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day three
the sound of eren's alarm woke you up, making it known that it was already morning. you moved your arm towards the sound of it and closed it, before you slowly opened your eyes. you allowed them some seconds to adjust to the light, before you looked down.
eren's head was pressed against your naked chest, while light snores left his parted lips. you smiled, recalling the events of the previous night. your fingers found their way to his hair, tangling themselves in it.
you moved your body -in order to lay more comfortably- and then you noticed it. the painful feeling between your legs. your insides felt way more sore than the day before, and you internally cursed yourself for being so needy.
'it's been three fucking days in a row, y/n! what did you expect?'
but you couldn't help it. it was never enough for you. you wanted more of him everyday. you wanted to feel the sensation his fingertips left against your skin. the hot trailing his lips left-
'grow up, y/n! he's not gonna go anywhere. nor sex!'
you looked at him, worry written over your face. you didn't want to exhaust him so much, yet you knew that your late night activities took away many hours of his sleep. he was the one doing everything, because he wanted you to feel comfortable.
you watched as his eyebrows furrowed, before he turned his head to the side; his ear pressed closer to your left boob, just above your heart. he brought you closer to him, as he breathed in your scent. he slowly opened his eyes, a small groan slipping through his lips.
"boobs..." he mumbled as he buried his face in-between them.
"good morning to you, too" you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
he raised his head and looked at you, long dark lashes fluttering.
"what?"
"where's my morning kiss at?"
you rolled your eyes at him, before you leaned in and placed your lips on his. he rolled over and was now on top of you, his lips never leaving yours. he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours;
"good morning, beautiful" he said, smiling at you.
he leaned in and peppered your face with kisses, making giggles escape you.
"your hair tickles, 'ren" you said, as you tried to control your laughter.
he stopped only to tie it in a low, messy bun before he continued.
