𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍 • ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

eat me whole

𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟸𝚗𝚍 ⁽ˢᵐᵘᵗ⁾

𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌.
We both had like four. Now, it's 11 PM. Yeah, and you're probably thinking, "Four-plus hours of sex? Holy shit!" Well, let's just say Eren has the highest sex drive of any guy I've ever fucked and the biggest dick. I mean, the man practically turns into a beast once he gets going, and I'm not complaining one bit.

As I lay sprawled out on his bed, tangled in sheets and limbs, I can feel the exhaustion settling in, but it's that satisfied kind that makes you want to roll over and do it all over again. The moonlight seeps through the window, casting soft shadows across the room, and I turn my head to catch a glimpse of Eren, who is currently propped up on one elbow, watching me with an amused smile.

"What?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze.

"Just taking in the view," he replies, his voice low and sultry, making my cheeks flush. "You look incredible all flustered like that."

I chuckle, half-embarrassed, half-flattered. "Flustered? Please, I'm basically a post-sex goddess over here," I tease, running a hand through my messy hair. "And you're a total menace. How the hell do you have that kind of stamina?"

He shrugs, feigning innocence. "What can I say? I like to keep my partners satisfied."

"Well, you've certainly succeeded in that department. I might need a week to recover," I joke, stretching my arms above my head, feeling every bit of the soreness in my muscles.

He laughs, the sound warm and rich. "Don't worry; I can be patient. Besides, I have plenty of other ideas for how to keep you entertained while you recover."

I arch an eyebrow, curious. "Oh really? Like what?"

"Like a massage," he suggests, flashing me a cheeky grin. "I can't have you walking around all sore and stiff, can I?"

"A massage? From you?" I raise an eyebrow, playing coy. "What's the catch?"

"No catch," he replies, mock-serious. "Just a way to show my appreciation for the best night ever."

"Alright, fine. But if I'm going to be your massage victim, you have to make it a competition," I declare, my competitive spirit kicking in. "Let's see who can go the longest without... you know... finishing."

"Deal," he smirks, clearly enjoying the challenge. "You're on. But just so you know, I have a reputation for being able to hold back."

"Yeah, right," I retort, grinning at him. "Just wait until I'm done with you."

He shifts closer, his fingers finding my shoulders as he begins to knead away the tension. "Let's see what you've got, then."

I lean into his touch, a mix of relaxation and playful tension filling the air between us. "So, you think you can resist my charm while I'm doing this?" I tease, biting my lip as I lean back into him.

"Oh, I definitely can," he replies, his tone dripping with confidence. "But I can't promise I won't enjoy it."

"Good, because you're going to need to enjoy it to get through this," I challenge, smirking as I wiggle playfully under his hands.