7 Minutes Eren Ao3 Novels & Stories

Chloe leaned closer to Layla as they walked. “Okay, that was iconic.” Layla sighed. “I’m exhausted.” Chloe grinned. “Still worth it.” Students continued whispering as they passed.Some looked shocked while some looked impressed. Chloe bumped Layla lightly with her shoulder. “You know what the craziest part is?” Layla glanced at her. “What?” Chloe lowered her voice dramatically. “You chose his uncle during Seven Minutes.” Layla rolled her eyes. “It was just a game.” Chloe smirked.

Slowly, he reaches on my crotch and undos the buttons of my shorts. “Uhm…” I moan against Jace’s mouth as Evren’s finger brushes my skin. “If we’re doing this, then we’ll have eighty days of endless excuses to do what all of us have been wanting to do.” He slides down my shorts until it hits the floor, leaving me with nothing but my white undies. “Beautiful,” he whispers as he cups my sex. Shit. I pull away from Jace’s kisses, distracted from Evren’s delicious touch on my mound. He rubs my clit against the soft fabric of the underwear, making my head fall back until I’m leaning on his chest.

Aurora was trembling as she gazed at the floor traumatized. She roughly rubbed her cheek where he had kissed her. She was disgusted as her heart jackhammered so wildly against her ribcage that she was sure it would burst out. She wiped her tears pushing her hair back as she felt ants crawling on her skin. Her whole body was shivering as she tried to breathe normally. The door to her room violently burst open causing her to jump back in fright only to reveal Beta Eren who looked hysterical as he looked around the room for any threats.

I had to make him know who was the boss here. “Thirty minutes…” He said as if he was not certain. I stroked along his thickness as he got harder. “Do you think we can finish another round in time?” Xavier was stunned for a few seconds, but he eventually nodded. I went on to lick his nipple, and he let out a growl. After he could no longer endure my torture of licking and stroking for much longer, he uttered a simple plea. “Please…”

“You’re going to take both of us.” I whimpered, grinding back against him, mouth open for her tongue. Aaron’s fingers found my clit, rubbing in quick, dirty circles. My body locked, tensed, then shattered with a moan I couldn’t hold back. My orgasm rolled through me like a storm. I collapsed forward, panting, and boneless. But they weren’t done. Genevieve climbed up behind me, spreading me wider, while Aaron moved to lie back on the bed. He was hard again already, stroking himself.

The tension was unbearable. The rain had started earlier that morning, steady at first but then turning heavier, slamming against the windows of the studio. The sound filled the silence that stretched between Damien and Lena as she sat there on the cushioned chair, fully nude, her legs parted in the way he had asked, her body trembling slightly from the weight of his eyes.

I was still kissing him when he made me come again, his body hitting my clit in just the right way to make me clench down on his cock and tremble uncontrollably against him. Aaron groaned when I did, his thrusts becoming harder and staggered, and before he even started leaning into me, I knew he was close. "Gonna come," he grunted. His face as he came was amazing. The moment of tension as his eyes slammed shut, the way his mouth dropped open, the breathless sound he made as he pumped his cock inside me those last few times... it was fascinating and erotic and beautiful. He sighed after a moment, a deep release of breath before he held me close to him with his lips against my neck.

Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. Stop. Breathe. Look at that clock. You still have five minutes of torture left. Does it feel like your clit is glowing? Imagine it’s a tiny, red-hot coal, and every time you touch it, you’re adding fuel to the fire. --- Phase Three (Minutes 10–13) 10:00 – 11:30 Before now, make sure it’s ten minutes in. You’re desperate. You’re squirming, but I haven't given you permission to move yet. Now take two fingers. Slide them inside that beautiful hole. I want to hear the squelch.

The morning sun climbed higher and the light through the window turned from pale to gold. "Can I ask you something?" I said. "Anything." "The first time you ever did that. Were you nervous?" He set down his fork. "Terrified. I was seventeen. Her name was Claire. We were in her basement. It lasted about thirty seconds." I laughed. "Thirty seconds?" "Maybe less. I was so embarrassed I did not talk to her for a week." "That makes me feel better." "Good. First times are always awkward. That is the point. They are not about being perfect. They are about being new."