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“You’re annoying,” you had told him once.
“Yeah, well, you’re no walk in the park either, princess,” had been his sarcastic response.
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A deep voice called your name, and you turned around, bouncy hair swaying along with your movements.
“Hey there, pretty girl!” Jean playfully yelled, and the rest of your friends joined in to compliment you.
You smiled bashfully, playfully posing to display your outfit before blowing kisses to all of your friends. You were wearing a thin red dress, both casual and stylish for the night ahead. You were a bit annoyed at the fact that you had to pull the dress down every time it rode up with the slightest of movements, and you secretly hoped you didn’t flash anyone tonight. The dress did compliment your tits, displaying them in a teasing yet comfortable way, and that was reason enough for you to ignore the slight annoyance. You relished in the fact that this dress showed off your toned body, and you grew excited at the night ahead.
You were all currently at Sasha’s house, preparing to leave for the new club that had opened downtown. You typically weren’t one for nights out, as you preferred relaxing after your long week of classes and work, yet it had been way too long since your last club visit, and you had been itching to let loose. Your friends, noticing the brutal stress you had been under this past week in particular, took advantage of your restless state and planned a night out with the rest of your friend group.
“I swear to god, if Reiner doesn’t show up in the next thirty seconds, I’m gonna— yo, Reiner! What’s up man?”
You joined in the laughter at Connie’s embarrassment, and you moved to hug Reiner, who had just entered the house. He whistled playfully at the sight of you, and you shoved him with your hip.
“Looking good,” Reiner lowly mumbled with a smirk, your name slipping out of his lips.
“I could say the same to you!” You teasingly smiled, and he ran a hand through his long blonde hair, attempting to conceal his slight blush.
“Yeah, the goatee has that effect on the ladies,” he boasted, running his hands down his goatee teasingly and you rolled your eyes, shoving him with your hip again.
The room was bustling with excitement and activity, and you silently observed everyone, enjoying the lively atmosphere. Sasha, who had been standing next to you, began to talk loudly to get everyone’s attention.
“Alright, listen up!” Sasha quickly threw a handful of potato chips in her mouth, before elaborating. “We’re all here now, and we’re taking Armin’s van, so if you’re not ready to roll out in, like, five minutes, we’re leaving you behind!”
Some people began to jokingly boo Sasha, and she ignored them, reminding everyone to pre-game as much as they wanted, since word got out that the club wouldn’t sell to minors. You swiftly made your way to the kitchen, itching for something to loosen yourself up for the night. You passed by Armin, who sent a quick apologetic smile towards you, and you briefly wondered why when your eyes met deep jade ones from across the room.
Understanding crossed your features, and you internally prepared yourself for the interaction.
“No use turning around now, is there, princess?” He sarcastically rasped.
Composing yourself briefly, you walked to the counter, pretending as if you hadn’t seen or heard Eren.
“A little too old for the silent treatment, don’t you think?”
You grimaced and turned around, leaning your body against the counter.
“Eren, hey!” You exclaimed with fake enthusiasm, blinking many times for dramatics, before your eyes grew half-lidded and your features dropped into a bored expression, “Happy?”
“Good girl,” he mocked, an unamused look on his features.
You took the time to observe him subtly. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, though you didn’t really see much use for it since you could clearly see the indentations of his broad chest down to his stomach. You noticed a black leather jacket draped across his chair. His biceps flexed with every movement of his arms, and you forced yourself to avert your eyes from them.
God, you really needed to get laid.
His hair had been messily pulled back into his signature bun, and dark wisps fell over his forehead, framing his handsome face in a way that made you look twice. He was sitting at Sasha’s kitchen table, legs wide open and stretched out in front of him, as his arm rested on the table. His black pants only complimented his muscular thighs, and your eyes trailed up over his figure, before meeting his amused eyes again. You looked away quickly, attempting to hide your warming face.
Eren smirked.
“You checking me out?”
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Jackass,” you venomously snapped, realizing how tightly wound you were already becoming.
“Woah, the claws are out already! Princess having a bad day or something?” Eren cooed mockingly, and you turned around, fully aware that you were falling into his trap, yet irritated enough to not care.
You especially hated when he called you “princess”.
“Did you ever think maybe I act like this because you’re just a shitty person?” You spat, not caring at all if you were being too harsh.
You loved your friend group, you really did, but you really really disliked Eren.
You noticed his eyes had darted down to your thigh, and you looked down only to see that your dress had ridden up considerably.
Pervert.
“Case in point,” you muttered lowly, eyebrows twitching in irritation.
You scoffed and adjusted it, before hastily looking around for a drink. Once your eyes landed on a shot glass, you filled it up with the closest bottle of Vodka, and threw your head back to drink it, internally cringing at the burn in your throat. You glanced back at Eren, who had now bent one of his legs closer to him. Eren had ignored your insult, smile widening at your attitude.
Silence fell in the kitchen, an odd contrast to the booming atmosphere in the living room. No matter how hard you tried, Eren’s presence was too heavy to ignore. Regardless, you took advantage of the few minutes of silence, as you grew lost in your thoughts, recalling the hard week you had endured. Suddenly feeling eyes on you, you snuck a quick glance at Eren’s large form, and you grew embarrassed upon noticing that he was already watching you.
He silently motioned with a tilt of his head to something on the table, catching your attention. Curiosity trumping your annoyance, you peered down at his hands, and noticed his fingers delicately rolling a joint.
“You wanna smoke?”
Normally, you would’ve immediately declined the invitation, especially since it was coming from Eren, yet your mouth moved before your mind could catch up.
“Yeah, I’m down.”
You hesitantly moved towards him, yet Eren seemed to sense your uncertainty. He shot you an inviting smile, and you faltered at the charm that radiated from him. He really was so handsome— it was a shame he was such an unbearable person.
He gently pushed the chair next to him, a silent invitation for you to sit, and you rolled your eyes, irritated once more.
“Ever the gentleman, aren’t you?”
He let out a breathy laugh, and for a fleeting second you forgot how unusual it was being somewhat civil with Eren. A strange feeling came across you at the pleasant sound.
You watched as he finished rolling the blunt, and he raised it towards you to lick the paper. You shot him a questioning glance, and he sent an encouraging nod. Too excited to experience a high and let loose for the first time in a while, you conceded and leaned forward, wetting your lips before sticking your tongue out and licking along the rolling paper that Eren held.
Your eyes rose and you glanced up at him as you continued to lick, and his intense green eyes unwaveringly held your own. Your breath hitched at the intensity of the moment, and you noticed Eren’s grasp on the joint grow tighter. You pulled away when you were finished, and his long ring-clad fingers resumed perfecting the joint.
He angled his head down slightly, pulling a red lighter out of his pocket. You rose a questioning eyebrow at Eren when he offered the joint to you.
“Ladies first,” he sweetly teased, before leaning in closer, “And here you said I wasn’t a gentleman.”
You were shocked into silence at the effortless charm he had. This was nothing like the Eren you had interacted with since college had started. You thought back to the snarky fuckboy you’ve had the pleasure of interacting with, and you internally grimaced.
“Thanks,” you mumbled, taking the joint from his large hands and sticking it between your parted lips. Eren leaned closer, and the smell of his cologne wafted through the air.
You shivered.
His large hand cupped the joint, eyes furrowed intently on the task, before he used his other hand to flick the lighter and hold it to the other end. The two of you were in this position momentarily, and he leaned back in satisfaction once it was lit.
You inhaled and felt the ashy taste roll through your mouth before hitting the back of your throat. You held the puff in, before softly exhaling, relief washing over you slowly. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, basking in the feeling of the weed washing over you. You let out a soft moan.
Unbeknownst to you, Eren uncomfortably shifted.
You took one more hit, before passing it back to Eren, and he took the joint from you, leisurely taking his own two hits. Your soft hair splayed around you, as you tilted your head forward again, feeling both the weed and the alcohol take effect.
“God, I really needed that,” you softly mumbled, and Eren’s eyes shot up towards you, curiosity glimmering in them.
“Being a buzzkill can be tiring, I guess,” he responded, and you bit your inner cheek at the jab.
“Oh, not as tiring as being a fuckboy, I’d assume,” you bit back, surprising yourself— and him— with the lack of heat in your response.
What the hell was wrong with you?
You blamed it on the weed.
Your ears perked up as you heard that familiar breathy laughter, and you opened your eyes to see Eren lick his lips as he chuckled. You hated that you really liked the sound.
“No, but seriously— is it school?” He genuinely asked, passing the blunt to you again.
You were startled at the sincerity in his voice, and you blinked quickly. “Why do you care?”
You didn’t mean for it to come off as harsh as it did, but even intoxicated, you were aware of how weird it was for you and Eren to be sitting here, enjoying each other’s company for this long.
“I... I mean this is the most we’ve ever talked to each other, and... and I don’t like you,” you bluntly stated, before your eyes widened, and you reached over to rest a dainty hand on his muscular arm. “Sorry! I didn’t mean it like that, but you, uh. We don’t like each other.”
And there he was smiling that boyish smile. You felt a strange feeling in your chest.
“Who said I don’t like you, baby?” He cooed, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes once again.
“Don’t call me that,” you halfheartedly mumbled, retracting your hand from his arm to play with your hair.
You conveniently ignored the heat that shot through you at the pet name.
You thought about it for a few more minutes, taking a hit, before exhaling softly and speaking.
“Yeah, it’s school. I have to start studying for my MCAT,” you softly confessed, “Pre-med is just really stressful, you know? Shit’s got me really drained... don't know if I have what it takes.”
Eren listened intently, his attention solely on you. He watched you take another hit, and he responded.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” his deep voice spoke your name, “I think you’ve got what it takes. Believe me, underneath that pretty head of yours is one massive fucking brain.”
You laughed bashfully, and Eren’s grin widened upon hearing the musical noise. You didn’t know Eren was even remotely aware of your academic achievements. A small sense of pride bubbled in your chest and you basked in it.
“No, but seriously,” he continued, “From what I’ve seen, you gotta let loose a little more. You’re gonna go batshit if you keep up this insane workload.”
“And your idea of letting loose is smoking weed with me in Sasha’s kitchen?” You incredulously laughed.
“Oh, absolutely,” he grinned, gently accepting the blunt from you, “But there are other ways you could let loose like, shit, I don’t know— when was the last time you fucked someone?”
Maybe it was the weed that made you so loose-lipped. Your face grew warm at the thought, and you dryly laughed.
“A year, I think?” You laughed in embarrassment again, before shyly adding, “It doesn’t really bug me anyway, my fingers do the job just fine.”
Eren stilled and his breath hitched, as he blinked a couple of times. He shifted again. You froze, and you felt your cheeks grow incredibly hot.
“I... I don’t know why I said that,” you hastily spoke, before throwing your head back and laughing loudly. You and Eren had been passing the blunt between yourselves, and you just noticed how small it had gotten.
“Alright, I think that’s enough for you, Princess Lightweight,” he chuckled, attempting to alleviate the dirty images that were wrecking his brain, as he reached over to gently pry the blunt from your grasp. He quickly discarded it before turning his attention back to you.
Eren silently observed you, his heart racing after what you had just told him. He was already practically semi-hard after seeing you walk into the house, yet he didn’t think it could get any worse— until you two started talking. His green eyes danced around your figure, swallowing in the sight of you in a relaxed and playful mood. He had never seen you like this, and Eren reveled in the fact that your icy demeanor had disappeared for the first time around him. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed your plump lips form his name.
“Eren?”
“Yes, dear?” He teased, and you chose to forego your typical eye roll, instead snickering softly.
He liked your laugh.
“When was the last time you fucked someone?” You shyly asked, curiosity (and weed) overpowering your embarrassment at asking such a question.
You knew you were being too naïve, too hopeful, and too horny. Never would you have thought that you’d be sitting here, silently hoping Eren would read your mind and fuel your fantasies, but you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards him in the moment.
You finally understood just why he was the resident fuckboy.
You scooted your chair closer to him, choosing to face him directly. The jerky action caused your tits to bounce slightly, and a heat spread throughout your stomach when you saw Eren’s eyes shamelessly dart down to them, mesmerized by the movement. Your eyes felt heavy from the weed, yet you couldn’t believe how confident you felt.
Eren’s eyes glanced up from your chest, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He swallowed, leaning back in his chair, and spreading his legs even wider, draping his arm on the chair next to him.
“A week ago.”
You felt your little fantasy shatter, and your eyes widened at his response. Right, you thought to yourself, You said it yourself— he’s the resident fuckboy!
You didn’t mind a casual hookup, but sex did have some meaning to you, and you were glad your fantasy was quickly brought to an end. You were too smart to let yourself be the new addition to the long list of girls who’ve been played by Eren Jaeger.
“Oh, right,” you mumbled, attempting to conceal your disappointed tone. Suddenly you were itching for another shot.
Eren’s eyebrows furrowed at the sudden change in your behavior, and he sat up straighter. “Hey, are you—”
“Hey, Eren! Come on, man, it’s time to—” Jean yelled in annoyance, before coming to a stop when he walked in the kitchen, “Oh, uh. Hey, guys.”
Everyone in the group had gotten used to yours and Eren’s immediate aversion to each other. While at first, it had been worrisome considering you were all a tightly-knit friend group, they all came to accept it— apart from a few snarky exchanges between you two here and there, you both kept it mostly civil for the sake of the group.
Jean was reeling from the too civil sight of you and Eren sitting so close together.
“Are you... are you guys, uh, good?” Jean slowly asked, when he narrowed his stare at Eren. “You behaving, Jaeger?”
Even slightly intoxicated, you could sense the silent threat in Jean’s voice. You sent an appreciative smile to the taller man.
“Yeah, man, we just smoked a blunt,” Eren casually responded, his focus still on you.
You nodded in agreement, standing up quickly to walk over to Jean. He had noticed your hazy red eyes along with Eren’s, so he smiled again— still a little unsettled at the sight of you two being so friendly— before gesturing to the front door.
“Well I'd hurry it up or Sasha's gonna leave you two behind!”
You all had made it outside, and you patiently stood in the cool air, as you waited for everyone to pile into the van. Eren was standing behind you, and you decided to completely ignore his presence (which was no easy feat, considering he was now wearing the leather jacket). You felt a bit uncomfortable, secretly regretting wearing such a short and thin dress— especially now that you were turned on. You felt goosebumps begin to form on your arms, and you wrapped your arms around yourself to warm yourself up a little, releasing a shaky breath.
You heard a rustling noise behind you, yet you decided to ignore it. You squeaked in surprise when a warm jacket was draped over your shoulders, and you turned around swiftly, only to be met with the sight of Eren in his tight white shirt. You looked down to confirm that he had wrapped his leather jacket around you.
Your half-lidded eyes widened slightly, and a soft blush had set into your face. “Wh—”
The jacket smelled so good, and you had to will yourself not to reach down and wrap it tighter around yourself. There was a faint smell of weed, yet his cologne, his enticing cologne, overpowered the smell, and you felt the heat pool in your lower stomach again.
“Don’t want you to freeze to death. Hypothermia is bad, right, Little Miss Pre-med?” He shot you that playful smile, and you stood dumbfounded.
You were once again stunned into silence at the effortless charm that radiated off of him. You couldn’t help but blink quickly as you began to push your arms through the sleeves of the large jacket, and you were amazed at the fact that it reached below your dress. Your cheeks grew warmer when you realized you liked it.
“Okay, bad news— there’s only one seat left,” Sasha interrupted, and you two turned around to face her.
Armin was driving, and Reiner sat up front with him, considering he was the largest of you ten. Jean, Mikasa, Marco, and Bertholdt squeezed together on the three seats in the middle, and Sasha had chosen to sit on Mikasa’s lap. You observed the varying levels of drunk that everyone was, yet the drunkest one by far was Connie, who was currently slumped over in one of the two seats in the third row. The last seat was the one next to him.
Realization set in, and you sent a silent thank you to God that you were sober enough to drive home. Though you were extremely disappointed, you attempted to cheer yourself up; spending your Friday night alone wouldn’t be too bad— maybe you could catch up on your chemistry notes. You began to fish for your keys in the pocket of your clutch, and failed to notice the movement around you.
“It’s okay, I’m good to drive home, so—”
You felt a sudden gentle grasp on your arm, before you were swiftly pulled into the third row of the van, and seated on something warm and comfortable. The doors to the van had shut, and everyone cheered at successfully being able to fit ten people in a Armin’s seven seater.
You, meanwhile, had gone rigid upon realizing that you were sitting in Eren’s lap. You sat still, your eyes widening significantly. You slowly turned your head to look at him, yet you were met with his shit-eating smirk. His cool eyes peered down into your own, and you blinked multiple times.
Even with you perched on his lap, Eren was still taller than you.
You glanced around, desperately hoping no one could see the clear embarrassment and discomfort radiating off of you, yet everyone seemed too excited for the night ahead. Animated chatter filled the air, and it turned into cheers and slurred singing when Reiner took the AUX to play music loud enough to give a club a run for its money. You glanced at Connie, who was slouched forward, resting his head on Mikasa and Sasha’s seat, talking to the two.
“Easy there, princess,” Eren suddenly leaned forward to whisper in your ear, and you shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on your ear.
Not wanting to let Eren find out just how hot and bothered you were, you haughtily faced forward and adjusted your position so you were sitting comfortably. You made sure to intentionally whip your long hair in his face as you turned around.
Eren’s grin widened from behind you, and amusement danced in his eyes at the entertaining sight.
The club was thirty minutes away, and you internally groaned at the absurdly long amount of time you’d have to spend on Eren’s lap. Belatedly, you realized his hands were nowhere near you, one resting at his side on the seat, while the other was holding his head up as it rested on the cup holders towards the side.
Huh, you mused, So he's keeping his hands to himself.
It had been ten minutes, and the ride had been uneventful for the most part. You had joined in on the singing, though you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy as much due to how hyperaware you were of Eren. You snuck glances at him throughout the ride, silently admiring how handsome he looked staring out the window and basking in his high. The neon lights from the surrounding buildings and cars only served to highlight his perfectly straight and chiseled features.
You quickly looked away when his lips quirked up into an amused smile, despite him still continuing to stare out the window.
You attempted to shield yourself with your hair, mentally agreeing with yourself that you would not subject yourself to more embarrassment— you’ve already done plenty of damage and the night hadn’t even started.
Just then, Armin ran over a pothole, causing the van to jolt forward and backwards quickly. You let out an almost inaudible whimper when you felt your core rub up and down Eren’s thigh with the movement. Mortified, you froze and glanced around to see if any of your friends had noticed— they hadn’t. Armin yelled an apology over the music, and the lively atmosphere resumed. Eren hadn’t made any indication that he noticed, so you exhaled softly in relief.
You couldn’t deny the amount of heat that shot through you at the subtle movement. You briefly wondered if you’d be able to do it again without catching Eren’s attention. Blaming your risky actions on the weed and the alcohol again, you bit your lip softly and slowly rolled your hips against Eren’s thigh, attempting to play it off as you adjusting yourself. You paused, waiting for any sign that Eren had caught on, and you grinned to yourself when he didn’t change his position.
You continued your slow tenuous movements, your breathing growing slightly quicker at the feeling against of Eren’s muscular thigh against you. You felt yourself throb down there, and you pretended to adjust his leather jacket on you as you moved slightly faster. The heat that had pooled in your stomach began to grow hotter and hotter, when you suddenly felt his warm breath against your ear again.
“I know exactly what you’re doing,” he cheekily whispered, though you noticed an uncharacteristic rasp to his voice.
You stopped immediately, mortification eating you alive, as the guilt began to replace the arousal you were just feeling. You attempted to turn around to apologize profusely, when you felt two large hands sneak underneath the jacket to grip your hips. Your mouth went dry.
“Don’t stop on my account, baby. Go ahead,” he encouraged, and you could clearly envision the smirk that you heard in his deep voice.
You hesitantly began to move again, yet you gasped when his hands moved your body quicker, a silent encouragement from Eren to go faster. Eventually, you took over again, rolling your hips faster against his thigh, and you let out a shaky breath at the intense heat that began pooling in your stomach again. It was only heightened when Eren adjusted the two of you so that your back was flush against his chest, and you were pressed into his hardening crotch as you sat perched on his thigh.
Eren angled his face to continue to subtly whisper into your ear, while smoothing the side of your face and your ear with his mouth.
“There’s a good girl,” he cooed, lips dragging across your jawline up to your ear, “Fuck. You're so fucking pretty.”
His praise lit a fire within you, and you began to move faster, as you rolled your head back to rest on his broad shoulder. You closed your eyes, attempting to stifle your soft moans. You were grateful for Eren’s jacket, as it created a sort of barrier to conceal your actions from the others.
Eren flexed his thigh by lifting up his ankle so that its weight rested on the tip of his foot, and you felt the coil within your stomach so close to snapping. He continued to whisper in your ear and kiss alongside your jaw, before nipping at your ear.
“Look at the mess you’re making on my thigh, baby. You and your pretty little tits,” he rasped, and he used his left hand to softly skim up your body underneath the jacket.
His large hand stopped to palm at your tit, and he let it bounce slightly, before groaning lowly in your ear at the sight, and continuing up until his hand rested on your throat, making sure not to apply any pressure. You began to pant heavily at the feeling of his hand around your throat, and you knew you were seconds away from a really fucking good orgasm.
Eren sent soft kisses down your jawline to your neck before he darted his tongue out to wet the spot that connected the two areas. He then began to softly kiss, suck, and nip at the area, and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling. Eren shamelessly glanced down, mesmerized by the soft bouncing of your tits with every movement, before darting to the sheen slick that was on his thigh.
Your right arm quickly moved to wrap around Eren’s neck from behind you, and you ran your fingers through his soft hair, making sure not to undo his bun. He held in a groan at the feeling, and he urged you to move faster against his thigh. Eren noticed how far up your dress had ridden, and he moved the hand that had been resting on your hip to caress the soft skin of your thighs.
You were aware that if anyone turned around, they’d be met with the sight of you and Eren entangled within each other, yet you really didn’t care. You were enveloped in his alluring smell, all you could feel was his warm chest and arms, all you could hear was his deep groans and praises, all you could think was Eren.
Your orgasm was so close, you could feel yourself beginning to clench around nothing, and you rolled your hips harder against his thigh, your ass slightly making contact with his own clothed cock.
Eren noticed your approaching orgasm, and he began to encourage you again.
“Shit— come on, baby, cum all over my thighs. I’ve got you, come on.”
You let out a loud whimper at his dirty whispering, and you were right there when—
“We’re here!”
Loud cheers erupted within the van, and your movements came to a jerky stop when the lights throughout the van turned on with the opening of the doors. You noticed just how heavily you were panting, and you cringed in embarrassment at what you had just done.
Eren’s large hands were still gripping your hips.
You detangled your hand from his silky hair before shakily twisting your upper body around, and resting both your hands on his chest as you looked up at him. He gazed down at you with a lazy smirk on his face, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. You felt an indescribable warmth spread throughout your chest at the sight. You blinked quickly to distract yourself from your thoughts, and shame spread throughout your body.
“I... I’m so sorry, Eren, I uh— I don’t know wh—”
“Yo, you coming, Jaeger and— oh,” Reiner paused upon noticing the intimate position the two of you were in, though he was more shocked at the fact that it was you two. “Uh, you guys coming?”
You quickly looked around and noticed you were in the basement of a parking garage, and the van was suddenly empty. Your friends were all expectantly staring at you and Eren, with varying levels of surprise and amusement at the compromising position you two were in. You internally grimaced, and your hands shot down from his broad chest to rest in your lap. Before you could move, Eren’s hold on your hips tightened underneath the jacket, away from their view.
“Our little lightweight, here, isn’t feeling too well. I’ll stay with her and if she’s feeling better, we’ll come down and join you,” he smoothly spoke in a way that left no room for arguments from your friends.
He briefly looked down at you, and you paused as he tilted his head forward, as if he were silently asking for permission. You sent a subtle nod, mesmerized with the intensity of his bright eyes.
“Yeah,” you shakily agreed turning to your friends, though you noticed some of your friends were still slightly unconvinced. You sat up straighter, finally processing Eren’s teasing.
“Our little fuckboy, here,” you shot an annoyed glare at Eren as you mimicked him before turning to your friends again, “gave me some bad weed, but I think I just need to rest a little, and I’ll be fine!”
Eren’s grin only widened at your little jab.
Cute, he thought.
Bertholdt froze at the interaction and subtly turned to look at Jean, Reiner, and Connie, who all stood dumbstruck.
“Are they... flirting?” He asked incredulously.
“I think so?”
“What the fuck!”
“Reiner, pay up, man!”
Mikasa observed the two and turned to Armin upon her realization, only to be met with the sight of a tired Armin and a knowing look on his face. She offered a sympathetic smile, and Armin returned it with an appreciative one, before fishing his keys out of his pocket and handing it to Eren, signaling for the others to follow him and head to the club.
One by one, your friends offered encouraging words for you to get better before they left, and you felt slightly guilty that you were lying to them just to fuck Eren Jaeger. You were too lost in your thoughts to notice the threatening looks some of your friends had sent Eren, and the reassuring nod he had sent in response. The door slid shut, and the lights inside the van grew dim, as you realized you were now completely alone with Eren, and pressed into his hard crotch.
“Little fuckboy, huh?” Eren grinned, lifting the leg that you were perched on so that you toppled closer towards his broad chest.
Your hands automatically flew up to rest on his chest as you looked up at him, your blush darkening. You glared up at him playfully.
“You just graduated from the I-hate-you stage to the I-can-maybe-tolerate-you stage— do you really wanna ruin your progress?” You teased, biting on your tongue as you smiled.
A warmth erupted in Eren’s chest, and not for the first time that night, he chastised himself for seeking other girls’ companies out when you were always right there. He began to smile so widely and sincerely that you couldn’t help but mimic his contagious smile.
“And what if I say you’re at the can-I-take-you-out-on-a-date-soon stage?” He rasped, leaning in closer to you.
Your breath hitched, and the strange butterflies that hadn’t left your stomach went crazy. A sweet warmth made its way throughout your body, and you blinked quickly before meeting his enchanting eyes again.
“I’d say my answer depends on how hard you fuck me right now.”
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