𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.
It was 9:20 PM. You and Sasha had finally arrived after wasting so much time listening to music and driving to random spots just to arrive later than usual. You scanned the atmosphere, glancing around the area. It took you some time to realise this was a frat house Jean shared with Eren and others. How did you not know? Maybe because Eren was always out every time you were visiting Jean. He never seemed to be there when Jean was there, you wondered why, but he did seem to like to clear his mind a lot, distance himself from others.
As you walked further, you were met with the sight of many young adults making out with each other, intoxicated by alcohol. Many people blocked entrances, their lips laid latched upon one another as they aggressively made out, unwilling to create space for others to move forward, directing themselves elsewhere. Dozens of people huddled in groups, talking to each other as red solo cups were lodged in between their hands, an odd look within their eyes as they remained in stillness.
"Sasha, stick with me," You plainly stated, not wanting to go in by yourself as you felt as if you weren't guaranteed safety if you went on your own. You were never one to attend things like this often, so you felt partially agitated at the amount of people, it tainted your ability to focus on all the other aspects of the situation.
"Sure," She grabbed your hand, directing you to a place where the others were, her eyes meeting with the front door intantly.
You made your way past the never-ending surge of people, finally arriving at the vast front door. You gently opened up the front door, only to be met with a larger swarm of people that crowded the spaces to welcome yourself inside. A somewhat nostalgic feeling engulfed you as you felt yourself being submerged into a familiar scene you hadn't encountered in a while: playing just dance with Jean and the others in his living room, with all the lights dim, setting a certain mood for just dance.
Loud music played against your ears as you walked through the main entrance, your body unable to take the mass amount of people who remained, unable to space out of the metaphorical bubble they had entrenched themself in. But despite that factor, the expected was happening: people were making out in here as they were outside, frantically searching for an area to settle themselves with their partners.
People were still as lively in here, dancing around with carefreeness, slurring their words as they remained messily pressed against people they knew or they hadn't ever encountered until now. You hoped they didn't know them, as the aftermath would either be a sort of sweet heaven or merciless hell.
"Y/n, let's go find Jean and the others.." Sasha promptly let out, slightly side-eyeing you whilst you both weaved through the crowd, trying to get through.
Sasha made it to the main room, a grim look plastered on her face as she encountered a sight she knew you wouldn't be fond of, though you had no control over the situation. Sasha found Eren talking to a few girls, laughing awkwardly with an unbothered expression plastered onto his face. Jean was also with Eren, laughing subtly with the girls who were constantly comparing their heights with his own.
You and Sasha looked at another, exchanging a look you both knew the meaning of. She held a firmer grasp on your hand as she made her way over to Jean and Eren. You perched your lips together, inaudibly groaning at the sight of being swarmed by so many girls. You weren't expecting to see so many girls around him, but you wondered which girl it was that he deemed as the one he cherished — the more you observe, the more it seemed there wasn't a girl he cherished as his own, they all seemed like fillers.
As you had arrived right in front of Jean, you waved at him. Sasha stood beside you, sighing at the sight of so many girls. Jean turned around looking at the both of you, removing his grasp off of one of the girls as he focused on the both of you.
The brunette girl side-eyed you as she wasn't really sure who the two of you were. But once she thought it over, she realised that you two were friends of Jean. She smiled at you politely as she glanced at you and Sasha. You smiled politely at her too, grateful that she didn't seem like an asshole so far.
"Hey, Y/n and Sasha." Jean nonchalantly stated, looking at the both of you. His eyes trailed down your body as he glanced at your outfit. A subtle blush spread on his cheeks as he took in your outfit. Jean had rarely ever encountered you wearing such a thing, so seeing your figure displayed caught him off guard.
There was that look in Jean's eyes that made you stand out from everybody around you. It was the look he would constantly give you when something about you was mentioned, it seems you were finally able to piece the parts together, Jean was in love with you — you think. The blush that stained his cheeks supported this. Even with all the girls around him, he was still attentive to you, though the girl that smiled at you seemed to have an interest in him. Even in a crowd full of people, his eyes were still set on yours, diluting the presence of others.
"Hey, Jean," You and Sasha said in sync, smirking as you knew what he was doing. "You like what you see, Kirstein?" You teased, spinning around to give him a 360 of your whole outfit. "I do, you look hot, Y/n. Whoever gets with you is lucky." Jean cooed, chuckling as he teased you.
You turned to your side to see Eren not that far from you. His expression was an agitated one, but he didn't seem to let that get in the way of the conversation he held with the girls around him. You didn't know why he was so keen on invading your safe places to hang out with you, only for him to bundle himself with a bunch of girls you could tell he held no interest in. You sometimes felt as if you understood him, but sometimes there was nothing that you felt you knew about him — he was a man who thrived in silence, but also thrived from scarce interactions with others.
"Omg Eren, you're so fit," One girl shakily let out, glancing at him with a blush coating her cheeks. "Eren, you should let me take you out one day," Another girl said to him, causing him to stifle back a laugh threatening to escape from his throat. "Eren, I think we should hook up," Another girl spoke. "Lower your standards," Eren scoffed, smirking.
You shift your eyes to the ground, the girl's last words causing you to feel somewhat nauseous as you didn't want to hear the words that came from them. He could tell that you were growing aware of the fact that a few girls were surrounding him, but there was something about getting you annoyed that made him somewhat calmer. Eren was aware of the fact that Jean was flirting with you, taking in the outfit you wore with eagerness. It wasn't the type where you glance and move on, it was the type where his eyes hugged every aspect of your body, especially your supple thighs. He watched as Jean didn't even intend on hiding the fact that he was eagerly watching you, taking in your body.
"Sasha, is it the right time to find that guy?" You state, loud enough for Eren to hear as the music was loud, stopping you from being able to speak in your normal tone. Eren's posture stiffened as he heard your words, he finds his heart thudding at your words, aching oddly as you mention a guy. His body ached with jealousy as he wasn't aware of the fact that there was another guy in your life.
"I think you should find him, it'll be nice for you to get closer to him," Sasha states honestly, folding your pinky to signal she was aware of what you were attempting to do: you were trying to make someone jealous. But she wasn't aware of who that person was, but she was willing to play along to help you deceive the person.
"Imagine how cute it would be if you both went to the pool together, doing nothing but enjoying each other's company," Sasha carried on, trying to figure out who you were trying to make jealous. She thought it was Eren, but there was also Jean. She ultimately ruled out Jean as he went elsewhere, unable to listen in on the conversation take place, he felt himself tense up, on the verge of panicking as he couldn't bring himself to accept the fact that you finally had someone you were interested in — you said to him you didn't like anyone, so it hurt him that you had lied to him, breaching the trust between the two of you.
Eren felt his heart plummet at your words, leaving his mind scattered as he was unable to think straight about the fact that you were into another guy, a guy he wasn't aware of. A part of him couldn't bring himself to care, but another part of him was pained with confusion, unable to fully come to terms with the fact that he seethed with unpleasant jealousy. It hurts his heart so much that you had found another, smiling pleasantly nearby him as you spoke to Sasha as if it was nothing important. You made his heartache so badly, he felt as if he had to transfer the pain he was feeling to you, attempting to make you feel the same hurt he felt.
"Eren, can I kiss you?" A girl asked standing beside him. "Kiss me," He bluntly stated. You felt your heart plummet at such words. You felt as if you could taste something lodged within your throat. The sensation where you weren't able to speak from resisting the urge to say something you couldn't say, hurt you.
You weren't expected him to take things as far as this, but he did, making your heart slightly ache as he was kissing another girl. He didn't owe you anything, but the fact that he had done it made you slightly hurt. You didn't want to feel hurt over his actions, but it was your troubled heart that was speaking, not your head. But at least you were smart enough to not reveal an ounce of emotion, garnishing over the hurt you felt with a blank expression while you spoke to Sasha, attempting to keep your mind stable. Maybe it was best if you went elsewhere? This made you want to be sick, it didn't feel right to you.
But who were you to react like this? You were aware of the fact that he was indecisive, unknowing of what he truly ever wanted. He was a canvas being constantly smeared with paint, only for him to conceal the colours that showed, with white, restarting the progress he made. You were relatively stupid for allowing yourself to let a bit too comfortable around him, but his actions showed you that he had other hot friends — you wouldn't mind approaching one of them, allowing the night to carry on from there.
When you thought it was over, you turned around to look at him. His lips remained pressed against the girl's lips roughly. Her slim fingers were resting on the soft skin of his neck as he bent himself down slightly in order for him to reach her shorter frame. His hand rested on her small waist awkwardly, rubbing upon her side lightly as he was engulfed into the unpleasant kiss he guided himself within. She giggled against his tender lips, groaning as his fingers stroked against the satin dress that tightened against her curves.
When they both pulled away, Eren had an unpleasant expression painted upon the canvas of his face. His emerald eyes met with yours for a brief second as he stared at you. His tanned cheeks weren't glossed with a blush when he kissed her as he did with you. His eyes were dim, lacking a certain light you ignited. His lips were in a straight line as he stared at you. You only scowled at him, scrunching your nose in disgust as you stared at him, pointing to his lip, signalling something was on it, though nothing was.
Eren pressed his finger against his lip, lightly wiping whatever he thought was on his plush lip. You laughed as he continued to glare at you, smirking. You only stuck your middle finger up at him, chuckling as the girls bombarded him with questions.
He was stupid if he thought that you were going to allow yourself to get jealous, not inflicting harm on him. He was allowed to do what he wanted, but he was too stupid to realise that you would do it better. You didn't show any emotions on your face, and that seemed to get to him. But a part of you couldn't bring yourself to fully care, you just wanted to find a friend of his to make out with, you wanted to test the waters, you were the one who was in control of them. Nobody could control them in the way you did.
"You guys dancing?" Jean casually asked you guys, waiting to see if you would respond. He only asked as the music had become slow and sexual, indicating that people were noticeably going to dance. "Yeah, I'm going to dance," You stated to Jean and Sasha agreed too.
You feel yourself grow lighter as he says those words, forming an idea in your mind: you were going to go dance with Armin. There was always undisclosed sexual tension between you and Armin, so you felt as if you were now going to act on it, finally shift it to the next level. You knew he would be down for it, Armin was always down for anything. He was always so eager to participate in things that made people jealous, he somewhat enjoyed toying with people that loved toying with others — it was within his nature, he thrived when it came to making others jealous.
"Eren, do you want to dance?" The same girl who made out with him asked. "No, not feeling it." Eren bluntly stated, placing his hands into his pockets as he let out a sigh.
His eyes met yours as if he was indirectly yearning for something, yearning for something from you — something he was too unlikely to request for. He wanted to ask you to dance, but he knew you would decline his request as he had decided to make out with a random girl who now wouldn't leave him alone. He wanted to dance with someone who he knew: you. He didn't want to be swaying around the dance floor with a girl he had no recollection of. A girl who had plagued his mind with annoyance — he didn't like her, she was beginning to get on his nerves now.
You made your way onto the dance floor, focusing your gaze on the couples grinding onto each other in a seductive manner. "Sasha, I'm going to find Armin," You stated, letting go of her hand to depart ways. "Ok, I'll go find Niccolo." Sasha let out, blushing slightly.
You nodded and headed in the direction of the table Armin occupied. He was currently in a conversation with Mikasa and Hitch but turned away once he saw you were in front of him. They all looked at you. Armin was blushing subtly as he viewed the dress that hugged your breasts and curves. Mikasa and Hitch looked at you with a smile as they took you in.
Armin couldn't help but take in your outfit, feeling himself grow warm at the sight of your outfit. He couldn't help but find his cheeks grow even more tinted as his eyes accidentally flitted to your thighs. Armin loved the way you shifted in front of him, your eyes radiant with a viewable lust as you glanced at him, signalling something he somewhat seemed to be aware of. However, he was waiting for you to speak of what it was you wanted from him. He wanted to hear it come from those pretty lips of yours. He had to hear it from you.
"Y/n, you look so fucking hot!" Hitch exclaimed, signalling for you to do a 360. You did a 360 and you couldn't help but view Armin blushing at the sight of your body. "Y/n, you look sexy as fuck," Mikasa cooed, smirking as she herself took in your body.
You wished Mikasa didn't have a bottle of alcohol beside her. But you didn't want to mention it in front of them, causing a scene as she seemed to be loosened up, but at what cost? She became loosened up because of her addiction to it, but you didn't want her to be 'happy' that way. No matter how many bottles you snatch off of her, her hands still find their way on another one.
You suppress your ever-growing feelings, focusing on the words Hitch was spewing, instead of observing Mikasa with the alcohol that rested in front of her. You didn't want to mention it now, so you respond to Hitch, plastering a somewhat forced smile against your face, sheltering the bubbling hurt you felt towards the sullen situation.
"Stop, you're gonna make me feel a type of way Mikasa and Hitch," You called out, feeling your cheeks become heated as they took you in. "I'd fuck you if you were into girls," Hitch carried on as she scanned your body once more. "Hitch, stop! You're making me feel flustered." You laughed, refocusing your attention onto Armin.
Armin tilts his head to the side, swirling the drink he held in his hand before glancing at you with a gentle smirk, observing your shift in movement at the intensity of his gaze. He found it rather enthralling, using his gentle eyes to cast an unexpected expression to meet your eyes. Oh, how he adored how your facade shifted at a single shift of his eyes.
"Armin, you wanna dance?" You asked in an alluring tone, resting your hands behind your back as you swayed back and forth.
"Sure, and you look hot," Armin let leave his lips as he took your body in more confidently this time. His doe eyes radiated with a sense of lust as he stood up, following you over to the dance floor.
Armin places his tender hand against your lower back, gently rubbing circles as you both make your way over to the dance floor, making small talk with another. He felt as you grew somewhat comfortable against him, allowing him to permit his hand to move lower and rest against your butt.
You planted yourself in a place where Eren would be able to see everything that was about to occur. As another song began to flood the atmosphere with its sound, Armin began to place his dainty arms onto your lower back. You placed your arms around his neck, before moving your hand up to graze against his undercut. He groaned slightly at the sensitivity before running his fingers against your ass.
You both began to move slowly to the music before Armin gestured for you to change your position to one that would surely make Eren jealous whilst he watched. "Grind against me, Y/n," Armin asked as you were now positioned in front of him, your plush ass resting against his crotch as you slowly grind against him, as he held your hips.
You continued the movement, grinding against Armin, attempting to hold in your laugh as Armin whispered stuff to put you off. As you glanced to your side, you watched as Eren glared at you with a hateful expression. He was seething with jealousy but all he could do was watch as you moved your hips sensually against Armin, smiling as his hands rested on your hips, guiding you.
"You look nice tonight.." Armin said as the music died down before bursting into laughter as he couldn't take himself seriously. "Armin, you can't laugh or he won't believe it," You let out, eventually bursting into laughter too as you couldn't suppress your laugh. "Baby, I'm sorry," Armin teasingly let out as you grinded against him continuously.
You only laughed until you felt something poke against your ass, causing you to whimper. "Armin, you're hard," You whispered, panicking as his boner pressed harder against you as you moved against him. "I know, stop doing that and let me just wrap my arms around you so no one notices, you don't have to, but it'll spare me the embarrassment." Armin chuckled, allowing you to bring your lower body up again and lean against him as he buried his head into the crook of your neck, attempting to not groan.
You were still pressed up against him, causing him to hold in his whimpers but after a while, his boner lowered itself, causing Armin to let out a breath of relief. "You're a lifesaver," Armin spoke, removing himself off of you and turning to face you. "It's the least I could do, babe." You teased, stroking his cheek lightly.
Once the song had ended, you and Armin decided to continue to tease Eren by taunting him to a point he had grown to dislike. You held onto Armin's hand whilst you walked over to Jean who was now with Eren, talking about something you couldn't hear. Armin was behind you, trying to stifle in his laughter as you inched closer to the two boys.
"Hey, Jean." You called out, holding a firm grasp on Armin's palm as he stood beside you, glaring at Eren, perking his brow up as Eren had given him an expression that simply said 'why'. Armin only gave Eren an expression that simply said: 'cause I can,'.
"Hey, Y/n and Armin, what are you guys doing together? You looked fairly close back there," Jean questioned, his eyes lingering with a sense of jealousy. You and Armin both stared at each other, suppressing the laughs that bubbled in your throats.
"Just dancing, Jean," You say in seriousness, feeling as Armin pressed his hand against your ass, running his fingers along it as you remained by Jean, observing the anger build within him as he glanced at you, his jaw clenched as he was unsure about how to feel about this situation — though it was none of his concern — jealousy is a hard thing to suppress.
Your words only set off Eren as he remained nearby the girls he was with earlier. He watched as Armin rested his hand against your ass, whispering lewd things in your ear as Jean began to distance himself from the two of you, suppressing his feelings. Eren craved to punch Armin at this moment, tell him to get the fuck away from you, but who was he to tell you or him what to do? He was so desperate to take you away from Armin, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. So, the only situation he deemed as controllable, was to leave the two of you and clear his mind, to stop himself from balling his fists and hurting his best friend, doing something that couldn't be erased.
You watch as he shrugs off the girls that surrounded him, taking in his features as he once stood there. Your eyes followed him, watching as he pushed through the crowd, heading somewhere in which you couldn't find. He looked somewhat livid, his face a tint of crimson as he passed you, disappearing into the crowd. You feel yourself smile at the fact that your actions had caused a psychological effect, roughening the facade he attempted to upkeep so hard.
"Well, he's pissed," Armin whispered into your ear, causing you two to both burst into laughter at his sudden outburst.
"What's so funny?" Jean stated, cocking his eyebrow up slightly, confused at the sudden outburst the two of you were having.
"Nothing Jean, nothing," You say in a calm tone, feeling Armin hold you firmer than he had attempted to before. He couldn't help but whisper gentle things within your ear, his fingers grazing against the curve of your back as he teased you, discovering pleasure in how flustered you had grown by a slither of his tender touch.
"Hey, Armin," You glance at him as his eyes meet yours. "Hm?" He replies, peering at you with a gentle expression.
"You want to go somewhere else?" You ask Armin, feeling as he now bandaged his arms around your neck, pressing his nose against your shoulder blade as he held you. "Hm, you wanna go to the balcony? There's a private spot up there?"
"Lead the way, Armin," You say as he entwines his fingers with your own, locating his way through the crowd as he guides you; the smoothness of his undercut was displayed in front of your eyes as you trail behind him.
—
"Hm, so what do you want to do?" Armin asks, guiding you towards a large couch that was pressed against the side of the mansion, displaying the view of the rest of the large balcony. "I wanna show you what I want to do. I don't want to use my words,"
The tone of voice you use, causes Armin's breathing to hitch as he sat down, watching as you stood in front of him, your thighs clenching as you glance down at him with a smirk. "Show me what you want to do, sweetheart,"
"I will," You softly say, inching closer to him as he takes in your body. His cerulean eyes never failed to meet your cleavage as you closed in on him, settling yourself onto his lap as he begins to manspread, finding satisfaction in your body against his own.
Though this wasn't how you anticipated you spending your evening, you somewhat felt as if you wouldn't mind being fucked by Armin on this balcony — the sight of him made you yearn for him to take you right here. But a part of you felt as if it wasn't right for you to be pounded on the balcony, his dick buried deeply inside of you as the tranquil night progressed on.
Armin feels as you rest your lower region against his crotch, softly grinding against him as he placed your chin against his palm. "Hm, so Y/n, what is it you want from me?"
"Armin, it's pretty self-explanatory," You say, only to feel him press his tender lips against yours, concealing the words you were set to say.
You smile against Armin's lips, shifting your hips against his crotch, enjoying the sensation of his hands, that now held the supple skin of your butt, running his fingers along the soft fabric of your dress. He lustfully felt as your dress rode up to an intimate aspect, gifting him a more exposed sight of your lower half as you moved against him. You press your lips against his in desperation, craving for more of his touch. Being with Armin in such a way, felt so wrong. Yet, the feeling of his newly-formed erection, against your cunt, felt rather nice, along with his delicate lips against yours.
"What's got you so worked up, Y/n? I wanna know what has you so eager," Armin groans, only to whimper as you grind against him, your lips parting as he adjusts himself, stimulating himself against you.
"Nothing has me eager, Armin. I just want to be with you right now," You press your lips against his own again, raking and entwining your fingers within his thick strands of hair. "So how far do you want to take this, Y/n?"
You press your lips against his own again. "Very far, Armin," You say, feeling as he pushed for you to press your lips against his again. You began to intensify your make-out session with Armin, allowing him to roam his hands against your inner thigh as your lips remained latched onto each other's, desperate for each other.
Armin desperately craved to take things further with you, taking you to his room and fucking you so deeply to the point you were a cumming mess, but he knew he was prohibited from doing so. Eren had giddily discussed you briefly with him, revealing what it was he felt about you, without admitting the fact that love lingered within his tone. He was generous with the words he used to discuss you, expanding his vocabulary momentarily to handle what it was he felt when he was around you. It took Armin so much control to eventually decide to distance himself from you this moment — the things that he did for Eren, always costs him his pleasure. Or, maybe it was because he didn't want to get beat this time?
"Hey, Y/n. I don't think we should take it further, but at least give me one more kiss," You nod your head, pressing your lips against his thoroughly before proceeding to get off of him. "That was fun, Arlert. I think we should head back, Sasha's probably worried,"
"Hm, she might be. I kinda wish we had her worried all night," Armin whispers into your ear, his fingers momentarily grazing your thigh. "I kinda wish we did. I don't know what your reason is, but you seem to have yourself under control,"
"Don't tease me now before I do something I'll regret. The things I do for you," Armin murmurs the last part, sighing as he realises he may have just missed out on the best fuck he would have potentially gotten. "Hm, I wouldn't mind that."
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As you and Armin arrived back to the spot with Jean, you watch as his eyes followed the both of you, nipping at the blemishes split between the two of you. He could tell something had gone on between you and Armin, but Armin wasn't the type to engage with a friend in that way, despite how messy things would get. He would not alter the close friendship you had with each other. So the fact that he was somewhat dishevelled, was unusual, Jean thought.
As Armin and you continue to speak, you couldn't help but question him about why he had stopped — you wanted to know what the reason was. You needed to know why, so you'll be able to have a better understanding of the situation, as he was so close to peeling off your dress and unbuckling his belt to stuff you with his dick on the balcony.
"Why didn't you fuck me, Armin?" You whispered in his ear, eager to know what his reasoning towards denying was. It could have been because he didn't want to, but his eyes wielded a different emotion, displaying an emotion that seemed to be locked up desire.
"I did it because I don't like Eren whoring around. And also, he genuinely seems to like you in some sort of way."
So this was all because of Eren? A part of you grew warm, but another part of you wanted to ask Armin to forget about Eren and fuck you, but you didn't want to cause tension between the two close friends. But, it also wasn't fair that Eren was allowed to kiss other girls, doing as he pleased whilst Armin felt restricted, feeling incapable when it came to acting upon what he wanted to do. He knew you would have caved into him, allowing him to take your virginity, even if it was for a night — you somewhat just wanted him physically, not mentally. As mentally, it felt rather wrong, making guilt penetrate you, piercing your mind and plaguing it with its substance.
"Well," You mustered out, somewhat flustered, yet somewhat annoyed. You finally realised you were the girl in the dress he was talking about — someone he would admire from afar. It all finally hit you as your speculations had been confirmed. It finally hit you that he was all giddy about you, the one he deemed as different. What was it about you that made him grow warm? What was it that made the colour in his cheeks mature into a deep red? You desperately desired to know, it was now ruining your night being left in the unknown — only able to speculate with no form of concrete confirmation.
This all seemed as if it was Armin's subtle way of hinting that Eren did in fact like you, he just struggled to fall mutual with the feeling. He was incompetent when it came to revealing what it was he truly felt, he was so persistent in attempting to ignore the feelings that bloomed within him. But, on his promising days, he was so willing to finally become common with the feeling that had his heart feeling foreign, thudding and fluttering against his rib cage when he saw you. And that good day seemed to be when he willingly came over, describing aspects of you in front of you, even if it was scarce. He was aware that he had made you cry, but that only confirmed that you seemed to also feel for him.
"You heard what I said Y/n.." Armin softly stated, patting you on the shoulder.
"I heard. I honestly thought he wasn't interested in me that way," You breathed out, heat gushing within your frame as you felt a slight weight be lifted off of your shoulders. Regardless, you wanted to hear full confirmation from him, even if you would have to play him at his own game, fucking him up, somewhat, mentally or physically. After the kiss, he shared with that girl, you now knew you would feel less guilty about the fact that you would probably have to emotionally torture him to get his feelings out of him.
Armin ran his fingers along the indent on your back once more, his breathing gentle against your neck as he teased you, alluringly whispering a gentle bye before he left, leaving you flustered on your own to regroup with Hitch and Mikasa. Once he had left, you found yourself alone with Jean, but as soon as words were yearning to slip from his lips, Connie, Sasha and Marco made their way over to you, seemingly preventing a distasteful situation from occurring.
"Y/n... So you and Armin?" They said in sync, getting mixed signals from the situation.
"No, we're not together, we just 'danced'," You scarcely assured them. As you told them the status between you and Armin, Jean released a breath of air he didn't know he was holding in for so long. If he knew the full extent, he would probably be a cerulean hue — a brittle, vanishing corpse with no basic purpose to life in this dreadful day and age.
"Sure," She sarcastically said, rolling her eyes. You couldn't be bothered to respond to her sarcastic remark so you decided to ask her something else.
"Sasha, do you know where the bathroom is?"
"Yes, go through the main room. Then you go up the spiral stairs, go past the three rooms, and then the fourth door should be the bathroom." You nodded your head, quite puzzled at her explanation but it didn't seem that hard to follow.
You departed from the group and walked through the large crowd, slightly pushing through people that wouldn't move out of the way. The walk to the spiral stairs made you worry about where Eren had wandered off to. After all, you had seemed to have pissed him off, yet you were just being as petty as he was, though you had started the game yourself. But as you pulled yourself away from those thoughts, other thoughts embedded themself inside of your brain. For all you may know, he may have been balls deep inside of a random girl, fucking her to a point she wouldn't be able to walk for a few days. You sighed at such a lewd thought, feeling your heartburn at such a possible thought.
You felt your mood shift slightly as you thought about such a thing, you wished it was you. You wanted to be that person, no one else. Your desires were evidently selfish and seemingly impossible in the eyes of many other girls he had left heartbroken, but you wanted such a thing to occur, you wanted Eren, you wanted him to a point you wasn't friendly with. You needed him, you craved him, though you felt as if you didn't want to give into him. You knew, either way, you would potentially cave into him, or he would to you.
You felt as if you desired him just for tonight. For him to make up for the insensitive feelings he had for you that affected the actions you had attempted to pursue. He hadn't even bothered to discuss what it was he felt for you — even if he had been stopped at the fridge. It was because Sasha had decided to come home at a time you thought as insensitive, even though she was unaware of the fact that he lingered in your home — a tension between the two of you sparking.
Once you arrived at the spiral staircase, you saw it was blocked off, someone was guarding it. It was Reiner.
"Hey Reiner, can I get through?" You asked politely, smiling subtly as you hadn't seen Reiner in a long period of time. You honestly wondered what he was up to nowadays.
"Are you going to the bathroom?"
"Yes,"
Reiner lightly smiled at you and moved to the side, letting you go past him. You walked up the flight of stairs, past the three rooms and to the bathroom. You honestly thought you wouldn't find it, but you did. The hallway was so long so it slightly tired you. You opened the bathroom, closing the door behind you before you took went to pee.
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After you finished peeing, you washed your hands, glancing at yourself in the mirror, sighing to yourself. You took in your features, fixing your dress. You inched closer to the locked door, pressing your fingers against the doorknob and turning it so it opened. You walked out, closing the bathroom door, whispering a few words to yourself before trekking your way down the hallway.
As you walked, you felt someone lightly tug on your wrist. You felt as if you wanted to scream or fight back, yet you didn't once you realised who it was. It was a tall figure, someone who would always be in your dorm to study 24/7 or watch a show with Connie, Sasha and you: Eren. If he was a second too slow, you wouldn't have hesitated to attempt to attack him. As the thought of being grabbed by someone in the dark, horribly scared you — it was one of your worst fears. A fear that would leave you wanting to physically cry.
It was hard to see since it was slightly dark, but you were able to make out his figure. He pulled you into one of the rooms with him and locked the door behind you. You didn't even get an ounce of time to free a single word, giving a scarce response towards his action. He was always pulling you somewhere, guiding you somewhere without your consent. You were somewhat mad at that aspect of him, but for once you wanted to hear why he had decided to bother you after you were with Armin — so much more could be achieved with him in this current moment.
The room was a lustful crimson. The illuminate lights drowned the room in its alluring hues. The thought of him sitting in his room with the red lights, wrapping its hues around his frame, turned you on to a degree. It didn't seem as if this was intensional, the lighting, but you couldn't help but find yourself grow flustered as you attempted to take in the setting — only to see many things that piqued your interest.
Eren pushes your body against the brown door, forcing both of his hands against the door in an episode of rage as he pins you in between his body. His breath fanned against the exposed skin against your neck, leading you to whimper from being cornered, and his closeness made you clouded from the reality of the situation. His breathing was gentle against your neck as he attempted to suppress the jealousy he felt towards you and Armin. His hands rest above your head. He veers his head, so it pressed against your own, making your legs threaten to give in as too much was occurring — you felt as if you needed him so bad. Eren's brows creased as he scanned your vulnerable state, watching how nervous you had grown from being trapped by his body, your thighs pressing together.
"What do you think you are doing with Armin?" Eren says, shifting your chin upwards so you faced him, not the ground you could barely picture from your angle.
"Something that doesn't concern you. Also, don't act like you weren't kissing that girl?" You smirked as he pressed his forehead against your own, closing his eyes as he attempted to dilute the lingering rage within him. You wondered why he had got so worked up, he had done the same thing. You wondered how stupid he had to be to not realise that no matter how 'good' he did, you would always do it better.
"I kissed her, so what? You belong to me," He murmured, removing his forehead off of yours and using one of his hands to lift up your chin so you could directly stare into his eyes.
"I danced against Armin and kissed him, so what? I don't belong to anyone, Eren," You boldly stated, causing his heart to beat vigorously, pressing violently against his rib cage at your sudden boldness, despite your whimpering for the fragment of touch he gifted you.
"You were making out with him, Y/n. You were moving your hips against him and your skirt rode up, you can't fool me," Eren cooed, running his finger against your jaw as he selfishly holds you accountable for engaging with his best friend — someone he hadn't expected.
"And so what if I did? You didn't hesitate to kiss that girl, so why should I turn down Armin for you, Eren? I want you to feel as if you belong to me, not the other way?" Eren chuckles at your words, finding himself heavily turned on by the way you established control between you and himself.
Eren's aroma caressed your nose as he continued to tease you, making a whole different side he had never encountered, come out of you. You were submerged into his scent, feeling faint as his scent was one so pleasant. He began to shift his knee nearby your inner thighs, leaving you to begin to slow your words. The feeling of him pressing against you, made you feel as if your ability to think had been taken away from you.
The arousal pooling between your legs was so obvious, a heartbeat had formed between your thighs, causing you to crave for him. You needed him to soothe the feeling he had created. You needed him to be your first time. You cared, yet you didn't care anymore. You couldn't bring yourself to care anymore, you just couldn't. You had to be fucked by him to fix the jealousy you both created. You only wanted to fix it to create a safer version of it because you knew you were both seconds away from taking out your jealousy on another — sexually.
"Eren, what do you want from me?" You asked.
"To fuck you.."