Screw the rules - Eren Yeager

24

After the proposal on the beach, the drive back home was quiet — but not for lack of words. It was that kind of comfortable silence, full of exchanged glances and smiles. Their hands intertwined on the car’s console said everything.

As soon as they entered the mansion, Eren locked the door carefully. The environment was softly lit by lamps, creating a cozy atmosphere. He turned to her, still holding her hand tightly, and smiled.

“Now you’re my fiancée…” he said, as if still trying to believe his own luck.

“And you’re my fiancé,” she replied, tugging at his tie with a smile full of intentions.

He came closer slowly, but his eyes already betrayed the desire that had been growing since the beach. With a firm movement, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up, making her let out a soft laugh.

“Shall we celebrate properly?”

“I’m more than ready for it.”

Eren climbed the stairs with her in his arms, unhurried, as if every second was precious. Once in the bedroom, he laid her on the bed gently, eyes fixed on her.

“This night is just ours, S/N. And I’m going to make you remember every second of it.”

He began to undress her slowly, fingers gliding over her skin like he was touching porcelain. And when he finally saw her completely, a low, rough sigh escaped his lips.

Eren’s hands explored S/N’s skin with reverence, as if she were a masterpiece made just for him. His eyes traced every exposed curve, now illuminated only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The dress was already forgotten on the floor, and she, only in lingerie, looked at him with parted lips, breathing deeper with every touch.

“You have no idea how much I love you…” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her stomach, slowly moving upward, leaving a hot trail where his lips passed.

She ran her hands through his hair, pulling gently when he reached her breasts and began sucking them with precision and calm. A moan escaped her throat, low and drawn out, as her body reacted to his every move.

Eren took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles, and then removed his pants, leaving only his boxers. He lay over her, hips pressing against hers, rubbing their intimacies through the thin lace.

“You’re my fiancée now…” he whispered with a mischievous smile. “I need to mark that on your body.”

S/N pulled him by the nape, bringing him into an intense, wild kiss. Their tongues danced urgently, desire exploding between them. As they kissed, she writhed beneath him, feeling how much he wanted her — and she was completely his.

With a firm tug, Eren tore her lace panties, making her gasp in surprise.

“Hey…” she tried to protest, laughing, but he was already sliding his fingers between her legs, touching with precision, causing broken moans.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured, burying his head between her thighs, licking slowly at first, then faster, with movements that made her arch her back and moan loudly.

“Eren… I’m going to…” she moaned, clutching the sheets tightly.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered against her, and just one more touch, one more flick of his tongue, had her falling apart in his arms, moaning his name intensely.

He came up, eyes wild with desire, and without waiting, took off his boxers and entered her in one thrust — deep and firm. She gasped at the impact, their bodies fitting together perfectly.