𝙞𝙛 𝙬𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣
𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 she suddenly throws her "no white boys" policy out the window after meeting him.
eren x black! fem! reader (anyone is more than welcome to read)
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CHAPTER SEVEN! "Just friends, right?"
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WARNING! sexual content!
Five days didn't seem that long in your head. But when presented with the task to keep your hands off of each other, you and Eren failed miserably. Somehow you found yourself back at his home, putty in his hands as he brought you back to his bed.
Maybe I'll just stop by to say hello. Sure, that's what you thought at least.
"Eren—"
"Fuck, you feel so good," He panted, holding your wrists above your head. "You okay?"
You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. "Please—" You inhaled sharply.
"Please, what, Princess?"
You moaned, arching your back, "Faster," you breathed out. Eren liked to take things slower than you, he liked being more gentle while you enjoyed the complete opposite.
He laughed lowly, pulling you further down on him by your hips, making you moan at the feeling. "You want me to go faster?"
You nodded eagerly, "Please."
"Say please again."
You sighed, catching your breath. "Please, Eren," you pleaded, but you were cut off by your own mewls of pleasure when he started moving, faster just as you asked. "I'm c—Oh, Ah,"
"I know," He said, kissing the soft spots on your neck, "Go ahead, Princess," his soft praises were all it took to drive you over the edge yet again, coming undone underneath him. He lowered your wrists, placing soft kisses along your hands. "You okay?"
