7 Minutes Eren Ao3 Novels & Stories

In the next photo, Darren and I were locked in a tight embrace on stage. I looked at those photos, and suddenly let out a delayed, mocking laugh. "When we exchanged rings, the direction of his toes was pointed toward you. He wasn’t moved by my marriage. He was crying for you. "When he hugged me, he was smiling at someone outside the frame. From the angle of the photo, that was you. "So seven years ago, he already had those feelings for you. No wonder he’s stayed single all this time. "What about you? When did it start for you?"

No more innocent hellos that left her dripping wet and frustrated. She watched him disappear inside, the door clicking shut with finality. Twenty minutes. That’s how long his showers usually lasted,she had timed them obsessively over the past months. The thought of his water-slicked body, those long dreads twisted into a damp bun, made her nipples tighten against her thin tank top. Her clit ached, swollen and sensitive, begging for friction. A trickle of arousal already escaped her panties, sliding warm and slick down her inner thigh. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hand drifting down to press against the damp fabric between her legs. The pressure only made it worse. Her pussy throbbed

They don’t remain on for long, and once they are finally off, I decide how I best want to have fun. His moans fill my ears as I finally taste him, letting my tongue explore him, as I enjoy the feeling of pleasuring my mate. Nothing else feels better. Ren doesn’t allow me to continue on for too long, before he grabs me, pulling me under him. Excitement sparks within me, as I hold tightly onto his back, my eyes silently beginning him to continue, to finally settle both of our anticipation. I won’t be able to handle it if he doesn’t.

He sucks my clit hard, making my body shake completely. I squeeze my thighs around his head and moan loudly, trying to manage my body, which obeys Aaron much more than it does me. "Aaron" I beg, calling his name as I wear myself out in an orgasm. I reach my limit in his mouth. "How many times do you want to cum? Three, four? Just say a number, Elena” he murmurs, like a kind of erotic chant between my legs. These are words that he may not remember later, however, I will record every syllable.

He said as if it was the easiest thing ever. As he noticed my arousal, he pushed my legs further apart and smirked. He licked his lips as he inhaled my scent. I closed my eyes for a split second before feeling a warm mouth latch onto my clit. I reopened my eyes and arched my back, a sigh suppressed. While making figure eights on the flesh, he sucked and bit it on my clit. I closed my eyes and relaxed, only to feel a piercing pain in my inner thighs. I suppressed a groan as I opened my eyes to see Seven digging his nails into my skin.

I scream out his name. He looks at me with an apologetic face and kisses my lips again as he begins pulling in and out of me slowly. I bite on his lips to refrain myself from screaming. I'm breathing so hard that as if my lungs will soon explode. Eren keeps the same slow pace to let me adjust and it's only after a few minutes that the stingy sensation slowly decreases and I loosen my grip. I stop nipping on his lips and let him focus. He continues with the same movement and an amazing foreign sensation creeps up my body and it starts to feel good. But it's as if I need more friction.

the other warriors called out excitedly. Before I knew it, I was being thrust into a dark closet with Adrian, our laughs dissipating beneath the sound of the muffled music. Jackets and shirts pressed onto me from all sides, and the familiar scent of Eric’s cologne filled my nostrils, drowning out all other scents. This was Eric’s bedroom closet, but that hardly mattered right now; what mattered was the game. Seven minutes in heaven was a game I had heard of, but had never played; normally, winners of each round would pair up and would have to spend seven minutes in a closet together. What happened in the closet was up to them, but it usually involved a lot of making out.

Eren's laugh turns evil when an embarrassed blush stains Rene's face with a red flame. "I mean that our prisoner will want to fuck ceaselessly; our females are too precious to serve him, so you will be there to satisfy him; we finally found something you may be good at, after all." Aston's explanation drenched Rene's body with horror, sweat dampening his skin, and a frightened plea leaves his mouth. "No, please, don't do this to me!" His cries are ignored, and Eren adds cruelly. "The barbarians don't mind fucking with the same sex, I'm curious to see how it happens though"

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

he spits, weakness in his voice now. “She’s not yours!” Eren snarls, snapping his jaws and sinking his teeth into Nick’s shoulder. Nick screams, a low, desperate howl, but he can’t fight back. Eren’s strength, fueled by rage and love, is unstoppable. Nick thrashes, trying to get free, but Eren holds on, teeth sinking deeper, claws pinning him to the ground. Finally, Nick goes still. His eyes roll back, his body limp. Eren releases him, panting, growling, muscles trembling from exertion.