Date Eren Jaeger, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Well, "they" were wrong. How were they wrong? You were now laying flat on your back, legs in the air, Eren slotted between them, as you had been for many, many hours. His touch, his thrusts, his mouth, it was all absolutely relentless and merciless. And it seemed that, no matter how much you begged, or cried, or pleaded with him - He was not letting up. Not until he was finished, at least. How did you end up in such a predicament?
It began when the both of you were on a dinner date. You were teasing him, snaking your leg up his own under the table, daring to be crude enough to brush your fingers over the crotch of his dress pants in passing and when sitting down or getting up from the table. While he was mostly able to keep calm with the exception of a few groans and the faintest whimper, most of the waiting staff had taken notice of his flushed complexion, addressing him as "Sir" and questioning if he was alright or needed water. Eren simply shrugged them off, whispering "You're going to regret that" in a playful manner as you got back to the car.
This teasing went back and forth for the next three days, until finally, Eren snapped. "You wanna play games with me? Fine. Let's play seven minutes in heaven then." He mocks. When you question such a silly game, and how it would work, he simply tosses his shirt into the corner of his bedroom. "We're not playing by the traditional rules, my love." He speaks quietly, getting close to you and pulling you into his arms ever-so-gently, the calm before the storm. "You see, I've timed your orgasms. Why, is not relevant right now. Anyways. You, my most cherished darling, take fifteen seconds to come down from an orgasm." Before you can even ask why or what he was saying, he shushes you softly.
"That being said, I want you to orgasm for a total of seven minutes tonight. Y'know, Seven Minutes In Heaven. And if my math is correct, that would mean... Approximately twenty eight orgasms." Eren takes notice of the dumbfounded expression on your face. "Aww, don't worry, my love. I'll be gentle." He whispers close to your ear, before pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, "At first." He leans back and presses small pecks to your neck before meeting your lips, holding you in a kiss for several seconds before easing your shirt off, with your assistance. "You're stunning." He praises, gently trailing kisses down over your chest and to your naval, where he stops at the waistband of your bottoms. He delicately takes them off, along with your panties, tossing them to some far off corner. He wasn't concerned with how slow he was going - He had all night.
Once he gets you fully undressed, he tosses his own sweatpants and briefs off, laying you down on his bed, padding you into the bed between numerous pillows and blankets. "Are you ready?" He asks softly, lifting your legs up and over his shoulders as he stands at the edge of the bed. However, you knew this "gentle" and "kind" demeanor was exactly that - A demeanor. He was mean in bed. Without further warning, he slams his full length inside of you, forcing you open on his dick. "Fuck, I forgot how tight you were." He comments, his voice coming out rough and stuttering as he tries to maintain the facade that he wasn't affected by the way your pussy was clenching around him, or the way your hands gripped his forearms with enough strength to make your knuckles turn pale.
Eren pulls out and stops just as his tip was still inside of you, before ramming back in. And out again. Then back in. Over and over again for several seconds, until he found a steady pace. "Look at you, all spread out for me. What a pretty girl you are." He coos, as if he wasn't practically rearranging your guts with every thrust inwards, a satisfying seven inches in length hitting your g-spot with every thrust. He watches your expression, the way your eyes rolled back, a glassy, tearful look to them. He could tell you were seeing stars, and by God, it was his mission to keep that expression on your face for as long as he could. Maybe it was for your benefit, as he believed, or maybe, it was because he was being selfish, loving the way you looked.
After several more thrusts, he could feel your pussy beginning to tighten. "Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He mumbles teasingly, taking his left hand off your calf and moving it down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. "That's it, just... like... that." He hums, pulling out quickly, forcing you to orgasm around emptiness, his green eyes zeroing in on the way you twitched and spasmed and cried his name like a prayer. "Can't cum just yet, now can I? Don't wanna get soft too early for my pretty girl." He speaks softly, running his right hand over your cheek. After you come down from your orgasm , he has a shit-eating grin on his face, whispering quietly, "One down, twenty seven to go."
Eren works you through the first three orgasms, noticing how tired you already were. "Tapping out already? A damn shame." He hums, ignoring your pleas to stop. Of course, you had a safeword, and your lack of saying it was why he was ignoring you. After several more orgasms, you've lost count of how many times the hot wave of pleasure had hit you full force, but Eren was keeping tally in the back of his head the whole time. Finally, he whispered the words you'd been waiting to hear all night - "Last one." And with that, he shoves his full length within you, setting a brutal pace, having gotten incredibly whiny and needy over edging himself all night, just for you.
"Fuck, fuck fuck fffuck!" Eren whines softly, feeling your plush, puffy cunt wrapped around his dick so perfectly. "I'm so fucking close, I'm gonna cum so hard!" He whimpers pathetically, his shaky hands grabbing your hips and forcing himself within you as deep as he possibly could get, his tip kissing your cervix. "Fu-uck!" He wails, releasing his hot white thick cum deep inside of you, pathetically whimpering your name as he cums. When you cum at the same time, the mix of white liquid seeps out of your pussy, creating a white ring around Eren's base. Once Eren finally calms down, he pulls out with a soft groan, still sensitive and leaking every few seconds.
He watches as you simply fall asleep then and there, completely wiped from the night. After a few minutes of laying in bed and letting his sore, achy muscles rest, he gets up and grabs a damp washcloth, gently cleaning you up, so you could at least sleep peacefully. He proceeds to put your hair up for the night, carefully maneuvering it into place, as he had watched you do it so many times. Once he gets you settled beside him, he wraps an arm around your waist, whispering a soft "I love you" before going to sleep.
The following morning, when you wake up, he's already up, making breakfast. The scent of pancake batter fills the apartment, gently rousing you from whatever you'd been dreaming. As you get dressed and struggle to get to the kitchen, leaning on walls and door frames for support, Eren laughs quietly, entertained with the knowledge that he'd been the one to steal away your ability to walk, at least for a few days. "Hungry?" He mutters to you, wrapping his arm around your bruised waist, admiring the hickeys and marks that dotted your skin. When you nod to the obviously rhetorical question, he sets a stack of pancakes on the table, sitting down to eat with you. "We should do that again sometime." You both happen to say at the same time, resulting in a surprised moment of silence, before an awkward subject change, and the apartment being filled with casual chatter.