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Muse | Chapter 10 (a)

Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Eren x f!reader

Rating: NSFW - MDNI

Content Warning: Language, angst, mild smut, making out, fingering, that’s all

Author’s Note: Listen to cigarettes after sex for this omg. This is part 1 of the final chapter and it ties up the story pretty well I think. Part 2 will be more like an epilogue with a shit ton of smut lmao. I truly enjoyed writing this one. I hope you guys like it.

~ Eren’s Birdie

Heartbreaks cloud everything with a melancholic haze. Memories and days pass you by and you feel like a passenger in the backseat of a fast car – neither knowing where the road is leading because you’re not the one driving, nor being able to ever completely grasp the blurry scenery out of the window.

It was unbelievable. How could you feel so hurt by someone who you hadn’t even given your whole self to? How could someone who had been in your life for such little time have such a big hold on you already? So much for wanting to protect your heart.

You didn’t hear back from Eren at all when you left him stranded. The next day, Annie and Minseo didn’t have to confront you about it, you told them everything that had happened between you and Eren willingly – from the first kiss to last night’s fight. They did not pass any judgement or advice even once, but simply listened to their friend emptying her burdened heart out.

But when you did ask for advice, they’d concluded exactly what your brain had been telling you – while it wasn’t Eren’s intention and he may have tried to be what you wanted even if it was in his own weird ways, it was in his nature to hurt you ultimately. And while you were hurt by him, you’d made sure to give him the hurt back just as sharply when you said those hurtful things to him. Annie assured you that it wasn’t broken beyond repair, but you knew wounded pride only grows deeper when messed with. It was an unsaid declaration – your and Eren’s relation was severed and neither of you was going to be the first one to try to fix it.

You never believed in trying to drown your sorrows in alcohol or parties. But the way you were coping instead would make the former seem like a better idea. You had resorted to solitude to fill the space in your heart left by Eren. Wasn’t it so dramatic? Giving your heart to someone who never asked for it?

Nevertheless, here you were, two weeks later, skipping the end of semester party at Reiner’s for the comfort of your lonely room. Your exams and final jury had ended two days ago with you getting by with all the energy you could muster up and you were glad that you’d finished all your projects in time before falling in your pitiful despair.

Despite not wanting any new updates about him, you knew the MBA kids had their last exam today. It was inevitable since you were still part of the group and Armin would drop by ever so often to spend time with Annie. You had successfully managed to avoid seeing Eren at all for the past two weeks since all you ever did was go straight to class and back home after the day’s exam schedule was over.

Your friends know you would come around at your own pace so don’t bother forcing you any further. They simply tell you to call or text if you need them and you’re glad they leave you to your devices.

“You know, Eren isn’t coming either. Armin told me,” Annie begins.

“I don’t care, Ann” you sigh.

“Just saying… since he’s not coming, maybe you could?”

“I already told–” you’re interrupted when you get a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?” You answer the call.

“Hey, this is Lenny, Mrs. Kang's assistant and the committee head for our upcoming Art Exhibition,” a voice from the other side answers.

“Oh,” you remember the student but you’re confused why he was calling you at 5 in the evening out of the blue.

“Sorry to disturb you but the prof wanted to see you regarding your piece for the fest. Do you have time to come to Studio 1 right now?” He informs you.

“Umm…” you look up at Annie, thinking briefly before answering, “Sure, please give me, like… 15 minutes?”

“Okay, sure. She's reviewing the other pieces so come soon. Bye.”

“‘Kay, bye,” you greet back before hanging up and looking at Annie, “Mrs. Kang wants to review my painting. So, see you later. Count me out.”

“Fine. Bye. Love you, don't work too hard,” Annie sighs, already predicting that this would've been the outcome anyway.

You simply give her a tired smile as you get up off the sofa to get ready to leave. You're quick to put on an oversized t-shirt with jeans but don't bother packing your painting materials since you really weren't in the mood to paint today. This had been a repeated pattern and you were frustrated with yourself for ignoring the thing you loved the most due to a silly heartbreak for the first time. You had zero motivation for the piece you were meant to submit to the art exhibit as it lay incomplete in a corner of Studio 1.

You wonder if seeing such half-arsed efforts was the reason Mrs. Kang was calling you in person. Avoiding the party wasn’t the only reason you agreed to go to the college right away. It was mainly because some part of you still held onto hope that you could make something decent in the remaining few days before the University’s Art Exhibition. While the first year event wasn’t as big a deal as the final year inter-college one, some art dealers were often invited to provide the students with a good opportunity to make some connections and get commissioned.

As you climb up the stairs of the studio building, you’re huffing and breaking a sweat, already feeling as if you were living in the body of an 80-year-old. You really needed to get back to pilates and yoga which you’d stopped doing recently without even realising it. But then again, you weren’t in the mood to do anything much these days anyway. Lost in thought, you turn to the corridor but come to an abrupt halt, almost bumping into the person approaching from the opposite end.

Eren.

All your huffing and puffing gets caught in the back of your throat. Your eyes meet and your heart feels like it physically hurts to see him. He looks so handsome and your adoration is laced with a certain sadness that also reflects in his eyes. So you break eye contact as you walk past him and don’t dare to glance back till you hear footsteps growing distant behind you.

Seeing the empty hallway behind, you weren’t sure what exactly you were expecting of him, but you feel disappointed nonetheless. You exhale deeply as you turn to walk towards the studio room, and all of a sudden it feels as if you’re dragging your feet to get there. You knock softly on the door and Mrs Kang instructs you to come in.

“Hi,” you’re surprised at how meek your voice sounds. Getting more annoyed at yourself by the minute for letting Eren have such a strong effect on you without even doing anything.

“Hi, please come in,” Mrs. Kang is observing Marco’s painting that was almost finished, jotting down notes for later. There’s another student who’d just finished her talk with the professor and she bids goodbye before leaving the room. You wait to the side, taking the plastic cover off your half-dried painting.

After about 5 minutes, Mrs. Kang hands the notes to Lenny, instructing him to relay the pointers and feedback she had to give to all the other students. Lenny walks out, leaving you and the professor alone in the room as she stands in front of your painting, not really observing it as if she’d already made up her mind about it.

“Is everything alright with you?” Her tone is soft.

You’re surprised that that is the first question coming out of her mouth. She recognises the look on your face so answers your unasked question.

“You don’t have to say anything. Your work speaks for you. You’re one of the brightest I’ve ever seen. This is nowhere close to your level so something must be going on with you for it to affect your work so badly.”

“No, it’s nothing like that,” you mumble, trying and failing to dismiss her claim.

“Emotion is not your enemy. You feel things and you express them through your art. I know it may seem harsh but this painting already looks soulless… as if it were made by someone unfeeling and distant,” her tone is soft through it all but her words still sting, making you feel bare and unable to hide in front of her.

“Can I be honest?” you sigh as you point to your unfinished painting, “I don't feel motivated at all. I almost don’t want to submit anything to the art exhibit. I know that this is shit… sorry for the language but it really is shit and I honestly have no clue on what I can do to save it.”

“Darling, I don’t know what you’re going through. Kids your age go through a million things… boys, drama, friendship breakups, all that jazz. It is totally up to you if you want to share your predicament with me. I won’t push you to confess what’s affecting you but I do have an advice for you,” she enunciates her words clearly as if she doesn’t want the meaning to be lost even slightly, “Channel it all into your work. You remember the motto for my class? Art doesn’t have to be pretty to be admired. It can be ugly too. The same goes for emotions. So whatever you’re feeling right now, pour them all onto your canvas. Give it your all. Make it ugly if that’s what the hurt inside you is brewing. Just spill it all.”

You simply nod, not trusting yourself to speak without crying.

“And this is not for you. I want to display your piece at the exhibition, then if it has to be this or something new, I don’t mind. What matters is what you want to make now,” Mrs Kang’s voice is clear and stern, “you have about 9 days to submit your piece. I know you, of all people, have what it takes to do it in such a limited time.”

“Okay,” you bow as you take your leave and she gives you a sympathetic yet encouraging smile. When you’re out of the room, you lean against the wall, sighing deeply once again before regaining your composure to walk back in silence to your house.

The talk with Mrs. Kang replays in your head like a broken record, giving you a weird type of motivation despite feeling like a loser. You stop by a local cafe you frequented to eat a big bowl of ramen, not wanting to cook dinner at home. And when you finally reach home, you find it empty just as you’d predicted.

You check your texts to find a message from Annie.

Ann: hi, bb. Kept egg rolls for you in the fridge. Eat it when you feel hungry. Bye.

Ann: Oh and might stay at Armin’s tonight. I’ll call or text you if I decide otherwise.

You: I love you🥹

You: Have fun

You lock your phone and toss it on the bedside table, collapsing on the bed.

On the bright side, at least you had such loving friends.

Your thoughts naturally wander to the encounter you had with Eren just now. You wanted to ask him what the hell was he doing in the fine arts wing, but had to bite your tongue to not be the first to make conversation.

As you scroll through his photos you'd clicked for the photography assignment, you find a few raw files on your phone that you'd never processed and color graded. You feel sad looking at his face in the photos so you exhale deeply as you turn off your phone and tuck yourself into bed, preparing for deep sleep.

02:39 AM

Your eyes are on fire from the brightness when you tap on your phone to check the time. You sit up, a different excitement rushing through your whole body as you turn the lamp on, haphazardly grabbing your pocket book from the bedside table and scribbling away the idea you'd just had in your sleep for the new painting.

You blink the fatigue away as you sketch with charcoal, writing notes for later reference for the concept. Your breathing slows down as you concentrate on the sketch in a meditative state that almost feels like an unbreakable trance.

And before you know it, you're rummaging through the living room to find a blank canvas to start the painting on. But you're met with disappointment when you realise that you had no new canvases left.

You tut in disappointment as you lazily make your way to the fridge to eat Annie's egg rolls as a midnight snack. Growing impatient, you only reheat for 30 seconds before gobbling them down right there and then, standing in front of the microwave. As you're munching on the last piece, you suddenly realise what needs to be done.

You find the painting assignment stacked behind your other canvases. You hold it up with both hands, observing it. This was the painting that had started it all – if Eren hadn't been captivated by it, left the door unlocked leading to the cat spoiling it and you going to confront him in fury, your life would've unfolded a lot differently for the past few months. You decide to paint over it. Afterall, wouldn't it be symbolic to choose the first link of your connection with him to be included in what was about to be the closing act of this drama?

Eren always wanted you to paint him and here you were, doing just that to lay your emotions bare on the canvas. You wanted to reset your feelings with this one… or confess them. You weren't sure yet; all you knew was that you wanted to put out everything you'd be feeling all this time. You really had fallen for Eren. There was no denying it. But you also knew you'd been cautious, holding yourself back in fear of getting your heart broken. He had always been the first one to make a move – despite being far from perfect, he really had tried his best to show his affection the best way he could.

You weren’t foolish enough to think that you could change him in case you were to date him, but you knew you'd take him back if he made a clear declaration of his feelings for you, without keeping things vague. Letting everyone know that he was yours and yours alone. But you didn't want to get ahead of yourself and be deluded again expecting something like that from him. Yet you didn’t want to underestimate his feelings like you'd done before. He was the one pleading and begging you to stay when you'd decided to leave him there, making sure he'd gotten the hurt back just as he had given you.

Now all you could do was be sincere in your effort. When all was said and done, you still longed for him, wanting to believe everything he had said to you. It didn't matter if you got your heart broken… just like he had confessed, ‘if I were to give my heart to someone at the risk of it breaking, I’d gladly give it to you’. So here you were, at almost 4 in the morning, deciding to paint him as a solid declaration of your affection for him.

Setting up the easel and gathering all your materials, you sit down on the floor as you place your phone on your lap to keep checking the photo for reference. It was one of the shots you'd clicked of Eren for the photography assignment which you previously hadn't thought to be too impressive because it felt like it lacked something. But now sitting here, deciding to paint it, you realised that this one was meant to be painted and not photographed.

It's a shot of Eren's back facing you, his hand placed on the edge of the chair, supporting the weight of his slightly tilted torso with back muscles flexing. His head is turnt to look at the camera, eyes in a captivating daze but the look on his face makes him appear almost forlorn.

When you prime the canvas, you add a bit of prussian blue to the primer to match the undertone with the old painting. You only even it out where you want his face to be but leave the other parts slightly bumpy and imperfect, then you take the waste cloth to erase the primer in some parts ever so slightly to reveal the painting under it. And then you wait for it to dry.

04:26 AM

You blink your eyes, feeling them burn in protest. You set a timer for 5 AM, lying down right there on the floor to not get too comfortable during the nap. When your alarm rings, it feels as if you’d barely just slipped into your sleep before being awakened again. You sit up straight and check that the canvas has dried completely so you begin painting.

As your hands work on autopilot, you don’t realise the passing of the time till you feel a tiny sharp pain in your head and your stomach grumbles. It was past 11 AM now. Your eyes were almost on fire now as you hadn’t really moved except for water and pee breaks. Feeling too tired to go out to eat, you order in food before getting back to your painting. You’re aware that you were stretching yourself too thin but a deep desire and motivation like this needed to be held onto for as long as possible before it had the chance to slip away.

When your food arrives, you scroll through random reels while eating the meal and almost catch yourself doom scrolling for 30 minutes before turning your phone off. You stretch a bit, the fatigue getting to you as you aimlessly stare at the painting for a few minutes before deciding to play some music on the speaker to keep you awake. You begin again.

05:03 PM

You stretch your back as you lean further back to see your progress. The composition and the first layer had been established and you couldn’t believe that you’d painted so much in 12 hours.

Wow… 12 hours.

“Bitch, what the fuck is wrong with you,” the screaming voice wakes you up, making you wince as you open your eyes. It takes a few seconds for you to register your surroundings – an annoyed Annie standing over you as you’re seated with your back against the wall, a concerned Minseo peeping from behind her, and your canvas and painting materials a few feet in front of you.

“Oh no! The painting, I forgot–” you lean forward to check the time on your phone and because you move too quickly, your head’s pounding and you press it to subdue the pain.

06:45 PM

“Ok, up!” it’s Minseo’s turn to be annoyed now as they both grab you by one arm each.

“Guys, I’m totally fine!” you complain as they cage you on the sofa between them, “I just really wanted to paint…”

“Dude, you look like shit, sleep-deprived, didn’t answer any of our calls or texts, and you were sleeping sitting down against the wall!” Annie is scolding you not-so-gently.

“Please…” you wince as you close your eyes and lean back on the sofa, “I didn’t even know you called!”

“We’re just concerned, babe,” Minseo speaks softly, contrasting Annie’s scolding.

“I’m sorry, okay? I forgot to turn off the DND mode,” you sigh.

“Since when have you been up?” Annie is next to question you.

“I don’t know? 2? 3 AM?”

“What an idiot,” she groans, “Okay, enough of the painting, you’re going to bed now.”

“Just look at the painting at least,” you point at it.

“It’s amazing as always, what else? Just go to sleep, finish it tomorrow,” Annie frowns.

“I reused an old painting… the one that Eren had liked,” you mumble and it causes them to both turn to really look at the painting for the first time.

“Oh,” she’s speechless, the anger dissipating, “is that…”

“Eren?” Minseo completes her sentence.

“Yeah, I have to add in the details yet but…” you lean your head on Annie’s shoulder, “I just thought that it was the best way to pour my feelings out… and maybe get over it?”

Minseo rubs your hand gently, “We get what you’re feeling but this is not healthy. How will you paint if you look like you’re about to collapse?”

“Yeah… I will rest once I’m done,” you promise, “It’s acrylic, I don’t have much time to waste.”

“No. You will eat dinner now. We already brought takeaway. And then you’ll sleep and do this tomorrow when you wake up,” Annie states and you know it’s not up for debate. It’s a declaration.

“Yeah, fine,” you sigh as you get up. You drag yourself to the bathroom to shower and wash the paint off you. As you change into fresh clothes, the fatigue takes over you and this time you know you won’t be able to resist. When you return to the living room, your two friends are waiting for you with food spread out on the table.

Midway through dinner, Minseo tells you, “We’re all going camping at the lake side for four days.”

Oh.

Before you even think of declining, Annie chimes in, “And you’re coming with us. Ignore Eren all you want, I don’t care. But you’ll be there for us.”

“But the Art exhib–”

“It’s the day after that,” Annie grins, “No excuses.”

You simply shrug. You didn’t hate the idea – even if you did, your friends were determined to drag you along anyway. So, you give in and ask them for more details – it included everyone in the group chat, with Eren, Armin and Sasha offering to drive to and from the cozy little place tucked 4 hours away from the city. Your friends had sneakily booked cute little cottage rooms lining the lake side of a fancy hotel resort and you knew the trip was definitely going to squeeze your wallet dry. But you deserved a getaway like this, now of all times, so you agree wholeheartedly.

Your friends are more than pleased with you readily agreeing without putting up a fight and are sending you to bed like strict parents when dinner is done. You listen to them like an obedient daughter, satisfied as you go to bed with two things to look forward to.

— — —

The next 5 days are a blur to say the least. You don’t remember doing anything more than painting, sleeping, eating, and taking a break every once in a while to hang out with Annie and Minseo who had been lazing around at the apartment for moral support since they’d already finished their pieces for the exhibition.

You finally add the finishing stroke to your painting with just 3 days left for the exhibit; deciding to stop yourself from overdoing it as the acrylic had started to dry and it needed the remaining few days to finish drying completely.

You shout your friends’ names to call them to the living room as you readjust the easel’s height to make it stand taller and place it in the corner of the room to dry out safely. You stand back, a wave of emotions hitting you like a truck. You loved how it had turned out, knowing now that maybe like was exactly what Mrs. Kang was talking about.

Any doubt about heartbreak dulling your shine was gone and the feeling you were left with was just plain old peace – the constant state of dull calm after the storm. You didn’t feel angry at Eren anymore either. Rather, this feels almost comical; you were eager to know how he’d react if he were to see the painting. Would he immediately recognize the previous piece peeking from the tears in his skin on the canvas? Would he notice the fading of the colours you’d intentionally tried to mimic to depict your sadness? Would he relate to the still vibrant flowers crawling up his arm that you’d made to showcase your feelings for him? Would he take this as the final declaration of your love for him as he’d asked of you that night? Whatever it may be, his reaction wasn’t yours to predict so all you can do at the moment is let go of all expectations of him; and so what you were left with was the bittersweet peace of not knowing what awaited you.

Annie is patting your head and Minseo leans against you as if you were a wall, observing the painting. You’d restricted them from seeing it till you’d finished it and they’d agreed, not wanting to spoil the magic of seeing the finished work directly.

“This is a good painting even by your standards,” she laughs as if she can’t believe how you managed to outdo yourself.

“Yeah, this is really good,” Annie agrees.

“What? No sly comments?” you giggle, feeling strange at accepting sincere compliments from your friends who’d usually dismiss you as a modern day picasso – the type of compliment where you know they love your work so words aren’t really necessary just for the sake of reassurance.

You're quick to call Lenny to inform him that your piece is ready and he asks when you’d be able to bring it over. You have to negotiate hard to get him to agree to moving it just a day before the exhibition. You didn't want to risk moving it while it was still wet, no matter what precaution he was promising. You ask him if the professor needs to see pictures of your work and he declines because ‘Mrs Kang said that if it's a new piece, she'll directly see it when you bring it to the studio.’

“Isn't that a different level of favouritism?” Minseo gives you a side-eye when you hang up the call and repeat the conversation to your friends.

“Maybe so,” you stick your tongue out to tease her.

“She asked me to revise mine 7 damn times!” Minseo complains.

“It is what it is, my friend,” you sing as you make your way to your room, “I'm going to sleep for 2 days now, nobody wake me up!”

And that's exactly what you do… almost. You wake up to shower, take a walk around in a nearby park, eat food and go back to sleep. You don't remember the last time you had such fulfilling rest days and you're as fresh as a corpse brought back from the dead when you carefully deliver the piece to the studio a day before the exhibit.

Mrs. Kang has only praises for you and she tells you how moved she feels that you took her advice to heart. You thank her before leaving and you'd never say it out loud in fear of sounding cocky but you knew you had nothing to fear because you were genuinely proud of the painting. The only time your heart skips a beat is when you think about how Eren would react to it.

You're glad you hibernated the previous nights because you barely got any sleep that night and tomorrow seemed to arrive in the blink of an eye.

You wake up feeling refreshed as ever, with Minseo hogging the covers next to you after deciding to sleep over. It was still too early and the exhibit wasn't starting till 11AM so you took a long, everything shower before preparing breakfast for everyone. Once breakfast is done, you rummage through Annie's closet once again to steal the same pink satin dress you'd worn on your first date with Eren. You put it on, knowing that you were either preparing for the start of something wonderful or a final full-blown heartbreak, but either way, you didn’t want to have any regrets. You do your hair and make up, keeping it minimalistic and also end up helping both of your friends (without them asking for it).

“Do you guys think I should text Eren to come see the painting today?” You ask, trying your best to seem nonchalant.

“If you want… but I think he will tag along with Armin anyway,” Annie replies as she straightens the last of her strands.

“Oh, then I guess there's no need,” you reply awkwardly.

When you get to the campus a bit late, you find out that the Exhibition has been divided into sections for art and design, sculpture and pottery, film and photography. The three different halls spread across the campus area weren't too tough to navigate as there were signages placed along the way. You drop by the pottery section to check out Annie’s piece although you'd seen it before in progress, spending some time there to look at the other pieces too. You and Minseo wish her luck as you find your way to the fine art section.

“Holy shit y/n, you’re crazy,” Marco smiles when you meet as he walks out of the hall.

“Thank you?” You chuckle awkwardly.

“Well done,” he's awestruck as he moves out of your way, “Please, go ahead. Prof is waiting for you.”

You walk in and your legs almost want to give out when you see the fruit of your labour, your beloved painting hanging among all the other paintings of your classmates. You sigh as you feel a tear trying to escape your eye.

“Shit… not yet,” you mumble to yourself as you look up and dab your waterline gently to keep the salty water from destroying your makeup so early.

You hear Mrs. Kang's voice call out to you and you turn to look at her as she approaches closer and teases you, “Told you emotion was not the enemy!”

“Just don't want to spoil the mascara,” you laugh.

“Well done, both of you,” she pats Minseo's shoulder.

“Thanks miss,” Minseo grins, “got it right on the 7th try.”

“Hopefully next year it's on the first try itself!” The professor teases her back, “Oh and… talk to Lenny later. The dealer from the Erwin Smith Museum of Contemporary Arts is interested in commissioning a piece from you both, Jenna and Frank.”

“I'm sorry, did I hear that right? Me too?” Minseo asks in surprise.

“The magic of 7 reworks,” the professor gives her a self satisfactory smile before taking her leave.

You both look at each other in disbelief. This was a huge deal and the fact that both of your works were noticed was an even bigger deal. You both jump in excitement as you hug each other without a care in the world. When your phone buzzes, you pull away from the hug to check it out.

Eren: please come to the photography side if you're coming to the exhibit today.

You: ???

Eren: Please just do it.

You: okay. If you're here, you should see the painting section… there's some pretty good paintings here.

You realise you felt too embarrassed to flat out say, ‘hey come take a look at this painting I made of you!’. Ridiculous! There was no way you could say that… and there was no way you were gonna wait here to see his reaction. You knew at that moment that you weren’t strong enough to see the end of it after all. So you decide to chicken out.

“I'm gonna go check out the photography hall, okay?” You inform Minseo. quickly slipping out of the place before you had a chance to run into Eren. You take the longer route around to reach the other hall… just in case.

As you take your sweet time to get to the photography hall, you wonder why Eren had asked you to come there. You wonder if he had any of your pictures displayed there from back when he’d been following you around, but you calm your racing heart as if to hold yourself from getting too excited over something that might as well be nothing. Why would a business major be allowed to display his photographs when he wasn’t even in the photography club? You assume he might’ve just said it out of courtesy, perhaps. Not wanting to assume, you walk faster to get to the hall.

As you walk around, looking at the stunning photograph prints displayed all over the walls, you’re stunned as you admire them from an outsider’s perspective, knowing you could never be this good at photography because you didn’t have what it takes and you’re relieved for a bit, glad that you were aware of your skills as a painter to save yourself from the inferiority complex at times like these.

You move leisurely, observing every print till you reach the end of the hall and there’s three small frames, almost tucked away in this corner as if to make it seem that they weren’t officially a part of the exhibition without being too isolated. Your eyebrows furrow when you see yourself in those photos.

The first photo is you hunched over in the most horrible position for your spine but it somehow looks poetic with the golden backlight from the window outlining your silhouette; the second is you holding a coffee cup in one hand, tilting almost as if it’s on the brink of spilling while the other hand is mixing paint on the palette; the last one is of you napping while sitting on the floor in front of your painting as you rest your head on the seat of the old chair, paintbrush still in hand. Your painting materials are in the frame but never the focus – the focus is solely on you. Lost for words, you stood there stunned and you didn’t need to look at the description plate to see whose photos these were, all edited in the same style and all having the same warm, fuzzy feeling to them. Still, your eyes glance over to read the description out of curiosity.

EREN JAEGER

TO BE SEEN IS TO REALLY EXIST

“When you see the artist is when you truly see the art. With these shots, the aim was to provide a glimpse into the process, showcasing the love and passion that turns good art into great. An ode to my favourite artist.”

“He begged me to let him showcase his work here… but to be honest, he didn’t need to. The kid has a good eye and natural talent,” Mr. Tanaka says next to you, looking at the set of photos.

“So it seems,” you mumble before looking at the professor.

“These photos tell a story despite taking such an insignificant space in this hall,” he comments, eyes still observing the photos.

“That’s the most I’ve heard you compliment someone, sir. Are you sad he’s not doing photography?” you try to joke in hopes of hiding your welled up tears that were threatening to fall.

Mr. Tanaka laughs and shakes his head, “I’m happy as long as talent doesn’t go to waste, then no matter if it’s a business student or a photography student. It’s the human touch that matters and Eren surely has a way to show that. Obviously he’s nowhere close to the kids from my class but it felt right to give him at least a tiny spot here.”

“Right,” you smile, still observing the photos.

“I think you just missed him by a few minutes,” Mr. Tanaka looks at you, “He said he was leaving.”

“He was?” you ask. Had he not gotten your text? You feel a desperate need to see Eren in an instant, “Sir, if you don’t mind–”

“Of course, go ahead,” he gives you a curt smile, as if it wasn’t lost on him that he was letting two lovers unite at that moment. You bow before quickly walking out of the hall. You check your phone to see that he had read your text so you head to the painting hall.

You’re almost running at the fastest pace you can in your heels, careful enough to not sprain your ankle but reckless enough to not care if you did. You stop when you spot him a few feet away, also rushing and walking fast. He stops when he sees you too. You slowly walk towards each other, both out of breath and it’s mostly due to the rush you feel in your veins. Your heart beating out of your chest and by the look on his face, you know he’s not feeling any different from you.

This was the man, whom you’d made your muse without knowing he’d chosen you as the subject of his admiration all along.

“Hi,” you both say simultaneously, standing in front of each other.

Eren takes a big step to close whatever gap was left between your bodies as his left arm wraps around your waist and the other caresses your cheek softly. Your breath hitches as you stare into his lovesick eyes as your arms snake around his broad shoulders.

“May I–”

“Kiss me,” you interrupt his question and he doesn’t waste another second, pressing his lips to yours lovingly.

The kiss is gentle, there’s no rush or sense of urgency. Yet you taste the desperate longing on his tongue in the way it invades your mouth and in the way his fingers grip onto you tight. You want to drown in the kiss but can’t help but be hyper-aware that you’re literally in the middle of the campus, with quite a handful of people walking around so you lean your head back to part, ever so hesitantly.

“Hi,” you chuckle, breathless as you take a step back to create an appropriate amount of space between your bodies but Eren takes your hand in his, feeling the need to maintain some form of contact. He smiles with his eyes, almost sheepishly as a blush creeps up on his face.

“Hello? Is this Eren Jaeger? The same one I knew?” you tease as you look at him in disbelief.

“Yeah,” he nods, smiling as he squeezes your hands, “I… I’m sorry.”

“Eren–” you begin.

“No, I have this whole thing prepared. Let me say my piece,” he says softly, “okay… here goes– so, you know I was never really one to take romantic relationships so seriously. There’s a whole lore behind it, I’ll tell you some other time but long story short, I had given my whole heart to the first girl I ever liked but she broke it… or more like she never saw me as anything more than a friend despite wanting all the other benefits that looked a lot like a relationship. So, here I was, thinking why bother with all this stupid love shit if that’s how it was gonna end anyway…”

“Mmhm,” you give him a side-eye.

“Just listen,” he scolds softly, stealing a quick kiss before continuing, “So, skip to now, when I really thought I was okay with how things were but then you came into my life, full force, choking me, mesmerizing me and before I knew it, I was totally gone for you. I thought we were just friends at first, and obviously I wanted to bang, I’m not blind, you’re so fucking pretty… besides the point– umm— I really wanted to get rid of my feelings for you. I thought keeping my options open would be a safe choice and the best way to not get hurt in case you were to reject me, you know? But I didn't realise that doing so was exactly the reason why I couldn't get the girl who had stirred so much shit in my heart.”

“You know you say ‘so’ a lot,” you giggle.

He tilts his head, as if he can’t believe, that is what you focused on, “Anywayyyy… what I’m getting at is that, yes, I have made it clear to Emi, or any other hook-up, that it’s over and deleted everything from Hinge… what else… Instagram! Yeah, no other chicks on Instagram either because I don’t mind dealing with blue balls here because I really like you so fucking much that the alternative is going crazy without you. I tried to stay away and these last few days made me feel as if I was dying each time I thought of you… and seeing your painting, I can’t help but feel as if I made you feel so miserable, I’m the worst. I’m sorry. Can we start over?”

He looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for your answer. You grab his shirt to pull him down and he obliges, making it easier for you to kiss him. He smiles into the kiss and when your lips part again, you whisper, “I’m sorry too.”

“No, you don’t have to be. I was a dick for not making my intentions clear right from the moment I liked you. You don’t need to be sorry for anything,” he reassures you.

“No, It’s my turn,” you begin, “I don’t regret meeting you… or choking you at all. I’m sorry I said all that. And I should’ve given you a fair chance and talked to you instead of assuming shit based on my past experiences.”

“Speaking of… I had talked to Annie a few days ago, she told me how you’d dated this douchebag before,” Eren intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling you with him as he starts walking without any destination in mind, “I understood where you came from. I guess our past relationships aren’t really different… just the way we coped with them was totally opposite.”

“Hmm,” you’re lost in thought.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you laugh awkwardly.

“What?” he presses.

“Just… does this not feel a bit anticlimactic?” you wonder.

“What?” he laughs in disbelief, “No way, I know how much I suffered this past month.”

“Okay. Me too,” you kiss his cheek, “I guess I just expected a bit of resistance from you or something like let’s just be friends… and not this loverboy Eren who’s done a total 180 degree shift.”

“Why? Do you hate it?”

“Not at all,” you squeeze his hand as your arm brushes against his, “Just… I don’t want you to be this because that’s what my expectations are. Be real with me, whatever you are.”

“This is me,” he looks at you, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles, “I know I haven’t shown this side of me much but it’s not fake. And I’ll keep reassuring you till you can fully believe me without a speck of doubt.”

You smile at him and look around to realise that you were at the main gate with Eren leading you out, “Don’t mind if we go on a quick date, do you?”

You think about it before replying, “I don’t think it’ll be a problem… since I already got a proposal for commission for the Erwin Smith Museum already.”

Eren’s jaw drops as you grin at him.

“That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you,” he exclaims as he hugs you till he’s lifting you up ever so slightly.

“Eren, I can’t breathe!” you giggle as you tap his shoulders.

He lets you go, a cheeky grin on his face as he teases, “So, you agree that painting me was the best choice?”

“You know what? Sure, you can have this win,” you grin as you walk up to the passenger side of his car, waiting for him to unlock it. He walks to you, opening the door and not letting you get in before giving you another kiss that lingers a bit, but never quite enough.

During the ride, you don’t talk much, enjoying his playlist on the speaker as you observe the other cars on the road. As smooth as ever, you feel Eren’s hand slide till it’s hiking your dress up to rest on your exposed thigh, soft fingers caressing your warm skin. You turn to look at him, his eyes covered by his dark shades as he looks on straight ahead, unfazed – the only indication of his excitement is the way his fingers tap and claw your flesh gently to the rhythm of the music.

Since his hand doesn’t move up beyond that, you can’t exactly accuse him for indecency, so you let it linger there, enjoying his touch, turning back to face the window. Your phone vibrates and you check who it is.

Min: Where u at?

You open your camera as you turn to take a picture of Eren, his eyes still focused on the road, before sneakily taking one of his hand gripping your thigh and sending it to her.

As you wait for the three typing dots from her end, Eren stops the car. You look up to see that he had stopped in front of a cute cafe that you’d only bookmarked on maps but never visited before.

“Here?” you ask him.

“Mhmm,” he nods as he undoes his seatbelt.

You look down at your open phone to see your friend’s reply.

Min: BITCH? JNGWEGNEWEWNGEGWRGSDKDFSDAJWDPPW

You chuckle as you undo your seatbelt as well.

“Come here,” Eren beckons you closer and you obey.

“Why?” you pout as you blow exaggerated kisses at him.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” his hand grips your jaw as he bites your jutted bottom lip before kissing you so sensually that you almost make up your mind to tell him to fuck you in his car right then and there. You hear a click and he’s pulling away, lips glossy due to the saliva mixed with your lipgloss transferred onto his mouth.

You look at his phone that he was holding up in front and your eyes widen when you see the picture of you two deep into the kiss that isn’t exactly indecent but might as well be the cover photo of a homemade soft porno.

“Good enough,” he smiles as he clicks send.

When your phone vibrates, you check it, assuming he’d sent it to you. You gasp when you see a notification in your friends’ group chat instead.

“Eren!” you scold him.

“What,” he’s calm as he shrugs before getting out of the car. You’re stunned, zooming in on the photo as your cheeks burn in embarrassment. The door on your side clicks and he’s holding his hand out for you.

“You’re impossible,” you scoff, still in disbelief as you take his hand to get out of the car before straightening out the hem of your dress.

“Just making it official,” he grins as you walk towards the cafe.

“Yes, and this was the only way,” you roll your eyes as you elbow his abs playfully.

He laughs in response, taking your hand as you walk into the cafe. It’s crowded but not too packed with a soft song playing in the background.

“I like this place,” you mumble more to yourself as you follow him till you’re in a corner that has a lot of tall plants around, choosing to sit there for more privacy.

“Are you excited for the trip tomorrow?” he asks as you settle on the chair and he pulls his chair next to yours instead of sitting on the opposite end, “I’m glad you're coming.”

“I almost said no because I wanted to avoid… well, you,” you grin sheepishly.

“Should I be offended?” he squints his eyes at you.

“As if you weren’t hell-bent on avoiding me either?” you fold your hands over your chest.

“Well… would you forgive this poor peasant if he were to make it up to you?” he cranes his neck, leaning closer to you.

“Depends. What will I get?” you ask as you turn to face him, resting your face against the palm of your hand as you prop it up on the table.

“For starters…” he smiles as he gives you a tiny kiss that makes your heart skip a beat before creating some distance to look into your eyes, “...a kiss.”

“Well, how can a girl resist?” you giggle as you flutter your eyelashes so exaggeratedly that it makes him laugh the kind of laugh that lights up his eyes.

“Woah, I just got a deja vu,” he gasps.

You wait for him to elaborate.

“You and I like this, sitting here and just talking,” he explains. For the onlookers, if there were any, it’s probably cringe, sappy, stupid, but you don’t care – all your worries dissipate with a single touch as he cradles your face between his warm palms, “I missed you. I wanted to tell you so many things. Levi gave me new restaurant recommendations, but how could I go there alone?”

“Should’ve gone with Emi–” he cuts off your sentence with a kiss.

“I’m seriou–” you laugh into the kiss as he cuts you off again.

“Ere–” and again.

“Let me sp–” and again.

You can’t help but laugh till your abdominal muscles develop a stitch and you’re asking for a time out. He moves back, still eyeing your lips. Just as you’re about to speak again, you sense him leaning in again and instead you press your lips together, sucking them in to deny him access.

“That’s not fair,” he groans.

While you’re lost in your own bliss, a waitress arrives, feeling like a third wheel for intruding out of necessity despite not wanting to. You push Eren away as you feel the embarrassing blush creep up, looking down at the menu intently, not being able to concentrate at all.

“Just two cappuccinos for now, thanks,” Eren saves you the trouble. She nods before leaving.

“So embarrassing,” you straighten up as you move your chair away from his.

“Hey,” he moves his closer to yours again, “Not my fault… Each time you say something that’s not true, it has to be stopped with a kiss! I don’t make the rules.”

“Is that so?” you giggle, “Let’s test it, okay? Eren Jaeger loves his mom.”

He chuckles, not expecting that statement.

“If you kiss me, that sentence would be false,” you over-explain.

“I know genius,” he rolls his eyes, eagerly awaiting your next statement.

“Your fav colour is… something like a deep, midnight blue?” you think hard.

“How the hell do you know that?” He sounds surprised.

“Is it?” you raise your eyebrows, “Oh my god, that was just a guess… well… I guessed it cause the painting you liked had a very heavy influence of blue.”

“Oh,” Eren wonders, “okay, makes sense. Next.”

“You like coffee.”

“Yeah, and the next one is gonna be ‘you breathe oxygen’,” he squints his eyes at you.

You giggle, “Eren has a girlfriend. And it’s me!”

He waits patiently, still with that stupid grin on his face.

“Eren’s girlfriend is pretty, hot, and sexy, and talented, and…” you begin.

He adds, “And beautiful, and gorgeous, and a big time meanie.”

You lean forward to give him a peck, “Just for the last one.”

He laughs, “Next.”

“Eren has a big dick,” you whisper, deciding to tease him.

This causes him to raise an eyebrow at you, warning, “Careful.”

“Eren does not suck at sex,” you give his cheek a small peck.

He kisses you and you laugh in surprise.

“Oh, I’m the worst… you’ll see,” he mumbles, deepening the kiss and you feel drunk on your emotions. You push him away gently, remembering that you were still in a public space.

Your phone rings and it’s Annie. You already know why she was calling.

“This is your fault,” you glance at Eren before answering the call, “Hello?”

“Bitch! Fucking finally! NO MORE moping around!” Annie answers victoriously.

“Stop being dramatic,” you giggle.

“I’m being dramatic?” she gasps.

“Well… I’ll talk to you when I come home.”

“Wait, you’re not home? We were avoiding going there since we thought you guys were fucking.”

“And yet you called?” you laugh, “No, we’re out at a cafe. I’ll see you at home later?”

“Or maybe we can leave now?” Eren wiggles his eyebrows at you as he overhears Annie.

You laugh as you cover his mouth with your hand, answering Annie, “No, go ahead. I’ll be back soon.”

Eren bites your palm lightly and you pull your hand away as you hang up the call, “Hey, what do you mean be back soon?”

“What?”

“You’re coming home with me,” he declares.

“Eren, we’re not gonna do a quickie for our first time,” you scold him.

“Who said it’s gonna be a quickie?”

“In case you forgot, we need to wake up early tomorrow,” you point a finger at his chest, “And you’re gonna be driving.”

“We just won’t sleep. Simple,” he smiles.

“You’re so cocky,” you scoff as you fold your hands at your chest.

“Got skills to back it up,” he leans closer to bite your earlobe just above where your earring is. You giggle as you push him away when you see the waitress walk in your direction with a tray. Eren, being the clingy boyfriend that he apparently is, leans closer to kiss your cheek anyway.

You push him away again as you smile at her, “Thank you.”

She’s holding herself back from grinning at how lovesick Eren is being as she nods and leaves you alone quickly.

“Should’ve read the terms and conditions of dating you,” you mumble as you sip on your coffee.

“Too bad you didn’t,” he teases back, drinking from his cup.

“Oh no! I’m stuck now,” you pout, sighing in exaggeration. He laughs as he tucks a strand behind your ear and you blush, quickly looking down at the menu, “What do you wanna eat? I’m hungry.”

He shrugs and you both take about 20 more minutes to decide what you want to eat, followed by another 2 hours talking more than eating the food in front of you.

Eren thinks out loud, “Think we’ve overstayed our welcome?”

“Probably,” you giggle and you decide to leave.

“Let’s go home?” you ask as you both get in the car.

“Wanna go for a long drive,” Eren grins.

“Umm… I was kinda hoping we could go to your place and maybe watch a movie…” you bite your lip.

“Oh,” is all Eren manages to say.

“Yes?” you ask.

“Fuck yeah,” he’s quickly putting his seatbelt on and starting the car, and you laugh at his antics.

On the way back, you unlock your phone and realise you’d kept the group chat open so you scroll down to see everyone’s reactions, giggling to yourself. Almost everyone is cheering, talking about their own personal bets on who kissed whom first as if they were all silent spectators to your little love drama. At one point, Connie had texted, ‘did ya send this in the wrng chat bro?’ to which Eren had replied about an hour ago, ‘Nope. Just showing off how lucky I am.’

You cringe at this, “Eren, you’re so cheesy. Who would’ve thought.’

You lean sideways to kiss his cheek before moving back quickly.

“Don’t distract me unless you want to crash,” he gives you a brief look, glancing over his dark shades before looking back at the road.

Feeling mischievous, you decide to test him and shuffle in your seat till you’re fully facing him. You wiggle one foot out of your heels, lifting it up to slide it in his lap and you’re certain he damn near loses his mind, gripping the wheel tighter.

“Sorry, did you mean something like this?” you ask innocently as you rub your foot over his crotch, “Hope I'm not distracting you?”

He calls out your name — it’s part warning and part desperation.

You simply giggle as you feel him get hard.

Eren tries his best to maintain composure, slowing down and switching lanes as he grabs your ankle with one hand, “Stop playing unless you want me to fuck you in this car.”

You pull your leg out of his grasp and readjust till you're sitting up straight again just as he stops at a red light.

You grab his face to make him look at you before pulling him closer to give a sloppy kiss and tugging at his lower lip greedily. When you pull away, you whisper, “Not my fault you look so hot when you're driving…”

“You’re the devil,” Eren groans, shaking his head as he glances at the light turning green, reluctantly shifting his focus back to the road ahead.

You decide to stop teasing him when he speeds up in order to get home as soon as possible. In less than 10 minutes, Eren had parked the car in his apartment's parking lot and like two horny teenagers, you're both rushing to get to his apartment.

Once alone in the elevator, he's grabbing every part of your body that he can get his hands on. His roaming hands dig into the flesh of your ass while he kisses you rigorously, not letting you go even when the elevator tings.

When you try to break the kiss and take a look at the empty corridor, Eren tuts in annoyance as he grabs your chin to resume the kiss, tongue shoving in your mouth. You’re startled when Eren hoists you up but you’re quick to hook your legs around his waist as he carries you to his apartment.

“Open t–” you try to speak between the tiny pauses of the kiss, “–the door.”

Eren simply hums into the kiss, pressing your body against the wall next to the apartment door.

“E– mmh– Eren…” You protest weakly, “Someone might see–”

“No one else lives on this floor,” he mutters as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses.

“Still…” you sigh softly, feeling distracted from the point you were trying to make.

Eren hums as he sucks on the sensitive spot on your neck with the intention of leaving a dark bruise and it causes you to gasp out loud.

“‘Ren… p-please,” you whimper as you crease the fabric of his shirt, gripping it tight, “Let's continue this on your bed.”

That last sentence seems to have done the trick because Eren pauses to look up at you with lust-ridden eyes, letting your legs drop to the floor. He quickly unlocks the door, grabbing your hand to pull you in with him before closing it shut.

“Where were we?” You giggle and he pulls you closer by your hips, kissing you for the umpteenth time as you both stumble across the living room.

“Jaeger, take it to your room,” a voice startles you both, causing you to pull away suddenly and look at the source. A pretty guy with half-slicked back bangs walks from the direction of the kitchen with a big bowl of popcorn in hand.

“Levi, when did you arrive?” Eren asks in confusion and it only gets worse when Reiner, Jean and Connie walk out of the kitchen with beer cans in hand.

“Check the date, man. You really forgot? The national league semi-finale?” Levi points at the muted TV screen and it's only then you realise that the guys have been here for a while.

“But then again, can't blame you for forgetting football for such a pretty lady,” he turns to look at you, “I'm Levi.”

“Hi, I'm y/n,” you smile back awkwardly as you introduce yourself, “Anyway, I don't want to disturb you guys, I should leave.”

“No, stay!” Eren's response slips out quickly as he holds your hand, “Sorry, I totally forgot that we had this planned.”

“Yeah, watch the second half with us,” Reiner holds out a beer can in front of you and you take it.

“Congrats on not being a wuss and finally asking her out Jaeger,” Levi teases when you all settle down on the sofa, “Did you know he had been whining about missing out on the perfect girl for weeks?”

You turn to look at Eren, who's blushing in embarrassment next to you, in surprise. He deflects, “Reveal all my secrets, will you? Asshole.”

Levi gives him a menacing laugh as he unmutes the TV, the sound of fans cheering loudly in the stadium fills the living room. You kiss Eren’s cheek gently, teasing him more, “Aww, no need to feel embarrassed, baby.”

You say it quietly but the guys hear it anyway and it leads to them teasing him some more while Eren turns as red as a tomato.

“Regretting getting in a relationship already Jaeger?” You joke.

Eren shuts you up with a brief kiss, “Never.”

You end up staying there for about 2 hours, sitting cozily next to Eren. While you staying almost felt like a formality to make it less awkward, it didn't help since everyone present knew they’d cockblocked you and Eren big time. The match ends with their team winning and all the guys cheering loudly. When even the idle post-match conversation fizzles out, Eren asks you if you want to sleep in his room when he catches you yawning.

You shake your head, “No, I need to pack for tomorrow as well.”

“Right,” he notes, not hiding the disappointment in his voice.

“You guys should sleep early too,” you tell everyone.

“Why? We’re not the ones driving,” Connie grins.

“Right,” you chuckle as you look at Eren, “You gotta sleep early.”

Eren makes a wounded expression but gets up to take you home anyway.

The drive back to your place is quiet with soft music playing in his speakers and his hand resting on your thigh from time to time, already making a habit out of it. You make small talk, asking whether Levi would be coming to the trip tomorrow and Eren explains that he declined because he had other plans.

“Again, I'm really sorry I forgot Levi was returning home today,” Eren sighs as he parks under your apartment building.

“It's okay, I had fun!” You assure him as you undo your seatbelt.

“Maybe it slipped my mind cause I was thrilled to finally get you,” he smiles as he cups your face.

“Get me? What am I, an object?” You gasp in exaggeration.

“Yeah, the object of my desires,” he grins.

“Eren, so cringe!” you groan and slap his chest lightly, but you can't help the cheesy grin that's plastered on your face.

He laughs lazily, unhooking his seatbelt to lean against the headrest of his seat. His eyes are fixed on yours as he holds his hand out. You take his hand, awkwardly petting the backside and laughing, not knowing what to do.

“Dumbass,” he mumbles as he tugs at your hand to beckon you closer.

“What?” You blush, aware of what he was getting at but too chicken to move.

Eren spares you the trouble as he moves his seat back to create some space in front of him while his hand that's holding yours pulls you to him. You obey, following his directions as you lean closer to him.

“Sit on my lap, baby,” he tuts in impatience as his hand tugs at yours till you’re awkwardly hooking your legs across his side and straddling him. Eren hums in satisfaction as he presses your hips down to make you sit on his lap properly.

He moves the hem of your dress up till it's bunched up to your hips, “I'm pretty sure you'd call me a pervert but I really really want to fuck you so bad.”

“I know you do,” you giggle as you lean forward to kiss him lazily, sliding your tongue in his mouth while his hands slide the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

You pull away, “Good night, ‘Ren.”

“Good night,” he mumbles as he chases your lips once again, his hands pulling the top of your dress further down till your tits spill out.

“Eren!” You scold him as you feel your nipples harden due to the chilling of the aircon.

“No one can see us, the windows are tinted,” His eyes take in the sight of your boobs, pinching one of the hardened buds, “Holy shit, they're perfect.”

You knit your eyebrows, grabbing his hair for stability when he cranes his neck down to suck on your tits, giving equal attention to both sides as he sucks, bites and gropes them alternately.

“F-fuck, Eren,” you grind your hips back and forth instinctively, letting out soft moans at the pleasure, “Feel so good.”

As his spit coats your tits, his lips trace their way back to that sensitive spot on your neck he can tell drives you crazy when you shiver at his touch. You tilt your head back to give him better access and he sucks on the spot while his hands still fondle and play with your boobs.

“Keep going, oh god…” you're gripping his hair hard as your whole body squirms under his touch. You feel him slide his hands down and before you know it, he's tugging at your flimsy panties till you hear a rip.

“What did you–” your eyes widen as you stare at him in disbelief.

“A memorabilia for me,” he grins as he slides the tattered fabric down the leg hole that wasn't torn. You lift your knee slightly to let him slide it off you.

“What a pervert,” you gasp when he shoves your underwear in his pocket, “Is that your thing? Collecting panties of the women you've fucked?”

“Would you believe it if I told you this was a first?” He tilts his head in amusement, “I should actually blame you for making me do crazy shit like that.”

“Sure,” you roll your eyes, your laughter subsides when he shoves a hand down to your bare cunt.

“It's all your fault,” he breathes against your collarbone before kissing your neck softly as his fingers part your sticky labia, spreading your wetness around.

“Mmhm,” you hum as you close your eyes at the way his thumb rubs over your sensitive clit.

“You're the one who has me acting out of the ordinary,” he’s pressing two fingers near your opening but not shoving them in yet.

“Eren,” you sigh when he pinches your nipple with the other hand.

“It's all for you, baby. I feel like a fucking dog waiting for his owner…” he bites your neck roughly.

“Please, oh god-” you gasp at the way his thumb keeps on circling your clit.

“Like a fucking wimp for wanting to please you and make you scream my name,” he groans as he slides a finger into your soppy hole.

“Eren!” You fulfil his wish right off the bat without realising it as you kiss him hard to shut both of you up. You try your best to suppress another moan when he shoves a second finger inside you. He laughs between kisses and it's a wicked sound, enjoying the way you're unraveling with just his fingers pumping into your cunt so ruthlessly. How would you take his dick?

“Shhh… don't want anyone to hear us, do you?” He teases, fucking you without mercy with his thick fingers. You try to bite his shoulder to keep your moans from spilling out involuntarily but Eren doesn’t let you. His other hand steadily gripping your hair to keep you from hiding as his mouth is back to torture you with bruising kisses on the expanse of your chest.

“Shit– Ren, please,” you grit your teeth as you try to bounce yourself on his fingers, chasing your pleasure. As he curls his fingers inside you, repeatedly rubbing that one spot, your back arches.

You move back slightly to escape his lips when your skin feels too sensitive to his touch. As you lean back, you accidentally hit the wheel behind you and the car honk startles you both.

As you both breath heavily, momentarily pausing, you look at each other and laugh.

“Should I come up?” Eren takes his wet fingers out of you, sucking on them as if it was the most natural thing to do.

You close your eyes to focus, “You didn't get to pack either. It'd be too much of a hassle for you tomorrow morning.”

“I can be back in about 30 minutes,” he considers seriously as you move the straps of your dress over your shoulders and make yourself decent again.

“‘Ren… I’m not going anywhere,” you giggle as you kiss him softly, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Right… no rush. It'd be more special if we fuck on the beach,” he nods.

“We're not fucking on the beach!” You slap his chest lightly.

“Fine!” He chuckles, “I'll be a happy man no matter where I get to fuck you.”

You mock him playfully before giving him a tiny kiss, “I think you've got enough action for today… along with my panties. So, good night!”

“Fine. I've a surprise for you tomorrow,” he smiles as he hugs you.

“Is that a metaphor for your dick?”

“No,” he laughs as he rubs your back, “I really do!”

“Okay, then… I can’t wait!” You smile as you rest your cheek against his shoulder, “for your surprise as well as your dick.”

You almost mumble the last part but he catches on.

“I–”

You interrupt him, “Don't try. I'm just thinking of your health. Go to sleep. You have to drive early tomorrow morning.”

“Fine, you win. I've waited so many months. What's a day more!” He sighs as he kisses your forehead.

“I'm really happy, Ren,” you smile at him.

“Me too,” he kisses you briefly.

“Night,” you pull away as you open the driver’s side door.

“Sleep well, baby,” he smiles as he holds your hand as you get off his lap and get out of the car, straightening out your dress.

Eren laughs when he looks down at his pants. It has a wet patch on his thigh and your cheeks grow hot when you spot it. He steps out too, the tent in his pants still as rigid as it was a few minutes ago.

“Tomorrow, you’re all mine,” he promises.

“Gladly,” you crane your neck to kiss his cheek softly, “Have a nice sleep. You’re gonna need a lot of energy tomorrow… to drive.”

“Sure,” he grins, “to drive.”

You're pushing him into the car but he insists on waiting till he sees you enter the building. So you hug him tight before walking to your apartment gate, looking back to wave at him.

He's resting his head on the open car door, waving back at you. It makes your heart flutter that he really was watching you leave. An act so simple yet it makes you feel seen and loved.

It felt good to be loved by Eren Jaeger, and as you take the elevator to your apartment, you already find yourself missing him and wishing for tomorrow to arrive sooner.

~fin~

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