summary: “wait… don’t tell me you haven’t kissed anyone before?”
wc: 2.1k
warnings/tags: college au, childhood friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, some manipulation tactics, soft make out session
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
You briefly wondered to yourself just exactly how you got here.
Trapped in the dingy little coat closet of Connie and Jean’s brand new apartment, standing barely a foot away from one fidgeting Eren Jaeger, not-so-casually blowing the hair out of his face as he stared at you trying to stare at anything but him.
The closet was annoyingly empty, typical of the two boys to keep nothing but a single broom and dustpan tucked in the corner, nothing at all to absorb the sound waves emanating from the violent beating of your stupid heart. The lightbulb flickering pathetically overhead had somehow managed to make Eren look just a little bit more handsome, especially when it’s accompanied by the slight pout on his lips.
For the hundredth time, you wondered how you get here.
Except, you knew exactly how.
It probably wasn’t the best idea for you to admit to Sasha about the increasing difficulty in which it was taking you to meet Eren’s eye, or about how maybe you were starting to realize that you kind of sort of think he was maybe just a little bit… hot. It took you months to even admit it to yourself, even longer before you could even think to admit it to anybody else. But she had caught you red handed – down bad with the nail of your thumb caught between your teeth, watching the way Eren had been sipping on his beer, and there was no way you could deny it.
This was Eren, the kid who ignored you for days when you dropped a beetle down his shirt, cried to his mom whenever you’d play with Mikasa and not him, the goofy idiot that got into fights he could never win — he had always just been that Eren.
He was never meant to look so delicious in just a plain white shirt, and how the hell were you supposed to know he’d grow up with eyes that stared deep into your soul, and a jawline that could cut your heart in half?
If you knew that, you would have stayed far away.
When Sasha had to bring a hand to her mouth and stifle her laughter, you knew you were in trouble. She apologized and promised she wouldn’t tell any of the others, and like an optimistic fool, you believed her.
There was peace for a short, sweet period of time. Sasha would throw you sultry looks whenever Eren walked by, and may have blown some kisses at you behind his back once or twice, but it seemed she had kept her mouth shut. Neither Connie nor Jean ever joined in Sasha’s one-man teasing show, and if she had kept it secret from them, you figured you were as safe as you could be.
So of course, you didn’t think twice when Mikasa told you about Connie and Jean’s “housewarming” party – the two finally managed to save enough money to get out of the cramped studio apartment with a cricketing bunk bed, moving themselves into a more sensible two-bedroom. It was a big accomplishment, and only natural for you to want to celebrate with your friends, wasn’t it?
You should have realized something was amiss when you walked in the room, Armin whispering into Mikasa’s ear and Sasha had on a smile that made her look like a Cheshire cat, but you chose to push that to the back of your head.
When Connie had forced everyone to sit in a circle, your alarm bells really should have been going haywire, but the three shots you had just taken with Jean had lulled you into a false sense of security, trusting that your friends weren’t gonna fuck with you. But they always did love to prove you wrong, and before you could even protest, Armin — Armin, of all people — was placing an empty beer bottle in the middle.
And you always knew Mikasa was strong, but you had no idea just how strong until she was shoving your shoulder forward and ordering you to spin. It all felt so juvenile, so ridiculous, but you held your breath as the bottle spins and spins before slowing down to a stop.
They had to have done something to the bottle. Put a magnet on it, maybe even a curse — something, because you could do nothing but stare down at it wide-eyed as it pointed at Eren Jaeger.
No time was wasted, not even a second before Sasha hooked her arms beneath your armpits and hauled you up to your feet, her hands on your back harshly shoving you towards the closet. She ignored your complaints of stop, Sasha, wait — and, why do we need to go in the closet, that isn’t even the same game, until you found yourself in the predicament you were currently in.
Bastards. Every single one of them, bastards. Grimey little grins on their irritating little faces, chortling to themselves at your expense, you just couldn’t wait to get out of their so you could shove your foot knee deep in each off her assho—
“Are you done avoiding me?” Eren finally breaks the silence, sighing out in exasperation as he rubs the back of his neck
You stare at him mutely, your mouth gaping open like a fish out of water, each gulp of air doing nothing but choking your lungs.
“I— aha, I’m not avoiding you,” you laugh nervously, crossing your arms and tilting your head to the side.
“Yeah, you are,” He accuses, scoffing as he shakes his head, “You’re avoiding me right now.”
“Ugh, I’m not avoiding… you…”
There was a little bead of irritation rolling around in the back of your head, a shard of stubbornness you’d never been able to shed, and it’s what finally prompts you to turn to face Eren head on. But every intention you had of standing your ground and deny deny deny simply floats away, drowning in the sea of Eren’s intense focus on your face.
He holds your gaze like a vice, unable to look away no matter how much you want to, and he smirks.
“Finally,” he sighs, looking so satisfied as he crosses his arms across his chest, “You haven’t looked at me in weeks. It was really starting to piss me off.”
The heat rushes to your face faster than you can blink, and you let out a huff of air as he chuckles at you softly, placing his hands in his front pocket.
“Whatever,” you mumble, “Let’s just get this over with.”
Suddenly, Eren’s entire body goes rigid, and though the expression on his face remained as calm as ever, the clench of his jaw gave away his true feelings.
“What, you never kissed anyone before, or something?” You tease lightly, letting out a nervous laugh.
Eren scrunches his nose as it slowly turns pink, and he rolls his eyes half-heartedly as he shifts his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the next.
“W-we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Eren mutters out slowly, suddenly studying the dirty broom in the corner, “You don’t have to satisfy those idiots.”
You wanted to tell him that being stuck in here was meant to satisfy you more than anybody else in this apartment, and you harshly ignored the sting of hurt in your gut at the thought of Eren trying to gently ease his way out of the situation.
Because you were stuck on the light, rosy blush dusted across Eren’s cheeks, steam practically wafting out of both his ears.
“Wait… don’t tell me you’ve never actually kissed someone before?”
Eren scoffs are you incredulously, his entire face twisted in embarrassment as he runs an exasperated hand through his hair.
“O-of course I have!” He claimed, but the tips of his ears began to burn red, and you smirk to yourself as he fumbles over his own words.
“Your mommy doesn’t count, Jaeger,” you snicker into your hand.
And it’s only because you’ve known Eren for so long that it makes you laugh even harder when his pretty mouth twists into a snarl, and he reaches forward to ball his fists into the collar of your shirt.
Before you could even make sense of what was happening, you felt Eren tug you forward hard, and your laughter was abruptly cut off by the press of his lips against yours.
It was over in an instant, so fast you hardly had any time to process the sequence of events. Eren’s hand still gripped your shirt, and if it weren’t for the heat of his lips still lingering on yours, skin tingling as if begging for more, there would be no other evidence that Eren Jaeger just kissed you.
“Th-there,” he says uncertainly, finally loosening his hold and leaving behind nothing but wrinkled fabric. His hands drop back down to his sides, but he doesn’t step back, standing so close, his chest only millimeters away from yours.
You were speechless, resisting the urge to bring your fingers up to your lips, unable to do anything but nod.
“H-how was that?” Eren asks quietly, dipping his head to catch your eyes with his. You start to shrink down from beneath his gaze, peering down at you through half-lidded eyes hazy with something dark and hungry. There was something tumultuous behind the seemingly peaceful green, and you already felt like you were drowning.
“It was good,” you say slowly, and you swear you could feel each individual goosebump that raised across your skin. The stagnant air of the closet felt charged, even more so when Eren slowly hooks his fingers into your belt loops, “Do you.. want to try it again?”
Not another word is said before Eren crashes into you like a wave breaking into the shore — his lips melted into yours so naturally, heated and unyielding in the way he moved against you. It was clumsy at first, the soft clashing of teeth driven by something urgent as his hands traveled up along the side of your body.
You wrap your arms around his neck as he finally rests one hand against the back of your head, holding you steady and close, not a millimeter of space left between you. He wraps his other arm around your waist, and all at once, you feel heat spread throughout your body.
For a moment, you feel your brain short-circuit, leaving you suspended in time, only for the brush of Eren’s tongue along your bottom lip to drag you back into reality.
He sighs into your mouth as you grant him entrance, and suddenly, all your senses are filled with nothing but Eren. His cologne dancing into the air you breathed, the glide of his tongue so plush like velvet as he sucks on your tongue — it made your knees shake, and you’d be nothing but a heap on the ground if not for the way Eren held you against him.
Your fingers tangle themselves into his hair, and you could stop yourself from tugging on it lightly. The vibrations of the vulgar moan he’d let out tickled your lips, and you smiled before catching his bottom lip lightly between your teeth.
You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest as he pulls you impossible closer to him, and the taste of beer still in his mouth had you feeling more drunk than anything you’ve drank that night. His tongue curls so deliciously against yours, so decadent and sinful, you were beginning to think Eren Jaeger was the devil himself.
All too soon, the kiss is broken, and Eren is the first to pull away, a lewd string of saliva still connecting your lips as you both gasp for air.
Your breathes mingle as you struggle to catch your breath, Eren still holding you tightly against him, neither of you making a single move to let go.
You hear Eren gulp.
“How about that?” He whispers much too shyly for someone that had kissed you the way he just did, “Was that good?”
“Yeah, Eren,” your mouth felt surprisingly dry, lips feeling red and swollen as you spoke, “I-I think that was good.”
“Well, maybe we should —“
“Alright! Times up, you — oh god!” Connie throws the door open, and the dimly lit closet was suddenly flooded with light, making you squint against the brightness before your eyes could adjust.
You quickly shove Eren as far away from you as possible, ignoring the fake pout on his face as you turn to face everyone.
“I— this isn’t what —“
“Fuck off, Connie,” Eren palms Connie’s face, shoving him hard away from the door before closing it shut behind him.
You stared at Eren incredulously as he smiled at you fiendishly, holding the closet door closed against the screaming and banging fists of your friends.
this is one of my favorite keeks of all time because calum is just sO DRUNK AND HE GENUINELY BELIEVES THATS HIS MICROWAVE AND GETS SO OFFENDED WHEN ASHTON AND LUKE TELL HIM OTHERWISE
Huh my dumbass brain clicked on your blog because you have the same name as my ex. Needless to say, yes I’m still heartbroken. BUT WOW I LOVE UR CONTENT
i'm sorry that i share a name with them :(( if it makes you feel any better, it’s a nickname
but I'm NOT sorry that you found my dumpster fire of hyperfixations !!
@bitterbethany recommended to me today that I should beat up this guy that has been harassing me and I'm gonna DO IT. that’s the support everyone should be giving each other
fluff concept: cal learning to braid hair just to play with urs during movies n stuff
Okay so you are sitting on the floor in between cals legs, back to the couch. And after hin watching the video about ten times, he thinks he has it. “Just one over other cal, it’s not that hard. And please make it tight.” So he takes in three strands, and starts taking them one over the other. He also takes note of how you aren’t whimpering when he pulls on your hair…
omg imagine Calum/Ashton just pulling you into his lap and cuddling you at any random time that you may walk past, and at first it takes you by surprise but then you start expecting it bc he does it so much
This is such a calum thing to do. He’ll try not to do it when you’re busy, cause you’ll find a way to get out of his grip. So when you are just walking around fhe hour, looking for shit to do he pulls you into his lap and snuggles into you, his lips planting kisses on your neck, jaw and cheeks. His hands resting on your waist, and normally you’d think it would get a little heated from here but you guys just stay like this. And you end uo staying there for the rest of the day, just chilling with each other. You end up falling asleep, and calum doesnt dare move. So he just lays there, him ending up falling asleep to. Sigh, this is so soft i cant
