#dilf!eren

you huffed as you continued watering your flowers when his voice took you out of your focus, “the hell is that?” one of your villagers was standing in front of his character.

you rolled your eyes, “eren that’s my villager. don’t make fun of them!” he turned to you before hitting the villager with his net, making you gasp and meet his gaze. he had a playful look on his face before he laughed and sighed, putting the controller down. he stood up from the couch and stretched, rubbing his eyes, “‘m tired, baby.”

you smiled up at him, “m’kay, i’ll be there after i finish.” he let out a yawn as he nodded and planted a kiss on your nose, heading to the bedroom.

….

finishing up your island chores, you went to meet eren in the room. you quietly walked in, seeing the bright light and hearing the voices from the t.v fill the room. eren was already asleep, buried to his neck under the covers. you giggled at the sight as you slid in the bed, being careful not to wake him.

you were honestly far from tired, the irrepressible ache between your legs keeping you awake. sometimes you thought there was something wrong with you— being so needy all the time. you already had him yesterday, the day before, and even the day before that- still, you couldn’t get enough. you turned to the side, facing his sleeping figure. a feeling of guilt swept through you for waking him up. he looked so serene. head lolled to the side and brown locks draped across the white pillow as his chest evenly rose up and down.

you bit your lip as you softly placed your palm on his cheek, feeling the prickly hairs on your skin. you spoke delicately, “eren?” letting your thumb slide across his cheekbone. you saw his eyebrows scrunch up a little as he turned his face into your touch. you gently smiled at the sight, “eren, wake up.”

eyes fluttering open, he was met with your gaze and spoke in a deep, raspy voice, “what’s wrong?” the way he sounded only made you want him more.

it almost took him by surprise when you snuck your hand under his shirt, but you had a look in your eye that he knew all too well. you didn’t have to say anything for him to know. he turned on his side, facing you and running his hand along your arm, “tell me what you want, love.”

“need your cock, eren,” you told him before he sat against the headboard, patting his lap. with your face squished into the soft blankets, your ass was on his lap. with half-lidded eyes he stared at you— raking over every part your body, seeing the dips and curves that he loved so much.

he chuckled and sighed, “god, you’re such a whore for my cock aren’t you? using it everyday like it’s your little toy… even waking me up at this hour for it.” his hands settled at your waist, near the elastic band of your pretty pink thong. he played with the band, snapping it against your skin, allowing you to feel the sting for just a moment before rubbing over your hot skin with his hands.

“it’s almost pathetic isn’t it, baby?” he finished and looked your body over once more, his eyes settling on the swell of your ass.

he quirked an eyebrow when you didn’t respond, “isn’t it?” you felt so helpless and exposed, almost unable to form a thought of your own. you shamefully nodded your head and whimpered, “yeah, daddy.” he smirked, and let out a satisfied hum at your response.

he popped the elastic once more before prying your sticky panties from your cunt, “but it’s alright, baby. daddy loves his pathetic little whore.” the words were falling out of his mouth as he observed your cute wet cunt.

he spanked you a few times, watching how your ass jiggled and your pussy clenched. he chuckled as you cried out for him, writhing around, trying to get away. he laid his arm around your waist, keeping you in place.

“look at that… so wet, yeah?” he cooed, staring at how soaked you were from his hits, swiping his fingers up and down, then placing them in his mouth for a taste, “so fuckin’ good, baby, fuck.” he guided his spit covered fingers back to your pussy, plunging them in, making you let out a drawn out whine.

“daddy’s fingers make you feel so full, don’t they, baby?” he spoke, receiving a moan in response. you were lost in bliss— the pure satisfaction he gave you every time was unmatched.

he took his fingers out of your hole, making your eyebrows furrow, “daddy?” you were suddenly being pulled towards the edge of the bed, “on your knees, baby,” he demanded while pulling his cock out and taking a second to admire your form. he always thought you were so pretty and perfect for him. like you were made just for him and him for you.

while stroking his fat cock, eren used a hand to spread your ass and expose your pussy. he slid the tip up and down your slit, sometimes slapping it against your clit, teasing you. you wiggled a little, trying to get him inside, “don’t tease me, daddy,” you mewled with a pout. he chuckled and spanked you again, “daddy’s gonna help you, love. just be patient.” he loved to tease you; make you eager for more until you were left begging for him like a needy little puppy.

he slowly eased into you, making your mouth fall open. if he didn’t have any self-control, he would have came already— your pussy was hugging him so tight, barely letting him move. he was positive you could feel every little vein decorating his shaft. and you could— you could feel it all, even every little tremor that only made your walls flutter around him.

he pulled himself in and out, gradually moving faster and faster as your hole got used to him. he groaned, driving into you, “is daddy’s dick making you feel good, baby?”

“mhmm! you’re so good, daddy!” you wailed as he fucked into you hard, grabbing your ass and spanking you as it jiggled with each thrust. eren’s favorite thing was to watch you beneath him. watching his pretty little girl look so fucked out. his pretty little girl who was always so eager to take what he gave you.

the thought spurred him on more and he plunged into you harder, faster, deeper. soon he was cumming, letting you feel the warmth in your pussy. you reached your climax at the same time, your weak knees giving up, making you collapse onto the mattress.

you rolled over to see his face hovering above yours, already smiling at you with adoration. you let your arms wrap around his neck and pull him down, connecting your lips to his. it was a kiss so breathless. one that left you wanting more.

“need more, daddy,” you suddenly said, pawing at his chest, desperately craving him. it felt like the more he gave you, the more you wanted- almost like a drug. the way the small puffs of air escaped his mouth, the way his muscles rippled under his skin, the way he made you feel- it was all just so good.

there you were, yet again, being a needy little whore for his cock, only proving his earlier statement true.

you just couldn’t help yourself.

as if they had a mind of their own, your hands inched towards his cock, softly caressing. he hissed and stopped your hand, “baby, ’s too much. ‘m getting old you know,” he finished with a chuckle.

you pouted at his words, “but daddy…” he marveled at how you looked up at him with such expectant eyes- just waiting for him to sink his cock into your cunt and make you cream around it all over again. he cursed himself for being so weak around you, always giving you what you wanted, never able to put his foot down.

and this time wasn’t any different.

eyebrows furrowed, he slowly guided his sensitive cock inside of your oozing cunt, then back out again— the all too familiar sight of your wet hole drowning his cock greeting him. he was overstimulated in every sense of the word- feeling you, hearing you, tasting you. Even just seeing your pretty pussy and the smell of sex surrounding him- it was all too much.

now he was the one that needed more. he found himself ramming into your poor pussy, going faster and faster, chasing his release again.

you could see it in his face- his furrowed brows, his labored breaths, and sloppy thrusts- that he was going to cum soon. you chanted, “thank you, daddy,” over and over again, all other thoughts drowned by the sheer amount of pleasure that was washing over you.

he spoke hoarsely, “fuck, baby… you want daddy to stuff you full of his cum?”

mind hazy from the thought of his seed inside, you whimpered, “please” over and over again until he came, begging him for it.

he let out a low, guttural moan as he came, his dick sliding in and out of your sloppy cunt, pushing his seed deep inside. he was so desperate. so, so desperate to satiate your desires.

you felt your lips curl into a smile at the feeling. it made you feel so warm inside, “mmm thank you, daddy.” he smiled as he pulled his dick out and pushed your legs up and together to your chest, showcasing your filled cunt to him. using his fingers, he caressed your puffy pussy, making sure his cum stuck.

he hummed, “feel better now, love?” you nodded and giggled, very satisfied, “mhmm,” as you let him take you under the covers, holding you tight.

xxx

Ezra, who just woke up because a pesky pest slammed his bedroom door open, groaned. His messed-up hair and unwashed face are a sight not meant for the weak of heart. He’s one of the people in this family who cleaned up nicely and if someone outside of this band of circus people sees him in this state, he’s going to be pissed off. Only a freshman in high school, Ezra earned the title of one of the popular students, mostly because of his dashing looks that can make a girl’s heart melt. He takes pride in inheriting all of your features but he doesn’t take pride in being related to little shits who ruin his sleep cycle.

“Couldn’t you guys pick a better time? This is too early for me. I didn’t—”

“You didn’t even complete your eight-hour sleep — we get it, Ez,” Caspian, the said pesky pest who barged into Ezra’s room at five-thirty in the morning, drawls. “Stop being such a prissy prince for once.”

Sometimes, Ezra just wishes he was an only child. It’s harsh but it’s a thought one gets when they live with one golden child and one special nutcase. Where does he fit with all this? Of course, the one who’s supposed to support his baby brothers. He doesn’t admit it but he cares about them. Ezra just shows his affection to his brothers in a completely different way — by criticizing them too much. He means well though. But there are times when he tackles Caspian to the floor or smacks the back of Aran’s head. He times it correctly so that you’re not there to witness it.

Ezra turns to Caspian. “Stop calling me a prissy prince, you little shit.”

The twelve-year-old boy picks up a bowl of berries. “Then stop acting like one.”

“You know, you’re the one making me lose my composure every damn time! Why not be a normal kid for once!”

“I am a normal kid!”

“I’m going to call you that once you stop watching those weird-ass documentaries about those fucking human evolutions you see on YouTube!”

Caspian gasps. “They’re not weird!”

“Yes, it is!” Ezra runs his hand through his hair, tousling it some more. Now, he looks like he was electrocuted. “Who in their right mind would imagine humans as tiles of flesh with a single eye and a slit for a mouth? No one!”

“It’s called having an imagination, Ez,” Caspian retorts haughtily. He looks like Eren when the latter wanted to join the military when he was the same age as the kid. “Clearly you don’t have one.”

“I’m being reasonable here. If only you watch some real documentaries on that site, then, I’ll stop.”

“Those are boring.”

“But they can get you to high school and if you’re lucky, maybe college!” Ezra slices the lettuce so aggressively that it echoes around the quiet first floor.

“You two,” Aran dangerously mutters, “please stop fighting.”

“Okay.”

The two boys follow.

They know not to mess with Aran, especially if he takes charge in the kitchen. Despite looking more like Eren, he inherited your sterner streak. His bone structure may be nearly their father’s copy but his attitude and demeanor is a hundred percent yours, which radiates in every single thing that he does. With both of the parents out of the house most of the day, Aran usually cooks and packs everyone’s lunch, including yours and Eren’s. He developed a love for cooking after waking up in the middle of the night to you cooking one of your cravings when you were pregnant with Caspian. Ever since then, he watched you in his high chair, sometimes handing you fruits and vegetables that weren’t even needed for the meals that you cook yet taking them appreciatively so as not to deflate his precious excitement.

Right now, he directs his brothers where the ingredients should go or how much they should add.

“Please, don’t put more than a pinch of salt, Cassie. We don’t want a repeat of last year’s Christmas.”

“Ez, stir it like this. Don’t overbeat the pancake batter.”

“Why are you adding fruits into the scrambled eggs, Cassie?”

“Just add a little bit more vinaigrette, Ez.”

The other two don’t even complain because they know not to ruin their dad’s breakfast. The last time Eren ate something of their own cooking, he missed a day of work because of food poisoning. Never again.

“Hey, Ran, the salad is ready to be plated—”

A thud upstairs cut Ezra off, the three boys now looking up the ceiling, each of them deciphering what’s the cause of the abrupt sound.

“Did that come from Mom and Dad’s room?” Caspian voices out their collective thoughts.

Another thud echoes through the silent house. Then, a groan. Their house is decent-sized and the walls are not that thin but when it’s the crack of dawn and everyone’s still in their beds, a small noise can still be heard. So, it’s not a surprise that the three hear it loud and clear.

Aran scrunches his nose in concern. “Did Dad fall from their bed?”

They stop their tasks to anticipate the next sound and true enough, a series of thuds follows soon after.

“Are they fighting there?” Caspian once again asks innocently. “That’s concerning.”

“Yeah, concerning,” Ezra trails off, having suspicions about the truth behind the sounds. He is in high school after all. He’s heard tons of stories revolving around that. He hopes that’s not the case here. His eyes are wide as he plates the salad while Aran still looks up at the ceiling with furrowed brows. “Don’t mind the noise. I’m sure it will stop,” Ezra drones with robotic movements. The noise continues the second he ends his sentence.

“I’m pretty sure it’s nothing to worry about,” Aran supplies with a reassuring half-smile at the youngest.

“Yeah, because if it is, then Dad’s birthday will be ruined,” Caspian pouts.

“Uh-huh,” Ezra agrees in that blank tone.

“What’s gotten into you?” Aran asks him.

Ezra looks up with raised eyebrows. “Nothing, nothing. Just worrying about my biology test next meeting.” There’s no biology test next meeting. He’s lying. His brothers are innocent and pure human beings. Sure, Aran is in his last year of middle school and Cassie’s a first-year middle schooler in the same school but they’re too sheltered in Ezra’s opinion. Sometimes, Ezra has to prevent them from watching R-rated movies or too graphic books. He likes his brothers oblivious. He wants it to stay that way. “Let’s just finish plating this up and we’re on our way upstairs. Cassie, get the bed tray.” Again, a thud makes his eye twitch. “I swear to God,” he murmurs.

Caspian, who’s never called Cassie by his eldest brother, stares at him in disbelief.

“Just get it, Cassie,” Aran coaxes.

The boy does what he’s told.

With a plate of scrambled eggs, a stack of fluffy pancakes, a bowl of salad, and fruits on the side, the trio of brothers go up the stairs. Aran is holding a pitcher of juice while Caspian holds two empty glasses at the back of the group. When they’re in front of their parents’ door, they all share a glance, two painted in excitement while one in wariness.

“Okay, on three, I’ll open the door and we’ll shout ‘Happy birthday, Dad’,” Aran instructs with a grin.

Caspian nods eagerly and adorably while Ezra grunts with a scowl.

“One, two, three!”

“Happy birthday, Dad—!”

It’s the most horrid thing they witnessed in their lifespan. The breakfast falls on the floor, followed by a cacophony of screams and shouts.

“Shit!”

“Eren, I told you to install a lock on the door!”

“I’m sorry, baby, I forgot!”

“Oh, my God! Cassie, cover your eyes!” Aran scrambles for the real baby of the family.

“I knew it! I should’ve told these two!” Ezra yells, heatedly pointing a figure at you and Eren, their naked parents.

“Disgusting!”

“I need bleach for my eyes and my mind. I think I’m traumatized now.” Ezra pulls on both of his brother’s arms, racing down the stairs.

“Were they wrestling?” Caspian asks. “Ooh, can I join them?”

“NO!” Both older brothers whirl to shout the syllable in Caspian’s face.

“Okay, geez, don’t get all so worked up.”

“Fuck, where are the keys to the car?” Ezra shuffles the number of keys in the tray by the front door.

“It’s not there?” Aran whispers, a shocked expression still on his face. Both of his hands firmly grip Caspian’s shoulders.

You hastily stand up from your shared bed, the sheet decently covering your body (you hope), before going out of the room. Your hair is a mess but you hardly care because your babies just caught you in the most embarrassing state of your lifetime — cowgirling your husband in the midst of a climax. Now, your face burns at the memory. And it’s not the type that fills you with butterflies. You ignore Eren’s call from your room, your body leaning forward on the handrail. You know he’s going to emerge from the door so you still plead, “Sweethearts, please let’s just talk about this! I think it’s about time we give you the lecture. Can you three listen to Mommy for one second and stop panicking?” You see Ezra madly grinning at the car keys in his hand, almost as if it’s a salvation from all the trauma he’s gained this morning. “Put down the car keys, Ezra!”

“I won’t!” Ezra replies, looking up at you from the first floor. “And I don’t think I’m calling you Mommy anymore! Who knows what kinky shit you and Dad are on about!” Oh, how he wants to erase his memory. He swears he can still hear his father’s voice saying, “Let’s bring in a girl this time, okay, Mommy?” He shudders in pure horror.

You groan and you feel Eren wrap a comforting arm around your waist. He presses his chest on your back, holding up the sheet from flashing your front to your children again. “It’s not what you think, kiddos! If you step out of this house, you’re going to regret it!”

“Don’t use that line on us, Dad!” Aran shouts. “We just saw Mom’s chest and you tell us that it’s not what we think?! Are you okay?! And what are you going to do, traumatize us some more?”

“I think they’re sumo wrestling.” Caspian looks at you and Eren with a bright glint in his eyes. “Aren’t you, Mom, Dad?”

Eren stops. “Uh—”

“Yeah, sumo wrestling to make another baby in this house!” Ezra sarcastically remarks. He opens the door and gestures his hand as if he’s the leader of a fire or earthquake drill, maybe even a captain in the military. “Go, go, go! Increase the pace, you two!” He narrows his eyes, making you wince. “Goodbye!”

“Happy birthday, Dad!” Caspian chases before the front door ultimately close.

The summary: you feel mortified. You slump and if Eren isn’t behind you to catch you buckling, you would be on the floor melting into a puddle of shame and regret. Well, you don’t regret giving Eren his first birthday gift (he always delivered despite you taking charge at first, no other explanation needed) but you definitely regret not thinking that you have three children who are nearing the awareness that adults do things in their spare time. You know Ezra thought about it at the first thud (even after years of being married to each other, Eren managed to retain his endurance and strength when it comes to making you feel loved) and that’s when you want to bury yourself in a hole, never to see the light of day again. You feel a kiss on your shoulder, lips trailing over your skin in reassurance. You almost calm down.

“Baby, relax, they’ll come back,” Eren whispers over the crook of your neck, his unbound hair tickling your cheek.

You hit his chest with the back of your hand. “You fucking idiot!”

“I know, I know. I should’ve installed a lock on our door.” Eren rubs his hands on your waist, trying to calm you down. He kisses your temple now, raining your cheeks with pecks a second after. “Don’t blame yourself. It’s partially my fault, too.”

“I don’t think I can face them.”

Eren hums against your hair, tightening his embrace around you. “They’re bound to get the talk — you know, how babies are made. I’m pretty sure Ezra even made out with a couple of his schoolmates. So I don’t know why he’s acting so hostile to us.”

You turn back to Eren. “That doesn’t help, Ren!”

“Okay, okay,” he murmurs in your ear. “I’ll stop. But what are we going to do with breakfast?” Eren looks at the mess in the master’s bedroom doorway. “The boys woke up early to make it.”

You sigh, leaning back and letting yourself indulge in Eren’s bear hug. “That’s what I feel guilty about the most. They made that for you, Rennie. I can’t believe I’m such an irresponsible parent to let that happen. They won’t see us the same again. My babies.”

Eren lowly chuckles and it stirs the butterflies to life again. “I’m more irresponsible. I told you, don’t blame yourself. We’re both at fault here.” He turns you around so that you two are face to face. You peer at him from under your eyelashes, your hair framing your face perfectly and cascading over your shoulders. Your hands are placed on his chest, urging him to pull you closer until there’s no visible line of space between the two of you. He kisses you on the crown of your head, forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally your lips, which he captures in a vigor that’s telling you his most earnest feelings through the years. When Eren pulls away, his lips still brush over yours as he utters, “They’ll come back — trust me. They love you so much to not look at you the same way again. It’s bound to happen, right? I once caught my mom and dad having sex and I know it’s not a nice experience. But, we raised amazing kids — they’ll come around.”

“Are you sure?” you whisper.

Eren lovingly smiles at you. “Of course. Their longest record of sulking is two days. And that’s when Caspian and I fought over that stupid hamster.”

“Hey, Carrot is a cute hamster.”

“Yeah, until he died when I installed the air conditioner in his room.”

“You still didn’t say sorry to him.”

Eren sighs, placing his forehead on yours. “I know but he forgave me eventually.”

“He was electrocuted, Eren.”

The man grimaces. “Not a good sight.”

You hum.

The grimace turns into a devilish grin. “So, should we continue, pretty girl? I really want a girl this time, you know?”

You blink at him for a couple of seconds before hitting his chest with your fists, to which he yelps. “Are you out of your mind?! Our kids just saw us in a very shameful position and you’re still turned on?! Eren, I swear to God, I hope you’re sleeping with one eye open tonight because I am livid right now.”

“Ouch, baby, that hurts! Baby, not my nipple!”

“Jaeger, repent for what we have done!”

“Why only me?! You mentioned we in that sentence.”

“Because you didn’t install the lock, that’s why!”

“I thought we’re way past that?”

“No, we’re not!”

“I know what we’re giving Dad for his birthday gift,” Caspian slurps on his milkshake.

Ezra brought them to the nearest restaurant. It’s the least he could do as the leader of their trio (based on age). The eldest looks up from his plate of waffles. “What?”

Even Aran looks confused.

Caspian wipes his mouth using a tissue. “A lock. They’re not really wrestling there, are they?”

Ezra feels his soul evaporating. His baby brother isn’t innocent anymore.

“They’re having sex—”

“Okay, Cassie, we know you're hungry,” Aran interjects, stuffing some bacon in the boy’s mouth.

“They saw us, Mikasa,” you whisper on the phone as if you’re conspiring with your best friend.

“Saw what?” Mikasa asks through the speaker.

“It’s Eren’s birthday—”

“Oh, tell him I said happy birthday.”

“Okay,” you take the phone from your ear, “Eren! Miki said happy birthday.”

“Tell her thank you!” Eren yells from the bathroom.

You place the phone to your ear. “You heard him.”

“Nice. So, what is this about someone seeing you two?”

You take a deep breath. “Ezra, Aran, and Caspian caught me giving Eren his first birthday present.”

There’s silence before you hear Mikasa cackling. It’s a pleasant sound because your friend never laughs out loud, except maybe at the misfortune of others. That’s when you know a joke is funny or a situation is hilarious when Mikasa belts out a full laugh from her diaphragm. You can hear Sasha in the background asking what her partner’s laughing about and you fight combusting because of embarrassment. You then hear Mikasa tell Sasha about the humiliating thing you experienced and now a pair of gleeful laughter greets your ears. You bury yourself back in the duvet.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you grumble.

“This is gold!” Mikasa laughs. “Oh, my God. Send my regards to them! Holy fuck, Eren outdid himself. I never thought that moment when he slipped on the ice and flashed everyone his ass would be replaced as the funniest memory in my head. And that shit was the funniest thing to this date!” Mikasa still giggles when you hear Eren get out of the bathroom.

“Mikasa?” Eren mouths.

You only nod and Eren throws his head back while letting out a chain of expletives that was more of a summoning spell with how fast he says them.

“Tell me if baby number four is on the way!”

“Miki!”

“Oh, I do hope it’s a girl.”

“Sasha, not you, too.”

And true enough, one month later, you’re staring at two lines in an accursed pregnancy test.

“Fuck you, Jaeger! Not another one!”

“Can you imagine,” Ezra casually says to his younger brothers, who are playing on his PlayStation, after hearing those words. “Kids my age have their children by accident and I’m here, about to be a big brother. Again. Maybe I should parade around the shopping center with the new baby and tell everyone from school that it’s my kid. I mean, it would be believable with my face.”

Aran slowly turns around and fixes Ezra with a look of pure concern. “Why? Just why?”

Ezra shrugs, tossing popcorn in his mouth.

Caspian aggressively pushes the buttons on his controller. “Hey, at least we can finally have a sister.”

“That would be cool.”

Aran smiles. “Yeah, it would be nice to have a little sister to be protective about.”

Ezra snickers. “Dibs on scaring her future boyfriends away.”

“Then I’ll take the role of the lunchbox maker.”

“I want to fight her bullies.”

his kids are his absolute favorite people in the world and he never fails to show how much he truly adores them :(

he’s vv active and present in their lives, basically the exact opposite of those fathers in those videos who don’t even know their child’s favorite color. he’s always playing games and reading to them, introducing them to as many concepts as possible so that he can learn abt them and their personalities. knows their favorite books, songs, foods, activities and more, and he’s very supportive of their interests, even if he doesn’t know much abt the topic or doesn’t like it in particular (see: eren and his insect-loving daughter.)

he laughed, “glad to see me, love?”

you giggled excitedly, “mhmm!” you freed him of your hold so he could change out of his outfit. you followed him to the room, asking him about his day and telling him how your day was- it was something that you and eren did everyday.

“they all tried to blame it on me! can you believe that?!” he scoffed while untying his tie. you laughed as he continued to tell you about work. before you knew it, he sighed and laid next to you bringing you into his hold, “missed you today, baby.”

“you too, eren,” you replied, remembering how much you really did miss him. you missed him so much that you had to play with yourself. your little pink vibrator doing nothing in comparison to eren. you had desperately tried to get yourself off, but it could never feel as good as him. thinking about it, you subtly rubbed your hips into his leg.

he looked down, “hmm?” you were already wearing nothing but one of his large shirts and pretty lace panties that he loved. you spoke softly, “mmh, eren… missed you a lot,” as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. you straddled his leg, letting your hips grind into him more.

he spoke while helping you move your hips, “yeah? you want daddy to help you, baby?”

nodding your head, “mhmm… please, daddy?” you moved yourself on his thigh more, your wetness seeping through your panties onto his pants. you whined and he kissed you, moving from under you to in between your legs. he broke the kiss and stared at your wet panties. he removed them and was face-to-face with your wet cunt.

he loved how it glistened for him, how it clenched for him- awaiting his touch. He used a finger to lightly trace your folds, and coat them with your slick. He brought the same finger up to your clit, softly rubbing in circles. he noticed your hips moving with his touch and your small whimpers and whines, “daddy, please…”

he smirked, still looking at your pretty cunt dripping, “hmm? what’s wrong, baby? want more?” you nodded your head, and you suddenly felt a harsh slap against your clit, making you yelp. Your legs snapped closed before he could do it again.

eren’s hand ran up your calf to your knee, spreading your legs apart, “keep them open for me, baby… please?” you shivered at his touch as you nodded, widening your legs again and exposing your pussy.

his smirk grew wider. he found pleasure in how your body reacted to his touches. you reacted to even the slightest brush of his fingertips, and he reveled in it. he slapped your pussy again and again loving how the wet smacks sounded, “so sensitive… huh, baby?” he knew you had touched yourself earlier. he could tell in your actions- how you were waiting for him, how you were so needy and sensitive.

“did you play with yourself today, love?” you didn’t want to admit it, but at the same time, you could never lie to eren. you shyly nodded in embarrassment.

he cooed, “my pretty baby, so needy aren’t you?” he saw the tears threatening to fall, “answer me, love.”

you responded, “uh-huh,” only to be met with another slap to your poor pussy. he chuckled as he watched your pussy cry, slick dripping onto the sheets. he let his eyes travel upward along with his hands, comforting your hot body. he saw how you weeped so softly for him, tears staining your cheeks. he placed his hands on your cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away the falling tears, “shh… it’s okay, baby.”  

you grabbed his hands and looked at him, staring into his jade green eyes, “no more, please, daddy… i can’t…” he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, “yes you can, love… do it for me, please? do it for daddy and make him proud, m’kay, baby?”

he released your hand and rubbed your pussy, soothing it from his harsh hits as you nodded, “m’kay, daddy.”

he smiled, and this time, slid his fingers in your hole making you cry out as he quickly fingered you, “good, baby… such a good whore for me, yeah? taking what i give you so well.”

you moaned, “mhmm, daddy!” he smirked, and brought his face to your clit, flicking it with his tongue. your eyes squeezed shut and your back arched off the bed. you could barley handle it. it was almost too much for you. and he knew it. he could tell by the way you squirmed in his hold, trying to get away from him, that it was too much. even so, he desired to see you take it.

he used his free hand to hold your hips down while he continued to lick your cunt, the lewd noises reverberating off the walls. he knew you were close, so he focused his attention on your clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. you were whimpering and babbling incoherent words to him. he chuckled, loving how he was the one making your mind so muddled. he whispered, “cum for me, sweet girl.” his words pushed you over the edge. moaning and crying out as your legs squeezed the sides of his face, squirting your release all over his face. he never stopped sucking on your clit, leaving you overstimulated after you came down from your high. you whimpered, “eren! ’s too much!”

he finally let go with a pop. he held a proud smirk on his face as your cum dripped down his chin. he hovered his body on top of yours, holding his weight on his arms, and brought his mouth to yours. you could taste your release on his lips and he spoke, “doesn’t it taste good, baby?” your face heated up and you turned away from him as he laughed quietly, leaving a kiss on your nose. he sat on his knees, and began to slide his pants down, letting his cock spring out. he tapped it against your dripping pussy a few times, making your body jolt.

you looked at him with big, wet eyes, “it’s sensitive, daddy.” he felt his cock twitch with your words- it only made him want to ruin you more. eren knew you would always fall victim to his touch, and he loved having that power over you. faking a pout he spoke insincerely, “‘m sorry, love… but you can take just a little bit more can’t you?”

all you wanted to do was make him proud. you wanted to be so good for him, so of course, all you could do was say, “mhmm, i can do it.” he smiled, and rubbed your leg, “i knew you could, love.” he was aware of this fact too- you would always do what he said no matter what.

he slowly began to sink into your tight cunt, “fuck, i’ve been waiting to fuck this tight little pussy, baby. so good ‘n tight for me, yeah?”

“mhmm, daddy.. ‘s all for you,” you slurred.

“i know, baby… my fucking pussy. all mine.”

you whined, “mhmm!” as he thrusted into your pussy harder, causing your eyebrows to furrow. it felt so good- feeling eren on top of you, the way his dick hit all the right spots, his soft groans in your ear.

the view beneath eren was to die for- your perfect tits bouncing with each thrust, your pretty moans, the way your tummy slightly jiggled- he was simply infatuated with you. he groaned, “you’re so beautiful, baby. so perfect for me, huh?” you could only nod pathetically. it was like you were submerged in water- unable to hear him, feeling the waves of pleasure hit you over and over and drowning in it. you could hear him mutter, “good fuckin’ pussy, baby… makin’ my dick so wet,” as he watched himself slide in and out of you.

he softly rubbed his fingers over your bud making you whine, “ah, daddy-!” before your pussy squirted all over his abdomen. he didn’t stop ramming into you- he couldn’t bring himself to do it. he moaned as he watched your release drip off of his cock, “fuck, i’m gonna cum soon.” opening your eyes you saw eren’s pretty face- mouth hung open, furrowed brows, and forehead glistening with sweat.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, feeling his muscles move with each thrust, and whispered, “cum inside, daddy… make me yours.” your words were almost intoxicating for him. he sporadically rammed into you, crying out your name as you felt his hot cum fill you up. 

he let himself fall on top of you, nuzzling his face in your neck, leaving small kisses. he spoke in your ear, “you did so well, love. ‘m so proud of you, sweet girl.”

you grinned and let your heavy eyes fall shut, “thank you, eren.”

xxx