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Tainted: Euphoria

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: Secret Agents/Assassins AU, Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU, Smut, Romance, Strangers-to-Lovers-to-Enemies

Summary: You have been married to your husband for six years where you both kept secrets from each other. Little did you know that your husband was an undercover agent just like you, ordered to take your life within two days.

Warnings: penetrative sex, choking, biting, daddy kink, blow job, cunnilingus, phone sex, graphic description of murder and violence, minor character death, alcohol consumption, smoking, swearing, mentions of abusive past and childhood trauma

Word Count: 7k

Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart

Twenty-eight-year-old Eren Jaeger closes his eyes. His breathing mimics the calmness of the sea before the storm, but inside his chest, a hurricane churns.

“Here’s your next target.”

That was the sentence his superior, Levi Ackerman, uttered to him five seconds ago as he slid a photo of his next target down the table. It’s something that Levi has done a million times before, tossing him photos after photos, targets after targets. Each time, Eren would respond with one corner of his mouth tilting upward, saying, “Yes, Sir,” as if he was crooning. There would be no sign of remorse on his face, no shame, and not a trace of fear or concern. To him, taking someone’s life was never a form of an atrocious sin. It’s just a way of life. And a day later, he would come back with the same photo tainted with the owner’s blood and Levi would cross their names off his list.

“How are you holding up, kid?” He’d ask him every time, checking on his conscience. “Going insane yet?”

Eren would smile. He would always smile, no matter if it was after his first kill or his seventieth. Levi doesn’t need to check on his conscience; Eren never had one to begin with. “Feeling pretty good, Mr. Ackerman.” And it wasn’t a lie.

Just five seconds ago, Eren thought he was living the best life in the world. He has a beautiful, extortionate house in a suburban area that’s spacious enough for three families to live in. His wealthy neighbors greet him every morning, send them expensive wines on Christmas Eve, and they never stick their noses too far in the things he does for a living. Eren has money, more than he could count, but he keeps it hidden in a separate bank account under a different name as he doesn’t want to raise suspicions. His fake job as a construction executive can bring quite a fortune, sure, but it will never be enough to explain the amount of money he makes whenever he manages to land a bullet in someone’s head.

But most importantly, he has you as his beloved wife, who kisses his cheek before he has to go to work, and wraps the same lips around his cock before dinner starts. Things aren’t always smooth-sailing once your honeymoon phase ended, but that’s just how marriage works, isn't it? It takes a lot of effort, a lot of patience, and in Eren’s case, a lot of lies, too.

It wasn’t always like this, of course. Before he met you—before he settled down with this fake persona—Eren Jaeger was just a normal boy, or at least, he’d like to think so. He was scouted by the agency just a few months after he graduated from high school. Erwin Smith was the one who discovered him. They met briefly after his graduation ceremony ended. The blond-haired man introduced himself, congratulated him on his achievement, and pretended like he cared. Eren didn’t mind. He had been living with liars his whole life. It was people with genuine kindness who made him feel unsettled. Fortunately, he never met one.

“Nine years ago, there was a boy who was found lying unconscious on the kitchen floor of his house,” Erwin said, walking next to the eighteen-year-old boy on the sidewalk. “He was badly wounded, his blood dripping all over the floor. Both of his parents were brutally murdered. Father, thirty-six stabs. Mother, eighteen. Nine years have passed but the case remains open. The murderer is still on the run.”

“Tragic,” Eren wryly commented, refraining himself from yawning.

“Oh, but this is where it gets interesting,” Erwin smirked, both hands tucked neatly inside the pockets of his dark trench coat. “He’s standing right next to me.”

“Who?”

“The murderer.”

The young man stopped dead in his tracks, his nonchalant face turned stern. The boredom in his eyes was quickly painted over by malice.

“Yes, that’s it,” Erwin said with a taunting smile, accepting Eren’s death glare like a gift. “That’s the face I wanted to see.” His striking blue eyes showed nothing but the admiration he held for the boy. The fact that a nine-year-old child managed to wrap a scarf around his hand to avoid leaving fingerprints on the kitchen knife, disembowel his father’s stomach, slit his mother’s throat, call the police before he impaled his own skin to give himself an alibi, and maintain his lies for nine years without leaving a single clue—everything was perfectly planned.

Eren was merely a child when it happened, and he felt nothing.

He still feels nothing.

“Are you going to tell the police?” Eren asked, his brain calculating ten different scenarios on how to bury Erwin’s body under the ground—dead or alive, he wouldn’t give a damn.

"Of course not." There was mirth in the man’s gravelly voice. "Can I ask you something, though? Why did you do it?”

Eren exhaled, shrugging. "I wanted some lunch money."

"And they didn't give you any?"

"They did," he corrected, his viridian eyes showing no sign of guilt. "It just wasn't enough."

It reminded Erwin of the day he met Levi for the first time, only Eren was ten times worse. He was a monster in a child's body, and Erwin wanted to see his true form.

But Eren was more than meets the eye. Even someone as perceptive as Erwin failed to catch the sliver of loneliness that flitted through his eyes. Eren wasn’t born a monster. They made him like this. His abusive father. His controlling mother. His elementary teacher who whispered, “Keep it a secret between us, okay?” as her fingers danced across his thigh. The friends who betrayed him. The lovers who cheated on him. Eren endured it all, until one day, everything poured out like a cloudburst. It was time for him to pay them back, and when he did, he didn’t feel a thing. No remorse, no fear, no sadness, and ultimately, no pain. They got what they deserved, he thought, and he walked away with the biggest smile on his face.

But even the strongest wolf needs a pack. Eren longed for kindness. He craved affection. He needed a family. He wanted to feel what it was like to have someone he could trust, someone who could trust him, someone who would turn their back against the world just to be by his side. Erwin wasn’t that person—Eren knew that for certain—but he was the best option he had.

So when the blonde-haired man landed a hand on his shoulder, bent his head down to match his height, and asked him, “Going to college is a little bit overrated these days, isn’t it? How about we do something a little bit… different?” Eren decided to take a leap of faith.

That was how it started. Erwin gave him the opportunity he never thought he would have and he fucking loved it. He would probably jump off a bridge if he had to work at an office, sitting behind his desk five days a week, with his fingers running over his keyboards and his brain seconds away from exploding over a fucking deadline. He would have to force himself to smile, surrounded by people who would stab each other in the face just to get a higher position in the company. He didn’t want that.

This job Erwin gave him suited him well. Everyone had their own responsibility, everyone had their own target, everyone tried to survive. There was no rivalry, no positions to be chased after. They were comrades in training, partners in crime. At first, Eren doubted he would fit in, but after four years of standing under Erwin’s wing, obeying his commands, he knew this was the right path to take.

Eren was allowed to do whatever he wanted, as long as he could cross his target’s name off the list. He could smoke cigarettes during the job, could even have a filthy slut sucking on his dick if he wanted to. His job was simply to put a bullet through his target's head and call it a day. He could live with that.

There was a funny incident that happened when he was on a mission a few months ago. Standing on a rooftop of a tall building, Eren was dressed in all black. From his baseball cap to his combat boots, everything was monochromatic. He had an earpiece strapped to his ear. His eyes were as haunting as a wolf lurking in the night.

The surveillance cameras had been cut off. He was untraceable. He laid flat on the ledge with his chest down and his back up, getting into position with his high-precision rifle settled securely in front of him. He was using a 338 Lapua Magnum cartridge, loaded with LockBase B408 bullets—a perfect weapon to kill his target who was standing a mile away from where he was. His name was Theo Magath, a diplomat who cheated on his wife with the same hooker every Wednesday night in the same hotel that stood right across the street.

Magath had just entered the room, his hands slipping underneath the woman’s dress as he kicked his door closed. Right on schedule, Eren chuckled, observing their movements through his scope. Fucking idiots.

He spoke into the hidden microphone behind his collar, “Target is on sight. Proceeding with the mission.”

“Copy that,” a voice confirmed in his ear. “He’s all yours, agent.”

He’s all mine, he thought, smiling. Let’s have a little fun tonight, shall we?

His phone vibrated in the pocket of his cargo pants. It was his personal one—the number that he used for private matters. He attempted to ignore it at first, but it was growing persistent. Releasing an impatient breath, Eren took his hands away from his gun.

It was from a girl he met a week ago at a thanksgiving party. Luscious blonde hair, alluring sapphire eyes. His roommate, Armin Arlert, had kindly invited him to his family’s house for the weekend, and she was his sister, older only by a year or two. He must have given her Eren’s number. Fucking hell.

Armin was a pure kid, so kind, it was almost strange. He knocked his fist against Eren’s apartment door by accident a year ago, not suspecting that he was walking into a killer’s home. He showed him his phone screen, telling him, “Hi, I’m Armin. It says here that you’re looking for a roommate? I just recently moved into town and I’ve been trying to get a place to stay.”

Eren should have said, “No. You’re knocking on the wrong door,” because clearly, he wasn’t planning to share his grand apartment with anyone else. But to his own surprise, he popped up a can of beer, offered it to the blond male, and said, “Yeah. Go ahead and take a look around.”

Maybe it was his loneliness taking control of him. Maybe he was just bored and he thought it would be a nice change to have a healthy, living human being walking around his house after he had given death to another. Whatever it was, they became roommates, and after spending one night drinking a bottle of gin, they became friends. Maybe, even best friends.

That didn’t stop Eren from fucking his sister behind his back, though.

“Eren, I want you,” she stated in her text, which arrived a few seconds after she sent him a nude photo of her with her fingers buried deep inside herself. Historia. That was the name that was displayed on the screen. Eren didn’t know if it was her real name since he had no recollection of the night they spent together. He never cared enough to remember who he slept with. You can’t remember what you ate for breakfast last week, can you?

She was pretty, he admitted. Pretty face, pretty tits, pretty cunt. But she wasn’t special. No one was. Truthfully, Eren only fucked her because she kept stealing glances at him during that Thanksgiving dinner Armin invited him to. He didn’t make the first move—he never did—but when she closed the bathroom door behind her, dropped to her knees with his cock hot and heavy inside her mouth, Eren let her do as she pleased. It was just for the thrill. A momentary thrill.

He fucked her once and he disposed her right away. He did that to everyone. But a week had passed by and she still couldn’t get enough of him. Her texts kept coming, pictures after pictures. He had never responded to any of them before but tonight, an idea emerged in his head.

Eren took a glance at his target. They were on the thirty-second floor. The curtains in Magath’s hotel room were opened wide, showing their nude bodies on display as they rocked their hips against one another.

This should be fun, he thought, grinning. He tapped his thumb against the screen, waiting for three seconds in silence before—

“Eren,” she was moaning his name against his ear. “Oh, I’m so glad you called.”

“Hey, baby girl. Missed me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she automatically whispered back, saying it in the way he taught her to do. “Daddy, I need you. I need you so bad, I’m fucking myself with my fingers right now. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Mmm,” Eren hummed, his lips breaking into a cocky smile as he returned his hands to his rifle. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy…” Her voice was strained and breathless. “I can’t help it… I want Daddy’s cock so bad…”

“Now, now, what should we do?” Eren sighted his target through the scope, comparing the point of aim to point of impact. “Naughty girls should be punished, don’t you think?”

“Oh, yes, Daddy. Punish me. I want your hands around my neck—” she gasped, probably pressing one hand against her throat while her other one scissored her fingers deep inside her. “Want you to choke me like last time.”

“Of course, kitten,” he said. His expression was controlled, but his voice was like a devil’s whisper—smooth, alluring, and obscene. “But Daddy’s a little busy right now. You think you can be a good girl and fuck yourself with your toy for me?”

There was a rustling sound coming from the other line before she came back with a sigh. He could tell she was fucking herself with her favorite vibrator. “It’s not enough, Daddy,” she pleaded, “It’s not as big as yours. It doesn’t stretch me out like your cock did to me.”

Eren snorted. Of course, it doesn’t. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy will help you.” He curled his fingers around the trigger. “Just listen to my voice, all right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Magath was sprawling on his bedsheets, his lady bouncing on his lap. Eren could take a shot now if he desired, but he wanted that dramatic effect to follow after the kill. He wanted Magath’s brain to scatter across the floor. He wanted to see the light leave his eyes before his body toppled over. He wanted it all so he waited. “You know what I want to do to you right now?” Eren cooed, boredom in his eyes, seduction in his husky voice. “I want to fuck your mouth.”

Her breathing hitched in her throat. “You want my mouth, Daddy?”

“Oh, I want everything, baby.” He added a hint of yearning in his voice, wanting to make it believable. “But, I want to take it slow this time. I’ll treat you like a princess first before I fuck you like a whore. Would you like that, baby? Would you like Daddy to fuck you like a whore?”

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned, biting her lower lip. “Tell me what you want me to do, Daddy….”

“I want you to go down on your knees. I want you to stick out your tongue and wait patiently for my cock. I want you to suck on my tip before you take me deeper, and deeper and deeper.” She let out a quiet whine, her mind projecting his words on the screen behind her closed lids. “I’ll let you get a taste. I’ll be gentle. But once you’ve warmed up to me, I’m gonna make sure I’ll fuck your face so hard, you’ll never be able to forget how good it feels like to have my dick inside your mouth. ”

She keened, her walls clenched tightly around her toy. “God, Daddy, I want it.”

“Yeah?” To her, he sounded like he was chuckling, when in fact, he was scoffing. “You love my fucking cock so much, don’t you, Sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me. Tell me how much you want it.”

And she told him. She told him with every praise she could come up with, all the while fucking herself harder with her toy. Her imagination ran wild and she started to speak incoherently as she moved her hand faster.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby,” Eren responded lazily, “My pretty fucking slut. You’re gonna make Daddy lose control. I want to fucking cum on your face and watch you lick every bit of it, lapping up my dick like a naughty little bitch that you are.” He faked a groan. “God, baby, you’re making Daddy’s cock so hard right now.” But his hands were nowhere near his cock. His hands were on his gun, and he was about to take a shot.

“D-Daddy–Ah, please–”

“Harder, Sweetheart. I want you to fuck yourself as hard as I fucked you.” Magath was in a perfect position. His woman was lying down on her back, her body nearly being folded in half as he thrust into her repeatedly. It was time. “Baby,” Eren called, taking a deep breath. His fingers were prepared and steady, not a single quiver running through them. “Are you close?”

“Oh, fuck—“ she gasped, body arching forward. “Yes, Daddy—I’m close—I’m so fucking close—”

“You can’t cum until I tell you so.” He released his breath, his heartbeat seemed to slow down. He had one of his eyes closed to improve his focus.

“Daddy, please…” She sobbed. “Please let me cum…”

“In a few seconds, darling.” He counted in his head, taking another deep breath, and this time he held his lungs empty. One… Two…

Three.

“Cum, baby.”

He lined up and took his shot.

A bullet pierced through Magath’s head at the same time she moaned Eren’s name against the phone, cumming all over her vibrator. Blood splattered across the wall, red and angry, the same way her juice stained her bedsheets. Eren was the painter and he left quite an impression.

“That’s right, scream for me,” he grinned, watching the woman shriek in horror as his body fell on top of her. “Scream for Daddy.”

Job’s done.

“Oh my God, Daddy,” Historia giggled from the other line, sighing in satisfaction. “That was so intense. Did Daddy get to cum?”

“Oh, baby,” Eren chuckled, returning to his feet with his rifle dangling on one shoulder. “Daddy made a mess.”

He gathered his belongings at once, tucking his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he placed back his gun inside his duffle bag. “But you came without my permission, didn’t you?” He scolded, his voice gentle but firm. “You know how Daddy doesn’t like that.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Sweetheart.” He slung his bag over his shoulder, closed the door behind him, and made his way down the building through the emergency stairs. “What can you offer me?”

She giggled, batting her eyelashes seductively before she purred, “What does Daddy want to do to me?”

His other phone—the one that he used for his mission—vibrated, and Eren knew. The money had been transferred.

“I don’t know.” He took off his cap once he had strayed far enough from the building. He unfastened his bun, his long strands ruffled by the wind as he blended in with the crowd. “Choke you to death, maybe?”

She laughed. “You’re so funny.”

He smiled, disappearing into the night.

Eren loves his job. But today? Today he fucking wishes he never accepted it. Because the photo that sits on his desk is a picture of you and him, sharing a kiss under a lamppost with your lips curving into a smile and his fingers tangled in your hair.

It shocks him to his bones when Levi hands him your name—the woman he had vowed to love until ‘death do us part’ as his next target. But Eren remains hushed, not moving a muscle, his face inscrutable. He’s getting a taste of his own bullet spiraling its way out of his chest but he won’t show it to the world.

“She works for our competitor,” Levi explains, showing him your files. “One of their top agents, they said. Remember your target from two months ago—Darius Zackly? The one who was already dead when you got there? That was her doing.”

Eren’s blood runs cold in his veins. He had a hunch that his wife of six years had been keeping a secret from him. He’d picked up clues along the way, but he had never thought that you would turn out to be an assassin like him. One who is just as skilled and heartless as he is. Eren can still recall the bullet that pierced through Darius’s head. It was a clean shot, most likely taken from a difficult angle. He was both impressed and vexed at that time. His competitive ego wouldn’t let him fail. He was eager to find the shooter, but you were imperceptible, leaving no trail behind.

“You’re sure you can kill her?” Levi’s voice pulls him out of his stupor. “I mean, I can do it if—”

“No.” To Levi’s astonishment, it’s almost like a growl that comes out of the boy’s mouth. “Leave it to me. I’ll finish the job for you.”

I can kill her, he convinces himself. I have to. It’s better if she dies by my hands than someone else’s. I’ll do it fast and painlessly.

But as he curls his fingers into tiny balls of fists, nails sinking hard enough to tear the skin of his palms, Eren remembers the first time he met you.

And his confidence starts to waver.

***

Fate brought you together six years ago.

The sun was almost drowning below the horizon when Eren arrived at a hotel, his white button-down shirt sticking to his back, nearly drenched with sweat. It was his first time in the country and he’d already loathed how sweltering the weather was. His dark blazer was crumpled as he draped it over his arm, his tie long abandoned. He was dressed as a young man on his business trip, yet a handgun was strapped to the back of his pants, secured tightly by his belt. He loosened his collar, toying with the top buttons and unknotting two more than necessary.

“Have you made your reservation, Sir?”

“Yes. Eren Kruger.”

“Please wait a moment, Mr. Kruger.”

His agency had created a whole new identity for him, and he had been introducing himself with his fake last name more often than he’d used his real one.

He ran a hand through his long, dark brown hair, clicking his tongue in slight vexation when he noticed how oily his hair was. I need to take a shower. He snapped an elastic band off his wrist, tying his hair messily in a bun with a few of his baby hairs falling over his temple. Eren kicked the dirt off his combat boot, mentally groaning when he noticed a splotch of blood painting its side. He was lucky it was only blood, not pieces of flesh that came out of his target’s head when he cracked it open with his machete a few hours ago.

He sighed. That was the very reason why he preferred using rifles better. At the age of twenty-two, he had become one of the deadliest snipers his agency had ever recruited. He was a cold-blooded murderer, not even batting an eyelash at the close-up sight of his bullet smashing through his target’s temple. He was a monster with the look of an angel.

Eren was too busy reeling in his reverie when a hand suddenly found its way to circle almost naturally around his arm.

“Excuse me.”

***

The tall man with the most stunning jade green eyes you’d ever seen seemed more curious than stunned when you wrapped a hand around his arm as if he had noticed your presence even when you were being as silent as a cat. “Excuse me,” you said. He raised an eyebrow at your words but everything else remained a mystery. Your next line was spoken in a soft murmur. “Can you go along with me for a minute?”

He had a good sense of his surroundings, you took a mental note, but not good enough to notice the way you had your knife strapped to the side of your thigh, covered by your dress, adding reassurance if anything went wrong. He only had to spare a glance behind you to know you were running away from someone. Without asking further questions, he wound an arm along your waist, turning you around until you were flushed against his chest, deep in his embrace. He let his fingers slip between the strands of your hair, covering most of your face with his arm from their line of vision.

“Baby,” he cooed, smiling sweetly. “I thought you hadn’t arrived yet. Did you wait long?”

“No, I just got here,” you replied, squeezing his shoulder affectionately. You were lucky, so lucky to find someone who could play along perfectly without making inquiries. He took a hold of your hand, guiding it to his neck so you could curl your fingertips along his nape. He leaned in close to your ear, whispering, “I can’t wait to know your name.”

Though the way his velvety voice resonated through the air made your skin tingle, you giggled, pretending like he just whispered something sultry. “I’ve missed you too, baby.”

“Mr. Kruger? Your suite is ready. Would you like your breakfast to be carried to your room tomorrow morning?”

“Yes,” he answered, breaking apart from you but keeping his arm tied securely around your waist. “Hers too.”

“Most certainly, Mr. Kruger.”

Eren cast you a smirk, lacing your fingers together. “Shall we?”

***

With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Eren turned over the doorknob and let you step inside his suite. Perched between the hotel’s fifth and ninth floors, the room vaunts an extraordinary view of the vibrant city skyline, visible through floor-to-ceiling windows. You admired the scenery the same way Eren admired you from behind, perceiving it with unblinking eyes, your heart pulsating in excitement. Everything was breathtaking and to him, so were you.

“Thanks for saving me,” you said, eyes gleaming radiantly with the corners of your mouth quirked up. “Stranger.”

The young man chuckled, casually telling you his name before he asked you for yours. The handshake was firm, almost professional, but the way your fingers slid rather slowly against his when he was about to part betrayed all formality.

“Well, Eren Kruger,” you called, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “I would’ve been caught if you didn’t play along. You’re so natural at it. Had plenty of experience in saving damsels in distress before?”

Eren smiled, mysterious and delicate at the same time. The soft glow of the setting sun illuminated his features in a way that made him look almost like a painting. But to him, it was nothing compared to how ethereal you appeared in your off-shoulder white summer dress. You had the grace and gravitas of an empress, your smile bewitching enough to poison the hearts of men. Your eyes were pools of bejeweled water, shining brighter than the stars of heaven. There was a wild side in you, ferocious underneath that angelic smile. You’ve had many men standing on their knees before you, weakened by your glamor, but Eren wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t there for you to tame and dominate over. He wanted to own you, to have you on your knees, to strip you down to nothing–not even that seductive smile of yours–to see how you truly were underneath that demeanor you portrayed. It was the first time he felt so intrigued by someone, so aroused and captivated from the first sight, and he didn’t understand what made you different from the other girls but–

“Is there something wrong?” you questioned him when he remained mute, the cupid’s bow of your lips titillated him.

“Just enjoying the view,” he smirked in return, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe, his hands buried in the pocket of his slacks. Desire bloomed in his stomach at the sight of your exposed skin, his lips itching to mark bruises on them. “You’re quite an actress yourself,” Eren countered, “Is running away from older men your hobby or something?”

“Actually, I’m more into younger guys these days.”

“Well, isn’t that convenient?” He tilted up his chin, his eyes drooping, coated with allure. “I happen to like older women.”

Your smile was both shy and seductive, just the perfect amount to fill his heart with yearning. “Then, what should we do about it?”

Eren mirrored you the same way. “I’ve got an idea.”

***

The way he laced his fingers with yours as he led you through the crowd was so natural that it almost felt like you’d known him for years. His palms were calloused and his veins were protruding under the skin of his arms, a stark contrast to how beautiful his profile was. His eyes were both heavy with secrets and yet tender and innocent enough to show how young he was to the world. Your instinct told you to not put any faith in him but your heart was at ease and your body was craving to feel the ridges of his muscles.

The ends of his strands were still damp from the quick shower he took, feeding you with imaginations of him running his hands through his hair, steam surrounding his sun-kissed skin with droplets of water sliding down his back. Combined with the way his black button-down shirt was clinging to his skin, highlighting the muscles in his arms, and showcasing the flatness of his stomach, you wondered just how perfect he’d look wearing nothing.

He was the most attractive man you had ever landed your eyes on, that was for certain.

You weren’t usually the type of person who’d spend the night with strangers during your mission in a country you weren’t familiar with. But your last job was enervating and the memory of your target’s brain splattered across the floor was really something you wanted to forget. That was why being tangled with his body under the sheets seemed like the perfect getaway to escape your reality.

“I’ll have a shot of vodka.” You heard Eren say to the bartender before he turned around to face you. “You?”

“I’ll have what you have.”

He raised an eyebrow that was soon followed by a little grin, slightly impressed that you could handle your liquor. “Then just give us a bottle of it,” he corrected.

“Is this your first trip to Bogota?” You questioned as you took a seat at a table in a secluded corner. The music was blasting vehemently in the background in a language you only understood a term or two in. Eren was sitting on the opposite side with one hand drawn on the table, his fingers nearly brushing against yours as he tapped them once or twice against the beat.

“Maybe,” he answered, his lips still smiling as he took in your features. There wasn’t enough light in the room to reveal every detail, giving him a sense of mystery of how your eyes gleamed in desire for him. Eren was only eager to unveil it.

“And how are you enjoying your trip so far, Mr. Kruger?”

“I wasn’t enjoying it until now.” He took a shot of his vodka before he slid the bottle in your direction, urging you to pour one for yourself.

“Yeah?” You took a shot. “Why is that?”

His eyes, the way they shifted down to your lips before he dragged them back to yours again, provided a clear answer. “Because of the music,” he replied, his charming smile turned into a devilish smirk. “And this.” He gestured toward the bottle.

You poured one for him. “Nothing to do with me?”

“I don’t know.” He brought the shot glass to his lips, murmuring his next words against the glass. “Do you want it to have something to do with you?”

“Maybe.” You stood up from your seat, placing your glass down with a thump. “So it speaks.” You trailed your hand along his shoulder as you walked away to the dance floor. “But does it dance?”

Eren bit his lower lip, a sensuous grin about to form on his face. Taking another shot of the alcohol, he rose from his seat, following your lead.

His hands were strong and dangerous as they circled your waist, pressing his chest against your spine, matching the sway of your hips as you danced to the beat of a seductive Latin song. You let yourself relax, dancing like there was nobody else in the room.

Your hips were pressed against one another, grinding close. You could feel the zipper of his jeans pressing against your behind. You held his hands, guiding them to roam over your body. When he raked his nails against your thigh, you lean your back against his chest, one hand going up to rest against his nape.

Eren’s lips were grazing against your earlobe, his breath fanning the side of your face. “Not sure if I’ve said this before,” he murmured, voice low and breathy, waking up the tiny hairs on your nape. “But you’re fucking gorgeous.”

With a satisfied smirk, you turned around to face him, arms reaching up to wind themselves around his neck. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you praised with a playful twinkle in your eyes.

Eren caressed your cheek with delicate fingers, his gaze locked to your lips before he moved his hand down to the dip of your spine. He tugged you close until there was no space left between your bodies. You sighed at the contact, fire coursing through your veins. His touch was electric, leaving a trail of goosebumps everywhere his fingers grazed. “Then,” he whispered again, his face finding a new favorite spot in the crook of your neck. “What should we do about it?”

The attraction between you was sizzling, almost suffocating you with it. The way he moved to the music, leading your body to follow, was sinful, almost erotic, and neither of you cared about your surroundings as if they had faded into a blur.

You wanted to kiss him, wanted it more than anything you had ever wanted. This stranger with his intoxicatingly pleasant musky scent, his dangerous little eyebrow raise, his ardent gaze, and godforsaken smirk—you wanted all of him.

You were throwing all the signs and he reciprocated with a kiss. Tilting your head by framing your chin with his lean fingers, he brought his lips to yours, lightly at first but scorchingly deep and dominant once he received your confirmation. As if you were untied from the knot that was holding you back, you succumbed desperately to his touch, fingers fisting against the fabric of his collar. His grunt was a sensual touch, fogging your mind and making it hard for you to keep up with every movement of his lips.

He pulled away before you were even the least satisfied, hooded eyes gleaming under the dim lighting.

“Spend the night with me,” he said, wetting his lower lip. His eyes never stopped perceiving the way your lips were glistening from the kiss. Eren dipped his head again, tasting the alcohol on your tongue with his own. His mouth moved to the side of your lips, tracing your jawline until he was breathing against your ear. “I need to make you cum.”

Adrenaline pumped through your veins and you were ecstatic. The way he said his words were like a dying man wishing for more days to live. He made you feel desired, made you feel worshiped, made you feel dangerous.

The walk back to his suite was filled with nothing but the sound of your heartbeat deafening your ears. You kept your eyes locked at the spot between his shoulder blades as he led the way, sliding his card to unlock the door and tugging you inside his room the second it clicked open.

There was no ado, no coquettish smiles, only eagerness and a desperate sense of urgency. The way you both frantically searched for each other’s lips as soon as he closed the door was relieving after spending hours pining for one another. He was so intoxicating that he numbed your senses at once. And yet, at the same time, he made you feel conscious of the butterflies fluttering their wings inside your stomach.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this,” he breathed heavily against your mouth, “From the second I laid my eyes on you.”

He lifted one of your legs so he could push up the fabric of your dress, his hand sliding against the smoothness of your thigh. Sparks of fire prickled against your skin but you wanted to be burned. You wanted to be consumed by him. You licked your lip once before you pressed your mouth hotly against his again. “Then you shouldn’t have—” he distracted you by taking your bottom lip between his teeth, suckling on it a little bit before he let it go. “—wasted so much time.”

He tittered, his hand shifted up to hold you by your waist. Pressing his hips against yours, Eren stole an involuntary moan out of your mouth. “Yeah?” He clamped his fingers along your wrist, brought it over your head, and pinned it against the wall. He was dominating, his grip was tight, leaving you immobile. Of course, you could break free if you wanted to, but right now, at this moment, you only wanted him to hold you tighter. “You’ve been wanting me too?”

There was a trace of mischievousness in his voice that matched how young he looked but he wasn’t the only one who could be playful. “Well,” you paused to lodge your leg between his, your knee rubbing against his hardness, giving him the friction he needed. “What do you think?”

He cursed under his breath but he had his lips smashed against yours before he could finish a word. He pushed you away from the wall and you followed his lead to the bed, never breaking off the kiss. You tried to unbutton his shirt as fast as you could but he helped you rip the rest of the buttons away. Tumbling down onto the sheets, you pulled him down with you.

Eren stood on his knees, giving you a show. The way he took off his shirt, the muscles in his abs contracting at the movement nearly made you gape, but not as much as the way his eyes were peering into yours. They were as dark as the night, so intense, and filled with nothing but wild lust. He was so captivating, his entire being was, even in the dim lighting of the room.

“I’d love to have you stare at me more,” he said, his tone teasing and dripping with allure. “But patience has never been one of my virtues.”

He positioned himself between your legs, his black jeans unbuttoned but not yet unzipped, his belt unclasped. “Good,” you replied with a smirk, circling your arms around his neck. “’Cause I’d never want you to slow down.”

Eren only spent a few seconds stealing the breath directly from your lips before he went down to your neck. His mouth sucked bruises, hard and rough. The way his teeth prickled against your skin made you hiss both from pleasure and pain.

“Sorry.” There was mirth hidden in his honeyed voice. “I’ve got a bad habit of marking what’s mine.”

He didn’t sound the least apologetic but you weren’t objecting. The fact that he didn’t hold back added so much thrill. “So, I’m yours now?” you taunted him back, just as cocky. “That’s news to me.”

“For the night.” He continued grazing his teeth down your skin. “Hope your fiancée doesn’t mind.”

Fiancée? “I don’t—” You were lucky that your mind recalled the fake engagement ring you wore earlier that day as a part of your cover. The same one that you had taken off in secret and slipped it back into your purse along with your knife when he was in the shower. He noticed that? “Well, we’ve hit rock bottom anyway,” you lied. “I’m planning to break up with him when I get back.”

“So cruel,” he faintly laughed, peppering butterfly kisses as he made his journey down your body. He settled himself between your legs, slightly raising your thigh so he could brush his lips against your sensitive skin. “First, that old man. Now, your fiancée. Seems like breaking people’s hearts is your hobby.”

You nibbled on your lip, your mind reeling in anticipation. You could feel his hot breath fanning against your lingerie. “Probably just as much as you like teasing your women.”

“Teasing?” He raised an eyebrow seductively, combining it with one corner of his lips curving upward. “You mean this?” He darted out his tongue, licking you once over your laced underwear, just right above your arousal.

You threw your head back, your eyebrows sewed together with your eyes tightly shut as you drowned in rapture. It had been a while since you did this with someone. You weren’t usually this sensitive, but—

“Oh?” He simpered, running his tongue along his lower lip as he committed your expression into memory. “That’s a cute reaction.”

“I didn’t realize you were this talkative.” Despite your effort in staying unfazed, you were aware of how your breathing began to tatter. His fingers were pressed against your thighs, pushing your legs apart as wide as he could.

“Well, you haven’t known me long enough yet. I am talkative.” He bent his head down, hooking his finger against the side of your lingerie, and pulled the fabric away just enough for him to run his tongue along your folds. “They said I’m pretty good with my mouth.” Ten seconds later, you realized that it was an understatement.

You breathed out, sighing in bliss as you surrendered yourself to him. You let him do whatever he wanted to do with your body, his expert hands drew designs on your skin like you were his favorite masterpiece. You didn’t care if he treated you as an object of desire. It was only fair, seeing how you’d been treating him in the same way. You needed him just as much as he needed you, body craving for another, and it felt so fucking good to be submerged in this kind of pleasure, to be enveloped with his warmth, to have him moving inside you—tongue, fingers, and him entirely.

Eren noticed how you brought your hand to your lips, your point finger lying between your teeth to stop you from moaning too loudly. He darted his tongue once more to taste your heat before he stopped and stole your hand away from your mouth.

“Guide me,” he said, pressing a kiss against your inner palm. His breath felt hot, almost feverish against your skin. “I’ve told you before. I need to make you cum. So, guide me.” He leaned into your touch when you slipped your fingers around his dark locks. “Tell me how you like it.”

“I don’t think you need some guidance,” you giggled.

“Or maybe I just want you to ride my face,” he corrected. “Spread those lips for me, baby, come on. Spread them.”

You spread your pussy’s lips apart with your fingers and Eren closed the space without waiting, driving his tongue past your entrance. “I want you to use me,” he said. “I want you to cum all over my face. Can you do that for me?”

Being both a spy and an assassin, you had mastered the way to keep your emotions and expressions in check, but Eren could break your facade in seconds. “Yes…”

He smiled, so angelically it was unsettling. “Good girl,” he whispered against your folds. “Now tell me what you want me to do to you.”

You felt heat creeping up to your cheeks, an unfamiliar sensation after all these years. “Just continue with what you’re doing.”

“What was I doing?” He tilted his head like a clueless child but his salacious smirk spoke the truth.

He was a fucking tease and yet, somehow, that only made him thousand times more enticing. “I want your tongue inside me.”

“Hmm,” he complied, repeating his motion. “What else?”

“Want you to fuck me with it.”

Eren grinned, eyes glinting with lust and satisfaction. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You knew you were tugging too hard on the roots of his hair but even if he was hurting, he didn’t let out any protest. He only let out a guttural groan, the vibrations went straight to your sensitive skin as he sucked around your clit. Your juice coated his tongue and he wanted the taste to linger forever. “Mmm,” he purred. “You taste better than how I imagined you would be.”

“Your fingers,” your command started to sound more like a plea with each second passing by. “Fuck me with your fingers too.”

He snorted, amusement on his face. “Acting like a fucking queen now, aren’t you?”

“I thought you wanted me to be your queen.” You rocked your hips, using his face as you pleased. “You want my cum all over your face, don’t you?”

Eren loved the way you matched his energy. “That, I do.” Using two of his fingers, he plunged them inside without waiting for you to adjust. You flinched. The friction burned.

“Did it hurt?” He asked with a cheeky grin, pumping them in and out of you. “Sorry.”

“Shut up,” you hissed. “You’re enjoying it.”

“Maybe.” He drew his fingers away, taking them inside his mouth as if he couldn’t bear a second too long without having your taste on his tongue. “You see, baby, I like to think that pain and pleasure go hand in hand. For example–” Without warning, he sank his teeth into the supple skin of your thigh, robbing a gasp out of your mouth and forcing your body to jolt in agony. You were no stranger to pain, but Eren had no mercy on his bite, a little harder than that and he would’ve ripped your skin apart. He let the throbbing ache sink in for a few seconds before he replaced them with his lips, soothing the burn with sweet kisses and teasing tongue. He licked at the wound, gently suckling on your skin before he mapped his way back to your center. “You can only appreciate pleasure once you’ve felt pain.” He pressed his mouth hotly against your heat, tongue flicking and tasting. You shivered, baffled at the sensation he was giving you. “It makes everything feel more intense, doesn’t it?”

You began to rock your hips against his mouth, keeping one hand at the back of his skull to keep him still. “Seems like you enjoy giving pain more than you give your women pleasure.”

“Well, I guess, it depends,” he stopped you momentarily to form his answer. He rubbed his thumb against your clit before he lowered his head once more. “When a pussy tastes this good,” he licked a stripe up your folds, “I’d rather fuck it with my tongue for hours.”

Eren was so good, too good, that you began to squeeze your thighs together, almost suffocating him when you cummed on his tongue not a few minutes later. He lapped up your juices, half-lidded eyes observing your expression. You’re beautiful, he thought, so goddamn beautiful I want to tear you apart.

He sat on his heels, wiping his mouth and his chin with a slide of his thumb. “How was that, baby?”

You tried to catch up with your breath. “That was… amazing.”

His smirk was so arrogant that it felt like he was degrading you. “I won’t let you sleep tonight.” His fingers toyed with the button of his jeans. “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum before you pass out.”

“Is that so?” You tangled your legs around his waist and flipped your position. Now that he was lying on the bed, you mounted yourself on his hips. “Let’s see how many times I can edge you before you start begging for my mercy.”

“Feisty, aren’t you?” He chuckled, sitting up so he could unzip your dress, one hand palming against your breast while the other one held your face. He slanted his mouth across yours, tongue slithering inside to plunder. You could faintly taste yourself on his tongue, almost making you whimper from the desperation of wanting to connect your body with his.

You yanked both of his jeans and boxer briefs down just enough to release him out of his confinement. You did him a favor by going down on him, as it was only fair after the amount of stimulation he’d brought you. Eren had his eyes closed, his fingers finding home in your hair. “Fuck,” he cursed breathily. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

You hummed in response, hollowing your cheeks until his hips buckled. “Shit, I want to fuck your mouth so bad,” he breathed heavily, voice hazy. “Want to cum down your throat.”

“Well, then,” you swirled your tongue around his tip. “What’s stopping you?”

Yanking you away by taking a handful of your hair, Eren guided your face back to his. He pressed his thumb against the corner of your mouth and you parted your lips, letting him slip it inside and press his pad against your tongue. “I want to make you cum again,” he stated, his desire burning inside him when you rolled his finger between your teeth. “With my cock this time.”

“Condom.” You stroked him with your fingers. “Do you have one?”

“In my bag.”

“Too far. I’ll just get mine.” You jumped off him, making him groan at the loss of your warmth. You discarded every piece of clothing off your body as you rummaged the inside of your purse, tossing him a packet of condom when you found one.

“It’s too small,” Eren said and when you glowered, he sniggered. “Just kidding. You’re cute.” He ripped the packet with his teeth but stopped when he saw you crawling back to his lap. “Will you do me the honor?”

You sighed, taking the condom from his hand. “Do you do this with all your one night stands?”

“Only with the pretty ones.”

You rolled your eyes but you placed the rubber around his length, stroking him gently as you coated it with lubricant. You positioned yourself on top of him, enveloping him with your warmth inch-by-inch as you adjusted to his size.

“Fuck,” you groaned. “You’re so—”

“Big?” He wiggled an eyebrow, his smirk was filthy. “Told ya.”

“I was about to say annoying.”

“No, you weren’t.” Eren pushed himself off the bed, his mouth latching on your breast, sucking bruises as he moaned against your skin. “Ah, fuck,” he hissed, tongue flicking against your nipple. Your walls were fluttering around him, taking him in to the hilt. “You’re so fucking hot inside.”

You only wasted a few seconds to prepare yourself before you moved your hips, sliding up and down his length with one hand on his chest and another one on his nape. “Does it feel good?” You asked but the answer was clear. His eyes had begun to droop, his lips on your skin pausing every now and then as he was too busy drowning in bliss.

“You sound cocky,” he commented, smacking and squeezing your ass cheeks with both palms before he rested his hands on the dip of your waist, his fingers clawing against the skin.

Every movement of your body was obscene. “You don’t like it?”

“I love it,” he answered your provocative smirk with his own.

Eren let you take control just for now, and you perceived it as a challenge. Leaning back with your hands propping you up from behind, your palms pressed flat against the sheets, you gave him the dirtiest lap dance, moving up and down his cock with your teeth biting seductively at the corner of your lip. His eyes were transfixed on your hips, lips parted in a silent moan.

“Think you can handle me, baby?” you teased him. “Seems like you’re enjoying this way too much.”

His gaze fleeted back to yours, his amorous smile reeling you in. “Think you can handle me?”

“Wha–”

Without warning, he slammed your body down to the bed, raising both of your legs high in the air, and slid himself back in one quick motion. Hard, deep and fast, he pounded into you, over and over again until you had your fingers twisted against the sheets, your toes curling in pleasure. “Fuck–” You gasped, arching your back. He snapped his hips forward, forcing you to choke out his name. “Eren–”

“Keep your eyes on me,” he reminded you, his nails digging into your skin. He rested your legs on his shoulders, hugging you by your thighs. Eren looked down at you, his voice a pitch lower when he added, “Always on me.”

His gaze itself sent a plethora of emotions coursing through your veins, enough to make your stomach twist and turn. The rough material of his jeans grazed against your skin when he lifted your lower half in the air, giving him more access and precision to hit your sweet spot. “There!” You urged him. “Fuck, that feels so–ah, do it again–”

He chortled, deep and sultry. “So demanding,” he muttered, but he gave you what you wanted, fucking you ferociously in the same spot that turned you into a whimpering mess. Had he kept it up for a few seconds longer, you knew it would be over for you but Eren slowed down the pace just to tease, right when you wanted him to go faster. “I was so close,” you mewled in both protest and pleasure, as you could feel his pelvis rubbing against your clit with each sway of his hips.

“I know.” There was a sadistic hint in the way he smiled.

“I thought you were planning on making me cum.”

“I already did.” His tongue peeked out to swipe across his lower lip, reminding you that you came all over his face just a moment ago. “Now I’m planning to make you my plaything for the night.” His hips were rolling so obscenely almost similar to the way he danced before. “Let’s take it easy, baby.” His hair tie slipped off his strands, luscious dark locks cascading to his shoulders. His grin was cheeky but the rest of his face was contorted in pleasure. “We have all night to ourselves.”

“I want you to fuck me like before.”

“And I’ll give it to you. Be patient.” Eren pulled himself away, spinning your body around until you had your stomach pressed flat on the bed. He was back inside you not a second after, returning to his previous pace, his cock rubbing fast and hard against your walls as he glued his chest to your spine. “Like this, baby?”

“Mmm, yeah,” you breathed out, panting and moaning your way to ecstasy. You had been with many experienced men before, but Eren was unlike any other. He had control over everything while making you lose yours at the same time. He brought his weight down with every thrust, giving you a sense of pleasure that was so intense, it was almost blinding.

“I’ll make sure you get fucked like you deserve it,” he whispered in your ear, his voice breathless, deep, and perilous. “Gonna make use of this pretty little cunt until you can’t walk.” A sudden thrust, one that was so forceful, sent you clawing against the bed, your scream muffled by the pillow. Overwhelmed by the sensation, your body moved away from him in reflex but he kept you still, his fingers sliding up from your chest to your throat. “Don’t run from it,” he growled. “You’re gonna take everything of me. Every fucking inch of me.”

Eren had your neck within his grasp, could crush it in one try if he wasn’t careful. His cock pulsated deep inside, his limbs tangled with yours with only a thin layer of sweat separating your skin. Angling your face to the side, he kissed you from behind. It was just as smothering, consuming and you felt your heartbeat escalating when he choked you a little harder.

He lifted you, forcing you to stand on your knees, your spine flush against his chest. His teeth were prickling against the juncture of your neck.

“Now, tell me, baby.” His smirk formed across your skin. “Who’s your Daddy?”

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AN: Hey, everyone, thanks for reading another story of mine! I wanted to make this a mini series at first but I'm not sure yet 'cause I still have a few series I need to finish. I've already written the sequel for this (though I still need to edit a few scenes), but I don't know if you're interested so I'll just see how you guys think about this for now. If you want to see more of daddy secret agent eren, who am I to say no 😏

Massive thanks to Sandra, Joli, Coi and Ben who beta-ed this for me. I love you girls so much ❤️

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