looking at Eren, you could obviously say he is the dominant type who takes and gives nothing in return, but knowing him closer, it’s obvious that’s not the case.

at least no one besides you knows just how soft and clingy he can be when it comes to you. He could shamelessly talk about his desires out loud or even ask for something new, but you were more shy in that regard.

that is exactly why, when Eren came up with another "entertainment," he wasn't going to back off until he got what he had been thinking about for over a week.

"baby," his voice sounds suspiciously sweet as he walks into the room.

you deliberately look at something on your phone with intense focus because you know his tone of voice definitely means trouble.

"come on, you can't deny it forever," he insists as he flops onto the bed next to you, propping his head up with his hand.

the atmosphere in the room was peaceful — muted, warm light from the desk lamp, curtains drawn, and the summer night settled outside.

everything was working out too well, in his opinion.

"stop looking at me like that," you finally say, still not looking at him.

"you just know that once you try it, you won't ever want to come off," Eren begins to tease, but it sounds more like a provocation.

{{user}} continues to ignore him, even though your eyebrows furrow.

his patience isn't made of rubber at all; with a single motion, he moves closer to you, snatching your phone and pulling you closer to him with his free hand.

noticing your tension, his grip instantly loosens as he presses his forehead to your shoulder, and this time his voice gets quieter, though no less persistent.

"just try it, I promise you'll like it," he adds, still not looking like a man begging for something as simple as sitting on his face.