishment for trying to escape—but instead, he did nothing. He didn’t say anything either, not even when his anger finally subsided. He just stared—his eyes that reflected the color of the very forest he lived in piercing straight through your head.

He was waiting—waiting for you to open your eyes so that he could make sure he had your full attention before making his warning.

When you finally did, he grabbed both of your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them until your mouth was forced into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes met his, and he stared at you in silence for another moment before reprimanding you, “Don’t try that again. Ever.”

His voice was stern, contrasting his earlier, more cheery tone.

“I’ll make it so you can’t run at all if you do.”

The threat made a shiver run down your spine. He wouldn’t actually hurt you like that, right? Hopefully not.

So distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the hand sliding down to your thigh until it was being squeezed. It was anything but gentle, serving as another warning of what he would do if you tried to run again. Honestly, just the thought of his sharp claws digging into your thighs until it hurt too much to stand was enough to scare you away from the idea—at least until you found an opportunity where it was certain you could make it.

“Got it, bunny?”

He snapped you out of your thoughts again, keeping his gaze on you until you nodded. Then, his smile returned, as did his happier demeanor—and he acted like it had never left in the first place.

Letting go of you, he stretched back and yawned, giving you the personal space you needed. You curled up, holding yourself and rubbing your arms for comfort while Eren got up and made his way across the room.

“Are you hungry at all? It must be almost noon by now, you should eat.”

You shook your head, but he either didn’t see you or didn’t care, because the next thing you heard was the clattering of different containers and ceramics. Sitting up, you looked over and saw him digging out different kinds of meats, berries, and fruits—probably because he didn’t know what kind you ate—or if you even ate meat. It was obvious that he wasn't well-versed in the diet of humans, considering he didn’t even bother cooking the meat before he went to hand it over to you.

Not sure what to do next, you just held the plate in front of you and stared at it. You couldn’t eat most of what was on it—you weren’t sure if you even wanted to eat any of what would be considered edible to people—there was no way to tell what had been adequately washed or not.

Confused, Eren waited a moment before asking you, “Is there something wrong? Do you not like any of it?”

You shook your head, not bothering to clarify which question you were answering while you continued to hold the plate. After another minute of awkward silence, you finally explained to him, “I can’t eat raw meat. Or unwashed fruit.”

With that new information, his mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape, showing that he understood—or at least pretended he did. He took the plate back from you, staring down at the assortment of food to try and figure out what he was going to do with it.

“I guess I should cook and wash these then, right? Will you eat then?” He asked. You nodded, just wanting this to get through with the conversation so that he couldn’t keep using it as an excuse to care for you.

After pausing in front of the wooden front door, he turned his head to look at you, carefully watching to see your response when he asked, “Would you be good? If I take you outside with me, that is?”

As much as he didn’t trust you at the moment, he thought that getting some fresh air might help you stay calm. And even if you did try to run, you would never be able to get that far before he caught you. The risk was low.

Without answering, you were already up and joining his side, eager for another possible escape attempt. You knew he would be watching you like a hawk, but that wasn’t going to stop you. Not if it meant you had even a sliver of a chance of being successful, you still wanted to try.

With a hum, he turned back to the door and pushed it open, revealing the misty forest clearing, everything still moist from rain. The idea of bolting past him and into the woods was at the forefront of your mind, but you held back—as painful as it was. You needed to wait until he wasn’t paying attention so you could get as far away from him as possible before he noticed your absence.

He took your hand, dragging you outside and to the middle of the clearing. Pointing to one of several logs laying around what looked to be a small fire pit, he motioned for you to sit. When you did, he handed you the plate of food and went off to find wood, checking to make sure you were still there every 5 seconds.

It didn’t take long to gather enough firewood, considering you were surrounded by trees with plenty of broken branches lying beneath them. Eren returned quickly, arms full of different sizes of sticks that tangled together when he dropped them into the fire pit. Reaching for his pants pocket, he realized he left his box of matches inside of his cabin—meaning he’d have to either leave you alone or drag you back with him to grab them.

He didn’t even get a chance to think about what he was going to do before his solution was already walking right up to him.

“Eren! Is this… the person you were talking about?”

“Armin! Yes, yes it is.”

His childhood best friend, Armin. He could watch you for him, definitely.

Armin approached the two of you quickly, his shaggy blonde tail bouncing behind him. He was a lot smaller than Eren was but still big enough to tower over you—leaving you shaking in your boots at there now not only being one, but two dangerous werewolves you had to keep track of if you wanted to escape.

He slowed his pace, sauntering over to you to check out the person his best friend has told him oh-so-much about in the past.

Stepping in front of you, he kneeled to meet your eyes—trying to make himself seem smaller so that maybe you would stop shivering at the sight of him.

“Hello!” He said, a small smile adorning his feminine face, “I’m Armin—like you heard. I know it’s difficult right now, but I’m sure you’ll adjust well!”

After he finished speaking, he placed both of his hands over yours—trying to encourage you to keep your spirits high, although it had the opposite effect. You didn’t respond or even nod—the anxiety inside of you forcing you to stay frozen in place.

Turning around, he let go of you to ask Eren something, “Mind if me and Mikasa eat with you? We have our own food.”

Eren nodded, “Would you watch them for me for a second while I run to grab some matches?”

Armin gave him a thumbs up, taking a seat on a log near you while Eren ran off. Now you were alone with him. Great.

You shuffled your feet in the dirt awkwardly, praying that Eren would be fast. Armin looked past you, suddenly beaming while he waved his arm in the air.

That must be the ‘Mikasa’ he mentioned.

She came from behind you, taking a seat next to Armin on the log. In her arms, she held a cloth bag—probably full of food—and an over-the-fire camp grill that was likely stolen from a nearby sporting goods store. She was beautiful, which honestly made you even more nervous than just the half-wolf part did on its own.

Fortunately for you, Eren was quick to return after Mikasa arrived, a box of matches in hand and a fistful of kindling. He lit the tiny twigs, tossing them into the larger pile and starting the fire. After a minute, the pit was engulfed in flames and burning brightly, emanating warmth on everyone surrounding it.

Mikasa unfolded the portable grill, placing it over the fire and adding her’s and Armin's food onto it. She left an open spot on the other side of it for you, which you filled quickly with everything that was on your plate, including the fruits and berries that normally wouldn't be grilled. Eren gave you a strange look but didn’t say anything, just assuming that was how humans normally ate their fruit.

The following silence was deafening, nothing but the quiet crackling of the fire filling the air. You fiddled with your thumbs, eyes glued to the dirt to avoid any awkward eye contact.

Eventually tired of the quiet, Armin spoke up, “So… are you going to tell your parents about this soon?”

After a moment of thinking, Eren shrugged, “I’ll probably just tell them when I get them pregnant—which shouldn’t take too long.”

You almost choked on air, whipping your head towards him and stammering out a pathetic, “Excuse me?”

Mikasa and Armin look equally as shocked, both of their mouths hanging open while they stared dumbfounded at their friend.

“Already? Eren you JUST got them—at least give them some time to warm up to you more!” Mikasa shouted, giving you a sympathetic glance.

“Mika, we’ve known each other since we were kids, you know this. It’ll be fine, they’ll have as many months as they need to get used to me—the faster we have pups the better. You know how—how competitive things get around here, and if they’re pregnant then everyone will leave us alone.” His tail was wagging aggressively side to side, brushing dirt into the air. The frown on his face spoke volumes, and so did his crossed arms that made him look like a pouty child—but you couldn’t help but also notice the sad look in his eyes as he spoke again, “I’ve waited too long for this. I don’t wanna lose my chance.”

After a long moment of silence, Armin picked up a stick and began to turn the meat over on the grill, just ignoring the solemn-looking Eren and the still stunned Mikasa. He turned your food over after, dropping the stick on the ground again.

The quiet after was even worse this time, everyone just staring and waiting for things to finish cooking. It didn’t take as long for the second side to cook, the meat turning darker in minutes. Both Armin and Eren dragged the food back into their plates with sticks, Mikasa dragging the grill off of the fire when they were done. She set it aside to cool off and sat again, blowing on the meat that Armin held.

When Eren handed his plate to you, you copied Mikasa and blew on the food to cool it before digging in. Armin and Mikasa ate mostly with their hands and mouths, both eating somewhat similar to the way dogs would. You were hesitant to pick up anything with your hands, nervous about the residue that it would leave. Instead, you offered some of the meat to Eren, just opting to eat the fruits instead. That was probably the safer option, anyways—and it left less mess on your fingers.

You finished your meal faster than everyone else, being left to sit there and watch while everyone else was distracted by their food.

Oh. They were distracted.

As you realized that, a thought crossed your mind. You could book it and run as fast as could, maybe making it to the edge of the forest before they could catch you. Or you could stay here sitting next to them—possibly missing the only chance you’d have to escape for a while.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to risk it.

Slowly, your gaze drifted from Armin to Mikasa, and then to Eren—all still busy with their food. You carefully turned around in your spot, catching Eren’s attention for a split second before you moved closer to give him a false sense of reassurance. When you were certain that your footing was good enough to help you launch forward, you took in a deep breath and counted down from 3.

3… 2… 1…

You took off, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and ignoring the burning pain in your sides. You were ahead, managing to make it out of the clearing before Eren had even begun to chase you—although it didn’t take him very long after to drop everything and go sprinting after you.

The anxiety was growing now, knowing he was coming. His footsteps were loud, and so were his angry demands.

“GET BACK HERE! GET BACK HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

It was almost more horrifying than the sound of him catching up to you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He was going to catch you. You weren’t fast enough—your plan was backfiring.

You weren’t even close to the edge of the forest, you underestimated how big it was. No. No. No.

This couldn’t be happening. It was so obvious that you wouldn’t make it. Why did you even think you could.

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the burning in your sides now spreading to your throat. Your legs were starting to hurt.

His grunts and growls were right behind you now, and before you knew it—he was tackling you to the ground and shoving your entire body into the dirt. He was so heavy on top of you—it hurt, it made you want to scream. You were covered in scuffs and bruises now, and you could feel the sticks scrapping against your skin and the dirt sticking to your wounds.

Everything was blurred with tears. You regret ever thinking you could get away.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry!” You could barely choke the words out, feeling like you were suffocating with him sitting on top of you. You didn’t even have to look at him to know that there was a scowl on his face and he was barring his fangs—evident through his low growls.

“I warned you, I fucking warned you.” He snapped back at you, finally getting up but still not letting go of you—instead, pulling you up with him.

Your legs shook beneath you, and there was a multitude of twigs and leaves in your hair and stuck to your clothes. You were so dirty.

“We’re going home. Now.”

No. No, you weren’t. That damp cabin—den, whatever it was—it wasn’t your home, and it never would be—but you didn’t even get a chance to protest before he was already picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. His sharp claws dug into your hip, just a little lower than where the other marks on your sides were. You couldn’t even squirm, all you could do was cry and sob into his back as he carried you.

The walk back felt like an eternity. It was like he was moving slow on purpose, just to torture you. He didn’t even talk to you, it was just silent the entire time—although this was probably better than what you’ll have to face when you got back.

Mikasa and Armin were nowhere to be seen when you walked through the clearing. They probably left quickly to avoid any conflict, but you couldn’t blame them. You would too if you were in their shoes.

When he walked through the door, he slammed it shut behind him out of anger, leaving you even more fearful of what that meant for you if he was acting like that towards an inanimate object. You were tossed onto the bed, barely being able to let out your wail of pain before he crawled on top of you and forced himself in between your legs, leaning over you so you were stuck underneath him. He grabbed both of your thighs, squeezing them until his claws were just about to break the skin.

“No! No, No Eren, please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, Eren, please don’t!” You cried, pleading with him to not follow through with his earlier threat.

“I warned you. I warned you, bunny. The only reason we’re doing things the hard way is because YOU didn’t listen.” His grip tightened, forcing a sob from your throat as he broke skin, “If it hurts too much then you can bite me. Just don’t be too loud, got it?”

Through tears, you nodded your head, just wanting to get it over with if he wasn’t going to change his mind. His claws dug into your thighs, piercing all the way into the muscle. Almost immediately, you bite down on his shoulder, letting out a shrill but muffled scream as you felt warm blood begin to drip down your legs.

It burned, it burned so horribly. You felt like you were going to be sick, your teeth starting to hurt at how hard you were biting down. It only got worse when he pushed his face into your neck and bit you back, forcing his fangs as deep into your flesh as they could go.

Your vision began to spot, whether it was the amount of pain or the amount of blood you were losing—you were going to pass out if he kept going. Flashes of hot and cold passed through your body, making you feel like you were drenched in sweat even though the only thing you had on you was blood.

As your crying began to grow quiet, and he could feel your head slipping away from his neck, Eren realized that you were about to pass out. Quickly sitting up, he let go of your legs and stared down at you—your eyes were droopy, the rest of your body starting to go limp.

He gently slapped your cheek, trying to keep you awake, “Hey, wake up. Stay with me, bunny. C’mon…”

You groaned in response, shifting your body slightly. He questioned himself if he went too far, eyeing the deep gashes that were likely going to heal into permanent scars on your thighs. Compared to him, you were so small and delicate—he could kill you without even using all of his strength. Now he was worried. He needed to be more careful.

With a sigh, he got off of the bed and went to grab bandages—because if you were going to pass out on him, then he could at least take advantage of it by fixing you up without having to deal with your squirming. After cleaning and wrapping your neck and legs, he sat at the edge of the bed, staring at you with a sad look on his face.

“I’m sorry.”

You woke up enveloped in a soft blanket, surrounded by a cozy warmth. As much as you wanted to snuggle into it, you had to open your eyes and make sure you were safe before you could relax.

Yawning, you opened your eyes and took a moment to register what was around you before realizing that you were face to face with someone’s chest. More specifically, Eren’s chest.

His arms were wrapped around you, and you could feel him moving his arms around over and underneath you. You looked up to him, immediately being met with his gaze directly back at you. His eyes were red, and his hair was a mess. It looked like he had been crying.

“Eren?” You coughed after speaking, not realizing how dry your throat was.

He just held you tighter, burying his face into the top of your head.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have been so careless with you…”

You stayed quiet, allowing him to hold you in his arms while he continued apologizing over and over.

There was nothing you could say—no words of consoling that you could give without being a liar. You couldn't say it was ok. It wasn’t. You weren’t ok—but you didn’t want to make it worse for yourself by telling him that—so all you could do was stay quiet.

Although, as un-okay as you were, you were oddly calm compared to before. It was strange, considering you would have normally already panicked and pushed him away by now—probably backing yourself into the corner and trying desperately to avoid him—but you had no temptation to do so. If anything, you felt at ease in his arms—which was undoubtedly a cause for concern in your eyes.

By now, Eren had calmed down, your scent managing to ground him rather quickly. This provided you with a chance to speak up.

“What—What did you do to me?” You asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t this calm before. What did you do?”

The silence he held for a moment after you asked scared you. You weren’t prepared for anything, no matter what the answer may be.

“I marked you.”

“You—You what?” You didn’t know what he meant by “marking,” but the implication of it was enough to make your stomach drop.

“I marked you. When I bit you—and you marked me, too. That makes us mates.”

“What do you mean by ‘mates?’” You pushed against him, creating enough space between your face and his chest for you to look up at him.

“We’re mated. Like… It’s like what marriage is for people, kind of. Except, a lot harder to break.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes. He had to be lying. It wasn’t true. It couldn't be. The marks would heal in a few months and be gone forever, wouldn’t they?

“But what about—the marks will heal, won’t they? That can’t mean that we’re…”

“These marks are special, bunny,” He ghosted a hand up to your neck, feeling the bandaged wound with his thumb, “Even the one you gave me. They’re permanent.”

The small drops in the corners of your eyes turned into a river. Knowing that even if you were able to escape now—if ever—that mark would still be stuck on your neck—it was too difficult to cope with.

“No, no, no, please don’t cry anymore… You’ve cried enough today…” Eren cooed, pulling you close to him again, this time with his face against yours, his nose nuzzling your cheek. His comfort had the same effect on you that a mother holding her crying newborn would have, calming you quickly and managing to reduce your tears to sniffles in minutes. You hated it. You hated the comfort he was bringing you now, but you didn’t know how to stop it.

With your eyes now dry, you let out a shuddery, very exhausted-sounding sigh. Eren turned his head from you to the window, taking note of the orange glow outside. He retracted his arms from around you and sat up, catching your attention while he pulled his shirt off and handed it to you.

“The smell on this shirt should be stronger than the one you’re wearing. Change into it, it should help you stay calm while I go hunting.”

Hunting? He was leaving you to go hunt, right after all of that, with no other warning?

“What do you mean you’re going hunting?” You asked.

“We need food, don’t we? Every couple of nights, a group of us goes hunting at dusk. We bring everything back and split it evenly with everyone else. Tonight is a hunting night.”

“So… you’re just going to leave? And I’ll be here alone?” You started questioning how smart he really was if he was going to leave you by yourself right after you tried to escape.

“Well, sort of. I’ll send someone to watch,” He paused for a second, making you think he was done until you saw the petrifying look in his eyes, “Still, I think you know better than to run off now… right, bunny?”

You nodded, biting your lip anxiously while a shiver went up through your spine. He was right. Even if you ran away, the chances of him finding and catching you again were high. And if he did catch you then… who knows what he would do to you. You didn’t want to think about it.

Eren moved to cup your cheek, tilting your head so you looked up at him, “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

When you nodded for a second time, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Unlike the first time he’d tried to kiss you, you were unable to block it, so you could only squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the moment to pass. His chin was prickly, like he’d shaved a few days ago and it was just starting to grow back—it irritated your face. Even when he pulled away, you had to scratch at your face because of the itchy feeling his stubble left.

“Thank you. I’ll be back as soon as possible. I promise.” He said while he backed away, keeping his eyes on you as he moved towards the door, making sure you didn’t follow him.

When the door clicked shut, you shot up—but fell right back down onto your knees, forgetting about the injuries you had previously sustained. Getting up again was difficult, the ache in your thighs making you stumble as you clung to the bed for support. Instead of trying again, you gave up. Eren was right when he said he would make it so you couldn’t walk—you really couldn’t. Not yet, at least—with the still-fresh wounds on your thighs that made your legs feel like they would implode if you took even one step.

You could always try again in a little while before he got back—depending on how your legs felt then. If they still hurt then, you could always wait until his next hunting trip, as much as you didn’t want to wait that long. There were always going to be more chances for you to escape, hopefully. It wouldn’t hurt to rest, just for a bit.

After pulling yourself back into the bed, you saw that Eren’s tunic was lying crumpled up in the center of it. He gave it to you to change into, so you might as well—it was better than the dirty one you were currently wearing anyways.

You swapped your shirt for his, throwing the torn and dirt-covered one across the room after and curling up in the bed, wrapping yourself in the same blanket that you woke up with before he left. It was warm and cozy, filled with Eren’s scent. You couldn’t describe it well, but it smelt vaguely like autumn, along with different hints of dirt and pine needles. It was comforting, as much as you hated to admit it—and it was starting to make you feel tired.

Your eyelids grew heavy, begging for sleep—even though you hadn’t woken up that long ago. Although if Eren was still going to be gone for a while, sleeping could always help pass the time. Getting extra sleep wasn’t a bad thing, it wouldn’t hurt. Shutting your eyes, you began to let the weariness take over, letting yourself drown in the comfortable warmth.

“Hey… wake up… I’m back…”

You felt someone shaking you by your shoulder, abruptly pulling you out of your dreamland. Opening your eyes, you saw a blurry, shirtless Eren standing next to you. It took a few blinks for your vision to clear, and when you did you were finally able to look at him and mumble a slightly annoyed, “What?”

Eren chuckled at your half-asleep irritation, seating himself next to you to rest his legs, “I’m back.”

“Welcome.” You retorted, turning away from him and cuddling into the blankets again. He smirked a little, moving on top of you and putting all of his weight on you. Startled and mistakenly thinking he was trying something more perverted, you started to squirm underneath him, which only led to his arms tightly wrapped around you.

“I was so worried about you while I was gone, and now you’re being all cold to me?” He asked, letting out a very loud and overdramatic sigh, “So mean.”

You finally shoved him off of you and onto the floor, pouting and giving him a dirty look as he stood and laughed at your annoyance. As you looked at him, you started to take notice of things that you didn’t before.

He was extremely fit—the muscles in his arms and torso were toned, allowing you to see them clearly even without him flexing. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a lot of hair on him that you could see, your eyes trailing from his chest down to his abs and hips. The only place you could see any hair was his happy trail, which started right underneath his belly button and slowly got darker the further it went south. There was a bit of blood on him, too—mostly on his hands and around his face, neck, and chest. You didn’t question it much—he was just hunting, after all.

Eren caught notice of your gaze on him and decided to tease you a little in response. He interrupted your stare, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up so that you would look at him, “My eyes are up here, bunny.”

Almost immediately, your face became hot and you could feel yourself growing flustered. You could feel heat begin to pool in between your legs, and you almost thought that Eren could tell with the way his eyes widened right after. Truthfully, with his heightened sense of smell, he could tell, but he didn’t want to embarrass you or make a fool of himself, so he kept quiet.

He tried to brush it off, turning his head to the side and looking out the window to try and hide his growing blush, “We—We should both take a bath… There’s a lake nearby with clean water, and I have soap. You can clean your bandages too.”

If you took a bath with Eren that would mean seeing all of him. The thought alone made you shiver. However, you did need it, especially after being forced face-first into the dirt—and so did he based on the sight of him. You could put up with seeing him naked if it meant cleanliness.

“Okay.” You replied to him, making your way to the edge of the bed. Before you were able to get up, he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll carry you. Your legs probably still hurt, right? It’ll just be better if I carry you there.”

After you nodded, he got on his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him before shifting his hands to your butt. He stood up slowly, making sure to hold you tightly.

“Put your arms and legs around me, that’ll make it easier for me to hold you.” He asked, pulling you up more and intertwining his arms to hold you better. You did as told, wrapping your limbs around his torso and neck and clinging on.

You shut your eyes, leaning against him as he made his way across his home and out the door. It was cold outside, goosebumps scattering over your skin in uneven spots. Feeling you shiver, Eren moved one of his arms from under you to around your upper body, rubbing his arm up and down on your back to try and warm you.

“We’ll be there soon. It isn’t too far from here.”

The sound of leaves and sticks crunching under his feet came to a stop soon after he said that, signifying that he had reached the lake. You opened your eyes and twisted your neck to try and look, although you were barely able to see the bright moon reflecting off of the water in the corner of the lake.

“I’m going to put you down, ok? I’ll be careful.” Eren said, waiting for your nod in response before he dropped to his knees and gently placed you on the dirt and grass. He stood up again, patting you on the head before stepping away to start stripping. You whipped your head around quickly, not wanting to see him fully exposed. Because he only had his pants and shoes to take off, it wasn’t long before he was nude—walking up behind you after to inform you that it was now your turn to strip.

He promised not to look, although it wouldn’t matter much anyway. In a few minutes—when you were both going to be submerged in the lake—he would need to keep an eye on you for your safety.

Getting your shirt off was easy, but your shorts were another story. You slid them off oh-so delicately, afraid of being too rough and hurting your already injured thighs—you really didn't want to delay the healing process any more than you already might have earlier; when you tried to get up after Eren left.

Once everything you wore was off and discarded into the same pile as Eren’s clothes, you covered your chest and called for Eren to help you into the water. He turned around to face you—fully prepared to assist you—but froze. You stared at each other, both processing the sight of each other completely bare.

His tail began to wag involuntarily, exposing his excitement. While he drank in every little thing about your appearance that he could see, you did the same—your eyes trailing down his body like earlier—only this time there was nothing to get in the way of seeing where his happy trail led.

Your eyes followed it, all the way down to where it turned into a larger but still nicely trimmed tuft of hair before—

Holy shit.

He was huge. 9 inches at least, and that was soft.

Your entire body felt warm at the sight of him, your lower regions especially. You had to take in a deep breath just to ground yourself, and even then, you couldn’t get rid of the warm feeling inside your core.

Eren seemed to notice where your gaze went as well, considering his face was now a bright red, and his eyes were blown wide open. He could feel the arousing building up in himself—so, in an effort to hide it, he ran to you and scooped you up, quickly getting into the lake and walking to where the water was waist-deep.

You shivered in his arms, not expecting him to move so fast into the freezing cold water. Next, he set you down slowly, making sure you would stay standing before he let go. When you were stable on your feet, he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before turning your stiff self around so your back would face him.

“Stay still while I grab the soap.” He told you, wading past you in the water and going back to the pile of clothes in the grass, digging around until he was able to pull out a bar of soap from his pants pocket. He made his way back to you after, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into your head, “I’ll wash you. It’ll be easier for me to reach places you can’t. I promise I’ll be careful, so don’t worry.”

Nodding, you held your arms around your chest even tighter than before, just to be cautious if he was planning anything. You heard him dip the soap into the water and then press it against your back, the cold bar making you squeak and arch your spine. Your reaction made Eren chuckle for a moment before he began to wash you, continuously dipping his hand into the water whenever the bar felt dry so that it remained wet enough to eventually form suds.

The grip he had on the soap was strange, using the sides of his fingers instead of the pads to hold it, keeping his claws pointed away from you to keep you safe. After your back was clean enough, he moved on—scrubbing shoulders and upper arms. He didn’t want to risk your discomfort, so he carefully avoided the wet bandages and anything near your chest, simply handing the bar to you when he was finished so that you could wash those areas yourself.

You did so quickly, barely letting any suds form while you scrubbed away, rinsing everything off after and using your arms to cover yourself again. Eren asked if you were done, to which you nodded and handed him the bar, watching as he began to copy what he did to you, this time on himself.

With him distracted, you were able to examine his body once more. He faced away as he washed himself off, allowing you a nice view of his back muscles. Watching them flex and move was mesmerizing, the muscles stretching with the different ways he bent his arms. Part of you was curious about what it would be like, to be picked up and held in his huge arms while he—

The warm feeling came back. This time, it was even stronger than before.

You could feel yourself throbbing. You knew you were aroused, but it was so much more… intense than it usually was. Your entire body was hot, and it felt like you were burning up. Right now, it was probably a good thing that the lake was cold—because it was the only thing keeping you from overheating.

Everything felt so intensified, and you felt like you were going to collapse into the water. You needed to get out—maybe sit down for a minute or two.

You treaded through the water, making your way to Eren and poking his back. He flinched, obviously not expecting anything to touch him, and turned around to look at you.

“Eren…”

Your voice was shaky and unstable, your body shaking. You were going to ask him to carry you when he finished cleaning up, but you froze. Something was off about him. His eyes looked like they were glowing, and staring straight through you.

Slowly, he turned his body towards you and wrapped his arms around you. You didn’t know how to react, just frozen in place while he leaned over you. He buried his face into you, his nose stuffed into the crook of your neck.

“Eren? What—what are you doing?” “You smell… so sweet.”

He grazed his claws over your back, making you press yourself into him with your spine arched. It took everything inside of him, every ounce of self-control he had to keep from picking you up and taking you right then and there, in the middle of the lake. His sniffing was starting to tickle your neck, making you squirm.

“Eren…”

He didn’t respond—instead, beginning to back you up towards the shore. Eventually, the water was back to being well below both yours and his waist, going just above your knees and exposing everything. Instead of eventually backing out of the lake, you hit a ledge, almost falling onto it—if Eren hadn’t stopped pushing, you would have. He instead stepped back, grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around, pushing your upper body forward so that you were bent over it with your legs remaining half-submerged in the water.

Confused still, you tried to stand up again, only to be stopped by his hand on the small of your back, holding you down.

“Ere—Eren!” You squeaked out, abruptly feeling him press the palm of his finger against your clit. It hit you then, that he could tell what you were feeling—and he probably knew the reason you felt that way too.

Your entire body shook, your knees feeling weak and wobbly like jello. Eren didn’t stop, beginning to rub in small circles. He kneeled, one hand on the back of your thigh and the other wrapped around your leg to reach your heat. Being face-to-face with your cunt now, he was able to see how wet you were, your pussy swollen and begging for something inside of it.

“Eren—Eren… please, I—” You stuttered out, feeling the warmth worsen throughout your entire body.

“Shh, shh. I’ll take care of this.” He interrupted you, leaning in to leave a soft kiss on your ass.

This was embarrassing, to be bent over the side of a lake by someone who stole you away a few hours ago, with his face so close to the most intimate parts of you.

You covered your mouth, trying to silence the tiny whimpers that came out when you felt his breath on your cunt. He moved closer, slowly sticking out his tongue and dragging it down the slit of your pussy. Moving his other arm around your leg, he managed to put both of his thumbs on either of your outer labia, spreading your lips apart and taking another long lick.

If it weren’t for him, you would have collapsed onto the ground by now. His tongue moved back to your clit, flicking it a few times before dragging back to push into your entrance. Involuntarily, you pushed your hips back into him, begging for more friction. He pulled away, much to your dismay, making you whimper from the sudden cold breeze.

“You taste so good—you taste so good.” Eren panted, continuing to play with your folds and nudge your clit with his finger. He unwrapped one of his arms and closed his hand into a fist, only his middle and ring finger left extended. Carefully, he put the two claws into his mouth and bit down, effectively snapping the sharp nails off. After spitting them into the water, he moved his hand back to your pussy, feeling up and down to gather as much of the slick as he could before pushing his fingers in up to their first knuckles.

“Eren!” You cried out, your arms giving out and leaving you with your head buried in them against the dirt.

His ears perked up, and you could feel him lean to the side to try and look at your face, “Are you ok?”

“Yes—Yes I’m ok. Please, please, please keep going.”

Never before had someone putting just two fingers in you felt good. Even touching yourself hadn't. It was like your sensitivity was in overdrive, every ounce of contact you had with him had you melting. Not to mention, his fingers were massive, the two of them alone being longer than the average dick.

As he pushed them deeper, you could feel yourself squeezing the digits, especially when he had driven them in to the third knuckle. You almost couldn’t control yourself, your shaking hips grinding back and forth on his fingers.

“Move them, move them, please. Please.” You begged, starting to feel irritated like there was an itch that he just wasn’t reaching—an itch that desperately needed the satisfaction of being scratched.

Weak to your pleas, Eren was quick to retract and thrust them back into you, using the thumb of his other hand to massage your clit while he did. You whimpered into your arms, rocking with the motion of his hand to force his fingers as deep as they could go.

“So desperate—so wet too. Is this really all because of me?” He asked, making your embarrassment grow tenfold. Despite the intention of his remark being teasing, he ended up sounding unsure, almost in disbelief that he had managed to make you so worked up. Even when you nodded in response, he still wasn’t quite sure.

“All this, because you saw me naked? Even with a soft dick?”

You nodded again, whining when he stopped moving his fingers to focus on standing up and leaning over you.

“Well, would you like to see what it looks like when it’s hard?”

You almost bashed your head into his chin with the way you stood up so fast. He chuckled at your eagerness, pulling his fingers out of you and giving you room to turn around and see him.

When you did, your mouth fell open, and you could feel yourself throb again. The need was almost starting to hurt, your entire body begging for you to let him rearrange your guts. Such a thing would be an easy task for him as well, with his cock being almost as big as a ruler. There was no way you would be able to fit it inside of you when the time came, surely—but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see how much of it you could take.

From the thick tuft of hair right above the base of it, the slightly curved shaft seemed mostly even, only a few veins protruding and the girth only increasing slightly around the head. The tip was pink and leaking precum, pleading for a pretty pussy to penetrate and fill—your pussy to be more specific.

With a shaky breath, you reached out—only to be stopped by a hand gripping your wrist. When you looked up to Eren to see what was wrong, you were met with his beet-red face, his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched. Despite looking angry, he wasn’t—just struggling to hold everything in. He needed you desperately, and it felt like if he didn’t have you soon he was going to explode. But he didn’t want to do it out in the lake—he wanted your first time together to be at home in his bed, which is why this situation was so difficult.

“We need to go home. Now.” He said, sounding urgent and demanding. He knew if he didn’t get home with you soon, he’d end up losing it and fucking you against the ledge, which he’d definitely regret after. Before you could question how you’d get home while he was sporting a hard-on, he was already picking you up and making his way to shore. Instead of putting his clothes back on after shaking the extra water off of himself, he picked up the pile and held it over his crotch, positioning it so that he was holding the clothes with one arm and you with the other. You didn’t even get a chance to complain about how overly exposed you were, or how you didn’t want anyone to see you nude, because he was already rushing back home, leaving you to pray that nobody was outside tonight.

With no interruptions, you arrived back at his cabin quickly, getting dropped onto the bed almost immediately after he reached it. The clothes were discarded to the side, freeing his hands and allowing him to pull you to the edge of the bed and position you the same way you were at the lake—bent over the side of it with your knees on the floor.

He got on his knees behind you, grabbing your hips and sliding his cock in between your legs. You shivered at the contact it made with you, the base of it pressing against your pussy and the length going over halfway up your stomach. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling where the tip of his cock was against your stomach and letting out a breathy sigh.

“Shit, that’s gonna go deep, huh…” He dragged his fingers up through the middle of your chest, and then straight back down again. He moved his hand under his shaft, reaching your clit and beginning to rub it up and down with his middle and index fingers.

“Do you think you can take it?” He asked, “I don’t want to end up hurting you.”

“Yes, Yes I can take it, Eren. Please, give it to me, please.” You pushed your hips into him, trying to move them closer to his fingers and cock, desperate for any kind of stimulation he had to offer. He hadn’t given you enough, and you just kept wanting more. You needed to be filled, fucked—something—or you might end up going feral.

When he pulled his hand and cock away, you prepared yourself to feel the tip of it push against your opening—but instead, you were met with his tongue again. This time, he had turned on his back and moved underneath you with his head on the bed, right below your cunt, allowing him easier access to your clit. As much as you wanted something inside of you, being able to grind your pussy against his face was enough for now, if that’s what he was willing to give. He lapped at it, flicking the swollen bud over and over with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it to suck.

You buried your face into the sheets, embarrassed by how many lewd noises came from your throat. His arms found their way around your legs, one grabbing your ass, and the other—the one with his two cut claws—moved to finger you again.

Your cunt was covered in his spit at this point, mixed with your slick and helping to lubricate your pussy for what was to come later. The ache inside of you grew larger, even as he ate you out and made you see stars. You needed something bigger, you needed all of him. Every inch you could take.

“Want more, ‘ren. Please.” You begged with a shaky voice, tears cascading down your cheeks. His fingers weren’t enough anymore, and you were desperate.

He pulled his fingers out of you and moved from underneath you, turning himself upright and getting back onto his knees behind you. As much as he wanted to give in to what you wanted, he was still so afraid of hurting you. You were so tiny next to him, there was no way he wouldn’t tear your insides trying to put himself in.

“Promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much?” He grabbed your hips, trying to hold you still while he slid the tip of his cock up and down your soaking cunt.

“Yes, Eren, I promise! Please! Please, please!” You tried to push yourself back onto him, not realizing you were only preventing him from penetrating you.

“Then hold still. I can’t get it in when you squirm like that.” Eren grimaced with frustration, eventually pushing your upper body down into the bed so that you wouldn’t move as much. He finally managed to slip the tip in, giving him time to reposition his hands on your waist for better leverage, “I’m putting in as much as I can. Ok?”

You nodded, taking in a large breath and preparing yourself for what his cock might feel like inside of you.

Carefully, the head breached your opening, his length slowly beginning to fill you up. As it did, both you and Eren melted into each other, your back arching so you could take more of him in while he began to lean over you, his chest resting against your back, allowing you to feel every pant from him.

He was stretching you out, stuffing every inch of himself into you. Barely more than halfway in, and he was already close to touching your cervix. You were crying, begging for more, begging for him to give you more and more. He could barely hold himself up, the warmth of your tight cunt being almost too much for him to handle. How pathetic, to think that he was so close to cumming, and yet hadn’t even gotten one thrust in.

Using one arm propped up on his elbow for stability, he slid his other hand across your body and underneath you, gliding it across your chest and all the way to your lower stomach. He pressed down gently, pushing himself more and more until he could feel a bump form against his fingers.

“So deep, isn’t it?” His words came out in pants, sending a shiver up your spine and making you squeeze around his cock. After letting out a choked moan, he managed to push himself up again, pressing his length the rest of the way in until it reached the hilt.

“I'm gonna fuck you pregnant. Gonna put some babies in you so everyone knows that you’re mine.” He placed his hands on your waist, sliding his hands up to your shoulder blades, feeling around them, then dragging his nails back down to your hips. Thin lines were left in place of where he had just scratched you, and instead of the usual whimper in response, it made you shudder and cry for more.

His remaining claws dug into your skin, not deep enough to hurt or draw blood, but enough to keep a good grip on you. He pressed his hips into your ass again, forcing you against the bed before he pulled out halfway and fucked into you again.

Immediately, he picked up the pace and continued rutting into you, forcing the bed to bounce with his actions. You squealed and whimpered, your mind growing numb and dizzy as he continued.

It felt amazing, like all of your sensitive spots were being touched. The itch was finally being scratched. He filled you up perfectly, his cock reaching all of the right places—you wanted to sob from how overwhelming it was. It was perfect.

“Hah—Eren! Please! Please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” You repeated the word over and over like it was the only thing you knew, begging for him, pleading for him to keep giving you what you needed, to keep taking care of you like he said he would.

“Please what, hm? Please—pant—what? Tell me what, tell me what you want.”

“Cum in me! I—I want—I wanna be full! I wanna be full of you…”

“You do, hm? You want me to—want me to fuck you full?”

“YES! Yes! Please!” That seemed like the best thing in the world right now.

“You better be certain than, cause once I start I—I won’t be able to pull out.” His grip on your hips tightened, and he could feel a knot begin to form at the base of his cock as his thrusts grew uneven.

“Yes, Eren—I need it, I need it!” You started to move your hips with his, helping him hit even harder than before.

“Alright baby, alright.” He groaned out the last word, feeling dangerously close to tipping over the edge. With your pussy clenching him so tightly, he wasn’t going to last long—but he wanted you to cum first. Wrapping his arm around you, he moved his hand down to your cunt, pressing two fingers to the bundle of nerves and moving them.

The slow circles on your clit combined with his hard, cervix-kissing thrusts were enough to begin your release, your pussy convulsing around him while you lost control of your sounds. Your entire body twitched and jolted as you came, an assortment of moans, cries, and pants spilling from your throat.

“You coming? You coming?”

You nodded.

“Yeah? Good. Good, good girl.” He slapped your ass, likely leaving a bruise before he leaned over you, holding himself up by his elbows and putting all of his energy into fucking you. You could see his arms on either side of your head, the muscles flexing as he moved quickly.

“I’m gonna cum—fuck, fuck, you better fucking take it all.” He pushed himself as deep into you as he could, getting in three more hard thrusts before he bottomed out for the final time, his knot getting stuck inside of you while he unraveled. Not being able to pull out this time, he continued to rut and grind his hips against yours to keep the stimulation going, milking as much of his seed out as he could while mumbling for you to take it all—which you did.

With his body leaned over you—almost laying on you—and his head next to yours, he buried his face into your neck, getting a big whiff of your scent before chomping down on your shoulder, right next to the mark he’d left before. It made you whimper, feeling his teeth dig into you just like they had before, but this time it was a nicer feeling of pain—one that was more soft and clouded by lust instead of pure discomfort.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest before he relaxed on top of you, sending both of you into the bed. His mumbles stopped soon, and his hips stilled against yours when he was finally done emptying into you. After a minute of relaxing in the sweaty, sticky pile containing you and Eren, you began to squirm, growing tired of being crushed by the heavy werewolf. With his knot still stuck inside of you, he chose to roll over instead, turning you to face him and leaving you on top of him—it was still a little uncomfortable, but at least you weren't as hot as you were with him on top of you.

As you sat on him, his length began to grow, the feeling of the tip pressing against your cervix becoming increasingly less pleasing and more and more painful.

“Eren? Are you—“ you paused, shifting around awkwardly while trying to pull him out of you, finding it nearly impossible with the way he was swollen inside of you, “Are you going to pull out?”

He moved his hands over your thighs, carefully brushing your bandaged wounds, “I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop, didn’t I?”

A nervous laugh was all he could muster, trying desperately to keep you from becoming uncomfortable now that your heat was beginning to wear off.

“Oh. So you meant—you were being serious when you said…” You trailed off, looking down to where your bodies met.

“Yea, I was. It should go away soon, though! Don’t worry—we can get some food after and rest a little before your heat starts up again.” His hands moved to your waist, tracing his hands up and down your hips.

Your brows furrowed together with confusion, “My—My what? Again?”

“Well… shit, it’s a little complicated, but—since I bit you, and since we’re…well, mated,” he stopped his awkward ramble for a second, trying to think up a good way to explain the mess that was a werewolf’s heat, “you’re going to start getting affected by more… werewolf things. You won’t look like one, obviously, but some of your hormones are going to be like ones.”

Cocking your head, you leaned your head forward slightly, trying to give him a cue to continue.

“My dad told me about it when I told him I had my heart set on you as my mate…” His cheeks burned red, and his eyes drifted off to the side, “My mom was a human. Is—she still is, I mean. That’s how I know so much about this.”

Sensing him beginning to drift into another topic, you asked again, “Eren, what was the thing about hormones and heat?”

“Right, right, sorry. Basically, werewolves go through heat cycles in the spring, and a bunch of things can trigger it. Usually, when it starts, it can be really hard to stop it. The only way you can is by mating—and even then, the relief is only temporary. The only way you can really stop it is—well…”

“Is what?”

“Getting pregnant, usually. Unless you want to wait for it to pass, which can be really painful, I've heard.”

This time, after his explanation, you stayed quiet, looking down at his chest and trying to process what you just learned. He had essentially given you two options: Get pregnant or wait for the agonizing cycle to complete.

Noticing your discomfort, Eren cupped your cheek and tilted your head up so that you would look at him, “My mom says that it got a lot better after she had me, though, so maybe it’ll be the same for you.”

His attempt to comfort you backfired, ending with tears on your end, crying about not wanting it, and him sitting up to hold you as you crumbled. By now, the swelling that had locked you together died down, allowing him to pull himself out of you. A slew of semen spilled out of you and onto his lap as you did, making you feel like a disgusting and sticky mess.

“Don’t cry, please… It’s going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. Please, please… No more tears.” He held your face, pushing his forehead against yours while he wiped your tears. “We can eat and then rest, right? We’ll rest as long as you need to.”

After pushing your head into his shoulder, he fell back on the bed, holding you close while he pet your back and head. You were quick to calm, his body wrapped around yours providing a sort of comfort that was still new to you—a feeling of peace and home. It was hard to cry with that warm feeling in your chest.

A few minutes of silence passed with Eren petting and holding you, allowing you enough time to relax so that you weren’t crying anymore, even when he got up to grab your clothes and a rag to clean you. When he returned to your side, he slipped his arm underneath your back to hold you up, handing you his shirt and telling you to put it on while he cleaned up the excess cum that covered your thighs. You did as told, changing into the clean shirt and watching him throw the rag into the heap of dirty clothes that he dropped on the floor earlier. As you stared at the pile, you realized that this would be your fourth time changing shirts today—and his third.

“You change clothes a lot, you know.” You commented, pointing to where all of his previously worn shirts lay.

Eren looked from the clothes to you, chuckling a little while he put on—what would hopefully be—his final change of clothes for the day, “Heh, only today. Normally I only change after bathing or if my shirt gets ripped, today was just special!”

Tilting your head to the side, you questioned him, “Special? How?”

“Because today’s my first day being with you since we were kids.” He responded with a small smile, sitting back on the bed and pulling you into his side. Your cheeks burned, and you pushed against him gently.

“Is it really that special?”

“Of course it is. I’ve missed you for years, why wouldn’t it be special? You're finally mine.”

Your face felt even hotter, but not like it did during your heat.

“Stop it, Eren… Just go make me food like you said you would. I’m getting hungry.” You pouted, crossing your arms and trying to hide your fluster.

“Aw, alright. Since you asked so nicely.” He got up, kissing your head and ruffling your hair before going to grab things out of the many jars and boxes he had, plating it all and heading for the door, “I’ll be outside by the fire pit; call if you need me.”

You nodded and watched him leave, barely even realizing that he was trusting you enough to be alone with the door unlocked. Escaping came as a secondary thought, and you didn’t bother to question it. You were too distracted by the comfort—the comfort of Eren, his presence, and his smell. It was overpowering any sort of negative feeling you had before.

With a sigh, you buried yourself into the blankets and sheets on the bed, relaxing into the softness of it. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay like this for a while, drowning in the solace that you had here. You could always escape later, so why not enjoy this feeling while you had it.

Just as you were about to shut your eyes and let yourself drift to sleep, a loud bark echoed from outside of the cabin. You sat up, listening for a moment to determine if the noise was a one-off occurrence or if something was happening outside. You heard the pitter-patter of a few raindrops hit the roof, but nothing else. After a minute passed with nothing else, you just assumed that maybe Eren had been startled, or maybe he got overly excited and barked at something—but all of those ideas went down the drain when you heard it again. This time, it was louder, and much more aggressive-sounding than before. And then, there was another bark—one from someone different.

Worried, you got up and hurried to the door, your thighs thankfully not aching as much as before—well, the injuries on the outsides of your thighs that is. You pushed against it in a rush, swinging it wide open to see what was going on and if Eren was in danger.

The already wet dirt was beginning to flood as the second rain of the day poured down, turning into mud that caked Eren and another werewolf as they wrestled and fought on the ground. The food that Eren had previously gathered for you was scattered across the dirt, some of it crushed underneath the two fighting werewolves.

Eren was covered in dirt and blood, both his own and his opponents. Gashes, scratches, and bite marks covered his body, telling you how viscous this fight was—for it to wound him so badly in just a few minutes.

You watched as they tackled each other, tearing at each other’s skin and gnawing at the other’s limbs. Although you wanted to scream, to run and throw yourself in between them to stop the fight, doing such a thing would only lead to your demise—so all you could do was watch as they mauled each other. Eventually, the stranger was pinned to the ground, being able to do nothing but kick and bark while Eren continued to attack him.

Unable to handle watching the battle anymore, you screamed for Eren, waiting for him to look at you before you went inside, slamming the door shut and leaning all of your weight against it. You began to cry, praying that Eren would be able to get away from whoever was out there fighting him. The numerous questions you had about why he was fighting could come later, right now you only wanted him to be safe.

Something rapped against the door, startling you away from it. You scurried back to the bed on all fours, hiding underneath the blankets while staring daggers at the door, hoping that the next person to come through it would be someone familiar to you. As it swung open, the wood bashed against the wall forcefully, making the house shake. You let out a cry, squeezing your eyes shut and praying that when you opened them, Eren would be the one there.

The door was shut, and you listened to the sound of footsteps approaching you carefully. A large hand was placed on your back, and before you could react with a scream or shout—he spoke.

“It’s ok. It’s me, bunny.”

Your eyes shot open, and you launched yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He flinched as your arms touched his wounds but still wrapped his arms around you, petting your head as you held onto him.

You pushed him away, eyes scanning over his body while you made note of every injury and bruise he had.

“You're bleeding, Eren…”

“I know, I know. Help me get bandaged up… please.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke to you, making his weakened state even more obvious. He pointed to a box that sat on a wooden shelf against the wall opposite to you, “They’re in there. Please get them for me.”

Nodding, you were quick to stand and rush to the shelf, opening the box and digging out a roll of bandages along with a few other first-aid supplies, such as a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a rag to clean him off. He sat on the bed, hunched over and panting while tugging off his ruined clothes and throwing them into the trash with everything else that had been tarnished that day.

“So much for that being my last change of clothes.” He joked, trying to lighten the heavy mood before he pointed to a large vase in the corner, “There’s some water in there. You can dip the rag in it to get it wet.”

You walked over to it, taking off the ceramic lid and placing it aside, dunking the cloth into the water inside of it. You rang it out after, flinging it over your shoulder and walking back to where Eren sat. He lifted his head, sitting up straight when you arrived at his side. When you began cleaning him, he couldn’t help the small sigh that left his mouth, the washcloth pressing against his skin and scrapping off the drying mud and blood was already making him feel better—especially because you were the one doing it.

“Thank you.” He brushed a hand over your cheek, catching your attention and stopping you from your task for a moment. His thumb grazed over the curve of your cheek while he admired you, a glimpse of relief and sadness in his eyes. You were more important to him than you would ever even begin to realize, and the fact that he could have been so close to losing you during that fight had cemented that fact—making him feel even more possessive over you than before, a strong desire to keep you safe with him overpowering any rational thought.

You nodded at him, continuing to clean his wounds with the wet rag. After you had wiped down as much as you could, you folded the rag in half and doused it in the rubbing alcohol, going over all of his wounds again to clean them. Eren clenched his jaw, hissing at the stinging feeling that followed.

Working quickly, you managed to finish in less than a minute, allowing you to move on to bandaging him. He lifted his arms, giving you room to wrap the bandage around and pull it tight against him.

This process took longer, wrapping each limb individually in a way that still allowed him to move was a lot more time-consuming than just running a soaked cloth over everything. You moved in front of him, continuing to cover his wounds while he watched you. It was almost eerie, having him watch your every move so carefully, not being able to tell what he was thinking.

As you finished wrapping the last of his injury, he moved one of his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, letting you finish tying off the bandage before he rested his head on your shoulder. You did the same, resting on his and snuggling into him. He smiled, holding you against him securely and relaxing with the comfort of you in his arms.

Moving a hand up to your open shoulder, he began to trace over the bite mark in the crook of your neck. He smiled to himself, the proof of you being his mate putting a warm feeling in his chest. His mark had worked to bind the two of you, but whether you had figured that out yet or not, he didn’t know. He wanted to tell you.

“You know, you seem a lot calmer with me than you did before.” He began, deciding that the best way to bring it up was subtly so that you wouldn’t freak out.

“I guess I have.” You replied, tracing your finger over his shoulder blade, “Haven’t really thought about it that much.”

“Ah, I see.” There was a pause while he thought, deciding what he should say next, “Do you remember earlier—when I was talking about how your hormones are going to change and stuff?”

“Yea, I remember.”

“Well, it affects more than just your sex hormones, you know.” As he finished speaking, he braced himself for your response.

“Oh. I guess that makes sense.” You shrugged it off, trying to ignore the fact that he now had a large influence over your emotions, whether you wanted him to or not. You could come to terms with it later, but for now, it was easier to just ignore.

Your answer was unexpected to Eren, but he didn’t want to push it any further, deciding to just leave it be for your sake. After that, he allowed you to steer where the conversation went, and if it continued at all.

“Does the fight you got into have anything to do with hormones, Eren?” You asked him, trying to get back onto the topic of the fight so you could figure out what caused it. When he let out a sigh in response, you began to regret asking—thinking you’d upset him. Feeling you tense up in his lap, he placed his hand on your back and massaged up and down your spine, reassuring you that things were ok.

“I guess that’s part of it,” He began, wrapping his arms around you again and holding you even tighter than before, “That other guy… He’s always been really pissy over other people having mates because he could never get one. He’s always starting fights over it, trying to ‘win’ the other person’s mate so that he could have one too. I didn’t expect him to be out there, and I thought I would be able to ignore him, but… he could smell your heat on me and it made him really aggravated. He kept saying these… disgusting things about you, and joking about how he’d take you from me when I wasn’t looking so I just—I snapped.”

With his face shoved into your neck, you could feel his tears soaking into your skin. You moved your hand to his head, digging your fingers into his scalp and massaging gently, trying to comfort him. You heard a whimper from him, followed by a few hiccups as he started to cry.

“I’ve waited so long to have you. I can’t handle the thought of losing you—I just—I just got you. You’re mine. You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else to have you.” He nuzzled into you more, trying to force himself as close to you as he could get, “You’re mine. Mine.”

His hands pressed against your back, nails beginning to dig into you while he mumbled possessive things. You began to squirm, growing uneasy with how close he was to making you bleed again—but he stopped, pulling his head away from your throat and sliding his hands from your back to your front, moving them up to cup your face.

With all of your attention on him, making sure to use the softest voice he could muster while tears flooded his eyes—he asked you, “Promise me that you’ll never leave me. Promise you’ll always be mine.”

He looked desperate for a response, but reluctant to answer, you gawked at him. As the seconds passed, he grew more distressed with your hesitance, growing visibly more upset the longer your reply took. As much as you wanted to, his sad puppy-dog eyes and the fear for your safety made it difficult to deny him—so you didn’t. You gave in.

“I promise.”

Relief flooded his face when you said that, the tears finally leaving his eyes and a small smile coming to his lips. He pulled your face against his, pressing your lips together and kissing you with everything he had. You didn’t fight it, your hands previously in his hair falling to his shoulders. You relaxed into each other, both of you leaning into the kiss. Eren ran his hands back to your shoulders, down to your arms, and up to your wrists, grabbing them and moving them to his face.

When you caught on and held his face, he let go of you and moved his hands down to your thighs, rubbing them gently before sliding them to your back again. With one arm holding you against him, he rolled over and pressed his body against yours, continuing to kiss you while you were pinned underneath him.

He caressed your face, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss further and get an angle that allowed him to get even closer. His thumb rubbed against the curve of your cheek, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside; you were so comfortable in his arms.

When he pulled away, it was only for a second to breathe, and then his mouth was back on yours, holding you there for as long as he could. A few more minutes of him repeating the process, and you began to feel him becoming wound up. The more he kissed you, the more he pushed against you—and the more he pushed against you, the more desperately he seemed to cling to you.

The kisses began to grow shorter, but so did the pauses between them, allowing him to kiss you over and over as his body pressed against yours. His tail was wagging back and forth, increasing in speed the more he relaxed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your fingers into his hair again and scratching behind his furry ears. Feeling nothing but pure bliss, he let out a satisfied moan and practically melted on top of you, the burden of holding up his body weight falling to you.

His mouth continued to press kisses on your cheek, trailing slowly to your jaw. Your body tensed as he kissed down even further, reaching your neck and pausing his journey to give some more attention to it. He laid a few pecks here and there, scattering light kisses across your throat before finally deciding on a spot to ravage. First, his sharp teeth grazed over the spot, tickling your skin and giving you goosebumps all over. With his lips puckered, he latched onto you, harshly sucking at your skin and leaving a deep bruise. When he was satisfied with what he’d left, he abandoned it to join the rest of the marks on your neck, moving on to kiss your collarbone.

He moved off of you, maneuvering himself around until he managed to get into a position in between your legs. With his hands now free, he was quick to cup your face, giving you a peck on the lips before speaking, “Please—let me make you mine. More than you already are. Please, let me take all of you.”

His hands slid down your neck, moving to fondle your chest through your shirt, “I’ll let you have me too. I’ll let you have anything you want. Just—Please. It’s all I want. You’re all I want.”

You could feel your face heat up, tears welling up at the idea of what being his could mean. Every sensical thought you had was being pushed away, your instincts—poisoned by his bite and clouded by your returning heat—inclining you to give yourself to him. In any other situation, you would say no. In any other situation, you would have already escaped and run away, giving no second thought to the werewolf that kidnapped you. In any situation where he hadn’t already bitten you, you wouldn’t think twice about rejecting him—but that wasn’t this.

You only had one answer to give, lifting your hand up to his face and holding it delicately, “You can have me, Eren.”

With your consent given, he smiled and his tail began to smack against the bed over and over, showing how excited he was. A little rougher than before, he was already groping and squeezing your breasts, growing eager to take you again. His crotch was pressed against yours, allowing you to feel the way his length grew as he touched you, struggling to become fully erect in the tight confines of his underwear.

Your body already felt hot again, a feeling similar to what Eren called your “heat” before. It grew more intense with each second, every touch or grind against you sending a strong wave of euphoria through your body.

“I’ll take such good care of you, bunny.” He said, grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. He threw it to the side—planning to come back for it later when you were done—and grabbed onto your chest again, pawing at your tits and rolling his thumbs over your hardening nipples. He grew rougher, grinding his hips into yours and moving one hand away from your chest, allowing him access to kiss your now unoccupied boob.

Eagerly, he popped the nipple into his mouth and lapped at it with his tongue, moving it around and flicking it. Already sensitive enough to his advances, shivers went across your body, and you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, whimpering as the warmth began to pool in between your legs.

He sucked on it, gently pulling on and rubbing the other nipple with his fingers. You whined quietly, back arching so that your chest would push further into him, your brain so high on dopamine that all you could think about was the pleasure you were receiving. There was no way to take things slow when you were this excited.

“Eren—Eren, I want—want more.” You begged, your body starting to shake with need.

Eren pulled away from your nipple, but only for a second so that he could speak, “Now now, you have to be patient. I want to keep touching you. I said I want to take all of you, so I intend to touch all of you too.”

With a few more whimpers and squirms, you gave up on asking for more than suckling, because that was all he seemed to be focused on at the moment. He finally pulled back from your tit with a ‘pop’, eyeing the spit-covered and swollen nipple before beginning to kiss down your stomach, sliding both of his hands down to your thighs to spread them apart. The heat from your cunt could be felt on his chin as he reached your clit, his eyes never leaving yours as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it and reveling in the whines and cries that left your mouth. He held your waist, his arms underneath your legs and hands on the curve of your hips, slowly rubbing up and down and thumbs massaging them leisurely.

You could see his tail swaying, a clear sign that he was enjoying his time between your legs. A small giggle interrupted your whimpers while you moved your hand, threading your fingers through his hair and petting him. He raised an eyebrow at you, pulling his mouth away for a moment before switching to using his tongue, lapping and flicking the bud.

Your body jolted, the grip you had on his hair tightening, “Eren!”

He didn’t stop, the licks going from just on your clit to the entire slit; his tongue dragging up your cunt to taste how wet you were. It turned you into putty in his hands, and it took everything inside of you to not squeeze his head with your thighs and suffocate him with your pussy.

His grip on your waist grew, allowing him to pull you closer to his face and push his tongue into you. One of his hands moved to your groin, his thumb pushing against your clit and rubbing it up and down. The stimulation made you twice as sensitive, his tongue buried inside of you making you feel like you were drowning in bliss.

“It feels good, Eren. It feels so good.” You cried, grasping his head with both of your hands. He nodded, trying to rub his thumb even faster to milk more cute noises out of you. Your legs began to shake, your back arching as you absentmindedly ground your hips against him. You were getting close, you could feel it. The feeling pooling in your core was familiar—you were getting close.

“Eren—Eren, I’m going to—”

You couldn’t finish your sentence, being interrupted by Eren pulling away and sitting up, “No, you aren’t.”

Taking advantage of the temporary space between you, he ripped off his underwear and crawled back to you, situating himself in between your legs again with his cock sitting in between your thighs, “You’re not going to cum until I’m fucking you so deep that you can feel it in your stomach, got it?”

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from being denied your orgasm, but you tried to ignore it. The sooner you could get him inside of you the better, and if you started crying that would undoubtedly get in the way.

“Yes—yes, sir.” You nodded fiercely, wriggling your hips and trying to turn yourself over, just assuming that his preferred position was doggy style because that’s the position you were in before. To your surprise, he stopped you—a hand on your waist pushing you down so that you couldn’t move.

“Don’t move. I want to see your pretty face this time.”

Your face grew even hotter than it already was, feeling flustered at his compliment. When you nodded, he smiled at you, cupping your cheek again and leaning down to kiss you. He was trying so hard to be gentle, especially knowing that he struggled to be most of the time. You smiled back at him, putting your hand over his and lacing your fingers with his.

He kissed you again, again, and again, finally moving back and sitting up all the way, letting go of your hand. This time, he focused on getting inside of you, grabbing his length and moving it back to your pussy. It was a small struggle to get the tip lined up with your opening, but when he did, he pushed it in hastily. He ended up forcing more in than just the tip like he intended—another example of how rough he was without meaning to be—but you didn’t seem to mind, your head thrown back with your eyes squeezed shut, letting out an abundant amount of moans and whimpers into the palm of your hand.

You watched as he continued pushing into you, barely giving you any time to adjust. With how wet you were, it went in easily, allowing you to watch a bulge form in your lower stomach in real-time. For a moment, you thought you would pass out with him so deep inside of you, already so close to touching your cervix—but you managed to stay awake through heavy panting, allowing him to keep pushing deeper and deeper.

What really sent you over the edge, though, spiraling into a mess of high-pitched whimpers, was when he pressed his palm against the bulge, stroking your pelvis and groaning at the feeling of his cock so deep inside of you. You managed to wrap your legs around him, locking him in place and pushing him closer to you—eliciting a long, drawn-out moan while you squeezed him so tightly that he thought he was going to cum right then. He struggled to pull himself out, wanting to stay buried in your warm pussy—but if he didn’t, he might finish a lot sooner than he intended to. As he did, making sure he left only the head inside, you let out a loud whine, begging for him to put it back in.

With little warning, he thrust his hips into yours, pushing everything back inside of you swiftly. After that first thrust, he began to move more steadily, keeping his hand pressed to your lower abdomen to feel himself fucking into you. Your slew of moans every time he buried himself back to the hilt were like music to his ears, urging him to go faster—to fuck you until you were a crying, shaking mess, begging for him to pull out because you couldn’t take anymore.

“Feel good?” He asked.

Your response came out as a whine.

“Use your words, bunny.”

“Yes—Yes, feels so good Eren!” You gasped, feeling your entire body shake as his cock stretched you out over and over.

He moved his hands, grabbing your waist and lifting it up with little effort—allowing him to get even deeper with the new angle. You grabbed onto the blankets underneath you, crying out his name and trying to move your body in sync with his, making your tits bounce as he picked up the pace. He managed to hook his hand underneath you, allowing him to continue holding you up while he used his other hand to rub your clit, sending a wave crashing over you as he repeatedly hit your cervix. The pain felt good—so good that you felt like you were going to melt as an orgasm ripped through your body, making you cry out for Eren while your legs spasmed.

You weren’t given a chance to rest, Eren instead dropped you and leaned over your body, putting his face close to yours as he continued to pound into you. He licked the tears that fell from your eyes, grabbing one of your hands and pinning it next to your head with your fingers intertwined together.

“You’re so fucking pretty. So so pretty—and you’re all mine,” he leaned into you, groaning as he ignored how sore his legs felt in favor of fucking you faster, as fast as he could manage. You were forced to ride through your orgasm, being pushed to another one quickly with how tender you were now. You felt so full, like you were packed to the brim with his dick—everything felt so warm and satisfying.

When you finally managed to open your eyes, you were met with Eren’s half-lidded, piercing green ones. Both of you were panting, sweaty, and sticky messes, but that didn’t stop you. You wanted more—and you both got it. Eren’s face was red, and you could tell that he was getting close—his thrusts were growing sloppier, more uneven—and you felt a knot forming at the base of his cock, just like you had the first time. You begged him to put it in you, spreading your legs as wide as you could without feeling like your tendons would tear, making it easier for him to hit just hard enough that the bump could slip into you too.

With only a few more thrusts, his hips finally stuttered and snapped into yours one last time before his orgasm, his cock pulsating inside of you as he emptied his cum into you.

Before he could stop himself, he was already stuttering out, “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me who owns you. Who do you belong to,” his judgment clouded by his arousal.

“You, Eren! You, I belong to you!” You cried in response, your brain too filled with pleasure and longing to comprehend what you were actually saying.

He kept his hips grinding against yours, forcing himself to bear the overstimulation in favor of pushing you through the final release that you were begging for. Despite not being able to get any deeper than he was now, he continued to push, driving the head of his dick into your cervix again and again until your legs were shaking, wrapped tightly around his waist and holding him in place while you went through your climax.

After it was all over, he laid on you, head buried into your neck while you both panted and gasped, desperate for rest after expending so much energy. You used your free hand to lace your fingers in his hair, combing through it and comforting him after the taxing activity. His nose nuzzled against your neck, his breath tickling your throat and making you let out a small giggle—which made you smile.

As your heats faded, he was able to pull himself out but stayed on top of you, cuddling into you and holding you tight. You pet his head, shutting your eyes and relaxing under him, welcoming the comforting heat he emitted.

A couple of minutes passed, allowing both of you to catch your breath and unwind—and while doing so, the sticky mess in between your legs became more and more noticeable, but you were trying to ignore it in favor of staying cuddled up to him. Eren, however, had other plans; assuming that the abundance of cum spilled all over your thighs was uncomfortable for you, he got up to get something to clean you off with—much to your dismay.

You whined for him to come back, but he blew you off with a chuckle and continued to search for a rag. He moved quickly, not wanting to make you wait any longer than you had to—wetting the rag, ringing it out, and returning to you in seconds. After wiping your legs down and chucking the cloth with all the other dirty clothes, he jumped back into bed and pulled you into him. You nestled against his chest, content with your position until you felt a hand on your stomach, stroking it up and down as gently as he could.

“Do you think it worked?” Eren asked, sliding his hand over your tummy in slow circles.

Biting your lip, you put your hand over his and responded with hesitance, “I forgot about that.”

You leaned into him more, shutting your eyes and letting a few tears slip down your cheeks. It was so easy to forget the reason you were here when you were intimate with him, and now it was biting you in the ass. There was very little chance that you would be able to make it out now, especially if you did end up pregnant. Even if you did, god knows what lengths he would go to to find you again. You were stuck.

Eren noticed your tears and immediately jumped into action, wrapping his arms around you and petting your head. He cooed sweet words and meaningless reassurances, managing to calm you with little effort.

You wanted to hate him. You really did—but physically, you just couldn’t. All because of a stupid bite mark. At least, that’s what he says is the cause.

It hurt. It truly hurt, but there was nothing you could do about it now. You were stuck; like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf—you were helpless. You would never see your family or friends again—at least not anytime soon. All you could do was learn to accept it, or at least pretend to.

So that's what you did, curling up into Eren and wrapping your arms around him as he covered you both with a blanket, squeezing your eyes shut while you tried to sleep. He held you there, relaxing with your presence.

“I love you, bunny.”

“I love you too, Eren.”

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Eren teaching his cute gf how to use his vape??? 👀👀

a/n: i don't vape so idk if this is accurate BUT i love this idea bc this is SO EREN!! thank you @littlemochabunni for the part where he switches flavors for her 💕 there was no smut initially but i wanted it to be longer so enjoy!!! MWUAH (psa: i do not condone nor suggest using nicotine i am just a girl)

cw: eren jaeger x fem!reader, pet names/light degradation (baby, pretty, pretty girl, my girl, pretty slut) nicotine usage, oral sex (m!receiving)

𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 ★ミ

"look baby, like this."

eren demonstrates by taking a hit followed by a few puffs of smoke rings. he brings it to your lips and watches them softly purse around it. "so fuckin' pretty. now, inhale." he instructs. you do exactly that as he presses the button. "deep breath, pretty girl. let it fill your lungs and exhale slowly."

a cloud of smoke escapes your lips quickly followed by a fit of coughs. "eren! that's disgusting! how do you smoke that?" he laughs and places a soft kiss on your head.

"poor baby. hang on. i've probably got some fruity shit for ya around here somewhere..." he mumbles as he digs through a drawer. "cotton candy sound better for my girl?" he asks with a smirk as he switches the flavors. he returns the pen to your lips.

you smile and nod while he instructs you one more time. "remember? inhale. let the smoke fill your lungs and exhale slowly. you're a smart girl... can't believe you're letting me do this to you." he shakes his head playfully. you repeat the actions and blow a cloud of smoke in his face.

"that's my girl." he grins. eren takes another hit of the vape then brings his lips to yours and kisses you, sharing the cotton candy smoke cloud with you. he licks his lips at the sight of the pen resting on your pout. he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. "i got something else i want you to blow." his jeans are tight and constricting. you notice him adjusting the bulge in his pants. "why're you hard?" you giggle.

"can't help it baby, your lips are so pretty. i want them around my cock." he replies, groaning as you eagerly free his cock and stroke it softly. you swirl your tongue around the tip before taking the rest of his length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. "ugh fuck—just like that baby..." he groans in ecstasy, placing his hand on your head to guide you further down his cock. "you suck my cock so good. my pretty girl's such a pretty slut, too." he hisses. you hum against him and look into his eyes. he looks back at you and groans as his cock twitches. "oh fuck i'm gonna cum— fuck! ahh–" he thrusts his hips as his cum spurts into your mouth and down your throat. you swallow and wipe the spit from your mouth. "so good." he praises before taking a final hit from the vape. he leans in and kisses you once more, sharing the sweet smoke with you.

dividers/banners by inklore

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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another musician eren drabble because I missed him :(

cw: breeding, pregnancy mention, subby eren

I just think musician!eren gets soooo needy and submissive when he’s coming back from tour or when (y/n) is coming home from a shoot or performance. Like when you’ve been apart for a while due to work and missing physical contact. Sure, you’ve had your fair share of fun. Messing with one another on FaceTime, sending risky texts and just engaging in all the flirtatious antics that came with being married. But none of it beats him touching down from his flight..eager and excited to see his baby. Especially when you were waiting on him in a cute little lace robe, stretched out across the bed…looking so sexy. “Princess..I’ve missed you.” That much apparent by the way he dives knee first into the mattress, wasting no time in coddling you within his grasp. Spreading your legs open, only to get in between your thighs and coil them around his waist. Kissing you slowly..savoring that sweet taste for all the nights he was away. Letting you peel away his jacket, shirt..raising it above his head as he kicks off his shoes. Allowing you to undress him until you both are pressed skin to skin. Feeling one another up. Tracing your fingertips along his flesh and feverishly roaming one another’s bodies until you joined as one. Which made you both release a loud gasp once he was inside of you. “Oh God..yes.” He hadn’t even come up for air, needing only to breathe you in right now. “Did you miss me?” Questioning while working his way deeper into your insides. “Yes..so much.” Making the sweetest love you probably had in a very long time. Taking his gentle strokes with his face smothered into the crook of your neck. Soft grunts leaving his lips every split second. “Y—you’re so tight, baby. ‘You always get like this, when I leave you..”

he knew that no matter how many times you played with yourself on camera for him; shoving those pretty fingers into your needy cunt or how many toys you attempted to impale yourself on in his absence..nothing could account for the real thing. So he’d go deeper…faster, fucking you until your nails were buried into his back. Screaming out his name and pleading for more. Eventually, he’d find himself making home inside of that core. “I’m so sorry..I’m sorry for being away, baby. I won’t do it again..” urging you to clamp down and squeeze, even at the risk of coming too prematurely. Your walls contracting around him with each thrust now; emitting faint splashes of your juices in the process. “ ‘Rennnn..I—please, ‘s too deep. I can feel it..” but that’s not stopping him. Especially when beads of sweat are trickling down his forehead, his long hair stuck to it and his chain is swinging against his chest. Arms wobbly from pinning your legs back because you’re too tired to keep them in place anymore. Panting and huffing, eyes in the back of your head. (Y/N) can feel just how close he is, and as amazing as it feels, you’re losing it. As is he! “Can I come in this pussy? Please, can I come in this pussy?! I’ve been so good..didn’t nut once..I was saving it all f’r you..” so proud in his resolve..whimpering in a very audible gasp as he doubled down. Your fingers were intertwined and clasped together when his pace became sporadic. Unable to keep his hips in a steady rhythm. Thrashing you around until he could no longer hold out and..

“Fuuuck..! I can’t hold it..”

releasing weeks worth of tension and arousal, all into your womb. Not stopping until another drop couldn’t be spilled and that load leaked from your entrance. He had always talked about you having his child and he very well may have did it. But as you lie there, captured in afterglow, the two of you lovingly glared into the other’s eyes. Exchanging sweet nothings and enjoying your time together.

“Sorry..I just can’t help myself when I’m away from you. It feels so good to be home..”

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chatterbox-73 · 7 months

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.Sugar Daddy Mummy.

Baby boy.

Eren Yaeger x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary/inspiration/prompt: your a woman with too much money and a tendency to spend nights with handsome young men, hoping from one to another never being with the same guy twice, however one young man might just change that.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, mummy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving) cream pie, drinking alcohol, modern au, swearing.

You sat across from the young man on the other side of the glass table, he looked confident and relaxed but you could also see his leg nervously bouncing under the transparent table, “so what experience do you have with sex?” You asked taking a sip of your wine, the young man grabbed his beer and took a long gulp of the amber liquid, something he had made a habit of with every sip you took of your drink he’d mimic the action, “I’ve had some partners and a few one night hookups” he spoke unsure and you nodded, “very well and what was your age again?” You asked “22 ma’am” the man said and you nodded.

Normally you’d go for someone about ten years younger then you, so it was surprising that despite this guy being fifteen years younger then you, you were still willing to take him to bed, in all honesty it kind of made you feel like a pervert, but this guy was willing and it’d only be a one time thing. Taking a deep breath you stood and looked down at him, “let’s get started” you spoke as you grabbed your wine glass and bottle before leaving to the bedroom.

You sat in a large chair one leg draped over the arm on the chair while the other hung over Eren’s shoulder, his face buried into your cunt, you moaned and brushed your fingers through his long hair, “kiss it a little harder” you whined and felt his lips kiss roughly over your entry before his tongue invaded that space, “such a good boy” you moaned before bringing your wine glass to your lips taking a sip, you held the wine in your mouth before pulling Eren away from your cunt and looking down at him, you then opened his mouth and spat the alcohol into his mouth, the young brunette greedily swallowed the wine and hummed at its flavour, he then stood to his feet and spilled inside you, you whined at the feeling as he began grinding his hips into you, “good boy… you’re making me feel so good” you moaned and dropped your wine glass, Eren whined in response and pulled the leg you had over the arm of the chair onto his other shoulder, before he leant back and grabbed the wine bottle bringing it to his lips, the young man took a few large gulps before leaning down and spitting a mouthful of wine into mouth, wine slipped past your lips and ran down your neck and chest, you moaned at the taste.

You felt yourself falling into ecstasy as Eren began greedily lapping the wine off your chest, the young man whine as you squeeze him tightly, “I’m gonna cum” his voice cracked and your eyes fluttered shut, “don’t you dare… you’re not allowed to” you hummed out in shallow breaths, as your hands ran up into his long silky brown hair and pulling it, “ow… please… please let me cum” he whimpered in your ear, his thrusts becoming more forced and messy, “please… mummy I need it” he whined and his hands squeezed your thighs, his nails clawing at your soft skin. The feeling of the seat beneath you grow damp from the amount of mess you were making and the sound of wet skin clapping together made you begin to lose yourself again, you felt your legs tense and your cunt squeezing Eren so tight it forced his cock out of you, his cried out as he lost the warmth of your cunt, “mummy let me cum, I’m a good boy… let me cum in you… please” the man practically sobbed as he focused himself back in you, you bit your lip and shook your head ‘no’ and this caused the young man to go somewhat feral, his thrusts becoming hard and off rhythm, his hands moving down to your thighs so that his thumbs could hold your cunt open and not have the chance to force him out again.

“You’re not being fair… I’ve fucked you so good you’ve cum twice… please I need to fill you…” Eren yelled out his head resting on your shoulder, you took this opportunity to whisper into his ear, “you like my cunt that much, huh?… if you make a mess you’ll have to clean it” you stroked his hair and he whined, “I promise I’ll clean my mess… please… please mummy it hurts” he groaned and began pressing further into you, causing the chair to move and scrape against the floor, “god my cunt feels so good… I don’t think I want this to end” you chuckled through a moan “you know you’re being real selfish baby boy” you hummed and yanked at his hair, Eren moaned and dug his nails further into your skin, “if I don’t…” he heaved in a deep breath and lifted his head to look you dead in the eye, “fucking cum now, I’ll make you regret it…” he growled.

The young man looked animalistic, like a wolf about ready to rip its prey’s throat out, that feeling of ecstasy washed over you yet again and you pressed a rough kiss to his lips, “selfish bitch…” he hissed and you felt wetness seep out of you and onto the chair. “Is that anyway to speak to mummy?” You chuckled and Eren pressed his forehead against yours, “you’re being so mean… I’m desperate… your cunt is so wet and inviting, it’s begging for my cum” he groaned as his member began to twitch, you knew you could probably get him to hold on for a little longer but the way he whimpered and whined made him seem so pathetic, really it was quite the turn on and now you needed to see his face expressions and hear his sounds when he finishes, you grabbed the back of his neck and leaned next to his ear, “if you’re so desperate, then do it… cum baby” you whispered and suddenly Eren shuddered, his shoulders tenses and knees wobbled, as his hands squeezed and pinched your skin, you could feel his cock throb and pulse with each spurt of hot cum he ejaculated into you.

Eren pulled out and watched your hole as his cum began to leak out, it was hot and there was a lot, “you just gonna stand there, or you gonna take care of it?” You questioned with a smirk and the young man nodded and quickly walked off to the bathroom, before returning with a face towel, Eren got on his knees in front of you and began wiping you clean. “Should I run you a bath?” Eren asked as he looked around the room, you stood on shaky legs and placed a hand on his shoulder, “I can manage, you should go home… the money will be in your account tomorrow morning” you smiled and walked off to the bathroom, “we should do this again some time” Eren spoke just before you shut the bathroom door, “oh yeah” you teased and he swallowed, “no payment necessary, it felt good… to fuck you… too good…” he looked down at the ground and you watched his cock twitch, “come on baby… come help me clean up or make a bigger mess with me” you smiled and Eren quickly walked into the bathroom. It was a long night and when it was finally over you were almost sad to see Eren leave, but despite his wish of not wanting to be payed you felt it’d be a disservice to him if you didn’t, you transferred him an amount much larger then agreed upon before you began, and even decided to send him a bottle of the wine he was enjoying with you. Despite telling yourself you wouldn’t see him again, you might just have to break that rule.

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sintiva · 10 months

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cw: eren has bad anxiety and anger issues, a little angst, penetrative sex, nipple play, grinding, cowgirl, lmk if i missed anything !

notes: the first request i’ve done in ages, i hope it’s not too long (it is), and it’s definitely written differently compared to other things, but do enjoy, (the ending was rushed shoot me )🫰🏽 feedback appreciated!

connie threw thee biggest and best parties known to man. they were always a vibe, and if you weren’t in attendance, you were missing everything that went on, on campus. hookups, new faces, more drama, and the best weed to float around campus. connie made sure everything was in order, and most important to him besides his friends, good drinks and pretty girls, was weed.

“yo, where’s eren at?” connie asked as he smoked on a roach. he was nearly out of weed, and his party had only just begun, and per usual eren was late as fuck. the roach burnt his fingers and lips, but he was desperate and he held on to what little he had left.

“probably out with some other bitch.” you snapped. connie chuckled and fixed his hand around your waist. you sat on his lap, and he fondled every inch of you. your thighs, your tits, your ass. he wouldn’t admit it, but connie springer, was fucking sprung when it came to you, and the one time you let him tap, he came… too quick.

his eyes were extremely low, he was faded, slowly treading the line of being cross faded, and you looked too damn good. “why’d you say it like that, ma?”

“hmmm, no reason. it’s just what i’m thinkin’, and we both know it’s the truth. that’s your friend ain’t it? ” you tick your tongue, and lower your gaze to the fiend who just won’t quit stroking your skin; hand skimming freely under your dress, fingers grazing so closely to your panties! down to your slit, thumb poking at it.

n-not out here.

he smirks and lowers the tempo; it was all just to make you squirm on his lap. he’s trying to hint at you — let you know that their is something lingering. your nips perk up and and like thin air, the topic of eren evaporated. just like that.

just that quickly, he was forgotten. so there you were in the back of this party, so close to being fingered on a couch as you straddled connie’s lap. so far in the back, so drunk. not even aware of how quickly you straddled connie’s thighs. how quicky he tossed the roach aside, focused on your dress, pulling the neck of it down, so he could sit up and suck on your tits in the back of the party.

“c-connie, someone — he might see us.”

connie heard he, and instantly didn’t give a fuck. he, was eren, who was somehow appearing as a fuzzy hue in the back of your mind.

“and? when’s that ever stopped us, mamas?” his lips found purchase in your skin. the sweetness, the butteriness; his lips tracking your skin made his dick leak ad throb in his sweats, and you practically straddled the tip of it anyway.

what started as innocent playing and kisses turned into you full on grinding on him in the back — his hands were cupping your ass, and he was carrying you back and fourth on his dick; through the cloth it was more than enough. you both knew were things were going, but neither of you wanted to stop, nor had the intentions to.

until… connie felt you levitate off the couch, his lap still cold, and loud arguing, waking him up from whatever delusions were running through his head. he blinked a couple of times, smacked his cheeks, shook his head to clear any and all thoughts that he just had of you. the weed and drinks have long settled in his system. he was totally unaware of the mini altercation that was occurring between you and…

“eren, what the fuck.”

“what the fuck my ass, you don’t see how he’s staring at you right now? he’s practically eye fucking you and you like that stupid shit?”

“first off, i don’t know who you’re yelling at like you’re someone’s father. second of all, you be out all day and when i text you, you don’t respond to nothing and now you pop up like a fucking lunatic. i don’t owe you anything eren.”

“you’re joking right?” you scoff, completely baffled.

“i will tell you time and time again, i don’t care how big you think you are, you will calm the fuck down when it comes to me.”

and there he goes. blunt in between his fingers, faded, eyes red and low. all black fit, hair down those silver rings <3. “i leave you alone for one da—“

“and that’s the problem, we had plans today and you forget about them.”

“y/n, i texted you three hours ago telling you that something popped up and we’d have to push it to tonight or tomorrow evening.”

“when?”

“at around 4 o’clock.”

your nails tapped at your phone screen, and the moment your palms tightened around your sage green bubble case, you were met with the same text you were sure you sent three hours earlier with nothing after. no confirmations or anything.

“not a single text, reaction, or call, and to make it worse, it was for our anniversary.”

it was eren who looked dumb now, coming to the party causing a scene, forcing yet another stupid, pointless fight. another headache, another upset you and you walked away before he could get a word in, but your got yours in.

“you want me to be your partner, i do everything to make sure we’re good — always — but you can never be a decent human.”

wait y/n… baby—“ he throws his arm out to reach you.

i don’t care anymore. do what you want that’s what you always do anyways.

“it was an honest mistake.”

fuck!

you fixed your dress and simply walked away. with a couple twitches you were gone as quickly as he pulled you in. time and time again, he proves to fuck everything up.

it would seem as though he had countless things on his mind, but you were always at the back of it. and when i say always, you were always the one putting in more effort it seemed.

he flicked his blunt out his fingers and stepped on it. the flame died under the tip of his shoe, and beneath it a black circle of ash. “my floor??” connie’s mouth stretched; his arms flew up in the air, “i don’t give a fuck, stay away from y/n and we won’t have an issue.”

“like i’m the problem? when you figure your shit out you’ll realize i’m not the problem.” connie stood up rolled his eyes and held his hand out. “you’re not getting shit from me.”

the thing eren hated the most was a lecture; how big or small didn’t matter. getting told about himself was a total bust, and fucking things up with you was a consequence he’d always have to face.

the next few weeks were dreadful. eren felt like and looked like shit, but businesses was business. he had customers, deliveries and a shit ton of other things that filled his schedule. internally, he was collapsing, it was all too much. he couldn’t think clearly and he was just working and smoking himself to exhaustion.

but his delivery after the party, after watching you disappear in the crowd, fell through the floor.

nothing could stop him, not armin, not looking at pictures of you. standing outside of your door hoping you’d come downstairs to hop into his car to accompany him for his deliveries. eren’s anger was bubbling over, and the prime suspect was nobody but himself.

he had planned to deliver to connie the day after his party, because you wrote it into his calendar. you had his entire day written out in the calendar, to pick you up, go find somewhere to eat so y’all could have brunch, then you’d take your rightful position as his passenger princess; he’d drive a little ways out the city to go and deliver to connie.

for starters he was late, he didn’t have the usual brunch and he was strongly irritable. he didn’t get to sleep with you, or wake up to you, and all that anger was being channeled towards the wrong person.

305-245-6755

come outside to get your shit.

another thing that eren didn’t do was communicate with his clients, because he knew he’d lose his cool with them. for some reason they would all hit on you in awkward ways, so eren just lets you text them on his behalf. you would always draft a mass message to send out, it’d be all cute, typed with courtesy and delivered like a real business. today there was none of that.

eren sat in his car, wasteland on repeat, arm flung over his eyes to curb his headache. then came tapping against his window, courtesy of connie.

“about fucking time.”

eren rolled his window down and flung a plastic baggy filled with a scarce looking zip being the contents.

“what is this?”

“what you asked for?” eren shrugged his shoulders, and put his seatbelt on. “don’t play eren, this looks like a half at most.”

“i’m surprised you know that much.” eren reached for a blunt out of his pocket and lit it. he blew the smoke right in connie’s face. “since you know so much, use that brain of yours to not piss me off right now.”

there relationship has always been rocky. eren still hasn’t gotten over the fact that you two were once a thing, and whenever he sees y’all together it irks his nerves real bad. even after you tell him time and time again, your feelings for connie are long gone, but his still linger and tug at his heart.

“if this is about y/n, you can grow up. whatever shit y’all got going on, ain’t got nothing to do with me.”

“i know you still like them, and it’s not up for debate. you can either stay away from ‘em or find out.”

even put out his blunt because for some reason it wasn’t working to calm his nerves. it was getting him hotter than when he arrived the longer the conversation persisted.

the more connie countered, it triggered fight instead of resisting. he reached for his door handle, seething and as soon as be was about to pull it open connie’s friend came outside to see what all the commotion was.

“what’s going on?”

nothing eren snapped, vexed that he was really letting connie of all people get up under him like that. of course, it pleased him knowing that he got under eren’s skin, but that was all he had on him.

he rarely spoke to you anymore, and when you too would interact; the exchange’s would be short, inauthentic, almost scripted like you were never really interested.

“i’m out. don’t ask me for shit else.”

connie turned to his friend and shook that baggie in his face, “he’s delusional.”

eren sped home, tapping his fingers against the wheel, biting his lip, things were dreadful without you like experiencing a tropical storm with no shelter. he was thinking of stopping by your place, just to see it, just to make sure your car was there, and maybe your blinds would he open and he’d see you laid up in bed. so he swung by, but only for a short while, and it’s like he expected. peace.

he finally drove back to his place, car boxed, and his head banging. just a nagging feeling of ‘i fucked up and i need to talk to somebody’. the person he resorted to was none other than his best friend, armin. he gave him the whole run down, he told him everything from what happened last night at the party to what happened today. eren articulate ld his feelings perfectly, and at the end of it all armin gave him a simple answer, “you two just need space, it could be for a day, five, two weeks, a month.”

“if the love is there things will fix itself, if trust is reciprocated you both will come back to the other. y’all are both just hard headed and constantly clash.”

that’s all he could say and it seemed like it helped. there was a hint of worry. considering the fact that you two may give the other space, waiting for the moment the other would reach out first made him anxious. he didn’t like to wait, he was impatient.

which lead to him cracking first. he showed up to your door, severely high, psyched out and sweaty. it was afternoon time and you had just woken up. it’d been two weeks and the reality was you missed your boyfriend so much so that you just slept your days away to ease the thoughts, until he started visiting you in your dreams.

the next day was awkward for eren. he thought about what armin told him and figured it was time to visit you. when he pulled up to your place it still carried that same aura.

to say the least. you woke up with tissues around your bed, 16 text, 20 missed calls and the faint sound of someone calling your name and knocking on your door.

just like how it was a couple weeks ago. you saw eren in your notifications, in your dreams and on your ring doorbell app. ‘go away’ you mumble into your phones microphone.

his face lights up and he walks up straight into the camera’s frame, “don’t be like that, baby.” it were his first words he’s heard from you in weeks— he needed i. that evil man can pout once and place those pretty eyes right into the camera and it feels like you were ovulating.

i know you miss me, cause i’ve missed you.

and he wants you to know that, so he sings it like a sweet ballad, when you decide to let him in, like always. a sweet hug, wet kisses on your cheeks two big bouquets of your favorite flowers (apology notes written within each, your favorite m&ms, and some sweet talking secured himself into your place.

‘you know i wouldn’t do anything intentional to you. it was an honest mistake, trust me… let me make it up to you.”

“i planned a trip… just for the both of us — we can go anywhere you want.”

he holds your face in his hands, and gives you the softest look he could muster. he brings your face closer, tilts his head to the side and just licks your your lips with the tip of his tongue till you open up.

“let me kiss you, princess, pleaseeee.” he whines.

you kiss him back gently as if he did no wrong. hands thrown over his shoulders, fingers running through his air. through the kiss you could feel the smirk teasing at his lips, cause the both of you knew arguments fail each time. they never hold weight, and eren was already paying back his debt.

he pulled away nearly out of breath and lips glossed from saliva. “i sent you money already did you get it? for some clothes to get your hair done, nails and a little extra for whatever you need to get.”

“i didn’t see it — cause i blocked you and i know you had armin call my phone on your behalf.”

while you spoke he held onto you so tight. his lips were soft and smooth from the chapstick that transferred from his lips to yours.

“i know,” he chuckled and settled his hands behind your back. “you’ve always been like that.”

“ i have, but you can send me a little more to get unblocked though, and for almost fighting connie; min told me.”

his cheeks grew red out of sheer embarrassment, he knew armin would talk, but he didn’t think it’d be to that extent.

“of course he did. he can never keep his mouth shut.”

“it’s your fault, you can’t blame anybody else and you know better.”

he sighed and took out his phone, went to your name in his messages (the first and only pinned :)) , clicked the apple pay button and sent you an extra 900 on top of the 1,500 he sent you.

he showed you, his phone screen illuminated against your face and you immediately brightened up some more, that smile, those lips, everything he loved to see.

“see — happy now?”

“yes, but you seem happier than me.” he is, his stomach is bubbling with anticipation. he’s been a nervous wreck for the past two weeks.

you feel him straining against your thigh, “and you smoked before you came here, you don’t do that a lot, were you nervous to see me?” he squeezes tighter.

“i-it calmed me down.” he cleared his throat and squished your thighs. it would have to work since he didn’t have anything else to squeeze.

you switch your seating, over to his left thigh, you stroke his head, his pants. familiarizing yourself with his outline, applying enough pressure to his tip to make his thigh jump. “why are you so nervous ‘ren?”

“cause you’ve been the only thing on my mind for the past two weeks, and now my body just feels like super stimulated or whatever shit it is that you talk about…” an innocent blush creeps up his cheeks.

“i’ve been seeing you in my dreams and shit, i thought i would die if didn’t see you sooner.”

it would take you forever to admit that he too was in your dreams, cause they weren’t the most innocent one’s.

“you can be a real sweetheart when you let things out, you know, and when you’re being honest.”

he rolled his eyes, and fondled your skin. “it’s only cause of you, i don’t want to lose someone that makes me so happy.”

here he was making it up to you, with gifts and pleasure: a cocktail that never failed.

his words only made him dreamier, “you’re forgiven, just don’t leave me wondering again.” you place a soft peck on his forehead and flash a smile.

those dreams and longing lights guided your lips together again. they made you strip down to to nothing. he needed to see every inch of you cause two weeks was torture. he craved to feel how warm you got when you were on top. the two of you were so pent up, all that bundled up energy was spewing everywhere.

leading to his fingers circling your clit. slow circles that made you grind against them for more. your legs were spread over his thighs. he looked in your eyes to let you know he meant every word that he breathed, and he meant every action acted upon.

the longer you two twiddled your thumbs, the more he teased, the harder it got to resist. “i know you want to.” he whispered.

you did. you really did. this whole time you could feel him poking at your ass. and you just needed to. you raised up off his lap and he made everything easier. you could feel all the stress leaving his body once you sunk down on him. every single inch throbbing the deeper he got.

“you want all of it?” he grabs your hips and gives you all of it. he bites his lip and winces.

“yesss,” you whisper in defeat, his plan worked he has you nipping at his lips. fingers stretching along your ass to get a nice, full grab, to hold onto you, to spread your cheeks so he can help you take every inch. “wait wait, let me do it.” you sigh into his mouth, twitching from feeling him in your guts. “too much?” he smiles and takes a nice hand-full of your ass and jiggles it.

“it’s enough for me.”

“cause you’re greedy.” you suck your teeth and giggle, “can you blame me?” he tilts his head; eyes roaming your face and body.

but he adjust his hands and lets you take control. your arms feel light around his neck, you take charge with slow bounces; it’s more of a grinding motion cause you just wanna cum, and feeling his hands roam all over your body encourages you on.

“ ‘rennn.” he’s infatuated. hands gliding all over you. playing with your tits, rolling your nipples in between his fingertips the hastier your pace becomes. “make yourself feel good.” he groans over and over then wraps his lips around your nipples and sucks. with every slurp around your chest he groans and tightens his grips on your hips. everything melts onto his tongue, your taste forever lasting. “oooh, erennn, ‘m gonna cum.” his head falls back as you squeeze him tight; your nipples and clit thumping from stimulation. the stimulation you get from your clit grazing against his stomach makes you desperately chase after your orgasm.

“me too.” he strains, his thighs dance around; head bobbing from side to side. being so pent up and high depleted his stamina.

you feel him throbbing harder in you as your grinding becomes more desperate and sloppy. he thrusts his hips up, your eyebrows knit and thighs tremble as you cum over and over on his dick, bringing him to his own, “good fucking pussy, baby.”

the steady rhythm of your ass clapping against his thighs felt like heaven. the constant squeezes to your ass boost your ego. his fingers sink into your ass cheeks to gain leverage to pound his self into you as your legs tremble from cumming.

after sex you two showered together, which led to more sex, and decided to watch a movie and order takeout. eren ended up falling asleep, so you decided to do his makeup and post it on twitter for your followers to see. the caption being, “ p***** his ass to sleep, now he calling my nyquil”, corny but it got the job done. that was a whole nother story when he woke up, but you decided you two were even, and the glam made him look even prettier.

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Tainted: Delirium

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Secret Agents/Assassins AU, Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU, Smut, Romance, Strangers-to-Lovers-to-Enemies

Summary: You have been married to your husband for six years where you both kept secrets from each other. Little did you know that your husband was an undercover agent just like you, ordered to take your life within two days.

Warnings: unprotected sex, bondage, choking, biting, daddy kink, blow job, cunnilingus, spanking, swearing, slight exhibitionism

Word Count: 12k

Sequel to Tainted: Euphoria but can be read separately since this is pretty much just sex

Poster art by @/kisstilludrop on Twitter

You woke up the next morning on an empty bed, your bedsheet all crumpled and stained by the shade of your lipstick and the alluring woody scent of Eren’s perfume. The bitter taste of the alcohol you’d consumed still lingered thickly on your tongue, your lips bruised by his kisses, your skin marked possessively by his teeth. You were lying on your stomach, your arm stretched out to notice that there was not a trace of his warmth remaining on the other half of your bed.

What did you expect, exactly? Did you wish for him to stay? Did you want him to wake you up with a kiss on your shoulder as a lover would do? You almost laughed. How naive of you to even think that way. This was how one night stands were supposed to work. A handsome stranger like him wouldn’t care enough to stay for another hour after he got what he wanted. It was mortifying how you felt a pang of disappointment rising in your chest, how your lips still yearned for another taste of his. One night should be enough, shouldn’t it?

You sat up on the bed, holding the fabric of your quilt against the front of your bare chest.

“This is stupid.”

“What is?”

A voice–his voice–suddenly rang through your hearing. Elevating your face, your gaze drifted instantly toward the source, catching the sight of him walking through the door frame. “I hope you weren’t talking about me.” He closed the door behind him with the back of his foot, his hand holding up a food tray. His voice was light and airy, oozing with charm and coated with a hint of mischief. It felt almost uncanny in your ears as you had grown more familiar with how deep and husky it was when he growled and panted your name with his teeth grinding against your neck last night.

You were stunned, your lips parted, words unspoken. You wanted him to stay but the second you saw him step closer, it felt surreal, almost like a dream. Unlike you who was still nude, Eren was dressed handsomely in a pair of black jeans and a light blue denim shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His top three buttons were unfastened, showcasing a glimpse of a sculpted chest, and if he had unbuttoned it a few inches lower, the love bites you’d left on his chest would’ve been put on display. His hair—the same long, dark locks that were tangled and twisted around your fingers the night before—was tied up in a bun. He was so effortlessly sexy. The kind of allure and beauty that even the deities would pause to marvel at. “Take a picture, Sweetheart, it’d last longer,” he smirked, shifting closer, the smell of aftershave and the same expensive perfume gyrated in the air.

Eren settled the tray on the bed, a whiff of freshly made pancakes tickled your nose. There were poached eggs lathered with hollandaise sauce on another plate, some sliced fruits, and toasts. A few frangipani flowers were placed on the sides of the tray, giving it a tropical touch. “I just thought that you…” you trailed off, watching him take one of the flowers from the container.

“That I left you?” Eren stroked your hair, pushing your strands behind your ear before he added the flower to enhance your beauty. His smile was lopsided, giving you a peek of perfect marbled teeth. “Well, usually, that’s what I would do, but…” He tarried, knowing that he had you dancing on the palm of his hand.

You were begging him with your eyes, urging him to finish his sentence. Once you realized that, you regained control of your face, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. If he wanted to see you beg for another touch of his hand, you could just torture him the same way.

You took a cherry off the plate, holding it between your pointer finger and thumb as you laid yourself down on the bed. “But what?” You asked him, the cherry resting between your front teeth, your mouth parted slightly in a tantalizing smile. You released your hold from the duvet, your legs sliding against the sheets. The fabric slipped down your porcelain skin. Your breasts were half-exposed, giving him just a peek of your hardened nipples.

Fuck, Eren thought, hungry eyes not so secretly examining every little inch of your body that you offered to his eyes. Now that the sun was out, your skin had an exotic glow to it. He could see the angry marks he left on your soft mounds and neck, but instead of giving him the sense of achievement he wanted, it only left him craving for more.

“Take a picture, Sweetheart, it’d last longer,” you threw his words back at him, morphing your pretty smile into an elfin grin.

Eren snorted. “How about I just take a video of you?”

“With your tongue inside me? Yes, please.” You rolled the cherry between your teeth, relishing the sweetness of it as the flavor exploded in your mouth. You seemed so obscene in his eyes. Even the slightest glimpse of your tongue made his thoughts wander. “What’s wrong, Stranger? You seem distracted.”

Eren returned his gaze to your face, his jaw clenched tight as he tried to fight back the temptation. You were playing his game, and you knew how to beat him at it. Normally, he would hate to lose; his ego wouldn’t let him. Answering your question would be the same as admitting his defeat but he didn’t care. He knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, but something told him that you could play this game all day long if you had to. And Eren didn’t have the patience to wait for even a second longer.

So he tossed the tray off the bed with one swipe of his hand, not giving a damn that he just broke all the plates when they crashed against the marbled floor. He pried the blanket off your body and pulled you down by the legs. You giggled, squealing when you felt his mouth on your neck, the rough fabric of his jeans grazing against your sensitive zone. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he murmured against your ear, the perilous hint in his voice returned. “Thought I’d taught you a lesson last night.” He had one hand gliding up your thigh, kneading on your ass cheek while his other one pinned your wrist against the sheets, right above your head.

It was thrilling to be handled roughly like this. Most men would be deceived by your delicate appearance, treating you like glass no matter how much you permitted them to push you to the limit. But not Eren. “If there’s anything I learned about you,” you paused to grind your knee against his crotch, feeling him hardening fast even with the slightest friction. “Is that you like it better when I put up a fight.”

“Is that so?” He slanted his lips over yours, a moment before his tongue slipped inside to explore the recesses of your mouth. You tasted like cherry, but in a few minutes, you would just taste like him. Eren would make sure of that. When he broke away, his free hand found your breast, thumb brushing against your sensitive bud. “What else have you learned about me?”

The touches he bestowed on your body were salacious enough for your heartbeat to quicken. But you kept your face unfazed, your titillating smile perched on your lips like usual. “That you think you’re always in control,” you said. “That you could command me as you please and I’d say yes to your wishes.”

“And am I wrong?” His devilish smirk resurfaced. “You seemed pretty docile to me last night when you had my dick in your mouth.”

“Only because I let you.” Your grin was just as wicked as it was sinful. “If you think having your fingers around my throat would send me into submission, you better think again, Daddy.”

Eren’s eyes glazed in a new light, the mockery at the end of your sentence riled him up exactly the way you wanted. You loved how cocky and confident he was, but just like him, you loved it even more when you managed to strip all of that away from him.

He scoffed, gazing down at you. “Let’s see if you can still run your mouth after this.”

He flipped you around, slamming your face down against the pillow while he forced you to stick your lower half in the air. You were on your knees, your body pinned down by the hand that he placed on the center of your shoulder blades. His mouth was hot and eager as he licked the length of you from behind, fingers spreading your folds and ass cheeks at the same time until he could see the way your holes were twitching. Last night, he was exploring, listening to the sounds you made, using those keys as a road map, and enjoying every step of the journey. He was patient, eager to please you. Right now, he was anything but.

Ah, fuck, he’s so good. A wanton moan nearly escaped you as he ate you out, brushing his tongue against your hot entrance before he fucked you with it. “I can’t believe you just threw our breakfast away,” you said, trying to sound collected even when you were gripping tightly against the sheets, your nails turning white. Eren’s tongue moved between your folds, lapping up from your clit to your end, rubbing the sensitive spot on your pussy wall in circles.

“I’m having my breakfast right here.” He took a long swipe, flattening his tongue against the swell of flesh, savoring your essence before he moved up to tease your rim.

“W-wait–” You clawed against the bed, feeling ashamed when you felt him switching from one hole to another. It had been a while since you had someone do this to you, let alone a stranger. “That’s–”

“Don’t move.” He sank his nails deep into your hips, spreading you open wider. “Not until I’m finished with you.” You could feel his growl on your skin, a nice vibration that sent tingles to every nerve. His tongue flicked across the tight ring of your ass before he shifted down and licked the juices that flowed from your arousal, drinking them all up and moaning at the taste. Hot spears of agonizing need tore at him, driving him to taste as much of your wet flesh as he could. Your breath sharpened, your lip bitten hard to contain your moan. Eren loved it. He loved the way he could reduce you to a whimpering mess just by fucking you with his tongue.

“Come on, baby,” he sneered as he stood on his knees, his palm smacking against your behind before he spat onto your hole and plunged two fingers deep inside your sopping cunt. “Talk back to me. I thought you wanted to put up a fight.”

You couldn’t even think let alone form a witty retort. You were biting on your pillow as his fingers fucked into you faster. He scissored them inside, crooked them in a way that made you feel like your body was being remolded. Your pleasure was building up fast and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a pathetic whine as you squirted all over his fingers.

“Ah, fuck, such a waste,” he chuckled, taking out his fingers as your body still convulsed from ecstasy. He stuffed his fingers inside his mouth, his tongue circling around his digits to taste your cum. “Would’ve loved to have you squirt on my face.”

You were breathing hard, your knees felt weak underneath you. “That can be arranged,” you sighed, utterly spent. “You still want your breakfast, Ren?” You rolled yourself onto your back, spreading your legs until every bit of you was exposed. “Or is that all you got?” You caught his attention, his gaze piercing as he stared at your movement. Your center was glistening with your juices and his saliva, smearing all the way down to your thighs. “I don’t know about you, but…” You slid your fingers down your body to your heat, driving two fingers inside you to scoop up your slick. You brought them into your mouth, tasting yourself and putting on a show just to tug on his patience. “I’m still starving.”

His cock was straining against his jeans, desperate to feel your walls clenching around him again. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get your breakfast in a minute.”

Your mouth twitched up in a condescending smirk. “You think you can finish this in a minute?”

“I can guarantee you will.”

You nibbled on your lower lip, a seductive minx to his eyes. “Come here then,” you told him, parting your pussy’s lips as wide as you could with your fingers, purposely clenching your hole around nothing to rile him up. “Remind me again just how good you fucked me last night.”

He wanted to act haughty about it, but he was just as desperate. You hooked your ankles around his hips as he settled in between, waiting for him to work on his belt. You continued playing with your clit as you toyed with your nipple at the same time, pinching and squeezing with your other hand. Eren took a sharp breath at the sight, his hands moving impatiently as he struggled with his zipper.

“Take your time, Stranger.” Your giggles were muffled harshly by his kiss but you could feel his lips smirking.

“Shut up,” he muttered in amusement, rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance. “I want to fuck you raw this time. Can I?”

“Mmm–no,” you moaned, arching your back to taste the friction of his member grazing against your sensitive bud. His condom was in his bag, three meters away from your bed, which meant he had to break away from you, jumped back to his feet and—

Oh, fuck it.

You spread your legs wider, guiding his tip to your entrance. When he hesitated, you raised your hips and he groaned. He stretched you out, painful and satisfying at the same time. “Thought you said I couldn’t,” he chuckled the second he was throbbing inside, his hips moving quickly to hit the deepest part inside you.

You tangled your heels around his lower back, your hands ripping the buttons off his shirt. “Now I’m saying you could fuck me as hard as you want.”

His shirt slid off his shoulders, pooling on his elbows. “Well,” the muscles on his back rippled as he pushed your thighs forward, bringing your legs over his shoulders and folding your body in half. He grabbed tightly onto your waist, his devilish smirk intact. “If my queen says so.”

You cried out his name, startled by his sudden thrust. Eren pulsed deep inside you, not stopping even when you writhed beneath him. His cock was deeply wedged in your tight depths, drawing his hips back and letting go with no mercy. “Oh my God.” You couldn’t help but let the words slip out your mouth.

“Feels good, Sweetheart?”

So fucking good, you wanted to scream out but he already sounded so cocky even before he heard your answer. As he pounded into you mercilessly, you tried to match his thrusts, raising your leg higher, and hooking your fingers around his silver necklace to yank him down for a kiss. “Ah, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped out against his mouth. “I want to–fuck, Eren, let me ride you–”

“Later.” He slapped a hand across your mouth, pushing you down until your skull was glued to your pillow. He robbed you of your options, not letting you take control and you could only scream against the lines of his palm, your muscles tightening at your impending release. “You wanna cum?” he panted, picking up his pace, going even rougher than before. “Come on, baby, cum on my fucking cock.”

Your blood pounded in your ears, his skin smacking hard against yours as he fucked the breath out of your lungs. Your nails scraped his chest, your back arching, signaling your release.

“Ah, shit, you’re cumming–” He moaned, throwing his head back in rapture. “Your pussy feels so good, baby, fuck.” He removed his hand from your face only to smash his mouth against yours, tongue mingling in a sloppy dance. As the roar of climax surfaced, gripping him, milking his cock, Eren tensed above you, sinking into your tight wetness one last time before he pulled out completely.

“Open up,” he commanded, pumping his dick fast with one hand as he moved up your body, trapping your chest between his thighs. You were just beginning to part your lips when he drove his cock inside, his fingers clutching against your strands to keep your head in place. “Gonna cum down your throat,” he warned, fucking your mouth a few times before he groaned, hot seeds spurting out of his tip and streaming down your throat.

Your eyes were misted by your tears, struggling to breathe as you willed yourself not to gag around him. He kept you close, the tip of your nose pressing against his pelvis as he grunted out your name. He was hot and heavy in your mouth, spasming with every bit of his release. “Mmm, baby, you’re so good,” he muttered deliriously, riding the wave of his orgasm by slowly rocking his hips against your mouth. He turned limp inside you, slipping away from your lips once his muscles started to unwind. “Let me see it,” he said and you opened your mouth. A thick layer of white semen still coated your tongue but the rest of it was swallowed. He smirked, stroking your cheek as a reward. His thumb was resting against the corner of your mouth when he asked, “How’s your breakfast, Sweetheart?”

Maintaining eye contact, you closed your lips around his tip, sucking every drop before you let your tongue move obscenely against his slit. You pulled away, your tongue tracing the shape of your lip before you mirrored the vanity of his smile.

“Delicious.”

***

“Spend the day with me.”

Your hands stopped mid-air, your strands still damp with hot water as you tried to dry them with a towel. You were standing in front of a tall mirror, dressed in nothing but your lace lingerie, its color complimenting your skin. From his reflection, you could see how Eren was perched on the edge of the bed with his elbows propped on his thighs, making a steeple of his fingers. After how vigorous and dominating he was with you an hour ago, the sight of him looking somewhat uncertain of his own words made you frown.

Because, truth was, Eren was also asking himself what the fuck am I doing? He had never done this—never asked a girl out on a date, never even thought about doing so, especially after he had sex with them. Twice. He'd never wanted to spend a second with them, but right now, as he watched you put your earrings back on, with the sunlight illuminating every curve, every mole, every beauty that blessed your body, he felt like he wanted to stay with you for eternity.

And the thought made him blush, made his stomach twist in discomfort, made his brain turn haywire. He felt repulsed by the thought but he couldn’t deny that it was real. He wanted you, more than what you already gave him. He wanted your attention, your company, wanted to see your other expressions, wanted to learn if there was a bashful side of you–or any side of you, really. He wanted to know the secrets behind your smile, the dreams you dreamt at night, the glimmer in your eyes—all of them.

“Let’s get some breakfast together or something,” he offered, keeping his face nonchalant.

You surveyed his reflection in the mirror with a coy smile. “I thought you’d had your breakfast.”

“Well, I’m still hungry.” But with the way his eyes ran down your body, lingering a little too long at the dip of your waist where he sank his nails deep just a few minutes ago, you knew he was craving something else. “Let me take you out on a date.”

“Oh?” You tossed your hair over your shoulder, bending down to collect your dress off the floor. “That’s a surprise.” You sent him a sly grin. “Do you do this with all your one night stands?”

He mimicked your expression. “Only with the pretty ones.”

“Hmm, smooth. Can’t, though. I’m supposed to fly back home tonight.”

“Change it. We can fly back together tomorrow.”

“I have work tomorrow.”

“Take a day off then.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Are you always this demanding?”

“Part of my charm.” He stood up from his seat, making his way to you and closing the little gap that separated you. Embracing you from behind, he snatched your dress away and threw it haphazardly to the floor.

“Stay,” he said, firm and gentle at the same time. It sounded less like a request and more of a command. Landing his chin on your shoulder, Eren wound his strong arms around you, just below your breasts. His eyes found yours in the mirror, almost glowing underneath the light. They were stunning, his eyes, deep as the bottomless sea, wild like a cornered wolf.

His mouth found a sweet spot at the juncture of your neck, hot tongue pressing against your pulsating vein. Smiling, you inclined your head to the side, letting him taste the scent of jasmine soap that veneered your skin. “And why should I?”

“Because I want you to.” He let out a little breathy moan as he took the shell of your ear between his lips.

“Hmm.” You leaned your entire weight against his chest, resting your hands above his. “Tempting, but not good enough.”

You were going to make him beg for it and he knew it. “Because you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered. You felt his fingers raking against your stomach all the way to the curve of your waist. “And I can make you feel even more beautiful if you stay.”

It wasn’t just the words he said. It was the way he said it that got to your heart, awakening the butterflies inside your stomach. “Like I said,” you wetted your lip, your head falling to his shoulder. “I’ve got a flight to catch.”

Through the mirror you could see the way he moved his right hand on your body, gliding against your bare skin like an artist painting colors on a canvas. He dragged it up from your stomach to the valley between your breasts, stopping right in front of your throat. He spread his palm, calloused fingertips dancing with the pulsating veins on the side of your neck.

“I’m a pretty determined man.” He kissed the skin below your ear, murmuring the words. His fingers closed around your throat, lightly at first, but once he noticed you were swallowing your breath, he couldn’t handle the temptation. “I have to get what I want.” He pressed harder, not enough to choke you, but enough to make your heart jolt at the contact. Eren locked your gaze with him in the mirror, lighting your body on fire with the intensity of it. You reacted instinctively, body arching for more. “I won’t back down until I have it.”

It wasn’t your first time having a hand wrapped around your throat, nor the second or the third, but anyone who did it would end up with a blade piercing through their neck, a moment before they laid lifelessly under your boot, eyes wide open. It was easy for you to break free from Eren’s grip, you were certain of it, but why would you? His touch made your blood boil. His touch was like methamphetamines flowing through your system. And it was arousing to see yourself looking so defenseless and frail in his arms, as if you were his slave, begging for his mercy.

Eren squeezed your breast with his other palm, causing you to moan. His lips were brushing against your ear again. “Sshhh.” He was watching you closely from the mirror, emerald eyes entranced by how sultry you looked. His hand was strong, large enough to hold the front of your throat, and grazed your lower lip with his thumb at the same time. He dragged it down, forcing you to part your lips with it. You obeyed, letting him rub the pad of his digit against your tongue before you closed your mouth prettily around it.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with,” he said, his eyes drooping at the sight of you treating his finger like how you treated his cock. Saliva pooled in your mouth, dribbling down your chin. “Having you for one night isn’t enough for me.”

He could crush your windpipe in a heartbeat if he wanted to. You were just another girl, another life he could take if he was ordered to do it. You were beautiful, so goddamn beautiful, but he knew there was something else that captivated him. But what is it, he wondered. Why do I find you so enticing?

His patience was growing thin. “Stay,” Eren ensnared you once again, making your skin crawl with excitement both from his words and the little growl that reverberated from the back of his throat. “Stay and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your life. I’ll fuck you backward, and forward—I’ll fuck you upside down if that’s what you want. I’ll fuck you long and hard, nice and slow. I want to make you cum so hard, you’ll scream my name in languages you didn’t know existed.”

I want to wreck you apart. I want to ruin your pretty face until you couldn’t live without me.

He was a devil, wasn’t he? A handsome incubus who lured you in with his charm. And you trusted him. If there was one thing he was good at, it was how he pleasured you in bed. It felt so right and so wrong to be in his arms like this. Eren was a passionate lover but his eyes didn’t speak the language of love, nor did his mouth. He praised you with filthy words, he stared at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. Was that the reason why you liked it? Because you knew this was just physical attraction and nothing more? That this was all just a game, and you could play as long as you wanted—as hard as you wanted—before you finally got bored and threw each other away? One thing you knew for sure right now was how exhilarating it was to be this wanted by someone as attractive as him. You didn’t want it to end. At least, not now.

Your hand moved to his wrist, holding him down before he added even more pressure and choked you further with his fingers. A strained whimper broke free from your lips and he released you from his grip, soothing the pain on your neck with tender kisses on your shoulder. He chuckled lightly to himself, watching your chest heave up and down as you returned the air to your lungs. He grabbed onto your hand, guided it to your chest, and pressed your palm against your heart. You could feel it racing, could hear the beat in your ears, loud and fast.

“Thrilling, isn’t it?” He cooed, grabbed your chin, and tilted your head, exposing more of your neck for his lips to ravish. He didn’t sink his teeth this time, only rewarding you with the lightest brush of his lips.

You swallowed, your fingers itching to soothe the aching on your throat. “What is?”

You could feel his sinful grin breaking on your skin. “Being with me.”

His confidence made him more alluring than anything else, but you were done playing games. “You think you have me under your spell?” You challenged him, surprising him with a smirk. You turned around, making him stiffen when you slid your hand under his shirt, nails scraping against his prominent v-lines. You weren’t being careful. You wanted him to find pleasure underneath the pain, just like he did to you. “You’re sure that it’s me who wants you,” your clouded gaze tantalized him, “And not the other way around?”

He tried to refrain himself from kissing you, wanting to see you become desperate for it, but he couldn’t, and you were right. It was the other way around. You had him in every way you wanted him. He grabbed the back of your head, bringing your face closer until his lips were smashed against yours. The way he moaned between kisses—as if your lips were the most wonderful thing he ever tasted—always left you a bit weak, stomach somersaulting in delight. “Why don’t we just agree,” he breathed out, bruising your lower lip with his teeth. “That we both want each other just as much?”

You stood on your tip-toes, leaning in for another kiss. He closed his eyes, lips parted and ready to take another taste of—

“Let’s go get breakfast,” you suddenly said, breaking the spell. You pressed two fingers against his lips, holding back your smirk when you saw him frown, startled and confused. “I’m going to go get dressed. Can you wait outside the room?”

He laughed once. “You’re not serious, are you?”

You smiled sweetly at him, taking his hand and leading him toward the door. Tapping his cheek, you said, “Be a good boy and wait for me.” You placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “I won’t be long.”

When you pushed him outside and closed the door behind you, Eren stood there on his feet, thinking, she’s fucking with my head.

And he liked it.

***

Eren didn’t believe in love. He believed in ecstasy, in lust, in the raw passion that ended after one or two rounds in bed. Being with you, even only for one night, was like a shot of adrenaline being pumped through his veins. You were addicting, and he was addicted to you. Like a man downing a bottle of gin after being sober for weeks, his craving for you was intense. No woman had ever satisfied him in the way that you did. He was fooling himself if he thought this was purely physical. Seeing you swallow his cum down your throat didn’t put an end to his curiosity. He wanted to do more, wanted to feel more—to sense something beyond skin meeting skin. Eren wanted something invisible, something stronger, like a red thread of fate that connected your fingers.

You were so goddamn alluring to him. It was the way you carried yourself, graceful in your steps, mischief in your eyes, kindness on your lips, and temptation on your tongue. You were everything at once, everything he could never have. You answered his curiosity with more secrets, his devilish smirk with seduction. Arrogant and proud, that was how you looked in his eyes whenever you caught him stealing glances at you. You didn’t chase after him; he had to chase after you. You challenged him in his own game, and you were winning.

Eren wanted to tame you as much as he wanted you to tame him. But the more time he spent with you, the more he realized that you were still a child at heart. The little pout you made when you lost an argument. The little giggles that escaped you when he joked around, even when you’d tried your best not to laugh. Slowly, he learned that you had many sides he didn’t know just yet. The stark contrast made him dizzy. To him, you were the biggest mystery and he was only eager to unravel every bit of you until you were left bare and open, unable to stand on your own feet without him. Until you were the one who begged him to stay. Yes, he would love that. His ego would love that.

Eren didn’t want to admit it, but he could feel himself letting go around you. For once, he could forget the things that happened in his past, the sins he committed, the souls he robbed with his hands. He never felt any remorse, true, but it didn’t mean he could pretend everything was normal either. But with you, for once, he could act like he was just a boy his age, sharing summer love and summer kisses with a girl who was the embodiment of the sun itself. He felt younger, lighter, innocent.

You’re a fucking idiot, that’s what you are, he chastised himself, watching the way you tucked your hair behind your ear as you scanned your eyes along the menu. He marveled at the way you smiled at the waiter, the way you blinked your beautiful eyes—

“Eren, would you like some cream for your coffee?”

God, he fucking loved the way you called his name too. “No, thanks.”

“That would be all, thank you,” you said to the waiter before you returned your attention to him. “Can’t stop looking at me, can you, Stranger?” You teased him with a naughty twinkle in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he admitted with a smirk. “Just trying to remember how pretty you looked when you were riding me last night. Do you always do that?”

“Do what? Taking control in bed?” You landed your chin on your palm, elbow resting against the table. “Only with the pretty ones.”

The two days you spent with him were magical, but all magical things must end at some point. It was already a miracle that you both came from the same country and lived in the same city, but it was just a summer fling, wasn’t it? There was no future in your relationship, no commitment and you both knew that.

And yet, when Eren was about to part ways with you at the airport, he realized how you had seized his heart and made it yours; how his body still longed for you, no matter how many times they had made contact during your two days together. So when you kissed his cheek, bid him goodbye, and pivoted on your heels, he circled his fingers around your wrist before you could take another step. You turned around, eyebrows raised as your heart rate escalated.

With a sheepish smile—a striking difference from how he usually lured you with his smirk—Eren suggested, “How about we get some coffee first before we head home?”

You smiled, a form of perfection to his eyes. “Sure.”

***

Weeks had passed, and neither of you ever talked about your relationship status. It wasn’t important, anyway. But what started as a strictly physical bond, became so much more the second you opened up about your childhood days followed by him disclosing his recurring dreams and nightmares. Personal things were shared, intimate memories were told and the wall that separated you from him began to crumble.

Despite how talkative he was, Eren could listen when you needed him to. He wouldn’t give you any advice because he knew you were capable of figuring everything out on your own, but he would embrace you tightly to his chest with his lips grazing against your fringe, his fingers playing with your strands. And if you wanted him to say something, he would pepper delicate kisses on your body with every praise he gave you, starting from your forehead, your cheek, your lips, and your jaw, whispering, “You’re the smartest, strongest, most resilient woman I know. You’ll get through this. But if you feel like you’re tired of their shits, give me a call. I’ll finish them for you.”

You laughed. You thought he was joking.

The hardest part of being an undercover assassin was you had to travel most of the time for your work. Your target could be walking in another city, living in a different country, or speaking a different language and you just couldn’t afford to be distracted. So whenever you got the chance to meet him, you’d try to satisfy your needs—mostly, physical—as best as you could. Lucky for you, he was only eager to comply.

Hovering above you, nude except for the silver necklace hanging around his neck and the jeans that were hanging low on his hips, Eren took a detailed look at your wrist. The lighting in your room wasn’t bright enough for him to examine the bruises blooming on your skin, but the way his eyes narrowed, accompanied by a frown, told you that he knew it wasn’t just a simple injury.

“Who did this to you?” His choice of words startled you. He didn’t ask what or how—he straightforwardly asked who, confident that it was done by someone and not merely a result of an accident. Shivers ran down your spine. The truth was, you were wounded during your last mission when you tried to infiltrate the enemy’s base by getting caught on purpose. At one point, you were restrained to a pole with ropes tied firmly along your wrists, hence the bruises. But there was no way you could be honest.

“I tripped and accidentally twisted my wrist,” you lied, moving your hips to distract him. He was still sheathed deep inside you, his cock slightly twitching in response, but he held you securely by the waist to keep your body still.

“Did someone hurt you?” His voice was deep as it reverberated through the air, and you grew rigid once you noticed how his previously laid-back demeanor suddenly turned solemn, almost dangerous even as if he was facing a threat. “Who is it? Tell me his name.”

He was smarter than you’d expected. Way smarter. “I was tied up.”

“By who?”

The way he strictly sought revenge at the thought of someone hurting you was both arousing and frightening at the same time. You knew how protective he was over the things he owned. You just didn’t realize you were one of them.

“By this cute guy I met at a club,” you said, smiling coquettishly at him. “‘Cause I asked him to.”

His grip around your wrist loosened a little bit, his lips parted in surprise. “What?”

“It’s not like we’re officially dating or anything,” you taunted him, clenching your walls around him on purpose. “Are we?”

Eren’s eyes were almost gleaming at that point, staring down at you so coldly at first before he broke into a smirk.

“Not official, huh?” The way he suddenly flipped you over to your stomach stole a giggle out of your mouth. “Get on your knees.”

He smacked your behind, shutting you up with the stinging pain of his palm meeting your skin. He was angry, you knew it, and you were grateful that you were facing the headboard as you could feel your smirk creeping up your face.

“He tied you up with a rope, did he?” He held your ass in the air, his nails painting half-moons into the skin of your hips as he forcefully thrust inside, slamming his entire length in one motion. “I wasn’t aware you were into that.” He gathered your hair in a messy ponytail, tugging you back harshly with one hand until you had no other choice but to stare dazedly at the ceiling. Eren was tempestuous in nature. You knew that from the very first night he laid his hands on you. Tonight, he was ten times worse, borderline brutal. He was forceful and ruthless, and you enjoyed every second of it.

You didn’t hold back your moans, knowing he wouldn’t want you to anyway. Your voice would most likely be hoarse tomorrow and that would be awful since you had a meeting scheduled for the next morning, but you couldn’t care. It was easier to let go than to hold back. Eren was hitting you at the right spot, fucking you at the right pace, at the perfect angle.

“Tying you up with a rope is a bit much, don’t you think?” He breathed out, pounding into you hard and fast, his hand sliding down your stomach to rub his fingers against your clit. “If it was me, I would’ve just used my belt.”

“Then—” Your breathing began to stutter, matching the snap of his hips. “What’s stopping you? Ah–”

“I want to hear you ask for it first.” You were astonished by how thoughtful he was. “And force you to beg for it afterward.” You took your words back. He was a fucking tease, after all.

You fisted the sheet beneath you, desperate to keep a hold on something as you gasped out his name. “I want it,” you choked out.

”What was it, baby?” He leaned forward, his pendant grazing the dip of your spine, cold steel pressed against hot skin. Despite his question, he did not slow down his pace, continuously fucking you like a beast in heat. “Want me to tie you up?” You nodded in response, biting your lip. He used your hair as leverage, tugging on your roots as he slithered one hand to the front of your neck. You moaned from the pain, eyes closed shut. “Say it.” His voice was right next to your ear, breathy and deep. “Like I said, I want you to beg for it.”

“I want you to tie me up,” you panted, feeling yourself being stretched out, filled up, and wrecked apart in ways you didn’t know possible. “Want you to take control of me.”

He hummed, smirking against your earlobe. “Now, say please.”

You opened your mouth, ready to vocalize the word, but he curled his long fingers tightly around your windpipe, choking you. “P-please.”

“Louder.” He tightened his grip.

“Please!”

He chuckled, slowly releasing his hold and you sucked air back into your burning lungs. “Good girl.” He stopped moving his hips for a moment, tilting your face to the side so he could brush his lips against yours. He kissed you, chaste yet firm, doing it so softly that it left you stupefied. “I’m gonna be so gentle with you, okay?”

But when he pulled away, sliding his cock out of you and shoved your head against the pillow, he was anything but. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you, Sweetheart.” He tossed you over to your back, your body bouncing once on the bed from how harsh he was being. Eren lifted you by your arms until your upper back was pressing against your headboard. He raised your hands in the air, yanked his belt out of his loops, and tied your wrists together to the headboard. You flinched from the pain. He was being rough, more than you’d expected him he would be.

He stood on his knees before you, trapping your body between his legs. Pushing his jeans down to his mid-thighs, he said, “Open up, baby,” with one hand holding his throbbing cock, smearing his pre-cum over your lips. You only parted them halfway when he pushed in, grunting lowly at the feeling of how hot your mouth felt around his length. He had his fingers resting on the side of your face, rewarding you with gentle caresses across your jaw. “Such a good girl,” Eren purred, chuckling lightly. “You take me in so well. Both your tight little cunt and your pretty mouth. Feels like they’re made for me.”

You took his cock into the velvety warmth of your mouth and he shoved it down your throat. You gagged around him, tears welled in your eyes. “Hold it in,” he told you, pushing your bangs with his fingers. “Now, look at me.” You lifted your face, your glassy eyes finding him in the dimness of your hotel room. Eren had his bottom lip between his teeth, pushing back your bangs and gripping tight on your hair as he fucked your mouth, slower in motion, but deeper than before. “Ah, baby,” his moan was a form of sin, sensuous in your ears. “You look the prettiest when you’re stuffed with my cock.”

You weren’t sure if it could be considered praise but your body reacted to it like it was. You let your jaw turn slack, your eyes were shut when he hit the back of your throat and Eren clicked his tongue. “No, baby,” he tugged on your strands again. “Look me in the eyes.” You obeyed, given no other choice. His smile returned. “That’s right. Now you keep your eyes on me, okay? Keep your eyes open as Daddy fucks your mouth. Close your eyes again and I won’t let you cum, you understand me?” You moaned around his length, sending vibrations to tighten the knots in his stomach.

You didn’t know how many seconds or minutes had passed by before he was satisfied. Your throat felt sore by the time he pulled away from you. You coughed, a tear slipped down to your cheek, and Eren, still kneeling in front of you, lifted your face and brushed his thumb to erase the tear stain. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

You snorted. “Are you going to apologize if you did?”

He loved it when you fought back. “No,” he said, his smile conceited. “Spread your legs. I’m not done with you yet.” His cock was slapping against his abdomens before he aligned it toward your entrance. It was slick with your spit, sliding in almost too easily into your heat. He was the perfect fit. If you could, you would’ve spent every second of your life connected to him this way.

His thrusts were powerful and merciless. His grunts mixed with your restrained moans in the air. “Was he any good?” He slammed his hips once, pausing for your answer. You were distraught at first, wondering what the fuck he was talking about until you recalled your earlier conversation. When he saw you nodding, he thrust again, harder this time, sending you back until your skull hit the board. “Better than me?”

You were having the toughest time concentrating, couldn’t even breathe properly, let alone form a word. You were pushed against the headboard, your moans bounced off the walls.

He grabbed you by the neck again. “Answer me.”

You shakily nodded, wanting to rile him up even more, driving him to the brink and practically forcing him to give the best fuck of your life. And he did, exceeding even your wildest expectations. When he asked again, his lips were grazing against your ear. “You sure about that, Sweetheart?”

You couldn’t tell if more words were falling from his mouth because the rest of the world had faded into a blur. He was giving you the same amount of pain and pleasure from how he was frantically thrusting inside you, and it felt so new, so raw, that you started feeling lightheaded, drowning in ecstasy. You closed your eyes, stars sparkling behind your eyelids as your orgasm hit you like a wave, leaving you shaking and whimpering against the sheets.

Eren consumed your lips, teeth gnawing against soft flesh, tongue sliding against yours in a messy kiss. His hands were squeezing your thigh, bringing you closer so he could release inside you. “Where do you want me to cum?” He asked, a bit breathlessly from how erratic he was ramming his hips into you.

“Inside,” you pleaded, “Cum inside me—ah, God, Eren—”

He cummed with a loud, breathy moan, which you swallowed directly with your mouth.

When both of your bodies had stopped trembling from your post-orgasm, Eren kissed you again, idly this time, as he was still trapped in a haze. You responded with a contented sigh, your heartbeat gradually reducing to its normal pace. He untangled his belt from your wrists, examining the way it burned marks on your skin. Bringing your hands closer to his face, he washed the pain away with kisses on each wrist, soft lips brushing against your pulsating veins. “I’m sorry,” he said, and you could feel the sincerity from how tender he pressed his lips against your skin. “Are you okay?”

“Just a little bit fucked-out,” you teased him with a grin. “Other than that, I’m fine.”

“Good.” He smiled, landing a sweet kiss on your forehead. There was a pause where you could tell he was sorting out his thoughts.

“What?” You asked him, running your fingertips along his cheekbone. “What is it?”

Eren released a breath. Fuck it, he thought. “Let’s make it official.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to share you with anyone else,” he sternly stated, eyebrows stitched together in a wave of redeemed anger. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours?” Your lips almost twitched in a smile. “I’m not just a thing you can own, Jaeger.”

You thought he would raise his voice, frustrated at your words but his eyes drooped in something you couldn’t yet understand. Was it sadness? Loneliness? You couldn’t tell. He placed his forehead against yours. His eyes were closed, his breath felt hot on your lips. “I’ll be yours,” he whispered, erasing every bit of amusement off your face. “Every part of me that you want, I’ll give it to you, so—” He opened his lids, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “Be mine.”

You glid your hand up, tracing the muscles in his upper arm. “Your body?”

“All yours.”

You smiled, moving your hand to his chest. “And what if I want this?” Your palm was pressing against his heart, and you could feel it pounding fast.

He clamped his fingers around your wrist, holding it still. “I don’t know why you’d want it,” he said as he broke away, his smile was a hint of loneliness, shrouded by guilt and regret. Suddenly, he felt so imperfect. All those sins he committed, he felt like they were written on his face in huge, red letters, painted by the blood of his victims. “But if you’ll take it, then it’s yours.”

It was the first time you saw him acting so vulnerable. Perhaps it was the first time he ever felt brave enough to show it. It’s what I truly wanted, you hoped you had the courage to say the words but you stayed mute.

“So, you belong to me as much as I belong to you, huh…” You beamed at him, making his heart swell. “That’s not too bad, I think.”

Eren blinked twice before he broke into laughter. “Playing hard to get? Really?”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who just offered my heart—”

He silenced you with his kiss, and you returned it with a smile.

“A fucking tease.”

***

Eren was protective but not possessive, which played a huge part in why your relationship with him worked so well. He knew how to keep you safe, how to give you comfort, and he wouldn’t let anything harm you even when he knew you could protect yourself just fine. Being with Eren was easy because he respected you without making inquiries. He was a man with a lot of demands, but he always gave you the space you needed and knew when to put your priorities before his. He picked up the little details but never made unnecessary comments or questions unless you wanted him to.

Sometimes it made you feel nervous, perturbed by the possibility of him finding out about your real identity. But with a pocket knife hidden inside your vanity bag, you knew what to do if something went wrong. It would be near impossible for you to hurt him as you probably wouldn’t have the heart to do it, but your identity and your profession remained your top priority.

You just wished, really wished, he wouldn’t notice.

***

“So, I met this girl,” Eren said, right after he landed a mean hook at Jean Kirschtein’s face. The taller male, a fellow agent from the same firm, toppled over, body hitting the side of the ring. He tangled his arms around the ropes to balance himself, groaning loudly both in pain and protest.

Unlike Jean who wore his headgear and groin-guard to protect himself, Eren didn’t even wear a shirt. He stood there inside the ring only in his black boxing shorts and his hair tied up, his feet bare. His key-shaped pendant dangled above his heart, swaying with every movement he made. Eren had his red sparring gloves on (for Jean’s protection, really), which was already an improvement. Whenever he sparred with Levi, they always did it the hard way, not wearing anything else but wrist wraps.

“You okay, buddy?” Connie Springer, another agent, patted the top of Jean’s headgear. The male with the buzzcut had finished his training with Marco Bodt half an hour ago but he lingered around to watch his best mate getting his ass handed back to him.

“I’m fine, don’t touch me,” Jean spat back, shoving him away. Even with his gloves on, Eren could still make his head ring with one punch.

Jean was a decent fighter. He was ranked seventh during their last training, which was quite an achievement as there were hundreds of other agents working for the agency. But when you had to face one of the top three—Eren fucking Jaeger—this was bound to happen.

“Sorry.” Eren grinned when Jean rose back to his feet, groggily making his way to him. “I already held back my punches for you, I swear.”

“Shut up.”

“Am I being too hard on you, Princess Jeanne?”

“Shut. Up.” Jean smacked his gloves together, cracking his neck before he returned to his stance. “A girl, huh?” He questioned, legs moving cautiously, circling the other man around as he searched for the right opportunity to strike. “Is it like a girl girl or a girl claiming herself to be a girl but then you sneaked a hand inside her dress and you found a dick between her legs and then you figured out that she wasn't a girl, he was a man who pretended to be a girl so he could kill you 'cause he's pissed his girlfriend cheated on him with you.”

“Dude, no.” Eren knitted his eyebrows together, looking at him funny. “I don't even know what you're talking about but no.”

“Happened to me once,” Connie chimed in, slurping down his protein drink.

“No, a normal girl,” Eren said. “The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“That’s bullshit. Mikasa’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen in your life,” Jean corrected, throwing his lead hand to the side of Eren’s head. “She’s the prettiest girl any man has ever seen in their lives. She’s a goddess.”

Eren dodged it easily. “Well, she’s ten times prettier than her.” He landed a punch on Jean’s stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs. “She’s so sexy,” another punch, “Smart,” another one to his chest, “Funny,” an uppercut to his chin, “Best. Sex. I’ve. Ever. Had.” He emphasized each word with a punch, giving him five jabs in a row, lighter in pressure but faster in speed, enough to make Jean nearly throw up his lunch. His final blow sent the other man back to the edge of the ring.

“Fuck!” Jean hissed, the throbbing pain bringing tears to his eyes. He turned around to glower at Connie, looping his arms around the ropes for support. “Connie, did you put something in his gloves?!” he shouted in whispers.

“As much as I would love to,” Connie said, sneering. “No, I didn’t.”

“Hurts like a bitch!”

“Yeah, man, I can see you’re dying over there. Look, just kick him in the crotch.”

“What—” Jean coughed. “But that’s cheating!”

“He’s not wearing any guard, just do it.”

“I won’t stoop that low!”

“You’re getting your ass kicked. You’re literally at the bottom of the barrel here, bro.”

“Yo, Jean!” Eren interrupted, calling from the center of the ring. “I’m not done with my story yet.”

“Give me a minute!” The vein on Jean’s temple was about to pop. He returned to Connie, practically whimpering. “Dude, he’s gonna fucking kill me.”

“Kick him in the groin!”

“But I don’t want to che—Fine!”

The bearded man returned to his position, standing before his opponent with the biggest sigh he had ever released. Eren smirked at him. “You’re gonna try and kick me in the balls, aren’t you?”

“No,” Jean scoffed loudly, his face reddening for a different reason. Eren raised one of his eyebrows, mischief in his eyes. “You know what? Yeah, I’m gonna kick you in the balls just so I can wipe that fucking smirk off your face, you cock gobbler!”

His taunt only made Eren’s smirk grow larger. “I’d like to see you try, Horseface.”

“For fuck’s sake, guys,” Connie groaned, throwing his head back. “I’m gonna kick you both in the crotch. Just start the damn match already!”

“By the way, man, you gotta see her eyes,” Eren said, ignoring Connie’s protest. “She’s got such pretty eyes. You know that poem that goes, ‘her eyes were the color of faraway love.’ I don’t understand poetry but that shit sounds beautiful and beautiful things remind me of her.”

“You read poetry?” Connie scrunched his nose in disgust.

“Yeah, she told me about it and I gave it a try. Pablo Neruda, The Fable of The Mermaid and the Drunks.” Even when Eren had his eyes on Connie, Jean still wasn't able to land a scratch on his face. “It’s really good. You should read it sometimes.”

“And risk myself turning into a sappy schoolgirl like you?” He snorted. “No thanks. She’s fucking with your head, bro.”

“Oh yeah, she is,” Eren grinned. “And I love it.”

“You’re fucking gross.” Jean took the moment to catch his breath. Five fucking attempts at knocking the teeth out of Eren’s mouth and he missed his shot every time. “Also, eyes? You’re kidding me? I don’t wanna hear about her eyes. Tell me about her tits.”

“Oh, she has amazing tits, for sure.” When he sighed, Eren had a dreamy expression on his face. “But her eyes, man. They’re like… stars in the sky. Feels like I can stare at them forever, you know?”

“Oh my God, just punch me,” Jean groaned. “Punch my fucking face right now before I throw up on your—” To his surprise, Eren actually did, probably even breaking his nose if he had used his full strength. Jean stumbled back, his hands rising to his face. “Hey!”

“What?” Eren played dumb. “I thought you said—”

“I was being sarcastic, you jackass!”

The brunette rolled his eyes. “Fine, punch me then. I’ll give you a freebie.”

Jean wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. Placing his whole rage into one punch, Jean planned to knock him out for good. Eren wanted to stay true to his words, he really did, but when he saw his opponent’s fist coming, his reflex took control. His upper body moved by instinct. His cheek was grazed but he barely felt it.

Jean, not expecting Eren to avoid his attack, fell forward, almost landing face first on the ground. “Bitch, you dodged!”

“Sorry, reflex.” Eren tried to show his empathy by extending his hand for the other man to take. “You know, that’s what you should do when someone tries to punch you.”

“I’m gonna fucking—” Jean tackled him to the ground, throwing random punches and kicks, exhausting himself without being able to land a single scratch.

“Where did you meet this chick anyway?” Connie asked and Jean was grateful. He didn’t give a single fuck about Eren’s story but if it could at least distract the man from his attack then he would let him babble about it all day long.

“Bogota.” Eren, lying on his back, flipped Jean’s body around. He wrapped his legs around his waist from behind, hooking one arm around his neck. “During my mission five months ago.”

“Five months ago?” Connie snorted, enjoying the way Jean was struggling to break free from his headlock. “You’re in love with the woman you met five months ago?”

“Dude, I’ve never even stayed with the same woman for five days. This is breaking all my records.” Eren talked so casually as if they were conversing over bottles of beer. “Wait—love? You think I’m in love?”

“Either that or you’re just growing even more obnoxious than you usually are,” Connie yawned. Jean choked, tapping Eren’s arm vigorously in desperate need of air.

“In love…” Eren tightened his grip around his opponent as he fell deeper into his thoughts. “I don’t think I even believe in love, but now that you mentioned it… Fuck, maybe I am in love with her. I’m going insane. Connie, am I going insane?”

“Eren…” Jean was turning blue. “Can’t… breathe…”

“Do you think it’s insane for me to be in love with her this fast? To want her for the rest of my life? Shit, now I’m thinking about marrying her. You know what? Yeah, I wanna marry her. I’m really going insane now, aren’t I?”

“Mmm, yeah, probably. Jean’s dying, by the way.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.”

***

“You look nice,” you commented when Eren showed up at your flat, dressed sharply in a black suit and oxford shoes. His hair was untied, cascading down to his shoulders, making him seem more mature than usual. It was the night of your first anniversary—well, counting from the day you met him anyway. The top of his white shirt was unbuttoned, two more than necessary, as always.

He smiled, taking you by the wrist, and yanked you forward until you fell on his chest, lips locked with his. When he broke the kiss, he licked his bottom lip once. “You taste nice.”

You slapped him lightly on his shoulder, smiling to yourself as you grabbed your purse. “What time is our reservation?”

“In half an hour.”

“Then, we better go.” You linked your arm around his. “I’ll just have you for dessert later.”

The way he chuckled made you feel warm inside. “Can’t wait.”

His jet black Bentley smelled more of citrus and less like bergamot—the perfume he often wore—and you wondered whether it was a rental or he just rarely used it. You didn’t have the strength to care, too busy stealing glances at him during the drive to the restaurant.

Before you stepped inside his car earlier, he lent you his suit to cover your bare shoulders from the night cold, saying, “Stop being so cute,” when he caught you sniffling. Eren had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his veiny arms with his silver Tag Heuer watch glinting along his wrist whenever a passing car shone headlights. He only had one hand on the steering wheel, with another one propped up against the window, unconsciously pressing the side of his index finger to his lips and a thumb on his chin. He drove in silence, his eyes focused on the road but also vacant at the same time.

“Thinking about something?” You questioned since he seemed to be ruminating.

He took a glimpse of your face, the corner of his lips curving upwards. “Just trying to figure out why you keep on looking at me every two seconds.”

You were a bit flustered but kept your composure in check. “Honestly? You just look so good in that suit.”

“Yeah?” He changed gears, a peal of soft laughter reverberating in the air. “Then, what should we do about it?”

“Well, it’s been a while since we’ve had the time for ourselves, what with us being busy with our jobs.” You placed a hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down the silky fabric of his black trousers. “I’m sorry I left you alone for so long, Ren. I’ve always hated going overseas, even more now since I met you.”

Your boyfriend glanced at the way your fingers are reaching dangerously close to the part he had been longing to be touched for the last three weeks you had been separated. “That’s… fine… ” He forced his eyes to go back to the road when a car passed by from his side, honking angrily at him. “I had to go out of town too, so we wouldn’t have been able to meet anyway.”

You bit the corner of your lip, trying to contain a smirk from breaking on your face. He was obviously distracted, but the way he tried to act so reserved was adorable too. “Then…” You tucked some loose strands behind your ear, wetting your lips. “Want me to make it up to you?”

You leaned over to his seat, close enough to be able to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. Eren took a sharp breath when he felt your fingers curling around his length, stroking him gently until he came alive in your hand. “What’s your answer, big boy?”

He caught his lower lip between his teeth as he watched you close, his stomach somersaulting at the thought of your lips, painted in bold red, clamping around his cock. “Yes.”

“Ask nicely then.”

A grin, just as naughty and sexy as yours were, broke on his lips. His demeanor remained pompous, which made him even more attractive when he said, “Please, Sweetheart. I want you to make it up to me.”

“Keep your eyes on the road,” you said, smiling at him as you ran your thumb across his tip.

“Yes, Ma’am.” The last thing he saw before he shifted his gaze on the road was you darting out your tongue.

When you dipped your head, slanting your lips around his head, he let out this small sigh of contentment that urged you to please him more. You slid your tongue across his slit, going down to the side to trace his probing veins, murmuring sinful things against his sensitive skin.

“You seem like you’re in a good mood today,” he comments, returning to his previous position where he only had one hand maneuvering his car, his other arm resting against his window. His voice sounded stable but the way he bit the tip of his thumb to contain his groan betrayed him. “Did something happen?”

“I’m just happy,” you paused to engulf his length completely, bobbing your head twice before letting him go with a pop. “That I get to see you again.”

The way he hit on the brakes was not as gentle as before. Waiting for the red light to go green, Eren leaned back to his seat, his fingers twisted in your hair, tugging softly at your locks as he slightly thrust into your mouth.

“Mmm, Sweetheart,” he moaned, reeling in the sensation of your heated mouth enveloping him. “That feels good—you’re so good at this.”

“You can cum in my mouth.”

“Open up and let me fuck you harder then.”

You roll your eyes. “Always so demanding.” But you loosen your jaw, letting him plunge himself deeper into your cavern. But when a car stopped just three meters away from you, he was forced to straighten up on his seat. The driver—a middle-aged man with a goatee—was nodding his head to the music, both windows of his car opened for him to enjoy the night wind. He noticed Eren’s car, perhaps amazed with how expensive it was, and your lover slid his window down to expose his face.

Shocked, your protest was sitting on the tip of your tongue but Eren held you down by pressing his palm against the back of your head. “Relax. It’s too dark, he won’t be able to see,” he assured you and you grunted in response, which made him titter.

“Nice car, man,” shouted the man.

Eren waved a hand, an innocent smile strapped to his face. “Thanks. I like your tires. Custom made?”

And they began to have a casual conversation as if he didn’t have your mouth wrapped around his cock. He was always like this, a fucking tease, but two could play at this game. You sucked harder around his tip before you went down completely on him, swallowing around his cock. Eren’s grip around your locks grew tighter when he was shrouded in your warmth but his voice was airy when he replied to the man.

“Hey, you’re taking left?” The driver asked. “Might want to re-route, mate. There’s roadwork on the seventh street, probably gonna cause traffic.”

“Aaw, that–” Eren bucked his hips against your mouth. “Sucks.”

You growled at his choice of words. His chuckle resonated deep from within his chest, his hand shoving you harder against his cock.

“You seem all dressed up. Going on a date?”

“Yeah,” Eren answered with a smile. “I’m celebrating my first anniversary tonight.”

“Aye, good for you, mate. Picking up your lady, then?”

“Oh, no, she’s right here.” Before you could react, Eren pulled you back by your hair, raising your face high enough for the other man to see. Heat pooled on your cheeks, your saliva staining your chin. The man’s eyes grew wide, his face painted with crimson but before he could say anything, the light turned green and Eren stepped on the gas.

“Asshole!” You slapped him hard on his chest. “He saw my face!”

“It’s not like we’re going to see him again,” Eren chortled lightheartedly, using one hand to zip his pants. He caught you pouting, and still with his grin intact, he said, “I’m sorry, baby. Want me to make it up to you?”

“You’re an asshole,” you crossed your hands in front of your chest. “But you can try and buy me something nice.”

“I’ll buy you the world if you want me to.” He stole one of your hands away, his lips dancing across your knuckles. “You’ll forgive me then?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe,” he chuckled. “You’re adorable.”

“I’m still pissed at you, by the way.” A lie. It was hard to stay upset when he was acting this juvenile around you. As you returned your gaze to the road, you noticed that he was no longer heading to the restaurant. “Where are we going?”

“Someplace quiet where I can fuck you properly,” he said, answering it so casually. “You don’t think I’m gonna let you go just like that, do you, Sweetheart?”

You scoffed, but you could feel your grin threatening to appear. “Can’t this wait until we get home?”

“I’m fucking you now and I’m fucking you later.” He smirked, changing gears. “It’s our anniversary, isn’t it? We should celebrate it.”

The second he pulled over to an empty parking lot behind an abandoned building, Eren immediately moved your seat all the way back and latched his lips on yours. “Is this your way to celebrate?” You questioned him, giggling against his mouth on your way down. “Taking a girl in an abandoned parking lot? How romantic.”

“I’ll take you to Paris next weekend, how’s that for being romantic?"

“Now we’re talking.” You slanted your lips together, feeling his smile pressed against your own. “Let me be on top this time,” you breathed out heavily when he pushed your lingerie to the side with one hand and stroked himself with his other one.

Eren glanced at you from behind his bangs, his lips bruised from your kisses. He confirmed your plea with a nod and let you switch positions. It wasn’t easy to move around in such a small space that you ended up bumping your head against his chin but the hilarity of it all only added more emotional feelings to be involved. You felt so comfortable around him as if you were dating your childhood friend instead of a stranger you met a year ago. Suddenly, the need for physical contact didn’t matter as much as before. You were enjoying his laughter, blushing when he swatted the bangs out of your eyes and pouting when he told you how ridiculous you looked trying to work this out. You just really loved having him around, enjoyed his company more than you’d enjoy a cup of good coffee.

Maybe it worked the same way with him too because Eren’s eyes were not solely filled with lust anymore. They were soft, tender as they peered into yours. And the way he caressed your face was soothing as if you were the most fragile being he had ever touched in his life.

“Kiss me,” you said, not sure if you could handle his gaze any longer than that. He made you feel vulnerable, made you feel transparent and you were scared of having him look into your soul and find out the secrets you’d been hiding.

He pressed his mouth gently to yours, kissing you so romantically, it sent goosebumps breaking on your skin. He broke away, his lips brushing against your jawline when you were about to deepen the kiss. Then he peppered more to your cheek and your temple before he landed a peck on the tip of your nose. “I’ve missed you,” he confessed in a whisper. “I missed you so much when you were gone. I thought about you all the time.”

You stiffened in his arms. It was very unusual for him to profess romantic words in such a serious manner and you were left speechless, dazed even, at the way he tenderly embraced you. You rested your hand on your shoulders, swatting his hair away from his face before you tucked his strands behind his ear. “I thought about you a lot too,” you meekly replied with a sheepish smile.

It was rare for him to see you act this way too. His heart thumped faster. Every little thing you did made him feel so alive, like a zap of electricity that awakened all of his nerves at once. He caught your face, his thumb rubbing comforting circles across your cheekbone. “Did you miss me?” There was not a trace of amusement or teasing in his voice when he vocalized his question.

“I did.” You nuzzled your nose against his. The sweet gesture caused his stomach to swap places with his heart. You then rested your temple against his, closing your eyes as you whispered, “Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.”

Eren stroked your back, tugging your zipper down until it stopped just a few inches away from your tailbone. “Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me.”

“Hey, you read it!” You grinned like a child. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“Of course, I did.” I would do everything for you. He kissed the front of your throat, making his way up to your chin before he ended his journey on your lips. The straps of your dress slid down your shoulders, revealing enough skin for him to mark on. “You see, I wanted to impress this hot stranger I met at a hotel,” he murmured, cupping your breast with one hand and closing his mouth around your nipple. “Wouldn’t want her to walk away from me so I did everything I could to make her stay.”

“Oh, she’s staying,” you sighed in rapture, tangling your arms around his neck. “She’s staying as long as you want her to.”

“What if I want her to stay forever?”

It wasn’t butterfly wings that fluttered inside your stomach. It felt like fireworks exploding at once. “Huh?”

“What if I want you forever?” He repeated, a bit shakily this time as soft pink bloomed on his cheeks. He seemed to have lost his confidence, not knowing whether you’d like it or not, but when your rejection never came, he took a deep breath and tried again. “What if I never want to let you go? What if I just want us to stay like this, just you and me, forever?” The way he cupped your cheek, gazing at you so deeply and intensely as he spoke those words, nothing could compete with how perfect it was. “What do you think?”

“I think forever is a really long time, but…” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, concealing the fire that bit through your cheeks. “I don’t… hate the idea.”

A sense of relief washed over him, so much that it paralyzed him for a second. “Don’t hate the idea, huh?” He pressed the shape of his smile against the center of your forehead. “One year, and you’re still playing hard to get.”

You giggled. “Sorry. I couldn’t afford to sound too sappy. I’ve got a reputation to uphold, you see.”

“Stop being so damn adorable.” He playfully bit your shoulder, making you laugh just a tad louder. Pulling back, he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours. “Happy anniversary, Sweetheart.”

“Happy anniversary, Ren.”

It felt different that night, the way he held you, the way he moved inside you, the way he made you feel. It was the first time he ever made love to you, truly, and it was both weird and funny to know that it was happening in an abandoned parking lot, with both of you fully clothed except for the parts where you were connected to him.

As he tried to be quiet, you could hear him sigh and curse almost inaudibly under his breath which felt somehow more erotic to your ears. Usually, he would be rough and dominating, sucking bruises until you hissed in pain but this time, he only applied soft kisses on your skin, sometimes peeking out his tongue just to make you shiver. Sex with Eren had never been boring since he knew how to keep his women entertained, but tonight, your senses were taking so much more details because your heart was involved. And so was his.

“I’m—” You quivered, the sway of your hips moving out of rhythm. Being on top of him let you take control and you used it fully to maximize your pleasure. “Ren, ah, I think I’m gonna—” He added the sensation by rubbing his thumb over your clit, almost making you jump off his lap. “Wait—” You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

Knowing that you were so close to the edge, Eren’s hand found home in your hair once again and he brought your lips to his. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses and you lost it. You lost every sense, every control, every thought that you could only whimper against his lips when you came undone, with him following soon after.

Eren muffled his moan by mouthing against the bare skin of your shoulder. His whole body shook under your touch and you let him finish without a word, just pressing your lips lazily against his collarbone.

Your heart was beating loudly, and you wondered whether it was simply because of the intercourse you just had or his last three words. You had known that he was committed to you, just like you were to him, but you didn’t know that he loved you that way.

Eren had his head thrown back, eyes tightly closed as he enjoyed the rest of his orgasm, breathing heavily through parted lips. You kissed him softly on his chin, making him look back at you.

“Hey,” he smiled, a bit drowsy.

“Hey, stranger,” you cooed, fingers stroking his jaw. “How are you feeling?”

“Just a little bit fucked-out,” he imitated the words you once said to him. “Other than that, I’m fine.”

You pinched his nose and he tasted your smile before he let you rest your head on his chest. You spent a minute or two drawing your name on his skin, right above his heart. Then, “Did you mean it?”

“Hmm?”

“When you said you loved me.” You pulled back to analyze his expression, every contort of his face. “Did you really mean it or was it just a spur of the moment thing?”

The sudden defenseless look on his face made you freeze. Eren had always been a little guarded and you’d noticed that, no matter how hard he tried to hide it behind his teasing smirks and mischievous smiles. You just never questioned it because, similar to him, you also had your secrets to bury inside your chest. You thought it wasn’t fair to pester him about it when he’d never force you to spill one of yours. It wasn’t like he was hiding the fact that he murdered people on a monthly basis like you did. Unbeknownst to you, anyway.

“I don’t think I know what love is,” he answered truthfully with his gaze turning just as soft as his voice. “What I do know is that I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Like I said, I think about you a lot when I’m with you. I thought about you even more when you were gone—so much that it freaks me out.”

You quietly laughed. “I think you’re just obsessing over me.”

“Whether it’s an obsession or love, I’m willing to have it.” He cupped your face, eyes peering deep into yours. “I want to feel everything. I want you to make me feel everything.”

“That’s quite a demand.” You gazed down to his lips, tentatively touching his plump lower one with your fingertips. “But as a start, I think I want to love you too, Ren.”

The way he reflected your smile was both beautiful and heartbreaking—as if it was the first time he ever heard someone say those words back to him. He pulled you for another embrace, his lips grazing against your earlobe when he sighed, “That’s good enough for me.”

You giggled, nuzzling closer to him. “I think we’re late for our reservation.”

He chuckled. “We have got to stop skipping our meals for sex.”

“Should we just get some tacos?”

“Mmm, yeah. After one more round.”

“You’re insatiable.”

"Is that a bad thing?" Eren smirked and you mirrored it the same way.

"Not at all, love."

***

His trip down memory lane comes to an end when he parks his car on the driveway of the house he has shared with you for six years. Eren sits on the driver’s seat, shuts off his engine, and retrieves back his keys. But instead of stepping out of his car, he lays his folded arms on the steering wheel. With cautious eyes, he takes a quick scan of his surroundings, usually out of habit, but now out of necessity. Nothing seems strange, but perhaps, not yet.

From his car, he can see your movements through the kitchen window. You look beautiful, breathtaking as always, maybe even more as you're celebrating your seventh anniversary tonight—eight, if he counted it from the day he met you. You’re wearing your hair high in a braid, showcasing the skin of your neck that he would love to sink his teeth in and color it purple. But tonight… Tonight he has to slit it open. There would be no bruise, only blood.

The thought makes his stomach churn. It’s so hard to believe that you’re doing the same profession as a living. You, who claim to work as a tech support consultant. You, dressed in your apron and the sexy red gown that he loves. You, with that beguiling smile, seduction in your eyes, his name on your lips, his taste on your tongue.

It’s either you or her. Eren reminds himself. Now that his firm knows the truth, there’s a fat chance that your agency must have discovered his true identity too. Maybe the knife you're using to slice his favorite roast chicken for dinner would be the same blade that ends up driven through his chest by the time the night ends. He can’t tell. He can never tell. Six years you’ve been married to him. Six fucking years and all he could see was the same beautiful woman that seized his heart from the very first night. You are the perfect lover. The perfect wife. You’ve always been.

What he feels for you is real. He knows love because you taught him. He feels it because you gave it to him. You turn the monster inside of him into a human capable of emotions. But now they're just fabrics of lies, aren't they? How would he know that you were just playing a role? Is he just a part of your cover? Or is he your mark, one that you’ve been trying to take down since the first day you met him?

Even right now, it still feels easier for him to forget what Levi said than do what he is ordered to do. But when it comes to killing and being killed, he knows his instincts would kick in. He loves you. He loves you so much, it's sickening. But would he sacrifice his own life just so you can laugh over his corpse and get a new string of numbers on your bank account?

No fucking way.

So he steps down from his car with his handgun pressed securely against his lower back. His bullets are ready to be shot. His fingers are prepared to dance around the trigger. He walks up to his porch with his mind determined, his blood boiling inside. He casts away his heart, the one that loves you, the only one that is human within him, and he never looks back. Right now, he only has one mission.

He curls his fingers around the doorknob, dragging the door open.

“Honey,” he smiles. “I’m home.”

***

AN: This is so bad omg I'm so sorry 😭😭😭 I'm not proud of this one but I still hope you enjoyed it 😭 Thank you for reading, everyone!

Super huge thanks to Aleks, Joli, Coi and Ben for beta-reading this!

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