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reinerzbongoz · 2 years ago

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⸻ Rejuvenated Lovers, R. Braun x Reader ⸻

Relationship: Flight Attendant!Reiner Braun x Destination Wedding Planner!Reader | WC: 13.5k | Content Warning: Graphic Desplays of Sexual Content | Tags: Food Play, Finger Sucking, Face-Sitting, Cunnilingus, Porn With Plot, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Modern AU, Overstimulation, Switching, Pool Sex, Porn with Feelings

Summary: You’ve been friends with Eren and Mikasa for years, so coordinating and planning their destination wedding in the Maldives was an easy thing to say yes to do. Who could say no to that? But, the day is finally here, and you can’t help but feel anything except melancholy due to all the changes that have happened since they asked. For starters, you’re engaged, but your husband-to-be isn’t coming and, on top of that, you haven’t been able to see each other in months. But what you don’t know is that your meddling friends have a sweet surprise that can help with that.

Author’s Note: Why did I write this?

"Hmm, that's a good question, I wasn't expecting that question" —Beyonce Knowles

Well, for one, I wanted to play with Reiner and his boobs. Two... Nope! That's it! Sincerely, Nana! <3

Pick your poison: A blast to the past | Somewhere in the future

“Okay, let’s get in line! My assistant has successfully set everything in motion! Bridal party, You’re up in 3 minutes sharp! The only people we're missing are Zeke and Eren.”

Everyone groans like children but does as told.

Or so you thought.

“Hey.”

You feel a tap on your shoulder, and you groan when you realize who it is.

“Can I pee?” he asks, his body crouched over as his knees stick to one another.

You’d cackle if you weren’t on the clock, but you settle for stifling a chuckle.

Eren’s going to be upset that he missed this.

“Connie… Unless you can piss at the speed of light, it’s a hard hell no.”

“But-”

“Hold it in! You'll be fine, now get in line. I won’t tell you again.”

He gives you one last somber look over his shoulder before he limps away. Connie settles next to Ymir and you almost lose it when she cackles at his ridiculous posture. As if on cue, Zeke and Eren rush in, thankfully dressed in their matching black suits and light pink boutonnieres accompanying their matching swan pocket squares.

Small chunks of Eren’s wisps lie on his forehead, the rest of his hickory hair brushed tightly behind his ears. A low bun sits at the bottom of his head, leaving a cluster of locks beneath it. Zeke—on the other hand—has blond beach waves parted down the middle that fall to his collar and cover his bushy beard connecting to his sideburns. He adjusts his circular spectacles to rest on his nose as he greets you.

“Why, hello! Did I tell you just how riveting you look today already?”

Zeke reaches his hand toward you and you snatch it from his grasp before he can kiss it.

“Enough with the flattery. Just get in place, and you, Jaeger! Where the hell have you been?”

Eren turns his head to the side, scratching it. He whispers something incoherent. Your brows furrow.

“You did what ?”

He takes a deep breath turning to face you.

“I said, I went to see Mikasa.”

You let out a sigh while crossing your arms. "You called me to do two jobs and you can't even stick to the rules you set?”

You shoot him a glare and he responds with a sheepish grin. Your face sours at the stupid look on his face.

“You know what? Never mind! As long as you love sick buffoons say the I do's and pay me, it doesn't matter. But what does matter is you getting out there. It's time to leave, now!”

"Hey, don't go all grumpy on me because I'm getting some tonight and your fiance isn't here to help with that."

He puts his hands up in surrender when you shoot another glare.

"Get out there so you can marry her and I can go home!"

“I don’t think rushing to your big empty house is all that healthy. I mean, there’s only so much a crabby woman like you can do. Unless you want to play with your box of-”

“Out!”

“Fine! I’m out, I’m out. Let’s get this show on the road!”

There’s a moment of silence as the bridal party follows the schedule to a T.

No thanks to Eren, though.

You wished you could enjoy this joyous moment but it seems, the universe had it out for you today of all days.

Zeke softly elbows your side, whispering to you. “You know it’s okay to miss him, right?”

You grumble and pass him a side-eye.

“I wish you and your idiot brother would stop reminding me. I’m fine, Zeke. I don't need you to worry about me. Now get to your spot. The last of the bridesmaids are filing out as we speak! I can’t have this wedding looking bad on my record.”

Zeke massages your shoulders, and you slowly turn your head, breathing through your nose. If Zeke got the message, his actions didn’t show it because he doesn’t stop there.

“All you think about is work. Do you ever relax?”

“I’m literally on the clock! How can I not think about work, genius?”

You flick the side of his head and his face scrunches.

“Yikes, you really need to get your feathers unruffled. So uptight.”

You put your hand up signaling that you would flick him again if he kept pushing his luck and he backs away towards Sasha, now becoming her problem.

Zeke sends you a peace sign behind his back before they leave.

“I’ll see you there!”

Great, now for the main attraction.

Mikasa walks in with her father in tow, illuminating the room. She wears a strapless white silk dress with a harsh a-line cut. The slit running up the side of her dress has curtain-like patterned pleats, accentuating her waist. It unsheathes her baby smooth legs, letting her open-toed stilettos peek through the floor-length dress.

To top it off, a glittering white veil covers her from head to toe, adding pizzazz to the train of her dress. Her hair is as short as it's always been, not caring for the upkeep that accompanies long hair, but Mikasa makes it work. She always does. With a face like that, she could wear a clown costume and still be the prettiest in the room. You can't help but let a tear fall onto your cheek.

You try to wipe it before Mikasa notices, but you wait a second too late. Mikasa’s eyes widen and she almost trips, luckily, her dad steadies her.

"Oh no, is something out of place? I swear to God, if they fucked my makeup, I’m getting my money back!"

You grab her hands and circle your thumbs on the back of them.

"Deep breaths Mikasa, everything is fine. You look stunning."

"You mean it?"

You send her a firm nod, and the music plays. Mikasa takes a deep breath, assuring her father then her attention is back on you.

"This’ll be you soon, you know? Then I can cry and make you worry on your wedding day."

"I'm planning my own wedding, there's no way I’ll be nervous. I’d be more nervous if it was in the hands of another person."

"That's what you say now, but wait until those nerves settle in the night before! You’ll be sobbing hysterically, trying not to bite your nails!"

Your brow arches and you lean your head to the side.

"That sounds like a projection."

Before Mikasa can get another word out, the ushers pull the curtain open. You step out of the camera's sight and give Mikasa one last look, mouthing good luck and walking to stand in front of your seat in the last row.

You turn your head to the arbor and notice Eren’s already crying. It's so bad that he looks like he can't breathe; it’s not a full sob. At least not right now.

In the blistering sun, you’re sure Mikasa is sweating, but the look is so worth it. How her veil catches and reflects the light is nothing short of enticing. But, Mikasa isn’t the only beauty of today. The decoration team painted the entire ceremony to perfection. Everything from the white chairs with coral fabric dancing in the wind to the assortment of white and pink flowers cascading down both sides of the aisle is exuding immaculate taste.

The wedding arch was decorated in the exact flowers cascading down the aisle except there’s vines, water falling in between them.

Mikasa’s words play in your head before your mind wanders to what might happen when it’s your turn. You go back and forth with yourself, thinking about the worrywart questions everybody has been planting in your head. Questions like “Will you cry?” and, “Will you turn into a Bridezilla?” You resist the urge to bite your nails, verbatim to what Mikasa said, and you shake your thoughts, literally .

You shake your head so hard you’re almost 90% sure it’d cause a headache later. You need to focus. This is your biggest wedding of the year. Failure is not an option. You've been working to make their dream wedding a reality for months and the last thing that you need is to ruin it with your personal feelings.

Hitch’s arm drapes over your shoulder and you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you recognize that pitiful look she’s giving you. A look that’s all too familiar, because it’s the same one the bridal party’s given you all day. You let out a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. Oh, what could you have done to deserve such pity?

Your focus falls on Eren and Mikasa, blushing and smiling at each other like lovesick idiots. Eren lifts Mikasa's veil, stepping back for a moment, staring into her watery gray eyes and clasping her face tenderly. Armin shoots them a glance, flipping through his script. Eren pulls Mikasa into a quick kiss but the secret is out quick; the crowd woos followed by a man behind Eren telling him to ‘get it’. Eren bought himself a glare from Armin, having nothing to return besides a sheepish grin.

Armin clears his throat to speak, "You may be seated. Welcome, guests. Today, we are gathered here to celebrate the long-awaited wed—"

"You can say that shit again! Woo!" Connie and Sasha yell in unison.

"Welcome, family, friends, and other attending guests. Today, we are gathered to celebrate the long-awaited wedding of Mikasa and Eren. I may not have a wife or a significant other, but I know what it's like to feel the love that radiates from these two. They saved me when I lost everything, and have been nothing but generous since. Even in the hard times, I knew I would never have to doubt the trust of these two right here, and I am forever grateful. I cannot thank these two enough for all that they've done for me but, I can help start them on their journey together."

By the time Armin finished his opening speech, the walls to Eren’s flood gates opened. Mikasa's doing okay, only a few tears sliding down her face. Armin fumbles to get to his next page, and the soon-to-be wedded couple pull him into a tight embrace and they shamelessly sob amongst each other.

It makes your heart ache and your eyes water, so much love surrounds them. You unconsciously tune them out as you stare at the pear-shaped ring sitting high and mighty on your finger. You wonder if you'll be this emotional—if he’ll be this emotional —. Will you be too distraught to finish your vows, or worse, will you trip down the aisle face first in front of everybody?

God, that's a frightening thought. Though, the thought of all your family and friends watching you celebrate your love isn’t so bad. Your unreliable and strenuous schedules always ripped your beloved. It always feels like the odds are always against the two of you, with the extended layovers and your traveling around the world at least every other month setting up and executing weddings along with meetings to attend.

"Mikasa, take this ring and repeat these words."

Mikasa takes the silver ring with emerald jewels and places it on Eren's finger. She repeats the lines, and that's when she gets emotional. It's nothing compared to Eren’s puffy red eyes and suit that could be considered a wet towel at this point.

"Eren, take—"

Eren interrupts Armin's request with a loud sob. He raises his pointer finger and coughs.

" I'm sorry , I'll get it together."

His best friend smiles at him, and the crowd laughs, taking the edge off the pressure on Eren. He looks at the crowd smiling and wipes his snot and tears. He takes another deep breath wrapping his hands around his bride’s, returning his focus to her and only her.

"Okay, I'm ready. Give me the ring before I change my mind and run away with her right now."

"Take this ring and repeat after me."

Eren does as he’s told and places the silver band laced with blue jewels on Mikasa's ring finger.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride! Please give a round of applause and welcome Mr. and Mrs. Yeager."

You can’t hold back tears any longer.

Eren pulls Mikasa into yet another kiss. More aggressive than before out of excitement, and picks her up bridal style. The guests hype Eren up with loud claps and a cluster of phrases laced with curse words. He walks Mikasa down the aisle and you give the signal, affirming this is their cue to throw the flowers.

The crowd dies down after Mikasa and Eren leave for the pre-reception. They mingle amongst themselves and laugh over a multitude of things, like how it took forever just for Eren to propose and how painfully oblivious he was to Mikasa's love for the longest time.

You look at your phone, checking for any messages, unfortunately, there’s still none. You really hoped he'd message you when he landed in Dubai. You sigh and frown.

That is not what I wanted to see after today.

The aura shifts from calm to disruptive as the wedding court starts to make a fuss over something around the corner.

At least they waited until the important part was over, I guess. It would have been suspicious if things kept calm much longer.

They're usually a noisy group of people, especially with Connie and Sasha, along with Jean and Eren’s constant bickering. You would have seen this behavior as normal. That’s until they storm down the aisle in a herd. You were going to ignore it and go on about your business, but once you look up for a second to see if everythings’ still running smoothly, the guests are staring at you with odd expressions.

Hitch gives you a harsh nudge whispering. “Go.”

Your brows furrow.

“I didn't know how much longer I could have kept this secret in.”

“What secret?”

Hitch smacks your arm.

“If you’d listen to the people, you’d find out!”

You look at the guests again, and they mirror faces of approval.

“Go!”

“If you have to slip out for any reason,” she winks, “just know I can hold it down.”

She gives you an okay sign with her fingers and you reciprocate with a silent nod walking to the end of the aisle.

The sounds of their talking increase the closer you get to the curtain, the one most prominent being Connies’.

“I see she’s still got you whipped, look at you dressing the part.”

The sound of a hard smack makes you jump back for a second.

“Ow, Sasha! I’m gonna get a bump on my head now.”

Sasha hushes everyone as you see the circle of people lessing around a tall—muscular—blond man in a satin dress shirt that's slightly open at the top. When they clear out, they all look to you in anticipation.

You’re unbeknownst to all the eyes on you as your clipboard and phone hits the floor.

Your mind runs a mile a minute; How did he even get here? Shouldn’t he be in Dubai?

His hands cradle a giant wad of flowers swallowing most of his top half. You bite your lip, mouth watering as your eyes saunter to his belt that holds up his long black pants clinging to his thighs.

Your eyes continue tiptoeing downward until Connie’s face blocks your not—so—discreet ogling. He picks your belongings up from the ground, placing them back into your hand. You mouth the words thank you , although nothing comes out. Sasha takes the flowers you assume are for you out of Reiner’s arms shooing the group away.

"Move along! Let’s give them privacy!"

He chuckles, observing your attire. There’s so much distance between the two of you and it doesn't make an ounce of sense. You've known each other for years. Hell, you're engaged to the man. You thank god the decision isn’t left up to you, because you’d’ve never spoken to him at this rate.

"I really thought you were going to faint because of how breathtaking I look. Imagine my surprise to see you stand there so uptight with dry eyes. I thought you’d at least shed a few tears. Are you sure you don’t want to jump into my arms? If that’s a no-go, can I at least get a kiss?"

Reiner puckers his lips while making kissing noises and pointing to his lips.

Your eyebrow raises.

He bats his eyelashes with a smile.

"Never mind, go back to where you came from!"

As you try to escape Reiner's cornball mentality, his hand latches onto your arm, and a sultry breeze tickles your neck. The thought of what it insinuates sends shivers down your spine and a tingle in your core.

"Let's leave the drama at home. I came all this way just to see you."

You turn your head in sheer embarrassment, but Reiner thrusts you around lifting your chin to meet his soft eyes.

"Don't play coy. Two seconds ago, you tried to give me the boot."

You don't respond to him, verbally at least. You only lean into him as you feel embarrassment washing over you. Your noses feather each other, breaths mingling as you try to close the gap.

Reiner pulls away, with a punchable grin plastering his face.

"Payback!"

You huff and cross your arms like a toddler, throwing your head to the side.

"I don't like your payback. It's cruel and inhumane."

Reiner scoffs.

"Don’t be a hypocrite! You did the same thing."

"Yeah, but I was joking! I wasn't leaving you!"

"Are you sure about that? Everyone knows you can’t give your work a rest! You would’ve left me all alone while you worked yourself into your grave!”

"Stop fighting! You two aren't even married yet! And Reiner, kiss her already! Are you waiting for the moon to turn blue or something?" Sasha shouts from the corner.

You blink at each other, sick of the building tension between you two.

"Fine," you say in unison.

"Truce?"

"Truce."

As you shake his hand, Reiner pulls you in without warning, rubbing circles at the nape of your neck. Light kisses are planted on your shoulder, you’re frozen, still in shock that he’s here but more shocked from how raw his touch feels.

He comes up, and a stare that lasts a lifetime moves something inside of you. He leans forward this time intending to kiss you. You almost didn't react in time as the puzzle pieces finally align. You pour into each other, lips moving in perfect synchronicity.

You haven’t seen each other in weeks— months —yet he remembers your body so well. Reiner's hand traces from your neck to the small of your back, pulling you against him, so close it almost gave the peeping toms a run for their money. The increasingly growing bulge in his pants presses into your crotch, and you can’t help but sigh into the kiss; pushing further into him.

You both jump apart hearing the sound of claps erupt.

So they were all watching, huh?

Though the action didn't come to fruition without a lot of begging and leg-pulling. You've been working for hours, making sure to communicate with vendors to triple-check your work. Everything had to be perfect. It just had to be.

You spent all of 30 minutes with your soon-to-be husband and, with the help of Hitch, Reiner finally let you tend to your job. On one condition: You were to meet him on the dance floor at 9 o’clock sharp, no later no earlier.

Yet, here you are, on your way to your nightly check-in with Hitch. Running around like a worker bee. Unlike the bees, this is of your own free will, and you’re getting paid handsomely.

Now, the decorated venue is good enough for royalty to wine, dine, and piss there. Your decorating team did a phenomenal job aligning the tables, chairs, and especially with accessories such as the centerpieces, installing the tile for the tables, and the color-shifting dance floor that lays directly on the beach. They also installed a beautiful white bar with stools and an attendant that’s professionally trained to do crazy tricks to help get the party started. A large white tent with drapes leading to the beach surrounds it all. You can see the water glowing blue reflecting the night sky as they come in shallow waves on the shore.

Out of all the receptions you’ve hosted, you’d never met people who dance so much. Especially dumb and dumber. Speaking of Sasha and Connie, they're on the dance floor busting a move you're not quite familiar with. It looks like a—you can’t describe what that monstrosity is.

You walk up to Hitch with your checklist in hand, not caring enough to look at her.

"Hitch, tell me what time the rental chairs from the ceremony have to go back."

"I already took care of that."

Hitch leans into you, spilling a couple of drops of her water on your dress so you’re forced to look up.

"Anyway, since you have some time to waste, I gotta tell you. I can't believe you're working right now. I told you I can handle this. Go dance or something. There's not much to do."

"I wish I could, but I can't leave until I finish my job."

"Then what am I here for?"

"Moral support and neck massages."

You give her a sheepish grin and in response, Hitch deadpans.

"That's literally what he's for. I am your assistant, not your mistress!"

You shrug your shoulders. "You still get paid, don't you?"

Hitch shoots you another blank stare.

"Just–at least think about it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the ladies' room! Have fun being a miserable old witch!"

"Make sure you're back here before the first dance!"

Hitch mouths you off before leaving. You groan, pinching your nose and closing your eyes.

She will be the death of me.

You scan the party, furrowing your brows as you realize Reiner is no longer chatting it up with Eren at the bar. You scan the entire room, yet he’s nowhere to be found. As soon as you take a step forward, you’re yanked to the side by Sasha.

She jumps in a million directions, droning like a madwoman. The worst part of it all is that she’s stress eating an entire platter of food, and talking with her mouth filled to the brim. Chunks of shrimp fly out of her mouth and cocktail sauce drips down her chin. You're confused as to how she got her hands on that much food when the only thing that was served was hors d'oeuvres.

You place your hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stay still. You force her to chew as you close her jaw to stop the flinging food.

"Sasha, calm down."

She gulps, snatching Connie’s glass of champagne straight out of his grasp.

“What the-.”

She downs the glass, burping and speaking all in one go.

Your head cocks to the side and she drops her head, picks it up, and tries again.

"I left my speech in your room this morning when I came to steal the rest of your breakfast."

"You what? That's where my food went! Wait . Why can't you get it? I'll give you the room key."

You reach your hand towards your purse, but Sasha interrupts you.

"We're about to have a rock, paper, scissors, and an arm-wrestling tournament."

You sigh, facing upwards, asking God why he put you in this utterly ridiculous situation.

"Fine, whatever! I'll get it! And stop going into my room. That's weird!"

You run off with your phone in your hand, shakily sending a message to Hitch, to confirm she’ll work in your absence. You’re not even sure if the message was coherent but you can only wish on the moon. Perspiration builds on your forehead and the feeling grosses you out. Your focus shifts to the heat spreading instead of where you’re walking and that split second was enough to make you lose your footing.

You trip over your foot, almost falling face-first into the sand. You stay still for a second, realizing where you are and what’s in your way.

Fuck!

You forgot you had to run through the cold sand to get to the walkway. You huff and slip your heels off, slinging them over your shoulder. You'd think the workaholic would be prepared to walk in something as mundane as the sand. You pushed away your pure hatred for the feeling of sand between your toes as you hike up your dress, running through it. As soon as you step foot on the pathway to your villa, it's smooth sailing from there.

Ah, fuck it.

You grow frustrated and drop your shoes. You dig through your purse, touching various items and your fingers skim a thin card.

You grab your room key and shove it in the reader. The color switches from red to green and the door clicks.

To your surprise, Reiner is standing in the middle of your overwater bungalow, with yet another set of lavender-colored roses. His button-up is still slightly open but this time, the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and a gold watch sits prettily on his wrist. One of his hands resides in his pant pockets as he whistles a tune you can’t seem to recognize. He’s glowing with a smile as he takes in your reaction with starry eyes. The brown wooden floor—and the rest of the room—is covered with lavender petals and candles.

“I’m assuming I’ve been tricked.”

Behind him is the prettiest view. An oversized window presents the ocean which extenuates his tall figure, that's lit by the mere candles; you can see how light the breeze is by the way the waves fold—not topple—over one another.

“You guessed right. Now, what do you say to finally putting work in the dust and spending time with your crazily attractive fiance that you haven’t seen in months?”

You frown. “But what if they need me?”

“They don’t need you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because they’ve been in on it, for weeks now.”

“All of them?”

He nods and smiles in agreement. You scoff, throwing your hands in the air.

“And I thought I was the clever one.”

“I've been real naughty, haven't I? If you’d come here, I can show you one hell of an apology.”

He wriggles his eyebrows and opens his arms. You finally give in, taking the flowers and tossing them onto the wooden coffee table.

Reiner pecks your lips whispering, “That’s just a teaser. You’ll get more later. Pinky promise.”

He holds out his pinky, and you scowl at him.

“You bamboozled me, and I can’t even get a proper kiss? You’re so bogus. That’s it! I’m going to find a new fia-”

There’s only a few seconds where your mouth lies still, the kiss happens so quick that you can’t comprehend it at first. Once you do, you lean into Reiner, your groin finding purchase against his hard dick. You lift your leg around his waist and grip his ass for support.

He groans into your mouth at the sensation. Lips weak beneath yours. Reiner swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and your mouth widens, letting his tongue slip against yours. His hands roam up your back, sending lightning bolts up your spine. You press your body into his, moaning into each other’s mouths from light friction and overbearing lust laced within the kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as humanly possible. He can feel it, you're sure; your heart is beating faster than it was when he surprised you out of nowhere today. It’s been so long since you’ve seen your fiance, and damn is it painfully satisfying to feel his weight—his entire body—pressed up against you. It’s heartbreaking that your schedules pull you apart so often, you’d give anything to stay this close to him for a few moments longer.

But alas, the air runs thin.

You peel yourself from him, breathless and hot all over. Reiner looks down at you, and his playful eyes challenge you. A smug look adopts his features even with his red, puffy lips complimented by a blushing hue.

“I did say ‘I’d show you one hell of an apology’, didn't I? Just be patient, and you’ll get what you want. And don’t threaten to replace me ever again. I know I’m irreplaceable, but still.”

He walks to the back door while you stand there flustered and dazed, wondering what exactly he could come up with.

“Are you going to stand there looking pretty, or are you going to find out if the rumor rings true?”

You decide to take him up on his offer, not bothering to pay attention to your surroundings. Once you’re standing eye to eye, he says nothing, only tilting your chin, forcing you to shift your attention to the situation.

The walkway led to a candle-filled back and a dining table with metal plate covers. Your waterline wells with tears, but you suck it up this time. The sting in your eyes and your vision blurring is all the motivation you need. Reiner guides you to your seat, pushing your chair in for you. Reiner’s gaze sets you ablaze and you cower in your seat, hands trying to shield the intensity.

“I waited all this time and my future wife can’t even look at me. Who's the bogus one now?”

You blush, waving him off. He grabs your hand and uses his smooth fingers to trace your palm. Reiner softly squeezes it with his thumb, giving it a modest kiss and your eyes widen. You’re shocked at the gesture.

“C’mon, you know I was just playing, baby. Why can’t you just look at me? I can’t stop looking at you. Is there something on my face? Cus’ I know I’m not ugly.”

That gets you to chuckle at best and finally look at him. His hair was slightly messy, you guessed from his formal flight attendant attire. After he traveled for long periods of time, he’d get semi-permanent hat hair. And there’s only one way it can be fixed…

“Fine, Fine! Are you happy now?”

You feel your face flush, it's blistering and the mutual gaze just makes you hotter. His hazel eyes burn into yours, seemingly admiring you for all that you are, which only makes you more timid. Yes, you’d been together for years, but you hadn’t seen your lover in months. Your love felt rejuvenated, and you can’t help coming to the realization all over again how much you love him.

He adjusts your face closer and leans in. “That’s better. I love looking at my masterpiece,” he whispers.

You can’t muster up the courage to find a suitable comeback for that one and, even if you did, he pulls back to speak first.

"Let's eat dinner before it gets cold. You're distracting me."

You huff, not bothering to acknowledge him. You can’t even remember the last time you had a proper meal today, opting for fast things like granola bars and water. You rarely have the time to sit down and eat during the day, let alone with your fiance.

You lift the cloche and notice he got your favorite. The stress from overworking finally seeps into you as a few tears fall down your face. You didn't know fatigue could make a person so emotional, but here you are, becoming a mirror of an earlier Eren. You attempt to wipe them yourself, but there's already a handkerchief being dabbed on your wet cheeks. Reiner cradles your chin between his fingers as his eyes search yours.

"What’s the matter? I was sure I got your favorite. If you don’t like it, I can go back and get you a—" he rambles.

You put your hand up to stop him from speaking.

“No, it's not that. Everything is perfect.”

He sits back down."Then what is it?"

“It’s just this, their wedding, you being here. I didn’t even know you’d be here today. I just… missed you… I missed this.”

Reiner looks at you with a content expression, worsening your state. He motions for you to come over to him and you do, moving to sit in his lap, letting your legs hang over his thighs.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think I would get this emotional.”

Reiner kisses your forehead, wrapping his arms around you, the warmth of his embrace clouding your head further.

“With me, you will never have to apologize for that.”

You sob into his shoulder as he rubs circles on your lower back. Eyes closed, you pull away from his shoulder. Touching your forehead to his.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

Reiner wipes your tears with his thumb, causing you to lean into his touch. You open your eyes to get a peek at him. But, to your surprise, his low lids are already staring down at you, leaving you a little taken aback. What did you expect? Of course, he’s looking. When isn’t he?

You caress his face, your palm running over his goatee and relishing in how it brushes against your skin. Your thumb runs over the creases in his nose as his hands travel to rest on your thighs. Your hands slide to the back of his head, feeling every little hair, every perfection. You breach the distance more gently than before.

This—was something different. His lips connect with yours, touching every emotion, every sensation in your body. His rough hands find a home on top of yours, holding you as close as he possibly can by your very own grasp. They brush your fingers, then your knuckles, careful to caress every mold, bone, and crease.

Reiner opts to break the kiss this time.

“Okay, seriously, we have to eat now. Even though I’m sure it’s cold.”

“I don’t mind. It's the thought that counts, cold or not.”

He gives you an extensive kiss on the cheek before releasing his hold on your waist. You release yourself from him, going back to your seat.

With a moan you dig into your first bite of food, cold or not, this shit still smacks. Reiner’s fork—which is supposed to be in his mouth—stops and he shoots you a stunned look, before bursting out into laughter.

“It’s not funny. This food is amazing,”

Reiner replies with something inaudible.

“What’d you say?”

He shoots you a wink complementing it with a kiss blowing motion. “Don’t worry about it.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes yet again. “Anyway.”

You quirk your brow. “How’d you get out of work?”

He smirks. “You could say that I have connections.”

He wiggles his eyebrows, watching you give him a disapproving look as he puts down his fork, throwing his hands up in surrender.

“I tell the truth and nothing but the truth, baby. You know I can’t lie to a woman as pretty as you.”

“Stop it.”

He mimics a bow. “Your wish is my command.”

You walk out of the bathroom wearing your yellow bikini along with a matching cover-up, and a towel slung over your shoulder. Reiner’s leaning in the doorway at the other end of the room, looking outside with his back facing you. You take this opportunity to admire him without his knowledge, you bite your lip at the sight. His biceps and arms look like Hercule’s. They’re so big, three times the size of yours. His back is smooth, and muscular with ridges without the need for flexing. Two dimples lay right above the waistband of his swim trunks and your head falls to its side as you bite your thumb. Now, this—this is a top-tier feature on him excluding his humongous boobs of course. You swear you fight demons trying to resist shoving your head into them every time you see him. It’s a mystery how he stays so buff with his busy schedule.

Your eyes roam down to his thighs that were, of course, all fucking muscle. If you weren’t in your right mind, you’re sure you’d have enough courage to ask him to squeeze your head between them.

“You know I can feel you staring at me, right?”

You jump at the sudden booming of his voice. “You’re an ass, you know that, right?”

You try to shove him to the side and walk through, but he doesn’t budge. He turns to you with a smirk. “Did you really think that was going to work on me?”

You narrow your eyes. “Obviously!”

“Oh, stop whining, I was only kidding. You know I don’t mind giving you a show.”

He winks. You roll your eyes and he dramatically claws at his heart, giving a little cough for good measure.

“Don’t be like that. You know it bruises my soul.”

You trace your nails up his bare arm, sinking them into his broad shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Now move .”

He bows, giving you space to come through.

You walk ahead of him to the couch outside, tossing your coverup on it, and jumping into the pool. But when you swim for a little, you notice Reiner is sitting on the edge, admiring you.

You come up for air, your hair drenching your already wet shoulders, cocking your head in confusion.

“You’re not getting past a few toes? I promise the water and I won't bite. Well, not yet. No promises,” you raise your voice with a wink.

Reiner leans back, his muscles flexing and legs glistening from the water’s reflection.

Sneaky bastard wants me to come to him…

You swim over to him, getting used to the chill of the water. You place your hands on the meat of his thighs while scanning your surroundings.

Wait .

That strawberry wasn’t in his hand before you swam to him nor was there a ginormous box of gold-dusted chocolate-covered strawberries. You face him and he silently taunts you, keeping his eyes on yours as he offers the uneaten strawberry.

He rests his thumb on your bottom lip, slightly dragging it down and you fight the urge to take it into your mouth.

“You want a bite, sweetheart? It would be rude of me to eat before you.”

You’re dazed as you mindlessly nod and he places it in your mouth while gripping the stem. You take the first bite of your strawberry, almost moaning from the mix of tart and sweet swirling on your tongue. You get to the stem and he pulls back, tossing the strawberry top in the box. He turns to face you again and his breath falters as you lick the smudged chocolate off your lips. You drag your thumb across your bottom, sucking off every sugary stain while looking directly into his eyes.

You reach your hand out to grab his wrist with bated breath and he pulls you closer to him, as you suck the fruit’s juices off every single one of his fingers. You push the pad of them against your tongue as you slowly coat his fingers in saliva. You let out a low moan closing your eyes as Reiner’s head lolls back. After you’re finished, you open your eyes, a little upset to see Reiner’s eyes are no longer on you.

“Why are your eyes closed, my love? I can’t look at you anymore?” you say, faintly touching his cheek.

Reiner doesn’t respond in the slightest. He only picks his head up to meet your eyes with a sensual glare. The moon shines above you, and you’re sure it only illuminates the view he’s getting. You notice goosebumps coating his skin, unsure if it’s from the water or from you… That’s when you stroke his cheek, and a crazy idea dawns on you.

You grab another strawberry and devour it, but just before it’s gone, you "accidentally" drop it smack dab in the middle of his swim trunks. Reiner's breath hitches as he watches, aching for your next move. Your wet hand plucks it from that area, letting your hand travel to grope his thigh, then his chest, and rest your head on his lap. You stop for a second, to check if his eyes are still on you.

They are.

His eyes are so low that you almost think they’re closed. You dip your head back down to nip the strawberry, letting out a soft whine once it slips through your teeth.

You earn a grunt from Reiner and he places his hand in your hair, massaging his fingers through your scalp.

"Fuck, you love teasing me, don't you?"

You swallow the last of your strawberry, grabbing another and facing him.

You go to grab a strawberry. "It's my turn to feed—.”

You trace your hand across his chest to squeeze his already hard nipple and his body shudders.

“What did I tell you about taking your eyes off me?"

He’s sensitive and God, does it only turn you on more. He moans from the feeling of you stroking his growing bulge through his swim trunks and he tries to jerk himself forward. But you stop, earning a quiet pathetic whine from his mouth.

"Such a bad one, aren't you? Who said you could use me to fuck yourself dumb?"

"I—I—Fuck!"

You caress his face with your free hand locking eyes with him.

"I know, baby. It's hard to speak right now. Can you at least look at me?” your voice lowers, “indulge my desires?"

He obliges, struggling to maintain eye contact with you.

"Good boy. Now say ‘Ahhh’.”

You push the strawberry onto the pad of his tongue, your free hand tightening its grip on his thigh. You can feel his boner from the side of your hands. Fuck , you forgot how big he is.

There’s a short list of things you were expecting from Reiner tonight, the list didn’t pertain to him devouring a strawberry at lightning speed, including the goddamn stem.

Reiner takes a second to chew, shutting his eyes at the taste. He licks all the juices from his lips.

"You are right. This is so worth it."

He goes back in and sucks the residue off your fingers, mirroring your previous action. But, he doesn't stop there.

He opens his eyes to meet yours again, clasping your arm in his hold, trailing kisses up towards your face. You bite your lip as his hands brush your back and he taps it twice, snaking his arms around you.

He lifts himself into the pool, towering over you. You take the opportunity to wrap your legs around his torso, pulling your wet warm bodies closer together. The water splashes at your movement onto the dry pool deck and Reiner’s teeth chatter and he pulls you closer, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he shivers. The quick change of tone elicits a chuckle out of you.

“Is my discomfort amusing you?”

Your shoulders shake as you try to hold in another laugh.

“Of course not.”

He drags his face to your ear.

“I can feel you moving, liar ,” he murmurs.

You tip your head forward, mouth lingering next to his ear. “ Oh no, that just won’t do. How will I ever learn my lesson?”

He removes his head from your ear, licking his lips and staring into your eyes; your breath hitches and you feel shy all over again.

His mouth hovers over your collarbone, the warmth of his breath making you yearn for him more. He sucks at the tender skin. Your hands roam the back of his head while he nips at the sensitive areas of your neck.

Reiner knows your every soft spot, where to lick and bite to make you groan. You both let out moans, melting into each other’s holds’. He continues kissing every inch of you until he reaches your chin. He pulls back to adore you, his hazel eyes now darkened. As if he’s undressing you with just his gaze—despite the fact you’re already half-naked—.

“Are you going to stand there loo—”

He cuts your snarky reply off with a heated kiss and you run your damp fingers through his hair. You two rock against each other, only the sounds of water sloshing and lewd kiss noises filling the air. As Reiner’s tongue continues to slip against yours and through your mouth, he puts his large, pillowy hands on your lower back, making his way to graze your ass; then suddenly, making his way out of the pool with you still wrapped around him.

The cold air burns your lower body and to make things worse, Reiner sets you on the dry, brittle ground.

“Wait, this'll only take a second.”

He goes to grab the pack of strawberries, but you grab his wrist, setting your hand on his chest.

You stand on your tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, “If you make me wait any longer, I might have to play with myself and make you watch. We both know how much you despise the thought of keeping your hands off me.”

With that, he hoists you over his shoulder. “You’re right, the strawberries can wait.”

Reiner slides through the door and closes the curtain behind you, sitting you on the bed and repositioning you to straddle his lap. The bed soaks up his saturated lower half, your wetness not helping the bed’s growing patch. Once you adjust to being flipped around, you apply pressure to his chest, pushing him back and grinding your crotch against his, desperate for friction against your clitoris. You both let out a groan at the gesture.

Your hands trace his naked chest, and you eventually break from him. You drive kisses down his neck, his loud yearns for you grow louder at the nipping and sucking of the sensitive flesh.

"Can you do that thing again? I really liked it,"

You come back up to his ear to whisper. "What thing? You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that."

He lets out a huff, pondering caving.

“I want you to play with my nipples again.“ Baby, fuck. I’m begging you . Please .”

You hum, lightly tapping his cheek. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He’s more sensitive than his ego would like to admit. So, you start by circling them with your finger, helping him get used to the sensation. You turn it up a little more, adding small licks and gentle sucks, causing him to buck his hips into yours and he lets out another high-pitched cry of your name.

“Fuck, you look so nice under me like that.”

His hands stay steady on your hips, forcing you down harder onto his wet clothed cock. And you remember his sultry “ Please ”. It’s good to give your fiance a little treat every now and then.

Your teeth graze his rock solid nipple with a suck, earning—not a whine—but a cry . In all your years of being together, he’s rarely this vocal. Reiner’s breathless and flushed, a sight worth framing on your wall.

He moans, getting more aggressive with his hip thrusts into you. The soaking fabric only makes the friction all the more irresistible. It’s painful, yet addicting. All you want is to rip off both your swimsuits. You’re more than wet enough for him to slip right in, and not from the pool water.

You lean beside his soft spot. “How about I reward you? Tell me, is that something you’d like?”

You lift your ass up and only graze the white sheets while hovering on his body, not daring to get any closer.

The lust dissipates in his eyes, and he shakes his head. “That’s not what I want. Tonight is supposed to be about you. ”

Your lips part as you stare at him in bewilderment. “But I want to do this.”

“I won’t enjoy it as much knowing you haven’t got off yet. Please , let me put you first.”

His eyes jump between yours, giving you a light peck and pulling back, just enough to keep looking at all of you.

Your heart beats faster at the change of tone, and you lose your balance. Just like the gentleman he is, he catches you before you could eat a fistful of his chest. Though, you wouldn't mind using his damn near unnatural rack as a break for your fall. You had to banish the possibility when his arm snaked around your waist.

Your breasts lay flush against his chest, legs lying between his as you stare at his cleavage with a smirk. You can’t hate the position. This is the closest you were getting to your fantasy. It ended up being short-lived once he put his palm on your ear, fingers outstretching into your scalp.

He places his thumb on your chin, tilting it up. He only looks at you as your eyes widen at how emotionally intimate this moment is. Usually, sex with him was to get rid of pent-up frustrations of not seeing one another for weeks or, even worse, months at a time.

It was rare for it to have so much… emotion .

The last time you had been like this was, the night he proposed and it never lost its shock factor. It always made your knees weak.

Everything he did left you breathless. But nothing could compare to the way he strips you of your facades and sturdy walls every single time he gazed so deeply into your eyes, into your soul. You could be naked and it would feel like he’s looking at the way your blood pumps through your heart valves. It always leaves you speechless, leaving only your eyes to speak for you.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, I just spaced for a second.”

He smiles and nods.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, but… What do you have in mind?”

“Come sit on my face and find out.”

You waste no time slipping off the bed to get your drenched bikini bottoms off. You’re so worried about removing your clothes you don’t notice Reiner moved to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Come here,” he says, wiggling his finger at a scarily slow pace.

Once you reach his body, he adjusts your face towards his and his eyes admire every inch of you.

There he goes with that look.

He's not just looking at you, he’s looking at you. His stare is so intent that you’d think that there’s something more on your body, something past the flesh like a funky tattoo with an ex-boyfriend's name. He meets your eyes again as his hand lies on your cheek. You do the same, sliding your thumb from his cupid's bow to the corner of his mouth. He kisses the palm of your hand, refusing to take his eyes off you.

“God, you’re so—You're just so enthralling. Everything that you do entices me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of my fiancee.”

You smile with glossy eyes and lean in and he takes it upon himself to kiss your cheek. He pulls back and looks at you once more, leaning closer until the tips of your noses. Your eyes flutter closed. “Even when you’re mad at me or if I mess up?”

“Oh, baby. Especially then.”

He leans into you, making one of your fat tears fall onto his face.

“If I can’t love you when shit hits the fan, then I shouldn’t love you at all. Those moments are the ones where you need my love the most.”

He continues, “I know we both may forget along the way when it gets tough, but that’s an accident we can’t afford to make because that’s when our love matters most. Without purpose or a clear reason, we won’t survive the hard times…I love you today, and I’ll love you tomorrow and the days after that. Even when I’m angry or when you make a mistake or even if you’re not directly next to me. And if you need more confirmation, I’ll say it again until you believe what I’m saying.”

You’re already full-on sobbing as he finishes. Thank the heavens there’s no snot, though.

You let out a dry laugh. “Watch that potty mouth when you're talking to your future wife.”

He chuckles, trying to wipe your tears. Your chest heaves, lungs blistering as you let out another sob from your heart feeling so full.

“I’m sorry.”

Instead of trying to wipe your tears this time, he opts for the latter and wraps his arms around you.

“Please stop apologizing for that, my love. I’d never made fun of you after saying that I’d love you despite your flaws,” he coos.

You let out a gentle laugh, and your tears finally slow.

“Sorry for getting you so wet. I know that’s not how you wanted that to happen tonight.”

He cups your face with his hands.

“The only thing I want is you with me. You know you can cry on me anytime, sweetheart.”

He embraces you for a moment and you relax in his huge arms. Appreciating the faint smell of chlorine along with his natural scent. After soaking it up you untangle yourself from his face, wiping your excess tears.

“Can I cash in that face sit card now?”

He wiggles his left brow and grins. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Another quick question. When are you going to let me motorboat your boobs? They’re really distracting and sleeping on them is not nearly—”

He yanks you forward, gaining a small yelp from you.

He breathes in your ear. “Don’t call them boobs, and please , just cash in the card already.”

You trace your hand down his abs, grazing the waistband of his swim trunks.

“Only if you take off those… obscenely annoying shorts.”

“I’m at your disposal.”

You step back and he does as asked at lightning speed. He slides the saturated fabric off and his girthy penis slaps his chiseled abdomen. You bite your thumb, eyes stuck to the sheen of his cock like glue as he lays back, waiting for you to follow. You place your hands on the mattress for support as you hover over his face. Reiner grasps the inner fat of your thighs to keep you in place.

“Grab the headboard.”

You mutter out a quick, ‘okay’ and grip the plush headboard when his nose brushes your clit. You try to stifle your moan, but it comes out louder than you expected, faster than you could stop it.

“ Ahh - do you want me to hover or…? I know you always say sit, but I don’t have any intention of killing you today, and especially not like this.”

He raises a brow.

“I’ll be fine. Sit .”

You gulp at his tone and your eyes widen at the way his eyes bore into yours.

“Yes, sir.”

You’re given no time to get your collect yourself as he takes a painfully slow lick across your pulsating sex. His hot tongue slides from your bundle of nerves, slipping inside your hole and out again. You rock your hips against his face and he grunts at the sudden harshness, leaning his head back.

“I almost forgot how addictive you are.”

You turn your head.

“Jesus… And I forgot how blunt you are when you’re like this.”

He pinches your thigh and you jump down a little, yelping as he studies your figure yet again.

“You think you want to add the sass while looking at me? Or are you too scared?”

You whip your head towards him hearing his challenge.

“Scared? That word isn’t even in my vocabulary. Get to work, pretty boy!”

He winks. “As you wish.”

He runs one of his hands to your hip and uses the one residing in the inner fat of your thigh to pull you over him. You—finally—sit on his face with the—not so useful—help of your hand on the headboard while the other clutches his hair for control. He wastes no time rubbing your labia with the flat of his drenched tongue. You involuntarily grind downward, allowing soft moans to slip from your lips.

Reiner inches his way to your clitoris, giving it a seemingly mischievous suck, and you throw your head back—this time—letting out a high-pitched cry of curse words.

“ Shit , you’re doing so good.”

His hold on you tightens at the praise as he groans into you, sending vibrations into your seeping cunt. He continues the same rhythm without fail; toying with every part of your vagina. His tongue travels through every inch, stimulates every nerve, and swallows every juice. But it's the same, the same touch, the same feeling after another. You need…

“Ri, more,” you mumble.

He pulls his face back while massaging your folds. When you look at him, the sight almost makes you want to smash your pussy on his face and ride him until he can't breathe anymore. But you resisted—even with the way your pre cum glistened on half his face.

Had you done that?

The sensations, the scenery, it's all almost unbearable. Keyword, almost. But, God , did you want to ride the fuck out of that enormous nose of his.

“What’d you say, baby? I didn’t hear you down here.”

He smirks, giving you slow rubs with his fingertips.

“I— Fuck ! I need more.”

“What do you mean by that? I swore I was doing so well .”

“You are. I just need a little more than your… mouth.”

He raises an eyebrow at the last word. A hint of something dark returns to his eyes before he speaks again.

“Oh… Did you mean… something like this?”

He glides his index and ring finger into your dripping sex, jerking them in waves while using his thumb to massage your clit.

You gasp. “ Ah- Shit ! Yeah, that’s it,”

Reiner uses his free hand to position you over his face by your hips. He takes his thumb off your clit, sucking on it again with his warm mouth. It earns a hard tug of his hair and he grunts into you, causing you to grind on his face, harder and faster this time.

You swore you were going to lose all control when his nose contacted your aching clit, but with the way that he’s working, it feels like he’s begging for your buildup to burst. Intentional or not, it’s working, and with the aid of his fingers massaging your pouring walls, you’re sure the knot would unravel soon.

You’re ripped from your building arousal when Reiner nuzzles his nose slightly above your clitoris, not bothering to give it a nudge, or anything you could work with.

“Ri… I need- Fuck ! Nose. Lower. Baby, please,” you whimper.

He hums in approval of your command and obeys without hesitation. The vibrations and his eagerness to listen surges you forward. You lose your balance a little, your boobs droop over Reiner’s face. The headboard definitely isn’t giving you the stability you need.

You lean back and grip around his thighs, shifting with every motion of his mouth making your hand accidentally brush his dick. Fully erect and oozing with pre-cum from the mere sound of him pleasuring you. When you finally get a firm grasp on his thighs for support, you begin spasming on his face, and your legs are strained from the muscles contracting over and over.

Your grip tightens on his hair and he groans into you, the vibrations push you farther than an orgasm, and that’s when you ejaculate all over him. But this isn't over for you, you still have to ride out your high.

You slur out a string of unmemorable words, too fucked drunk to think of what you’re saying, but Reiner gets it, of course, he does. Instead of using his nose, he quite literally sucks the high out of you through your clit. You pant, moan, and cry as the rest of your cum leaks out in small waves.

Won’t stop, fuck.

Your soul leaves your body and your head lolls back with your mouth wide open as you let out pants that give you extreme cottonmouth. The convulsions and mindless words slipping out of your mouth finally stop.

You use all the strength you have left to hoist yourself over to his side and catch your breath. When you come back down to earth, you feel your legs are damp all over and your hands can't seem to stay still. You turn to face Reiner and you're met with a grin.

You smile back at him and smack his chest playfully. “Wipe that look off your face. You look like a gremlin”

He lets out a boisterous laugh, but his grin doesn’t falter.

“I’m not wiping anything off my face unless it’s with my lips,” he says, his eyes flicking to your lips.

“Oh? You wanna bet?”

“Yea, I do! Unless there’s something you have that’ll fix the problem. We could always go for round two and see whose name you’re screaming next.”

“I don’t recall…”

You bite your lip, “Maybe you should remind me.”

He pounces at your words and you let out a squeal at the sudden weight. He gives you a love bite on your neck, and you giggle at the feeling, but a squeeze at your side makes you squirm.

“Stop this instant! This is not what I meant!”

“Be more specific next time! Now you have to suffer my wrath!” he says before nipping your earlobe harder than necessary.

You try to wiggle out of his touch, but his grasp only tightens. You won’t be able to get out of his grasp by force, so you use a different tactic. Somehow, you snake your hand around his cock stroking it soft enough for him to involuntarily thrust it into your hand. He doesn’t say anything or stop to acknowledge your efforts, though. Once you swipe the leaking head with your thumb he speaks up probably quieter than he intended to.

“You’re so damn naughty. And here I was, trying to have a moment. Women truly only want one thing.”

That mischievous look in his eyes stares into yours once more, and a shiver runs down your spine.

“I guess I’ve kept you waiting too long. What do you say we play a little game that’ll help us both?”

Your breath hitches as he leans in, your noses grazing against one another, and your eyes close in anticipation. But you’re met with nothing but a hot breath, not even a lip graze.

“I’ll indulge you. But only if you allow me to give you a rule or two, yeah?”

“Ri, I’ll—I’ll give you anything you want. Just please, kiss me.”

“How bad?”

Your brows furrow and your eyes shoot open when he pulls back. You whimper at the sudden loss of facial warmth.

“I’m going to need a little more than sounds. Use your words— Tell me how bad you need me .”

“It hurts… I want you so bad that I need more, even though you were just tongue deep. Your fingers and mouth weren’t enough. I need you inside me, I- I need to feel you inside me. Nobody else makes me feel the way you do.”

He lowers himself back into the same position he was in seconds ago. “Nobody, huh? I absolutely adore the praise, my love,” he purrs.

Reiner tilts his head, licking his lips and you feel his breath fan. You stare through hooded eyes as you wait for him to close the distance. He gives a gentle lick to your bottom lip before biting it into his mouth and you groan. The taste of your slick slipping onto your tongue makes you restless.

You smash your lips onto his, too greedy to care about the consequences. Your insatiable hunger for him makes you whimper into his mouth and your lips envelop one another. Reiner reads your mind, somehow knowing that you want more.

He snakes his arms underneath your back and flips you over like you weigh next to nothing. You let out a mewl as his precum slathers against your clit, mixing with your release, his dick brushing against your clit. He bucks his hips forward with another groan and your breath falters, a fog washing over you, actions now guided by your burning desire. Reiner pulls back, breathless and hot all over as a string of saliva connects the two of you.

You look at him, panting and chest heaving. Reiner stares at you with blown-out pupils and puffy red lips that glisten with your combined saliva. His eyes hunt yours and you lay your head on his shoulder, gaze entirely too intense for you to keep. He strokes your back with the pads of his thumbs as you both calm down and muster the courage to lock eyes again.

There’s no sign of smugness in his face this time, only lust glossing over him as you embrace one another, staring into each other’s eyes. The moment is ruined by Reiner piercing through the dead silence.

“Condom or raw,” he asks.

“Raw, I want to feel you. Please don’t move.”

“So needy .”

He smirks while biting his lip, flickering his gaze from your eyes to your plump lips and back up to your eyes again.

You scoff. “Says the person who practically begged me to touch his boobs.”

“Stop calling them boobs! And if I remember correctly, you begged without hesitation. If you wanted me to touch yours, you could have just said that.”

He directs his eyes to your nipples, already protruding from arousal. Reiner studies you, a vexing glint smothered on his face again. His cold thumb brushes across your nipple and you let out a gasp, squeezing your eyes shut.

“You’re still so sensitive. And all this just for me? I'm flattered.”

He rolls your nipple between his fingers and a shock wave strikes through your core. You buck your hips forward and clench around nothing, letting out a pathetic cry.

“ Gah - Stop teasing and fuck me already.”

He brings his mouth to your ear and whispers, “Watch your mouth when you're talking to your husband.”

You push him back down, looking him dead in the eyes.

“And why should I?”

“You wanna get fucked, right?”

Reiner doesn't wait for your response and tilts his head. “I’ll make this short since you’re getting so needy. I was going to give you more than one rule, but I’ll go easy on you and settle for one request.”

He doesn't finish his thought, and you huff. You grip his shoulder with superhuman strength as he pinches your nipple again. This time you grind on his dick, hard , groaning right into his mouth. He watches you struggle underneath him, amused with the state he’s reduced you to.

“What is it? You’re teasing again,” you breathe through your teeth.

He chuckles and runs a finger down your spine while using his other hand to support your chin.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he pushes his face closer to your ear, ghosting over it, “That’s it, it’s just that simple.”

He flicks your ear with his nose. “Think you can do that for me, yeah?” he whispers.

Your eyes widen, a chill running through your entire body.

Can you do that for him?

He brings his attention back to your face and his eyes leap between your glistening two. He's smiling at you with that look that makes you feel naked again. You’re stuck in his trance until you notice his expression changed. His blond eyelashes flutter as he blinks at you. Your brows furrow.

“What? Is there something on my face?”

He giggles. “You’re cute, but no.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m looking at you like that because you just begged me to mash up your guts, and you ignored my question.”

“Oh,”

“Yea, oh . You weren't even paying attention to me.”

He scoffs and turns his head. “Hmph.”

“Hey.”

You grip his face in an attempt to bring his gaze back to you. You’re using all the strength you can muster from your arms to your shoulders as you let out long grunts. Although, his brawn proves to be too much for you as sweat beads in the creases of your forehead for all the wrong reasons.

Reiner seemingly gives up, turning his head back to yours. You freeze, not expecting him to give up so soon and your face warms from the workout. Your hands haven’t moved, still lying on his smiling face. You wish you had the audacity to feel embarrassed but with the way that the Reiner’s mouth curls and tightens at the seams, you can’t help but laugh.

Your voices permeate the room as you hold one another, eyes and cheeks hurting from laughing so hard.

“I was trying to hold it in but you look absolutely ridiculous.”

“I’m paying attention now. Say it again.”

He pecks you and embraces you with the warmth of his nude body.

“I said, ‘Are you ready?’.”

You nod, spreading your legs for him to slip into your slick, wet pussy. He aligns the tip of his wet cock with your entrance and he pushes against your soaked hole, only to stop before it fully enters. He plays with your entrance, meshing your cum together eliciting a whine from you. You gasp and let out a breathless fuck .

You attempt to beat him at his own game, riding the tip of his cock. Reiner pushes past your creaming cunt, attempting to slide into you.

You clench every time, anticipating how much he’s about to stretch you out. You feel him tap your hip, grasping your attention from the high you got lost in.

“I can’t feel all of you if you don’t relax. You want to feel good, right?”

You hum as your eyes close to his soothing voice. “Already feels good, Ri. Would stay here forever if I could.”

Reiner’s hand on your back falls and his head rolls back. “Fuck. I- Jesus- You’ll feel even better if you relax.”

He lifts his hand to your face again.

You whisper out a quick word of assurance, taking a deep breath, and relaxing your shoulders. He slowly pushes the rest of himself into you, bottoming out as your back arches from the fullness.

“You’re so gorgeous taking me in like that,” he grunts.

Your walls clench and you mindlessly grind your hips into his. “You’re so hot when you talk like that.

You start slow to grind onto his dick each time you come down, it brushes your g-spot and the thick veins chafe your walls. Your mouth hangs open from every breathy moan as you fuck yourself dumb riding every sensation on Reiner’s cock. You’re too focused on your pleasure to hear the Reiner’s moans increasing in volume until he whimpered into your neck, stimulating a now purple hickey he left earlier. The slight pain on your neck and the pleasure from overstimulation makes you moan. Your head falls back, and the pressure builds up.

“Thought you wanted me to look at you the whole time.”

“You sure do have a mouth on you, for somebody who couldn’t even look at me during dinner.”

His teeth sink into your neck harder this time, letting out a moan that skims the line of ecstasy and pain. You gut your hips against him, accelerating your movements.

“Flip,” he demands.

You gulp at the coldness in his voice.

You do as you're told, and he repositions himself on top of you, looking into your eyes as he slams himself into you. The man that rubbed on your back to comfort you, seconds ago is long gone.

It honestly surprised you how long it took him to give you what you've been waiting for. You thought the nipple remark or even the pool situation would have snapped the thread. But with how he’s drilling into you without restraint was more than worth the wait.

“Fuck, you can be such a brat sometimes, you know that?”

You don’t reply, only moaning and rolling your head to the side.

“When I asked, I didn’t mean to reply to your actions.”

Reiner forces your face to his again.

“ Keep your eyes on me . I don’t want to miss how pretty you look when you cum a second time.”

Your eyes roll back and his fingers connect with your sensitive skin, jerking you down onto him.

“Grab on,” he commands.

You swing your legs over his abdomen and dig your heels into his back when he reaches a rapid speed. The pace is almost, too fast, too much . Nonetheless, you fucked him back; squishing a mixture of both your cum and sweat onto innocent bystander furniture. You start to lose control of your breathing with your approaching orgasm, panting in his ear and clinging closer to his body

“You like it better this way, don’t you, slut?”

You let out a cry. “ Fuck ! Yes!”

“Atta girl! You just earned yourself a reward.”

He removes his hand from your hip and gives your nipple a hard pinch, rolling it between his fingers ever so slowly. A surge of pleasure shoots right to your clit and your thighs convulse under him. Your arms flail at the mixed sensation and Reiner lifts himself a little more to intertwine his hand with yours.

“You don’t know how much I missed you… These past few months without you have been hell. It’s so tiring–all the flights without a healthy rest time… And don’t get me started on all the birthdays I miss. But most of all I missed–”

A thrust interrupts his profession. You both fall into each other, hot, sweaty, and so so fucked out.

“–my beautiful fiancee,”

His breath ghosts your ear once again and you're in a familiar position with him hovering over you. “But you wanna know what hurts the most, baby? I get to see the most beautiful locations, with people I don’t even care about. God , I wish you could have seen Paris. It was almost as gorgeous as you… Promise me you’ll let me take you one day.”

By the time he asks for the promise, you’re almost at your climax. You whine a long line of yesses.

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” you whimper.

He massages your clit with his thumb slowly, giving himself enough time to kiss you. When he breaks the kiss, he looks at you one more time before uttering his last words.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Cum all over me. Let me see you unravel for me.”

That was it for you.

Reiner doesn’t take his eyes off you even though yours sprawl backward. He admires all your reactions, the way that you need him to keep you up straight as you cum. He’s mesmerized.

His rhythm is impeccable. You’ll give him credit there. But there’s always going to be something about his voice and how he professes, how he cares that sends you over the edge. He never missed a chance to make the day as special as he could, for you both, but for you especially. You could never ask for no–you could never be blessed with someone else so perfect for you in every way; your unfortunate work schedules were just minor bumps in the road. Despite them, you love your fiance, no matter how many countries away he may be next week.

You cream on his dick as he fucks you through your high while you let out incomprehensible words, not having an ounce of control over what flies from your mouth. You could have told him you wanted a baby and you would have never known. That’s how fucking good it is.

Your facial expressions must have neared him toward his final push because that’s when his damn near flawless rhythm breaks. But you said you’d to get him back for his teasing, so you teased him one last time.

“I bet you wanna cum real bad. It’s okay, I won’t mind.”

“Cum in me, Ri. I want every drop. I don’t care if it spills when you pull out.”

Reiner’s useless for words, let alone good for being in any way vocal at this point. He only lets out shaggy breaths as he paints your walls white. You feel him filling you up by the second, the grith of his dick now enveloped in thick semen; all inside of you. It’s clear it's been some time since he’s gotten off. You wonder… How long has it been? Has he waited for you all this time? God, you’re fuller than full. He gives you a final long stroke and you moan simultaneously.

You lay on top of each other's eyes while your chests rise and fall. The reality of your situation begins to dawn on you as the room's true temperature cools you down. The breeze is more evident as your sweat beads cool, making you shiver as they irregulate the temperature of your hot body. He pulls out slowly, his ejaculation trickling out of you like spilled milk. You’re soon flipped on your side.

“You okay?”

He rubs circles on the back of your hand.

“Yes, just hot… and sticky.”

“You should have said something sooner. But it’s okay. I’ll get it . ”

You watch him get up, half expecting him to go to the bathroom, but when he repositions his face between your legs with yet another grin, you finally get it . He holds eye contact with you while he lowers himself to your entrance gushing a signature mixture of you both. You let out a sigh when he licks all of it up like a lapdog.

When he comes up, he licks the corner of his mouth. “I love the way that we taste.”

You can’t hold his gaze after that, turning your head as Reiner goes to the bathroom. He brings back a wet rag in hand and cleans you, getting the excess cum off. Without a word he picks you up, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. He finishes cleaning you up while showering you with kisses. Once he’s done, you turn your head to give him a quick kiss, your hands clasped around his neck, pulling him in closer to you. You rub your thumbs across his cheek with a soft smile adorning your features. He smiles back at you.

“Did you mean what you said about Paris?”

“Yes.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “I actually wanted that to be our honeymoon…”

He bites his lip. “I didn’t want it to come out that way and I actually made an entire presentation. I contemplated getting gifts too. But, I don’t know, I thought you would think it’s cliche since you’ve literally been around the world for a—”

You put a finger over his mouth, cutting him out.

“You worry too much. I’d love to go anywhere with you, anytime. As long as our schedules allow it. ”

“And if they don’t?”

“Then we’ll quit our jobs and run away to France.”

He lets out a sigh and buries his head into your shoulder.

“In a perfect world,” he mumbles.

You laugh at how cute an enormous man who’s taking up over half the tub at the moment could be. He wraps his arms around your stomach before giving you a soft bite on your neck.

“No! I can’t go another round. I need to walk tomorrow!”

You try to get out of his grasp, but he only holds you against him tighter.

“Let go of me, ogre!”

He lets out a snort. “Try to be more creative next time, mean nicknames are not your best asset!”

“Whatever. Can we hurry? I want you to carry me to bed. ”

“Why would I do that after you treated me so meanly?”

You turn your head. “You’ll do it because you love me more than anything.”

He hums and gives your cheek a lingering kiss. “Now I can’t say no. You know you’re my weak spot.”

“It’s okay my love, you are too.” You fall into him, letting your shoulders relax as he smiles, nuzzling his face into your neck again.

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