I’ve Decided To Answer This Here Because I Wrote Way Too Fucking Much.

I’ve decided to answer this here because I wrote way too fucking much.

Length: 5.8k

CW: Age-gap, forbidden relationship, power imbalance, degradation, daddy kink, dacryphilia, humiliation, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism

A/N: they literally don’t even kiss till 4k in fuck me. I can’t write a pr0n without plot if i even wanted to.

You were moving back home from university for the summer, your small sedan packed to the ceiling with boxes full of your belongings. With your A/C in the car broken, you had the windows of the passenger seats all the way down, the wind blowing in to cool off the sweat dripping down your skin. It was so uncomfortable, your bare legs sticking together while you drove, your tank top drenched with sweat. You cursed the fact that you were too broke to get the car fixed. It was impossible trying to get it fixed back in your college town, where the mechanics were running a freaking mafia ring with the prices they charged students; there was no way you could afford it.

Luckily for you, your father’s best friend Eren was quite good with cars.

When you arrived back home on a late Saturday afternoon, you parked into the empty space on the right side of the driveway. The space to the left, in front of the open garage, was occupied by Eren’s car, a familiar red classic car that he built piece-by-piece as a hobby over the years. You glanced at it briefly as you exited the car, making a mental note to yourself with a sly smile on your face that Eren must be here. For a moment you stood next to the passenger door after you closed it, fixing up your clothes in the side view mirror: pulling up your shorts so they hugged the curve of your ass. Pushing up your bra under your tank top just a little more. Pulling the neckline of your tank top a little lower for some more cleavage – you know, nothing too conspicuous.

You looked up at your house, noticing your father’s car in the open garage. The hood was up, and your father was inside the driver’s seat, fumbling with the dash and muttering curse words at the steering wheel. Below the car, a pair of dark jeans adorning long legs, punctuated with a pair of worn-out sneakers. You couldn’t see who it was, with only the legs poking out from beneath the hood of the car, but you had a good feeling it was the man who was always sticking around to help out your dad: Eren Jaeger.

Your dad didn’t see you when you walked up to the hood of the car. With the hood open, you were obscured from your father’s view. Eren was working on something underneath the car, who knows what, when he heard the tapping of footsteps approaching. He lifted his head, just slightly, but he could only see calves and a pair of sneakers. But his best friend only had one child, his wife long passed, so those feminine legs could only belong to one person: you.

He dropped his wrench and slid out from under the car, his back on one of those boards with wheels. When he slid out he saw you standing there, staring back at him with a smile. From his angle, he got a nice view of your long legs and the underside of your tits. Nice.

“Hey,” he greeted you with your name, the sound of it always coming out sweet like honey, those green eyes sparkling even in the shadow that you cast onto him as you blocked the sun with your body. “Back from school?”

“Yeah, home sweet home.” Your eyes held his gaze for a moment before they dared to travel lower. With the sweltering heat, of course he was shirtless, abs rippling with his movements, his chiseled arms covered in sweat and motor oils. Of course, even with him in his 30s, he’d have a toned body that your classmates would be jealous of. Of course those jeans of his would sit low on his hips, your eyes hitching on that delectable happy trail of his. Of fucking course your dad’s friend was still too hot for you to function. Sometimes you hoped you’d come back from university and you’d come back to him finally looking his age. But that hasn’t happened yet, and doesn’t seem like it will, either.

Oh and of course Eren would catch you staring every single time. Not that he minded. He only smiled in silent acknowledgement of you undressing him with your eyes. And then it was his turn to undress you with his eyes because, frankly, the tiny amount of clothes you wore today needed to be appreciated.

Your father’s voice calling your name suddenly thundered in the otherwise silent garage, cutting short whatever the hell you two were doing with those bedroom eyes. You tore your gaze away from Eren to look up at your father, who had climbed out of the driver’s seat and come over to you for a hug.

“I missed you, honey,” he said, embracing you tightly. Your face was smooshed against his sweaty t-shirt. He smelled of booze. Must have been drinking.

“Dad, gross. You’re sweaty,” you protested, wedging your palms between your bodies and using them to push him away. He laughed, and when you pushed him away you noticed a beer can in his hand.

“That any way to greet your old man? Oh, and Eren’s here,” he gestured with his beer can to Eren, as if he didn’t realize you could see Eren as clear as day on the floor. You dad was a bit clueless most of the time, never catching onto the unspoken thing going on between his best friend and his daughter. Or maybe he was drunk, you thought, looking over at the number of empty cans on the ground by the car.

“Yeah I saw, dad,” you turned to Eren, “How’s it going Mr. Jaeger?”

Eren rolled his eyes, shooting you a look. “It’s Eren.”

“Right,” you said with a teasing grin.

Your father piped up, his speech just slightly slurred, “My car’s dead right now, Eren came over to check it out. How’s it look, Eren?”

Eren piped up from his spot on the ground, “Not good. We’re gonna have to order a part for it, so it might be out of commission for a few days.”

Your father turned towards you, “I might need to borrow your car to get to w-work.” He hiccuped when he croaked out the word work.

“Aw come on, dad,” you complained, “But I was going to meet up with my old friends from high school on monday.”

Eren quickly said, “I can give you a ride, if you want. I’m off Monday.”

Your eyes flickered down towards him, a look filled with a thousand words in his eyes. Was he suggesting something?

Your father said, “See! It works out!” He was talking a bit too loudly for you standing right before him, but okay. He’s definitely drunk.

You sighed, “Okay. But the A/C’s broken.”

Eren got up, pushing off the rolling board, and stood next to you. He grabbed a nearby towel and wiped down his hands, turning the towel a darker color with the stains of motor oil. “I can fix that, show me.”

Your father, wiping the sweat from his brow, said “I’m gonna head inside and get a drink. It’s so damn hot outside. Have Eren check on the A/C for you.”

“Okay, dad.”

You knew your dad was a sleepy drunk. You figured he was probably going to go lay down on the couch and knock out. He walked to the door in the back of the garage. You and Eren watched as he turned the door knob and then headed inside. Once your dad was out of sight, Eren took a step closer to you, close enough to have you leaning over the exposed hood of your father’s car.

“Wanna show me?” He asked, wedging a leg between your thighs as you were pressed against the hood of the car.

For a second your mind blanked out, not sure exactly what he was referring to. He chuckled.

“The A/C, sweetheart.” He said, brushing the back of his hand up your thigh, before pulling away and sauntering over to the car. You blinked back, dazed, eyes trained on the muscles of his broad back, following him the short distance to your car.

“Yeah, the A/C’s broken,” you said, stepping in front of him. You opened the driver’s seat door, and he stood closely behind you as you bent down at the waist to insert the key into the ignition. With you bent over and him behind you, this position was less than ideal and it was giving Eren thoughts. For a second he pondered tossing you into his car and taking you right then. But he practiced some self-restraint.

You turned on the car and played with the A/C dials. As you were bent over, your torso inside of the car, your legs standing straight, you felt his hand brush over your ass. It stayed there, fingers touching where your shorts ended and your asscheeks began.

He’s getting bold, you thought to yourself. Eren was always one to share teasing looks and the occasional touch. But he’d never let his touch linger. What was different about today?

Eren’s friendship with your father started a couple of years ago, your dad starting at a new job while you were away freshman year, and Eren being a coworker that he came to befriend. They grew very close immediately, bonding over practically anything: music, sports, other boring shit that you didn’t care about. You never cared at all about your dad’s friends, to be honest. At least, not until you met Eren in person.

That first summer that you came home from school was when your father had introduced him to you. You were home one day, lounging around in a t-shirt and shorts (no bra because who wears a bra at home?), when you made your way downstairs to grab a snack from the fridge. But you couldn’t even make it all the way down the stairs, because the sight at the bottom nearly paralyzed you.

You never expected your father’s friend to be so hot.

He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, having just walked in the front door and chatting with your father, when he heard your footsteps coming down. Before you could see him, he saw you and your silky smooth pair of legs, his eyes trailing upwards until he caught a glimpse of your face. He’d told himself that, no, he did not notice the way your breasts bounced beneath your t-shirt as you went down the stairs. Nope. No he didn’t. Okay, maybe he did.

You were looking down at your feet as you made your way down the steps, only stopping at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, paired with the sight of an unfamiliar man. When you two locked eyes, it was like time froze.

Quickly your father said, “Honey, this is one of my friends from work. Eren Jaeger.”

He then turned to Eren, “This is my daughter I told you about.”

Eren was quick to recuperate, waving a hand as greeting, thinking to himself that, fuck, he expected some kind of snot-nosed brat, maybe a school-aged kid. Not some 20-year-old who looked like that.

You waved back, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Jaeger.”

“Call me Eren,” he corrected you, once you made it down to the bottom of the stairs.

“Okay, Eren.” You smiled as you stuck a hand out for him to shake it.

And with the sight of your smile, he was a goner.

Eren was not very good at resisting temptations.

Temptations came in all forms: wasting money on more parts for his classic car; eating too many scoops of ice cream on a friday night; having one too many beers at the bar with his friends. But the worst one was you.

See, the more time you spent around your dad’s best friend, the more you noticed the looks. It was only looks, at first. But you, someone who was admittedly a bit of a spoiled daddy’s girl, you were not used to being told no. There weren’t things that you wanted that you couldn’t have – Eren being one of them, of course. So when Eren would look, you would look back. At first Eren was shocked, that when his eyes would start down at your thighs, his gaze would meet yours once it reached your face. He knew that you knew that he was checking you out. And you knew that he knew when you would check him out. It became a game, almost. Who could stare at who while your dad didn’t notice. Eren tried to resist this game, him being the older one here, he should have known better.

But like we said, he’s not very good at resisting temptations. Especially in the form of a sexy girl going to a spring break party.

You were such a tease, though you weren’t trying to be. A saturday night with your dad and his friends drinking beers in the living room, as they screamed and shouted at the sports game on the tv – that was a normal occurrence in the house. What wasn’t normal was the fact that you were going out that night. The drunk men gathered around the TV paid you no mind as you walked down the stairs, a tiny figure-hugging dress adorned on your body. Well, except for Eren. He definitely paid you mind. His eyes, locked-on like a cat with a laser pointer, watched as you made your way down and turned into the kitchen. By some kind of impulse, maybe liquid courage, he shot up and followed you. He tried to stand there casually as you opened the fridge to take out a bottle of soda, palming his sweaty hands against his jeans.

“Going out tonight?” He asked, eyes trained on your figure as you paid attention to the glass on the counter, pouring your soda.

“Yeah, meeting up with some friends. Why?” You turned to face him, and his eyes immediately dropped to your cleavage. God he was terrible at this. You resisted the urge to laugh.

“You wouldn’t be meeting up with guys would you?” Eren asked, a teasing sound to his voice. You giggled and it immediately brought a smile to his face.

“What, did my dad tell you to ask me that?” You laughed, opening the fridge once more to put the soda back in. You bent over to put the soda on a bottom shelf, and Eren scooted closer. His mouth was practically watering, with you bent over like that… he wondered what you would feel like. He just wanted to know. Maybe a light touch, and he’d find out. Just one touch, he told himself.

He came up behind you, just the lightest brush of his palm against your ass, before he parked his hand at the small of your back. You were about to close the fridge, but his free hand came around to yank it open wider.

“Just wondering, ‘is all. I’m gonna grab a beer, ‘scuse me.”

For a moment you froze, your eyes tilting up towards the brunette while he reached into the fridge and grabbed a bottle. Then he removed his hand, taking a step back and closing the fridge.

“I mean… there might be guys there,” you said, looking up at him from behind your long fake lashes, “are you gonna tell my daddy?”

Daddy… he gulped. Why’d you have to say it like that?

“I—“

You cut him off by placing a manicured hand on his forearm, rubbing your palm down his arm. Your long nails just slightly dragged over his skin. His breath caught in his throat at your touch.

“I told him it’s just a party with my friends. I’ll be a good girl, don’t you worry about it Eren.”

He stood there gaping, stuttering his lips open and closed like a fish, while you moved to drink your soda, eyes trained on his face as you lifted the glass. His eyes moved to the red lipstick stain on the rim when you pulled away and placed the glass down on the counter. You stood before him, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes.

“You won’t tell him, right? It’ll be our little secret.” He felt your finger tap his chest, keeping it there as you stared up at him with a wink. He wrapped his hand around your finger. The other hand dropped back down, just lightly brushing the fabric of your dress at your waist.

“Yeah. Our secret,” he agreed, his voice low as his eyes searched yours. The tension was ridiculous. You were no longer talking about this silly party, the way your hands both just lightly touched what they couldn’t have. The grip around your finger tightened, “By the way?”

“Yeah?”

He leaned down, lowering his voice further, so hushed that you could barely hear him over the loud sports game in the other room. “You look good.”

You saw his emerald eyes look down towards your cleavage and back up to your face, before letting go of your hand and turning away, picking up the cold beer on the counter. You swung back the last sip of your soda, setting the glass back down on the counter. Before you left the room, you took one last look at Eren. He was still staring at you, a predatory look in those snake eyes of his as he leaned against the wall.

As you passed him on the way out of the room, you said to him, low enough for only his ears. “You look good too.”

Resistance was futile.

That one night started many many more exchanges like those, as if the dam holding you both back broke that night. A brush of his hand against your chest, perhaps a hand at your waist, even escalating to suggestive words — even the sight of him would make your heart race. But you waited, patiently. You wouldn’t be the one to make a move, you enjoyed being chased.

And Eren was enjoying the chase. You both knew what was happening here. The only fool here was your father — oblivious to the way his best friend was one word away from snapping and fucking his daughter dumb. Eren found himself looking forward to the times you were home from university, making excuses to come over to your home. He was lucky he was quite the handyman.

Today was one such excuse — he knew from talking to your father at work that he’d been having car troubles. And he also knew that you were coming home today, your father beaming about it at work. So why not kill two birds with one stone? He knew your father would fall asleep after having one too many beers – he’d done it almost every time the boys would get together for a game. Your father made it too easy for him.

Suddenly Eren’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You were still bent forward into the car, doing nothing but staring blankly in front of you.

“Hey, why don’t you let me take a look?” He asked, his hand now gracing the back of your thigh, his body leaning over yours. He was so close the back of your legs were brushing against the fabric of his jeans.

“Okay.” You said, moving back out of the car. The action of you moving back brought your hips flush to the man behind you, and on instinct his two hands were at your hips. He briefly held you like that, your hips pressed against his crotch with you bent over, and with a gasp you realized you could feel the cause of the tent in his jeans. You rose quickly, your left hand holding onto the car door for support, and he removed his hands from your body as quickly as he had placed them there in the first place.

He sat down in the passenger seat without a word, a hand up to the air vents to feel for any sign of cold air: nothing. He then bent down and reached for the lever to open the hood of your car. You stood next to him, watching his movements. After pulling the lever and getting your hood open, he turned towards you, looking up at you expectantly.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I kinda need to get out and you’re standing in the way. Unless you’re trying to crawl in here with me?”

He said it with a laugh. He was joking, at least he meant for it to sound like he was joking. You looked down at his chest, still shirtless and glistening with sweat. You forced yourself not to look lower where you knew his pants would be, um… still quite tight.

“Is that an invitation, Mr. Jaeger?”

For a moment you both just stared. Who would move first? Who would speak first? It felt like neither of you moved even a hair, your question hanging there unanswered.

He stared, taking in your features: your hair thrown up in a high ponytail, wisps of hair out because you’d been driving for hours with the window open. Just the slightest bit of sweat on your brow because of the heat. Your eyes, full of determination, so clear in the shining summer sun, challenging him, daring him to say yes. Those lips, pretty, plump, and twisted up in a teasing smirk. This was the bluntest you’ve ever been with him. Perhaps you were at the end of your rope like he was.

And you stared, taking in all the features of his face: his messy mop of brown hair, ruffled because he was working under your dad’s car, tied into what started out as a bun on the back of his head, now half a bun with locks of hair falling out and framing his face. Those thick brown eyebrows, higher on his forehead due to his surprise at your daring question. His plump lips, wet because his tongue just darted out to lick them over as he contemplated his answer. And of course, those stupid pretty eyes of his, searching yours for any hints of doubt. He knew from the years of build up to this moment that there wouldn't be. But still, consent was crucial.

“Do you want it to be?”

You finally gave him that one word: the one that, as we said, was going to make him snap and fuck you dumb.

“Yes.”

What happened after that was a blur. Who kissed who first? You couldn’t say even if a gun was held to your head, but that kiss was fucking incredible. Perhaps years of waiting was worth it, because no one had ever kissed you like that. A kiss so hot and heavy, his hand on the back of your neck, pulling into him. You felt like you were falling into a fucking abyss, the way he stole your breath and every moan that followed. Who the fuck gave him the right to kiss like that? You were almost angry – the way he’s been teasing you for so long and holding out like this? The nerve.

But you couldn’t stay mad, not when his tongue was deep in your mouth and his hands were grabbing fistfuls of your ass. Your hands carded through Eren’s locks, and a low growl ripped from his throat when you tugged on them. You weren’t sure how much more time you spent kissing and grabbing at each other – a few minutes? An hour? – but when your brain finally cleared of its fog you found yourself on his lap in the driver’s seat of your car, grinding your hips down onto him, his hands at your hips guiding you.

“Eren,”  you said, voice breathy and whiny, as his lips trailed your collarbone.

“Yeah?” He asked, his lips glued to your skin. He could taste just a hint of salt from your sweat. But he was sweaty too, it was hot as fuck outside. Not that he cared.

Some sort of clarity had hit your mind and you asked, “What if my dad comes back?”

Eren let out a low chuckle, the hot breath from his nose fanning against your throat, before going back to your skin. “He won’t.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Your dad’s wasted. He’s probably asleep by now,” his lips traced paths up your throat, settling for that dip between your jaw and your ear.

“Then let’s go inside, please.”

He pulled away to peer into your eyes, to check if you had changed your mind. They were clouded with lust, begging as you grinded against him once more.

“Why?”

You hooked a finger under his necklace, pulling him closer. Hovering above his now bruised lips, you said, “so you can fuck me.”

Sneaking past your father was surprisingly easy. He really was knocked out on the couch, an empty beer can in his hand over his chest, snoring the rest of the afternoon away. While Eren washed his hands and re-tied his hair, you waited on your bed. You almost expected it to be awkward when he returned to you, but when he crawled in between your legs you picked up right where you left off, breathless kisses and wanton moans, loud and unabashed, reverberating against the four walls of your bedroom. Once your dad was asleep, there was no waking him up, not that either of you cared. All you cared about was hearing more of those sexy moans of his, feeling more of his skin, tasting more of those lips. Your hands scrambled at the button of his jeans, fumbling to get them open while your lips were captured between his teeth. You grunted in frustration when you couldn’t get him free, making him chuckle.

“Can’t wait to have my cock, can you?” he teased, his own hand coming down to do the work for you. He unbuttoned his jeans, his pants sitting low on his hips. But he made no move to take them off just yet.

“Eren, please,” you begged.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.” You could hear the smugness in his voice. Yes, he was desperate to finally be inside you, but hearing you beg just a little first wouldn’t hurt.

“I want your cock inside me, daddy,” you mewled, your hands pawing at the sides of his pants, peeling them down off his hips.

When his jeans and boxers were down to his mid-thigh, his dick was finally free, rock hard and glistening with precum, ready just for you. He ached with anticipation. You licked your lips, every hair on your body on edge as you waited for him to move.

He settled in between your parted legs, sitting on his knees, lazily pumping his cock with his fist. His eyes scanned your body, your clothing discarded some time ago while he kissed you, his gaze settling on your cunt, soaked, waiting, just waiting for him. He’d normally take his time, let you cum on his tongue, or perhaps on his fingers, but with your father downstairs and the years of waiting for this moment, he wanted, no, he needed his cock inside you immediately. He couldn’t wait much longer.

You moaned as he teased the head up and down your folds, skin glazing over your clit over and over. He has been a tease since day one, and hell even now he was fucking teasing.

“Please, put it in,” you asked, hands coming up to grip tightly on his shoulders.

“So impatient,” he grinned, pretending as if he wasn’t just as impatient, and suddenly he rammed himself inside, one full thrust so hard you had to blink back tears.

“Oh my god!” you couldn’t help but yell, the force of his movement jolting you against the bed.

He paused after that one single thrust, his cock buried inside, to push your legs back until your thighs were pressed to your chest, his hands holding down your legs by the ankles. He leaned into your ear, his voice so low and deep it sent shivers up your spine.

“Now, baby… I want you to tell your daddy downstairs who’s your daddy. I want you to take my fucking cock like a good fucking girl, yeah?”

You were so shocked by his words, yet feeling so fucking stuffed, so turned on, you simply nodded, tightening your grip on his shoulders. And suddenly he was moving, not an ounce of effort wasted on starting slow, his grip on your ankles tight, his hips crashing into you and balls smacking against your skin with every thrust. You were whimpering, moaning, tears welling in the corners of your eyes – everything at once, because he was absolutely ruining you. He’d been waiting years to do so, afterall.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, words squeezed out between gritted teeth.

You were both covered in sweat all over again, though for different reasons now, your body pressed deep into your mattress as his body hovered over yours, pounding over and over and over. A mixture of curse words, his name, daddy, and whatever unintelligible gibberish came out of your mouth, all choked out of your hoarse throat as he moved, your nails marking red crescents into his shoulders. His hair was falling out of his bun once more, locks falling against your skin, painting it like a brush with each thrust. You locked eyes for a moment, only long enough until you couldn’t stand it, the animalistic look in his eyes so striking you had to look away or you’d be eaten whole.

He let go of one of your ankles to bring a thumb to your clit, rubbing it with the pad of his finger as you squeezed around him. He moved, both his hips and his fingers, watching as you approached your peak. He could see it in the way your eyes rolled back in your head before squeezing shut, your lips parted in the cutest form of the letter ‘O’, your toes curled in the air. He could hear it in the way your moans turned to high pitched ‘ohs’ and your breath got ragged. And he could feel it, in the way your walls squeezed him with no fucking mercy. You were cumming, cumming so hard on his cock you were fucking crying, full drops of tears streaming down your pretty face.

“Daddy’s girl’s a little crybaby is she?” he teased, but you didn’t care, your mind way out in orbit, trying desperately to come back to this atmosphere. You weren’t even close to coming back down when suddenly he flipped you over, face pressed into the sheets, ass in the air.

He gave your ass a good slap before stuffing his cock right back in, hands reaching out to tease and tug at your nipples. You yelped in pain as he tugged them harder, snapping his hips against your ass, so hard your whole body moved up against the sheets.

“Ah–Daddy, fuck!” you whined, the new angle pushing him deeper inside you than before.

He smacked your ass once more, “Louder, I know you can baby.”

At this point you’d forgotten all about your father downstairs, so caught up in this moment with Eren, that when he asked you to be louder there wasn’t a reason in the world for you to stop yourself. He was jackhammering away at your poor cunt, the only thing holding your hips in place was his vice grip on them, the rest of your body limply pressed into the mattress, your screams muffled into the sheets. Eren was saying something about stuffing your cunt with his cum, but you couldn’t make out the words, so thoroughly fucked dumb you couldn’t even think to process what he was saying.

With only whines and mumbles left pouring out of your lips, he laughed between his heavy breaths. “Fucked you dumb, did I?”

Eren was about to continue to run his mouth, when suddenly outside the door were heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

Snapped out of your trance, you propped yourself up with the palms of your hands. “Shit, shit, shit,” you whispered. But Eren didn’t stop – you’d gone tighter around him, the little slut that you were, getting turned on by the thought of getting caught. He could feel himself getting closer, too. Fuck, he needed to cum. He couldn’t stop now.

“Eren, Eren,” you panicked as the footsteps got closer.

“Not now baby, daddy’s about to cum.”

“No, daddy’s about to come up here!” you whispered harshly.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna–”

A knocking came from the door.

“Honey, are you okay? Heard some noises coming from up there,” you father said from across the door.

You looked back at Eren, panicked. He didn’t stop moving, only mouthing the word ‘answer’.

“I’m okay, d-dad,” you answered, a thrust that hit your cervix causing you to stutter.

“Have you seen Eren? His car’s still here,” he said, and Eren resisted the urge to chuckle at your father’s stupidity, cursing under his breath at the feeling of his cock dragging across your tight cunt. He was desperately trying to stave off his orgasm but his balls were clenching with the need to cum.

“Nope! Maybe he’s out-outside.”

“Alright, I’ll head out to check,” your father said, and you listened to the sound of his footsteps retreating back down the stairs. God he was really oblivious, wasn’t he?

Meanwhile the orgasm Eren was holding back hit him like a truck. He came, with his head thrown back and expletives escaping his lips in harsh groans, spilling his hot seed into you with no remorse. He held your body still, looking back down to watch as he pulled out, his cum trickling out down your cunt and thighs, wetting the sheets below. He fucked his cum back into you, once, twice, just mesmorized in the way it coated his length.

“Fuck, I made a mess of your pussy,” he chuckled, finally pulling out for good, releasing his hold on your hips and letting you fall down to rest on your sheets.

“That’s not the only thing thats a fucking mess,” you muttered into the sheets, completely spent. “Holy fuck.”

Eren sat on his knees for a moment, catching his breath. For a moment you thought you were both safe, sharing a lazy smile from across the bed.

That was, until the footsteps returned, growing louder again with each step.

“Shit.”

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