𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘴

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tw: mentions of past self-harm and overdose

the chapter contains sexual content

third person pov

in a week your new house was ready. it was already equipped with furniture, so all you had to do was unpack everything. the house was big and had two floors, which was much convenient.

you were currently in your and eren's shared bedroom, hanging the last clothes from your suitcase.

"you brought it with you?" eren asked, his dark red scarf on his hands.

"of course i did, love! wherever the house, i'll always bring it with me!"

he was staring down at it, a small smile on his face. he looked so deep in thought but you interrupted it by kissing his cheek.

"you missed" he said, a cocky smirk on his face.

"teach me how not to"

his lips met yours in a quick kiss;

"that's how you don't miss" he said, winking at you.

you could feel two heartbeats in your body and you also didn't know if you had to blame the summer or eren, for the heat in the room.

he leaned in and kissed you again. this time the kiss was longer and sensual. his hands found their way under your shirt, before he pulled away with a smirk on his face.

"no bra, huh?" he said, capturing your lips in his again.

you moaned into his mouth when he pinched your nipples, gently tugging them. pushing his tongue in again, he explored your mouth til you would push him away to breathe.

he was kissing you so hungrily, showing you how much he missed this feeling. all the unpacking was keeping you away from him, but now he had you all to himself and he had no intention to let you go so soon.

he painted your body with love bites. bruises blooming like flowers, on your skin. the feeling of his lips against your skin, was electric.

his touch, too.

everyday, you felt yourself getting drunk on his electric love. with just one touch he could lit the fireworks in you. those fireworks met the stars in his eyes. those eyes that were so drunkenly in love with you.

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 (𝘯𝘰𝘵) 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 / 𝘦. 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳Where stories live. Discover now