BLUFFIN - EREN J.

kisses through tears

tw: eren and his breeding, slapping and hair grabbing kink (so tiring)

In the cocoon of each lingering kiss, punctuated by shared laughter and affectionate smiles, you both strolled towards Eren's car. The world around you blurred, eclipsed by the magnetic pull of his lips on yours, creating a sanctuary where observers were forgotten.

Unhurried and intoxicated by the sweet taste of each other, you shared an urgency that defied the constraints of time. The return of his lips felt like a nostalgic melody, each kiss a note that resonated with the harmony of your connection. Oblivious to onlookers, your focus was solely on the exquisite dance of your entwined emotions.

As you reached the sanctuary of Eren's car, he confessed, "God, I missed it," punctuating the sentiment with another tender kiss. The interior of the car became a haven for whispered confessions and lingering touches. Eren's words, still hanging in the air, were met with a soft chuckle from you. "Missed what exactly?" you teased, enjoying the playful banter that accompanied the profound connection between you.

His response was another kiss, tender and deliberate, as if each touch sought to communicate a sentiment words couldn't capture. In the confined space of the car, you found solace in the shared intimacy, the subtle dance of emotions unfolding with each passing moment.

As the night embraced the two of you, Eren's actions spoke louder than any declaration. The symphony of kisses and caresses continued, creating a timeless bubble where worries faded, and the only reality was the warmth of shared affection.

Amidst the intoxicating atmosphere, you playfully asserted, "We're not fucking in the car, Eren." He responded with a knowing smile, redirecting his attention to your neck, where his lips left a trail of sensations – a symphony of kisses, bites, and tender embraces, marking the canvas of your shared passion.

"I'm serious," you uttered, stifling your moans to deny him any satisfaction. Eren, with a mischievous grin, interrupted his exploration of your neck to respond, "I'm serious too." The sudden bite on your bare shoulder elicited a sharp gasp, and you couldn't help but protest, "Fuck, Eren, that hurt." He swiftly apologized, planting gentle kisses on the sensitive area. "Want me to stop?" he inquired, and your response was a breathy, "No."

The fervent exchange of emotions and sensations lingered, creating a cocoon of shared intimacy within the confined space of Eren's car. As your lips continued their dance, punctuated by whispers and sighs, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the current of desire that flowed between you.

Eren's hands explored the canvas of your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch conveyed a silent language, articulating a desire that transcended mere physicality. The car became a sanctuary where time seemed to stretch, allowing you to savor each fleeting moment.

Yet, beneath the surface of ecstasy, a subtle unease lingered—an awareness that this intensity could lead to uncharted territories. The question of what lay beyond this passion loomed, momentarily dampening the flames that danced between you.

In the quiet aftermath, Eren's gaze met yours, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken complexities entwined with the fervor you shared. The car became a haven of both vulnerability and connection, a paradoxical space where boundaries blurred and emotions ebbed and flowed like an unpredictable tide.

"Care for a ride home?" he suggested, and you nodded in agreement. Settling into the passenger seat, you couldn't help but comment, "Nice car."
"Thanks. Birthday gift," he casually mentioned.
Curiosity piqued, you inquired, "How fast can it go?" "Want to find out?" A mischievous smirk played on his lips, awaiting your response.
"You're scaring me," you admitted. "I'm a good pilot," he assured, engaging the sport mode, instantly altering the car's speed. "Think we can hit 120 mph?" "No, slow down!" Panic set in as the speed increased, but he seemed undeterred, challenging both himself and you. "Keep your hand on the wheel!" "It's a straight road. Relax," he dismissed your concern, turning up the volume. "I love this song."
"Keep your hand on the wheel!" you insisted. "Are you sure you're not drunk?"
"I won't risk your life. Maybe mine, but not yours. The world can't lose an angel, right?"