reconstructing - 2022.

imagine being able to convince Eren’s stubborn self into putting on a pretty lil’ pencil skirt. the length rests above his knees and has a deep slit on the left thigh. your ultimate fantasy is dressing up your boyfriend in a slutty skirt— one so short that it leaves not a thing to the imagination, his dick practically peeking through.

he wouldn’t dare admit it, but with his slim hips being hugged by the skimpy skirt and his long dark hair brushed all nice and neat, he feels so fucking pretty. you coo at him, your pretty boy, with the brightest grin and a sparkle of arousal in your eyes.

when you press a kiss to his cheek and hug him tight, he feels himself melt underneath your touch. soon enough, after a good few minutes of making out, lacing your fingers within his lengthy hair, and ruining the sweet ‘n pink strawberry lip gloss he applied to his soft lips, he’s officially turned on. he groans low, cock stiffening underneath that cute skirt of his. it’s painfully obvious, too— there’s a suggestive bulge tenting underneath the scanty fabric, and his skirt seems significantly shorter now.

“fuck, babe, stop looking…” he utters, tugging at the hem of the skirt with his thick brows furrowed, cheeks dusted pink. you set a hand on his broad chest and flash him a glossy smile, toying with the spaghetti straps of his crop top. loads of precum is already spilling from Ere’s sensitive tip, wetting his shaft and making a mess of his inner thighs and balls. when you reach your unoccupied hand under the cloth and firmly wrap your eager fingers around his throbbing cock, he just can’t find it in himself to stifle his dulcet ‘n needy moans.

Well, that was unexpected