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You glance up at the clock and notice the little hands have barely moved since the last time you looked. Sighing, you turn your attention back to the list of closing tasks that still needed to be finished before you could leave for the night. You walk out onto the sales floor and headed in the direction of the women's clothes. It was always the last area you left to clean on your list because you could spend extra time looking through all the newer items.
While your hands sift through a rack of sweaters, making sure the size labels are in the correct order, you spot a dress towards the back. You pull it off the rack and hold it up in front of you. The emerald green color was so different from anything else you had in the store, and the tiny gold flakes that shimmer in the lights only made it that more beautiful.
Your feet move quickly to one of the pillars with mirrors situated in the middle of the section. Holding the dress up to your body, your mind starts to imagine all of the things you could do in it. It would be the perfect dress for a fancy date night, if you could get a man to stay interested in you longer than the first hookup.
The sleek fabric would look amazing on your curves. Your father would lose his shit if he saw how short it was, but that was the least of your worries as your eyes found the low neckline. You could just picture how great your breasts would look in it.
"You would look sexy in that."
The deep voice frightens you, causing you to drop the dress onto the floor as a yelp leaves your mouth. You spin around to find your shift manager, Eren, standing there with his usual cocky grin plastered on his face.
"Damnit, Eren," you say furiously. "You could have at least said you were coming up behind me or something!"
He shrugs his shoulders. "I was too busy staring at you in the mirror."
You turn away from him as you feel yourself start blushing. Just the thought that Eren had actually been checking you out in the mirror has your heart pounding. You force yourself to take a deep breath, trying your best to not look as flustered as you felt.
“Whatever, ‘Ren,” you roll your eyes, pretending to be annoyed at his comment. You bend down to grab the dress from the floor, turning to face him as you stand back up.
“I’m dead serious, YN,” he argues. “You would look fucking hot in that dress.”
You were used to Eren’s normal flirty compliments when the two of you worked a shift together, but they never came close to this. This kind of compliment made the hairs on your arms stand up pin straight. The air in the store suddenly felt thick as you tried to maintain your composure.
"Oh shut up,” you push past him, desperately trying to find the rack the dress belongs to. "Aren't you supposed to be counting down the registers, or I don't know, something that managers do?"
He cocks his head to the side, putting his neck tattoo on full display. The large key adorned with tiny flowers sporadically placed along it started at the back of his ear and went to the base of his neck. He had told you once that the key was in remembrance of his father, and the flowers are the same ones that grew in a meadow by his childhood home. It was easily one of your favorite pieces that you could see, even though his long hair kept it hidden.
"If you weren't so busy staring at yourself or the clock, you would've known that I finished everything ten minutes ago."
"Oh, well then," you say, stopping yourself at a display of dresses. "I guess just give me a couple more minutes to put this shit up, and then we can go."
Your fingers frantically look through all of the metal hangers to find the similar style of dress. At this point you would stash it with any dress that was a shade of green. Eren places his hand on top of yours, stopping your frantic movements.
“Or you could take that dress to the fitting room and let me see you in it," he says quietly in your ear.
Your heart pounds in your ears as you try to fight the urge to look at him.
"N-No Eren," you mutter, looking down to the ground to avoid his gaze. "I just wanna get home. I don't have the energy for any more of your flirting tonight."
You could feel his eyes burning holes through you.
"Y/N,” he drawls, his fingertips lightly touch your chin as he brings your face closer to his. “Please humor me this one time, and go put on that dress. After that, you can finish closing, and we’ll go our separate ways until our next shift together. Deal?”
You can’t help but find yourself getting lost in his gaze. The different shades of greens and blues dance around each other, and you wonder if they have always been this mesmerizing. After a long minute of both of you staring into each other's eyes, Eren clears his throat to bring you back to reality. You feel your face turn red again as you walk towards the dressing room, Eren following close behind you.
Eren takes a seat right outside the door as you hang the dress up. You turn around to shut the door, but when you glance in the mirror you can see Eren staring straight at you. A dirty thought crosses your mind, but you quickly dismiss it. He is your manager, and even though he's only a few months older than you, you couldn't help but feel so wrong when you have thoughts about him like that. He notices the shift in your energy.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable by staring," he says, never breaking eye contact with you in the mirror. "You're just really so beautiful."
Your jaw drops at his confession. Were the feelings you have been having actually mutual? Was this just more of his flirting to get a rise out of you? Whatever it was, you couldn't help but feel a confidence boost – and that was exactly what you needed.
It takes a moment for you to gather your thoughts. That same imagery from a moment ago comes flooding back into your brain, forcing you to close your eyes. Your core was craving Eren immensely the longer you kept your eyes closed, and you decided it was now or never. It was definitely risky and could one hundred percent backfire, but you had to know if he was having the same thoughts as you.
"Eren," you say, opening your eyes to find him still staring at you. “I'm nervous as hell, but you have a deal. I’m gonna put this damn dress on.”
His eyebrows come together as he stares at you with a confused look on his face.
“I mean that's what you came here to do so –"
"Eren," you cut him off. "Just shut up and let me do this."
His mouth shuts instantly even though the confusion is still evident on his features.
"I've been having thoughts for a while," you continue. "Thoughts about, well, us."
He cocks an eyebrow at you, clearly not quite picking up what you're trying to hint at. You grab the bottom of your shirt and take a deep breath. Before you give your conscience a chance to back out, you pull your shirt over your head, exposing your black lace bra to him.
His expression changes as your almost completely naked back is revealed to him. With widened eyes, he takes in your appearance before him.
The dragon tattoo in the middle of your back is one he had seen on your instagram months ago. It was a simple design; just a normal dragon flying up, his mouth almost touching a tiny crescent moon. His eyes trail farther down to a hidden tattoo that takes almost the entire side of your back and disappears somewhere below your waist. From what he can tell, the leaves curve around your waist, dipping somewhere beneath your skirt. His cock swells at the thought of getting you out of your skirt and finding the flower that is attached to the vine.
"Thoughts that I definitely shouldn't be having about my manager," you say with a shaky breath, watching his eyes trail you. "Please tell me if you want me to stop. I really don't want to embarrass myself any more than I already have in front of you."
“Don't stop," he rasps. "Please for the love of God, don't you dare stop."
You can hear the lust dripping from his voice, the sound bringing heat in between your legs. Feeling another surge of confidence from his response, you slowly pull down your skirt. You can feel Eren's eyes watching your every move. Through your tights, Eren spots the large flower, taking up at least a quarter of your ass and the rest of it on your thigh. Your hands work to pull down your tights, revealing your bare legs to him.
Once your feet are free from them, you kick them and your skirt to the side. You turn around to face Eren, a blush creeping slowly along your chest as he now surveys your front. More small tattoos reveal themselves to him, and it takes every ounce of determination he has to not pin you against the wall and have you right here.
His eyes can’t stay in one place for long. You can feel them examining every inch of you as you begin to take steps backwards. Even as your knees hit the bench and you lower yourself onto it, his gaze hasn’t left you - not even for a second.
“Like what you see, Jaeger?” you ask, cocking your eyebrow at him.
His eyes trail back up to yours, holding them for what feels like minutes. You need him, and you need him now. He can sense it.
"I want you to tell me about those dirty thoughts, YN," he says seductively. "I want you to describe them in detail."
You think to yourself which scenarios you would be willing to describe to him. Not wanting to get yourself flustered too quickly, you focus on a simple one.
"I've thought about how it would feel to kiss you."
He chuckles to himself.
"You're telling me that you're sitting there in your underwear, and all you've thought about is kissing me?"
"Yep," you reply nonchalantly, doing your best to keep your voice from wavering.
Eren leans closer to you at your answer. His eyes turn a darker shade of green in a matter of seconds, lust taking them over. You can feel the need in your core growing with every antagonizing second.
"Open your legs, YN."
Leaning back into the wall, you spread your legs open slowly. You've never felt so exposed in your entire life, but you've also never felt so free. Your hands settle themselves on your thighs, close enough to your pussy to drive him absolutely crazy.
"Now we're gonna try this again," he coos. "I want you to tell me all of the dirty things you've imagined us doing."
Your mind immediately goes to the thoughts you had almost every night. You couldn't help when you were alone to think of anything but him. He completely plagued your mind at night when you were alone and yearning for some pleasure.
Kissing him as if your lives depended on it. His hands roaming your entire body, all while telling you how beautiful you are. Eren on his knees in front of you, eating you out like you were the last meal he would ever eat. You could hear the praises he would give you as you imagined him fucking you. The wetness between your legs was growing with every thought that passed through your mind.
"YN."
Hearing him say your name breaks you from your thoughts. Eren is almost falling off his seat at this point. The tension in the already small dressing room is thick, making it almost impossible for you to get a deep breath in to balance yourself out. You clear your throat and begin to explain the images that cross your brain nightly.
"Well, I definitely do think about kissing you," you start off. "How your lips would feel against mine, and how our tongues would feel against each other.”
He tilts his head at your confession.
“I also think about other places your lips could travel to.”
Eren cocks an eyebrow at you, signaling for you to elaborate.
"What other places, YN.” he asks. “Show me.”
You begin pointing to your neck. The thought of him leaving his marks on it has you fighting back a whimper.
"Here."
Your hand travels to your breast, lightly squeezing it.
"Here,” you quietly moan, imagine his hands playing with your breasts.
Your hand stops as it hovers over your clit.
"And definitely here."
Eren stares down at your hand placement for a few seconds before staring back at your eyes. You watch as he suddenly leaves his seat, getting on his hands and knees, and crawls over to you. Your heart is beating so loud you can almost guarantee that he can hear it.
"Go on, YN," he begs quietly, stopping himself in front of you and sitting back on his legs. "Please tell me more."
You feel your breath hitch as you try to think of words.
"I imagine how good you would make me feel."
“Would you like me to show you how good I can make you feel?" he asks without skipping a beat.
You nod your head at him as he sits up on his knees. He places his hands on the bench at your sides, closing the distance between the two of you.
"I need to hear you say it, angel,” his breath fans over your lips with every syllable.
"Please, Eren," you whine. "Please make me feel good."
His mouth attacks yours in seconds, stealing whatever air was left in the room with it. You feel his muscular arms wrap themselves around you, bringing your two bodies as close as possible. Your fingers tangle themselves into his hair, pulling at his strands lightly. Breathy moans escape from both of you, your tongues sliding against each other in a fight of dominance. Your legs wrap around his torso tightly, trying to take up whatever tiny space may be unoccupied between you.
His abdominal muscles flex beneath your core, making you whimper at even the slightest bit of friction. You needed more.
Your hands grasp frantically at the back of his t-shirt, signaling him to take it off. He chuckles into your kiss and obliges, breaking the kiss so he can slip it off. You can't help but stare at his muscular body for a few seconds before attacking his mouth with yours again. He wraps his arms around your body again as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Your cunt feels his cock through his jeans, a moan of pleasure leaving your lips at the feeling. He presses harder into you, and your hips start to buck themselves along him. Eren groans into the kiss, the complete ecstasy of feeling your wet cunt rubbing on him taking over. A thought flashes through his mind, and he gets an idea to do something he's wanted to for a long time.
His large hands grasp your ass, tightening the soft flesh when it comes in contact. Without breaking his lips away from yours, he flips your positions. You break away from him, a look of confusion on your face.
"YN, I want you to sit on my thigh.”
His hands work to unbutton his jeans as you shakily stand up in between his legs. As he pulls them down, you can clearly see his hard cock through his boxers. You have to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of it.
The jeans fall to the floor with one final tug, leaving his muscular thighs on display for you. His hand pats one, urging you to take your seat. Your obedient self complies without hesitation, placing your legs on either side of it. You lower yourself onto him, a shudder running up your spine as your clit comes in contact with the hard muscle. His hands ghost your hips, the light touches bringing a whimper to your lips.
"Look at me, YN."
You look into his now dark eyes, his pupils dilated so much that there’s also no green visible in them. His fingers grip the skin of your hips tighter, pulling them closer to him as you clit rubs on him.
"C’mon baby,” he groans, the feeling of your wet pussy causing his head to fall back. “Show me how badly you want it.”
Your hands move from his chest to his shoulders, helping yourself balance as your hips begin to move on their own. Eren brings his head forward to watch the sight of you fucking yourself on him. Every quiet moan and whimper from you has his cock growing with need, aching to be inside you.
"You don't have to be quiet, YN.” he rasps, his lips softly kissing your jawline. “We're the only ones here, angel."
Eren’s lips begin to kiss down your neck, making his way to your breasts. You feel his hand on your back for a second, and then your bra is sliding down your arms. You let go of his shoulders long enough for him to completely remove your bra, grabbing hold again once you’re free of its restraints.
The sensation of his mouth on your nipple brings out a loud moan. He flicks it with his tongue while his other hand start's kneading your free breast. You feel your hips bucking at a more rapid pace, the pleasure all becoming too much.
"Eren,” you pant, your nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m gonna come.”
He detaches his mouth from your breast and brings it to your ear.
“You’re so pretty when you’re fucking my thigh,” he hisses, flexing his thigh muscle against your needy pussy.
The hardened muscle brings a new mound of pleasure to the surface, your orgasm dangerously close. Eren’s eyes watch as your hips try to maintain their rhythm, frantically trying to chase your need to cum.
"So needy,” he groans, his hands moving back to your hips to aid in the process.
“Eren, please,” you beg, your release just within your grasp.
“Make a mess, baby. Let it all go.”
Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, a string of curses leaving your lips as Eren pulls you into a feverish kiss. His hands work your hips through it all, not wasting even an ounce of pleasure. Your arms wrap around his back, keeping your shaking body balanced as he helps you. As much as he would love to watch your face while you completely fall apart on him, he knows he’ll have another opportunity to witness it.
When your legs finally stop shaking, you break the kiss, gently putting your head on his shoulder. His hands leave your hips, snaking their way to your back as he pulls you closer to him.
“You did so good, baby,” he whispers in your ear, the praise causing a shudder to run through your body.
Your lips find his neck, placing soft kisses on his inked skin. A breath hitches in his throat at the feeling of your gentle lips on his skin, his cock aching with need as he imagines them wrapped around it. How your wet mouth would feel as he fucked it, the feeling of your throat tightening on him as you gasped for air.
“YN,” he croaks, trying not to get ahead of himself.
You pull yourself back, finding yourself getting lost in his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight.
“You did so well, princess,” he says quietly, feeling your pussy clench at the praise. “Now, let me show you just how good I can make you feel.”