just saw someone renlog the kuroo oneshot i made like two years ago.. i see u and i appreciate u that was actually supposed to have a second part but i forgot about it
★ the school's star volleyball player is struggling keep her grades up. her friends are kind enough to help her get a tutor.. but it turns out to be her ex boyfriend. what happens when she and yuta cross paths a second time?
"we need an intervention," nobara says, sliding into the booth beside maki. "this is going too far."
yuji glances at her, then back to his burger. "what is?"
"yn! she's barely around us anymore! i swear it's because of him."
"because of yuta?" megumi asks, and maki raises her eyebrows. "he speaks."
megumi huffs, and turns his attention back to nobara, waiting for her answer.
she squints at him. "don't think just because you're friends with him that i'm not about to talk shit. that man knows just how i feel about him, and especially when it comes to him and yn."
yuji hums in agreement. "it's true. it's been, like, two weeks since we've all hung out. and that was only because she passed. it's kind of sad without her around."
maki watches them, then watches as they all turn to her. "your input, boss?" yuji asks, making megumi snicker.
"i think.." she starts, looking past the group at the table. she sees a couple in the corner of the restaurant, smiling sweetly at each other. she looks at nobara. the same lovesick smile.
"i think if he makes her happy, who are we to do anything about it? it's not like we haven't been blowing her off lately.
"besides, they were friends before they were anything else. just because they're hanging out doesn't mean it's romantic."
nobara deflates. "i guess. i guess that's logical, or whatever. but if she gets hurt again-"
"if she gets hurt again, then we can be there for her. but she's in a good place right now. she's happy, and she's healthy, and she's able to do what she loves. just let her live."
the topic passes, and the conversation continues, but it still lingers in the back of nobara's mind. just what is yuta planning with her friend?
★ the school's star volleyball player is struggling keep her grades up. her friends are kind enough to help her get a tutor.. but it turns out to be her ex boyfriend. what happens when she and yuta cross paths a second time?
"we need an intervention," nobara says, sliding into the booth beside maki. "this is going too far."
yuji glances at her, then back to his burger. "what is?"
"yn! she's barely around us anymore! i swear it's because of him."
"because of yuta?" megumi asks, and maki raises her eyebrows. "he speaks."
megumi huffs, and turns his attention back to nobara, waiting for her answer.
she squints at him. "don't think just because you're friends with him that i'm not about to talk shit. that man knows just how i feel about him, and especially when it comes to him and yn."
yuji hums in agreement. "it's true. it's been, like, two weeks since we've all hung out. and that was only because she passed. it's kind of sad without her around."
maki watches them, then watches as they all turn to her. "your input, boss?" yuji asks, making megumi snicker.
"i think.." she starts, looking past the group at the table. she sees a couple in the corner of the restaurant, smiling sweetly at each other. she looks at nobara. the same lovesick smile.
"i think if he makes her happy, who are we to do anything about it? it's not like we haven't been blowing her off lately.
"besides, they were friends before they were anything else. just because they're hanging out doesn't mean it's romantic."
nobara deflates. "i guess. i guess that's logical, or whatever. but if she gets hurt again-"
"if she gets hurt again, then we can be there for her. but she's in a good place right now. she's happy, and she's healthy, and she's able to do what she loves. just let her live."
the topic passes, and the conversation continues, but it still lingers in the back of nobara's mind. just what is yuta planning with her friend?
★ the school's star volleyball player is struggling keep her grades up. her friends are kind enough to help her get a tutor.. but it turns out to be her ex boyfriend. what happens when she and yuta cross paths a second time?
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━━⠀⠀TEMPORARY CHEMISTRY ; e. yeager (chapter five)
modern!eren yeager x fem!reader
summary: you have a crush on jean kirstein and your friend eren yeager has a solution: fake date him to make jean jealous enough to notice you. unfortunately, eren is very good at pretending to be your boyfriend.
words: 5.8k
part: 5/? (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3) (pt 4)
content warning(s): modern au, college au, frat boy eren, mentions of drinking and doing recreational drugs. mentions of sex. eventual smut. no so slowburn. friends to lovers. porn with some plot. minors dni.
chapter specific warning(s): alcohol, slight jean/reader, oral sex (fem receiving), exhibition :p, slightly dubious consent, dirty talk, making out & kissing.
author's note: enjoy! this chapter is lowkey long because well . . . idk just read it.
Bodies moved shoulder-to-shoulder with the music loud enough to rattle your brain, flashing lights shining from the high ceiling. The line to get inside was practically wrapped around the block, leaving you standing in your black heels for forty minutes with Jean’s coat around your shoulders before you made it to the door.
You stood with him near the bar with a drink, trying not to look incredibly nervous every time that you made eye contact with Jean, his hand placed firmly around your waist. He leaned over the counter to grab two drinks from the very busy bartender. And damn it all, he looked good. He wore a dark button-up shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, hair styled and topped off with a watch around his wrist that definitely cost more than your rent. You always knew that Jean had a good childhood, but you weren’t aware how good it had been.
“I didn’t realize it would be this busy,” he said in a low tone, leaning so close to you that you could smell his cologne. He gave you a smile, handing you your next drink, it was the easy kind of smile that you had spent months hoping he would give you someday. “Let’s go get a table.”
He ushered you to one of the tables near the back of the club, farther away from the dense crowd so that you could actually hear yourself think. It was elevated from the dance floor, giving you a view of the moving bodies below illuminated by the flashing lights of purple and red. Jean moved to sit next to you in the booth, and you sighed for the relief from standing in heels. You watched him move, thinking that this was exactly what you wanted. This was the entire reason that you had agreed to Eren’s ridiculous plan in the first place.
You cringed internally when you thought about Eren. Ever since that night he hadn’t texted you as normally as he had before. He hadn’t stopped texting entirely, that would’ve been easy if it had been that way. The texts were shorter and less frequent. He didn’t send the endless strings of triple and quadruple texts that he’d send when a thought would cross his mind. He didn’t send you random pictures or complaints about guys in Acacia. It was like he was testing the waters, which was the exact opposite of the Eren Yeager that you knew.
Something had changed and you didn’t know what. It’s not like he remembered what happened anyway. It was like he regretted this whole elaborate plan or he had found a girl that infatuated him more than being a fake boyfriend. You wouldn’t put it past him.
Conversation flowed easily in Jean. Awkwardness didn’t even exist between the two of you, every single topic led into another and nearly an hour had passed with the two of you sitting. Jean was nice, he was funny, and he was so attentive of you that you felt like you gave your entire life story to him without even noticing.
Jean Kirstein was different from the version you had built in your head, but it was a good different. He was halfway into telling this story about how Connie gaslit Sasha into thinking that there were secret tunnels underneath campus.
“ . . . she was so convinced that she even went to the place he said the entrance was at. He never let that down.”
You laughed so hard that you almost had to spit some of your drink out. “No, there’s no way that actually happened.”
“It did!”
Jean placed his hand over his chest. “I swear on my life that it’s real.”
Around your table, the club continued with its usual noise. Sometimes a group of people would walk past the booth carrying a whole plat of shots, laughing loudly about things that probably didn’t matter. Somehow it felt quiet, separated, the two of you were occupied in your own little corner.
“This is nice,” you said, looking right into his eyes.
“Yeah?”
He rested an arm on the back of the booth around your shoulders. “I’m really glad you came.”
And the way that Jean looked at you now, you were glad too. Red light washed all over his face, merging with the blue light to cast purple. His attention didn’t falter the way it had before, making you acutely aware of the way the bass of the music pulsed beneath your feet. His hand shifted, a little bit closer to actually touching the skin of your shoulder, like he was giving you a way to pull away if you wanted.
But you didn’t pull away, watching the way that his eyes casted down to your mouth for just a moment then back up. His expression seemed to soften when he realized that you were watching him, and surprisingly, he didn’t shy away.
“Can I kiss you?”
It was honest and simple. He actually asked. There were no games or any assumptions, he cared enough to ask and that made your heart swell. For a moment you just stared at him, watching the brightness in his eyes, the anticipation making him swipe his tongue for just a moment on the top of his bottom lip. You nodded, a smile replacing his tentative face.
Jean’s hand moved to cradle your jaw, leaning in and giving you a kiss that you hadn’t expected. It wasn’t rushed or messy like you were used to, his lips moved over yours in a way that was warm and intentional. His thumb brushed against your cheek, pulling you closer to him until your thigh was pressed against his own. Your hand raised, eventually making its way to the crook of his neck, shifting your head up to account for the height difference.
He pulled away, lips parting while he leaned his forehead against your own. The look he gave you, like you were the only thing in the entire room, made your body feel like water in his hands. Jean gave you a smile, soft and real, unlike the way that anyone had ever smiled at you before except for . . .
“Do you want to go dance?” You asked in a low murmur.
Jean’s thumb brushed against your cheek again, giving you a nod. He looked entirely too pleased with himself, reaching over to take the last few swigs of his drink then extending a hand your way, which you took gladly.
You both made your way back down to the dance floor, once again packed between the bodies of others, though you didn’t mind as much now as Jean pressed himself closer to you in order to shield you from the bumps of a few drunken idiots. His hand stayed on your lower back, eventually finding a good place to stand, grabbing you so that you were chest to chest with him, gentle and protective. Every now and then, he would lean down to stay something in your ear, lips impossibly close to the spot between your ear and hairline, kissing it a few times for good measure.
The attention he gave you should have made you melt while you tilted your head to the side, glancing and drifting your eyes over the crowd of people without necessarily having any real destination. Someone was screaming the lyrics to the song playing, but it didn’t matter how loud it was. You felt safe with him, your arms coming up around his neck as you swayed your hips.
You turned again, feeling the familiar effects of alcohol beginning to sway your mind in different places. One of the many bar tables caught your eye, seeing some woman throw money practically in the face of the bartender, cringing at the secondhand embarrassment. Careening your gaze, that’s when you saw familiar blonde hair.
Armin.
Confusion was the first thing that came to your mind, Armin was the last person that you would expect to be here. He looked uncomfortable, which you would have expected even if you had your eyes closed. Armin held three drinks in his hands, splaying his fingers out to accommodate all of them to not spill. His shoulders were hunched over, like he was trying to make himself invisible to everyone else except the bartender who was passing his card back over to him.
You could see him apologize to a couple who bumped into him, even though it wasn’t his fault. The sight made you laugh, shaking your head for a moment.
Then, your eyes widened.
Armin hated clubs. He always talked about how he would rather spend his time in a three hour written test than step foot into some place like this or lock himself in a library for a whole night to get out of it.
There was only reason that he would voluntarily be here.
There was only one person who could convince him, anyway.
If he was there then that meant that —
Your eyes left Armin and drifted into the crowd, searching for someone you already knew was somewhere. The flashing red and blue lights made it hard to make out faces, and it didn’t help that bodies were moving in every single direction, hands and arms flying, the sound of drinks slamming on the floor. Your attention momentarily stalled on Armin again when you couldn’t find what you were looking for, now walking back from the bar into another direction that you followed. Soon enough, you saw him.
You felt as if you had been smacked in the face.
Eren stood near the edge of the crowd, his arms wrapped tightly around a blonde girl that you didn’t recognize. Her hand was pressed against his chest, standing on her tippy toes to say something in his ear. You saw Eren grin, leaning down and pressing his lips against the column of her throat, you could practically see his tongue lick a long stripe against the skin of her neck. She giggled, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
You felt sick.
He looked so effortless with her. She was the type of girl that he typically surrounded himself with. The sight really shouldn’t surprise you. This was Eren. This is exactly the type of thing that you had seen him do a dozen times before. You spent years watching him, commenting on how ridiculous he was to Mikasa, disappearing with girls at parties. Years hearing stories about whoever he was talking to this week. Ever since you two have been in high school he was like this.
The blonde pulled away from him, wrapping her arms around his neck, dancing to the song, practically grinding on him. His hands travelled up and down her sides, like he had done it hundreds of times before.
He probably had.
The music in the club kept going, so did the bodies dancing and so did the conversations. Except they began to blur until your mind felt empty, entirely focused on Eren, like your body could only be focused on him as a focal point. You couldn’t stop watching him, even while he was with this girl, watching them with what? Jealousy? You had no reason to feel this way. None of the things that went on between the two of you was real. It was all fake. Jean? Jean was real. Jean was real and he was standing right in front of you, holding you, dancing with you. Jean had kissed you, just like you always wanted.
Yet for some reason, your eyes were glued to Eren.
The distance couldn’t have been more than thirty, maybe forty feet. Yet it felt like you were a million miles away. The lights flashed across his face. Red. Darkness. Blue. Darkness. It mixed with purple before repeating the pattern, his head tilting to hear whatever the blonde was saying. He almost looked . . . annoyed. If you didn’t know him as much as you did, you wouldn’t have been able to notice. But you had been friends with Eren for years, you had learned how to read him.
Eren leaned back down and kissed her, like he was trying to get her to shut up. You saw the way that his tongue practically flew to her mouth, but his attention wasn’t fully on her. His eyes opened, giving a look to Armin who still looked very uncomfortable talking to some girl next to him, sipping on his drink.
You looked away for a moment, to glance back at Jean who was none the wiser to what was going on. And when you turned your attention back to Eren — he was staring right back at you.
The blonde was still pressed against him, her arms around his neck as she bounced to the music. Yet Eren wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. It wasn’t casually, the way that a friend would acknowledge another friend, really looking at you. People still danced, lights flashed over both of your faces, and you wanted to look away, you really did. But you couldn’t not when Eren’s annoyingly green eyes hadn’t left yours for a second, ignoring the pounding of the music over the speakers.
It felt like a century had happened within that moment. A whole lifetime in just a single gaze. A gaze that you couldn’t come up with the words to describe.
“Hey.”
Jean’s voice was what finally broke eye contact, making you look up at him as you tried to act like everything was normal. His hair was disheveled from dancing, flush on his cheeks from the alcohol. Guilt riddled your body, realizing that you weren’t even thinking about him while being in his arms.
It was too hot. You couldn’t think.
“I’m going to go get some air,” you said, pulling back just a bit.
Jean gave a look. “You okay? Do you want me to come with you?”
His concern only made you feel worse.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
As if something in the universe was in your favor for something, you heard the familiar voice of Reiner behind you, yelling towards Jean. Good, he would be entertained while you could slip away for a couple minutes. Or thirty. Or however long it took for you to put yourself back together. You pulled away from Jean, giving an apologetic squeeze to his forearm. Then you began the task of weaving through the people on the dance floor, slipping between bodies while you tried not to think about stumbling over your own feet.
Someone stepped on your foot and apologized, you didn’t even care. You needed to get out of this crowd. Everything pounding around you along with the lights flashing made it feel like a bad dream you were trying to escape. You went past the bar, past a cluster of girls taking shots, even past Armin, who didn’t see you while he stared into his drink.
What was wrong with you? What the hell was wrong with you? You were on a date with Jean and somehow Eren had managed to ruin it. Though, Eren hadn’t done anything. He had just looked at you. It was entirely your head that created this moment where you could barely breathe. Your chest felt like you had been stabbed.
Your feet took you into one of the less populated hallways, a balcony greeted you at the end of it, where you leaned over the rails and tried to slow your breathing.
A minute passed and then you heard your name being called.
Maybe if you didn’t look it wouldn’t be real.
“Hey.” You heard a scuffle and the sound of a shove somewhere behind you. “Hey, what the fuck asshole, watch where you’re going, Jesus Christ.”
Eren.
You kept your gaze toward the skyline. You could hear his footsteps get closer to you. “Go away, Eren.”
“Are you okay?”
You turned then, leaning your back on the railing to keep some semblance of space between the two of you. “I said go away, Eren.”
The worst thing is that you meant it, and he knew you did. Eren spent enough time learning you as you did him throughout all the years. “You never meant that before,” he said, almost like he was hurt a bit, masked by his fleeting attempt to be confident. You hadn’t ever wanted him gone, no matter how many times the two of you got into arguments or fought, which happened a lot when you were younger but less now.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” you said back to him.
You moved to push past him, deciding that you would rather feel suffocated by the hot club than be anywhere near him right now. Eren’s arm shot out, grabbing onto the top of your arm, holding you there and looking to the side. “Why are you acting like this right now?” He asked, obviously beginning to get angry himself.
You wiggled out of his grasp, starting to walk faster inside. It seemed like he had no intention of letting you get away, following you back inside the hallway. There wasn’t enough distance between the balcony and the hallway to lose him, you could still hear his footsteps behind you. The music started to grow louder while you moved closer to the noise, the familiar feeling of the bass vibrating through your heels from the floor.
“Will you just fucking slow down!” Eren said.
You didn’t even look back, a laugh leaving your mouth. “Eren, I’m so fucking serious right now.”
You grabbed the nearest handle that you could find, stepping inside to one of the single use bathrooms. It was small, but it would be fine for you to stand and try to compose yourself again. There was a vanity in one of the walls for the sink, a mini white tiled floor that surprisingly shined despite it being a club bathroom. Turning to reach for the door to lock it, you realized that your hand was shaking.
That momentary pause was enough for the door to be pushed open and Eren rushed in, the door closed behind him and he stood in front of the handle so you couldn’t leave. You saw his hand behind his back to lock the door, effectively leaving both of you in the cramped bathroom.
“Seriously?” You asked him, your eyes squinting. “What the hell is wrong with you!”
Eren genuinely looked pissed, running a hand through his hair, half of it basically falling out of the bun. “What’s wrong with me?” He spat back. His cheeks were red, a flush that seemed to envelop his entire top half, or as much as you could see. He sported a black tank top, one that was cut low enough that you could see the key tattoo that he had gotten the second he turned eighteen. You still remember sitting in the seat next to Mikasa while he got it to keep him company.
“Are you serious right now? Who the fuck bursts into a bathroom?” You countered.
“You’ve been acting insane!”
You gave him a look of disbelief, anger rising to your chest. “Oh, I’m the one acting insane?”
“Yes!”
“You were having a wonderful time shoving your tongue down that girl's throat, maybe you should let me out and get back to doing that,” You spat.
Eren stared at you, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “Seriously?”
You crossed your arms in front of your chest, ignoring the way that you could feel your heart hammering through the top you wore that you only put on when you went out. “What?”
“That’s what you’re upset about?”
You felt exposed. “No!”
“Then why are you standing here like I committed a crime?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you said, throwing your hands up in the air dramatically. “I forgot Eren Yeager is allowed to do whatever the fuck he wants at any time. The Acacia president who is so untouchable nobody is able to talk down or question anything that he does.”
Eren stared at you, laughing, actually laughing through his anger. You could practically see him shaking, eyes rolling from agitation. “Are you hearing yourself right now, you sound crazy!”
“Are you? You spent weeks telling me to go after Jean, practically shoving me at him, telling me to text him, and then you get angry and follow me the second you see him with his arms around my waist on the dance floor?”
His jaw tensed, you could practically see the pulse point of his neck bouncing up and down. “That’s not what —”
“Not what, Eren? Seriously, you’re so aggravating! You’ve been acting weird ever since —” You paused, realizing you were about to talk about that night at the party.
“Ever since what?” He asked, stepping closer to you, charged air between the two of your bodies.
“We are not doing this right now, can I go? You’re going to make me burst an aneurism or something,” you said, trying to deflect.
“You know what your problem is?”
“Oh yes, just what I wanted, to hear what my problem is from you.”
Eren didn’t pause. “You finally got your little date with Jean and you can’t stop looking at me. A little counter intuitive don’t you think? Since you wanted to be with him so badly.”
“Oh fuck you, Eren.” You reached around him for the door lock.
“Just admit that you’re jealous of the girl I was with and then you can leave.”
You stopped dead in your movement.
He continued. “You looked like you wanted to kill her and I didn’t even know her name”
“Oh really, that’s your argument?” You looked up at him then, realizing just how close you were. If you took even an inch of a step, you would collide into him. You could see every single detail of his face when he looked down at you. All the things that you had silently noticed about him throughout the years. The small scar that was beneath his eye, healed over a shade of white, the flush of his cheeks from alcohol. His green eyes, which somehow looked brighter despite the low light of the bathroom, looked right through you.
His voice, lower now, said, “So tell me I’m wrong.”
You paused, licking your lips without even thinking about it, though maybe you did absentmindedly because you glanced at his own. “You’re wrong.”
Eren gave a smile, an almost evil smile.
“See, the thing is, I don’t believe you.”
His hand came up, grasping your neck to pull you up to a kiss. It wasn’t a nice one, it wasn’t the same lustful way that he had kissed you before. It almost hurt, it was angry. You knew it would bruise, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Eren kept you there, hand around your throat, squeezing not enough to constrict air, but enough to keep you anchored to him. Your hand reached for his waist, but his other beat you there, grabbing your hand and pushing you backward, feeling the cool surface of the vanity against the top of your thighs.
And he kept pushing you farther back, his hands moving down to your thighs, hoisting you up onto the surface. You instinctively opened your legs, allowing him to slot in between them, invading your space. His mouth moved over yours a second longer, before he pulled away, giving you a glance before busying himself by kissing down your neck. It wasn’t like the way he did with that girl out in the club, he put his time into it, licking and biting until your head felt dizzy. It wasn’t from the alcohol, it was from him, the messy and sloppy entirety of him.
“Eren,” you breathed, eyes closing and feeling your mind think back to that night at the party, how laid back he had been back then. Now he was hungry, finding that place against your pulse point and biting. You bit back a moan, which apparently he didn’t like, and he bit down again, fast enough to have the moan spill out of your mouth shamelessly.
You felt him laugh. “That’s it,” he whispered against your skin.
You wanted to scream at him again, wanted to tell him that you still thought that he was an annoying asshole for cornering you. But the words died in your throat when his hands ran from your thighs to underneath your skirt. Eren knew exactly what he was doing, continuing his kiss down your neck before settling against your collarbone. One of his fingers grazed the elastic of your underwear near your inner thigh, obviously teasing you, slowing down his movements purposely.
Your hand flew to his hair, pulling it up so he was forced to look at you, his lips red. “Don’t think you’re getting away with what you said,” you said to him, your voice wavering while his finger ran a firm line up your slit through your underwear. Your eyes widened, gripping his hair a little bit stronger this time. He laughed when he saw your reaction, which should’ve annoyed you, but it didn’t. “I’m serious, Eren. You make it really easy to hate you.”
Eren’s eyes flickered down your body, noting the way your skin burned red, chest heaving up and down from how much he was affecting you. “Fine,” he said, making eye contact with you again. “Hate me then.”
He dropped down to his knees, and thanks to his height, he was eye level with your spread legs. Eren got to work right away, pressing a deep kiss to your inner thigh, making you use one hand to grip against the vanity, knuckles burning white. The other stayed in his hair, conflicted between pushing him away or pulling it forward. But Eren didn’t give you the time to choose, since he kissed your thighs again and again, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter until he was face to face with your clothed pussy. You could feel his breath through the thin fabric, and all thoughts about hating him seemed to subside.
His fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your legs until you were bare before him. Eren’s hair fell forward, obscuring his eyes, but you could see the way he looked entirely too confident in himself. He looked as though he owned the space, owned the bathroom and you were shamelessly in, and most importantly, like he owned you.
There was no word of warning. Eren leaned in and buried his face in between your legs. His tongue lashed out with a blunt but practiced hunger. Your first instinct from the feeling was to close your thighs from the sensitivity, but he kept them open by his hands gripping your thighs so intensely you thought that it would bruise in the morning. He wasn’t being gentle regardless of your experience, he was being thorough.
It was a vulgar enthusiasm, the way his mouth worked against you, forcing a choked and desperate sound from your throat. You wanted to hate how much he knew exactly what he was doing, that he could get down on his knees and control you like this. But any thoughts about anything else other than the feeling he was giving you flew out of your mind. It was just too good.
The sound of the club thumped through the wall of the bathroom, music easing through the door, but it was nothing compared to the wet and sticky sounds of Eren working between your legs. While one of his hands stayed anchored to your thigh, the other came in between your legs, spreading you out and he spat. You felt the liquid drip down you onto the vanity, which made your toes curl, the sound of one of your heels falling and clanking to the floor.
His tongue traced the folds, pressing down in a way that made you see stairs. The hand in his hair pulled him closer, but he didn’t dare pull away from you, not when he was so content where he was. Eren was greedy, licking with vulgar intensity, paying attention to your clit and sucking it into his mouth.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” you muttered, biting your lip and throwing your head back until it hit the mirror behind you. From this position you could watch him, and almost terrifyingly, he was watching you. His eyes stayed on your face, watching every single movement of your face, like he was memorizing it for later. And you were giving him a show, the way that your mouth stayed parted, your back arching and basically giving yourself over to him. You could tell that he liked the way you looked while you were being pulled apart, stripped of all that hatred you claimed you felt for him just a few moments before.
Eren didn’t let up in his borderline attack on your pussy, tongue swirling against you in a greedy rhythm, prolonging the moment even though he knew that you were getting closer to your breaking point. It was the same feeling you had felt at the party for him, a coiling, bubbling feeling in your abdomen. You were shaking, breath coming in ragged and shallow hitches, watching him take his time, taking your desperation with his mouth.
“Weren’t you just saying that you —” Lick. “— hated me?” He taunted against your skin, digging his nails in your thigh. “Can you even — Lick. “— think right now?”
You didn’t even have it in you to say something back, legs opening wider as you felt yourself get closer and closer. He took the opportunity to dip his tongue down to your hole, pressing it inside of you and spreading your wetness all the way back up to your clit. With a deliberate flick of his tongue, he drove you to the brink, green eyes watching as you fell apart.
He let out a low, guttural sound, watching your pupils blown wide and jaw going slack, whimpering his name over and over. Eren didn’t pull away to show you mercy, he leaned in and continued to press kisses to your pussy while you tremored, spitting again just to make a mess of you. Even as your breathing slowed into pathetic gasps, he stayed, tasting the salty sweetness of your orgasm. He gave one more slow, possessive lick that made you moan in exhaustion.
Eren stayed there for a moment before pulling away to sit on his heels. His hand came to wipe the drops of moisture on his mouth and chin, lips glistening and hair a mess. His eyes burned with a look of triumph while he stood up, reaching to brush a damp stray of hair from your face behind your hair.
You didn’t know what to say, feeling your thighs still tremble as you closed them, hopping off of the counter and using him to stay upright. Eren checked his watch, then looked into the mirror to make himself look a bit more presentable.
“You should get back to horse face,” he said, so nonchalant. “Before he starts wondering where you are.”
“Are you serious?” You asked, that annoyance from earlier making a reappearance.
Eren turned to give you a grin, hands going down to pull your skirt back down. “Deathly serious. I’ve gotta get Armin out of here. He’s probably dead right now.”
“You just did that and you’re talking about Armin?”
“We’ll talk later,” Eren spoke. He gave your cheek a small tap, grabbing your hand to pull you out the door. “Besides, do you really want to talk in a club bathroom?”
“I think we’ve pretty much defiled the bathroom at this point.”
“We’re definitely not the first people to do that.”
Ew.
“Wait, wait,” Eren said, turning back to look at you. You were about to ask him what he could possibly want now, but you were silenced by his lips against yours, tongue dipping into your mouth. Taunting you with the taste of your release still swirling in his mouth. Once he pulled away, he turned like nothing happened. “Good, right?”
You didn’t have time to say anything before he opened the door.
The music from the club greeted you once again, Eren’s hand leading you back to the main room. He leaned down to give you a goodbye, walking in the opposite direction where he had been earlier with Armin. You watched him leave, long enough to where you could barely see him above the crowd. Then your attention turned to wherever the hell Jean was, or rather, where you had left him with Reiner, and walked before stopping again.
You felt . . . bare. Like you were missing something, but no, you had your skirt on, you had your shirt on. And yet . . .
Eren took your panties. Of course he did, he was trying his best to rattle you when you went back to Jean. You could just imagine him right now, smirking, trying to get Armin out of the crowd while he held your panties in his back pocket like some goddamn trophy.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” you said out loud.
A girl next to you obviously heard your exclamation. “Yes girl, go kill him!” The rest of her group hollered. They said a string of drunken man hating comments, then all sipped on their drinks when they really needed to drink water instead.
At least a cluster of drunk girls were on your side.
Eventually, you found your way back to Jean. He was talking to Reiner, joined by Connie and Sasha who seemingly showed up to the club while you were away.
“Hey,” Jean said, hands reaching for you. “I was wondering where you were, did you get sick?”
You gave a nod, not trusting your own voice. It was better for him to just think that instead of the alternative, and it gave you time to push down the guilt you felt for being with Eren. Jean smiled, wrapping his arm around you. Connie and Sasha gave you a nod, along with Reiner who unsurprisingly gave you a squeeze on your shoulder before throwing back the shot in his hand.
“Well, you really didn’t miss much. We were thinking about heading out soon anyway. I can walk you home?” Jean asked.
“Sure, sounds good,” You said.
Jean pressed a kiss to the top of your head, saying, “Good, just wanna make sure you get home safe.” His face stayed close, and his eyes looked down, pressing a kiss to your mouth. His tongue gave a tentative swipe around your mouth before pulling away, teasing you and looking oh so pleased with himself. In any other context, you would’ve welcomed any kiss from Jean. But this time . . . well, you felt like you were carrying the biggest secret of your life.
You wondered if he could taste Eren, or even more embarrassing, your own release.
Obviously not, because Jean was right back to talking to Reiner about football. Your phone buzzed in your bag, and you knew exactly who it was. Because who else would it be?
★ the school's star volleyball player is struggling keep her grades up. her friends are kind enough to help her get a tutor.. but it turns out to be her ex boyfriend. what happens when she and yuta cross paths a second time?
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★ a/n! i took an everything shower this morning then watched alien stage again and made mac and cheese while making this
★ the school's star volleyball player is struggling keep her grades up. her friends are kind enough to help her get a tutor.. but it turns out to be her ex boyfriend. what happens when she and yuta cross paths a second time?
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★ a/n! i took an everything shower this morning then watched alien stage again and made mac and cheese while making this
★ the school's star volleyball player is struggling keep her grades up. her friends are kind enough to help her get a tutor.. but it turns out to be her ex boyfriend. what happens when she and yuta cross paths a second time?
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★ a/n! i'm mourning eren and reiner so bad rn i've been listening to aot openings all day
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