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☆ context: You're in your hotel room working on queries by yourself.

Pieck comes back an hour or so later, and you’re still working on your review notes. The only time she talks to you again is when she’s settling in for bed and she asks, “Is it ok if I turn off the light?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say, still hunched over your laptop.

After your little support circle for Reiner with Pieck earlier this evening, you feel like things between the two of you are less tense. You know that the fact that the two of you have a mutal friend doesn’t mean the two of you will become friends, too — but, things just feel lighter.

You have to remind yourself that you're still in some weird competition for Jean’s feelings, so the two of you will never truly be friends, but you’re willing to set aside your differences to make sure that Reiner is ok. It was really tough seeing someone as strong and tough as Reiner show such a vulnerable side of himself.

Wait a second… where did Pieck go?

You feel your heart racing in your chest as you break out into a cold sweat. Shit, shit, shit. Did she leave to go see Jean? Is that where she was?

You glance over at her from the corner of your eye and she looks… happy. Fuck. She said she was going out for a walk, there’s no way she would have left to go see Jean, right?

Right?

When Pieck shuts of the lights, you feel like you’re on the brink of hyperventilating. You try to calm yourself down by taking slow breaths from your nose, but all you can think about is Jean and Pieck together. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

To your surprise, you see your work messenger chat light up and you eagerly take the distraction.

Eren Jaeger: still working? Eren Jaeger: it’s almost midnight, you should go to bed

You: You’re working too

Eren Jaeger: i’m not.  Eren Jaeger: i just came online to check on you

You: I’ll go to bed in a bit. I’m just finishing up.

Eren Jaeger: k, i’ll wait until you log off

You: You don’t have to do that

Eren Jaeger: i want to

He knows you’re not just finishing up. Even over text, Eren can tell that you’re lying and it bothers him.

He’s really worried about you and it’s making him feel fucking terrible because you keep pushing him away. He wants to help you and be there for you and hold your hand and fucking kiss your face.

Eren feels like he’s fucking losing it every time he thinks about you. Which is constantly because he’s always thinking about you.

Floch’s already asleep with his eyemask on and his earplugs in while Eren is sitting hunched over his laptop, staring at your profile picture and the little green dot next to it, signifying that you’re still online.

He sighs heavily and pinches at the bridge of his nose. He’s tired, but he doesn’t want you to be up all night, so he intends to sit here and wait. Surprisingly, he doesn’t wait long before you message him again.

You: Ok, I’m all done. You: You can log off now.

Eren Jaeger: for real? Eren Jaeger: i’m come over there and check

You: Lol You: I’m not lying. You: I’m tired You: Goodnight Eren

Eren Jaeger: k Eren Jaeger: goodnight

Eren waits until the little green dot turns grey, signifying that you’re offline, before he takes a heavy sigh. He knows you’re still lying to him, he knows you can manually change your status through this app, and if he knows that, then you probably do too.

He closes his laptop dejectedly and pushes it over to the other side of the bed — your side of the bed. He shuts off his bedside light and settles into bed with a heavy sigh, lips pursed in thought.

He considers just packing up his things and marching down to your room.

… 

In fact, he really wants to do that. The more he thinks about it, the harder it is for him to come up with a reason not to go check on you.

So he does. He throws off his blanket and grabs his phone and the key to his room, but nothing else and marches out into the hallway and down toward your room in just his pyjama pants.

Eren knocks quietly at your door, unsure if Pieck is awake or not. Once… twice…

Just as he’s about to knock a third time he hears feet padding against the floor and the soft click! of the lock on the other side of the door before it swings open.

Eren feels like he’s melting into a puddle as he looks down at your face. Even though the two of you spent all day together, he feels like he misses you. He wants to scoop you up in his arms and never let go, but the way you’re frowning at him makes him hesitate.

“What are you doing here?” you hiss, voice low as you look behind you. “Pieck is sleeping.” You seem frazzled and Eren immediately feels like he’s made a mistake coming here.

“I told you I was going to come check on you,” he says with a shrug, stuffing his hands in his pockets when he feels them start to shake. “Can I come inside?”

“No!” you hiss, eyes widening in alarm. “If Pieck sees you, she’s going to think we’re dating, and then she’s going to tell Jean. You can’t be here.”

“Come over, then,” he says, and even though he tries to play it off as cool, he can hear the desperation in his own voice.

“I’m really not in the mood to suck your dick right now.”

“Why do you think I only ever want sex from you?” he asks, frowning. 

“Because that’s what we do,” you say, brows furrowing in confusion. You sigh heavily, running a hand up and down across your face. “Look, Eren. I know we had all these big plans for this job, but I have a lot of work to do, so I can’t come over every night.”

“That’s ok,” he assures. “We don’t have to have sex, we can just cuddle.”

You look up at him skeptically. “We both know you don’t mean that,” and it hurts his feelings a little to know you think so lowly of him.

He knows this is his fault, though. This is because of how adamant he was about keeping things casual, about how he’s not into relationships, about how he’s just in it for sex. He really shot himself in the foot with that one.

“I’m serious,” he says, but you’re already starting to shut the door.

“Goodnight, Eren. Maybe tomorrow,” you offer with a shrug before closing the door in his face.

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☆ context: None needed.

It started with the morning coffees. 

After hooking up with you in the public bathroom of your shared workplace, Eren couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to be nice and keep himself at the top of your mind and what better way to do that than to make sure you started every day thinking of him? It was no extra burden for him, he just had to ask the barista for a second coffee (girls liked vanilla lattes, right?) and take a small detour around the office to drop it off at your desk. Most of the time you weren’t even there, anyway. 

Then one day you were, and you stopped him to chat. 

“I thought you had forgotten about me,” you said. Your eyes lit up when they met his and it gave him a weird feeling in his chest. 

“What are you, an addict?” he asked, handing you the cup. Your fingers brushed on the exchange and Eren wished your hand had lingered on his a little longer. “Why are you in early today?”

“Jean had an appointment so I had to take public transportation,” you explained. Ugh, he hated the way Jean’s name sounded in your mouth.

“By yourself?”

“Yeah, it was tough— dangerous, even.”

“Yeah? Did you have to beat off a guy with a stick to get here?”

“Well, no, I usually beat them off with my hands,” you said, smirking and making a lewd gesture with your fist. 

Eren liked how funny you were. You were easier to talk to than some of the other girls he hooked up with. Post-sex silence and the awkward drive home together after hooking up in his car used to be his least favourite part, but with you, he almost liked just sitting and talking with you as much as the sex itself. 

“I’m familiar,” he said, leaning forward into you.  You stepped up on your toes and Eren’s eyes drifted down to your lips. They were so soft and pouty, just looking at them made him want to bite them. “Do you wanna hang out tonight?”

“Can’t tonight. It’s movie night with the Roomies,” you said with a pout, pushing that bottom lip out even further. 

“After?”

“It’ll be late.”

“I don’t care.” He really didn’t. Even though driving to see you took him almost an hour, each way, he’d do it in a heartbeat if you asked. Anything to see you again, to feel you.

“Bye! Drive safe and text me when you guys are home!” You wave goodbye as Sasha, Connie, and Jean step into the elevator. Just as the elevator dings and the doors begin to close, Eren firmly grasps your arm and pulls you back inside. “Whoa!” He slams your body against the closest wall by the front door, pushing his knee to spread your legs, and his lips impatiently smashing into yours. “Mmph!” His rough hand slides up to cup your cheek to keep you in place, the kiss is beginning to get steamy. Eren sucks on your bottom lip then tugs it with his teeth, causing you to automatically part your lips. His sly tongue slips into your mouth and aggressively dominates yours. Your hands gripping tightly on his white shirt, trying to keep up with his vigorous kiss. “Ah! Er-Eren~!”

“Been waiting for … all fucking night … to touch you.” Eren tickles your skin with his soft lips, kissing along with your jawline. His hand wanders on your body, scrunching up your tank top to feel your heated skin. Gliding his hand upwards to give a firm squeeze on your tit, listening to your cute squeal and flexing his thigh to rub his knee against your loose shorts. “You wore these damn shorts on purpose, didn’t you?” His emerald green eyes darkened with lust and a crooked smile spread on his lips.

“I-I didn’t!” Your panties are soaking through your loose shorts and craving for more than just his knee. 

“Liar.” He sucks on your collarbone earning another cute mewl from you. Trailing his long fingers down towards your shorts and feeling the heat from your needy cunt. Eren groans huskily into your chest before pulling your drenched panties aside and easily sinks two fingers into your pussy.

Are Eren and you dating?

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Absolutely not. This was not planned at all.

Actually it all started back a month ago.

“That’s it! I’m done with dating!” You tossed your phone onto the couch in frustration before plopping down. “Men SUCKS. If I had balls, they can just choke on it.” Eren snickered as he observed your irritated mood. “No, seriously? What is wrong with men these days? I keep meeting jerks who are emotionally unavailable, who doesn’t know what they fucking want, who can’t keep up with a proper conversation, or doesn’t want to put the effort in?”

As he spoke, Eren shrugged nonchalantly, revealing a hint of indifference, “Just meeting the wrong guys, I guess.” He wasn’t one to give relationship advice, but wanted to offer some kind of reassuring words. “I’m sure you’ll find somebody.” 

“Nope, I’m done. I would rather be single and not have to deal with constant boy’s bullshit.” 

“Hey, welcome to my side of the tunnel.” Eren spreaded his arms wide for you to embrace being single. “Just find a fuck buddy and do whatever you want without having any obligations.”

“Please, I don’t need a fuck buddy.”

[A Week Later]

Fuck, why did I say I don’t need a fuck buddy? You stared up at your bedroom ceiling, feeling horny and needed someone to come have sex. Ugh, I don’t want to get back on the app just to find some jerk to have sex with. Rolled over to the side, you glanced at your bottom drawer and suddenly remembered you had a vibrating dildo. Eren said he might be coming home late. You decided to chance it and extended your arm out to pull your bottom drawer to search for your sex toy. 

Does it still have batteries? You checked the battery life, it surprisingly did since it’s been awhile when you last used it. You tugged your shorts and panties off, spreaded your legs wide and turned on the highest setting. The sound of vibrations was quiet, you slid the dildo towards your clit and the moment it touched, you jolted. It brought you shivers. You pressed it against your clit while closing your eyes to enjoy yourself. Your pussy started to get wet, you moved the dildo to spread your juices through your folds before pushing it in.

“Ah~!” The tip of the dildo was a bit big but you tried to relax your muscles to insert it more. “Oh god …” You moaned when it was finally settled in, the vibration and the girth of your dildo made you feel the pleasure you desired. You pulled the toy out then pushed it back in slowly, building up that momentum. “Ah! Ah! AH!” You fucked yourself hard and moaned loudly, it wasn’t the same as having sex with someone but it was better than nothing. You immersed yourself in pleasure, loud wet squelching sounds resonate in your bedroom. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Just … a little bit more~” You pushed your dildo as far as you could, trying to achieve your much needed orgasm.

“Need some help?” You lost your buildup when you were startled by Eren’s voice and the sudden dip on your bed. Eren’s emerald eyes were hooded and there was a clear outline of his bulge in his pants.

“What the hell?!” You tried throwing your blanket over yourself to shield your embarrassment but Eren prevented that from happening. “Eren, what are you-?!”

“Don’t hide your body away from me.” He lowered his body, settling in between your spreaded legs and his face got up close to your nether region. “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty.” His warm breath tickled your fluttering hole, “Your pussy juices are spilling out deliciously. I want to lick it all up.” You twitched when you felt his long fingers grazing close to your cunt. Eren licked his lips before meeting his hooded green orbs back to you. “Will you let me?” Your throat went dry, trying to gulp your spit to moisten it.

“Yes.” You didn’t know what possessed you to allow him to cross that line. 

However that thought was tossed out the window the moment Eren removed your toy and his tongue slowly licked your pussy to savor your taste. “You taste so fucking good.” He dived in like a hungry animal and slurped all your juicy goodness. 

“Oh my god!” The way his tongue lapped and twirled between your folds made your back arched and begged for more. His long fingers slipped into your moisten cunt, reaching to places where you can’t touch. Your fingers strongly gripped onto your bed sheets and grinded your pussy into his face more. Eren’s intense green eyes stared in yours while watching your soul being sucked out of you. Your body was thrashing underneath him, but he pushed your hips down to keep you grounded.

“That’s a good girl.” He smirked sinfully before slanting his wet lips on yours, tasting your tangy nectar from his tongue.

From that point on, Eren and you continued to have a sexual relationship without discussing the unspoken rule. No commitment. Every single day, you two have sex and sometimes more than once a day if there’s time. He fucked you in every room in the condo and any surface he could find. Eren can’t go on a day without touching you. 

“Er-Eren, please!” Your glossy eyes, begging for more than just his long fingers. You need him to stop teasing you and give you what you want. The main course. 

“So impatient.” Eren chuckles while pulling his grey joggers down, stroking his hard cock with his left hand and lifting your leg up to wrap around his waist. He pushes his leaky tip into your gummy walls, you and Eren moan in harmony. The way your pussy sucks his cock in with ease is mindblowing. “Shit, how are you still so tight after fucking so many times?” Grabbing your hip to bottom his cock, relishing your velvet walls hugging him so firmly.

“How do you still have stamina after fucking so many times?”

A devilish smile split on his lips, “I can’t get enough of you. I always want more.” He whispers the last part before capturing your lips and thrusts roughly into you. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and mess up his loose man bun by tangling your fingers in his soft brown locks. Messily kissing him back, you buck your hips for him to go deeper and to stir your insides.

“S’fuckin good! You’re s’big!” Spurring Eren on, he picks up his pace to hit your spongy spot over and over again. Knowing this will make you lose control and gush all over him. “Omygod, omygod! EREN!” Screaming his name without a care in the world, you throw your head back against the wall and soak his abdomen, joggers, and both of your legs. Wanting to keep it going, he pulls his cock out to rub his messy tip over your puffy clit  repetitively to make you squirt even more. “Fuckkkk …” A blissful smile appears on your lips. 

“So pretty.” Eren kisses your cheek and pushes his drenched cock back inside your warm squishy walls. “Can’t get enough.” Snapping his hips, continuously hitting your sweet spot and your walls squeezing him deliciously. The wet squelching sounds and skin slapping arouses him even more. Sweat beads dripping on his handsome face, “Argh, argh.” Groaning in euphoria, he grows closer to his climax. Eren adjusts the angle of his hips to thrust in deeper, his balls slapping against your leaky cunt, and heavily pants.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You tighten your legs around his waist, “Please, please, please. Gimme your cum. Wanna feel you. Want you to fill this pussy up. I want it.” Eren losing control over your sultry pleads, he leans forward and spurting his seeds deep into your pussy. He takes a moment to recollect before taking his semi hard cock out and watching his cum spilling onto your leg and the floor. 

“Shit, that’s so hot.” He smirks proudly while looking at the filthy mess he made on the floor. 

“Can you grab some paper towels? We need to clean the floor and-hey!” Eren throws your glistening body over his strong shoulders. Your pussy is still overflowing with his thick cum in between your ruined panties and legs.

“You think we’re done?” He cast a seductive look, “We still have a few more rounds to go.” You laugh softly as he carries you back to his bedroom to continue your copulation. 

To Eren, this is the perfect relationship. No commitment, no obligations, no anniversaries, no stress. Just having lots of sex and hanging out with your great friend. He hoped this would never change … 

But that was only wishful thinking.

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“Fuck this dress look so good on you.” Eren wraps his strong arms around your waist, his nose nuzzles in your soft hair and your fragrance smells amazing, making his cock throb. He rub his erect cock on your ass, wanting to sink in and fuck you silly on your bathroom counter. You let out a cute giggle, he always loves the sound of your laughter. 

“Eren, I gotta get ready.” You are having trouble putting on your favorite earrings with his naughty hands roaming around on your wondrous body. 

“That never stopped you before.” He isn’t deterred by this, if anything he is more turned on with your ass wiggling against his cock, “Remember the night before we head out to Jean’s party?” Eren huskily talks into your ear, “I ripped your panties, stuffed them in your pretty mouth, and made you squirt all over …”

“Yeah …” A soft smile appears on your lips, “I can’t believe you made me go commando with your cum still dripping out of me.”

“That was so hot watching you trying not to flash your pretty pussy.” Eren nibbles your ear, his hands slowly lift up your tight dress. “Want to recreate that memory?”

“I can’t, my date is almost here.”

Eren feels as if a bucket of ice cold water has been dumped on him. His mind races with questions. He is taken aback by this news. Since when have you been dating someone? Who is this person? How long were you planning to keep this away from him?

He tries to keep his emotions in check but his voice comes out a bit crossed as he asks, “You’re going out on a date?” Mentally he winces at how he sounded and tries to cover up his mistake with a stoic expression.

“Yeah,” You notice the strange tension in his arms and sense his discomfort. You turn to look up at his green eyes, “That’s not a problem, right?” You two never talked about dating other people, but you assumed it was fine since Eren never wanted a relationship. 

“No,” Eren tries to play it cool by stepping away from you. The warmth of his arms leaves your waist turning cold. “I was just surprised. Thought you were done with dating.”

“I was … for a bit.” You nod, admitting you did declare you were done with the whole dating aspect and how men sucks. “But I started talking to someone and he asked me to give him a chance. So … I am.”  

“I see.” Eren should’ve noticed the signs sooner. You’ve been distant lately, postposing movie nights, sex isn’t as frequent, and not paying attention to him as much. He can’t help but feel a pang of discomfort in his chest. Why is he bothered by this? You two were not exclusive. You don’t owe him anything …

You are not his.

“Are you really okay?” You ask with concern, you can tell he is not handling this well but you’re not sure why. You’re not his girlfriend and you never pretended to be. 

“I’m fine. I’ll leave you alone for you to get ready.” He walks out of the bathroom before you can say anything else. Eren’s mind is jumbled, why am I upset by this? It’s just one stupid date. Eren heads for the kitchen to grab himself a beer to calm his nerves. It probably won’t go well. Just like all the other dates she went on. Then things will go back to normal. 

His heart hammers against his chest with the thought of you being back in his arms again.

Yeah, things will go back to the way it’s supposed to be. His confidence is no longer shaken, he laughs at himself for overreacting over something so ‘dumb’. The sound of the doorbell rings, must be her date.

“Eren, can you get that?”

“Yeah.” Eren straightens his back, brimming with self assurance and walking towards the front door. He opens the front door, his green eyes widen in surprise to see who it is. 

“Oh, hey Eren. It’s been awhile.” 

It is Reiner Braun, his old friend but felt betrayed when he switched to their rival school, Marley University. Eren’s hand squeezes the doorknob as he notices the bouquet of flowers in Reiner’s hand. “Yeah, long time no see.” His jaw clenches, Reiner is dead serious about wooing you. No guy would buy flowers unless they were serious about the girl.

“Is [Y/n] almost ready?”

“Dunno,” Eren replies curtly, “she asked me to open the door.”

“Oh okay …” Reiner feeling a bit awkward, “may I come in?” Before Eren can say something snarky, you step into the living room.

“Eren, what are you doing? Let him in.” Reluctantly he steps aside to allow Reiner access to their home. “Hi, Reiner! I hope you weren’t waiting for too long.”

“Not at all. And … wow.” Eren glances over at you, admiring how gorgeous you looked tonight. You have always been gorgeous but his heart ached even more that you dressed up for Reiner. “[Y/n], you are beautiful.” Eren watches the blood rushing towards your lovely cheeks, feeling a tinge of jealousy. He hates how you blush for another guy.

“Thank you, you look handsome as well.”

“These are for you.” Reiner surprises you with the bouquet of flowers hidden behind his broad back. The way your eyes light up so prettily, you never look like this with Eren. 

“Awww, you didn’t have to do that …” You feel so touched by his thoughtfulness, “Thank you, you are so sweet.” Taking the bouquet from his hand, you tiptoe to kiss his stubbled cheek. Reiner forms a small shy smile and his cheeks redden. Eren wants to vomit at this scene, if you want flowers then he can give you flowers. “Let me put this in a vase and we can go.” You hurry to the kitchen to find an empty vase to put water in. 

Eren’s confidence is broken again, watching you happily putting those stupid flowers in a vase. Are you really that happy? 

“Okay, let’s go.” You rush over to Reiner, he offers his arm for you to take and walks past Eren to leave for your date. “Bye Eren!”

“See you, man.” Reiner nods his head before taking off with you. 

Eren silently stands in the now empty home, realizing that things will not return to the way they were. Though he knows Reiner is a good person and will treat you right, he can’t help but to feel a sense of loss. You’re going to keep going on dates and eventually Reiner will take you from him. 

All Eren ever was to you is your part time lover and nothing more.

[End]

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Your voice is raspy as you wrench the sliding door open, because it’s the middle of the night and you should (by all accounts) be sleeping.

“Wan’ed to see you,” Eren slurs, letting out a little grunt of effort as he wobbles from side to side. “Can I come up?”

“It’s the middle of the night, Eren.”

“I know, I know. I just—woah!”

Your stomach lurches as he seems to very nearly fall, and you step forward instinctively as if to grab him. He balances himself again without you needing to intervene.

“Get your fat ass up there, Yeager!” a voice calls gruffly from somewhere underfoot.

“M’not fat,” Eren mutters and you hear a scuffle, the boy bobbing slightly before your eyes again, and you overhear a hissed curse from below.

“Is that Jean?” you ask incredulously, approaching the edge of your balcony and leaning over the railing to squint down towards the ground.

“Sure is—now can you get Romeo off my shoulders before he breaks my fucking neck?” Jean calls up to you, though it’s difficult to see him in the dark. He has Eren perched atop his shoulders as he struggles to keep the young man upright.

“Eren, be careful!” You hear Armin’s worried voice call from somewhere down there as well.

“Armin?” you hiss into the night, still not able to see him.

“Hi!” he calls back, the only one of the three who’s making any effort to be quiet, his tone friendly if not a little sheepish.

“Eren,” you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut and looking back to the boy who’s gripping the edge of your balcony. “Anyone else down there I should know about?”

“It’s my birthday, y’know,” he slurs, ignoring your question.

“According to my watch your birthday ended two hours and 11 minutes ago,” you counter, stepping back towards the sliding door you’d left ajar in your haste to figure out what the hell he was doing.

“I really thought you’d come to my party tonight… how come y’didn’t?” Eren asks as his lips purse in a glum little pout.

You pinch the bridge of your nose exasperatedly.

Another pained groan of exertion comes from Jean below your balcony, and Eren dips unsteadily again.

You let out a long, agonized breath. “Get up here before you hurt yourself—and Jean.”

You watch as Eren uses his grip on the railing and hoists himself up and over it—a surprising display of dexterity for someone so drunk. He lands on his feet but stumbles forward a little, nearly crashing into you. Instinctively you place your hands on his waist to steady him, and his own come up to rest on your shoulders.

“Hi,” he says as he smiles down at you crookedly, seemingly relieved to be on solid ground, though still swaying a little.

You shrug off his hands and take a short step away.

He follows.

“Why are you here, Eren?”

A breeze blows past, carrying a waft of his cologne and the heady scent of beer with it, rustling the budding leaves in nearby trees. You wrap your arms around yourself. It’s not quite spring-warm yet, especially not so late at night—the not so distant chill of winter still tangible in the air.

“I wanted to see you,” he murmurs, his eyes fixed to your lips.

“At 2 o’clock in the morning?” you ask him flatly in reply.

He nods his head emphatically, his expression earnest.

“Well… here I am.” You lift your hands demonstrably, gesturing at yourself. You’re dressed in an embarrassingly printed pair of sleep-shorts and a massive hoodie—decidedly not your best look. “Not sure it was worth risking your life for. How’d you rope Jean into helping you anyway?”

“Birthday gift,” Eren says, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Oh yeah?” You laugh a little in spite of yourself, imagining how Eren making the request must have gone over. “Seems like a waste of a gift.”

“Doesn’t have to be.” Eren peeks at you through his lashes, titling his head to the side.

You quirk a brow, watching as he swallows a little more thickly than is natural, but his eyes never leave your face.

“You haven’t given me your gift yet,” Eren says, toeing at the deck of your balcony.

“My gift?” You blink incredulously at his gall. “Who says I got you a gift?”

He laughs a little.

“What could you even want anyway?” you grumble sullenly, heat crawling up your neck from underneath your hoodie, and hope it’s dim enough that he can’t see it. You fidget nervously as your question hangs in the air. “To copy my homework again or something?"

“A kiss,” he breathes, the reply soft and immediate.

Your eyes widen, your heartbeat wobbling in its pace.

Because this is Eren.

The guy you’d gotten unwillingly paired up with for a group project at the start of term and hadn’t been able to shake for the rest of the semester. The one you’d bickered with the entire time you'd had to work together. The one you complain about to anyone who will listen. The one who you have come to realize, somewhere along the way, your feelings towards are anything but academic—much less inimical.

“Eren,” the quiet way you say his name is wary and warning.

“Just one. I won’t ask for anything else ever again,” he pleads, his fingers tracing an X over his heart.

You can’t deny he’s kind of cute when he’s drunk.

Or, well, cuter.

You deflate—your will to be frigid dissipating from the marrow in your bones, evaporating from the flush of your skin. You take a tentative step towards him, standing up on your tiptoes.

Your encroach is slow—hesitant—as you crane up towards him.

You pull back just before your lips can meet, his breath warm as it ghosts across your mouth. You appraise him for a moment: his eyes are closed, his dark lashes fluttering as they squeeze a little tighter.

You miss your mark when you finally lean in, catching the edge of his mouth with yours, but he immediately turns his head into it to kiss you properly, lips meeting flush. He tastes sweet even through the bitterness of hops that lingers from the beer he's had to drink that night.

His hands settle on your waist as you grip his t-shirt—his body heat seeping through the soft cotton in the cold night. His lips part gently against your own, kissing you a little deeper, dipping forward a little more so you aren’t craning quite so much to reach him.

After a moment the two of you pull apart, and you hide your burning face in his shirt. Eren laughs, warm and breathy, against the top of your head.

You press a little closer, hold him a little tighter.

Your soft whisper is lost in the breeze, but he hears it anyway.

your eyes flicker down to the crumpled, torn corner of notebook paper where you'd hastily scrawled the reference number of the book you're looking for, trying your absolute damnedest to pretend the six-foot-something pest behind you doesn't exist at all. 

"hey," eren huffs when he sees you have no intention of acknowledging him, "hey."

before you know it, eren has you pinned against the bookshelves, an arm on either side of your head keeping you in place. he's close enough that you can smell his cologne--clean but not cloying--and feel the heat radiating through his body.

"what the fuck are you doing?" you hiss, pushing against his chest in an effort to free yourself from his hold, even though it does nothing.

"i'm just trying to get your attention," eren says, frowning.

your nose scrunches in disgust. 

"i think we both know you get plenty of attention eren,"--you duck underneath his arm, stomping away down the row of shelves as the motion sensored lights flicker on overhead--"why would you need mine?" 

"is this about hitch?" he calls after you and you freeze, your hands curling into fists at your side--the scrap of notebook paper crumpling in your hold.

"no eren, it's about you," you seethe, tossing one last furious look over your shoulder. "just like always."

"how many times do i have to tell you that nothing happened?" he asks, starting off after you again.

you've passed the shelf you needed to stop at, but your pride keeps you moving--venturing deeper and deeper into the sprawling shelves of your university library. no matter how many corners you turn, eren follows. 

you know that he's letting you maintain the distance between you as you stalk away from him. you know he could close it if he really wanted to. and finally, after three more turns (you're well and truly lost in the stacks now), he loses his patience. 

eren's arms wrap around you from behind, keeping you still. his forehead presses to your shoulder as he slumps against you. 

"nothing happened. why don't you believe me?"

maybe because history hasn't given you reason to.

maybe because you know him.

maybe because this could finally be the reason that you cut yourself free from the ties that bind you to eren yeager once and for all.

"why should i, eren?" you ask, your fingertips pressed to the back of his hands. you meant to pry them off you, but suddenly can't bring yourself to do it. 

"i know i fucked up," he murmurs behind you. "a million times. but not this one."

your nails drag bluntly against the back of his hands.

it's so painfully quiet in the stacks. surrounded on all sides by dusty old books with yellowed pages and shelving labels peeling off their cracked spines. you're far enough away from the study tables and the common areas that there's no sound other than the hum of the ventilation system overhead. the sound of eren's breathing. your heartbeat in your ears.

"i'm sorry."

you squeeze your eyes shut at the words. 

"if you didn't do anything wrong, why are you apologizing?" you ask him, your voice treacherously soft.

"because i upset you, and that's worth apologizing over."

eren is so warm draped against your back like this. he always runs hot, but his touch feels stifling. 

suffocating.

"let me make it up to you." eren tilts his face so the breath behind his words makes you shiver as it breaks against your skin. he inches forward, lips brushing the soft, sensitive patch of skin just behind your ear. "please?"

"eren..." you trail off, and before you can finish whatever complaint you were on the brink of vocalizing--whatever protest you hoped to express--eren's lips press sure and soft against your neck.

"why do you always run away?" he mumbles into your skin, "i hate it when you shut me out like that."

your knees quiver as his canine drags against your pulse point, leaning back into his touch.

eren's lips track relentlessly up the slope of your throat, along your jaw. if you were to tilt your face his mouth would be on yours, but part of you (the last sane, resolved part that hasn't yet melted under his heat) holds out.

“no,” you say quietly, leaning away from him though his grip around you stays firm. “not here.”

“there’s no one around,” eren counters, pressing a kiss just to the edge of your mouth. he turns you in his arms, so he can stare down at you. his cheeks are pink, his gaze half-lidded and earnestly sweet in a way that it has no right to be. he dips down, lips over yours like he’s waiting for you to give him permission. waiting for you to break.

your eyes flutter shut, a shuddering breath exhaled though your nose. 

you grab him by the collar of his sweatshirt and you kiss him.

eren lets out a broken little groan the moment your mouths slot together, hands gripping your waist firmly but not hard enough to hurt. he quickly maneuvers you against the stacks, his body pressing yours into the hard edge of the shelves behind you. 

“missed you,” eren murmurs against your lips, the slick sound of his tongue pressing into your mouth the only thing you register beyond your pulse pounding in your ears. “i hate when you ignore me.”

“eren,” you push weakly at his chest, trying to tilt your face away from his. he lets you pull away, staring down at you as he pants. “we can’t do this here.”

eren’s hands trail down your sides, mapping out the dips and curves he’s long-memorized. 

“why not?” he asks, not even trying to hide the pout on his rosy, kiss-bruised lips. “no one’s gonna find out.”

you glance up at him uncertainly, the inside of your cheek caught between your teeth. 

slowly, eren sinks down to his knees in front of you, pressing kisses down your body as he goes; across your tummy, your hips, your thighs.

he peeks up at you from between your legs, his mouth just shy of the apex of your thighs that you suddenly feel throbbing as his soft green eyes meet yours.