She stood amongst a hefty set of sweaty bodies, all dancing along sinfully to the music that blazed through the speakers a little too loud for your likings- but a little social outing was good for the soul….allegedly. As you slowly drank your martini you looked around the club feeling slightly out of place. Not because you didn’t “belong” because the two-piece leopard print set you wore showed that you belonged here, maybe even more. It was the feeling, the loneliness that crept in everything you saw two friends approach the bar for drinks, people on the dance floor dancing together when you arrived alone.
No random stranger approached you for a dance, no friends called to invite you out. While leaning against the bar, you twirled the straw in the cup with your tongue, the feeling of anxiousness creeping in your bones- should you have just gone to work? Maybe slept in? Right now, anything seems better than being here. As a partynextdoor song slowly filled your ears, you nodded along slowly, your eyes do another sweep of the dance floor, now registering that there was a VIP lounge. It was weird because, there were only five guys up there. No dancers, nothing.
There was a buzzed cut guy leaning just as you were, only difference is that he looked more confident as he overlooked the balcony. Another guy leaned next him, his light brown hair was the only thing you can make out as he backed you clearly in deep conversation with the guy next to him. In between them sat two other guys. One sat on the left with his hair neatly tucked back into what looked like a bun. It was the one next to him that really caught your eyes. He was blonde, from as far as you were you could tell that he had some beautiful blue eyes.
Every detail you could identify on his face, contradicted the persona he seemed to wear. From the earrings that rested neatly in his ears, to the sliver chain that hung neatly around his neck. You could point out the graphic tee and cargo pants that he wore as well. Everything you seemed to notice on him, interested you. And maybe you were looking too hard because those same blue eyes you were admiring, were now looking at you. His mouth moved as he conversed with the people around him, but his eyes never left you.
You didn’t realize it, but he seemed to be giving you back the same attention that you gave him mere seconds ago. His eyes found everything. Analyzed every detail he could see, from how the two-piece clung to your skin and left barely anything to his imagination, to even how you seemed content with not partying- the drink you held seemed like it was going warm. It almost felt like he was searching your soul.
The eye contact seemed to last forever. Neither of you making any motions towards each other, but not looking away either. It was like you both were content in your own space, but still slightly craved the attention of someone else. Would he make a move and come and talk to you before the night was over? As the DJ’s venture with partynextdoor seemed to come to an end and he picked back up into more active music, you lost sight of him.
Sweaty bodies covered the dance floor just as they did before, completely blocking your view from the mystery man. Your attraction for the club died soon after that and you started to make your way to the door. As you pushed past people, you looked over when you got the clearer view of where he was again, but he was gone. Only the man with the bun sat lazily in the chair, this time, his attention was pointed right towards you. Almost like he knew something you didn’t because a small smirk broke out across his face. Shaking your head, you continued to push past the crowd until you got outside the door. Leaning against the door, you recall the uneventful, yet somewhat interesting night. You smiled slightly before walking to the road to see if you could get a taxi.
Synopsis: You know who to call when you're in a bad mood.
eren x black reader
contains: cheating (i do not support it), slight smut? eren kinda being down bad?
interact for a part II
"You wanted me?" Eren called from the door. He wore a plain white shirt with black sweats. It looked like he had just come from getting a haircut because his undercut was cleaner than usual, and the light stubble he had last week was gone, leaving him with a smooth face. Just a gold chain was around his neck.
He was more mature than he was when he was younger, and you were glad for that. Sometimes, when your boyfriend was busy, he would offer to take you places. It was good that you two were able to have this kind of relationship, despite the many differences between you both.
Many differences. The two of you go way back, high school sweethearts. Not even college could've separated you two...or so you thought. Things ended on a clean note...too clean. Maybe that's why sometimes, when you felt lonely he was the first person you'd call- and he'd come even if you didn't mean it. Like now.
"Yeah, um- come inside." you motioned
"You look nice." he commented as he watched you walk in front of him. You turned around a shot him a look knowing exactly what he meant, which made him hold up his hands in a surrendering position before laughing.
But he was being honest. He didn't think you could get even hotter than you were back in college. And even though things with your boyfriend were going steady...Eren still liked to remind you that you deserved more. Friendly dates, flowers, compliments,
Those were things you could accept from your ex, right?
You both got into the living room and took a seat. "This couch has some nice memories, doesn't it?" You blushed at the memories the couch did, in fact, hold. You've had this apartment since college. This couch has seen a lot between you and that dark-haired male. Even if it was inappropriate to mention, even if it was wrong of you to be flustered.
"So, what did you want?" he spoke up looking at you. "Just wanted to catch up, that's all" you shrugged as you motioned for him to come and sit next to you since he was in the seat across from you.
He stared at your appearance for a while before slowly coming over to where you were, which didn't bother you right now because that was the effect Eren always seemed to have on you. When he got to you, he leaned down so you both were eye level, your faces close but not close enough for him to try anything, "Where's your boyfriend, princess?" his face now drawing closer, "you look really nice, you know?" he placed his hand on the side of you face and brought you towards him, your foreheads now touching.
You both made eye contact; the tension, if possible, got heavier as you both held the contact. His lips touched yours; it was a soft peck. "You look really, really good, princess," he tauntingly spoke as he leaned down to give you what you thought would be another short peck again, but it was a long one instead. "I should probably respect your boyfriend; he seems really nice," he said while shaking his hand and stepping away from you. "I'm sorry about that."
It would have to be the effect, because even now, you can't find it in you to throw him out. You can't find it in you to say that it's wrong...or that you hated it. And he could sense that. He could see all the wheels turning in your brain, how you didn't fight him even if he was wrong.
He looked at you again before placing his lips on yours again, this time, actually kissing you.
Your lips moulded together. You completely forgot about your boyfriend as you made out with your ex. He grabbed you softly before shifting your position to you, now lying on the couch, and him on top of you.
His attention moved from your lips to your neck, lightly sucking it, being careful not to leave any marks. When he was pleased with what he did, he moved his focus back to your lips- kissing you again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more passionate. Your hands made their way around his neck and into his hair. Your fingers caressed his hair as his hands began to linger on your body.
You both wanted more. The heavy breathing and stares said so. "What would Joey do if he saw you like this, hm?" he questioned as his hands moved from her face to her breast, down her stomach to her pants.
"You're so pretty like this, baby." he said as he took in her appearance. He motioned for her to sit up so he could take off her pants. He then sat her on his lap, drinking in her appearance once more. He kissed her neck as his needy hands found their way on her firm ass, placing a light slap on it before massaging it.
The teasing wasn't doing them both any good. But he knew it was probably a while since she felt like this, so he was savoring the moment.
He groaned as she decided to take matters into her own hands and started grinding on him. The tent in his pants grew even more as he felt the wet juices from her pussy on his clothed dick.
"We can't do this Eren," you mumbled slapping his chest. He chuckled before moving you to disregard your underwear and his as well as his pants. He placed you back over him and aligned you with his dick.
"Then tell me to stop." he said as pushed himself into you, both of you moaning at the feeling. You didn't want him to stop. "It's all up to you now, baby." he chuckled as he leaned back into his arms- waiting for you to make a move.
Synopsis: You know who to call when you're in a bad mood.
eren x black reader
contains: cheating (i do not support it), slight smut? eren kinda being down bad?
interact for a part II
"You wanted me?" Eren called from the door. He wore a plain white shirt with black sweats. It looked like he had just come from getting a haircut because his undercut was cleaner than usual, and the light stubble he had last week was gone, leaving him with a smooth face. Just a gold chain was around his neck.
He was more mature than he was when he was younger, and you were glad for that. Sometimes, when your boyfriend was busy, he would offer to take you places. It was good that you two were able to have this kind of relationship, despite the many differences between you both.
Many differences. The two of you go way back, high school sweethearts. Not even college could've separated you two...or so you thought. Things ended on a clean note...too clean. Maybe that's why sometimes, when you felt lonely he was the first person you'd call- and he'd come even if you didn't mean it. Like now.
"Yeah, um- come inside." you motioned
"You look nice." he commented as he watched you walk in front of him. You turned around a shot him a look knowing exactly what he meant, which made him hold up his hands in a surrendering position before laughing.
But he was being honest. He didn't think you could get even hotter than you were back in college. And even though things with your boyfriend were going steady...Eren still liked to remind you that you deserved more. Friendly dates, flowers, compliments,
Those were things you could accept from your ex, right?
You both got into the living room and took a seat. "This couch has some nice memories, doesn't it?" You blushed at the memories the couch did, in fact, hold. You've had this apartment since college. This couch has seen a lot between you and that dark-haired male. Even if it was inappropriate to mention, even if it was wrong of you to be flustered.
"So, what did you want?" he spoke up looking at you. "Just wanted to catch up, that's all" you shrugged as you motioned for him to come and sit next to you since he was in the seat across from you.
He stared at your appearance for a while before slowly coming over to where you were, which didn't bother you right now because that was the effect Eren always seemed to have on you. When he got to you, he leaned down so you both were eye level, your faces close but not close enough for him to try anything, "Where's your boyfriend, princess?" his face now drawing closer, "you look really nice, you know?" he placed his hand on the side of you face and brought you towards him, your foreheads now touching.
You both made eye contact; the tension, if possible, got heavier as you both held the contact. His lips touched yours; it was a soft peck. "You look really, really good, princess," he tauntingly spoke as he leaned down to give you what you thought would be another short peck again, but it was a long one instead. "I should probably respect your boyfriend; he seems really nice," he said while shaking his hand and stepping away from you. "I'm sorry about that."
It would have to be the effect, because even now, you can't find it in you to throw him out. You can't find it in you to say that it's wrong...or that you hated it. And he could sense that. He could see all the wheels turning in your brain, how you didn't fight him even if he was wrong.
He looked at you again before placing his lips on yours again, this time, actually kissing you.
Your lips moulded together. You completely forgot about your boyfriend as you made out with your ex. He grabbed you softly before shifting your position to you, now lying on the couch, and him on top of you.
His attention moved from your lips to your neck, lightly sucking it, being careful not to leave any marks. When he was pleased with what he did, he moved his focus back to your lips- kissing you again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more passionate. Your hands made their way around his neck and into his hair. Your fingers caressed his hair as his hands began to linger on your body.
You both wanted more. The heavy breathing and stares said so. "What would Joey do if he saw you like this, hm?" he questioned as his hands moved from her face to her breast, down her stomach to her pants.
"You're so pretty like this, baby." he said as he took in her appearance. He motioned for her to sit up so he could take off her pants. He then sat her on his lap, drinking in her appearance once more. He kissed her neck as his needy hands found their way on her firm ass, placing a light slap on it before massaging it.
The teasing wasn't doing them both any good. But he knew it was probably a while since she felt like this, so he was savoring the moment.
He groaned as she decided to take matters into her own hands and started grinding on him. The tent in his pants grew even more as he felt the wet juices from her pussy on his clothed dick.
"We can't do this Eren," you mumbled slapping his chest. He chuckled before moving you to disregard your underwear and his as well as his pants. He placed you back over him and aligned you with his dick.
"Then tell me to stop." he said as pushed himself into you, both of you moaning at the feeling. You didn't want him to stop. "It's all up to you now, baby." he chuckled as he leaned back into his arms- waiting for you to make a move.
She stood amongst a hefty set of sweaty bodies, all dancing along sinfully to the music that blazed through the speakers a little too loud for your likings- but a little social outing was good for the soul….allegedly. As you slowly drank your martini you looked around the club feeling slightly out of place. Not because you didn’t “belong” because the two-piece leopard print set you wore showed that you belonged here, maybe even more. It was the feeling, the loneliness that crept in everything you saw two friends approach the bar for drinks, people on the dance floor dancing together when you arrived alone.
No random stranger approached you for a dance, no friends called to invite you out. While leaning against the bar, you twirled the straw in the cup with your tongue, the feeling of anxiousness creeping in your bones- should you have just gone to work? Maybe slept in? Right now, anything seems better than being here. As a partynextdoor song slowly filled your ears, you nodded along slowly, your eyes do another sweep of the dance floor, now registering that there was a VIP lounge. It was weird because, there were only five guys up there. No dancers, nothing.
There was a buzzed cut guy leaning just as you were, only difference is that he looked more confident as he overlooked the balcony. Another guy leaned next him, his light brown hair was the only thing you can make out as he backed you clearly in deep conversation with the guy next to him. In between them sat two other guys. One sat on the left with his hair neatly tucked back into what looked like a bun. It was the one next to him that really caught your eyes. He was blonde, from as far as you were you could tell that he had some beautiful blue eyes.
Every detail you could identify on his face, contradicted the persona he seemed to wear. From the earrings that rested neatly in his ears, to the sliver chain that hung neatly around his neck. You could point out the graphic tee and cargo pants that he wore as well. Everything you seemed to notice on him, interested you. And maybe you were looking too hard because those same blue eyes you were admiring, were now looking at you. His mouth moved as he conversed with the people around him, but his eyes never left you.
You didn’t realize it, but he seemed to be giving you back the same attention that you gave him mere seconds ago. His eyes found everything. Analyzed every detail he could see, from how the two-piece clung to your skin and left barely anything to his imagination, to even how you seemed content with not partying- the drink you held seemed like it was going warm. It almost felt like he was searching your soul.
The eye contact seemed to last forever. Neither of you making any motions towards each other, but not looking away either. It was like you both were content in your own space, but still slightly craved the attention of someone else. Would he make a move and come and talk to you before the night was over? As the DJ’s venture with partynextdoor seemed to come to an end and he picked back up into more active music, you lost sight of him.
Sweaty bodies covered the dance floor just as they did before, completely blocking your view from the mystery man. Your attraction for the club died soon after that and you started to make your way to the door. As you pushed past people, you looked over when you got the clearer view of where he was again, but he was gone. Only the man with the bun sat lazily in the chair, this time, his attention was pointed right towards you. Almost like he knew something you didn’t because a small smirk broke out across his face. Shaking your head, you continued to push past the crowd until you got outside the door. Leaning against the door, you recall the uneventful, yet somewhat interesting night. You smiled slightly before walking to the road to see if you could get a taxi.
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