gaia

it’s his pet names that linger instead— sounding all soft and familiar, worn warm from use. the ones he returns to without thinking, like second nature. schatzi. simply sweet. ever so precious. the word curls from his mouth with an ease that feels almost absentminded, yet never careless. and liebling, his favorite, his darling. it’s usually spoken quieter, closer, like it belongs to you and him alone.

those are the few words you come to know. not by translation, but how they’re given. by the way his voice lowers around them, the way they brush against your skin like something tangible.

mixed by blood, eren's heritage lives in the small details about him more than anything else; his cadence, his features, his mannerisms. he doesn't necessarily talk about it. his tongues, german and turkish, live elsewhere. like in fleeting moments on the phone with his family, voice softened with a familiarity different from the kind he shows you.

it's admirable, how effortlessly he slips into the rhythm of home when catching up with his mother and father. you hear it only then, in fragments and tones, something distant. you try to glimpse into that part of him, but he leaves it unshared. 

it isn't that your boyfriend withholds any aspects of his life, or his culture, from you. rather, he lets untranslatable words fall as they come, shaped more by his feeling than intentionality. there's a certain intimacy in that. he thinks that you don't have to understand every syllable to feel the weight of it.

because with him, it's about how it lingers in the space between you long after the words have fallen away.

you know eren doesn’t make much use of deutsch in his everyday life, no. it remains tucked away as the one thing he doesn't reach for, but something that exists all the same. and maybe, that's what makes it all the more enticing, when it surfaces in the moments his control finally begins to slip.

it’s in those instances, when his breath grows uneven and composure frays at the edges, that something from deep within him begins to rise unbidden. words he doesn't consciously choose, tones he typically wouldn't shape, leaving him in a low, broken lilt. there's nothing intentional about it, just the rawness of instinct when the sensation is so overwhelming that he can't help himself any longer.

and in that unraveling, there's something disarmingly sensual. not just the act itself, or the hot slide of his hands when he touches you, but a side of him that can't be hidden away, revealed only when he's too far gone to hold it back.

"scheisse!"

it slips out of him without warning. his mind’s so muddled by the way your dewy walls squeeze his cock that he doesn’t even think to translate. he’s drawn fully into the hilt of your gushing pussy, his presence heavy both in-and-outside of you. he's got you splayed out on your back, displayed ever so beautifully, soft textured hair fanning out on the pillows, like that of a halo. how fitting, for his precious angel. 

eren has you tucked under the breadth of him and slovenly folded into missionary, your body immovably pressed beneath the heat and heaviness of his imposing frame. his attention narrows on you, you, you, until nothing else seems to exist outside of it.

your trembling leg is held in his left palm, secured at the pit of your knee as he guides it up against your shoulder as a means to fucks deeper into you. his other hand rests hot upon your waist, grip tightening whenever you react, kneading at warm brown flesh whenever you clamp down on him. he's unrelenting with how he draws out, plows in, does it again, again, again. dense clapping resounds in hollow echoes throughout the dim-lit bedroom of his paradis-city penthouse.

"e—ren! eren, erennn,” his name falls fractured from your lips, each syllable hitching as it leaves you. he hears it, and something in him shifts. a slow, unmistakable reaction that pulls at the corner of his mouth before it fully settles into a smile. it spreads wide, brazen and sharp in a way that looks as feral as he feels; all teeth, cutting sharp and boyish across his face, features drawn tight with ardor.

pleasure has already taken hold of him; face flushed, sweat gathering and rolling in narrow paths down his skin. his dark manbun sits slightly undone at the base of his head, loose strands slipping free to cling to his temples and the nape of his neck, his tattooed body damp with the same heat that coats him. his brows, thick and dark, knit tightly together, while his bright-teal eyes stay intense and wild, fixed on you with a look that doesn’t waver. you’re his maker and weakness alike, the only thing holding his focus together as he unravels for you.

"komm schon, engel," eren dips low, his large frame folding over yours, shoulders rounding as he closes the space between you, brushing the plush of your lips with his own. "hngh, wha—?" you whine against his mouth, needing of clarity. his breath is warm and close when he murmurs, earnest for a taste of your lips, "küss mich."

you don’t fully comprehend him, but eren closes the gap regardless, until there’s nowhere left for your voice to go but into him. his large hand lifts up, cups your jaw nice and steady, tilts you upwards just enough to meet him as he presses his lips to yours. firm at first, then deeper, more claiming than it is gentle. when he pulls back, it’s only by a breath’s width, enough for the curve of his smile to linger against your mouth. 

his hips take to a slow roll, grinding into yours so sweetly. the rounded end of his hard cock nudges the inner pudge of your softest spots, with the lean ridge of his pelvis brushing over the sensitive peak of your clit. the both of you hold no inhibitions, breaths pouring into each other's mouths in uneven waves, panting and moaning with not a sound refrained.

him and you, you and him, him in you. all sense becomes lost in a heated slew of sloppy strokes and the wettest kisses. he's making such a mess of you; stealing your breath, bruising your flesh, fucking stirring your insides.

for eren, countless sensations begin to merge. your velveteen walls are clamping down, tight, on his pulsing dick, dripping and sobbing all over the length of it. then there's the way you cling to him, just ferocious. the powder-white arch of your fresh nails do well at drawing fiery marks down the broad plane of his tatted back. his olive skin is warm and damp under your palms, glowing sheen with a film of sweat. 

your breath brushes against the reddening shell of his pierced ear, sounds uneven and soft in a way that makes him grow impossibly harder. eren responds in kind, groans amplified, his hold at your waist tightening just enough to keep you anchored to the you-shaped dip in his king sized mattress. you're so pretty, so perfect; behaving so well that all he wants to do is just give you more. 

so he does. 

"shh, lass mich einfach . . stillhalten." eren’s hands span down your shaking thighs, dancing around around your calf until they close around both of your ankles. his fingers wrap fully, thumbs rubbing circles while the rest of his grip adjusts you without effort. he translates what he knows you didn't catch, "don't move." 

eren shapes the physical space between you, and he continues to bend you at angles until the right silhouette is captured. he brings your knees toward your shoulders, folding the form until thighs press firmly against the core of your tummy. shifting his weight low, he transitions into a deep squat, strong thighs flexed as he assumes the position of sitting on his haunches, all without pulling out of you.

with the new vantage, he drives forward and plunges into the tightness of you with sudden, intense momentum that draws the sharpest, most involuntary cry from your lungs— a sound that brings a knowing smile to his face. eren frees self-satisfied laughter, for he always manages to pry out the very reaction he sought to provoke. he finds your body familiar. so easy to mold, too easy to play with.

"ffuuuck! p-please, papaaa, please—"

his response comes rippling out as an unintended growl, sourced from the depths of his chest, and the bass of it makes you clench helplessly around him. with every surge, every thrust forward, he loses another piece of his restraint. an especially taut squeeze of your soaked pussy is all it takes for his snark to dissolve into total surrender.

"fuck . . du bist so eng," his words grow reckless to match just how you undo him. he rambles on about just how tight you are, freeing terribly desperate praise and german incoherencies. he's too far gone to realize he'd even switched languages. frankly, eren doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, and you sure as hell don’t either. it’s hard to follow when he’s digging you out like that; hips slamming down, the fat of his balls clapping against the seam of your ass with every thrust.

more foreign words tumble from his lips— dark, guttural, yet somehow melodic, leaving you in a haze of both lust and confusion. despite it, your body understands the intent perfectly. the way you arch into him, cunt swallowing every known inch of his dick whole, slick walls clamping around him like a desperate vice, tells him everything he needs to know. 

eren finally seems to be returning to himself, eyes clearing as he grows aware; and with that, comes the teasing. another predatory smirk pulls at his mouth as he realizes just how cockdrunk he’s made you, sensitive even down to the veins that drag within you. and so, he draws out the friction, slows his pace to an agonizing crawl, buries himself into you with impossible depth.

each heavy thrust knocks at your cervix and prods at the very limit of you, blunt and demanding, as if he’s trying to leave his mark on your very soul. he's so all-consuming that the heady scent of his skin and the licking heat of his salt-slicked body fills your lungs. you’re crying, you think, unsure as to when it started. all you know is you’re breathing him in, tasting the raw, primal edge of him with every gasp and tear you choke on. 

"aww, poor baby,” he croons, tone darkened with condescend, “macht dich das an, schatzi?" he murmurs, the grunted slew of german humming against your skin. he’s asking if it turns you on— the suddenly rough shift into his mother tongue, and though the meaning of his words escape your mind, you can only nod helplessly, teeth sinking into the swell of your spit-streaked lip as a flush burns across your chest.

"feels good, yeah? i'm fucking you so deep, aren't I? mm, c'mon, angel . . . talk to me, talk to daddy." he eases more of his weight onto your pressed frame, feeding you deep, languid strokes so slow you can hear the wetness sloshing.

"yeahhh, it's good, er-en . . hnn, feelssogood, daddy," his name tears out of you in a pulled shudder, the syllables breaking over one another. it’s the type of sound that invites his wolfish grin, curled with a special kind of satisfaction. his smile is purely predatory when he gets to hitching your leg up higher, rocking into you faster. the lewdness of unfiltered noise begins to swell throughout the room.

before long, you're both trembling over the pace he’s taken; his fingers twitching along your pushed-up thighs, while you're left grappling for purchase along his bulging, corded biceps, your fingers digging into the sinuous centipede inked across his firm rounded muscle. frantically, you cling to one another as the world outside seems to fade away.

eren leans in, ink-dark strands escaping his hairtie, feathering your neck, and cascading over his shoulder to curtain your faces. overzealous, he captures your lips with his own once more, silencing your soft sounds with a deep kiss that tastes as saccharine as love itself, wettened by the salted twinge of adrenaline. his moans tumble out of him helplessly once you get to licking at his tongue. he juts it out for you to suckle on.

the tension brews to a fever pitch. you’re close, and so is he.

"komm und hol mich," he wants—no, needs you to cum for him, pleads in breathless sounds so gritty that you can feel them pass through your bones. those bright-teal eyes, glassed over with brimming tears of pleasure, desperately lock onto yours. his touch is just as urgent.

eren brings the calloused pad of his thumb to your clit, each deliberate rub a targeted press that sends fresh jolts of heat spiraling through your tummy, makes your hips buck up into the onslaught. his breath comes out in ragged puffs as his fleshy, kiss-bruised lips meet your ear, grazing the shell, words unfamiliar yet sweet all the same. “komm auf meinen schwanz, bitte.” the vulnerable rawness of his voice is a love language all in its own. something in you knows to follow his command, even if the meaning is a mystery. 

that building pressure low in your gut begins to coil, tightening into a concentrated knot that demands release. it’s a heavy, mercurial ache that pulses in sync with his movements, making your vision swim as you reach the precipice. your every nerve-ending screams for the sweet, sweet release that only his next deliberate strike can provide.

as for eren, his focus is simply fractured; hands moving with a restlessness that betrays how close he is to the edge. he lifts his free hand to knead and possess the soft weight of your right breast, his grip firm and demanding, before his fingers lift to heedlessly lace around your neck, as a means to keep you pinned in the middle of storm of his movements. 

that same grasp trails away from pressing your artery, slinks down, and squeezes a big, greedy handful of ass into one palm alone. he delivers one smack— two, three. the fourth leaves red in its wake, blooming faint along warm-brown flesh. he merely smiles when you mewl at him. 

the combination he grants you is far too much, too fucking frantic; the stinging heat of his palm against your skin and the possessive weight of his hand at your throat leaves you feeling hazy and unmoored, your thoughts dissolving into a thoughtless, honeyed fog.

a few more of those slowed, plunging thrusts, paired with how nicely he toys with your puffy clit, is what finally shatters the dam and sends rolling waves of your orgasm to crash right through you. it washes over, heavy and thick, the feeling purely electric as it zips through the base of your spine all the way down to your tightly curled toes. your quivering legs lock around his lean waist as he fucks you through the height of it, dark-chestnut hair swinging over hunched shoulders.

"don't you let go yet— m'not done." eren rasps against your agape lips, voice a broken wreck. he taps your soft cheek in two firm pats when your eyes begin to flutter shut, peers at you through hooded eyes, forcing bitten words out through grit teeth, "look at me, schatzi," his fingers tangle into the soft, dense curls of your hair to tilt your head his way. "you came so fuckin' hard, tell me you felt that—shit! mm, p-please, baby . . tell me you’re mine."

you manage to open your mouth, try for an answer, but every brutal impact of his hips knocks the air from your chest, splintering your voice into meaningless little sounds. the rhythm of his pounding, loud and heavy, turns shaky and imprecise as he utterly loses the battle for control. you can see the strain in the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his breath hitching as he teeters on the edge. 

eren frames your face with a sudden tenderness, his large hands encompassing either side of your head as if you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth itself. he pulls you in until your foreheads touch, eyes locking in a feral, heavy-lidded stare that teases at his release. you babble out his name with every sloppy knock of his hips.

your inner walls clamp down in a steady, involuntary pulse around him, and the friction becomes too much for him to bear. then comes a guttural sound, ripping straight from his chest, followed by a smaller, vulnerable whimper that echoes out, almost like a plea:

"scheisse, ich komme— fffuuuck!"

he jolts forward with an almost animalistic force, burying himself to the very hilt as the first warm, heavy spurts of his release spill free from his cockhead and into your awaiting womb. you feel him throbbing deep within your silken walls, the pulsing erratic as he stuffs your cunt with thick loads of his cum; emptying himself, filling you.

a hushed stillness sets over eren's thirtieth-floor apartment. all movement drifts to a weighty pause; until, eren eventually collapses his full weight onto you with a long, shuddering sigh. the solid, unyielding mass of him drives a soft huff out from your throat, pinning you into the charcoal sheets in a way that feels strangely grounding.

his inked forearms bind around you like vines, pulling your bodies flush-tight until there’s no room left between you. in turn, you drape your arms over the broad expanse of his back, your thumbs tracing soothing circles over the angry, reddened lines of the skin you tore. 

"ugh— rennie, you're heavy."

"mmn." is his heedless response. you both lie there in a tangled, breathless heap of afterglow, your lungs working for shallow air as the adrenaline begins to recede. after threading through the dark, damp silk of his long hair, weaving and undoing braids in the same sitting, your arms finally loosen their hold around his nape. eren nuzzles his face into the soft swell of your breasts, the tip of his nose grazing the sensitive bone of your sternum as he seeks out your warmth.

a small, balmy laugh escapes you, the sound light and surreal against the dense, syrup-thick atmosphere. the air is heavy, saturated with the salt-sharp scent of skin, the musk of his cologne, the lingering sugar of your arab perfume, and the sweet, pungent tang of your collective release— a sensory memento of every orgasm you just shared.

"damn . .” the silence breaks around his voice, low and winded, “didn't think y’had a kink for that."

"hmm," you blink slow, the wisps of your curled lashes fluttering. "for what?"

"uh-uh, don't play dumb now," eren noses your jugular, tickling your neck with a nudge so fleeting you can’t help but break, a shy giggle bubbling up and out into the open. "could've just told me you wanted me to switch languages, princess."

“i didn't even know it was something i’d enjoy that much," you bite down on a drowsy laugh, manicured fingers lifting to idly twirl a stray, dark lock of his hair. you’re secretly glad his hair-tie finally snapped under the pressure.

"i like the way your brain just . . . shorts out when you hear it. makes you so . . ." a kiss, breaking the pattern of speech, is pressed to your upturned lips, so pink and soft.

“—much more," another, then a suckle to your jaw, "—responsive." there's a gravel-like texture to the sound of his teasing. "i don't think i've ever heard you get that loud before, baby.” eren hums aloud onto your skin, a low rumble of pure satisfaction that thrums low in his throat and vibrates against your chest.

he shifts his weight just enough to pepper wet, uncoordinated kisses along the sensitive expanse of your throat, his every movement sluggish with pleasure. 

“verdammt gut,” he murmurs against your skin, testing the effect he has over you, simply wishing to witness how tightly you’d pulse around him in response. sure enough, he smiles to himself when you do, walls clamping down where he remains stuffed inside you. a whispered moan falls from you, eyes screwed impossibly tight. 

his lips latch to your pulse as he mouths praises you don’t need to translate to understand. the meaning sounds as sweet as his kisses taste. “du bist so gut, liebling.” even though his brain's misted over with lust, and his dick is still warmly nestled deep inside you, he can’t help but nip playful marks into your flesh. you find yourself cooing at his affections, your fingers tangling in the deep-brown spill of his hair as you shallowly rock your hips onto his softening cock. 

he mumbles more foreign little nothings into the damp, sweat-slicked crook of your neck, the tone so tender it feels like a physical caress. 

“ich liebe dich so sehr, angel . . .” he breathes, the confession soft and embracing against your skin. the meaning devotional, so unmistakable; he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. 

the ardency of the past hour's lovemaking seems to evaporate, leaving only the two of you sinking in the cooling sheets. from the crevice of your chest to his broadened one, your hearts beat heavy against one another in a synced tempo.

with one last, lingering kiss to your collarbone, eren lets his heavy eyelids fall shut. the silence that follows isn't empty. instead, it’s full and warm, smelling of salt, sandalwood, and the raw fragrancy of his adoration.

the darkness of the room feels like a protective veil. in the stillness, with his warmth still grounding you and his scent filling your lungs, you finally let your own eyes close, drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep cradled in the arms of the man who loves you more than he has the words to say.

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plug!eren that loves serving u, his prettiest customer. always makes sure to respond to ur text within the same minute, no matter the condition he’s in.

plug!eren who gets so happy when u ask him to teach u how to roll. each time he’s served u, he’s just brought u pre-rolls since u never bothered to ask for any other rolling materials. but this time, u finally caved and asked him to teach u, saying, “i’m just tired of spending my money on a multiple pre-rolls everyday. i wanna roll for myself” - mind u, eren hasn’t ever charged u.

plug!eren that sees u eyeing him intensely when he starts licking down the sheet, green eyes challenging yours each time he goes to toast the j. he got off on hearing your breath shudder slightly each time he gave it a lick, laughing silently to himself.

plug!eren who watches you smile brightly upon not ripping the sheet (you went through 3 before getting it right). he critiques your j as the two of you hit it, saying u only really needed to work on your mouth piece. however, it was hard for u to digest anything he was saying over the loudness of your thoughts. you couldn’t get the image of eren licking the j out of ur head, wondering if he’d take that much care with u. head between ur legs, using his tongue with the utmost precision. god it’d feel so good -

“whatcha thinkin’ bout pretty girl?” eren’s voice pulls you out of ur thoughts and u smile, not trusting urself enough to express ur feelings without flat out telling him you wanted to fuck.

“i’m just… thinking about everything… you know?” he laughs at the slow pace and raspiness of your voice.

“hmm.. want rennie to make the thoughts go away?”

your head lolls onto the back of the couch and your bra-less chest points toward the sky. he can see the outline of your pierced nipples through your baby pink tank top and he sighs.

the two of you finally make eye contact once more and you lean your head up towards his, eyes deadlocked on his lips.

“please.”

that was all eren needed to hear before engulfing you in his arms. he pulls you onto his lap and runs his hands up the sides of your body, taking extra time to trace the chub that outlines ur tummy.

he drags his thumbs over your nipples causing your body to jerk. he smiles slightly and flicks his eyes up to yours, silver eyebrow piercing glittering in the warm livingroom lighting. he peppers kisses along your jawline before finally kissing your lips. you can’t help but think about how soft his lips are and it makes u let out a soft moan.

he breaks the kiss but never stops rubbing on you, “you taste so sweet. is it ya lipgloss?”

you smile, “yeah. it’s that glossier shit. cookie butter.”

he kisses you again, running his tongue over your lips once he breaks it once more, “i bet your pussy’s sweeter than this though.”

before you can respond, he reaches down into your shorts and plays with the waistband of your panties. rubbing his fingers over the outline of your cunt, causing you to shiver each time.

eren kisses your lips once more and finally touches your bare pussy. once his fingers find your clit, he makes the smallest circles and your hips jerk. he can feel you begin to pull away from the kiss, but his mouth follows you, preventing you from complaining.

he begins to apply a bit more pressure and you ease up in his grip once more. his fingers then travel down further and begin to make their way inside you. unable to hold yourself together, you let out a slight “fuck” and eren groans.

“you’re so fuckin wet. you mus’ really like me, huh baby”. he licks his lips and kisses your neck.

“yes ren… liked you since i first seen you.”, you admit.

eren pulls his head from your neck and grips your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes. “aww. baby had a crush on ‘er plug. gonna make this pussy feel so good for you, ‘kay?”

after a small yes, eren lays you down gently on your couch and begins to pull your shorts and panties down. your hands go to cover yourself and he pins them to your chest. he then pulls your tank top over your head and leaves the material loosely around your wrists.

immediately after, eren removes his shirt and your eye to eye with his tatted stomach and chest. you knew by his arms he had a lot of ink, but it was never assumed to go this far. his tattoos were so sexy though, they made your mouth water.

eren then began his assault on your neck once more, this time gradually making his way down your body. he ran his tongue over your nipples, releasing each with an obnoxiously loud pop.

as he made his way down your stomach, you could feel him start to lick down your body, making a point to leave a trail of red splotches in his wake.

when his eyes deadlock on your pussy, you can feel eren’s dick jump in his pants. he takes his thumb and pulls the hood of your vagina up, taking his sweet time in admiring your pink pussy.

he licks his lips and smirkss at you before diving head first in between your legs. his long, pink tongue swirls over your clit so gently, it makes you see stars. he licks you just like the sheet, so slowly that it takes your breath away.

he sucks gently on your clit and your hands reach down to run through his hair. your fingers wrap around the root and pull slightly, causing him to groan into your pussy.

his hand runs up your leg and you feel his middle and index finger push into your walls, gently caressing your g-spot.

by this point, your writhing so hard against the bed eren’s had to use all of his strength to restrain you with one hand. and while you knew eren could overpower you, having firsthand proof made you all the more wet.

with a few more licks to your clit, eren found you suddenly tensing up against his tongue, small body shaking and convulsing around his tongue as your orgasm overpowered your senses.

“pretty baby’s never came this hard huh? s’okay, you got somebody to handle you now. i’ll make this cunt cum everyday. my perfect girl.”

with the combination of eren’s dirty words and his gentle caresses against your nipples, it was extremely hard for you to ground yourself within reality. he was too good at sex, especially for someone as inexperienced as you.

eren finally rises and removes his jeans. his black calvin’s cling to his hips and muscular thighs as he drags you by your ankle to the edge of your couch.

he pulls down his boxers and his dick hits his stomach with a dull thud, angry red tip leaving a bit of pre where it made contact with his stomach.

he presses your legs against your body and grips his dick, hard. he runs it through your fold a few times, using the slight curve of his dick to hit your clit each time he got close. he tapped his dick against your clit a few times, and finally slipped it in.

with the two of you simultaneously gasping, eren’s grip on your hips got tighter, desperately trying to will himself to not fully sheath himself inside of you. as he slowly slipped in, he could feel your pussy twitch against him, forcing him to thumb at your clit.

“need ya to calm down baby. gonna squeeze me to death” his voice is rough and restrained, similar to his hips.

you respond, breathless and weak, “m’tryin. feel you s’deep”

his eyes flick up to yours, “oh yeah? where ya feel me baby?”

your head peaks up slightly and eren takes a look at your fucked out face. lips wet, red, and swollen, eyes watery with rosy cheeks. you were so beautiful, he never wanted to take his eyes off of you. but, he had a more pressing matter at hand.

your hand reaches down and presses on your stomach, signifying to eren where his dick is inside you. however, you choke out a moan and add onto his ever growing ego, “but i swear ren, i feel you in my throat. you’re just so - fuck - you’re so big” placing much emphasis on big.

his eyes roll into the back of his skull as he looses all composure. his hips snap relentlessly into yours, bullying his cock into your tight pussy. by this point, eren is not only lost in the feeling of your cunt, but knowing that he needs to feel you cum around him.

he keeps a hand locked onto your jaw, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. you can see how feral he is behind his eyes and it makes you gush. he’s like a wild animal and it turns you on way more than you ever imagined.

with a particular thrust, eren hits that soft spot inside of you and your legs instinctively lock around his hips. the worldless confirmation was all he needed to continue to hit that special spot inside of you. as the speed of his hips increases, he finally reaches his peak, with that familiar pulse of your pussy shortly following.

a particularly loud “fuck” leaves your mouth at the same times eren grits out your name. his hips operate on autopilot, snapping back into your cunt at a jagged pace.

once eren returns to earth, he sees the white ring of cream you left around the base of his cock. he swipes two fingers down and places them to your lips. “suck”, is all that leaves his mouth and you follow his command.

as eren slowly pulls out of you, your head lolls against the couch and you finally feel yourself catch a breath.

when eren returns, he uses a warm rag to wipe you up before helping you put your clothes back on. after he follows suit, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your room.

he sets you down and pulls back your baby pink duvet, tucking you into the blankets. you reach your hand up to him and grab his shirt sleeve, confusion and hurt dancing behind your eyes.

eren kneels beside your bed and pets your hair, “i’m not runnin out on ya y/n. i jus gotta do my job. i’ll be back once im finished, promise.” he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, and you can hear his shoes scuff against the hardwood floor as your eyes close.

however, hours later, you’re awoken to the sound of knocks at your door and your phone ringing; it’s eren.

“hello?” you answer, voice groggy from sleep.

VAMPIRE BOYFRIEND WHO ALWAYS…

Snaps a picture of your body, and particularly your breasts. He says your breasts are always so pretty, perky and bouncing every time you ride him. He finds them even prettier when he leaves small little bite marks with his fangs, and sucks hickies into your skin. He is always proud of his work and can’t help but to take a quick picture. He promises it’s only for him, and he just needs something to look at when he is stressed at work. Other than that, he won’t take any more pictures because he’s gotta take care of his princess that so badly needs him between her legs. So he’ll slide his phone back into his pocket, and rest his head between your thighs and giving you the pleasure you awfully desired. And like he promised, finding himself stressed at work, he is happy to have a picture of those beautiful breasts on his phone, so he has something to fist his cock to.

-> NANAMI, GETO, NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI, DAN HENG.

VAMPIRE BOYFRIEND WHO CAN’T

Control himself when it comes to snapping pictures of every moment. He just says he is so proud of you for taking him this well, for both his cock and his fangs digging into your flesh. He says you look so beautiful and precious and he just needs to save them for later. Watching your eyes gently tear up as he wipes away the tears and makes sure to not be too rough. You just look so beautiful, and he needs to capture the memory. He also does it to tease you, so when you are resting he shows you the pictures he has taken, and all you can do is hide your embarrassed face into his chest.

he notices you in class on monday, furiously taking notes with different colored pens, highlighters, your notes meticulously written and organized with the precision of a previous gifted kid. he grins and turns back to face the front, making note of your position and seat.

on wednesday, he’s in class early, earlier than you (which is a feat in and of itself) and plants himself in the chair beside yours, spreading out the neat looking notes he stole from armin (they’re for an entirely different class but he doesn’t think you’ll notice. you do.) to make him look like.. well, you.

you only give him a brief glance before settling down and setting up your own things, pen poised at the ready for any and all information your professor will give.

eren copies your position and takes down notes just like you. pen, highlighter, sticky notes, pen, highlighter, sticky notes, pen, highlighter, sticky notes, until the class is over, you’re packing up your things and he still hasn’t spoken a word to you.

connie and jean laugh at him when he tells them about the situation. “you actually took notes dude? for a girl?” and so on and so forth. he turns bright red in embarrassment and buries his head in his arms, briefly wondering if this whole thing is even worth it. then you walk past the coffee shop window and you’re laughing and smiling and eren almost feels like shitting his pants.

so, he continues. every class, without fail, he finds himself sitting next to you, taking notes and listening to the lecture until the end of class when you leave without a word or a glance.

it’s frustrating. can’t you tell he’s trying? so hard? some days he purposefully forgets his pen so that he can ask you for one, to which you reply, “take better care of your things yeager.” you said his last name. you know who he is. he feels his cock throb in his jeans.

absently, he notes he’s never been this invested in a conquest before. usually, he doesn’t even have to try. he just bats his pretty, long lashes, flashes them a crooked smirk, shakes his hair from his bun, and they’re putty in his hands.

you, though. you’re different.

he’s not sure what it is about you that has him so.. obsessed. he thinks about you constantly, he follows you through the quad in a hoodie so you can’t recognize who he is, he even memorizes your room number and notes where you put your spare dorm key. it’s insane, eren knows, but he just can’t. he can’t let you go.

in class, he’s barely making any progress but that’s okay. he’s willing to wait it out for you.

luckily for him, he doesn’t have to wait too long.

your american lit class is assigned a project, one that should last over the span of four weeks and your professor assigns you and eren together.

it’s like a dream come true.

you exchange phone numbers and social media accounts but you’re just as closed off in text as you are in person. he doesn’t doubt he can break your steely resolve with cute messages and charming selfies but he just wishes you’d show him a bit of the energy he gives you back.

if only just a drop.

———-//-———

it’s a tuesday night and eren is bored.

he debates on messaging armin or connie to hang out but armin is studying for his exam on criminal prosecution and connie is probably fucking his girlfriend in the back of the library. he briefly entertains the idea of hanging out with jean but the thought makes his stomach turn and a bad taste grow in his mouth. no, not him. then who?

suddenly, his eyes widen and he lunges for his phone, opening up a familiar contact and sending a text, the little gray box joining the rest of unanswered messages covering his phone screen. it isn’t enough to deter him though as he settles down for a response, a satisfied little grin on his face.

it takes much shorter than he anticipated for a text to come through, the little ping sending him scrambling and unlocking it eagerly, ready to consume whatever you have to offer.

me (8:39p): hey!!!!! what r u doin????? i’m bored :(

literature baddie <3 (9:08p): Homework. Like you should be doing.

me (9:09p): hw is so lammmmeeee ;((((

me (9:12p): come hang out w me!!!!! :D i’m a lot of fun promise :))))))

literature baddie <3 (9:19p): I’m not leaving my bed.

me (9:20p): thennnnnnn

me (9:21p): can i come over?????

eren waits with bated breath for the response - most of him realizes the chances of you actually saying yes are slim to none but.. he feels good about this. maybe, his work is finally paying off and he’ll have you in his grasp, just like he wanted all along.

the phone pings. he jumps.

literature baddie <3 (9:32): Door’s open.

euphoria overtakes him. holy fucking shit, you actually said yes. he leaps out of bed and pulls on his most flattering pair of gray sweats (they frame his dick print just right), pocketing his phone and then darting out the door.

being incredibly eager, he doesn’t realize you never told him your dorm building or room number and he definitely shouldn’t know where it is, but he can’t let this opportunity pass. he practically runs to your building across campus, arriving at your door with a sheen of sweat across his skin and a pretty pink flush over his face.

before he can even knock though, you open the door, clad in only an oversized tee shirt and fuzzy socks, your gaze sharp and searching as you pull him in.

everything is moving so fast, so fast that he doesn’t notice this.. alertness about you, this aura that you’ve never shown him before. you’re always meek in class, quiet, but this is so not that.

you stalk around him, like a predator to its prey, before stopping by the foot of your bed, arms crossed across your chest and a dark look in your eyes.

“you’re a fuckin creep, you know that yeager?”

…what?

you - you know? his heart stops in his chest and he debates running for the door but when he sees your face - hungry, feral - suddenly, eren wants to see where this goes.

he gulps before shaking his head in denial despite knowing good and well he’d crossed the threshold of “normal” a long, long time ago. he knows you know it too, judging by the disbelieving scoff you let out, your head tilting to the side as you stare him down.

“and now you’re lying to me. pathetic.” you shake your head in disapproval and the sight makes eren want to drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness but - but that isn’t what he does. that isn’t who he is. he’s the one who makes girls cry, he’s the one who laughs a little too long and a little too condescendingly at someone confessing to him.

who do you think you are? fucking with the eren yeager? he’ll never bend to your will, not even if his life is on the line. (distantly, he recognizes that this anger welling up inside him was absolutely your intention, if your smirk is anything to go by, but he’s getting too pissed to care.)

it’s his turn to scoff, stepping up closer to you. “i’m pathetic?” he laughs, patronizing, and takes another step. “you’re the bitch who invited me over in the first place. what, were you hoping you’d get a taste of my cock? well newsflash,” — another step — “only good girls get the pleasure of me giving them the best dicking of their lives. and let’s not kid ourselves. we both know,” — he leans in to whisper in your ear — “you’re not fucking good.”

eren pulls away, a satisfied smirk crossing his lips but it falters when he takes in your expression. you look like you’re about to burst into laughter - your eyebrows are raised, you’re biting your lower lip and you look like you took none of that seriously, his ego taking a massive hit.

your grin widens as his falls. “are you done? feel better about yourself now that you’ve put up a fight?” you ask, voice dripping in sugar coated condescension. when he doesn’t respond, you nod a little to yourself, lifting your hand to pat him on the cheek just on the right side of hard, leaving his cheek stinging as you pull away.

“good.” you move from his front to walk around his body, your eyes sharp and appraising as you look him over. eren stays still, body taut and thrumming with unresolved anger but he doesn’t think he’s ever been harder in his life. you finally come back to your first spot directly in front of him and you cock your head in his direction, seemingly coming to a decision.

“here’s what’s going to happen: i am going to give you the best orgasm of your life, you are going to leave and we will never, ever talk again. you’ll stop following me, stop talking to my friends about me,” —how did you even know about that?—“and you will change classes so i won’t see have to see your disgusting ass during my week. am i understood?”

despite your harsh words, eren nods eagerly at your terms. honestly? he believes the whole situation is a net positive - he gets to sleep with a hot girl (who is, yeah, admittedly really fucking mean but he’s leaking pre in his boxers so it’s still a positive) and he doesn’t even have to worry about you trying to date him after it’s over.

it’s the best case scenario, one that already has him pulling down his sweats and boxers, his fat, leaking cock springing free and hitting his abdomen. he hisses at the feeling of the cool air sweeping over the head of his tip, his hand wrapping around it and pumping it gently while his hips jerk in tandem, eyes sliding to half mast.

he knows he looks good naked, knows he looks even better jerking off but you look wholly unimpressed, sitting down at the foot of your bed, still fully dressed and playing on your phone. he’s not expecting the way his cock jumps in his hand at the sight of your obvious inattention but that familiar anger wells up alongside the arousal, his hand reaching out to snatch up your phone and tossing it back on your bed.

you look up at him, pissed, and pride wells up in his chest. he moves forward to taunt you, to rub it in your face that he finally got a reaction out of you but you stand back up to face him, slapping his own hand away from his cock and replacing it with your own. his hips push his length into your loose fist with a sharp moan, his arms wrapping around your shoulders to hold him up at the new sensations zapping down his spine.

in this new position, your lips are positioned right by his ear, giving you the perfect position to whisper things that he never imagined would make his legs shake and whines escape. “you just wanted my attention, is that it? wanted someone to fuck you up like you deserved? like the slut you are? no one else could do this to you like i can, no one.”

he knows you’re right, of course you’re right, and the thought that he might never get this again makes him sob out, his cock frantically chasing your hand that’s rapidly jerking him off. eren feels his hands gripping a little too hard at your arms, fingers digging into your skin, and you stop. you fucking stop. you tighten your grip at the base of his dick to hold him off (yes, he was close already) and he chokes on a cry.

you let go of his now purpling cock, leaving it bobbing, before maneuvering out of his grip. you ignore his babbles and pleas to walk behind him and push him onto your bed stomach first, his erection hitting the cool, soft sheets beneath him with a gasp.

eren doesn’t know what you’re going to do to him, his confusion and arousal only intensifying when you position yourself behind him, dragging his lower body up by his hips so that he’s presenting for you.

it’s humiliating - his cock hangs hard and heavy in between his thighs while his hole clenches like it knows it’s being watched. no one has ever - he’s never even thought of putting anything up.. there and he definitely wasn’t planning on it anytime soon but..

he tries to lift himself up on shaky arms and protest but he’s stopped by your palm at the back of his head, slamming his face down into your pillows. he gasps but can’t breathe, your cotton pillowcase pressed flush against his nose and his eyes squeezed shut.

you laugh at his sputtering before lifting your palm from his head and walking back to where his ass is raised and on display, your hand coming to slap the twitching hole, making his entire body jump and lurch forward. he moans, loud, long and unexpected - why did that feel so good? but as most good things with you, it didn’t last.

he listens to you rummaging around behind him before hearing a very deliberate shuttering sound - a photo, the flash briefly illuminating his tan skin. his eyes widen in fear and he tries to sit up again, a choked, “w-what-?” leaving his lips but you ignore it, ignore him, to slap at one of his asscheeks. hard.

it stings but his cock isn’t going soft - it’s getting impossibly harder - and it’s disorienting. eren is confused, hard, humiliated and most of all, afraid, a cocktail of emotions that he’s never felt before and that make it nearly impossible to move, impossible to escape.

but does he even want to?

eren doesn’t have time to examine that thought process because before he knows it, the wet, warm slide of your tongue makes its way over his furled hole. you lap at it, make it loud, messy, and he can feel your spit slipping down between his cheeks and dripping down his balls.

it’s a little gross but it feels so fuckin good, he doesn’t even care you now have a picture of him like this, exposed for you, to use as you please. all he’s focused on is your tongue pressing past the rim of his ass, the feeling of you stretching him open - even just a little - making his arms buckle beneath him and his mind race.

he knows you said this would be the only interaction like this the two of you would have but eren can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have you inside him, fucking him hard and deep, using him how you want and absolutely destroying him.

that thought - one of your cock pressing inside him, inch by agonizing fucking inch - sends him hurtling towards the edge, a puddle of precum steadily leaking from him pooling on the sheets beneath him as he babbles anything he can get past his lips.

“o-oh god, please - fuckin please, l-let me cum, fuckfuckfuck, wanna c-cum for you - all for y-you-”

you laugh meanly against his hole, the feeling vibrating through him and making his eyes roll back harshly. his whole body is trembling with the weight of his arousal and his need to cum and thankfully, you choose to grant his wish.

you pull away briefly - making him sob out a whine - only to push two fingers into his loosened, sloppy hole. “look at you, dirty fucking slut. cum, cum right fucking now.”

your words, in tandem with your fingers zeroing in on his prostate and pressing against it, has him cumming immediately, his orgasm crashing over him and overwhelming him, his cock releasing spurt after spurt of cum onto your blankets.

it’s electric and consuming, his body taut and shaking with its strength, while you finger him through it (a kindness he knew you didn’t have to, and wouldn’t afford him again), carefully bringing him down to collapse face down on your bed, to fall asleep in a pool of his own jizz.

he’s never passed out from an orgasm before but he can’t bring himself to mind when he wakes up, loose-limbed and pleasantly relaxed. eren cringes a little at the stickiness accompanied with the copious amounts of cum he’d spilled on your sheets only the night before but ultimately ignores it. nothing could bring his mood down, not even the lack of your presence.

eren sighs and moves to clean himself up and get dressed before you return but something on the nightstand catches his eye. it’s the picture you took of him, his back arched and darkened rim on display, asscheeks red and splotchy from your attack on them and his cock heavy and hanging between his thighs.

it’s unexpectedly hot and his length gives a little interested twitch against his thigh, heat curling in his belly. there’s clearly no time for that now though, so he folds it carefully and places it in his phone case, only to recognize another piece of paper, strategically placed by your lamp.

his eyebrows furrow in confusion as he picks it up, unfolding it and reading over it carefully. it’s a class transfer form, already filled out in your clean, clear handwriting, just awaiting his signature at the bottom left.

despite himself, a grin spreads across his lips. now faced with the prospect, with the very idea of never seeing you again, he knows it’s not gonna happen. eren has you, and now that he does, he’s not going to let you go.

the cum dries sticky on his inner thighs. he signs the dotted line. he smiles.

"can't believe we've never done this before." you said, sinking comfortably in your pillows.

eren nodded, the almost finished joint between his lips.

"and I can't believe the first time you smoked wasn't with me." he sighed, shaking his head.

"I know, I know, I already told you I was sorry!" you apologized again, and he simply hummed.

you took advantage of this moment of silence to observe him, or rather admire him. he was so good looking, he always had been. you couldn't remember a time when you didn't have a crush on him. with his long brown hair and his emerald eyes, you couldn't take your eyes off him. he was so pretty with all these rings adorning his fingers, and his silver chain always hanging around his neck.

you were so mesmerized by eren yeager...

"are you serious ?" eren laughed, picking the vibrator hidden under one of your pillows.

in normal circumstances you would have died of embarrassment right here and now, but the smoke of the joint was tickling your brain and altering your senses, you saw him holding the sex toy and just shrugged.

"what about it ? I just need to relieve myself sometimes."

eren carefully listened to what you were saying, shamelessly manipulating the toy in his hands.

"what do you think about when you use it ?" he asked, staring at your face from where you were sitting with your legs crossed.

your eyes went blank for a few seconds, feeling a bittersweet irony considering who was asking this question. him, the fruit of your desires, the person you always had in mind when you were touching yourself.

again, in normal circumstances you would have tried to change the topic of conversation, call him a pervert, throw a pillow against his face and say it's none of his business, anything to get out of this awkward situation. but instead, you looked at him dead in the eye, confidently revealing him your secret.

"I think about you most of the time." you said.

for a few seconds, both of you stayed silent, then eren smirked, still holding the toy.

"can I try it on you please ?" he asked, his eyes red because of the joint he smoked a while ago.

"what ? no way…" you laughed, still laying on your bed.

you felt him get on top of you, resting his chin on your chest with a lazy smile.

"c'mon... pleeeeeease, it's going to be fun…"

you sighed but didn't say anything, and he smiled wickedly.

"first I want to try it on your tits…" he whispered, shifting so he was now resting on his elbow while he lifted your shirt with his other hand.

"mmmh... better get them ready." he mumbled, and you gasped when he put his warm mouth on your chest.

circling his tongue around your nipple while rubbing the other one with his fingers, he sucked on your tits for a while, licking them, sometimes biting them too, earning a whine from you, making him smile.

once your tits were wet enough to his taste he turned the vibrator on, experimentally passing it along the curves of your chest. your breathe got heavier, and eren was watching with genuine curiosity the way you were reacting to his touches.

he finally put the vibrator on your nipples and your back immediately arched, the overwhelming stimulation tickling your senses. your tits were all perked up now, and eren couldn't resist pinching one of your nipples while torturing the other one with the vibrator.

for him, you were so fucking hot right now, laying on your back, him on top of you, both completely comfortable with each other, and you letting him do whatever the fuck he wanted to do with your wonderful body.

this feeling, as overwhelming as it was, wasn't enough to satisfy the ache that was quickly building up in your lower stomach, and you found yourself trying to rub your needy pussy against eren's thigh.

"do you need more princess ?" he teased, his mouth slowly tracing your collarbone.

"yes, please eren !"

he smiled, but only gave you a kiss on the throat, his hands still toying with your tits. he might never see you like this again, so he took his chance to make it last.

"beg me some more." he ordered, and this time he kissed your jaw.

"who do you think you are ?" you laughed, not taking him seriously.

"I'm the one holding the toy for now, so do as I say before I change my mind."

eren would never change his mind right now, but it was still convincing for your slightly high mind. so you did as he said, your hands running through his messy hair while he was still kissing your jaw and neck.

"please, I need you eren, touch me please…"

he noted in a corner of his head that if there were to be a second time, he would train you to beg better, but for now, that would be enough, he was himself too impatient anyway, and with a smooth movement he removed your pants.

"get over here, I want to take a close look at you." he ordered again, turning the vibrator off and giving your thigh a light slap.

"this is so embarrassing…" you shamefully said, moving so your back was now resting against the pillows.

ignoring your comment, eren didn't waste any time, grabbing your inner thighs, squeezing them in his hands and giving them a few kisses.

"don't play all innocent now, you basically admitted that you wanted me to fuck you, you should stop worrying your pretty little head about silly things, besides…"

he stared down at you as you offered him the satisfying sight of your wet panties.

"you look so fucking beautiful right now…" he whispered, and you could feel the grip of his hands tightening.

you felt your heart rush to your face and your breathing get heavier as you looked away from his warm gaze. eren was always so intense, his piercing green eyes could see right through your soul, or at least it was the impression they gave to you. you almost let out a disappointed whine when you saw him getting the vibrator closer to your clothed cunt.

you couldn't care less about the toy now, as good as it could make you feel, you wanted eren's hands on you. but you preferred not to misbehave and you let him place the toy on your needy pussy.

without any warning he turned it on, sending vibrations into your core, your legs immediately starting to shake because of the sudden stimulation.

"you're so sensitive, even through your panties." eren observed, like a scientist taking notes on his experience.

you whimpered, your hands holding on the sheets of your bed. you couldn't break so embarrassingly fast, so you tried to calm the rhythm of your beating heart, closing your eyes in the process.

but you didn't let them close for too long, feeling eren tugging at your panties, adding a new friction to the already overwhelming sensation.

you cried out his name, your back arching while he was still playing with your pussy, rubbing the round vibrator against your clothed clit.

"you're gonna cum princess ?" he asked, taking your chin in his free hand to force you to look at him.

you shook your head no but eren only smiled, seeing the tears in the corner of your eyes said enough. this time you let out a loud moan, trying to hold eye contact with him as he finally tossed your panties to the side, allowing the burning sensation to become even more intense.

you felt yourself clenching around nothing and your clit pulsing against the toy and for a minute you almost passed out. your vision was hazy but you could see eren smiling, turning the toy off.

"you're such a mess, you even drooled a bit." he laughed softly while you were slowly coming back to earth.

he wiped the drool off your chin and before you could say anything his mouth was on yours, his body leaning against your own.

"I should have probably started with that." he whispered in-between the kiss.

your hands slid on the sides of his neck, a few strands of his brown hair tickling your fingers as you pulled him closer to you to deepen the kiss.

"the toy had its fun, now it's my turn." he said, getting even closer, and you gasped when you felt his warm hand on your now extremely sensitive pussy.

"please…" you begged, impatient to feel his touch.

he smiled, slipping two fingers inside you with ease.

"if I had known how desperate you were I would have made a move sooner."

"do you really like me ?" you asked, glossy eyes looking up at him expectantly.

he smiled, giving your clit a loving stroke and your cheek a tender kiss.

"I've been wanting you for so fucking long princess." he confessed while pumping his long fingers inside your warm pussy.

you whimpered again, and it was only now that you noticed his hard erection behind his pants. the fact that he wanted this as much as you did gave you butterflies, and a familiar pressure came back in your lower stomach. now, all you could do was moan his name, pretty eyes looking at his face in an almost adoring way while he was fucking you with his fingers.

a few tears appeared in the corner of your eyes once again, and eren moved his hand faster, observing the way you were reacting to his touches to keep giving you pleasure.

"eren, I'm... I'm gonna…"

he didn't let you the time to finish, kissing your lips while you were cumming on his fingers, the brown-haired man whimpering at the sensation.

"good... you did so fucking good for me." he praised against your lips, breaking the kiss to give you time to catch your breath.

he brought his soaking wet hand to his mouth, licking your juices as if it was the most precious nectar in the whole world.

"fucking delicious…" he whispered, more for him than for you.

you blinked at the sight of him on top of you, his hair, originally tied up into a bun, was now falling all over his face, his green eyes devouring your naked body, and his silver jewels were shining in the dark light of your bedroom, he looked like a god.

"I can't believe what just happened…" you said in disbelief, ignoring the fast beating of your heart.

"and it's far from being over baby." eren said, leaning on you to kiss your lips again, and this time you tasted yourself on the tip on his tongue.

he's a fucking god you thought to yourself while letting him take control of your body.

“ ‘Ren!—Eren, okaaayy! Ooh, you win!”

crying out in a fussy huff as your once best friend turned lover hovered the entirety of his six foot three slender frame towered over yours. A firm grip from both hands keeping your feet pent back near your head and your legs wide open..perfect for him to fuck you as he saw fit. How exactly had you landed yourself in such a position? Well..

“I know. I always do, baby. So I don’t know why you play like I can’t handle your fine ass..talking about ‘you don’t even know what to do with me’…out ‘your fucking mind. And I told you to stop tryna’ run because you’re not going anywhere. Take this fucking dick like a good girl. You can do that, can’t you?”

once again, silly banter ensued between you two and he yet again, had to prove you wrong. It wasn’t long after he had exited basketball practice and an intense workout; still pent up with energy and plenty of arousal..especially after you sent him some rather salacious messages. The two of you weren’t certain if you were ready to put a label on things but you were damn sure having a ball engaging in activities that couples would. Like calling one another pet names, even around other people. This time, he just so happened to be changing in front of his two closest homeboys when you FaceTimed…fresh out the shower, wrapped in a towel and looking good as fuck! The thoughts that ran through his head were not ones that he should have around other people. He had to all but restrain himself from getting hard right there in that locker room. And you didn’t make matters worse when he got to his car and you had sent him nudes. “I’m at practice right now, mama, I gotta call you back.” Videos of you playing with that pretty pussy, telling him to come stretch you out instead. Taunting him with mentions of being too tired to handle you. Watching cream drip all down those fingers..and the sound of wetness while that sexy voice moaned his name and called him daddy? You had to pay for that! So he cleared up any confusion when he stopped by your apartment, keys still in hand when you strutted out in nothing more than an anklet, white painted toes and a bonnet. Dropping to your knees to devour his dick where he stood. Spitting, slurping and sucking him off as if you lacked a gag reflex. He couldn’t believe how nasty you got for him..it was treatment he could get used to! Which in turn, swiftly got you hoisted up in the air and fucked into oblivion, right there in that living room. Only now, he was getting his lick back for your earlier commentary.

“You so deep in this fucking pussy, daddy…I—I’m sorrryyy.”

attempting to tap at his abs and push him away.. to which he’d only laugh, slapping it out of the way with minimal force because you were so depleted. He’d slow down his thrusts just a tad because maybe he had been fucking your shit up. But you weren’t done yet, he was sure and neither was he. You were going to eat your words. Slowly circling that clit with his thumb pad, he’d coo to you with the other palm on your cheek, finally releasing the grip on your legs..

“Yeah? You’re sorry? Afraid I can’t accept that, pretty girl…imma need you to come for me at least two more times before I can forgive you..”

it was in that moment that you realized what type of demon you were truly messing with! Leaning down, he’d spit into your slippery folds and keep pumping that cock in and out. “Oh my God, I can’t stand youuuu..shit!” Laughing as you glared up at one another, laughing and enjoying the moment. But you weren’t getting let off of the hook so easily!