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𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑯𝑬𝑹‧₊˚
𝒀/𝑵 𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑨𝑹𝑺 ᶻz
"If I tell you what I'm thinking right now, you would never speak to me again—"
Oh you spoke to him alright.
Not even a few days later, you and Eren's hooking-up debacle had begun, unknowingly continuing what you two had started at that awful Marleyan party.
You'd somehow ended up driving all the way to Melrose Avenue everyday for a kiss, and some unsuspecting self satisfaction.
Something about striding past Connie in school with a fat hickey across your neck made you feel undeniably good about yourself.
Only, the hickey made it progressively harder to hide your newfound adventures from your best friend.
Hitch was definitely catching on. Slowly, but very surely.
"R-right there, Eren," You admit, panting in between breaths as he roughly pushes you up against the wall, his hands kissing the places that you once believed were bestowed to another.
You had currently found yourself in the back of the tattoo parlour with Eren, tongue's sliding into eachother's mouths as you eagerly kissed.
He harshly latches his body against yours and for a moment you swore that you could hear every quick, accelerating inhale and exhale that he possessed. But then he abruptly pulls away from you, protruding viridian eyes flickering down to yours as he smirks in something incomprehensible.
"I love it when you say my name," He says desperately, pushing a stray strand of hair away from your face with his fingers.
"Eren?—"
And then the brunette suddenly cuts you off with his hands hooked to your waist, and his lips attached to the skin on your neck.
It was an infuriating, maddening experience for your body to be on his, and yet your mind on another. For you knew deep down that you weren't seeing Eren out of the sheer impulse or want, instead you were using him to rid yourself of all the troubles that came along with the boy in black.
Eren was a fantasy—an obsolete fantasy that shielded you from the corrupted reality you just so happened to live in. It was only a matter of time before you finally realised that fantasy's never lasted forever.
"Say it again," He exhales, softly lifting you up, wrapping his arms underneath your thighs.
You flutter your eyes, gently snuggling your head into the crook of Eren's neck. "Say what?" You breathe, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne.
