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chrollohearttags · 7 months ago

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spin | e. jaeger

your practice session for an upcoming performance turns into a private show when your husband decides to sit in and watch!

musician!eren, black!fem reader, pole dancing, sensual dancing/striptease, reverse cowgirl, oral (m+f receiving), spit play if you squint, they use the pole for more than dancing, panty stuffing, switch!eren, footjob (ish), titfucking, heavy squirting + overstim, pet names and daddy used, calls reader bitch but not in a mean way, choking, anal, freaky shit all around..y’all know the drill over here

word count: 7.6K

when I tell you I feel like it’s been an entire year since I’ve written about my beloved OTP (mind you it’s only been a few months)…but I missed these two so badly and when I heard this song, I knew what had to be done! Thank you Victoria and Meg 🫶🏾 also, this fic is long as HELL. So get comfy when you read

also, by the time you’re seeing this, IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!! this was my lil’ present to myself and y’all! sorry for it being so late but life is so chaotic and wtv.

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In all of the ten years that Eren Jaeger had resided in Miami, Florida, saying that his life had transformed would be a gross understatement. From sleeping in back rooms of whatever rundown job he was working to support himself from laying his head down on satin pillows at night…to writing raps in a notebook on the way to school to selling out arenas worldwide with fans chanting his lyrics. But perhaps the largest transition was going from an enigmatic bachelor with tons of controversy surrounding him..to an enamored husband who was enjoying every waking second of marital bliss. That certainly rang true tonight as the seasoned musical maestro found himself strolling the halls of his seven five hundred square foot mansion. Having just finished some much needed work on his upcoming EP, he had plans to retire for the evening and spend it beside his precious wife, watching TV. However, it seemed that his beloved had other plans..about four doors down from his own indoor studio, he’d discover that he wasn’t the only one hard at work…after getting a few steps closer and the loud shuffle of his designer slides quieted to a slow patter, Eren found himself met with quite the sight…

“What is she doing..?” The question imposed solely to himself in the comfort of a faint mumble as he barely pushed the already cracked door…the scene mimicked that of a backroom at a strip club; a mixture of bright hot and pastel pink fluorescent lighting illuminated the entire room, courtesy of the LED strips and the neon ‘(Y/N)’ sign inscribed with the signature Barbie font hanging from the wall. On the opposite wall, two panels of floor length mirrors were plastered against it so you could examine yourself whilst practicing those intricate moves..a speaker hung in the top corner, blaring music for you to dance to. Including that of your husband’s unreleased music. Several other little decorations from artwork, a couple couches to shelves for storing your outfits and shoes, as well various faux plants. And of course, in the center of the room? Resided a stainless metal pole standing at fifteen feet. It wasn’t the tallest you’d perform on but it was certainly ideal for late night practice sessions at home or a retreat when you needed to execute that routine idea that had been clouding your brain..

dressed in scantily clad gear, composed of a glittery white two piece bra and thong that barely covered your most private areas. The thin slivers served its purpose in leaving little to the imagination, along with those crystalline colored Pleasers that stood at six inches. To say he was a little mesmerized, would be a gross understatement. Eren, who’d been watching from afar, glared through the tiny opening..observing as his beloved (y/n) did what you knew best. It was an honor and absolute privilege getting to watch you twirl and spin on that pole. You’d go around, ascending higher into the air before dropping back down into a split or not so subtle twerk. Those heavy, round asscheeks clapped together in unison along with those forty inches of jet black hair swaying down your back…how he loved the way you truly came to life when enacting your passion. It was such a beautiful sight to behold. Especially when that ethereal mahogany skin, marked with glitter and faint oil glistened underneath the lighting. But perhaps, the most impressive moment of all..was when you’d bend over, poking that ass out in the air and he’d catch a glimpse of that fat pussy, coming through the sheer material. At that very moment, Eren would have combusted on the spot! He’d ingest a large gulp before experiencing the faint twitch of a growing erection in his shorts. After almost three years of marriage, you still managed to elicit the feelings of a confused teenage boy undergoing puberty out of him. Each time he saw you in a tight outfit, looking fine as ever…or when you’d feel up on him with just the slightest touch, he’d find himself getting hard! That cock twitched and ached for you almost desperately. The best part was, you were the only woman in this world that could garner such a reaction from the rapper. He’d never been so obsessed with one person in his entire life and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it. Hell, it’s not like anyone could blame him either…long before you two even entered a relationship, he’d heard chatter of potential diss tracks aimed towards you and other artists mentioning you by name in some attempt to get your attention. Of the handfuls, maybe there were one or two who could say they truly experienced you at your finest to even have an opinion. Needless to say, they’d been infatuated ever since. Blowing up phones, stalking social media pages and even trying to follow you home just to get a taste of you once more. Unable to let go of the way you fucked them, even after years and you forgetting the experiences in a day or two. However, there was only one who held the prestige of saying that he got it more than once and it was because of that privilege, he’d fight every dude in the game who even so much as thought about getting near you. He was the one who woke you up to head every morning and fucked you to sleep at night…the one who had you gripping, as well as flooding his sheets and of course, the one whose ring and initials were laced around your finger. Make no mistake, it wasn’t some weird sign of possession or to prove anything to these industry bozos. It was to let you know that he was fully and utterly devoted to you.Hence why he was hoping to get a closer look!..

“…do you wanna come in?” The words seemed to have startled him as he hadn’t expected you to notice that he’d been standing there. But your perception was something to be admired for sure. Alas, he’d widen the gap before slipping in and shutting the door behind him. Eren felt a tinge of embarrassment, lurking around like some weird stalker in his own house. But the last thing he wanted was to distract you and cause you to make a mistake. However, it’d only make you laugh.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt.” One thing that you could say for Eren that couldn’t be spoken of by other men, was that he truly respected you and your craft. All of those countless and dangerous stunts you’d execute as if they were child's play. He’d watch you climb that pole before dropping abruptly with no hesitation. Making some of the most insane dances look graceful and sensual. You were literally incredible! Having recently risen to fame through pole dancing and being an influencer, there were so many eyes on you…those wanting to see you shine and others, hoping you’d fail. So you made certain to give both supporters and haters alike something to yap about!

“Baby, it’s fine. You can come watch anytime you want..besides, I need your help so your timing couldn’t be better.” the lilt in your sweet voice caused a slight flutter in his heart whilst he took a seat, adjacent to you on one of the leather sofas. He’d prop his feet up on the small table and observe you as you took another step around the steel rail and eventually hoisted your leg to it to gain leverage. “So, what do you think of it so far? Does it look good?” You’d inquire, referring to the routine that you had been tirelessly working at. Truthfully, he’d only caught the tail end of it but that was all he needed to surmise his opinion.

“Perfect, as always. I seen that new trick you added. It’s crazy. I mean…I still can’t believe you’re coming on tour with us…can’t wait to see it once you finish.”

honestly, he could sing your praises for an eternity but your talent and work ethic spoke for itself. Not too long ago, you and your troupe of fellow dancers faced quite the dilemma when a famous artist recruited you all to be his backup dancers for a tour of his own. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity…one that would bring the Pole Assassins tons of exposure and notoriety if successful. However, he wasn’t exactly the kindest and refused to allow you all to perform if you were going to be the one at the center of it. It wasn’t for a lack of technique or skills, you just didn’t have the proper look! Naturally, he and his team wouldn’t admit it but you’d heard inklings of his track record and unfortunately, it turned out to be true. You even offered to sit the shows out and allow your girls to perform without you..which earned you a collective laugh and a giant ‘fuck you’ to the artist. If their leader couldn’t be there, then they wouldn’t either. However, you felt awful that all of you had missed out on such a lucrative venture but integrity came first. So rather than reverting to his old ways and sending bullets through the man’s car, Eren offered an alternative. He and his group, Dead Boys Society were planning to go on tour for the summer and with this new album rollout..came an entirely different sound for the normally dark and edgy artist. He was abandoning his emo-esque imagery and black clothing for more sensual tracks that could be played for the ladies or while taking a late night drive through Miami with the top down. Not to mention, he was putting that incredible singing voice to use. And with that, he proposed that you all join them on tour instead. Sitting down with you guys’ mutual manager to hash out payment details so that you were given a fair amount and more than that bastard could offer. You couldn’t have asked for a better deal or better husband!

“Well you know I want it to be better than perfect. I don’t want to embarrass you after what you did for us.”

however, your imposter syndrome was activating something fierce and you were having second thoughts. Afraid that maybe his fans wouldn’t take too well to you all being around and that it was a last ditch act of sympathy for his wife. Your stomach began to pang in knots and although you hid it well, Eren noticed immediately that you were nervous.

“Embarrass me? Hell, if anything, ion wanna embarrass you. I’ve never had backup dancers before..never really had a need, honestly. Performing with somebody else on the stage is new to me.” “Shit, you’re right. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love your music so much but..how well I can do a back hook spin to a song that sounds people should be moshing to..I don’t know.”

which prompted both of you to emit a laugh. This was certainly a learning curve for you both but as with anything, you’d get through it together. “I’m just a lil’ scared that we’ll mess things up for you..” Taking your hand, Eren would place a gentle kiss atop it and tug you a little closer towards him. “Aye, you don’t need to fix a thing. Do what you do best and I promise everyone will love it. Including me. You make me proud every single day..and nothing can change that.” As far as you were concerned, it was the only affirmation you’d ever need. Eren truly was the best thing to ever happen to you and you refused to let him down.

“I love you..so much. Thank you.” “I love you too, princess.” Sealing the declaration with a kiss.

“And besides..who do you think they’ll wanna look at? A bunch of fine ass women on stage dancing or Armin’s ugly mug?” Prompting you to snicker and cover your mouth. “Babe, be nice. That’s your friend.” “So? And he’s still ugly. I can’t help that.” You’d feel bad but then again, if Armin was anywhere in the vicinity, you already knew his response would be something even more heinous and funny. Nonetheless, Eren would take a seat on the couch after retrieving a drink from the mini fridge adjacent to the sitting area…that’s when he’d make one more request as you stood before him. It was then that he was able to truly examine and ingest your beauty.

Those plump lips, stained with gloss..juicy tits spilling from your top. Their shape was so perfect; the natural lift and shape of them were so beautiful. Not to mention the thick thighs that jiggle with each movement..a clear indicator of just how thick you were from the back, along with those hips of course..all that ass. Which had been the speculation of many rumors. Blogs and bitter bitches and men alike debating whether or not it was real. Claiming that there was no way you hadn’t had work done. You and your true circle knew the truth to that but it couldn’t make Eren less of a difference. Because whether you paid for it or were blessed with it…he was still going to have it swallowing his dick up by the end of the night! He couldn’t believe it sometimes, that you were really his wife. There was no way a goddess like you really existed and wore his last name to boot.

“Say princess, you mind if I get a lil’ preview of what you’ve got so far? I heard the new song playing and I wanted to see if I needed to make a few tweaks or anything.” And you were more than thrilled to do so. “Of course. Just restart it from your phone.” Instructing as you shuffled back over to the pole to prepare for your dance. Once you were back over there, it was as if a switch activated..from his adorable, sweet wife to strictly professional athlete. Gripping the pole whilst you got into position. Once the song began, you were in complete focus…he’d watch as you twirled slowly, stepping around it before those Pleasers went into the air and you’d begin to climb it. The sultry sounds of his voice rang in your ear, and you’d cling to each one; making his lyrics come to life with those impeccable moves. You’d get halfway up and suddenly, Eren would find himself shifting around when you spread wide open and began to flutter your legs in a fluid motion. The next move displayed you still holding on but instead, your back was facing him and you’d begin shaking your ass..executing sequence after sequence flawlessly to the sound of his voice; even doing a full split on it, wrapping your ankle around the pole! And not once did Eren look away!…he was hypnotized, entranced and certainly had his work cut out for him..

especially when (Y/N) ended the dance by making your way back over to the sofa and groping yourself in front of him. Making your ass clap whilst he watched from the front. Cupping your titties and working your way down onto his lap before grinding against his leg while running a hand up his pectorals. Your heel even teased the crotch of his pants..rubbing subtly against that obvious hard on. The lecherous yet subtle movements all felt like a huge tease to your husband. It was this gentle push and pull, give and take..leading him to believe that you were about to give him what he desired but before that could happen, you pulled away. Which captured the essence of the track perfectly. As it was referencing a girl who’d tease him relentlessly before feeding into his desires. It sampled the classic ‘In Love Wit a Stripper’ by T-Pain and there wasn’t a track more fitting. He was trying to control himself in hopes of letting you finish out your routine…but after that, it wasn’t hard to deduce where his conundrum would kick in! Once the song came to an end, he’d pause it to not let the next track start playing and you’d lean backwards, examining his expression.

“What’d you think? Like it?” Which was both rhetorical and an understatement.

“Damn, baby…ion even know what to say. I—fuck, I’m sorry..” a response that garnered a cute little chuckle out of you. Tossing your palm across your mouth, you’d play coy. Acting as if you didn't just prompt your husband to have an embarrassing reaction to your routine!…the tent in the center of his joggers rising shortly after you sat atop it. He felt immediate guilt for turning your beautiful choreography into his own personal lap dance session. Make no mistake, he loved you dearly and objectifying you was the last thing on his mind but as you sat, straddling his crotch…he couldn’t help but to let his mind wander!

“So does that mean you liked it?” “Let’s just say, imma have a hell of a time tryna’ concentrate on that stage with you around. I don’t even know if I can focus on anything else.”

Which wasn’t a bad thing by any means! You just had him incredibly mesmerized and now he was at a loss for words. Not only was he amazed by your craft but how sensual and elegant you made such a lecherous song sound. He just hoped that his audience could appreciate your art for what it was..

“Well I don’t mean to make you—“ but just as quickly as you were about to apologize, Eren halted you in your tracks with his thumb to your lip and quelled any misconception you may have had. “No, no, I think you misunderstand me, baby. I’ll be fine. It’s just that..you look so fucking good in this outfit and the way you kept touching me..I just feel like I can’t get enough of you right now.”

Confessing almost with no filter or consciousness to his words. By this time, Eren had resorted to caressing your thighs and hips, sucking his teeth as his gaze roamed freely over your body. As a professional, he respected your craft so dearly and he knew that when the time came, you two were going to create magic through your duration on the road. Alongside your friends as well..however, as your husband and lover, he craved a little something more at the moment. Something that only involved the two of you. With the subtle shift of position, Eren’s lanky, tattooed forearm was suddenly coiled around the small of your back whilst his hand groped your asscheek. One light squeeze before releasing and massaging the area….a movement he repeated because he could sense that you were enjoying it. It was blatantly obvious where both of your minds had strayed to!

“Yeah? You mean that?” Your husband, nodding his head as he twirled those digits around the string of your bottoms. As if he wanted to untie them but not until you gave him the go ahead to do so. With a finger trailing underneath his chin, you’d avert those jade hued eyes in your direction; his lids fluttering and voice low as he chewed into his bottom lip. That grown out facial hair gives him a much more mature and sexier essence about him. “Hell yeah..I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day actually.” “And what’s been on your mind? Tell me..”

Fishing for those salacious answers as your own hands were trailing all over and throughout his upper half. You’d managed to pivot your hands underneath his shirt and your lips to his neck whilst he continued feeling your backside up. That’s when he’d whisper into your ear that he was wanting nothing more than to pull those panties to the side and fuck you until made a creamy mess on his dick. That was only after he ate you out through the seat of them and lapped up all of your juices. All of those filthy thoughts couldn’t help but to spill out..especially with you stroking his sheathed erect with those long nails. You didn’t even need to reach in his boxers to garner how stiff he was. Hell, precum was practically dripping from his sweats. This is the type of mess you always reduced him to. Even eliciting faint moans... “Keep talking..I wanna hear more. I love it when you get all nasty.” Giggling in his ear before nibbling gently at the lobe. Rubbing your tongue along the perimeter of it and whispering once more.

“It makes my pussy so wet when you tell me how bad you want it..”

..which nearly sent your man into a spiral! He was trying his damndest not to tug your thong aside and fill you to the brim right now. But he’d maintain his restraint a little while longer. “Fuck..” that deep yet loud scoff ringing out, making an attempt not to burst right there. “Don’t tease me like that, baby. You have no idea what I wanna do to you right now..” At this point, you’d shuffle his waistband down and stroked his cock gently between your fingertips. That swollen mushroom tip was practically glowing red with emissions of translucent liquid. After leaving a trail of gloss stained kisses on his neck, (y/n) took the liberty of removing Eren’s shirt as well and exposing his chest. It was there that you’d caress his chiseled pecs, along with that six pack. He really did have a way of bringing out your worst and vice versa.

“Enlighten me then..I’m all ears.” Meanwhile, your lips were making a beeline towards his V-line. That perfectly trimmed base of his cock was splattered with tiny droplets of his cum and you’d get a taste once you placed your mouth near that area. Slowly lapping around it but never getting to the center, which had him sucking his teeth. “Oh my God…need to fuck you so bad, princess. Need to use those pretty holes..” hopelessly admitting as he subtly bucked his hips in the air. He didn’t touch himself, almost as a form of restraint or punishment. Instead, you were very gently dredging your fingertips along his shaft whilst it remained behind the cloth. “Mmm…I don’t think that’s a problem. The question is…” going further, (y/n) glided down and took those sweats with you, finally revealing that erect cock. It was standing at attention and glowing bright red. You’d never seen him so aroused before and certainly, you were going to make it worse. Gripping it at the base, you’d glide your closed fist up before placing a kiss on that swollen cock head.

“…which do you want first?..this mouth?..” questioning whilst making a beeline of kisses down the length of his shaft. The entire time, you’d never break eye contact..even when you placed soft pecks on his balls and suckled. “…this tight pussy..make it come for you.” You’d continue dredging that tongue along, garnering more reactions from Eren as he clutched the sofa cushion and helplessly rutted himself upwards, waiting for you to give him some relief. But perhaps, the next sentence you uttered seems to send him clean over the edge.

“..or maybe you want to fuck my ass. You came so hard the last time we did that..” And it was in that exact moment, Eren lost all semblance of self restraint and decided to move. He made his decision and decided that your mouth was the first area he wanted to lay claim to. Carefully grasping your chin, he’d point your face towards him and kindly demand for you to keep your mouth open.

“..shit, you’re so sexy when you talk like that, baby..” sucking his teeth in the process, emitting another laugh. He couldn’t fathom or even intake all of the lewd desires spewing from your mouth. So instead, he decided to stuff it full with his cock. However, you were intent on teasing him relentlessly. “Mmm..I’m sorry. It’s just that..we’re gonna be with all our friends on tour and who knows the next time we’ll get to fuck like this.” Questioning between suckles around his tip. It wasn’t a thought that had crossed the forefront of his mind, to be frank. With Eren’s bold and crass nature, he’d more than likely have you screaming his name loud enough for the whole damn bus to hear it! He wasn’t one for being polite or abashed when it came to having you..pinching your chin between his fingertips, Eren would chuckle as he directed your gaze up at him.

“Oh baby..you’re so cute. Really..but I don’t give a fuck about them. If you think we’re going the entire tour without you sitting on my face at least once, you’re sadly mistaken.” Which made you immediately giggle in response. He thought you’d know better by now than to let what others thought get in the way of your own happiness. However, you were a bit more bashful than he was…in public, at least. But this was the real you he just saw on display; his little freak..the woman who turned into a slut on command for him, so that’s who he wanted for the foreseeable future. Maintaining that grasp on your chin, he’d shove two more digits between your lips; his multitude of rings clashing against your jaws and teeth as he sat manspread in front of you with that cock head leaking.

“Besides..something tells me you don’t have the restraint for that, princess. Look at you, drooling all over this dick and I haven’t even given it to you yet..” the words flowing through your ears as your mind proceeded to go blank, nothing more than the sheer thoughts of being your husband’s dutiful little whore filling your brain. At the moment, that was your only job and if you wanted anything more than to taste it, then you’d perform your work well. Fluttering those big brown eyes as your lips puckered around his fingers, you’d open your mouth to emit a puddle of drool with that cockdrunk expression on your face. “You’re telling me you wanna go six months without getting this pretty little throat fucked?...because I know for sure I can’t wait that long.” By this time, it was you who was reduced to a babbling mess..incoherently mumbling as your hips writhed, grinding slowly against his foot and the floor. You were so wet right now, you thought you’d combust. But before you could garner any relief down there, you had to fulfill your first quest and that was putting that mouth to work!

Shaking your head in response to his question, Eren would merely grin and feed tiny pats to your cheek before promptly replacing his fingers with his length.

“That’s what I thought—there you go, princess..eat that fucking dick up. That’s all you need to do right now. Use that mouth to make me feel good.”

tossing his head back as he allowed you to pleasure him of your volition. Grasping his shaft and wrangling it in a circular motion whilst you bobbed up and down..sucking, slurping and gagging all over his cock. Those dark hued, plump lips gliding against that pale shaft. Eight inches easily making their way between your jaws. No matter how many times you two fucked, he was still in awe of your skills. He’d never encountered a woman like you in his life. A one of a kind and once in a lifetime experience. One he’d spend every waking moment cherishing in the most debaucherous of ways. “Don’t worry about my friends or yours. The fans…nobody. Just suck this dick..” Saliva would begin to emit from your jaws and spill all over your throat and chest..even trickling down your perky breasts. You didn’t seem to care that you were an utter mess or that your makeup was starting to smear. So as long as you got his nut as your reward, you were satisfied! Tattooed fingers rested at the back of your head and that deep, gravelly voice guided you through your movements. “Mmmm…fuck. That’s it, mama. You’re doing so good right now. Just let me fuck this pretty face..oh my gosh..” whimpering with your moans vibrating around his shaft. Eren couldn’t be sated and neither could you. You were bringing out each other’s most salacious energy.

“Show me how good you can take it—deeper, bitch. And don’t stop until you get me off. I need all this fucking throat. I know you can give daddy what he wants.”

that dominant energy driving you to go even harder in giving your man the filthy desires he craved. You weren’t even coming up for air..as if his cock was the only thing you needed to breathe. Gargling and spitting up all around it..going further and further until gagging noises, along with puddles of saliva came spilling out. You’d even purse your lips with bubbles forming around it. Between those noises and sexy moans, it was a miracle he hadn’t bust yet. It wasn’t until he hit that crux in your esophagus did he slow up or even halt. You were well on your way to granting him his filthy wish. “Oh fuck!—hold it, baby. Right there..don’t fucking move..” demanding as he began to thrust his hips upward in a bucking motion to use your mouth at his leisure. He’d govern his pace and use sharp thrusts to maneuver in and out. Only pausing momentarily to depress your tongue with his fingers and spit down into your jaws. “There you go, princess. Swallow it..” but it was as he was pausing, did he find his next point of fixation.

“Look at those pretty ass titties..damn, baby..” sucking his teeth at the sight of your erect nipples poking out and covered in his secretions. “Gonna let me fuck those too?” “Yes, baby..please..” “..good girl. Squeeze ‘em together for me.”

Once you encompassed your breasts with your palms, Eren would begin gliding that girthy cock in between them. The compact space engulfing his shaft and swallowing it with each push. Tiny spurts of his cum would emit out and splatter your skin, even seeping down to your nipples.

“You like that, princess? Getting those pretty ass tits fucked?..you look so good..”

a question that needed no answer, as the proof was in how eagerly you were rutting yourself against his foot. Grinding on the top of his shoe in hopes to accrue more friction and pleasure…something that EJ picked up on immediately.

“Yes..feels so good..fuck..” “Mmm..I can tell, baby. Look at you being all needy. So damn cute when you get like this..” his compliments sending a multitude of flutters throughout the pit of your belly. At the moment, you were doused in those strings of saliva and semen. Your eyes beaming with lust and your cunt spasming in the air as you stimulate your clit. Eren would then return his fingers to your mouth, slowly pressing on your tongue whilst glaring into your eyes. He’d lean over once more and spit into your mouth. Which earned him much gratitude from his eager little slut. “Stand up, pretty girl. I need to feel that pussy..I can’t wait anymore.” And naturally, you’d follow his command. Rising to your feet with those heels tapping the floor, (y/n) prepared to lie on the couch. However, he had other plans. Spreading those inked up thighs even further, he’d pat his black painted fingertips against his skin..ushering you to take a seat. “Nah..I need you to come ride me, mama. Show me some of them’ tricks you did earlier.” Prompting you to joke and giggle with him.

“Oh I see, you tryna’ put me to work, huh?” Stating whilst climbing atop his lap, automatically facing towards the mirror so you could both get a good view of yourselves. It didn’t take you long to get acclimated..aligning your slit with the tip of his cock. Wrapping your nails around his shaft, you’d lob one more drop of spit onto your folds before guiding it in. “You said this was your dick, right? So show me you know what you doin’ with it. Use me to get your nut, baby..” Confirming such by tossing his head back and expanding his arms on each side. Digging your heels into the couch cushion, the two of you would release a loud moan and a simultaneous ‘fuck’ from the meeting of your loins; a loud pop resonating throughout the room. So fucking tight…swear I wanna nut all in your shit. But you’d be so mad at me if I got you pregnant right before the tour.” That tight grip and girthy fullness creates the perfect sensation for your pleasure. This was the height of marital bliss..sharing moments of intimacy in so many different forms with your person. Experiencing that joy in so many ways and positions.. “Oh my—goddamn, this dick is so big.” A sentiment that remained no matter how many times you took it. It was also apparent from the obvious bulge that appeared in the lower region of your belly upon impaling yourself on it. Slowly but surely, you’d begin to guide yourself in a vertical motion. The squelching and wet sounds immediately drummed up the further you went down. Eventually, you’d gain a pretty decent pace..matching with the rhythm he’d normally stroke into you himself. “Shit..but if anybody can take it, it’s you, princess. Nobody else can fuck me like you can..” however, the faster you bounced, the more precise to your g-spot became and it didn’t take long before you were beginning to feel that climax nearing. “Oh my gosh..I’m about to come..I can’t—“ whimpering as your head fell backwards. One hand rested on the couch arm and the other clutching Eren’s. “Yes you can..keep going. Just breathe...look how fucking sexy you are taking that dick.” Instructing as he teased his fingertips on your clit..rubbing in circular motions and aiding in that climatic peak. Even when you began to falter, you’d take one glance at yourself in the mirror and confirm exactly what he saw. Those voluptuous, saliva stained tirs bouncing, that ass clapping from back and those creamy juices dripping all down his shaft. It was all the motivation you needed to keep going.

“Yeah, just like that. You’re so close, baby. You’re so close.” “I’m coming, daddy. Fuck!—“ just then, you’d come to an abrupt halt and the next view was you squirting halfway across the room! That reflection catches the glares on both of your faces. Wide eyed smirks and chuckles as ecstasy riddled the both of your bodies. “Damn! Look at that…I love when you make a mess like that for me..” declaring with a hand wrapped around your throat whilst tugging you into sloppy kisses. He’d never bore watching you put on a display of waterworks.

“That felt so good, I really needed that..” however, that wasn’t the conclusion to your impromptu fuck fest. He had much more left in the tank and he was no stranger to your stamina either. Hence why he was about to push you both past your limits!

“I’m glad to hear that, because I have more for you” the statement eliciting a look of shock on your face. “What? You didn’t think that was it, did you? This pussy feels way too good for me to stop right now.” And he had the perfect solution to continue the party. It was then that Eren would grasp your waist, helping you climb down before instructing you to walk over to your pole and bend over. From there, he had the ideal view and could take control once more. Prompting you to raise your leg up and twist it around until you were in an inverted split position.

“Mmmm..fuck. Look at that. So flexible..” taking a moment to admire your agility. You were truly his star in every essence of the word. “Stay just like that. Okay, baby?” Nodding your head as your man caressed your exposed thighs, feeding you a couple of juicy, wet kisses. This time, it was his turn to give you some of that oral reciprocation from earlier. He’d sat in his studio for the duration of the day, dreaming of all the filthy acts he wanted to try on you. Not even a full minute later, gaze still fixated on his beloved, Eren sank to his knees and began lapping at your center; teasing your thighs on the way down. His tongue lapping diligently at those succulent folds, his lips latching onto that swollen, sensitive clit and a single digit working that tight hole. All the while, you could see one another’s movements. You’d clutch the metal structure, balancing on those six inch pleasers as you struggled to stand upright. It was blatantly obvious that he wasn’t interested in taking his time tonight. He desired you, craved that body and he was going to lay claim to every square inch of it. Reaching down, you’d grasp for that hair and guide him along; the stubble of his thin goatee making friction with your silky, warmth.

“Oh my gosh, fuck..eat that pussy—“ Softly whimpering with shallow, whiny breaths. Just then, he’d reach around to grasp your asscheeks..pushing you further into his mouth and forcing you to grind on his lips. Even making a detour to your opposite entrance. “Fuck my face, princess. Don’t hold this shit from me right now.” And you wouldn’t dream of it! Not when your next orgasm was mere moments away. He had every intention though, of pounding that out of you. “Sticking my tongue in that pretty lil’ asshole of yours…got you shaking.” Just as quickly as he began devouring your sweet cunt, he was back to his feet..kicking off the remnants of his clothes. Your ensemble, however, was across the room. With the exception of that glittery thong that he had plans for. Whilst you were gasping for air, on the brink of squirting once more, Eren stuffed your mouth with those undergarments and your needy little hole with his aching cock. He had become tremendously erect just from tasting that sweet nectar and needed relief.

“Oooh..look at yourself. Such a nasty slut.” All the while feeding you fast paced, deep seeded strokes as he shrouded you in compliments. “Any dude that wouldn’t want your fine ass on stage with him is crazy. What a fucking pussy..” chuckling to himself at the thought of you being all for him now. Anyone in the past blew their chance and any future prospects were as good as nonexistent. As far as you were both concerned, he was the only man for you and this precious body.

“That’s okay. Because this is all mine. I don’t even want anyone else to look at you. This is my pussy to fill..to fuck until you come all over me..I’m the only one who gets to make you feel like this. Isn’t that right?”

receiving a fast paced nod and loud whines. In return, you’d watch him grasp the top of your head and tug down, forcing you to see him glide in and out..

“You can talk. Don’t make me repeat myself..” becoming almost aggressive in his movements. So with that makeshift gag still between your teeth, you’d give him the answer he was looking for. “Yes, daddy. It’s all yours..my body is yours.” Whimpering with makeup coagulated tears streaming down your face. That seemed satisfactory because just a moment later, without so much as breaking gazes or stride, you’d feel hot spurts of seed pouring into you, along with one last sharp thrust before he came to a halt.

“I’m so glad you agree, baby..” it was then that he’d pull out and be greeted with yet another stream of squirt. Marking the tile with all of your divine juices. However, his ravenous appetite had yet to be sated and he had one last thing to do before he got his fill. Noticing that you were no longer able to hold this strenuous position, Eren placed your leg down and caressed those wobbly legs. Attempting to massage those sore muscles. This was certainly a workout like you’ve never experienced. In front of the pole was stationed a balance beam, used for pre-workout stretching and post-dance wine downs. However, it was going to serve as your only semblance of comfort..because once he got you bent over, clutching that metal rod, you’d be met with the deviant glare on your husband’s face and your asscheeks being spread apart. Already previously lubed up from his earlier movements. But alas, he’d lean down to glisten that puckering hole with more of his saliva. As it was the sight of his next and final exploration. Something that you found out without the slightest warning. Immediately, the second he entered you, your expression went from a fucked out smile to wide eyed and slack jawed.

“Oh—what the fuck—“ “Surprised, baby? I did say all of those pretty holes, didn’t I?” And not to anyone’s surprise, it was deep, rhythmic and medium paced strokes. After all, he couldn’t help it. He knew if he didn’t move with this efficiency, he’d be the one with the buckling knees. He was almost desperately rutting into you. Like an animal laying claim to its partner during mating season. Even so, you acclimated fairly quickly. And it wasn’t long before that tight hole conformed to his shape. That fat cock head puncturing that eager entrance and stretching it open. It had been quite some time since you two had performed anal sex but it was as if none had passed. “Besides..you offered them to me. It’d be so rude of me to deny my princess what she wants.” Rhetorically taunting with those flowing inches tangled up in his grasp. He had no concern with appearances at the moment. From your tattered clothes to smeared makeup and even that jet black bussdown, he was good for ensuring that you’d be taken care of afterwards. Right now, he needed to make certain that his mark was on every orifice of your frame.

“Yes! Please keep fucking this ass, baby. Feels so fucking good..” “..spread it open for me then, bitch.” Noticing how tight your throat became when he used the derogatory name earlier. It was something about the combination of praise and objectification that drove you insane. That’s when squelching sounds began to fill up the room once more. “There we go. Fuck!” The sounds of your clapping ass joined to create a chorus of filthy melodies. It was very apparent that neither of you could withstand much longer but he was going to push it there. Sweat trickled down his forehead and beaded down his bare chest. Rough sounding gasps joined in and his pace eventually became sporadic.

“Shit! I’m bout to fucking come..tell me where you want it, baby. Tell me where you need me to come. I’d do anything for you.”

Nearly feral and unhinged when it came to you. Even so, he’d hold it together until you instructed him to bust on your face. It was only then did he reluctantly pull out and you’d quickly drop to your knees. With your eyes shut, tits squeezed together and tongue out, you’d hear the loud groans escaping your husband’s mouth as he’d pump that fist around his shaft and splatter your face with his nut. A healthy, warm dose of his cum in every part of (y/n) and you couldn’t be more satisfied.

It took you both a minute to come to your senses but once you did, you’d merely giggle and greet each other with kisses. It was almost as if you were possessed by lustful spirits but alas, you’d feel even more shrouded in adoration for each other than before. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you? Because I love you so fucking much.” “I love you too, baby. I can’t wait for this tour.” Giving you praise along with how he was going to care for you with a warm bath and food once you left. If this was any indication of how adventurous things would be, then you were ready!

but it was as you were discussing your sweet nothings, did something catch Eren’s eye. Stationed right near that pole was your phone in a tripod and the back light beaming towards you both. The mirror however, revealed something even more shocking and that was it wasn’t on your regular camera app, but instead, another one…more so along the lines of social media.

“Oh shit..were you filming when I came in? Damn, I hope nobody saw that.” And with that, swiping your finger across your semen stained face, you’d laugh.

“I guess we’ll find out.”

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