#tw.dub con

Eren who is so deeply and passionately in love with you. Eren who loves so intensely that it causes him to become paranoid. Eren who will do anything to make sure you won’t leave him.

You’re the answer to his prayers, like an angel sent from above. From the moment he set his eyes on you, he knew you were the one. And he’d be damned if he ever let you go. You were the type of love people wrote songs about, dedicated their lives to finding, the type of love that can make someone go mad.

You two almost always fuck with a condom. And on the off chance you don’t, the pills you took daily on the dot served as another layer of protection to prevent any accidents. Eren also always went out of the way to buy you a Plan B the morning after. The two of you were both young, still in college. The idea of starting a family was one of the last things on your mind, too many years ahead.

Eren has different plans. He thinks that having a child is one fool-proof way of showing others that you’re taken. He can’t stand the mere thought of some random even attempting to woo you, so if they see your belly nice and round with his baby? No one else would stand a chance. He knows it’s wrong, but what other choice does he have? There’s so many other guys out there that could just waltz into your life and steal you away from right under Eren’s nose. He wants to make sure that never happens.

He also knows that you’d make an excellent mother— so kind, nurturing, loving. You won’t be able to stand raising your own without him by your side, you love him too much. You’ll be forced to need him, which is exactly why he decides to throw away your birth control tabs in the trash one morning while you were sleeping.

His princess deserves only the best, which is exactly why he takes the time to prep you, making sure you’re wet enough to take everything he has to give you. He makes sure that you’re comfortable, propping your bottom up on a plush pillow so he can go deep, just how you like it.

“Hey,” a voice snaps you back to reality. Your gaze shifts to Eren, who slaps the head of his cock against your clit, rubbing tantalizing circles around it one, two, three times before dipping the tip inside your tight hole that’s fluttering with desire. “There you are. Pay attention, alright? Not gonna ask again.”

“Wait, babe. Condom?”

“I’ll pull out.” He says it so quickly and with such conviction that you believe him.

When’s the last time you took your pills again? You can’t remember. Eren managed to distract you every single time your alarm went off to take it. You guess you forgot. You should be fine, right? As long as your boyfriend pulls out.

Eren brings his face close to yours, tendrils of his hair ticking your cheek. He gives you a wide smile before bringing his lips down to meet yours. He slips his tongue into your wet cavern, wanting to savor every single piece of yourself that you offer to him. You find yourself missing the warmth he brings once he pulls away, but not for long. Eren lips find their way to your neck, alternating between sucking and biting harshly on the sensitive skin. Every love bite he paints onto your skin fills him with satisfaction. Just another method of marking what’s his, another way to show others that you belong to him, and only him.

He gives you another kiss before he sheathes himself within you fully. Your back arches off the mattress as you let out a loud moan. He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around your areola, sucking and biting lightly, hoping to ease any pain you’re feeling before giving the other one the same treatment. 

He starts off slow, his girth dragging along your insides tantalizingly before being sucked back in. He loves seeing you squirm as he fills you. He’s always said that you were perfect for him, that you two were made for each other. That the way your pussy wraps around his member like a glove was just a testament to that statement. 

His pace picks up, sweet gasps and groans falling from his lips as you both get lost in the pleasure. Eren can feel the knot in his abdomen threaten to unravel much sooner than he’d like. He stops suddenly after a particularly rough thrust to prevent himself from finishing too early, his throbbing member resting against the inside of your thigh.

The pause is enough to snap you out of your daze and back bring you back to reality. Your lift your head up to look at him. He meets your gaze, smirking wickedly before ramming back into you suddenly, pace picking up as if he never stopped. Your boyfriend really seems to be pushing it a bit too close this time around. 

“Babe, don’t cum inside m-“ you warn, before being cut off with a deep kiss from Eren that has your mind spinning.

“But you just feel so good, baby. Squeezing me so tight,” he pants, lips brushing against yours. “Makes me want to fill you up.”

You let out a faint gasp. He knows it’s sick, but the fear in your eyes makes him go dizzy. He feels like a predator that’s finally trapped his prey. 

“But—” you try to protest.

“’S makin’ me want to see how pretty your pussy’s gonna look with my cum. Be a good girl and just take it.” He doesn’t falter. “Fuck, I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, I swear I will.” 

“Eren, don’t—“

 A sudden hand wrapped around your throat causes your pleas to die on the tip of your tongue. Eren’s verdant eyes are electrifying, eyebrows drawn together in a mixture of annoyance and pleasure.

“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m doing this for the both of us, so you should learn to be more grateful.”

He continues to fuck into you, his length hitting every spot that makes you feel like you’re slowly ascending to heaven, his pelvis slapping against your clit. His eyes never leave you. He doesn’t want to miss a single second of this. He wants to see you fall apart over and over again because of him. He’s convinced that he’s the only one who can make you feel this good. The lewd sounds of your arousal resonate throughout your shared bedroom. You’re trapped under the heat of Eren’s body. It feels like you’re being consumed— every moan, every gasp, every twitch, every thought, it belongs to him. Eren Jaeger’s laid you out on a silver platter with every intention devouring you whole.

He gives you a fleeting kiss, before lifting your legs and placing them over the expanse of his broad shoulders. The new position somehow causes him to go even deeper. You wince as you feel his member brush against your cervix.

“You’re mine, you got that?” 

All you can do is nod.

He thumbs your clit, expertly rubbing circles in time with his thrusts. The added pressure against your already abused nub has your orbs rolling back into your head, mouth agape as you struggle to form any coherent thought or phrase that could accurately illustrate just how completely fucked out you felt.

“You better fucking cum before I do, or else I won’t let you finish,” you both know it’s an empty threat. He’s always put your pleasure above his. He knows your body like the back of his hand, knows just how to kiss you to leave you breathless but wanting more, knows just what filth to utter to have your mind go blank, knows just how to angle his thrusts to hit that spot that has you seeing stars. He’s memorized every single thing about you to a T. 

It’s times like these, with your bruised lips open slightly as you let out those sweet whines that he loves so much, your slick making a mess on Eren’s torso and the sheets, where he thanks whatever celestial forces there are that granted him this sweet sense of nirvana. He thinks you look utterly perfect, and it’s all because you let him ruin you and piece you back together, again and again. He feels his heart swell just in time with the way your gummy walls clench around him, your arousal dripping down your ass and soiling the sheets, signaling your orgasm.

“God, I love you so much,” he breathes.

You’re too far gone at this point to even respond, babbling nonsensically. That won’t do for Eren. 

“And you love me. Say it,” he snarls, viridian eyes frantically searching yours for confirmation. You nod, mind hazy and tears blurring your vision.

“I love you, Eren,” you manage to say through gasps.

Just that simple phrase is enough to do him in. Those four words hold such a weight that he finds himself climbing to his release rapidly with no promise of respite.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it. Take it, fucking take my cum,” he punctuates each word with a rough thrust. Your hands fly to his pelvis in one last attempt to have him cum anywhere but inside you, but Eren’s just too strong. He throws his head back, groaning out a string of profanities as he plateaus. He paints your walls white with a copious amount of hot, thick cum. He rides out the last of his orgasm before stilling his hips against yours.

He pulls out carefully, slowly in order to ensure his efforts don’t go to waste. You can feel your lover’s warm seed threaten to spill out of you, muscle still clenching from the aftershocks of your climax.

Eren slaps one large hand over your abused heat, plunging two of his digits inside your sensitive hole before striking you a stern look. “Don’t waste it, princess. We’ll have to start all over again.”

You both knew it was just another empty threat. He’d do it again even if you were good and listened to him. Because once Eren’s decided on something, he’ll make sure it happens.