“oh, thank god it’s you. i’m tired of looking at these old bastards all day—connie included. especially the guy whose car i’m fixing right now. motherfucker thinks i can fix his busted catalytic converter in an hour, babe, a fucking hour—”

eren was interrupted by you pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, your cherry lip balm clinging to his dry ones.

“mm, thanks,” he chuckled dryly, rubbing his lips together. “what do you got for me, hm? smells like—”

“peppers. stuffed peppers to be exact.”

eren let out a low hum, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. if his hands weren’t covered in car gunk, they would’ve been wrapped around your waist. “fuckkkk, you’re the best. i’ve been craving these for days.”

“why do you think i made them silly. no way you’re eating fast food when you could have some homemade food—my homemade food,” you grinned, reaching your hand up to caress lightly at his jaw.

he leaned into your touch, and you could’ve sworn you saw a certain glint in those emerald eyes of his, but you decided to ignore it.

“c’mon, let’s go to the back for some privacy.”

“privacy to eat some peppers?” you asked, head cocking slightly to the side.

eren let out a low grunt, eyes fluttering shut as he swiftly cracked his neck. “yes, i need some privacy to eat some peppers. now bring your ass.”

you practically levitated off the ground, hearts forming in those big brown eyes he loves so much. “hehe, m’kay, rennie.”

while eren silently guided you, you couldn’t help but admire his muscles—his back muscles to be exact. he definitely buffed up a bit working this new job, and changed up his eating habits to keep up with the hard work. physically, he was no longer the lanky man you once knew.

the room was small, with a table and a couple chairs in the center, and a loveseat a few inches away from it. there was also a random sink in the corner that eren washed his hands in.

you couldn’t help but think how random it was that the back had another back room . . but whatever, girl.

“why did you bring me back here? we usually eat out there without a problem,” you smirked, carefully placing pink containers holding your lunch on the table.

eren kissed his teeth, a grin slowly creeping its way onto his lips.

you let out a small gasp when his hands cupped your ass over your miniskirt, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “can a man not want a little privacy with his woman?”

your stomach fluttered, a friendly reminder that you were veryyyy much still ovulating.

“that’s never an issue, but you’re not like other men, you’re a fuckin’ dog who thinks about hunching all the time,” you sassed back, making eren’s grin grow wider.

“ooo, baby, don’t do that. you know getting insulted by you turns me on,” and you both were laughing at his comment, but you knew he was deadly serious.

eren is actually thee worst person to argue with, because the whole time you’re chewing him out all he can think about is how bad he wants that fucking cookie.

playful insults were no different.

you rolled your eyes, “pig.”

his front not-so-subtlety pushed against yours. “keep goin’, and see what happens. there’s no cameras in here.”

god, how did you even get here? it felt like you’ve only said eight words to each other, and now, you’re already about pounce on each other.

“it doesn’t take very much for you to get worked up nowadays, does it?” you spoke softly, breath hitching in your throat when he brought his face closer to yours.

his head cocked to the side, lips parting in a toothy grin. “can you blame me? i went from seeing your sexy ass everyday to seeing these annoying, balding fucks every. single. day—shit, i can’t even talk about them too much or m’gonna get soft,” and this his you giggling like crazy, the corners of your eyes crinkling from laughter.

“babyyy c’mon, i’m serious. i don’t know what it is, but i’ve been missing you like crazy nowadays. ten hours without you, five or six days out of the week is torture.” you felt eren’s shoulders slump, then perk back up again. “but it’s much better than sitting in a cell, and not seeing you at all.”

your heart clenched, and slowly, you brushed your lips against his. “yeah . . it’s much, much better.”

you took a breath, then another, and then finally, eren cupped your jaw, and kissed you.

it all happened so quick!

one minute you were kissing, the next you were backed into the nearest wall, and shortly after that, eren was slipping his tatted hand under your skirt.

“h-hey—!”

“hush. s’just me n’ connie here right now, and he won’t come back here. unless you wanna stop? just say the word, and we can stop. i have an appetite for multiple things right now,” he grinned, referring to the peppers that were slowly getting cold.

despite being asked a question, you still took this moment to admire eren’s perfectly sculpted face. he’s spouted a few beauty marks since you first met him, and his eyes look a little more tired, but he still looked handsome as ever. one mark in particular that you’ve grown to adore is on his top lip in the left side. it was small, and almost barely noticeable if you weren’t practically touching noses with him.

a soft lick to your lips brought you out of your daze. “c’mon, come back to me,” eren purred, nudging his nose against yours.

“s-sorry! you can touch a little bit, we just can’t . . you know . . ”

“fuck?”

your manicured hands slapped across your face, shielding yourself from him, “don’t be so crude ren!”

“mmcht, i don’t even know what that means, but don’t worry. i have an idea.”

a few minutes later, and you were on the loveseat, sat prettily on eren’s lap, legs on either side of his thighs while your chest pressed snugly against his. his jumpsuit and the pants he was wearing underneath were shoved down to ends of his thighs, leaving him in his wife beater and briefs. he had your skirt flipped up so his hands were able to grab roughly at the soft skin of your ass.

you and eren didn’t dry hump often, but when you did, you best believe he made the best of it every single time.

your panty clad pussy was pressed hotly against his dick, covering him in a warmth that felt so foreign, but so nice.

“you’re getting my dick so wet, baby,” he purred into your skin, tongue poking out to lick and suck at your exposed collarbone. “remind me why we aren’t fuckin’ again?”

your hand smacked against his shoulder as a not-so-gentle request to shut his mouth. “because i-i don’t wanna—mm, d-do too much. plus this was your idea, ‘member—a-ah!”

just as you finished your sentence, eren’s hands were coming down to lay harsh smacks on both your ass cheeks. he was quick to soothe the tingling burn by running his hands are the heated skin.

“yeah, but with the way it’s lookin’, i might as well slip my dick in. i mean look at that,” he grunted, gripping your jaw in his hand. a whine bubbled in your chest when he forced you to look down, giving you a nice view of the way your drooling cunt left a wet patch that was anything but small.

drool pooled on your tongue. you wanted it, and you wanted it bad—but you couldn’t! you were quiet now, but you knew if you caved, and let eren fuck you the way he wants, everyone in a ten mile radius would be able to hear you.

“please stop talking,” your voice came out breathy and whiny, lashes threatening to flutter shut.

eren forced you to look at him, and applied gentle pressure to your jaw to pull you in close, “what? can’t handle seeing how fucking messy your pussy is? i think it’s hot—here, look again, and don’t you dare close those fuckin’ eyes.” he forced your head back down making you whine veryyy loudly.

his mouth was so filthy, you couldn’t stand it!

“at least lemme pull these to the side,” he gruffly chuckled, tugging on the waistband of your thong. the white material was practically sheer from how soaked it was. eren had half a mind to just rip them off, and be done with it, but that wouldn’t be the most ideal seeing as your skirt was already leaving little to the imagination.

you tried to pull yourself out of his grip, but all he did was wrap his hand around the back of your neck, and smush your forehead against his. “why’re you tryna run? i asked you a question,” and just as he finished his sentence, his other hand released the waistband of your panties, making them snap against your dewy skin. “two questions actually if this empty lil head was actually paying attention.”

your lips pushed in a pout when his pointer finger tapped against the side of your head. oh, how you loathed when he asked too many questions during times like this. you didn’t even have to question if he did it on purpose anymore, because you knew he was.

“y-you’re such an ass, ren. just pull them to the—hah, s-side please.” you slowed your movements only briefly to allow eren to hook his finger in the fabric, and yank it to the side.

the material of his briefs felt like heaven against your swollen clit. thanks to losing that extra layer, you were able to feel the outline of his cock between your puffy folds.

“f-feels good, huh? shit, i’m close,” he groaned rather loudly, letting his head tilt back into the couch. you took this opportunity to bury your face in his neck. he smelt of musk, and the woodsy scented cologne he spritzed on himself that morning. it had your head spiraling.

a hiss left eren’s puffy lips when your manicured fingers tugged at his hair, messing his bun up further—if you could even call it a bun at this point.

“ooo, y-yes, it feels so good m’gonna—”

“heh, better hurry up before connie comes back here lookin’ for me,” eren breathily chuckled, blindly reaching for your breast. your heart was thumping so hard, you could barely even hear him speak, but you couldn’t deny that his words had you clenching over nothing.

“y-you said he wouldn’t!”

“did i?” he hummed, taking a second to think to himself before bringing his lips close to your ear, “i lied. jus’ wanted to get you to stop shaking like a baby deer, and calm down. now cum.”

bastard. him, and his stupidly big dick irritated the hell out of you sometimes.

your hips had gained a mind of their own, grinding erratically into eren’s erection like it was your lifeline. all eren could do was bite his lip, and help you out, tatted hands gripping onto your asscheeks to keep your rhythm going.

“ere—!”

eren could’ve frowned at how loudly you whined from having your mouth covered, but he had to keep you quiet!

“fuck, i’m sorry, baby. i know, i know—just cum for me, y-yeah?”

one last bump of his covered dick against your clit had you convulsing, your eyes rolling so far back, eren could only see the whites of them. “jesus christ, look at that,” eren nearly growled, drool pooling on his tongue at the sight of your webs of essence clinging to the material of his briefs.

“c’mere.”

you didn’t even hear him, head still ringing from the mind numbing orgasm you were still experiencing. suddenly, his hand was removed, and was replaced by his lips in a bruising kiss. he forced his tongue between your lips, sucking yours into his mouth greedily.

“y-yes, baby—f-fuck yeah,” eren moaned into your mouth, hips stilling as he felt the coil in his tummy begin to unwind. “shit, h-hold these back for me, princess,” he whined out, referring to your panties that he was now holding in an iron grip.

with a trembling hand you took the garment between your fingers, and eren wasted no time lifting your lower half slightly with one arm, while his other hand yanked down his briefs, exposing his reddish pink, leaking dick. he whined yet again when his rough hand wrapped around the sensitive muscle and stroked it, quickly.

his cum painted your pussy in messy streaks, and even when the spurts turned into a weak dribble, he still rubbed his cock all along the petal soft skin of your folds.

“ugh, you’re so messy with it,” you huffed out, nose scrunching as your fingers swiped over the complete mess between your legs.

“i know, isn’t it great?” eren was content as ever with a big ass dopey grin spread across those pretty lips. his cock sat heavy against his tummy, slowly softening. “i could clean it up if you want.”

eren’s eyes trailed from your puffy cunt, to your eyes, only to find you already staring at him. this silent staring content went on for another minute before eren had you bent over the armrest of the couch, your bare pussy now exposed to the cool air.

“i’ll be quick don’t worry, mama,” he smirked, tongue the inside of his cheek as he pulled up his briefs and pants. you looked back at him, and unfortunately, you couldn’t deny that having him be fully clothed while you were still bare had you dripping.

you nearly could’ve came again simply from watching him redo his bun.

eren was never the type to be afraid of tasting his own cum—especially since you were so into it, so he had absolutely to problem slobbering all over your pussy like the munch he was to make sure you were all cleaned up. he may have suckled on your clit once or twice for funsies, but he’s only human!

“alright, all clean,” he rasped, gripping the fat of your ass to give the soft skin a sweet kiss. before you could even speak, you heard the sound of the doorknob moving.

you almost panicked—almost, but eren being the levelheaded man he was simply snapped your panties back into place, and maneuvered you into a sitting position.

“eren, i know you’re fuckin’ lying,” was all you heard on the other side, and even though it was just connie, it still had you heart racing a bit. you looked over at eren who had just finished tying the sleeves of his jumpsuit around his waist, not a look of worry or concern on his face.

“here,” he spoke softly handing you the pink tupperware containing your food. “can’t a guy get a fuckin’ minute to eat in peace with his woman?” he popped open the top to the container to his own, and take a comically large bite, a bite so big it had you giggling.

“yeah, but i know you two ain’t . . eating . .”

when the door swung open, connie was met with a visibly irritated eren, his cheeks puffed up from chewing.

“you were saying?” you piped up from the back, a look of faux innocence spread across your features. you were playing cool, but in all honesty, your clit was still throbbing with need, and your panties were starting to stick uncomfortably to your folds.

“well who locks a door to eat?”

you were going to speak again, but eren beat you to it, “she doesn’t have to explain shit to you. now, what can i do for you—and it better not be about that dickhead with the busted converter.”

connie’s eyes narrowed, eyeing eren closely, then he looked over at you, then back to eren. “mmcht, whatever. i was coming to let you know that since it’s supposed to storm really bad, we’re gonna close up early, so wrap this up alright?”

as the two men spoke, all you could do was try to contain your dizziness. it amazed you how eren was being so cool—so unbothered. he was never satisfied only cumming one time, so knew he was definitely feeling a little pent up.

when you finally zoned back in, connie was no longer there, and eren was back to cracking his neck. you hated the new habit, but you couldn’t blame him since he was bent over the hood of someone’s care for half a day.

“how about i give you a massage when you get home, hm? we’ll have a little more time together since you’ll be leaving early,” you spoke softly, slowly getting up from the loveseat. your legs felt like jelly, but eren was right there to keep you steady by wrapping his arms around you.

“mm, i would love nothing more. maybe some head after?”

your arms wrapped around his neck, hearts practically forming in your eyes. “of course, babe. i’ll take extra special care of you.”

this made eren chuckle. you were really the sweetest little thing.