7 Minutes Eren Fanfic Novels & Stories

He pulled away from my pussy, not letting me settle, he smashed his lips against mine, kissing me breathlessly for a while and inducing pleasure into me. My heart leaped with pleasure sparkles invading me as I had the taste and feel of myself. I shuddered softly and he suddenly pulled away, his palm holding onto my cheeks while his dark eyes gazed into mine with lust and admiration filling them. "I believe now that I have fucked the sense out of you till you will think twice before interrupting any of my meetings again. Take this as a mild warning, if you get into trouble again, your punishment will be extremely severe.” Eren said, his tone tempting. If this was going to be my punishment the

Minutes later, she was now screaming uncontrollably as her body shook in her intense release, while Arden was still moving continuously, working on his own climax as well. When he grunted and shut his eyes, the veins of his neck protruded until they flashed inside her. They were both panting for how many seconds? Erina then realized that she had let her feelings for him take over her again. But if she were asked if she would do it again, she would do the same thing. Arden looked at her while he was still breathing, and Erina was now looking away, a bit embarrassed. “I missed being inside you,” he said, smiling playfully.

He only sat there, pretending to read, eyes occasionally flicking to me like he was etching me into memory. By the time Lera left, muttering under her breath about people who thought they were moving to the moon, I was exhausted. My room looked like a battlefield, clothes everywhere, my dignity in tatters, Lucan’s laughter echoing in the back of my mind. I was ready to collapse when a small voice piped up at the door. “Mommy?” I turned. Eren stood there, all curls and sleepy eyes, hugging his little toy wolf to his chest. He was only four, but he already had the art of making my heart squeeze into a lump the size of a walnut.

"I am your old brother, Malik. Yes, even though our ages are only seven minutes apart. But I'm still your old brother. I was so moved when you came and said you wanted to talk to me. Is this about romance? Do you have a crush on a girl?" My cheeks turned red, and I felt hot. I averted my gaze from Eren. What the hell is he? Eren burst out laughing. "So it's true? It's about a girl? OK, I'll be more serious now. You are free to ask for my opinion and suggestions. I'm quite experienced in handling line girls. You've come to the right place, Malik." I jumped at him and covered Eren's mouth with a pillow until he rolled off the chair. You rancid son of a bitch! I regret coming there.

I finished. I’d done everything I could to sidestep the talk about the wet dream because as hot as it had been, I was also trying really hard to forget about it and there was no way I could if Eren kept talking about it. “You’ve waited for more than three years,” I continued after the long silence that settled between us like doom, “what’s a few months more?” “Really?” Eren’s head tilted as he moved closer to me— slow, certain— his footsteps hung heavy in the air as he moved, each step he took sounded like a ticking bomb about to go off, his eyes pinning me like a nail.

He took his seat at the table, leaning back with a grin that was far too wide. My father leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in years. “So, Eren, now that you have been fed, tell us. How is that colorful love life of yours? Have you finally met someone who can tolerate you for more than a week?” Eren bristled, snatching a piece of bread. “I do not have a messed-up love life like yours, thank you very much! But you would not believe the woman I saw today. She was like an actual vision. An angel in a navy skirt.”

When I waited for him to register our marriage, it became something he could break his promise over. He might've noticed the tears gathering in the corners of my eyes, so he softened his tone. "I was wrong. Everything had been so chaotic that I forgot to let you know. I shouldn't have made you go down the mountain alone. "Just wait another three days. The documentary I'm filming about Gemma is almost finished. Once it's done, I'll take you to town to get our marriage license." My fingers slowly curled into my palm, nails digging into my skin. "This is already the seventh time."

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?

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."

“I won’t. She doesn’t share. But it’s fun watching you squirm.” Then she pushed in the final plug—wide, stretching him open—and whispered against his ear. “You’re going to hold that for an hour.” He moaned into the gag. She kissed his neck. “Or you’ll lose your next orgasm.” ⸻ Back in the main chamber, Eren knelt on a silk cushion, naked and shaking. He hadn’t spoken. He hadn’t moved. Selene stood behind him. She hadn’t sat. Hadn’t touched him. Just watched.