#snk fluff

You’re sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, animatedly telling him about your entire day. From the weird cashier at the store to the drama you overheard on the bus. Your hands move just as much as your mouth, gestures big and expressive.

Levi sits beside you, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, sipping his tea in silence. Every so often, he gives a small “hm” or nods, his eyes fixed on you like you’re the only thing worth looking at in the room.

You pause mid-story. “You’re not bored?”

He arches an eyebrow. “If I was bored, I’d walk away.”

You blink. “…Oh.”

He sets his tea down, leans in just enough that his knee brushes yours. “Go on. I wanna hear the rest.”

And that’s how you end up rambling for another hour, while Levi listens with the quiet patience of someone who (no matter how much he pretends otherwise) likes every single word that comes out of your mouth.

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the corridor smelled of soap and steel. levi was polishing his blades again, cloth moving in those infuriatingly perfect circles.

“you’re going to wear them down to nothing,” you snapped, leaning against the doorframe. “we ride at dawn. sleep, levi.”

he didn’t look up. “if you spent less time nagging and more time cleaning properly, maybe i wouldn’t have to redo everything.”

“redo? i scrubbed this floor twice. you’re just being an obsessive prick.”

“tch. bold words from someone who still leaves corners dusty.” be finally glanced at you, grey eyes sharp. “most people know better than to talk to me like that.”

you stepped closer, crossing your arms. “good thing i’m not most people. someone has to tell you when you’re being an idiot about rest and training and everything.”

levi set the blade down with a soft clink. he stood, shorter than you but somehow towering anyway. his hand caught your wrist before you could poke his chest. “you talk too much.”

“and you listen too little.” your voice dropped, the familiar heat crackling between you. “but you only let me talk to you like this.”

a faint smirk tugged at his lips. down the hall, someone whispered, “they’re bickering like an old married couple again.”

levi didn’t deny it. he just pulled you a fraction closer, thumb brushing your pulse. “get some sleep. that’s an order.”

you smiled, refusing to move. “only if you do too, captain.”

he clicked his tongue, but didn’t let go.

everyone heard the arguments.

only you two knew how much he needed them… and how you were the only one he let stay.

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𐙚!!── possessive ony and his girlfriend

⤷ ❝ {cw: nsfw mentioned, possessive! ony, dirty talk, oral (fem rec), fingering, creampie, angry sex?} ¡! ❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“go change.”

“go where?”

onyankopon didn’t even blink. arms crossed, shoulder against the doorframe, eyes locked on the fur skirt like it owed him money. “you know where. the closet. pick sum’ else.”

“i did pick something else.” you turned back to the mirror, pressing your lips together to set the gloss. “i picked this.”

“pick again.”

“i’m good, thanks.”

“you not leaving in that.”

“watch me.”

his jaw shifted. “i am watching you. that’s the problem. i can see everything and i’m your boyfriend.”

“congratulations.” you clicked the cap back on your gloss and dropped it in your bag. “you have eyes.”

“so does every other man on the street.” his voice sharpened. “that the point? you want them looking?”

you turned around slowly. “excuse me?”

he held your gaze. didn’t repeat himself. didn’t have to.

“are you serious right now?” your voice dropped. “you’re really standing there implying–”

“i’m not implying anything. i’m asking.”

“because normal people with normal boyfriends don’t get asked that.” you laughed, short and humorless. “they get told they look nice and they leave.”

“normal boyfriends don’t have to watch their girl walk out looking like a–” he stopped.

the room temperature felt like it had dropped ten degrees.

needy!reiner who is almost always by your side. arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you dangerously close to his muscular, toned chest. He never lets go, not even for a second. there hasn’t been a moment in your relationships where he hasn’t had his hands on you.

needy!reiner who gets so, so emotional when he doesn’t find you next to him in bed. you’re in the bathroom brushing your teeth and you hear soft sobs, and the saddest whimpering you’ve even heard. it’s your sweet reiner, he’s curled up on the sheets, holding a pillow for comfort. all of that trauma from the previous war made him feel so frightened, afraid, desperate for a warm body, like yours, to keep him safe. he calls for you, and you dash out the bathroom like never before. you wrap your soft, delicate arms around him, holding his big body close to you. you whisper to him, ensuring him that all is well, and that you’re here, and there’s nothing here to hurt him.

needy!reiner who is always so desperate to please you. he’s afraid of you leaving someday, so he always tries to be the perfect boy, cleaning the house, doing the dishes, taking out the trash, any chore and he’ll do it, all for your approval.

⋆⁺₊❅. | LEVI X READER

a/n: merry christmas everyone and happy birthday Levi :D

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Levi loves you fresh out the shower.

You know how particular he is about cleanliness, so when his partner is all clean and soft…he adores it, more than he will admit.

So when you climb into bed beside him, hair damp and skin soft from your lotion, your not surprised to find him automatically pulling you towards him and onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs.

“You showered?”

“Mhmm.”

Levi buries his face into your neck without a second thought, you shiver as you feel his nose brush against your neck.

He slowly meets your eyes. “you smell good.” he comments, a hand coming up to run through your hair.

He leans forward slightly, lips brushing against yours.

his lips latch onto yours, the hand in your hair moving to your cheek, holding your face as he kisses you.

You both slowly break away, you giggle as you notice the slight flush of his cheeks.

“Your blushing, Levi.” You tease.

“…i’m not blushing.” His eyes dart away from your face.

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 | 𝖫. 𝖠𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇

(𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍)

You had gotten used to it by now.

The hidden glances across headquarters. The way Levi would stand just a little too close when no one was looking, only to step away the second someone entered the room. The brief touches of his hand against your lower back in empty hallways. The quiet way he’d mutter, “Eat,” when he noticed you skipping meals, shoving half of his bread roll onto your plate before anyone could question it.

It had been like this ever since the two of you got married.

Not because Levi was ashamed of you. You knew that much.

He simply hated people knowing things about him.

Levi Ackerman could command an entire room with a single look, could stare down titans without blinking, could make seasoned soldiers crumble under the weight of his words. Yet the second anyone got too close to knowing him, truly knowing him, he shut down.

You were the only exception.

The only one who knew how he took his tea. The only one who knew he hated thunderstorms because they made the old wooden buildings creak too loudly at night. The only one who knew he liked sleeping with one hand tucked beneath your shirt, fingers spread against your stomach like he needed to reassure himself you were still there.

The only one who knew that beneath the coldness and sharp tongue was someone devastatingly soft in the quietest ways.

Still, it did make things difficult sometimes.

Especially with his squad.

“Captain Levi seriously has never liked anyone,” Eren said one afternoon, sprawled lazily across a chair in the mess hall. “I think he might actually hate romance.”

Jean snorted. “He definitely does.”

Mikasa sat nearby, quietly eating. “Not necessarily.”

Connie looked up. “What do you mean?”

She shrugged. “He just seems like the type to keep things private.”

You nearly choked on your drink.

Levi, seated across the room, didn’t react at all. He continued drinking his tea like he hadn’t heard a word.

You stared at him.

He didn’t look up.

Coward.

Later that evening, after everyone had gone to bed, you found him in his office, papers spread across his desk. He looked tired, dark circles beneath his eyes, sleeves rolled to his elbows.

You closed the door behind you.

Levi looked up briefly. “You’re still awake.”

“You let them say you hate romance.”

“I do hate romance.”

You raised an eyebrow.

He leaned back in his chair. “The public kind. Flowers, stupid letters, dramatic confessions. It’s embarrassing.”

“And marriage?”

His eyes flicked to the ring on your finger.

Then to his own.

A simple silver band he kept hidden beneath gloves most days.

“That’s different,” he muttered.

You smiled softly and stepped closer. “You know, one day they’re going to figure it out.”

“They won’t.”

“You’re very confident for someone who kissed me in a storage closet last week.”

Levi’s expression remained blank, but there was the faintest shift in his eyes. “You started that.”

“Oh, so now you’re blaming me?”

“You’re distracting.”

You laughed quietly.

His hand reached for yours under the desk, fingers brushing over your ring. He looked down at it for a moment, thumb rubbing against the metal.

“Let them think whatever they want,” he said.

You softened immediately.

Because that was Levi. He wasn’t good with saying things directly, but sometimes he would hand you his heart in tiny pieces and trust you enough not to drop it.

Let them think whatever they want.

As long as he still had you.

The problem was that Levi had grown too comfortable.

Far too comfortable.

At first, he had been careful.

No touching in public. No lingering looks. No signs.

Then slowly, over the months, he had begun slipping.

It started small.

He’d pull out your chair without thinking.

He’d bring you tea before meetings without asking if you wanted any.

If you were injured during training, he was suddenly there before anyone else, jaw tight, hands checking over you with thinly veiled irritation.

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s barely a scratch.”

“It’s stupid.”

Then came the worse offenses.

Like the fact that he knew exactly how you took your tea.

Or that he would show up outside your office late at night with blankets when you worked too long.

Or that he had a habit of fixing your cravat without a word whenever it sat crooked around your neck.

No one said anything.

Not for a while.

But you could feel it sometimes.

The lingering looks.

The confusion.

The way Hange would grin whenever Levi’s attention drifted toward you for too long.

You should have known it would be Hange.

“Levi,” Hange said one afternoon, walking beside him as you all returned from a mission. “Hypothetically.”

Levi looked irritated already. “No.”

“You don’t even know the question.”

“Don’t care.”

“Hypothetically,” Hange continued anyway, “if someone were secretly in love, what signs would they show?”

Levi’s expression darkened. “What kind of idiotic question is that?”

“Maybe they bring someone tea. Maybe they stare at them too long. Maybe they act weirdly protective.”

“That’s not love. That’s being annoying.”

Hange grinned wider.

You looked away, trying not to smile.

Levi noticed.

His eyes narrowed at you.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

Then, finally, everything fell apart.

It happened on a rainy afternoon.

The kind where everyone was stuck indoors because the training grounds had turned to mud.

You had been in Levi’s office helping sort through paperwork. Or rather, pretending to help while Levi did most of the work because he claimed you organized things “wrong.”

You stood near the bookshelf, stretching your arms over your head.

Levi sat at his desk.

“You missed a page,” you said.

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“I didn’t.”

You walked over, picked up the stack, and held up the missing page triumphantly.

Levi stared at you.

Then he sighed through his nose. “Brat.”

“Old man.”

His eyes narrowed.

Then, without warning, he reached out and tugged you closer by the wrist.

You stumbled slightly, laughing under your breath as he pulled you between his knees.

“Levi—”

“You’re annoying.”

“You married me.”

He went still for half a second.

Just long enough for both of you to realize what had slipped out.

Then—

The office door swung open.

Eren froze in the doorway.

Mikasa stopped behind him.

Armin nearly walked into both of them.

For a long moment, nobody moved.

You were still standing between Levi’s legs.

His hand was still around your wrist.

Your wedding ring gleamed brightly against your finger.

Eren blinked once.

Then twice.

“…Married?”

Silence.

Levi slowly let go of your wrist.

“You knock before entering,” he said flatly.

“Captain,” Armin said weakly, “did she just say—”

“Yes,” Levi replied.

No denial.

No excuse.

Just yes.

Mikasa stared at the two of you.

Eren looked like someone had hit him over the head with a brick.

“You’re married?” he repeated.

Levi looked deeply irritated now, mostly because he had been caught.

“Yes.”

“How long?”

“A while.”

“How long is ‘a while’?” Jean asked from somewhere in the hallway because of course everyone had gathered outside the door.

Levi’s eye twitched.

“Over a year.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Then Connie’s voice rang out.

“OVER A YEAR?”

Suddenly everyone was shoving into the office at once.

Jean looked horrified.

Sasha looked delighted.

Hange looked smug beyond belief.

“I KNEW IT!” Hange shouted, pointing dramatically. “I knew there was something weird happening!”

“You knew?” Eren asked.

“No, but I suspected. Levi only glares at everyone else. He stares at her.”

Levi looked like he wanted to throw himself out the window.

“You’re telling me,” Jean said, looking between the two of you, “that humanity’s strongest soldier has a spouse?”

“Unfortunately,” Levi muttered.

You laughed softly.

Eren still looked completely lost. “But you never said anything.”

Levi crossed his arms. “Wasn’t your business.”

“You wear rings?” Mikasa asked quietly.

Without thinking, Levi tugged off one of his gloves.

The silver band sat there, simple and worn. The room went silent again. Because somehow that made it more real.

Levi Ackerman was married.

Actually married.

Hange walked over and grabbed your hand before you could stop them. “Wait, wait, wait—how did this happen? Who confessed first? Was there a proposal? Did Levi propose?”

Levi looked offended. “Of course I proposed.”

That only made everyone more shocked.

“You proposed?” Connie repeated.

“Yes.”

“What did you say?” Sasha asked excitedly.

Levi went quiet.

You smiled a little.

“He told me,” you began, “‘I’m not asking twice, so decide if you want to spend the rest of your life with me already.’”

The room erupted.

Eren looked scandalized.

Jean burst out laughing.

Hange nearly collapsed.

“That is the least romantic proposal I’ve ever heard,” Connie wheezed.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Levi snapped.

You could not stop smiling.

Because honestly?

It had been perfect.

That was exactly how Levi loved.

Clumsy in words. Awkward in timing. But painfully sincere.

“I still can’t believe this,” Eren muttered.

Levi looked exhausted already. “Get out.”

“No.”

“Now.”

“No.”

“You’re all irritating.”

“Captain,” Armin said carefully, “why didn’t you tell us?”

Levi went quiet for a moment. The room softened a little. Even Hange stopped grinning.

Levi wasn’t good at explaining himself. Everyone knew that.

He glanced at you briefly.

Then back at them.

“Because this is mine,” he said simply. “She’s mine. And I didn’t want people sticking their noses into it.”

The room fell silent again.

Your heart ached.

Because there it was.

Levi’s love always came out in the strangest ways.

She’s mine.

Not possessive.

Not controlling.

Just honest.

You belonged to him the same way he belonged to you. A quiet thing. A private thing. Something precious.

Hange smiled a little again.

Eren looked awkward suddenly.

Jean rubbed the back of his neck.

Mikasa glanced at you, then Levi, and for the first time, there was something almost soft in her expression.

“That makes sense,” she said quietly.

Levi looked uncomfortable with the understanding.

“Still,” Hange said, grinning again, “you can’t stop us from asking questions now.”

“Yes, I can.”

“You sleep in the same room?”

Levi stared blankly.

“Obviously,” he said.

“Do you cuddle?”

The room went silent.

Levi looked murderous.

“Get out.”

“You do!” Hange yelled.

“OUT.”

Everyone scattered before Levi could physically throw them out himself.

The room emptied quickly, filled with laughter and shouting as everyone ran down the hall.

You could hear Connie yelling, “I can’t believe Captain Levi is married!” from halfway across headquarters.

Then it was quiet again.

Just you and Levi.

He sat at his desk looking deeply exhausted.

You leaned against it beside him.

“Well,” you said lightly, “that went well.”

Levi looked at you.

Then, after a moment, he reached up and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you stood between his knees again.

“This is your fault.”

You smiled. “You married me.”

His gaze softened in that way only you ever got to see.

“You talk too much.”

“And you love me anyway.”

Levi was quiet for a moment.

Then his forehead rested lightly against your stomach.

It was such a small thing.

So unlike the man everyone else saw.

No sharp edges. No coldness.

Just Levi.

Just your husband.

“I do,” he muttered quietly.

You felt your chest ache again.

Because no matter how private he was, no matter how much he hid himself away from everyone else, you had always been the exception.

And now everyone knew it.

© 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌: 9𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗁𝖺

e.jaeger x reader

NSFW

word count: 6.5k

synopsis: y/n starts something in the car she fully intends to finish, even if it means they never make it to eren’s work event on time.

content warnings: porn with plot, husband!eren, slightly distracted driving, teasing, female masturbation, handjob, car sex, unprotected sex, edging, dom!eren, slight orgasm denial, creampie

You watched your husband through your vanity mirror as he adjusted his tie. His skilful hands moved expertly along the fabric, sending your mind to different places. It had been that way for a while. You would stare, fantasise and long for your husband.

But you just couldn’t have him and it was agonising.

"Are you ready, baby?" Eren walked over to the opposite side of the room, where you were sat, and rested his hands on your shoulders. You couldn’t miss the tingles that rippled through you at the contact. He massaged you slightly before bending over and bringing his own head down to your level, beside you. You bit your lip as you looked in the mirror in front of you, your stomach rampant of butterflies. "You look so beautiful."

"Thank you." Was all you could squeeze out without attaching your endless stream of horny pleads. Your husband moved a hand from your shoulder to your cheek as he cupped your face and leaned in. You felt him peck your lips at first before pulling away. It just wasn't enough. You held onto his nape, beneath his hair, as you pecked him once again and then allowed your lips to stay on his for longer as you kissed him. Eren returned the kiss, his warm breath invading your mouth as his pillowy lips smoothed against yours.

Your heart rate increased, only making you kiss Eren harder. Fuck, you wanted him so bad. After showering together; seeing him in his suit; allowing him to put on your necklace, you felt so riled up. You needed Eren. You needed him to fuck you. You slid your tongue along his bottom lip, begging for some sort of entrance, only to be denied.

"We have to leave, baby." Eren pulled away and wiped off any lip products that had transferred from your lips to his before straightening up and heading towards the bedroom door.

You aggressively placed the lid back onto the lipgloss that you had just reapplied before standing up yourself. Eren was already in the hallway by the time you had started to leave the room; it was clear that he wasn't in the mood to slow down. You would just have to wait until after his work event. Surely you could wait.

That was what you had to keep telling yourself.

As you walked, you felt heavy. It was a heaviness that wafted through your body and landed in your lower abdomen. You were fighting it but the feeling was so overwhelmingly strong. It was when Eren placed his hands on your hips, urging to pass by you that you felt as if you were about to break. It was as if you had an entire meal prepared before you after starving for the whole week and you weren't allowed to eat any of it when it was placed in front of you. "Eren?"

"Hm?" Eren looked up from the kitchen island where he was packing your handbag. Even the way he held eye contact with you was filling you with more lust. You just didn't know what was wrong with you.

"I'm really horny right now." You bit your lip and fidgeted with your hands in fists.

Eren's eyebrows lifted slightly before his eyes flicked from you to the wall behind you. He was checking the time. You desperately hoped that Eren wouldn't be his stupid, overly time weary self in that moment. You had just offered up your pussy for fucks sake. He pursed his lips before narrowing his eyes and looking back at you.

"When do you wanna?" He resumed packing your handbag himself, clearly trying to save time.

Your heart swelled as you began to lose hope. "Well, now would be ideal." You watched as Eren moved to the hallway and picked up your shoes. "It doesn't have to be long. Just a quickie?" You walked over to where he was as if you had nowhere else to go but him.

You weren't sure why you had even said what you had just said. Eren wasn't one for quickies. If he was going to have sex, he preferred for it to consist of 70% foreplay.

"A quickie? Are you that turned on?" Eren pointed to the bottom of the staircase, encouraging you to sit down. "Where did this come from?"

"I just want you to fuck me." You sighed as you sat on the second to last step.

Eren looked up at you. He had a look of concern on his face, as if you had just told him that you felt sick.  It was as if he was assessing your condition, observing your body. "So you can't wait till we come back?" He looked back down as he pulled on one of your shoes.

You didn't want to sound like you were going feral. Surely it would've just freaked Eren out. You needed to sound somewhat humble although you would've ripped his clothes off if he looked up at you like that once more. "Can you?" He asked again, clearly waiting for an answer.

Eren didn't like quickies. You knew that. He knew you knew that. If you were to ask for one, it wouldn’t feel as rewarding. It wasn't like the event would last ten hours. You would be fine. "Okay, yeah, I'll just wait."

Eren stood up with a smile on his face after he placed your second shoe on. He extended his arms, allowing you to clutch onto his hands as he pulled you up as well. "Can’t wait, baby."

You both gathered the last of the items that you would need before exiting the house. Outside, the sky was beginning to darken as the warm colours of the sunset introduced themselves. You entered Eren's car through the passengers seat and tried your hardest not to look at him.

As soon as you got to the event, you were sure you would be fine. There would be many people that you would be able to socialise with and otherwise use to distract yourself from Eren. That thought comforted you. All you had to do was wait throughout the car ride.

You watched in silence as Eren typed in the location of the event. It showed a location that was a bit over an hour away. You were confused yet you waited for Eren to cancel before placing in the right address. It was to your surprise when Eren placed the phone up so that he wouldn't have to hold it and began to start the engine.

No way. There was no way. "Wait, how far is it?"

Eren blew raspberries as he reversed out of your driveway. "Around an hour?" Eren looked through his rear view mirror as the car slowly moved backwards.

"It's not at your work?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, no it's not. Sorry, I forgot to say." As you were finally on the road, Eren turned to meet your eyes. "Is that okay with you?"

"Absolutely great. I have to sit with you in here for an hour." Normally, you would've been fine with it. But the fact that your skin was already flushing with heat stressed you out.

Eren simply chuckled before turning the corner. You knew that you were in for a long car journey when all you could think about was the way that his hands moved along the leather of his steering wheel. You anxiously bit your lip before staring out the window.

Soft radio music moved through the car. It was a light atmosphere, taking in all the heaviness you continued to expel. Neither you or Eren spoke but you mutually basked in each other's presence— well, you were more so burning. It felt like you were stuck like that for the better part of three days, however, when you looked back at the GPS, barely ten minutes had passed.

"I kind of wish we had that quickie now..." You adjusted the way you were sat in your seat, lifting your hips up and scooting your ass further backwards before crossing your legs.

"Yeah?" Eren held a mocking tone in his voice as he turned to you, his eyes gleaming. It was almost as if he enjoyed seeing you like this. He enjoyed torturing you. "What's getting you so frustrated, then?"

"You." Shooting him a glare, you rolled your eyes at his incompetence.

"What about me?"

His question simply sparked your brain into thinking more about him. More about his hands. More about his body. More about his cock. You felt a strong wave of heat start from either end of your body and travel to meet at your lower abdomen. "Eren, stop." Squeezing your thighs, you tried to alleviate the pressure that you were beginning to feel.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about something else." Eren kept his eyes on the road as he allowed you to come up with a topic for conversation.

"What time does it start?" You recalled Eren having told you beforehand but you truly couldn't remember anything at the moment.

"Eight."

"Surely we'll get there really early?" You noticed that your estimated arrival time was way earlier than the time that the event truly started.

"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure we'd make it since it's so far." You were internally cursing Eren for making both of you leave at such an unreasonable time. "They might need some help with last minute preparations though. Don't worry about it too much."

"Oh my god." You sighed and uncrossed your legs. Rubbing your hands along the fabric of your dress, you only just realised how sweaty you had become.

"What?" Eren's voice was unbearable at that moment. Ignoring him, you opened the window and let yourself rest your head against your headrest.

You just couldn't keep still. Every time you managed to keep yourself together, you would feel another wave of white heat that spread through your abdomen. You just wouldn't be able to wait till you got home. You were sure.

"Pull over." You noticed Eren turn his head towards you but you kept yourself looking straight ahead.

"Huh?"

"Please, just pull over. Pull over and fuck me." You felt so embarrassed saying it but there was nothing else that you could do. You needed to be fucked. You needed it right then and right there.

"Y/n, I don't even know what road we're currently on. It's really risk-"

"What do you want me to do, then?" You looked at him, making him turn his head away.

Eren sucked in a breath through his teeth before looking back down at you. "Fuck. I don't know."

You had reached your limit. You just needed relief. You needed to feel good. Your body was aching and you felt uncomfortable. You needed that fucking relief.

You lifted your hips up once again as you scooted your dress up your legs and over your ass. "What are you doing?" Ignoring Eren once again, you moved your ass forwards this time, allowing yourself to lean back. "People can see you Y/n."

"You said you don't know these roads. We’ll never see these people again." You held eye contact with Eren as you licked up your two middle fingers and shoved them deep into your mouth. Eren's eyes flicked between you and the roads ahead. He wanted to watch, you were sure of it. But, you also wanted him to fuck you. If he wasn't going to fuck you then he wasn't allowed to watch you fuck yourself. "Keep your eyes on the road."

"Are you gonna get yourself off?"

"Are you gonna fuck me?" You paused before truly giving yourself relief. If Eren had said yes, you would have waited. When you were met with silence, you took it as a sign to keep going.

You spread your legs and slipped a hand into your panties, biting your lip upon finally having broken the layer between you and your pleasure. Dipping a hand down further, you collected your wetness before bringing it back up to your clit.

Sighing, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes. You melted into your pleasure and pursed your lips as you continued to rub yourself under your panties. "Mmfuck."

You opened your eyes as you looked down once again. Using your other hand, you peeled your panties away from your skin and moved your finger away from your clit. A string of your wetness attached itself to your finger from your pussy, making you flush.

Looking up, you caught Eren's eyes on you. He attempted to look away before you caught him yet, you had already taken note of his interest. "Am I distracting you?"

"It's fine." Eren cleared his throat, trying his hardest to not acknowledge you. "You're fine."

"Are you sure?" Your eyes dipped to his pants, noticing a large bulge peeking through the material. If he wasn't already hard he was definitely hardening from your influence. "Your pants look kind of tight."

"I've never seen you like this before." Eren moved a hand off the steering wheel and onto your thigh. He kept his eyes on the road as he squeezed your plush. "This is, probably like, the horniest you've ever been. It is turning me on, to be honest."

"Yeah?" You watched as Eren nodded. As you had reached a stoplight, you took your chance. "Look at me." You pulled your hand up, still covered in your wetness, and rubbed your fingers against your lips. Eren's eyes grew lidded as they clung onto your mouth. He watched you slowly take your fingers in, sliding them against your tongue before sucking them clean. They popped out of your mouth with a simple hum.

"Fuck. You're such a tease." Eren gripped onto your thighs harder as his eyes travelled back to the road, making an idea pop into your mind.

You grabbed the hand that he had on your thigh and placed it over top of your panties. Eren's eyes darted to what you were doing for a second before returning to the road. Teasingly, you moved his hand up and down over your clothed pussy. You could feel yourself get wetter. You could feel it start to seep through your panties.

Eren applied pressure to your clit once you brought his hand high enough, making you gasp and flinch slightly. "So sexy." Eren broke free from your hands that were clutching his. He smoothed his hand down your lower stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties. He shuffled his fingers underneath, making you hold your breath in anticipation.

You placed your hands over the indent of his own underneath your panties as you bit your lip. His fingers brushed over your clit and, instead, moved down to collect your wetness. "Oh shit, you're really wet." Eren swallowed thickly upon feeling you. His adam's apple bobbed hard as he tried to stomach the fact that he would have to wait hours before he could have you.

"And you're really hard." You unbuckled your seatbelt and leaned over, letting your head rest in Eren's lap. Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you but you swore that you saw Eren's dick twitch in reaction to your actions.

Eren's hand that was in your panties returned to the steering wheel and Eren gripped on hard. You placed your hand over the bulge in Eren's pants, feeling the shape of his cock through the fabric. If you weren't mistaken, you could've almost swore that you felt the heat that radiated through his pants. "Fuck." Eren's voice was more strained than before; it was an obvious sign that he was reaching his breaking point.

Looking up, you noticed that he was already looking down. You smiled and giggled, knowing that his resolve was breaking. "No one can see me now." You kept your head against Eren's pelvis, yet, spread your legs once again. With your right hand, you began to enter your panties whilst you used your left to rub over your husband's erection.

You began quietly humming to yourself as you rubbed the both of you, closing your eyes and biting your lip in pleasure. "You're so hard. Are you sure you'll be able to last through the night?" You licked the fabric of Eren's pants before biting lightly.

"Oh my- fuck..." Eren placed his hand over your head as he lifted his hips aimlessly. "Baby, you're gonna kill me." Eren's eyes closed before darting to the GPS in alert. He couldn't drive any longer. He was too distracted. You were too distracting.

He let go of your head and you sat back in your seat yet slid down far enough for you to barely be able to see out of your window. You lifted your dress up, past your stomach and smoothed your hands down your skin. Once you reached your panties, you pulled them down just far enough for your pussy to peek out before pulling them back up.

"Stop teasing, show me your tits." Listening to his words, you placed your thumbs under the straps of your dress and pulled them down your shoulders seductively. You temporarily pushed your elbows up against the sides of your boobs, making them squeeze together and accentuate your cleavage. "You're so fucking hot, goddamn."

Eren moved his hand over from the steering wheel to cup your tits yet you moved them back onto the wheel. "Don't touch." You weren't going to let him have his fun unless you also got yours.

"Why not?" A hint of sadness accompanied Eren's sentence. It almost made you feel bad. That was until you realised that he had denied you your pleasure not too long ago.

"Focus on the road." You tried so hard to stop yourself from grinning at your own retort. The frustration was apparent in Eren's posterior. It was only a matter of time before you would get what you wanted.

Sliding your panties aside, you began to move your fingers up and down your entrance. You felt your wetness began to collect on the tip of your middle finger, allowing yourself to push it in. Letting out a whiny exhale, you closed your eyes and let your head fall back. You could feel Eren's eyes burn holes through your skin as you kept your own eyes closed. The tension in the car was palpable. You could feel the weight of the sexual frustration on both of you.

Slowly, you moved your finger in and out. They dragged along the roof of your pussy so nicely, it was making your lower abdomen feel so warm and fuzzy. "Fuck, ah-" You could hear the squelch of your wetness as you began to pump your finger in and out at a faster pace. You opened your eyes and looked down, watching your fingers come out glistening. You weren't the only one who was entranced by your self pleasure, however. Looking up, you intended to meet Eren’s eyes yet, your eyes caught onto the GPS.

"Eren, you're going the wrong way." Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. Pulling your panties back over your pussy, you sat up in your seat once again.

"I'm pulling over." Eren kept his eyes on the road.

"What?" You pulled up your dress straps once again.

"I'm gonna fuck you." Your eyes widened. Although you had anticipated this moment, now that it was happening, your heart was racing. Your eyes flitted to the time on the car, Eren catching your line of sight. "I’d rather be late." He slapped your inner thigh in conformation as he looked around.

The sunset was beyond its peak now. You hadn't realised how much time had passed since you left but now the evening was beginning to turn to night. It was hard to see any signs of urban life on the road that Eren had diverted to. It was exhilarating.

Of course you and Eren had car sex before. You'd always have to during the times you still lived with your parents. Nevertheless, it had been a while since the last time. You had forgotten the adrenaline boost that it gave you. You had forgotten the excitement it drew from you. You had forgotten how wet it made you.

Placing a hand over Eren's clothed cock once again, you began to massage him over his pants. He let you. He knew it was only a matter of time before he'd be inside you so, he was going to let you have your fun. "You're such a little tease, y'know that?"

"You like it though." You began to unbutton Eren's pants, pulling down his fly before you shoved your hand down his pants. Eren exhaled in the form of a laugh before you pulled your hand out of his pants and undid your seatbelt.

Having reached a secluded enough area, Eren parked out of the way of the road and locked the car doors just in case. "Good enough?" Eren turned to you, a boyish grin on his face.

Looking around, you took in the area. There were enough trees and hedges around for the people in the community to not see you. Not to mention, it was getitng dark quickly. "Good enough." You nodded.

"C'mere." Eren undid his own seatbelt before reaching over for your cheek. He brought his face closer to yours until your lips were centimetres away before he slowly pressed his lips against yours.

Your stomach burst into butterflies as your lips made contact. You were so aroused, you truly couldn't contain yourself. Manoeuvring through the layer of his pants, you pressed your hand up against thinly clothed his bulge. You began to move your hand up and down his cock over top of his boxers. Having even less of a layer between where your husband was hard and heavy only made you kiss him harder.

You swallowed the sighs of pleasure that Eren let out, suffocating him with your lips. His mouth was so hot and so wet, it travelled through your own body. Eren's other hand moved to grab the side of your ass, giving it a squeeze as he trapped your bottom lip between his teeth. You had to stop yourself from drooling, biting your lip and throwing your head back as Eren dug into your neck.

"Fuck, don't leave a mark."

"Mmm." Eren hummed in compliance. You brought your head back down as you felt Eren's vibrations against your neck only for him to look up at you with blown out pupils as he licked a stripe up to your jawline.

"I wanna sit on you." Swinging your leg over him, you manoeuvred yourself over him. Your dress rode up one again, Eren glancing at your panties as he moved his seat backwards to provide more room. Once again, you pulled your straps down your shoulders until they effortlessly slid down to halfway down your arms. Eren grabbed onto your tit with one hand as he gripped your ass with the other. "Kiss me."

You wrapped your arms around Eren's neck as you leaned in once again. He immediately went in with his tongue, licking your bottom lip as a way to ask for access. You permitted him, your own tongue jutting out. It felt so dirty, so taboo, so erotic. Wet, smacking sounds filled the car as you made out so feverishly. Eren's hands were all over you. His dick was hard beneath you. His sounds filled your ears. The overload of senses was making you almost nauseous, you had to pull away with a whimper.

Eren moved back towards your neck. You could feel his breath fan against your skin as he kissed you all the way down to your tits. He cupped one of them before sticking his tongue out and attaching it to your nipple. You gripped onto his shoulder harder as your back arched into him, another hand coming to rest the back of your forearm over your mouth.

Eren's eyes glanced back up at you, growing more hazy at the sight. "Fuck, look at you." He kissed you hard once again, his lips bruising yours with his passion. "I love seeing you like this. You look so lewd." He kissed you once more before taking your tits in his hands once again.

"Please, just put it in." You could feel your body burn with need, your hips unintentionally beginning to move over Eren's. You were clenching around nothing, desperate to have his cock fill you up.

Eren moved his hands down to your hips, stilling your movements. He grinned as he took in your needy expression. "No." He didn't allow you to respond as he kissed you once more. His hands travelled up to your face, only to move back down to your hips when you began to grind against him again. You swallowed hard before breathing even harder.

"Relax baby, you're rushing." Eren's thumbs moved in circles around your hips. The feeling alone made you want to squirm even more.

"I've never wanted anything as much as I want you right now." You began to kiss Eren's cheeks, slowly moving down to his neck. Eren groaned as you nibbled on his lobe. "I wan- fuck- I need you." Your voice was light and airy as you begged in his ear. "Please, Eren. I've wanted this all day." You let your head fall into the notch between his neck and shoulder. Your husband went silent for a while, making you tense up. As you pulled away from where you rested, you saw something in Eren break.

"You are so fucking dirty." He pushed you back slightly and began to shuffle his pants down further down his hips. You aided him in pulling down his boxers, revealing his happy trail all the way down until his cock flew out of his confines and slapped his lower stomach.

You jerked him off slowly as you moved up his thighs again. You moved your panties to the side and began to slide your finger through your wetness. Inserting two fingers into yourself, you tried to make stretch yourself in preparation for Eren’s cock. You looked up for your eyes to make contact with your husband’s, noticing as he watched with a slacked jaw.

"Can I put it in?" You sat up on your knees and hovered over Eren's tip just for him to place a hand on your stomach to stop you.

"Condom?"

"Just cum inside." You jerked him off beneath you, aching for him to be inside.

"You won't have time to clean up, though."

"I can hold it in." You moved his tip up and down your pussy, your hips rolling back and forth.

"Fuck." Eren bit his lip before taking his own dick out of your hands. "You just don't stop, do you?" He placed a hand on your back, encouraging you to lean forward. You balled your hands into fists against Eren's seat and closed your eyes.

"I'm all yours." You barely managed to finish your sentence before your husband pushed you back and grabbed you by your throat before he pulled you into another kiss. The way he manhandled you made you clench against his tip as he tried to enter you. He slowly let go of your throat and instead, held your panties to the side as he thrusted his hips up into you. Exiting the kiss, you replaced his hand on your panties with your own. Looking down at where you two had almost connected, you sighed when you felt Eren's shaft begin to enter you.

"Fuckkk." Eren gripped onto your hips, urging you down faster. You could feel him throb inside you, his cock thick and heavy. It felt like you were sinking down on him for hours until you had gone as far as you could take for now. "Are you full enough?" Eren grabbed onto your jaw this time. You knew was still some of his dick left to go but you already felt so fucking lightheaded. You nodded weakly before Eren kissed you once again. The kiss was short lived. Eren was the one to break it. He was the one who had reached his breaking point now. "That was just a reminder that I still love you because I'm about to fuck you like I hate you."

"Yeah?" You allowed Eren to take your hands in his, guiding them to his neck. You secured your arms around him, your faces inches away.

"Yeah. Can you take it?" He looked through your eyes for any sign of disagreement. His hands travelled to your ass once again, experimentally moving you up and down once.

"I can take anything you give me." You bit your bottom lip as you grinned. Eren looked between you, watching the way your pussy spread around his cock. He wasn't sure if he'd even be able to take it. He was so fucking riled up.

Eren began to move you up, moving his hips up as he brought you back down. "Fuck, you feel good." He looked up at you, watching your expressions as he moved you along his cock. "You look so pretty. So submissive."

You chuckled slightly at Eren's comment, burrowing your head into his neck as you clenched around him. Eren felt it. He could feel everything. He knew you liked it when he dirty talked. You knew he liked to dirty talk. You both knew that this wasn't going to last long. "Fuck, this is so worth it. You're so worth it."

Eren began to lift you up and down faster as he thrusted harder. You felt your thighs burn upon the impact of hitting him constantly. Nevertheless, the pleasure you received was far better. "Fuck me." Your voice wavered as your brain turned to mush. Your insides felt so warm and bubbly, it was making you crazy. The more Eren moved you up and down, the more heat was pushed into your abdomen. It tickled its way up through your legs and into your fingertips. You felt like jelly. "Yes yes yes, fuck!"

You squeezed your eyes closed as you placed your hands under Eren's shirt, clawing his stomach. "Shit, baby." Eren stopped moving you up and down, his hands travelling under your dress and along your waist as you began to control your movements once again.

You moved back and forth, grinding against him and feeling him move further along your walls. He was rubbing up inside you so well that you couldn't help but throw your head back and let out a cry. "Oh my god! You're so deep." You placed your hands behind you on his knees as you continued to move yourself feverishly over him. Eren was flushed, a hand coming to lift your dress up so that he could watch you move over him.

"I'm all the way in." Eren lifted his hips up harshly, forcing his cock as far in as he could. It made both of you moan in unison. "Fuck, I'm balls deep Y/n, it's so fucking good." Your arms slightly gave out as you began to lift your hips up once again. You resulted in leaning back fully and letting your hands reach for the front window. "Holy shit, you're really taking all of me." Eren smoothed his hand over your stomach before gripping your hips and pounding into you once again.

Your hands on the window began to slip from how hard you were being fucked. You brought one down to your clit, beginning to rub circles. "Haah~ fuck, Eren-" You looked back down at your husband, watching how erotic his expression was before looking back up. "Oh my god I feel so full. I'm so- fuck!"

Eren grabbed onto one of your tits, pinching your nipple between his index finger and thumb. "You look so slutty right now. If you only you see yourself. You're so hot." Eren noticed your legs closing slightly before he placed both of his hands on your inner thighs and spread them once again. "Keep 'em open, okay?" He pulled you back up so that you were sat up and pulled your hand away from your clit. "Don't cum yet. Just let yourself feel me sliding in and out."

"Fuck, I can't." You placed your hands all over him, unsure of where to rest them. "I feel like I'm gonna pass out. It's so much. It's too good. I can't-"

"You can, baby. You can do it." Eren took both of your hands in his own, interlocking your fingers. "In, out, in, out, in, out." Eren's voice matched his thrusts. He had slowed down, catching on to the fact that you were getting overwhelmed. Nevertheless, he was still fucking you so hard and deep you could barely think. "You feel that? Feel me going in and out?"

"Fuck... Yeah~"

"Yeah?" Eren broke your hand contact in order to pull your dress up once again. He moaned borderline pornographically as he watched himself thrust into you. "You're taking me so well. Doing so good."

"Fuck fuck fuck, oh fuck- it's literally- you're hitting everywhere that feels good-" Your fingers curled and your eyes clenched shut.

"That's all you gotta do baby. Just feel good for me." Eren brought his thumb down and rubbed your clit for you. "How's that?"

"Fuck, what do you think?" You retorted, making Eren chuckle before replacing his hand with your own.

"Keep it going for me, nice and slowly." Eren gripped onto your hips as he planted his feet onto the floor. He stopped and adjusted your position, moving your legs up so that you were in a squat position over him before his hands returned to your hips. "I'm gonna fuck you nice and hard now. Can you take it?"

"Just do whatever you want." You placed your hand on Eren's shoulder as you leaned in close. "I love the way you fuck me."

Eren’s hands smoothed over your skin as he wracked his brain for anything to think of other than the fact that his cock was throbbing so fucking bad and he was seconds away from emptying himself into you. "Turn around."

He held your hips and spun you, guiding your legs into the right places. He had you back on your shins with your legs still in a straddle over his own. He placed a hand around your neck and pulled you backwards so that your head was resting on his shoulder. "Keep touching yourself." Kissing your cheek, he moved both of his hands down to your waist. "Rub that clit real light and slow, yeah?" He began to thrust upwards once again, his cock smushing up further than before.

His pace was brutal, your tits bouncing uncontrollably and your legs shaking. "Ah! Ah-Ren!" You could feel your legs closing around your hand, your stomach filling up with more white heat. You didn't seem to be the only one who noticed however as Eren pulled your hand away from your clit for the second time.

He brought your fingers to his mouth, sucking your wetness off of your fingers. "Fuck, you taste so good. I don't wanna stop. I just wanna fuck you all day. It feels so good." Eren was clearly stopping you from cumming so that he could fuck you for longer. His constant edging was only making you that much more desperate however. Eren brought his hands up to your tits, pinching and twisting them once more.

"Please please please!" You loosely let your hands hover over Eren's as you were fucked senseless. Every thought you had was broken up each time you felt Eren's cock enter you. "Eren I need to cum!"

"Just hold out a bit more, baby. You can take it." He placed another hand over your stomach, caressing just above your bladder. "Fuck, you're getting so wet. Are you really that close?"

"I can't! I can't take it! Slow down!" Your other hand trailed over to Eren's unconsciously. You felt an added pressure over your lower abdomen as soon as Eren pushed down in the slightest. "Oh my fucking god I really can't- I'm gonna cum." You were on the verge of having a panic attack: your breaths ragged and uneven; your head spinning whilst clouding up; your body shaking. "Fuck, I'm cumming." Eren could feel your stomach contractions as you came. He dropped the hand that he had on your boob down to your clit, easing you through your orgasm. "Yes yes yes, oh my god, Eren!" You clenched up so tight that you almost pushed Eren out as you came. You came hard. So hard that Eren couldn't thrust into you nor pull out of you.

All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut as he tried to hold back. Your pussy was milking him so hard. It was begging for his release and Eren really couldn't deny it any more than for the better part of your orgasm. "Shit, you're gonna make me cum." Eren could feel his shaft fill up. His balls felt drained as spurts of cum barely managed to build up before being released inside of you. "Fuck, I'm cumming... Holy fuck." Eren struggled to control his breathing as he emptied himself into you.

He was so deep. He was so fucking deep inside of you when he came that it felt as if every last drop of cum was being sucked out of him. You prolonged his orgasm by orgasming around him, your pussy spasms pulling more and more from him. His toes curled in his shoes as his legs went weak. Even his grip on you grew weaker as he began to fall limp against his seat.

"Oh my god..." You felt yourself twitch in Eren's hold, extremely sensitive after having such a strong orgasm.

"Are you okay?" Eren opened his eyes, a sleepy look behind them although he was full of concern. When you nodded, he kissed you on the cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." You slowly pulled off your husband's cock and spread your legs, hoping that none of his cum would fall out. "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Eren chuckled slightly.

"Yeah, thank you for fucking me." You smiled innocently before pulling your panties back over your pussy. Eren smacked your ass as you crawled back over to your seat.

"It's my pleasure. Really." Both of you shared laughter at Eren's response as he tucked his dick back into his pants before making himself look somewhat presentable again.

"And we'll still be on time." You pointed at the clock in the car and smiled. "Wow, I feel so much better. I just hope I didn't sweat off my makeup." You pulled down the mirror and looked in it, checking out your face to see if your makeup was still intact.

"You still look as beautiful as when we left the house. I can't wait to fuck you again when we get back." Eren turned the car back on and began the journey back to the event location.

"You're funny."