#eren

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, d-daddyyy," 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 the 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 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. it’s meaning is 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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people tend to only pay attention to all of the downsides when it comes to the line of cam work but truthfully, with the right platform and boundaries set in place, it can be quite the fulfilling experience.

with each passing hour, when calculating the average commission made, you receive around five hundred dollars per video, not even counting the amount you collect with every new subscriber.

money seemed to roll in at a constant, watching with dollar signs for eyes as it's deposited into the bank without even needing to do anything but set up your camera and do the one thing you absolutely love.

fuck your boyfriend.

it always feels so good knowing that the two of you had such a chokehold over babyspit.com, the viewer count practically tripling as your ranking on the charts skyrocket.

today, your account finally hit three hundred fifty thousand subscribers and in the process managing to rank at number on the hashtag babygirl, and to say you've been jumpy and cheesing all day would be an understatement, refusing to look away from your macbook just incase it drops before you get the chance to tell eren.

speaking of which, you hear him call out to you from the living room. "baby, come'ere," he speaks, voice gruff after playing the game for the last hour or so with reiner and connie whilst you've been cooped up in the bed room doing god knows what.

pulling up the small pair of light pink bloomers that stop at the cup of your ass, you slide your foot inside your fuzzy my melody slippers before padding through the hallway,

you hum once finally making it into the open room, welcoming to the sight of eren's hair pulled into a messy bun at the back of his head, big, clunky headphones slung around his neck. sometime along the way, he's decided to discard his shirt, left in only grey sweatpants that lay low on his waist, showcasing the red and white band of his boxers.

"are you hungry? i was thinking about ordering pizza later on." eren sets aside the controller that was once situated on his lap, making room so that he can beckon you over with the curl of his finger.

once you're seated, sideways as your legs dangle over the armrest of the chair, he lays a kiss to your temple, big, warm hand running up and down your thighs soothingly.

eren's always been a physical touch kind of man, needs to feel your kiss underneath his palm, be close enough so that he can smell the cocoa butter on your skin mixed with the the vanilla undertones from your perfume.

every-time he gets a whiff, it makes his knees go weak, sensitive whenever it comes to even the smallest thing in regards to you.

"pizza sounds good," you reply, looping a manicured finger through the knot of the scrunchie that holds his hair, doe eyes taking in the sight of the long, brown locks loosening and framing his face, falling at his broad shoulders. "i have something to tell you, though."

he sighs, tapping your ass cheek before gripping to watch as it jiggles. "what have you done now, [𝜗𝜚]," he muses, pretty white teeth in display when he grins wide.

pulling your phone from its place in the band of your shorts. your eyes glint with mischief, lips coated in fenty's fuscia flex gloss that glimmers and gleams when you smirk. "that video that we posted last week..." you trail off, seeing the gears in eren's mind shift as the picture is painted in bold ink in his memories.

the video had started off with him running his hands down your body. strong and veiny as they kneaded at your tits, trailing down to massage your plush thighs.

but then, just five minutes through and it cuts to you taking his fingers deep within your cunt, back pressed against his chest as your feet were planted to the fluffy rug in the middle of the bedroom.

he vividly remembers how bad you shook in his hold, needing to use his free hand to grab at your tummy to keep you in place.

you cried and moaned his name out so loud that the neighbors came over to complain the next day, claiming that they'd been startled and awoken from their sleep on a week night from how guttural the noises were, and that the next time, they'll be forced to call the police.

best believe you didn't let him hear the end of it as you went off on a rant for the next hour or two following the threat.

but nonetheless, after taking the time to edit the clips a little, he immediately knew that the video would be one for the books, making sure to pin it to your profile under the folder titled "daddy's favs ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚".

eren felt himself stiffen beneath you while reminiscing, clearing his throat before he went to reply. "yeah, i remember."

he has to still you from rocking your hips in excitement, overly bubbly and sporadic in your movements and he's sure you're doing it on purpose. knowing damn well you can feel him poking you by now.

"well, it hit number one this morning. wanted to tell you earlier but i didn't want to bother you," you go to say and he pouts.

"you never bother me, baby," he starts, pecking your lips once. "i'm happy." getting paid just to do what he does on a regular. a true luxury.

you look down at your fingers, playing with your nails as you presented a mouth watering idea with a pretty pink bow on the front. enticing, making eren want to reach out and take the bait. "i was thinkin' that maybe we could livestream."

your voice is soft, worried that eren might say that he's busy or too hungry...anything that might deter him from agreeing.

"that what you want," he asks, tucking a strand of your blow out curls behind your ear, and when you nod, he jerks his chin up into the direction of the bedroom. "go set it up. i'll be there in a few. just let me clean up in here."

when you go to stand, eren doesn't forget to strike a palm down to your ass in parting, shaking his head with a chuckle as you giggle. "go 'head...and be ready by the time i'm done."

your steps steep up, giddy and overridden with glee. this is exactly what you've wanted since replaying the video over and over again with two fingers stuffed inside yourself, filling the craving of him just until he was done on the game.

you make quick work of setting up, making sure that the bed was made, the camera was in the right position, and that your lip combo was in check.

and not long after, you're logging into babyspit.com, entering your username and password to see the bright golden star that labels you as a top creator.

starting up the livestream, you sit on the bed patiently as people start joining, welcoming them in.

"hii," you sing, waving as the viewer count jumps to seven hundred hundred fifty within just two minutes. "i just wanted to say thank you for getting our video to number one."

the chat room speeds by, barely giving you the time to read any of the comments. you hear the familiar 'pop' of the notification which signifies that you've gotten a tip, the bunny beside their username meaning they're a subscriber. "thank you so much."

that creates an influx of tippers, each trying their hardest to outdo the other. and you thank them all, feeling a thousand butterflies erupting in your stomach as you continue going through the comments.

"you all want to know where eren is..." you read, fixing the strap on your tank top in nervousness. "he's here. just doing something before he joins us."

but eren has already made his way to the room, olive green shirt back on his torso while his arms are crossed over his chest, the vvs diamonds of his cuban link dancing under the low lighting. "i'm here, baby," you hear him say from the other side of the room, causing you to turn your head an smile.

"you so pretty," he speaks, pushing himself from the wall, going to sit beside you on the bed before his lips are on your neck, littering kisses up to your chin and down towards your collarbone.

"that tickles," you say, laughing as he nudges his nose into the crook of the area, breathing you in while he continues to lay kiss after kiss. "everyone say hi."

again, the chat room is booming, comment section moving too fast to keep up, and as eren goes to try and decipher what anyone could be saying, he's taken aback. "woah, y'all goin' crazy tonight." the stream now at a rising fifteen thousand seven hundred.

"chat, what y'all think i should do to her today," he asks, chuckling when he hears you gasp. "i was thinking 'bout fuckin' her lil ass throat. how's that sound?"

eren leans to read the comments more throughly, tips rolling in like rapid fire as they agree. "great minds think alike, huh?"

he scooches up the bed so that his back presses against the frame, an arm going behind his head to act as a cushion. "come'ere," he speaks, voice dropping on demand. it's like that switch that sets sweet, lovey dovey eren aside from the one that treats you like a slut in the bedroom. freak in the sheets but a gentleman everywhere else.

his free, tattooed hand wraps around your neck, tugging you closer when you slowly crawl towards him, bloomer shorts riding up 'till your ass peeks out and says hello to the viewers.

your lips meet in the middle, sloppy and wet as eren is already ruining your lip gloss, tasting it on his tongue as your own licks into his mouth with fervor.

you moan into it, pussy leaking as you're now in between his parted legs, ankles crossed as his grip on your throat loosens so that he can pry you away, much to your dismay as you whine.

eren guides your head down, past his chest and stomach, but all the way to his bulge that lies beneath the fabric of his sweats. "go ahead and get me nice and wet," he demands, hand going to rest at the back of your neck as you start to fumble with the knot he'd tied specially tight to watch you struggle.

your body seems to want this more than he does, mouth watering the more that you're messing with the knot with knitted brows and a pout to your lip. eren finds it adorable.

"help me," you plead, your nails getting in the way of your efforts. it's futile, though.

"you're spoiled." eren lets you become more and more frustrated, amused by your inability to complete one simple task.

"don't be mean."

he follows up with a slap to your cheek, head turning to the side upon impact and it stings. but you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your pussy clench, the pain only heightening the pleasure.

"you know better," he spits but still pulls the knot loose and tugs down his bottoms, taking his boxers with them. and when he's bare, dick sits up on his stomach, thick with a tip that's deeper in tone.

you eagerly press a kiss to it, leaving glittery lip gloss outlines in your wake as you trail down, teasing, tongue jutting out to kitten lick your way up.

eren's hips jerk, causing your tongue to swipe against his balls, heavy and sensitive and he groans. "you know how i want it."

messy. eren wants you slurping his dick up messily, like it's the last meal you'll ever have in your entire life. he wants your spit coating him and your chin, dripping, running down his thighs, everywhere.

so you do so, dropping a big glob onto the tip before slurping it back up when you bring him down your throat, walls constructing at the the big stretch.

he doesn't let you suck him off often, too scared that a pretty little thing like you may hurt yourself with someone as big as himself. so its safe to say its been a long time coming, overwhelmed by the feeling of your warm mouth sucking him in.

"fuck, that's it baby. let me in," he huffs out, gathering your hair within his clenched fists in a makeshift ponytail so that it isn't left in your way.

you have to come up for air, jerking him while looking up at him through your wispy lashes with low eyes while you try to take control over your breathing. "am i doing okay, daddy," you ask, needing the confidence and confirmation that you're making him feel good.

the groans that pull from his through should be enough but eren is willing to indulge you, being vocal to get you going. "so good, baby. perfect." he pushes your head back down, letting you bring him up to your lips before fully dropping you down to the base.

you have to breathe through your nose, chest heaving because you feel so full, like with one wrong move and he'll completely lodge himself into your airway. "hold it there—yeah, fuckk. such a good fucking girl."

he lifts himself off the headboard, making you deepen your arch for the viewers to see. the hand that isn't maintaining your hair is going to cup your pussy through your shorts, two fingers pressing to rub between your folds.

"isn't she just the prettiest, chat," he questions, laying a smack to your ass for each tip that pops onto the screen. "y'all must wanna see her shit ruined, bad." his cuban link is cool on your ass as he soothes the ache in between hits, ass growing redder with each one.

looking at the comments, eren reads one in specific that outs the growing wet patch on your bloomers, looking at your face that's puffy, mouth full of dick. "you like that, hm," slapping your pussy a few times for good measure.

when you nod, he grins, "i know, baby. i know you do." going back to his place against the headboard, leaning, but except this time, both hands are at the side of your head, bringing you up and down, fucking into your mouth. "mmm—shittt, you trynna make me nut already?"

you trail your hands up his thighs to end at his stomach, rubbing on his abs because you liked the way the ripples and dips felt beneath the pads of yours fingertips.

he hits that one place inside your throat that makes you gag, coughing as you pull yourself up from his dick, and you can finally breathe properly but it comes with a price. "i'm sorry," you cry, using your forearm to wipe at your eyes.

eren hushes you, kissing the crown of your head. "no, no, it's okay baby. i've got you." his words are reassuring, no pressure added because he knows that you're still learning.

"i wanna try again. wanna make you cum, daddy."

"god," he groans, running a hand through his hair before he's giving you room, both arms crossed behind his head to watch hands free until you need his help, deep, forest green eyes glaring into the camera to watch the way your ass sways with each of your movements.

you take eren back into your hand, dick unbelievably hard as you start kissing on his mushroom tip in between licks, trailing them down his shaft and to his balls that you suck.

he has to brace himself, thighs flexing as your mouth is warm and wet, slobbering all over his sack and it feels so good, stomach caving in sensitivity.

you pop them out of your mouth, tightening your hand around his base so that you can fit his balls in your hand too, and he hisses, watching as you go down and take him inside your throat once again, tongue coming out to flick every time you sink down.

eren has to bring his bottom lip between his teeth, looking at you directly in the eye so that you know just how good you're making him feel. "fuck, why're you doin' me like this, mama." he holds his shirt up so that he can see all of it. the way your nose nestles into the trimmed tufts of hair at his base, the way you bring a few fingers down to rub at your pussy through your shorts.

he's taken aback when you remove your hand from its places around his cock, holding onto his thighs as you go all the way down, taking him deep and holding it there to get adjusted. he chokes up, mouth wide with the overgrown cut of his hair shaggy in his eyes.

"baby—" he's cut off by another groan, eyes threatening to scroll to the back of his head because you're deep throating him, holding it there while looking up at him with such innocent eyes. "i'm gonna cum, oh fuckk. stay still. just like that."

and it's not too long after that he does as promised, cumming in thick, white ropes that you barely have the time to swallow before the next.

eren's spent, the aftershocks of his orgasm hitting him in waves and he needs a moment to get recuperated before he leaves your mouth.

when he goes to pull out, it makes an extremely loud suction noise and he can't help but enjoy the sound, grabbing onto the front of your throat to push and pull his hips, each time the noise follows his tip's departure from your lips that are now rid of all gloss.

"get up here," he says, hand going back to pulling your hair from your face so that he can kiss you, tasting the flavor himself on your tongue. he positions you on his lap with a hand cupped over your pussy from the back, both your thighs on either side of one of his legs that he makes you grind against, clothed pussy dragging against the bareness of the skin there.

with each smack of your lips together, your hips gyrate, needing the friction the motion creates for some sort of relief.

eren can feel that you're growing needier, you whines picking up, fingers tangling in the long strands of his chocolate hair as your pussy starts to heat up. "let's get you out of these."

you lift just enough so that he can pull your shorts and panties down in one go. throwing them both to the other side of the room with the flick of his wrist once you're finally rid. he keeps your top on, the pretty, pink tank that's trimmed with white lace, a small pink bow resting on the top hem.

he turns you in his lap, facing you towards the livestream so that they have the perfect view of your cunt that's spewing out slick, pressing his fingers in the space of a 'v' to spread your folds apart. he lays to slaps to your pussy, palm wet as does so.

his dick is hard beneath you, flushed, begging for attention so he takes ahold of it, jerking it a few times over before he's tapping his tip to your cunt, chuckling when you jerk and slide your hips forward so that it catches at the dip of your entrance.

you both suck in a well overdue breath, the aching emptiness of you soothing the more he pushes in, filling you up with ease. "oh my g-god," you hiccup, his dick pressing feel inside you with a hook, practically poking at your stomach.

"you feel me," he asks, bottoming out with a groan. he lets you sit there for a moment, already shaking and spasming just from him putting it in. he doesn't even move, staring into the camera desktop that displays you as your mouth drops open, sighs overtaking you.

"yess." you haphazardly start to bounce, feet flat against the bed as your hands immediately go to brace yourself, one beside you, pulling at the deep grey sheets of your bedding while the other presses to the side of eren's head, brining him closer so that you can attach your lips to his.

he swallows your moans, hands grasping at your waist to pump you up and down, nose nudging against yours as he sucks in a greedy sum of air.

when your moans grow more frequent, eren's motions are increasingly harsher, meaner. bullying your cunt with each sharp snap of his hips. and soon, he's repositioning, arms going to loop under the back of your knees until his fingers intertwine behind your neck, placing you in full nelson without breaking a sweat.

you're folded upright, legs dangling over his forearms and you sob, completely at his mercy. "fuck, daddy, i can'tt," you hiss, desperately holding onto his biceps as while he ruts into you, each thrust deeper, harder than the last.

"take this dick, mama. it's all yours," he says, eyebrows knitting together as he revels in the sound of your pussy taking him in with nasty squelches. "say it. tell them this who this shit belongs to."

his words make you impossibly wetter, mascara running the more tears escape from your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. "it's all mine, daddy. your dick 's all fuckin' mine, mmm,"

he forces you to look down at where you meet by the grip on your neck, just slightly maneuvering you forward. and it's filthy, a creamy ring forming at the base of his cock, balls coated in it as you hug him in the best of ways.

the viewers go crazy at the sight of it all, eren bullying you for all you have as you weep and try to breathe in between moans. they send tips at a speed that’s hard to keep up one, each one a larger amount than the last.

“look at ‘em;” he starts, not slowing his pace. “let ‘em see how good i’m fuckin’ you, baby.”

you limply tilt your head back, eyes low and glassy as you look into the livestream, a blur of comments flying by the more people join. they speak about how fucked out you look, how eren’s dominant, large stature looks underneath your smaller, pretty little body. they gush at the fact that he’s so easily folded you into a position where you’re left vulnerable, nowhere to run or hide, just sit there and try to hold on as best as you can as he fucks up into you.

“i’m about to c—mm, i’m gonna cum,” you cry, feeling the familiar coil in your stomach tighten, pussy spasming as you find it harder to concentrate on the screen. “fuck, i can’t hold it.”

that causes his thrusts to speed up, heavy balls slapping against you with each upward movement. you hear his grunts loud in your ear, thumbs going to press at the front of your throat while four fingers are cradling the back of your neck, choking you. “yeah? make me nice and messy. need you drippin’.”

your eyes go white, mouth parted in ecstasy, and it takes everything in eren not to cum right then and there, feeling you release has him chasing after his own.

he’s fucking you through your orgasm, overstimulation practically paralyzing you the more he digs himself in. and soon, he’s following after you, falling into the hands of sweet, sweet pleasure.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeats, legs cramping up when he’s finally spilling into you, sheathed all the way in, the crease in his forehead smoothing out once his balls empty.

he loosens his grip on your neck, kissing on the skin there in parting while his palms go to your calves, easily moving you closer to the livestream so that they can see the mixture of your cum and his slowly seeping out of the gape he left.

you clench so that what was still inside comes dropping out in a big glob, falling to the part of the bed that he hovers you over. “just look at her. a pussy like this is supposed to be eaten.”

“eren, wait,” you go to stop him, not sure if you can handle anything else but when he grins, you know there’s nothing you can do about it.