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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 (𝟏𝟖+)

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[ PAIRING ] Femboy!Eren Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Happy birthday to my favorite little shit. I was greatly inspired by this fan art of Eren. (yes this is a repost) [ SYNOPSIS ] It's your boyfriend's birthday and you decide to spoil him with an impromptu trip to a luxury department store. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.6k [ CONTENT ] Eren's dominant but not a dom, y/n doesn't come and she's cool with it, this is a world where Eren's beefy body can fit into designer dresses [idk sizes are more inclusive]), exhibitionism, you fuck around in a dressing room, ass eating (m receiving), oral sex (m receiving), jerking off, facefucking, drool, cum, you're like so in love with him lmao, Eren calls you babe, clothes sharing is mentioned, not beta'd.

You stood in front of the department store, eyes wandering the sinewy, otherworldly mannequins. They were draped in the finest of fashions, every cloth and bauble en vogue. It was clothing that exuded pure, unadulterated affluence. Each nightmarish figure purred, “My morals have decayed to the point of no return. Yours are on their way. Buy this fucking skirt.”

“Look at that one,” Eren said, eyes full of stars.

He was pointing at a navy blue taffeta dress with ruffles and a tent-like shape.

“I saw it on Diet Prada’s Instagram. I have to have it. Or, fuck, at least try it on.”

It was your boyfriend’s birthday. You had taken him out to a fancy dinner, the best omakase in the city. It cost you an arm and a leg, but luckily you anticipated dropping some money. Eren so rarely asked for anything, and if he did it was usually little things like a back rub or braiding his luscious chocolate-colored locks.

“Blue does always look so good on you,” you beamed.

He turned to you, his face a boyish yet unsure smile.

“Yeah?”

“No, I’m lying. You’d look like shit in it,” you snickered. “C’mon. If you end up liking it, I’ll buy it for you.”

“Babe, no. It’s probably like a million dollars. You’re not my sugar mama.”

“I just paid off my credit card. I think I can buy my beautiful boytoy a little dress.”

“Boytoy?” he questioned, eyes narrowed.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said, grabbing his wrist. “Let’s go.”

You dragged him into the department store and walked right up to the lone sales associate. You described the dress like an absolute philistine. The associate was kind enough and able to make sense of your stilted description. Eren stood behind you, resting his head on top of yours. The associate looked him up and down, and went to grab the dress in his size.

“Are you interested in anything else? I can prep a dressing room for you,” she said, walking away.

“That’d be great,” Eren answered. He turned his attention towards you. “Let’s look around. Maybe I’ll find something even better.”

The both of you set off and searched the store high and low for dresses that fit Eren’s style. His was rather eclectic and hard to pin down, but he had a clear vision in his head of what it was. And whatever it was, it worked. He consistently served looks. Along with the navy taffeta dress, he found a ruffled, floral print mini dress and a white silk dress. You couldn’t wait to see them on him.

The associate led you to the dressing room. Eren handed her the dresses that had been draped over his arm and she hung them up carefully.

“Is it okay if I go in there with him?”

The associate gave you a quizzical look but ultimately said it was fine.

Once inside Eren immediately stripped down to a black, lacy bikini cut panty. You gazed at his chiseled body, your eyes lingering on his abdominals. They were begging to be licked.

“Hand me the Kika Vargas one.”

“The what?”

He giggled. “The navy one. The one that’ll make me look like a cupcake.”

You handed him the dress. He unbuttoned the front and slipped his arms in the sleeves.

“Help me button it.”

You were more than happy to assist him. You ran your hands down the front of the dress, relishing in the sleek softness of the quilted cotton. Your thumb brushed up against his nipple, leaving it erect in your wake. Eren’s cheeks turned a little pink. You smiled and began buttoning. Once you were finished you stepped back and admired him.

“Is it too much? Do I look like a babydoll?”

He looked down at the dress and adjusted the frills on the bib.

You tapped your index finger against your lips, deep in thought.

“Give me a twirl.”

He laughed and did a little spin. The dress fluttered about stunningly, giving you a peek of his ass.

“Nice,” you said before biting your bottom lip.

“This would be cute for brunch, right? Grocery shopping? Visiting your family?”

You guffawed. Your family had no idea Eren was so in touch with his feminine side. He wore tamer looks around them. His go to look being fitted slacks with a haphazardly tucked in hibiscus print button down paired with some patent leather loafers.

“Yeah, that’d go over well.”

“You’re right. I should wear something more revealing. Like this.”

He held out the next dress: a flouncy short number covered in purple and pink flowers with green leaves and blue accents. The fabric seemed to shimmer under the harsh lights of the dressing room. Much like the previous dress it was ruffled though it was more fitted with a smocked waist.

You helped Eren out of the navy one and into the new dress. He lifted his arms and you pulled it over his head and down his body. It showed off his physique, accenting every muscle.

“Hm. I can see your underwear through it.”

“Shit. They are black, aren’t they? Well fuck it,” he sighed, yanking his underwear down and handing them to you.

You folded them up and tucked them into your bag.

“Alright. How we lookin’ now?” he asked.

“Like your dick is poking out.”

Eren glanced down at the hem of the dress and was greeted by the tip of his semi-hard cock.

“You know you love it,” he said with a devilish tone.

You rolled your eyes and then let them linger on his broad shoulders. The soft cotton material looked impeccable around them. The pastels looked perfect up against his tanned, olive complexion. Eren adjusted his top knot, the movement pulling you from your trance.

“Next,” he said plainly.

You lifted the dress off of his body and tried not to stare too hard at his nude form. It took so much out of you to not grab his cock and give it a little tug. You turned to grab the final dress: a white one, somewhat in between the two previous dresses in terms of coverage. It was short like the others, but a bit more subdued. You untied the back of the dress and handed it to him.

“I already feel like this is the one.”

You sighed, staring at the price tag. “Of course you do. It’s the most expensive one.”

“I’ll cover half,” he said, putting it on.

“Fuck no! It’s your birthday present. You can’t pay for half of it.”

“You already spent who knows how much on sushi. Though if you want to dole out…” He paused and examined the tag himself before swallowing hard. “$1,340.”

Your jaw dropped. You had never spent that much on any item of clothing.

“Eren… We can’t afford that.”

He turned around and asked you to tie the back of the dress, seemingly ignoring your concern.

“Let’s just see how it looks on me and then we can put it back. It’s kinda exciting to have something so pricey on.”

“Exciting? I feel like I’m going to be sick. This is absurd.”

You were pained to see Eren’s statuesque back looked absolutely gorgeous in the dress. He looked angelic. The ruffles were ethereal. The way they fluttered about was beyond eye catching. They demanded attention. You could only imagine how lovely the front of him looked.

As you tied the dress, you let your hands graze his spine. He shivered and gave a concerned look over his shoulder.

“Your hands are cold.”

“My bad,” you said, fixing the bow you crafted. “Alright. You already know what I’m going to ask.”

He gave a smug grin and did a twirl, lifting the hem of the dress a little so you’d get an even better look at his erect cock and cute ass. You nearly drooled at the sight of his cock prodding the silk fabric as it settled.

“My eyes are up here,” he joked.

“I know. Your dick is more interesting though.”

He looked down and blushed.

“You gonna do somethin’ about it?” he asked coyly.

“I’d like to, but what if someone hears us?”

“There’s basically no one here, babe. Don’t worry about it.”

He grabbed your wrist and held it to his clothed cock.

“You know you want it,” he purred.

Eren was right. You did want him, you wanted him so fucking bad. He looked like an angel that was cast out of heaven for being too depraved. His cock throbbed in your hand, heat radiating from the shaft. It was begging to be in your mouth.

“Do you want me on my knees?” You asked.

He thought for a moment before smirking. “Yeah, but not for the reason you’re thinking.”

You got on your knees and asked, “What are you going to make me do?”

He turned his back and arched it, before flipping the dress revealing his taut cheeks. He spread them apart, revealing his puckered hole.

“Eat it,” he demanded. “It’s my birthday, remember?”

“I know it’s your birthday,” you seethed, pushing his hands out of the way.

You gripped his ass, digging your fingers into the tender flesh. A low groan freed itself from his lips. It was enough to get you throbbing. You licked your lips and spread his cheeks before encircling his hole with the tip of your tongue.

“Don’t worry. I’m clean. I douched before we left.”

“Oh so you were planning on me doing this?” you asked, giving his right cheek a small kiss.

“Mhm. Not in a Saks Fifth Avenue though. That’s an added bonus.”

“I’m sure it is,” you said before burying your face in his ass.

You lapped at his hole, relishing in slight grunts he let out.

“Fu—fuck,” he moaned. “Jerk me off. Now.”

You felt around for Eren’s hard cock, gripping it once you found it under the silken fabric. You rubbed the tip of it with your thumb, playing with the precum it wept.

“Babe, that feels so good,” he choked out as you squeezed his balls.

You hummed and continued to prod his hole with your tongue. His moans grew louder by the second sending you into a pit of anxiety.

“Eren, hush.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not on my birthday.”

He had a point. It was his birthday and if he desired so badly to get kicked out of a luxury department store, you had no choice but to go along with his dastardly plan. You began to slurp, hungry for his hole. You were messy; your drool dripped down his ass and gathered at his balls.

“Kiss it.”

You did as you were told, sloppily kissing and tonguing his hole. A pitchy whine fell from his lips as you squeezed his cocktip. He began to rut against your hand, forcing it through your fist. He leaned forward, using the mirror for balance.

“Fuck,” he whined, hanging his head. “Feels s—so good.”

The amount of pride you felt was insurmountable. No language of this earth could articulate the heights of your elation. It was transcendent to hear his moans and heed his commands. You loved making him feel good, making him feel loved. In the end that’s what truly mattered.

“W—wanna come in yo—your mouth,” he stammered.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, immediately thankful you had a bottle of hand sanitizer tucked away in your bag. Eren quickly turned around and lifted the dress, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you close. He didn’t hesitate to shove his cock in your mouth, panting and moaning the entire time. You knew the sales associate was hearing everything. Leaving the dressing room was going to be shameful. You should’ve just died in the confined space, never confronting the kind woman who decided to humor a couple of weirdos like yourselves.

“Why aren’t you fingering me?” he gasped while thrusting.

You pulled his cock out of your mouth and licked index and middle finger, a pathetic attempt at lubrication. Eren didn’t seem to mind and shoved his cock back in your warm, soft mouth.

“What’s the hold up?” he said, clenching his jaw.

You slid your fingers into Eren’s ass, prodding the tight walls before finding his prostate.

“Fuck!” he yelped.

He grabbed ahold of your head and pounded his cock into your mouth, panting like a dog. You continued to finger his prostate. It didn’t take long for cum to start trickling out of his slit.

“D—don’t st—top.”

He grunted as a steady stream of milky, white cum flooded your mouth. You happily swallowed every last drop as he bucked his hips a couple more times. He dropped his hands and you let go of his cock. You looked up at him. He appeared as if he was in a daze, finding some sort of comfort in the high ceiling.

“Happy fucking birthday, pretty boy.”

Your comment seems to bring him back down to your level. He patted your head and smiled.

“This might be the best one yet.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “One problem though. There is a large splotch of cum on this dress so we’re gonna have to buy it.”

You felt like you were going to vomit and shit and faint all at once.

“Eren… I… Eren! We can’t afford this!”

“I said I’d pay for half, remember?”

“But!”

“Quiet.”

“Oh now you want to be quiet. Now it’s quiet time. Great. Why couldn’t that have been, oh, I don’t know, when you were moaning like whore.”

He smirked. He always looked so handsome when he set forth a smug expression. It irked you to no end.

“How about this. I’ll pay for the dress. I have my dad’s credit card and he won’t say shit about it because I’m the golden child, which is fucked up but I don’t think it’s wrong to use it to my advantage.”

He was right. Grisha wouldn’t even notice. He made great money as a neurosurgeon.

“Okay. Not a bad idea.”

“Untie this,” he said, turning around. “But I do have a request. The navy blue dress. The one that makes me look like a creepy doll. I want that one.”

“And how much was that?” you asked, rubbing hand sanitizer all over your hands.

“I don’t know. Less than half the price of the one I came all over.”

You untied the dress and said, “Alright so still outrageous, but fuck it. It’s your birthday.”

“I think the navy one might even fit you,” he said, grinning. “You have to try it on.”

You told Eren you’d try it on at home. He looked rather dejected as he got dressed. But ultimately accepted your choice. As you left the dressing room the sales associate was standing by the register which thankfully wasn’t incredibly close to the dressing rooms.

“I see you chose two!” she exclaimed with a plastered grin.

“Yup,” you said, handing her the navy dress.

She quickly rang you up and you only felt slightly disgusted at yourself for dropping that kind of money on a dress. Though Eren had a point. You could have joint custody of that taffeta dolly dress. Plus he adored it and making him happy was the goal when it came to his birthdays.

“And the oth—”

Eren blushed and held the dress close to his chest. He tore the tag off and wordlessly handed it to her. Her practiced cheery grin morphed into a more nervous, mildly disturbed one. You hoped none of the stains were visible. Once Eren paid you both scurried out of the store, certain you’d never return to such a place.

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