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Evening turned to night, the hours ticking away slowly, and soon the fireplace in the mess hall had turned cold and every last Scout was required to get in bed before curfew. You made the impulsive decision to wear matching underwear under your nightgown, even though it would be uncomfortable to be sleeping with a bra on. Just in case.
Somehow, it seemed as though you weren't going to be sleeping early tonight.
Eren Yeager had been eyeing you at dinner. Those bright green eyes, the ones you loved to stare at and fantasize about when no one was looking. The ones that glowed emerald when he was ecstatic, the kind that flashed with electricity and resolve when he was furious. Out of all the wonders in the world his eyes had ever set themselves on, tonight they had been trained on you.
You and Eren kept your little meet-ups a secret, but it was lucky that no one had really been paying him any attention because tonight they were burning with a new emotion: lust.
Getting up, you made your way to your desk to light a lantern so that you weren't left in complete darkness. At that very moment, a knock came at the door. You blew out the match and straightened yourself, fanning out your nightwear.
"Come in," you offered, barely loud enough to be heard.
Eren entered, and you lifted your head delicately, catching the wonder in his eyes as he leaned against the doorframe and surveyed your room. Finally, he focused on you, his gaze traveling up your body, respectfully fixating on your face.
He was no longer wearing his gear, but he had changed into a clean set of clothes. His semi-long brown hair had been neatly combed, the tips loosely hanging on his shoulders. Apparently you weren't the only one who had freshened up tonight.
"There you are," you said, standing to greet him. Eren came in, shut the door, and locked it behind his back.
"I wanted to see you before bed," he said as you wrapped your arms around his waist, settling his hands on the curve of your hips. "Wanted to ask for a goodnight kiss."
"A goodnight kiss?" you laughed. "Eren, you're terrible at making up excuses."
He playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. But I'm telling the truth. I really did want to see you."
You started giving him kisses, giggling between each one. Eren, so pleased to receive the affection, took every kiss and laughed along with you.
After a few rounds of attacking each other's mouths in excitement, the laughter stopped and the smiling dwindled. The kisses turned from something childishly blithe to something much deeper. When you pulled away and looked right into his beautiful green eyes, they were intense, focused.
"I missed you, you know that?" he said, voice low and husky as he ran his hands up and down your body. "I missed you so much."
Before you could respond, Eren took a deep breath and pulled you in for a deep, sensual kiss. Your lips crashed against his, you both groaned in each other's mouths, the pent-up dam of desire finally coming loose and breaking. His nimble fingers squeezed your ass, causing you to gasp a bit when he silently gave you his request.
Jump.
And so you did, the same way you had on top of the wall, you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. He pulled you into his embrace, his hands making their way under your ass so he could carry you. His hardening erection was threatening to poke your behind from the position, and you tactically dipped down a little, making him groan with desire.
He carried you to your bed, and in a matter of seconds your back collided with the fluffy mattress, both your lips locked in a frantic kiss as he began unbuttoning your nightgown. Your body on the other hand began humming and heating up all over, the most prominent burn warming right between your legs. Heated and aroused, you grinded against him in slow, seductive waves.
Tonight you wanted to show him that you loved him more than any other man, even after all this time and distance apart. And he wanted to show you that he would devote his heart to keeping his promises, his adoration for you. Not tools for humanity, but rather a couple in love. People who cared, who hurt, who made mistakes and then made up.
"Matching underwear, huh?" he asked, simultaneously aroused and amused when he ran his gaze up and down your body once the nightgown was off. "And here I thought you would go commando tonight."
Your cheeks warmed as you began tugging at his shirt to take it off. He obediently lifted his arms as you pulled it off and threw it somewhere else. "Shut up, jerk."
Once your hands were around his neck, pulling his bare chest flush against yours to leave little bite marks, he began rubbing your clothed sex, causing your breath to hitch. The slick down there was starting to grow uncomfortably wet, and you knew that if neither of you had enough relief, sooner or later you might just lose it.
You lifted your knee to place pressure against his hard-on, where he badly needed the friction, and he groaned into your mouth. Neither of you had the patience to remain covered anymore, and within seconds he was tugging your bra and panties off you to throw it to the side.
"You're so pretty," he murmured upon finally seeing your naked body, nearly making you shy.
He leaned down to take one sensitive nipple in his mouth while his free hand worked to toy with the other one between his fingers. You moaned quietly at the sensation, every single graze of his teeth and flick of his tongue against your hard buds going straight to your core. Your hands traveled down to palm him through his pants, and Eren moaned a little with your breast still in his mouth.
"Eren, please," you whined, growing desperate. You had just about enough of making out and dry humping—you needed more.
"Please what?" he asked innocently, pulling away from your breasts to look you in the eyes.
You little asshole, you thought. You were too horny and wet to make a quick witty comeback at this point, so you made a mental note to make him pay for this some other time.
"Please fuck me," you begged.
The desperate tone in your voice along with the sight of your eager face and lust-clouded eyes were more than enough to make Eren listen. Once he shimmied his pants off, he pressed wet kisses on your jawline, back to your chest, down your navel, until he was once again face to face with your dripping and wet vagina. Your breath hitched the moment you felt his warm breath ghost over your slick, his lips kissing your inner thighs.
You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. From your position, you could clearly see the hard outline of his bulge through his boxers, causing your throat to dry up in anticipation.
He licked his lips as he stared at your soaked pussy, rubbing circles on your clit, just the way you liked it. Eren watched with hooded eyes as more and more slick drooled out of your hole from the sweet stimulation.
You threw your head back and bit your lower lip to control yourself from letting out loud moans. You weren't a bumbling virgin anymore — you were a little wiser from the first time Eren had done this. But you still couldn't keep the soft whimpers from escaping your throat when he had already learned to perfect his craft.
And Eren was not having that.
"I wanna hear you," he grunted, leaning over to your face with demanding eyes.
He was suddenly being so assertive, so domineering, and you knew better than to disobey Eren when he was like this, so you gave him a weak nod. Once you did this, he inserted two of his fingers inside you.
It wasn't painful. You hadn't done anything to yourself in that department for a while, but you were so wet that Eren's fingers slid right in without any complaints. They curled up against your walls, and you moaned as you bucked into his hand, begging for them to go deeper.
Eren leaned down to lap at you with his tongue, running it from your clit all the way down to your hole, licking up the slick that leaked around his knuckles. With his tongue alone, he gathered the wetness that rested at your folds, making sure not to waste a single drop.
The stipe he dragged his tongue across your pussy lifted your own wetness to your clit, and he kissed it in place, allowing little tidbits of his own saliva to drool from his mouth, onto your cunt, and add to the mess.
Your back started to arch, hands weaving through his hair as your hips grinded against his face. "Eren" fell from your lips over and over again in breathy mewls, spurring him on.
"Please," you said, muffling your voice with your hand over your mouth. You could barely even think straight.
"Hmmm?" he encouraged, the vibrations on his lips going straight to your clit.
"Want your tongue," you begged. "Inside me."
Eren didn't need to be told twice. His lips suckled tightly around your clit once more for good measure before positioning his tongue back in front of your core, pulling you further down to his mouth. A loud, filthy moan pushed past your lips when his tongue entered you, the sides of his wet muscle forcefully hitting every side of your walls.
You immediately brought up a hand to clamp over your mouth, muffling the sounds that were itching to escape the back of your throat. You gasped when you felt his nose press into your bundle of nerves, telling you how far in he was already as his tongue slid in and out.
Adding to your building orgasm, you pinched your nipples, slightly wet but now drying from his earlier fondling. It was too much, his fingers furiously rubbing your clit as he fucked you with his tongue. The loud, sinful slurping sounds his mouth was making down there were driving you insane.
"Eren, baby, I'm going to cum," you moaned, light-headed. "Can I cum?"
He hummed against your heat before pressing his tongue flat against it, and that was all it took to release the buzz of your first orgasm out in waves. You continued to grind against his face until the feeling of his mouth against you was too much to handle.
"Good girl," he murmured as he lifted his head up, and you looked at him through hazy eyes to see his entire mouth area covered in your wetness. You giggled drunkenly as you pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on him.
It took a few moments for both of you to break out of your trance before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting you for a second. You looked at each other briefly with wide eyes, before breaking into laughter. He wiped his mouth with a cloth on your bedside table before tossing it to the side.
When the two of you settled down, you reached out to palm him through his pants once more. His breath hitched at the touch, and you could tell how hard he'd been holding back the entire time just to make sure that you came properly first. Determined to return the favour, you tugged down the waistband of his boxers, and he shifted a little to help you undress him.
Eren sighed in relief as his cock finally sprang free. The sight of his length had your pussy throbbing again when you realized just how turned on he was. His flushed pink tip was leaking with pre-cum, hard and prominent. He was beautiful. You could probably write all kinds of sestinas about how utterly gorgeous his dick was.
You used the lubrication from his pre-cum to give him a few steady pumps and within seconds Eren became a stuttering mess. The sight of him being on your bed and needy for your touch intoxicated you. You leaned down to kiss his cheek and bring your lips to hover above his ear as you continued jerking him off.
You tightened your grip a little every now and then, and you observed that each time you did so there was a wash of ecstacy all over Eren's face.
A small, slightly-sadistic smile graced your lips.
"I miss you being inside of me."
"Yeah," he replied, breathing heavily. "Want you so badly."
"I want to ride you," you purred, stroking his length. "Make you feel so good."
Eren's pupils widened and dilated with lust. "Fuck."
You swung your legs over his hips and moaned as you lightly rubbed yourself against his thigh, making sure he could feel your clit throbbing on his skin.
Eren groaned and threw his head back as you positioned yourself over him. You looked at him with raised eyebrows as a wordless confirmation of consent and he nodded, almost too eagerly. Your palms splayed across his chest as you slowly sank onto his thick cock, causing both of you to moan.
You slightly winced at the feeling of him filling you up. Eren, sensitive to your needs as always, began with slow thrusts while you adjusted. Once he felt you relax, he let you fully bottom out and began to move, thrusting up into you as he balanced himself on one arm, the other gripping your ass. You met his thrusts perfectly, spreading your legs apart just enough to be comfortable in your position.
The erotic sounds of Eren's cock pistoning in and out of you made you clench around him, aroused, and it made Eren groan with pleasure when he felt how tight you got from his ministrations alone.
You pushed him back to ride him better, and it pushed his cock even deeper into you, perfectly hitting that spongy sweet spot inside with his head. Your jaw dropped open and you resisted the urge to scream. He was practically splitting you in half.
"Look at me," he pleaded, and you gasped as you forced yourself to meet his eyes. Blown out pupils, his face flushed red and body sweaty all over. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him, and there weren't any words to properly express how relieving that felt.
"You feel so good," you said shakily.
"You feel so good," he countered, breath laboured. "Ngh—fuck, I'm close. Cum for me again?"
You threw your head back and moaned out his name as you continued riding him at a relentless pace, both of you encouraging one another, until you came again so hard that you swore you might have passed out for a second. Eren abruptly sat up and pushed you back down when your cunt squeezed him as you came, and he stilled his hips and pulled you in to lock lips before pulling out to release himself on your stomach.
The way his skin moulded right into yours perfectly, the way he moaned your name in breathy little whispers; it had you feeling dizzy and weak in the knees.
Both of you were panting heavily as you kissed, taking pauses in between to catch your breath. "Love... you..."
Eren fell forward on the bed beside you, languid and exhausted as both of you took a few moments to recover from your highs. You closed your eyes, and Eren moved a few pieces of hair out your face.
"That was amazing," he breathed out.
You nodded, still breathing heavily. He kissed your cheek before grabbing a towel on your bedside table to wipe your torso dry.
After a few minutes, he opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.
"Are you good?"
Your voice was laced with genuine concern. A dark, embarrassed blush quickly spread across his cheeks and ears as he nodded.
You sighed, smiling at your stupidities. "Come here, Eren."
Perking up, he snuggled right next to you. The feeling of his bare skin against yours was warm, comforting even. The two of you stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow until you had to throw on a bathrobe and visit the bathroom to minimize the risk of pregnancy. With your legs still shaking with reverberations, you had to stagger on your way down the hall, but you managed.
Eren had offered to help you, feeling guilty and responsible for your lack of the ability to walk, but you declined it. You didn't want to get caught. When you tiptoed back into your room, you had a small fear that Eren would be gone, but there he was where you left him, waiting for you with utmost patience.
You took off the robe and climbed back into bed with him, resting your chin on top of his head while he muttered words of praise about how good you were into the crook of your neck. You were starting to feel drowsy, and it seemed as though so was Eren.
"Can I sleep here?" he asked quietly, a sleepy tone in his voice. You kissed his forehead.
"Yes," you answered softly. "Stay with me."
"Will you?"
"Will I what?"
He hesitated a little. "Stay with me."
"Of course I will," you whispered, grabbing his face and looking him in the eye so he knew you were being serious. "I'm not going anywhere. Don't worry."
There were a few beats of silence until Eren finally nodded his head thoughtfully.
"Okay," he said, looking relieved. "I believe you."
He laced your fingers with his. Your hands fit perfectly in his, like you were made for one another. This seemed to make him happy, and you brought up your hands to kiss his knuckles before he wished you a good night.
In the peaceful silence, you both drifted off, holding each other.