Package For You (pt 1)

CW: smut, dacryphilia, choking, praise kink, male masturbation, oral receiving (m and f) fingering, nipple play, size kink, protected sex, teasing, biting, slight size kink

if there's any warning you don't understand, please, please google it. I don't want you to accidentally read something you're not comfortable with

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People saw Eren Yeager in many ways, the way you saw him now — was not one of them.

It was a quiet Friday night. You were fresh out of the shower, a few water droplets ran through your hair and fell on your shivering skin. Your room smelt like the hair nourishing treatments you had on. The only thing covering your bare skin was a milky bathrobe.

You had cracked your window open like you always do late at night. Your room was filled with the singing of crickets that lived in your backyard; but other than that, the night was dead quiet.

You sat on your vanity and chatted with your friends while you prepped yourself for bed. Everything was fine, everything was normal -- until you heard something.

Moans? You've got to be kidding.

You cover your laugh with your hand and grab your phone. You record an audio message and send it to your friends. You couldn't believe some crackheads were getting it on, in the streets in the middle of the night.

You didn't want to look, you know the sight would traumatize you.

They respond by laughing with you. You can't help but conceal your embarrassment for them with more laughter and insults to your group chat.

You set your phone down and begin to put your hair in a protective hairstyle for bed.

While you focused on that, you realized something about the noises coming from outside. It was one voice. One person.

That's even more embarrassing.

You reach over to grab your phone again, but your arm froze after a specific groan entered your eardrums. You snap your eyes towards the reflection on your mirror, like it was a camera and you were on a sitcom.

That was hot.

You shake those thoughts away and look at your mirror again. But this time, your eyes don't focus on your reflection, no, they focus on the reflection of what was outside.

What was outside your window and...inside his.

Could it be? No. That's impossible.

You turn around in your chair and slowly walk towards your window, and there it was.

Eren Yeager.

You gasp at the sight and duck. Your hands fall flat against the floor and your knees ache from the pressure under them. What if he saw you?  You couldn't risk it. Is he doing what you think he's doing?  You're not sure. Maybe you're going crazy... It wouldn't hurt to look tho.

You slowly lift your head until you can see him again. And your eyes had indeed -- not deceived you.

Your lifelong neighbor, Eren Yeager, stroking himself up and down as he laid against the headboard of his bed with the hem of his t-shirt tucked in between his teeth, exposing his abdomen.

Your eyes feel like they'll pop out of your skull at any second. You couldn't believe it. His window was wide open, It was clear as day but you couldn't wrap your head around it.

Your face and chest — scratch that -- your entire body was flushed with a wave of hot blood that made your nape uncomfortably itch. You could feel your pulse on your fingertips as you continued to analyze the sight in front of you.

The main light source of his room was off. The lamps at each side of his bed were what kept his dim room, lit. The color that reflected from the bulbs of said lamps, were orangey-yellow; which made him look warm. His checkered pajama pants were abandoned on his mid-thighs and his body laid on top of his duvet. His skin glistened with sweat as his moans got louder. He threw his head back against his frame only to look at his throbbing dick again.

He pumped himself nice and slow, he'd alter the pace a lot. He would pump himself a few times at an impressively rapid speed — that had to hurt — only to return to his original pace.

You feel arousal pool in your stomach. You couldn't rip your eyes off of him. He looked so dreamy, so at peace. It almost looked fake. Almost looked like you were scrolling down a porn website. He looked so majestic it looked staged. Like he was putting on a show -- and he was -- just, not in the way you were thinking.

His speed increases as his moans get louder. Are his parents not home?  How could he do something so taboo, in such a shameless way? He was so loud, so exposed, it almost looked like he wanted to get caught.

His head falls from his headboard and hangs over his body. His legs were twitching, eyes shut, mouth ajar, and arm veins prominent, as he rapidly pumped himself to reach that high he's been working on.

You see his abs contract and remain tightened;  his hair, loose, and hanging by the sides of his head.

He felt that familiar feeling, pool in the bottom of his stomach. He picked up the pace as he felt his dick cramp a bit. Sweet moans -- that stained his image to you -- spill more frequently until he finally let go. His dick twitches in his hand as he spills milky-white ropes of cum in his lower stomach. He kept going, kept pumping himself through his high. His sensitive head was crimson, and few prominent veins throbbed with his release.

He closed his mouth and let out a few heavy breaths. He lift his pants back up and walked to his bathroom to clean himself, his shirt was still held up by his mouth.

When you see him standing, you drop on the floor. You reach your hands up to close your blinds before crawling to your bed hoping, praying he didn't notice he had a viewer.

You catch your breath and think about everything that just happened.

You curse yourself for looking. If you thought talking to him before was hard, you can't imagine what it will be like now.

All your chances with him, slipping through your fingers, because you just had to be thirsty huh? There's no way you'll ever look at him in the eyes again.

You and Eren have lived across from each other since you were little. Your parents became friends since your dad and his mom worked together. You'd hang out a lot because of it.

He was that neighborhood friend that was only your 'friend' when you needed a play buddy. You two weren't the closest but it hurt to grow apart from him once you entered middle school.

You've had a crush on him since you were 12. You'd dream of having that Taylor Swift moment, where you'd communicate through scribbles on notebooks since your bedrooms perfectly aligned with each other. It never happened of course, but you still dreamed.

You let go of that crush as you grew into your teenage years. Now you'd only speak to him if you happened to see him, which wasn't that often. You still found him incredibly attractive, so much so that there's this running joke with your friends that you'd be with him one day, grab his heart and make it yours. You'd all laugh as you bragged about getting the boy that was out of everyone's league. You knew that'd never happen, but you still secretly had hope that maybe one day, you'd grow close again.

But that hope just flew out the window because you'll never speak to him again.

You throw your duvet over your hot face and try to sleep.

***

The next morning, you hear your doorbell ring. Your dad yells at you to get the packet from downstairs.

You groan. why doesn't he do it himself?

You get up and walk downstairs, you open your front door and look at your doormat to find... nothing. What?

You walk outside and search around your mailbox to see if it was there but...nothing. You search around the bushes until you realize it's useless and walk back inside.

"Where is it?" Your dad asks once you've stepped inside.

"It's not here," you say.

"What do you mean? Let me check," he says, walking past you.

You roll your eyes.

"It's not here." He closed the door behind him and whips his cellphone out.

"Yes, I know," you sigh.

He calls out for your mother and when you see her, you notice she's dressed elegantly — they both are, actually.

You ask them where they're going and they tell you your father's boss invited them to an event.

"Don't open the door to anyone, okay?" Your mother shoves her phone and wallet into her sparkly purse.

"Yes, mom."

"We aren't expecting anything or anyone — we have a key, so there's no reason for the bell to be rung. There's a spare key on the kitchen counter, call us if anything happens." She adjusts her dress on the mirror that's close to the entrance of your home.

"Yes, mom, don't worry."

"Okay, let's go." Your dad laid his hands on your mother's shoulders. "I called customer's service and they said they'd look into the missing packet, if they find it, they'll call me directly."

"Okay."

They leave out the door and lock it. A few minutes later you hear the car exit your driveway. When they leave, you go to your refrigerator — you close it with a sigh, and a drink in your hand, and go upstairs.

You lay on your bed for maybe 7 minutes, until you heard your bell ring.

Your heart drops. "We have a key, so there's no reason for the bell to be rung." Your mother's voice rattles through your head.

You inhale sharply at the thought of every negative outcome coming to life. Your breath gets stuck in your throat and you swallow hard to make it go away. A chill slides through your skin, making your body hairs rise and feel uncomfortably prickly against your clothes. You close your eyes and try to contain your breathing. Your body shakes. You're home alone and defenseless. What do you do?

Another ring yanks you out of your thoughts. You snap your head towards your door's direction.

Pull your shit together, that's what you need to do.

You get up and — as quietly as possible — walk down your stairs.

When your front door enters your vision, you walk towards it, only to stop halfway.

What if they have a weapon? What if they want to harm you?

You stare at your door, unsure of what to do; until you remember the machete your dad bought last week — to make the coconuts you have in your backyard, easier to open.

A small smile intrudes on your face. It's sick for you to get excited at the thought of using it to cut something other than coconut, but you don't have to hide that part of you when you're alone, especially in a situation like this.

You open your storage closet and grab its handle. You slowly walk to your door, and the closer you get, the quicker that twisted smile vanishes. Your hand begins to shake again. You close your eyes and swallow hard. The same chill that took over your body earlier, returns and slides down your spine. You can feel a few drops of sweat racing down your lower back. You feel your eyes burn, a few tears threatening to spill as you put your hand on your mouth and look through the peephole.

"Eren?!" you ask, a little too loud.

He lifts his gaze from the floor to your door. You can see him scratching his nape.

"Um,___ your packet was at my door, do you want it?"

"Oh, yeah, hold on a sec." The breath that was stuck in your chest — suffocating you — escaped through your parted lips.

You walk away from the door and look around your living room, trying to remember where the keys were. "There's a spare key on the kitchen counter."

You walk to your kitchen, grab the keys, hide the machete, and wipe away the sweat that coated your forehead. You're already embarrassed that you assumed the worst and were ready to kill, he doesn't need to know that too.

You unlock the door and open it, reviling Eren.

He's in loose sweat shorts, a black t-shirt, and a brown packet that was held by his big veiny hands, same hands he stroked his d-

"So, here." He extends his arms and holds the packet towards your body.

"Oh, thanks." You hold it against your stomach.

when you look down at it, you notice your home address was written correctly. You remember your doorbell was rung too. So, how'd it ended up at Eren's house? Why'd end up at Eren's house? A mix-up between your mail has never happened before, so why did it happen now?

"So... it's pretty hot today, right?" He rocked back and forth on his heels with his hands shoved inside his pockets.

You shift your gaze from the box to his face. You get the hint. "Oh, do you want to come in?" You open your door a little more, welcoming him into your home.

"Thanks," he says, entering your home and shaking his shoes off at the entrance.

"I'll get you some water." You motion him to follow you, and he gladly does.

You place the packet on your kitchen island and open the fridge.

He sits down on the stool chairs under the breakfast bar of your kitchen island and plays with his fingers as he waits for you to serve him some water.

"Here." You hand him a glass cup and cross your arms over the counter.

"Thanks." He gulps the drink down quickly like he'd been waiting for a drop of water to moisture his parched throat for years. He sets the cup back down with a clink.

He looks around your kitchen, unsure of what to say next. The tension was thick and heavy, making you hyper-aware of everything; of your looks, the state of your house, even your breathing pace.

"Nice house." He looks at you. His piercing green eyes staring through your soul.

Heat invades your face and chest as you drop your gaze to your feet. You clear your throat. "So, um-"

"I saw you." He looks away, towards your family portrait on the wall.

With what the machete? That's so embarrassing. You'll never live that down.

"I- I'm home alone and got scared, there's nothing more to it." You shake your head as you keep your gaze on the ground

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

You both look at each other.

"Wha-"

"Yesterday, I saw you yesterday." His irises focus on the cupboard behind you.

Yesterday? Oh. Yesterday.

Your eyes widen. And you turn your back to him.

Maybe the machete thing wasn't so bad after all.

"Did you like it?"

You squeeze your eyes shut as a shiver ran through your arms, breathing, heavier than you'd ever like to admit.

You hear him stand from his chair and walk over to you.

"You weren't so shy last night. Do I need to keep my dick out for you to look at me?"

Your right hand flew to cover your mouth. The shivers you had gotten felt like you were being pricked by needles. You gripped on the hem of your shirt to keep your trembling hands steady.

With a head tilt, he placed his hand on your shoulder. His touch, light like feathers, but his effect, heavy like bricks.

He was attentive, he saw the way you reacted and knew what reactions were green lights and what ones, weren't. You, squeezing your thighs, was enough for him to take a deep breath in and out.

He slid his hands from your shoulders to the side of your neck, eyes never leaving your face.

He leans against your ear. "Do you want it?"

Your eyes snap open and the first thing that enters your sight is the shadow of him towering over you. He looked so big, so tall. His head was so close to yours, you could feel his breaths against your skin.

It was ridiculous the number of times he had given you goosebumps when he hadn't done anything yet. You hated that you were putty in his hands when you weren't in his hands yet.

You turn around and face him, refusing to submit to him so easily. Did you want it? Of course. But he doesn't need to know that yet.

"There you go." He grabs your chin and lightly lifts your face.

"I'm beginning to think you did it on purpose. You're that desperate to get your dick wet?" You tilt your head, masking your want for him with empty insults.

He laughed as he shook his head. It caught you off guard. It wasn't a cocky laugh, it was a genuine laugh. The ones that make the corner of your eyes crinkle.

He took a step towards you, which made you take a step back. He continued until you had nowhere else to go. Your back, pressed against the cold material of your kitchen sink as you leaned back, and he leaned forwards. His veiny forearms caged you in, resting on each side of you, as he supports his weight on the counter's ledge. He blinked his lidded eyes, slowly as he now breathed your air.

"What if I did do it on purpose?" He whispered as he struck you with his dark, green eyes. The breath that fanned your face, smelled like cherry gum.

You swallow and look at the ground, you don't know what to say, you've never been more intimidated and turned on in your life.

He saw your hesitation and took a step back. Maybe he didn't read you that well.

"Hey."

Your eyes find him again.

"Tell me to stop and I will." He placed his hands in his pockets and waited for your response.

You reach a shaky hand towards the hem of his shirt and pull him in. After one, two steps, he was pressed up against your body. His hands found the sides of your waist and held you in place. He leaned his head towards yours slowly. Each one breathing the other's air. Both, too nervous and worked up to admit.

Instead of kissing you, he pressed his forehead against yours. "Need to hear it," He spoke through shut eyes, he didn't know how much longer he could look at you like this.

"I want you," you say, slightly above a whisper.

And it was enough — enough for him to jam his lips against yours like he's been waiting a lifetime to do so.

You moan into his mouth and place your hands on his chest.

He grabs you tightly by the hips, afraid you'll slip away from him.

With another moan muffled by his mouth on yours, you lock your arms behind his neck and pull him in impossibly closer. You slip your tongue against his bottom lip.

He groans against your mouth and grants you access, kissing and sucking on your tongue. Through heavy breaths, he places his thigh in between your legs.

His hands wander around your body, rubbing and squeezing anything he touches. His hand creep up under your shirt, his warm and light touch made you dizzy. He struggled to undo your bra, which made him break the kiss and turn you around by your hips.

He pressed his bulge on your ass and pushed your back forward to meet with the cold stone. He began to undo your bra as he bucked his hips into yours.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, your cunt painfully throbbing around nothing. Your brain was too drunk off him to realize he was going to fuck you in your kitchen.

"Wait!" You raise your body from the counter, which made you press against him harder.

You both let out a ridiculously shaky moan.

"What's up?" He held on to your hips lightly, tracing circles with his fingers.

"Not here, let's go upstairs." You turn around and grab his hand to guide him to your room.

When you were close enough to your door, he crashed his body against yours and took your lips in his again. He opened the door for you and pushed you inside, he shut it with a kick, never breaking the kiss.

You walk backward with Eren pressing you hard against him. You fall against your bed, he breaks the kiss and takes his shirt off, you take a moment to appreciate his lean built. The few brown freckles that decorated his chest and abs had you reaching your hand towards him to touch him.

He looks down at your hand while panting.

You look up at him with a slight smile and start moving it south.

His breath gets stuck in his throat and he grabs your hand to desperately make you touch his bulge. You shuffle in your seat and join your other hand at the band of his sweats. You pause and look up at him. He nods his head for you to continue.

You slide his shorts off and touch him through his boxers. He was so hard, so big, it had you rubbing your thighs together. You begin to palm him which earns you a groan. He didn't want to rush you, but he also couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips against your hand.

You slowly slide his boxers off and feel hot at the sight. His dick sprung out was almost aligned with your mouth. It was slightly curved upwards and oozing precum from the tip. His head was deep red and his size wide. You knew he'd hit the right places without bruising anything.

You look up at him again as he cups your face, his thumb opening your mouth. He leaned forward and took your mouth in his. This kiss felt different from the others. It was gentle and intimate, leaving you breathless as he slipped away.

You grab his dick and start smearing his precum against the rest of his skin.

He closed his eyes with a deep breath. You get closer and spit on it, you continue to slowly pump him and twirl your hand when you got to the tip. You then, take him in your mouth, too impatiently to drag things out for both of you.

He opened his eyes with a groan once he felt the warmth of your mouth around him.

He cupped your face again and had you look up at him, the sight, almost enough to make him cum. He moves his hands to the back of your head and pauses to look at you. You took your mouth off of him and continued pumping him with your hand.

"Do anything you want." You took him back in, and he wasted no time to fuck your throat.

He started off slowly until he got carried away and picked up his pace. You gag around him, your nose stings, and your eyes are squeezed shut, but you can't find it in you to care. Spit is drooling down your jaw, as you look at him. His abs on your face, flexing every time you moan around him, his eyes closed as his deep breaths filled the air. The sight was too much, he was too much.

He stops his movements and slides out of your mouth. He pushes your body back until you meet with the mattress.

"Been waiting for so long," He pants as he straddles your legs.

He peeled your shirt off and threw it aside with your bra.

His hands find your breasts immediately, which made you squirm under his touch as he rubbed on your already perked nipples and squeezed them.

You moan and look at your ceiling.

He drops down and catches one nipple in his mouth. He sucks, bites, and licks it, which has the both of you moaning. Your hand shoots to his hair as he continues to worship your body. He'd switch between sucking hickeys on your chest to your neck. He couldn't keep his mouth away from your skin. It had his dick aching against nothing.

His mouth found one of your nipples again, and he bit it. Hard. A heavy breath filled your chest as you pulled on his hair to lift him off your body.

He hissed as a smile invaded his face. He trailed light kissed down your body, you arch your back, desperate to feel more.

He reached your shorts and paused. "Can I?"

"Please," you pant.

He slides your shorts and panties off slowly as he maintains his eyes locked with yours.

He groans when his eyes find the mess he's caused. He rubs on your clit and admires the way your cunt flutters against nothing.

"Eren, now." You close your eyes.

You felt his dick twitch on your thigh. It amused him just how needy you were for him. The way he made you feel like this. It boosted his ego more than he'll ever admit to.

He lowers his face until his lips meet with your tummy. He traces wet and lazy kisses down until his face was where you needed him the most. He takes your thighs in his hands and opens them, he marks them with bites and kisses as he moved towards your entrance. He locks his eyes with yours and takes one long, experimental swipe with his tongue.

And it's too much. Him on his knees, wanting to please you like this, looking at you through lust-blown out eyes, is too much. You opt to stare at your ceiling again.

Your chest rises as it fills with air and heat. You begin to tremble as he continuously dragged his wet and warm tongue over your slick. He held your hips in place as he took your clit in his mouth and began to suck on it once, twice, thrice, and lets it go. He goes back to your aching hole and shoved his tongue inside of you. A shaky moan escapes through your parted lips as you grab on to the stands of his hair and pull him closer.

You move your hips in circular motions as the tip of his nose pressed so, so nicely on your clit. You squeeze his hair with your hand as a soundless scream leaves your mouth.

He takes his middle finger and slides it in you, he pumps it in and out slowly until his ring finger joins in on the fun. He curves them upwards, hitting that spongey spot that has you crying out his name.

He takes your clit in his mouth again, and switches from sucking it, to licking it as he relentlessly pumped two fingers in you. They felt so nice, so big, so long. He hit all the places you've never been able to. He's skilled and has your body responding in ways no one has ever had before.

He moaned against your clit as he felt you clench around his fingers. Your warm, soft, and wet entrance making him dizzy at the thought of fucking it. He drinks you down so nicely as he continuously moaned, which had you gasping for air.

You involuntarily jerked your hips against his mouth, your thighs twitched as he slurped you down like the water you had given him earlier. Your toes were curled and your legs stiff. You were close — you knew it, and so did he. After he felt the pulsing of your cunt become more consistent, he pulled away completely, making your eyes snap open, and search for his, in shock.

Your dissatisfied face made him softly chuckle. "Not yet, wanna feel you when you cum." He wiped your juices off his face with his wrists as he leaned in to kiss you. A light and sloppy kiss, no tongue, no biting, but it still had your head spinning and your heart aching.

You look at him through glassy eyes as he stood up to search for his shorts. He found them almost under your bed, slightly peeking out. He grabbed and searched through its pockets and pulled out what he was looking for. A golden squared packet with a circular imprint at the center.

You scoff once you see it. "How'd you know I'd agree."

"I didn't." He tried to hide his grin by looking off to your walls. He sees a few pictures of who he assumed to be your friends on your walls and dresser. He smiled at the thought that maybe one day, he'd be there too — what?

He shook those intrusive thoughts away and put the condom on.

You adjust your position and shuffle back until you're laid nicely on your plush pillows.

He crawled to where you are and stops when he's directly above you, supporting his weight with hands that trapped you on your mattress. He looks down at where his throbbing dick twitches towards you, almost touching your cunt.

He takes multiple deep breaths — to adjust his composure and properly capture the sight that will forever haunt his memory deep in the night.

He holds his base with his fingers and watches you swallow him whole. The lubrication from the condom, making it easier for you to take him in.

Though he prepped you with his fingers and made sure you were lubricated enough, the surface of your entrance still ached terribly — but in the best way possible. You could feel him stretch you out, could feel him split you open as he slowly bottomed out.

He rested his forehead on yours as you swallowed each other's breaths. Eren didn't know how much longer he could last. It's ridiculous, he hasn't begun moving yet but feels like he's on edge. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus or think about anything else but can't when you're squeezing him so nicely against your hot, smooth walls. Your breasts were delicate and pretty, nipples perked from the shivers running down your lower back. Your lips parted, eyes heavy and glossed as you wait for him to start moving.

He lifts his hips, and slowly, and carefully dips them back down, testing the waters. The soft whine that left your trembling lips encouraged him to keep going.

He continued to snap his hips forward and groaned at the way your walls hugged him so well. He drops his body down on his forearms, and cages you in the safety of his flushed chest. You loop your legs around his waist, dipping your heels on the two dimples that decorate his lower back. A loud groan rumbled out of his lips as he dropped his head on the crook of your neck, he's even deeper now with the extra force you assist him with and it has his head spinning.

As he slowly and roughly thrusts his hips inside of you, he angles his hips up, hitting that special spot that has you seeing stars. It has your abs contracting, and your cunt squeezing him impossibly tighter, as you try to take him.

"Eren," you cry out for him, to which he responds with a deep moan.

"So — tight," he pants into your skin and bites down on your neck to keep himself quiet.

You whine and grab onto his back, dipping your nails in his warm skin. He hissed and began to fuck you harder.

"How — how does it feel?" he says, in between heavy breaths.

You feel your eyes sting with tears that are about to spill. "So, so — big." you hiccup.

t's too much, he's too much. You don't know how much longer you'll last with him having no mercy on you.

"Fuck," he breathed and pulled away from you. You're too dumb, and too drunk off him to realize he'd pulled out, and was turning your body around and dragging you towards the edge of your bed.

You realize the switch of position when you feel him at your entrance again.

He had you laid down on your stomach, legs dangling off your bed, ass nicely arched upwards at the edge of your mattress.

He took your hips in his hands and lifted them to meet him halfway.

You let out, maybe the loudest gasp you think has ever come out your mouth when you feel him in this new angle. He was so, so deep in — it almost burned.

A smirk invades his face when he sees how good he's fucking you.

You're dizzy, you can hardly let out a proper breath without it being incredibly shaky. You had your hands squeezing the bed sheet underneath you, so tight, you could feel your nails dipping in your skin — even through the layer of cloth in between.

"You're so good — taking me so good," you hear him say. His voice was muffled by the foggy mess in your brain.

He looped his hand in the front of your neck and pulls you upwards. Your back arched in a way you didn't know was possible. He held you against his chest, your head laid on his shoulder, as he squeezed the sides of your throat.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and the tears that threatened to spill earlier raced each other down your face. A euphoric-like sensation, merged in your head as he blocked your air passage.

His free hand found your clit and he ran fast circles on it as his mouth found your shoulder again.

"So pretty, so pretty like this — fuck." He kissed your shoulder.

He was close, but he wouldn't allow himself to finish before you. He fucked into you, harder and faster, he loosed his grip on your throat and rubbed on your clit harder.

"Eren, I'm — I'm close," you cry out.

"Oh, yeah? Do it then, cum on me — fuck — cum on my dick."

You squeeze your eyes shut, so hard — you see stars. You began to tremble, your legs stiff, your abdomen tight, and your cunt spasming.

"Please," he swallowed out which was your breaking point.

You don't know what sounds you made as everything became muffled once again. Your skin felt like it was on fire, your body burning with the heat of arousal, searing you with electrifying sensations until it exploded like a glowing bomb. Your tears run down your burning cheeks as your body is overtaken by shivering ecstasy.

Your body becomes limp in his hands as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

"Fuck, just like that, baby — squeeze me just like that." He threw his head back with his eyes shut. You felt so good — though he didn't think it was possible, you felt incredibly better than before. You were milking him so good it had him approaching his high not long after yours.

His dick tensed up, spasming like he was getting a cramp. His thighs were rock tight but still trembled the closer he got. He shifted his hands and held you by your breasts. The closer he got, the harder he would hold them, and if you weren't so far gone after your high, you would have felt it.

He went faster and faster, as his chest filled with heat, and his arm hairs stood like they had a mind of their own. And when he finally fell with you, he was left a stuttering mess with his release. His muscles tightened under your body. His dick twitching in you, his balls, tight and empty. He slowly and sporadically bucked his hips into yours to ride out his high.

"Fuck," he breathed after he came back down.

He planted a kiss on where he had bitten your shoulder and leaned towards your bed with you in his arms. He laid you down softly and pulled out with a hiss.

"You good?" He ran his hand on your hair, almost petting you.

"Yeah," you breathed against your bedsheets.

He disposed of the condom in your bathroom and came back to you still in the same position.

He laughed and sat down next to you. "Hey," he whispered as he ran circles on your back.

You hum.

"You did so well for me." He leaned down and kissed the back of your shoulder. "You took me so well." His lips brushed against your skin, which had you shivering again.

You sit up and hide your body with your legs, as you hug them.

You open your mouth to speak, but all attention was stolen off you when you heard a noise from outside. A car.

You and Eren look at each other through widened eyes and quickly start to dress.

***

A/n:

hi guys, this was my first time writing smut, so I'm sorry if it's weird lol.

I hope you enjoyed it, and if you're new here, I have a series called trainwreck, it's def better than this.

until next time :))