HOT SINGLE DAD EREN
Ok and what if Levi is over one day, and he runs into Eren walking out of the shower with a white towel slung low over his hips, his damp hair clinging to his glistening skin. It’s fucking SENSUAL as fuck and he grins all innocently at Levi and that makes it a million times worse.
Later that day Eren is sitting at his desk all cramped over a laptop and Levi happens to walk by the door to his office to see him stretch, the dark material lifting up over his stomach and exposing perfectly tanned skin and wiry muscle. Levi’s eyes catch the darkly curling happy trail leading into the waistband of Eren’s tight jeans.
He barely contains a gasp and walks quickly past the door and back into Isabel’s room.
“Dude,” Levi says, his eyes still seeing the tight expanse of muscle and honey brown skin. “Duuuuuddde.”
“What,” Isabel says, chewing the end of her hair and staring at her phone.
“Your dad is HOT AS FUCK,” Levi says, intensely, pushing the hair back from his face and then giving Isabel a lopsided grin.
“Stop smiling like that you creep,” she responds, slamming a pillow into Levi’s face. “That’s my DAD.”
“Yeah, a DILF to be more precise,” Levi gasps against the pillow.
yes, more of this. all of it.