Six Inch Heels (sakusa X Reader)

six inch heels (sakusa x reader)

Synopsis: Based on this idea I had yesterday. Essentially, giving Sakusa a lap dance in front of all his friends <33

Warnings: fem!reader, lap dances, partial nudity, light smut at the very end, exhibitionism (kinda?), handjobs, blowjobs, grinding and messy kissing, reader is on a power trip, vague mentions of alcohol, light swearing, minors please DNI. 1.2k words!

Kiyoomi had been adamant about his boundaries for the night, “Bachelor parties are for almost-married men to cheat on their future wives one last time before they’re legally committed. Unfortunately for you, I actually love Y/N. Do not fuck this up for us.” 

Miya, the self-appointed party planner, had only grinned in response, sharp canines coming into view. 

“Allow me to clarify,” Kiyoomi’s jaw ticked with irritation, “That means no strippers, no bottle girls, and no exotic dancers of any kind.” 

“I gotcha,” the setter responds coolly, “I won’t do anythin’ to drive a wedge between you and Y/N, alright? You can trust me with this.”

And that was the end of that.

This ‘bachelor party’ was more of a kickback than anything else, much to Kiyoomi’s appreciation, with maybe 20 mutual friends and teammates huddled in Miya’s small off-campus apartment. The event was uncharacteristically well-panned, with enough food and drinks for everyone to indulge in. The turnout was great, and Kiyoomi was actually having a good time playing Miya’s dirty games and laughing over good memories. 

“Alright, alright!” Miya cheered, after settling Sakusa in a lone dining chair in the middle of the living room, loudly tapping a fork against his Heineken, “I have one last surprise for Oomi tonight, so everybody please shut the fuck up. Sho, the lights!” Hinata grins deviously before flicking the lights off and huddling to the front door. 

The dimming lights was the first red flag that his boundaries were about to be crossed, and when the red LEDs turned on in their place, Kiyoomi was quick to catch on. A slow, deep bass floated from the surround-sound speakers, racking through his bones from every angle. Sakusa stood to put an end to whatever was about to happen, words of protest building on his tongue.

His mind goes blank when Hinata opens the door, though, and the words die in the back of his throat, when it’s you that steps into the apartment. Your hair is that sexy kind of wild, black eyeliner so sharp it could cut someone, in long heels that clack clack clack against the floor with every step you take. Skin sleek with oil, you're dressed in the skimpiest two-piece Victoria’s Secret had to offer, the lacey fabric leaving very little to the imagination. Kiyoomi’s favorite playset.

Kiyoomi gasps your name, his jaw quite literally on the floor. It didn’t take long for you to stroll in front of him, your powerful strides demanding attention from those around you. Someone whistles their appreciation. 

Despite your six-inch heels, Kiyoomi still towered over you, but it was clear that you held all the power here. Looking up at him with pretty mink lashes, you place a manicured hand to his chest, pushing lightly.

“Sit.”

Kiyoomi has never moved so fast in his life. 

Music continues to play over the sound of his whistling teammates, as you circle the chair he’s sitting on, like a shark circling its prey. There’s a predatory smile pulling at your lips, dark lipstick making you that much more alluring. Finally, you stop, throwing a leg over his lap bending forward, your cleavage being pushed into his face, with hands trailing over his knees and up his thighs, painfully close to where he needs to feel you most. Grinning like you know his thoughts, you rock forward, sinking down on his lap as your ankles catch the sides of the chair, giving you leverage to grind down on him. His teammates are fully screaming now, howls of laughter and disbelief echoing from them. You look so fucking good, and part of Sakusa gets off on knowing  everyone is just as effect by you as he is. 

Pride simmers hot in his veins at the sight of being watched, of knowing how badly they wish it were them you were dancing on, and Kiyoomi finds that his hands have a mind of their own as they smooth up the expanse of your thighs and around the curve of your barely-covered ass, pulling you closer and pressing you again him harder. 

Leaning back, your hands grip his knees as you roll your body to the music, your hair barely covering that lustful look in your eyes. Like a moth to a flame, Kiyoomi watches your abdomen contract and relax with the motion, your torso perfectly rolling in sync with the bass. He doesn’t know what comes over him, he really doesn’t, but suddenly he’s kissing up the exposed skin of your sternum, pulling a sweet moan from your lips.  Bringing your head forward, your fingers thread across his scalp, gripping the strands and roughly pulling him to kiss you, his lips molding to yours with ease. Bringing a hand to his shoulder, you dig your nails into the hard muscle there, swallowing your fiance’s groans with a well-timed grind of your hips. Kiyoomi’s hard now, just like everyone else in the room, and he finds the publicity of this little stunt of yours might be the hottest thing he’s ever experienced. It’s quiet now, Sakusa realizes. Despite the music playing, his guests have fallen silent, bewitched by the magic of your body. 

There’s a thin string of saliva connecting you two when you pull away, and Kiyoomi has to stop himself from audibly moaning at the sight. Dipping down into the shell of his ear, “Take me somewhere private.” you whisper. It’s not a question, “Before I fuck you in front of your friends.” 

Kiyoomi fails to see the issue with that. 

Like a zombie, he has no other thoughts except you. Callused fingers dig into the plush of your thighs, lifting you and himself up with ease. Sakusa stares with a passion that could only be described as hunger, eyeing you like a starved man. His feet mindlessly take him to Atsumu’s room, lowering you to the floor gently gently, never once breaking eye contact. You push him against the door sternly, fingers playing with the hem of his slacks, swiping your nails over his V-line with a teasing softness.

“I can’t believe you” he harshly whispers, a shudder trailing up his spine, “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Really? Because it seems like you liked it.” you quip, your soft hands finding the outline of him through his pants and squeezing, “Who’s got you so worked up, Ki?”

Kiyoomi’s mind is too clouded with lust to give a real response, and he groans when you start jerking him slowly, throat bobbing.

“Louder,” you command, unbuttoning his pants and sinking to your knees. With wide eyes and trembling legs, Sakusa watches you earnestly, throwing his head against the door and moaning shamelessly when he feels your tongue on him. Damn Atsumu and that brilliant mind of his. You, the perfect loophole. 

Sakusa’s knees nearly give out when you hollow your cheeks. He can’t wait to marry you. 

chapter 1 ※ why won’t you love me?

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pairings: eren yeager x fem!reader, eren x mikasa

genre: angst, smut

word count: 3.1k

cw: marijuana use, eren and reader are complete assholes, infidelity, semi-public oral(f.receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, a lot of dialogue

a/n: hiiii! this is the first chapter of my eren series, the fic title and the chapters’ titles are all 5sos lyrics bc if you didn’t know, i have to include 5sos in everything <33 enjoy and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for upcoming chapters <33

part two // back to masterlist

Your hand fell on the mattress, on top of Spiderman sheets that used to always make you chuckle. Now they just left a bittersweet memory of their owner. You thought you'd meet another open palm, but the weight on the right side of the bed shifted until it was off completely. Turning to face the wall, you shut your eyes and wrapped your arms around your naked torso.

The sound of footsteps on carpet, the flick of a lighter, a cloud of smoke. A pair of tattooed, rough arms around you.

"Don't fall asleep here."

You sighed and pushed the man off of you, rolling to the side of the bed to retrieve your tossed clothes. An index finger tapped your shoulder, making you flinch. You shrugged him off and got dressed quickly, despite your sore legs.

"Is she coming over?"

"What? Oh, huh- yeah."

"You should change your sheets then." He looked back at his bed, chuckling at a small pool of liquid that was slowly drying off. "Eren?" You called his name from the door of his bedroom.

"Yes, baby?" Your heart ached at the nickname he gave you as his piercing jade gaze fell on your face. Bottom lip trembling, eyes watering; just like everytime you left the apartment that you sneaked into through the emergency ladder.

"This was the last time."

"I know."

You both knew it wasn't the last time. Maybe Eren was more sure than you were, his slight grin giving him away, but after all, you always came back to him. Every time faster than the one before.

This time it was no less than five hours, no more than six. Connie and Sasha's party made it impossible for your paths not to cross; and it didn't really help either that you and Eren had been best friends since the moment you were born.

Eren, Armin, Mikasa and you. Always together, never apart for too long. From your parents teasing you and Eren that you'll marry, to forming a sibling bond in elementary, to finally realizing he's a boy in middle school. The only issue there was that Mikasa had realized that too. She beat you to confessing, on your high school graduation day, her and Eren made it official quickly; maybe too quick. Because what Mikasa didn't know -and Armin suspected- was that you and Eren had shared innocent kisses, one too many make-out sessions that ended with promises to be best friends forever.

Best friends became friends, then acquaintances, then friends again. Then, on New Years Eve, three years after Eren and Mikasa got together, Eren came knocking on your door, crying in your arms about her, about their relationship, his feelings. His feelings about you. And then you were kissing him. And the new year found you lain in bed together, a blanket covering your tangled bodies, along with a horrible, ugly and raw disgust. For yourself, and for him. How could you do this to your best friends, how could he do this to his girlfriend?

“You there?” Eren snapped his fingers in front of your face. Your eyes fixated on the bottom of your empty cup before it disappeared from your hold. “Want a refill?” The next thing he stole from you was the joint that was stuck between your lips, the clear lipgloss leaving a mark around the filter.

You tilted your head to the side to finally look at him for the first time since you left his apartment that morning. The first thing your eyes fell on was your old heart-shaped locket hanging from a gold chain around his neck. You wondered if Mikasa knew there was a picture of you and him inside. Looking up, you fought the urge to move a strand of hair behind his pierced ear. His jade eyes searched for yours, but they were locked on Mikasa’s red scrunchy that held his hair in a messy bun.

“Mikasa was looking for you.” You announced and, taking your red solo cup back got up from the couch, heading for the kitchen before Sasha stopped you.

“Some of us are gonna play seven minutes in heaven!” She said excitedly and dragged you with her.

“Oh, I was about to leave.”

“Nonsense! Tell her to stay, Mikasa!”

“Eren will take you home later, come sit!” Mikasa and Sasha took your hands and seated you on the floor, them on either side of you. You tried to ignore Eren’s stare and opted for watching Connie place an empty wine bottle in the middle of the circle instead.

“Okay, who’s starting?” Jean looked around and you noticed the hopeful look he gave Marco across from him, but Sasha was faster, like a lion ready to attack her prey.

“Me, me!” Sasha extended her hands and twisted the glass bottle. Everyone’s drunk gazes watched it turn and turn until the bottom stopped on you. You already knew who the top side of the bottle stopped on, and you turned to Mikasa with wide eyes.

“No fair, Yeager has a girlfriend already!”

“It’s just a game, right babe?” Eren made sure to lean over and peck his girlfriend’s red lips before getting up.

“Yeah. Of course, we won’t do anything, don’t worry.” You whispered to your friend before following Eren upstairs. You wished you hadn’t looked behind you at Mikasa, how she drew her bottom lip between her teeth like she always did when she was nervous.

You recognized the room you stepped in as Connie’s. Eren fell on the bed, a joint still attached to his lips, and his hands dragging you with him.

“Eren, stop it.” You whined, but not once did you try to wiggle your way out of his grip. Such a hypocrite, you thought.

“You look pretty tonight.” He smiled up at you before extending one of his hands to the ashtray on the nightstand to press the joint down on. His silver rings glistened in the moonlight coming from the window as he reached up to move a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Stop.”

“Make me stop. We still have...six minutes and 12 seconds.”

“Eren, enough.”

“Baby, baby please. I want to make you feel as good as you look.” He flipped you around and pinned your hands on either side of your head before kissing you softly.

And you let him. Every time his lips fell on your skin, you convinced himself you’d stop him, but it was forgotten again once he flipped your skirt over and moved your panties to the side. And you let him use his fingers to make your breath hitch in your throat. You couldn’t do anything else but give yourself to Eren completely.

You wanted to think about the girl downstairs that thought of you and Eren as the best of friends, the girl you betrayed every single day for four months, ever since that New Year’s Eve you and Eren spent with each other.

“You’re so pretty. Your pussy is so pretty for me. My pussy.” He mumbled between soft kisses and licks on your clit. You arched your back off the bed, grinding on his face as the bed squeaked under you slightly. His teeth barely grazed your sweet spot to tease you before he started lapping at the juices that threatened to spill on the mattress and give your forbidden act away.

You promised yourself this was the last time as Eren moaned into your cunt desperately. His hands reached for yours on the sheets but they were preoccupied; Eren looked up with a cocky smile at the way you were shaking, only to see it was because you were sobbing into your palms.

“I’m so-”

“Don’t say anything, Eren, please.” You mumbled as he fixed your clothes. He kneeled on the floor next to your head and tried holding your hands, only to get pushed away.

“It hurts to see you cry, baby, I’m sorry. Baby,” Eren checked his phone. Exactly seven minutes, “baby it’s been seven minutes.”

“Tell them I was drunk and fell asleep.” you mumbled and turned your back to him, facing the wall instead. You felt a hand stroke your shoulder, a beam of light entered the room before it was gone as the door closed behind him.

It felt like years that you had been muffling your sobs in Connie's pillow when the door opened again.

"Hey, are you asleep?" You could recognize the sweet, melodic voice anywhere. It was Mikasa, and she was now sitting on the edge of the bed as you pretended to be dozing off. "You don't have to reply, I just want to say something." You wiped a stray tear and listened cautiously. Mikasa was slurring her words a bit, which for her meant she was more than drunk already.

"I think Eren is cheating on me."

"He wouldn't. Eren loves you more than anything." You smiled to the wall sadly, making shapes on the mattress with your index finger. Mikasa gasped; she wasn't expecting you to be awake, or reply.

"Do you think I'm making a mistake being with him still?"

Yes. Yes, a huge mistake. You should leave him, he's not worth your time, Mikasa. You deserve better, someone that will always treat you right.

"It's worth another try, don't you think?" You said instead, knowing it's what your friend needed to hear. As for Eren, he was standing by the closed door, listening closely to your conversation; how Mikasa chuckled, how your voice was shaky and uncontrolled. When it came to Mikasa's question, he found himself scared you would have had enough and finally admit to everything. A sense of relief washed over him, but why did he also feel almost...mad at you?

"Sorry for interrupting, I started the car."

"Oh, okay. __, are you coming? Eren can drop you off." Mikasa offered you a hand, but you got up after denying it.

"I'll leave with Armin." Mikasa nodded and left, Eren mumbling something about 'be right there'.

"I'll come by your place later." Eren wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed your forehead softly. Your hands met his torso and pushed him away, taking a step back.

"Please, Eren..."

"See you!" He waved and left quickly, before you could say anything, because Eren knew you would tell him to fuck off and stay with his girlfriend. But that was the last thing he wanted to do.

     Hours later, as the clock struck four in the morning, you heard the front door click open. You didn't have the strength to see him, touch him, hold him. All you wanted was for Eren to disappear from your life, for you to only know him as Mikasa's boyfriend.

"Baby, are you asleep?" You heard a whisper and a drawer open; he was putting on his pajamas. You shut your eyes and pretended he wasn't there, that it was a dream, a nightmare even.

"I missed you so much. So, so much. You were so pretty tonight, did I tell you?" He mumbled, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck down to your upper arm. You shifted on the mattress, pressing your face further against your pillow.

"I can't take it anymore, __. I want to be with you, to kiss you in front of our friends, to go on dates, make you my wife." A sob escaped his lips, and you thought he deserved to be so miserable. After all the pain he's put you and Mikasa in, he should spend the rest of his life crying. "Please talk to me, I know you're awake. I want to see your face. I love you, __.”

"Stop." You mumbled and covered your face with the blanket, wiping a new set of tears away. "Just stop! I can't stand you anymore!" Eren's arms wrapped tight around your waist, his breath hot on your neck; you had never felt so close to him, but you hated that it had to be that way. It was easier to ignore the pain when it was just sex. Sex that took the stress of the day away, that made you forget everything else. But now...what was this predicament you've fallen face first in?

"Mikasa was looking at engagement rings today, you know. And all I could think about was how they were going to look on your finger." He huffed and held your hand in his, caressing the empty space on your left ring finger.

"Why did it have to be you, Eren?"

You weren't expecting an answer. And Eren didn't give you one. His fingers fiddling with the material of your shirt, sneaking in to caress your stomach was enough.

"Do you want a family, __?"

"Maybe with the right person."

Did you mean him? Was that your way of asking him to leave her? Eren couldn't help but wonder, yet he was always one step behind; always wondering, never actually asking.

"What about you?"

"I do. I really do. I want a little girl that runs around the house and makes me play with her. She will have long, brown hair like me and it will flow behind her as she runs. And she has the prettiest eyes, your eyes, your smile. I hope when she laughs her nose shrinks up like yours does. God, that will be the prettiest girl in the world."

     You let him have his little fantasy as you sobbed into the pillow, you let him smile and chuckle into your hair as he thought of a happy family living in the countryside. And you let him because you knew it would only ever stay a fantasy.

     Shrugging his hand away, you rolled off the bed and sat on an armchair by the window. The street was so quiet, you swore your muffled sobs could be heard from the small opening of the window.

"We have to stop, Eren."

"No."

"This is the worst thing we could have ever done, it needs to be over."

"Is it so wrong to love each other?" He exclaimed, getting up and falling on his knees in front of you. You shook your head and looked away, tears making your sight blurry and shaky. You could feel his open palms over your own, his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat.

"I don't love you." You admitted. But what a fat lie it was.

"Liar." He knew. Eren could see right through you and your white lies. He knew when you were faking a smile, when your head hurt, when your leg was sore, when you were happy or sad or angry. All he needed was to take one good look at you. And he knew everything.

"It's true."

"Look me in the eyes and say it. Say it! If you do, I'll go. I promise, I'll leave you alone, I'll go get the ring Mikasa wants, I'll make you her maid of honour."

     Jade eyes searching for yours. This time they finally met. A shaky breath left your lips, a sob escaped his.

"I don't love you." You spoke loud and clear. And he heard you. Oh, how beautiful your voice sounded even as the words you spoke were hurting him, very much so.

"You love me. More than anyone ever has. More than Mikasa ever will."

"That doesn't change anything, Eren."

"It changes everything!" He exclaimed, caressing your cheeks softly. "Don't you get it, __? I want to be with you for the rest of my life!"

"You need to break up with Mikasa. Tell her everything."

"I will. First thing tomorrow." He nodded and took your hands in his, bringing them to his wet cheeks. Trembling thumbs wiped tears off red cheeks before you fell on the floor, letting Eren engulf you in a hug. "Kiss me." He whispered and brought his lips against yours before you could refuse.

Next thing you knew, his arms were carrying you to the bed, caging you between them. He played with the hem of your shirt and you didn't have to wait any longer to know he wanted it off. So you obliged, like always. Anything Eren wanted, you gave to him. Such a selfless act, for such a selfish person.

     An hour later and you were still playing that game you knew by heart. You would give him everything he wanted, in return you got a crumble of love that should be given to Mikasa.

"I love you, I love you, my baby. My little baby, fuck-come for me please." Eren's hands intertwined with yours, pinning them over your head on the pillow and drilling into you fast. He was close too, he knew he was, but he wanted to cherish this moment. It felt like it would be the last one, it hurt like a breakup. And making love to the woman of your life shouldn't hurt. Tears threatened to escape his sapphire eyes as he leaned down to kiss you softly.

"Want to stay with you here forever. I want to make love to you everyday, baby please." He whimpered. You didn’t have the heart to reply to him, instead focusing on the euphoria you felt as he fucked you into the mattress.

“Eren, Eren!” You moaned his name, desperately holding onto the sound of it as you arched your back off the bed. You didn’t know when the next time you’ll be calling for him like that would be. And as you reached your orgasm, you hugged Eren and brought him down, not even a breath separating the two of you.

“You’re on birth control, right?” You nodded, and he gripped your jaw to kiss you again. With one last thrust, Eren painted your walls white with his cum, giving a few more slow rolls of his hips before pulling out.

And just like that, it felt like your life was over. You were drowning in a bottomless pit of sorrow, but Eren was still with you. He was in your bathroom, filling the tub with warm water. His clothes were on your floor, his spare ones in your drawer.

“I have to go home. Mikasa will come over for breakfast.” His apologetic eyes as he picked his clothes up made you scoff. You knew his promise of breaking up would end up untrue and Mikasa would be calling later to talk about how he surprised her with flowers and pancakes. And that she had no reason for worrying, because they were better than ever.

“Will you break up with her?” You called as he stood at the door.

“Soon.”

Yeah. Soon.

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little miss obsessed with love but doesn't believe it will happen to her

“Gentlemen,” Mikey says.

His voice doesn’t rise above its regular volume but the single word is enough to quiet the room of executives settled around the conference table.

He's standing at one end, a hand in the pocket of his slacks, the other tapping a random rhythm into the mahogany surface of the table as he regards his...what did you say these men were to him?

They're your friends Mikey.

His friends. Right.

He eyes Ran Haitani who balances on the back legs of the chair he's sitting on precariously. His loafer-clad feet crossed at the ankles on the table. Next to him, his brother sighs deeply, his thumb and forefinger massaging circles into the bridge of his nose.

Opposite them, Kokonoi and Kakucho appear deceptively calm. Kokonoi is chewing diligently on a piece of gum. His attempt at quitting cigarettes. Kakucho has one arm slung along the back of Koko's chair, his legs spread as he slouches in his chair. His eyes are closed, his head tipped back against the headrest. If Mikey didn't know better he'd think Kakucho was recovering from a night out drinking.

Of course, the truth is much wilder than Kakucho spending a night on the town.

Takeomi is absent. Naturally. Sanzu is sprawled in his own chair at the other end of the table. His guns are on the table as he shines his katana.

Mikey considers everything he's been through with the men in this room.

If you can let me in, then you can let them in.

He shudders as your words wash through him. You're like his fucking conscience. It's simultaneously the most unnerving and wonderful experience he's ever had. A voice of reason that isn't being paid in his blood money. He glances at Kakucho again quickly.

If you think these men have stuck around because you're paying them then you're dumber than I thought, Mikey.

Sanzu gently places his katana on the table and shakes out the little cloth he was using to shine it. He gives Mikey his full attention. the action seems to stir the others who also turn to him. Kakucho lifts a single brow at him in question.

And the action sets of something akin to...gratitude in Mikey. It's a wildly unfamiliar sensation and he has to quell the urge to rub his chest.

They would die for you, Mikey.

Yes, they would. He catches a glimpse of a cut running along Rindou Haitani's chest as the man shifts in his chair. The skin is shiny and puckered from healing and a pang goes off in his chest that almost knocks him on his ass.

These men would die for him.

A sudden clarity comes over him and he has to blink several times to reorient himself. It feels almost like someone has ripped whatever ill-fitting glasses he was wearing before off and he can see clearly now. Jesus Christ, these men would die for him.

He sinks heavily into his own chair. The weight of his previous oversight anchors him to the cushion.

"I have news," he blurts.

The words suck the air out of the room. Silence ensues for a handful of seconds and then...

"Oh my God, you knocked her up!"

Rindou reaches Ran before Mikey can react to his exclaimed words and slaps his brother in the back of the head.

"I-" Mikey starts, blinking in confusion. What?

"Jesus Christ Ran, so what if he has?" Rindou interrupts, glaring at his brother.

"I di-" Mikey tries again, his brows furrowed.

"That actually...that makes sense," Kokonoi says slowly, nodding. "I saw her eat half a cake by herself the other night."

Kakcuho is gaping at Mikey. But there's a twinkle in his eye that makes Mikey nervous.

"Wait a min-"

"I thought you'd never notice," Sanzu laughs from the other end of the table and Mikey's skin chills.

What?

"What?" He zones out. Something in his voice must get the others attention because the room goes quiet.

"That's not...the news?" Ran squints at him, his chair making a thudding sound as he settles onto all four legs.

Mikey swallows around a ball of spit that seems to be stuck in the back of his throat. Pregnant.

No- she can't be- she- but- but the crying...and the sensitive breasts. the cravings.

"I was going to say I'm getting married," he says, hollowly.

"Oh shit," Sanzu breathes.

"Fuck, Mikey."

"I thought it was obvi-" Kokonoi shrugs.

"She agreed to marry you?" Ran interjects. "Without-" he pauses to glance around the room quickly and then lowers his voice as he finishes his question "-putting up a fight?"

That gets the rooms attention.

"What the fuck kinda question is that?" Kakucho frowns. "She's in love with him."

That seems to throw Ran for a loop. His eyes narrow on Mikey who's still stupified by the realization that he might become a father and husband in the same breath.

"Maybe there is hope for me," Ran says.

Sanzu snaps at him. "Are you implying Mikey doesn't deserve her?"

Ran splutters. "What? No- Why the fuck would I-"

"Just be quiet," Rindou sighs.

"You really think she's pregnant?" Mikey asks, interrupting their squabble.

"Yes," Koko nods.

"Absolutely,” Rindou agrees.

"Half a fucking cake Mikey...in a single sitting."

Mikey blanches. “She’s pregnant.”

Koko chuckles.

“She’s fucking pregnant,” he repeats. There’s a note of distress in his tone. “With a baby. A child!?”

Kakucho gives him a knowing look. “Congratulations, Manjiro.”

Sanzu, who has been uncharacteristically quiet stands. “This means she can’t say no to a protection detail anymore.”

Mikey’s brain stutters. Protection. Because shes pregnant with your child and about to become your wife. She’s singlehandedly the most important person to Bonten. And to him.

“Oh fuck.”

Rindou shakes his head. “We need to start personally vetting Bonten members now.”

“Why did it take a child and a marriage to convince you of that and not the two times we’ve been double crossed?” Kakucho questions.

“Do you want to deal with a Mikey whose wife and child are hurt or murdered?”

The room falls quiet as all eyes fall to Kokonoi. A heavy tension settles on Mikey’s shoulders. He’s having a child. Maybe. And getting married. Definitely.

And he runs one of the most dangerous organizations in the world. With over a hundred thousand employees worldwide. And stakes in every major and even some minor pies, in every industry.

He’s not sure of much except his own success and frankly, inhuman work ethic. But as the realization that his life is changing. Developing into something better, something more. He’s sure that if anything ever happens to you or his unborn child…he would unravel.

“Can we circle back to her wanting to marry him?” Ran asks, breaking the tension. “Without being coerced?”

━━━ ❝where you belong…❞ [ I ] 18+

↳ ; ༄ eren j. x f!reader ━━━ mini series I. II. status — ongoing

synopsis ; when you catch eren cheating, he doesn’t chase after you. doesn’t try and find you. he simply lets you go because he knows that you’ll always come back to where you belong. back to him.

tw ; ༄ manipulation, gaslighting, infidelity, toxic relationship

w.c ; ༄ 12k

↳ note from syn ; ༄ it’s funny because i wasn’t actually going to post this in fear that it’s as bad as i think it is but tbh, comments are just opinions. words shouldn’t hold power over anyone and i worked hard on this so i said “fuck it” bc i (and everyone else) take time out to write what we write for FREE so it is what it is. also, this was supposed to be a oneshot but it’s getting a bit long so i’m splitting it up! this is a mini series which means there’s going to be a second part, which will be the final part to this; it’ll be out very, very soon so be on the lookout! ୧

↳ p.s. ; ༄ give a massive thank you to @arcanedevil for giving this a good look over (otherwise it’d be total crap ngl) heheh, luv you dearlyy — & as always, rbs/likes are very appreciated, tyy ᰔ

Eren Jaeger was the perfect boyfriend.

He worked for his father in preparation to take over his company someday soon, and stayed quite busy with that. Despite his minimal time towards everything else, he still managed to give you the right amount of time and attention that you needed from him as your boyfriend. 

Eren was sweet, thoughtful even. Call it cheesy but he liked bringing you flowers sometimes before coming home from work. Instead of you packing his lunch for the day, he was always the one that made sure you had something ready to go because he remembered you did errands all day for him and took care of the house so anything to help take the load off — he was on it. 

Was there laundry that needed to be done? Already gone through the washer and dryer, and even folded up neatly in the laundry room for you to put away. Dishes perhaps? Cleaned and put back in the cabinets. Eren believed in cleaning up as he went and he never slipped up on that. 

So not only did he take care of the house, but he also took care of you.

He didn’t have much time on his hands but he made sure there was just enough to spend with you when he wasn’t swamped at work. You didn’t understand his job thoroughly, but you knew how hard he worked and never slacked on contributing to the house and to the relationship. 

Eren was such a good man to you that both his and your parents have been nagging the two of you to just tie the knot already. You’d been dating for exactly three years, even progressing to live together now. Your parents were more demanding on the idea of getting married soon and giving them grandchildren because they still held onto the old stigma that once you’ve moved in with one another, marriage had to be next. 

You weren’t against marriage. No. It just wasn’t as important as they made it out to be. Your mom constantly told you, during your daily lunches with her, that your generation had a high divorce rate and you indulged her by saying that it was probably because young people tended to get married too quickly. You’d made a good point and she left the topic alone for a while. You knew it was going to come back up in a few weeks but whatever it took to get her to understand that neither you nor Eren were thinking about marriage right now.

At the start of your talking stage with him, it was hard to get a proper date out of him. On your third day of getting to know him, he wanted to come over your place to have sex. 

Third day. 

Naturally, you declined by saying that you barely knew the guy. He was persistent, that was for sure. Constantly texting, calling, stopping by your job at the time to buy his usual while lingering around, keeping you company, he’d say. Eren was like a fly you just couldn’t get rid of and eventually — he’d grown on you. You found out that you liked being chased and that he liked chasing after you and your precious time. When a month went by, you finally invited him over for dinner one night. 

Interestingly enough, he hadn’t pushed you for sex. With his foot finally in your door, he was sweet and only wanted to spend time with you. That was what nudged you to makeout with him on the couch after dinner and a long conversation. Before things could’ve gone any further, he pulled you back to ask if sex was what you wanted and if you were sure. It only made you even more sure that it was something you wanted and practically begged for it. He smiled because finally, he had you right where he wanted you. Carried you in his arms all the way to your bedroom and gently laid you down, spreading your legs and making you forget all about how long you made him wait for this. 

Soon after, many nights like that followed. 

You were beginning to get attached to him and wanted something exclusive, but that was the catch with him. He enjoyed being around you and having sex with you but when it came to tying him down with a label — it was harder than you thought it’d be. 

Eren wasn’t the sort of guy that slept with several girls a week. He was definitely not a socialite, and had a small circle of friends that he talked to on a day to day basis. He wasn’t a shy guy nor was he haunted by an ex. There was no specific reason as to why he was so against labeling what you two had and you began to feel that maybe it wasn’t all that important. As long as he wasn’t seeing anyone else like he was with you, did it really matter?

You started to feel like something was wrong with you. That, maybe, he just didn’t feel like you were good enough to be his official girlfriend so your attitude began to change, and he caught onto it pretty quickly. 

“What’s the matter? You're quieter than usual.”

“…s’nothing. How was it working with your dad today?”

“Uh…fine, but–”

“Want dessert? I’ll go get the pie I made. It’s really good. Be right back.”

“Okay…”

You cried in the kitchen holding the pie in your hands. Whether you’d gotten tears all in it or not, you weren’t sure but you couldn’t hold back your emotions anymore. Maybe you were being dramatic…or maybe that was you invalidating your feelings again. Either way, you felt shitty that you weren’t his girlfriend yet while you two had sex daily, and he practically lived at your place now. It made sense to at least be able to call him your boyfriend but what did you know? Before Eren, you’d only dated one other guy and he was okay. He just didn’t put in the effort and maybe that was why you were feeling so strongly about Eren. You knew that he was the one for you. You desperately wanted him to give you just a little bit more. Just enough to let you know that he felt the same way about you and wanted to make sure no one else came and took you away. As if that had a chance at happening but you wanted to at least know that he cared enough to make sure it didn’t.

So, you walked back out into the dining room and told him about how you felt. It was sickening for you to do because that meant exposing your desire for a label, something he didn’t care for, and was scared that was going to be his final straw. That he’d leave you sitting there at the table, losing him completely.

Instead, your fears were coddled and kissed away.

“Hold on, is that what this is about?” He asked, arms wrapped tightly around your waist with you sitting in his lap, sniffling. Even though you were crying, he couldn’t fight back a soft smile, looking at you. “Mmm, looks like it. I didn’t know calling you my girlfriend was all that important to you, baby. Of course we can be exclusive. I really don’t care for labels but…if it’s that important to you, then I’m okay with it.” You looked at him like you weren’t sure if he was telling the truth or only telling you what you wanted to hear. He pressed his lips against your forehead and sighed. “The thought of you going out and finding someone else to replace me makes me sick to my stomach. I’ll do anything to keep you to myself and if it’s being called your boyfriend, I’ll do it. It’s something I’ve been thinking a little about too but it’s scary because when I love someone…I love them. Hopefully you won’t ask for marriage anytime soon because this is already a lot for me.”

You giggled and pecked his lips, telling him that marriage was far from your mind and was simply happy with being his official girlfriend now.

After that, things were great. The slight tension was gone and Eren found that being your boyfriend wasn’t all that bad. Nothing changed, really, and he was grateful for that. 

But like many things, peace never seems to last very long.

Eren still spent most of his free time with you but something was off and you couldn’t figure out what it was. Maybe it was a gut feeling or your intuition pulling at you but Eren…was different now.

He came home later than usual and instead of telling you about his day or cuddling you until he fell asleep, he’d walk straight to the bathroom, shower and go right to bed. Not a kiss on your forehead or even asking what you made for dinner. That happened for five days of the week and on the weekends he was either with his friends or with you, but quiet. He was on his phone more, but at the same time — he wasn’t ignoring you. 

You’d talk about your day, the news, what was going on with your friends or even interests of your own. He’d hum, give small answers or even look at you as you chattered on and on. You weren’t a very talkative person to begin with so it wasn’t like you felt as if you were talking his head off day in and day out. It only seemed that way because he didn’t seem to talk to you like that anymore and it began to eat away at your self esteem. 

Was it something that you were doing? Or, better yet, what you weren’t doing?

You couldn’t figure it out but the best way to rectify any situation was to talk it out so you made plans to do that tonight, when he finally came home from work.

Like the past few weeks, he didn’t make lunch for you so you forgot to eat something and worked on a small dinner. You were much too anxious to make anything bigger than a small lasagna so you got to it. Your mind was reeling and spinning with thoughts that maybe he was just tired of you now. Bored with the same routine and didn’t know how to tell you that. If his silence was to save you from the hurt and reality of the situation then you were likely to explode from the unknowing of it all. You weren’t sure how you were going to take being told that your boyfriend was bored of the relationship because you were content. You didn’t find the days to be long nor the nights to be dreadful. You loved when he came back home to you, kissing you and telling you how much he missed you. You worked from home now so you didn’t get a lot of social interaction unless your friends came over or you got invited out to lunch with your mom or close friends. 

You saw Eren more than anyone and the thought of him not finding your presence to be enough anymore made you want to throw up. What could you do about that anyway? Break the relationship off and let him find someone that made him feel something again? Did you have the courage to be that selfless? Eren was such a catch. He was miserably attractive and the sex was beyond anything you’d ever experienced. He was kind, understanding, caring and loved you like you were the only woman in his entire world. He was the perfect boyfriend but now you were beginning to wonder if you were the perfect girlfriend for him or if someone else was just meant to take your place.

When the hand on the clock on the wall striked seven, you were scrambling to get the table set. Plates and utensils were laid out on the surface of the table with empty glasses next to them. Instead of pouring the usual, you whipped out a fine glass of wine from the wine fridge. Neither you nor him were drinkers but on certain occasions, like this one, did you feel it was necessary to bring one out. 

Needless to say — you were stressed.

Thirty minutes later, you heard the front door unlock. Then it closed and you heard keys hit the small table near the door along with shoes sliding across the hardwood like he was taking them off, and pushing them to the side. Heavy but slow footsteps thudded through the hallway until they came close to the dining room…then curved around the corner, heading down another hallway that sounded like the way to the bathroom. 

You released a sigh, closing your eyes with your hands together in your lap. It was so quiet, you were almost able to hear your own heartbeat. Nervous wasn’t the proper word. It was like you were having trouble breathing. Several long deep breaths just weren’t enough to regulate the lack of oxygen you were getting, and it was because you couldn’t stop thinking about how the conversation was going to go. You didn’t care about upsetting him because this was something that’s been eating at you for a while. Something you’ve been wanting to know. You just didn't want to lose him over something like this. 

So you told yourself to relax. That it was going to be fine.

At least, that was all you were able to tell yourself to try and help.

After his shower, you heard him pad into the bedroom across the hall from the bathroom. You couldn’t hear much else so it felt like you were waiting for an eternity until you heard a door close. Soon, he was walking out of the bedroom and coming down the hallway again. Your heart thumped dramatically against your chest as you stayed seated, fidgeting in place, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. This was Eren. He wasn’t an angry guy and always listened to you when there was an issue or something that needed to be talked about. He was mature and handled it all with care and understanding. He loved you. There was nothing you needed to be afraid of. This was going to go well. You were sure of it.

When his tall frame finally passed into the dining room, a smile crossed your face. How long has it been since he sat down for dinner now? You couldn’t remember but didn’t care as you quickly stood up from your seat, pulling out his chair. You watched with anxious eyes as he sat down with a nod towards you, clear bags underneath his eyes. Your heart twisted in your chest. Was the impending conversation even necessary? What if he told you that his lack of engagement with you now was just because of how hard work’s been lately? You were positive that you were going to only feel like shit if that was the case. While he worked his ass off getting ready to take over his father’s successful company at the young age of twenty four, you were at home, letting your overthinking undo all the good in your relationship. Sure, communication was key but it didn’t help things if you sat around worrying over something that probably wasn’t that serious to begin with. 

There you went. Invalidating your feelings again. When have your gut feelings ever been wrong? If something wasn’t right, then maybe there was a good reason for it. 

The only way you were going to be able to find out was through asking him about it first. 

When you sat down, he started cutting at a small piece of the lasagna to put onto his plate. His silence unnerved you but you held your ground, firm in your decision to talk with him about your worries.

“So…how was your day?” You asked.

Maybe the talk needed to happen after a normal conversation.

Eren’s eyes flickered to the bottle of wine before looking at you. 

“Fine, but what do you really want to talk about?” He countered back, finding the wine to be a clear indication that you were wanting to have a more serious conversation than the one you were so desperate to start with. 

You swallowed the saliva that kept collecting under your tongue, and released a sigh. 

“Perceptive as always,” you commented under your breath, looking down at your lap. It was now or never. “Things just haven’t felt the same lately and I’ve been wondering if…if you still feel the same way about me.”

When you looked up, he was staring at you. His expression was unreadable — go figure. Usually, you were able to tell what he was thinking but nowadays, you’ve not the slightest clue. 

Eren cleared his throat and looked down at his plate, forking a good chunk of the lasagna in his mouth. He stared at the wall across the room like he was in thought. 

A long, deep thought.

“Just been tired,” he said, “Work’s been stressful. Sorry, baby.”

He didn’t even look at you when he said it. That was why you were having a hard time believing him. His eyes always told you the truth and when he was being honest, he never shied away. He wasn’t very good at lying so you always could tell when he was. This time, it was like he was hiding something from you and you didn’t like it. You hated that feeling. That feeling of knowing something was wrong but being unable to tell what exactly it was. 

It also made you angry because it was obvious something was off. Whatever was going on with him, he was keeping it close to his chest and you couldn’t stand it. There shouldn’t be secrets in a relationship. If there was anything he felt he needed to tell you about, shouldn’t he do it? No matter how bad or hurtful it was, you could take it. He knew that and still decided to keep it from you.

You couldn’t let that slide. 

“Eren,” you said in a firm tone that made him look back at you, still unreadable. “Just tell me what it is. Something is off with you and it’s been bothering me. Aren’t you always talking about healthy communication and that? What’s made you think you have to keep anything from me? You say it’s work but I don’t believe that.”

He shrugged, “Then I don’t know what to tell you, sweetheart. It’s the truth. I’ve honestly just been really drained with work and my dad. None of it has been easy, you know.”

“Lies again,” you stood up causing your chair to scratch loudly across the hardwood floor, fists at your sides. “Are you fucking someone else?”

Eren frowned before smirking, “Am I what?”

“Are you fucking someone else, Eren?”

For a moment, he just stared at you like something you said was funny to him. Then he went back to eating which only pissed you off more.

“You are…aren’t you?”

Your voice was weak this time, afraid to even entertain the idea that he was giving time that was always reserved for you to someone that wasn’t you.

Out of everything else you worried about daily, cheating hadn’t crossed your mind even once. Eren just wasn’t the type and you’d believed it for so long. Not once did he make you feel like someone else had the ability to replace you. He made you feel as though you were the complete package. That it was you or nothing. 

Right now…he was making you feel the exact opposite and you’d never wanted to be more wrong in your life.

“Can we not do this right now?” He asked of you, taking a bite out of the cheesy bread you made to go with the lasagna. “Really don’t feel like arguing tonight, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t care,” you sharply responded, giving him a hard look, “We’re either going to get all of this out in the open now or I’m leaving. Tonight.”

Eren stopped eating at that, flickering his dark green eyes up at you from his seated position. “You gonna what?”

Your expression didn’t change one bit but that didn’t mean he wasn’t making you nervous. The fast beat of your pulse was proof enough. “You heard me. I’m going to end up sleeping at a friend’s place for the night if we don’t talk about this like two adults having an adult conversation.”

He sat there for a moment, quietly. Even when he reached for his glass and poured a bit of wine into it, he was silent. You stood next to him, tongue pressed at the roof of your mouth, hoping he’d finally tell you what he’s been hiding from you. There had to be something. You couldn’t be delusional enough to come up with something that was so clearly there. You had a reason to be accusatory when he wasn’t acting like himself. Especially when he spent most of his off days on his phone while being with you. Something was up. You knew it. 

“So you think I’m cheating huh…” You heard him mutter before he brought the glass to his lips, sipping softly. He didn’t stop until the glass was completely empty. Then, he poured himself another but this time there was a faint smile on his face. “The stories you can come up with are hilarious. Ever thought about becoming an actor?”

“They’re not stories if they’re true,” you said back and he huffed out a chuckle.

“And how did you come to this conclusion again? Hm?” With his newly filled glass, he stood up, almost pressed up against you. You took a step back but he caught you by the waist, and pulled you right back in front of him. “Are you sure you’ve been getting enough sleep? Or have you been getting too much sleep? Because right now, you aren’t really making all that much sense.”

“Eren,” you tried to pull his arm from around you with a frown on your face, “You are not going to stand here and gaslight me into thinking I’m crazy. A woman’s intuition is 9 times out 10 right so how about you do more listening than talking so you can understand why I think you’re cheating on me.”

“Gaslight…” He stared at you, eyes glossed over with amusement and a bit of…lust? “That’s new. Where did you learn that one? Would never gaslight you, baby. You just need rest is all. How about…” he leaned down and ghosted his lips against yours, brushing them gently with a lazy smirk on his face. “I fuck you nice and good so you can stop worrying about small things and focus on us, huh?”

Something definitely wasn’t right and maybe it was the exhaustion being egged on by the chase of alcohol he was shoving down his throat or maybe he really was hiding something from you. Thinking that sex was going to solve it all. He couldn’t have been more wrong. 

You leaned back from him and held eye contact, feeling your skin prickle with heat. “Eren. Let me go. We’re not doing anything until we talk this out. I’m serious.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he moved to your neck and gave it a long swipe with the pad of his warm tongue, “M’serious too.”

When he began to mouth at your skin, you gave him a hard shove and he thankfully caught his footing before he backed into the table behind him. He leaned against the table with a hand on its surface to keep up most of his weight as he looked at you, a smirk still present. 

“What the fuck is your problem, Eren?” You panted, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. “I’m trying to talk to you. We’re talking, aren’t we? It’s either a yes or a no. Simple as that.”

He watched you fix your shirt back to where it previously was and hadn’t even realized that he had tried to unbutton a few buttons of your shirt. Whoops. 

“You know, if I tell you…you’ll just wanna leave even more…”

Your heart almost stopped. Was your worst nightmare actually coming true? Was he admitting it?

Was Eren actually cheating on you?

No.

No, he wasn’t. 

He was right. Maybe it was all in your head. Yes. He was playing a joke on you right now because there was no way he was insinuating that he was fucking someone else other than you. That wasn’t him. That wasn’t the Eren that you’d grown to know and love. He loved you and only you. 

And you refused to believe otherwise. 

With shaky legs and a foggy confused mind, you walked back towards him and took his face in your hands. “It’s okay. I know you’d never cheat on me. It’s okay. I believe you.” 

When you threw your arms around his neck, he didn’t make a move to reciprocate. He stood there, letting you hug him. He didn’t even move when you pressed several kisses along his neck up to his face. He let you shower him in little kisses and whispers that you wouldn’t ever suspect him of doing something like that ever again. 

Even through your sudden display of affection towards him, there was still that gnawing feeling at the back of your mind that told you to stay on guard. That there were things you were still blind to. If anything, be more alert now because there was no doubt Eren was going to prey on your aloofness. Take advantage of the fact that you were too stupid and in love to question him further about his abnormal behavior around you.

You decided to take its advice and remain sharp no matter how much you were in love with him because that could end up being your fatal mistake.

— two weeks later…

It was around noon when you’d decided to pack a nice lunch for your boyfriend and sit with him for his break at the company. 

You were excited.

Since the talk with him in the dining room a few weeks ago, things had really taken a turn for the better in terms of your relationship. 

He was more attentive, wasn’t on his phone the entire time you talked and even watched several movies with you until you’d fall asleep in his arms. He came home earlier every night and even offered to make dinner sometimes. It was like he’d done a complete 180, and you found yourself beyond relieved to know that the love he’d shown you at the beginning of your relationship was still very much alive. Things felt just as they had back then, and you couldn’t have been happier.

In light of things and your positive attitude for the day, you chose to wear a frilly yellow sundress with white platform shoes to match. The jewelry was kept light as well as your makeup. Your hair was up and out of your face to combat the heat outside. As you grabbed your purse, keys and the beautifully wrapped lunch in the form of small containers that happened to also be yellow, you walked out of the door, locking it behind you. 

Upon leaving the apartment, your elderly neighbor complimented your outfit and it only added to your upbeat mood. She asked if you were seeing someone and when you said your boyfriend, she talked about young love and how she missed having someone like that. She wished you well and hobbled off into her apartment. 

With a smile, you walked to your car and set everything in the passenger seat. After buckling in, you were off to see your wonderful boyfriend at work for the first time in a long time. 

Typically, he didn’t allow you to come simply because his father was apprehensive about you showing up when he felt his son needed to focus the most. However, since it was during his lunch, Eren had told you that it was safe to come whenever during that time so you remembered the exact time, and prepared for it. 

The song that came on the radio next made your fingers dance along the steering wheel, bopping your head a bit to the beat. You turned it up and began singing the words, not caring about the odd looks you received when you had to stop at a red light. You were in such a great mood that no amount of negativity from strangers was going to ruin it. 

When you finally made it to the tall building, you let the valet take your car off somewhere and walked inside with a little pep in your step. 

Hopefully Eren was going to be just as happy to see you as you were for him. 

You were barely through the door when a tall woman with blond hair came up to you, lips spread out into a wide grin. Her dark red lipstick matching the red bodycon dress that she wore and the louboutin heels on her feet. 

“How may I help you today? Are you interested in speaking with one of our representatives about one of the many programs that we offer? Or are you here for the internship?” She eyed your attire in a very judgemental fashion, almost looking as if she was disapproving of your choice of dress. You were forced to remember that no one at the Jaeger Enterprises knew who you were yet. It made sense why she felt that you were either a future customer or on the road to becoming a part of the business.  

With that thought in mind, you had to take a deep breath and pull up a polite smile even when it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“No. I am Eren’s girlfriend, and I’m here to spend lunch with him. If you don’t mind.”

The woman’s face fell just a bit, but it was noticeable enough. She clutched her clipboard tighter against her chest and blinked. “Really? I…I don’t believe we’ve met before. Perhaps I should ring him so that he knows you’re coming up. Yes?”

Her behavior now was strange. She looked uncomfortable and even sounded a tad bit invasive. Like she didn’t believe you and wanted to see if it was true. It made a little sense. You couldn’t imagine what it must be like for a random woman to waltz in, claiming she was the CEO's son’s girlfriend. It sounded a little outlandish when you gave it more thought but you had nothing to hide. Unless Eren decided to play a joke on you and pretend he had no clue who you were — there was nothing to worry about. 

You followed the woman to the large desk just at the middle of the floor and watched her dial a few numbers with her perfectly manicured fingers, listening for the dial tone. When you really gave the women you were able to see a real look, they were all so beautiful. It made you feel a bit out of place. They looked polished and elegant. Looked like the money they brought home every month with a salary of thousands. It started to make you feel self conscious as you stood there, feeling your palms clam up from the nerves of knowing that you did not belong there. At all. 

What was it like with Eren seeing those women day in and day out? Did he also find them as attractive as you did? Was he ever enticed to speak to one in a not so work friendly way? 

Those thoughts threatened to eat away at the joyful mood you’d walked in with until the woman spoke up. 

“It seems today is just full of surprises,” She said, the smile on her face beyond unnatural; forced. What was it about? “Mr. Jaeger did not pick up, unfortunately. So,” She shrugged. “There isn’t much that I can do. Sorry.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Sorry? I…I don’t understand. What do you mean he didn’t pick up? This is his lunch, right? Maybe I came at the wrong time…”

“It’s his lunch, yes, but he could be with a client.” The woman set her clipboard down and tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear, “If you’re wanting to see him, you will have to arrange an appointment.”

“What?” You asked, mouth agape. “An appointment for what? I’m his girlfriend. I don’t need an appointment.”

“Ma’am,” She sighed as if she was used to coming in contact with women like you, daily. “Like I said, not much that I can do from here. For all I know, you could be lying like the rest. I can’t let you up until I can confirm who you are with Mr. Jaeger. Now,” she sat down at a computer behind the desk and started pecking away at the keyboard. “-if you would like to go ahead and schedule an appointment, I can do…” She stared at the screen for a few moments while you were still trying to process the fact that Eren hadn’t even picked up the phone. What was more confusing than that was how hard it was to even see him in the first place. Why did no one there know who you were? You were in a relationship with him. You weren’t some stranger off of the street. You two lived together for god’s sakes. What the hell was going on? “How does next Tuesday sound?” She looked up at you, disregarding the far away look in your eyes. “At 2pm?”

Blinking, you looked back and smiled. “No thanks. I don’t need an appointment to see my boyfriend. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

You clutched the lunch you’d prepared close to your side and briskly walked towards the elevators that were off to the side. The woman called for you but you didn’t stop. There was no way in hell you were going to be kept from seeing your boyfriend whenever you wanted to. As if the fact that no one knew you there was going to make a bit of difference. The only way you were going to prove to them that you were who you said you were was talking to Eren, face to face. With your stupidly forgotten phone at home, you couldn’t even attempt to call his cell to clear your name. This was the only way. 

“Ma’am! You can’t go up there without getting cleared through authorization first! Ma’am!”

Her voice fell on deaf ears as you reached the elevator and was about to tap the button when a strong hand gripped at your elbow, swiveling you around. You were about to protest when your eyes met a tall, burly man that looked to be part of the security detail. His face was emotionless but his body language said enough. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that there was security walking around to keep the peace within the building. It wasn’t like you had time to pay that much attention while realizing the lack of knowledge about your relationship with Eren with the corporate staff.

“Sorry, Ma’am,” The man apologized, not a shred of compassion in his expression or tone of voice. “No authorization, no access. Please vacate the premises or I’ll have to force you out.”

“I don’t need any authorization if you’d just listen to me! I really am his girlfriend!” You tried to reason with them as you were being tugged back to the front entrance. “Try calling him again! I’m not lying, assholes!”

Trying to remain respectful felt useless when you were being forced out of the very building your boyfriend worked at. His father owned the entire enterprise and yet, it was as if you didn’t even exist to anyone there. Of course they saw you as another poor girl trying to see Eren again after spending one night with him thinking there was more to it than what it was. To them, you were merely a one night stand looking to be more and it felt degrading almost. No matter what you tried telling them, it wasn’t going to reach them because you had no proof. 

As you were beginning to lose the strength to fight against being escorted out, you heard a familiar voice boom from behind you that made you quickly turn your head. 

“Dear daughter in law,” Grisha said with a warm smile, hands behind his back. “What a wonderful surprise to see you here.” 

“So sorry about all of that with the security and such,” Grisha said over his shoulder as he approached a different elevator that wasn’t even near the lobby. You figured it was a personal one that only him and important clients were allowed to take. “My son gets a lot of…unwanted visitors so we had to take better precautions because most of those women didn’t have very nice intentions.” He chuckled, letting you enter first before he walked in. “So that’s why that happened but of course, none of that was appropriate in the slightest so I apologize, again, on their behalf. I’ll make sure they formally give their own apologies before you leave.”

“Oh no, no. That won’t be necessary,” you were quick to wave your hands, completely against the idea of making yourself a bigger spectacle than you were already made out to be. “I accept all apologies. Please, it’s fine.”

Your sheepish grin didn’t seem to convince him, “Oh come now,” he tilted his head, smiling comfortingly at you. “Don’t be so shy. You’re my son’s girlfriend. Soon to be fiancé and wife someday, yes?”

How were you supposed to respond to that? The Jaeger family’s always been so kind to you, and your family. Lots of get-togethers and gift-giving around almost every single major holiday. They treated you like their daughter in law already and though it was a bit overwhelming, you never wanted to disrespect them in any sort of way so you went along with just about everything they planned and did. 

Grisha, above all, was the most accommodating. The family definitely seemed to hold high expectations for Eren but acted as if they held none for you. You weren’t blind. You knew what they thought whenever they saw you. When you were going to get married to their precious son. When you were going to give them grandchildren. When you were going to finally become a part of their family, forever. There were clearly still things that you and Eren had to figure out within your relationship. So, marriage was too ridiculous to even talk about right now. Let alone children. 

Moreover, there was just too much you needed to learn about him and vice versa. Marriage was a forever sort of thing to you, so you didn’t want to just jump into sharing a last name with him. You needed more time, and hoped that the Jaeger family could one day understand that.

“You can never know what the future holds,” you replied with a more convincing smile in hopes that it was going to shut the topic down. Knowing Grisha, it was only going to satiate his interest for now. It was bound to come back up later.

“Hm,” He focused his gaze back forward, adjusting his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Indeed.”

“Eren’s still on his lunch break, right?”

Grisha nodded, “Should be. Ah,” He glanced down at the lunch you delicately prepared and brought with you, “Having lunch together, I see?” You shyly looked down with a nod and his eyes softened. “Precious. I remember my wife doing the same for me many, many years ago. As a workaholic, I could never remember to eat when I was supposed to but that lovely woman always remembered and brought the most delicious foods a man could ever want to eat.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he was going down memory lane and momentarily forgot about all of the issues that you’d dealt with Eren. Maybe you two had a future like that. Where both of you worked out all of your differences and just fell into a routine of being around each other, living out your lives. 

You hated to fight, to argue. When things were good, they were so good. However, when they were bad…they were bad. 

Arguments with Eren were always one sided. Hellbent on not letting you win or even speak because nothing you said mattered more than the point he was trying to get across to you. He was right, you were wrong. It wasn’t healthy, of course it wasn’t healthy, but you loved him and he was working on that; for you.

There was a lot about Eren that even his family weren’t aware of. He had manipulative tendencies and never liked being told no. That was a part of him that you couldn’t help him fix after the argument a few weeks ago. He said he was still working on those things too but after a small argument that happened recently…you weren’t so sure.

Eren was the perfect boyfriend but he just had a few things he needed to work out. 

— flashback.

“What the fuck is this?”

12:01 in the morning. 

You were woken up by the bright light of your phone being shoved in your face, being asked the same question twice over as if you didn’t hear him the first time around.

Eren’s face was turned up into an ugly frown, hand clenched around your cell. It looked as if he was prepared to crush it into pieces so you finished rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and squinted through the light to see what he was so upset about.

A conversation with your best friend was up. 

Still trying to locate the problem, you read through what he scrolled over and felt your skin crawl.

— mina 

are you still meeting up with armin tomorrow? 

pls say no bc you know how eren’s gonna take it

i don’t mind when u vent to me but lately it’s just been about the little arguments you two get into and it hurts to hear about

i know it’s late but just text me back when you can 

like first thing ok?

love you

delivered, 12:00am

Mind blank, you sat up and stared at the phone, not knowing what to even say. If you tried to explain to him why you were meeting up with Armin, he wasn’t going to believe you. 

Armin was having problems in his relationship and asked if you were down to meet and just chat about it all. He also wanted to see you since it’s been a while. Completely platonic; as friends. Still, that obviously wasn’t going to matter to Eren. He didn’t like when you were around a guy alone. Without him there, it made him nervous and you were never really given a reason why but you had an idea or two. He was a jealous man. Naturally, it was easy to assume that you meeting with Armin unnerved him because he couldn’t stand you talking with another man that wasn’t him. 

It was also the reason why he preferred you working at home and not at a place where he’d have to worry about men talking to you daily. Even if it was just about work. 

Mina didn’t understand what you saw in Eren. She knew what he was like from what you’d told her in previous conversations, and couldn't stand him one bit. She called him a narcissist one time she ran into him and she tried to tell you that it looked as if he was going to hit her but played it off. You tried to be understanding but it just didn’t sound like something he would even think about doing. You knew Eren. That wasn’t him. 

However, the way he was looking at you right now with flared nostrils and usually bright green eyes now dark as the room itself, it scared you a little. You didn’t have anything to hide but to Eren, that wasn’t always the case. He seemed to fabricate a lot when it wasn’t there, and you’ve never been able to figure out how to combat that. It was his word over your own. What could you do?

“Are you gonna have me ask you again? Because I wouldn’t if I were you,” he said in a low tone, phone still up and shining at your profile. “Tell me why the fuck you’re planning on meeting with Armin today and failed to tell me?”

You released a sigh. It was so early. Why was he insisting on asking about it now? “You know Armin. He’s a good friend of ours–“

“Is that what I asked you?” Eren leaned towards you, eyes searching your face. You sat, rigid. “No. It’s not. Why are you meeting up with him? Alone, at that.”

You stared back at him, feeling agitated now. “He just wants to have coffee and talk. He’s been having a few problems with Lili, and just needs someone to talk to. Plus, I haven’t seen him in forever so sorry I wanna see my friend.”

You laid back down and pulled the blanket back over your head. Eren clicked the phone off and set it back on the side table near the bed. He rubbed his face and groaned. 

“Don’t do that.”

“…do what?” You grumbled from under the sheets.

He looked at you, a soft look on his face. “Get all mad at me. You know I don’t like it when you do that.”

You pulled the covers off of your face and glared at him, “Then stop getting mad at me. It works both ways, don’t you think?“

Eren bit into his lip before leaning down to lay his head on your stomach. He stared up at the ceiling, clearly in thought.

“Sorry.“

You pouted, “For?”

His pretty emerald eyes flickered over to you, lips tugging into a smile. “For getting mad at you. Happy?“

“No,” you fought back a smile of your own and let a hand grip onto a pillow to your right. “You’re not going to try and stop me from meeting with Armin today, right?”

Eren grew quiet and you saw how he chose to look away from you, not wanting to answer the question. Your brows creased. 

“Right?” You asked him again.

He rolled his eyes, still not looking at you.

“Yeah, I can’t really promise tha–Ow!”

You smacked him with the pillow you were holding onto and he laughed, covering his face just in case you decided to do another sneak attack.

“Say it or I’ll do worse.“

“…no.“

“Eren.”

He flinched when he felt you move under him but realized you weren’t planning on hitting him again. His head plopped onto the bed from your stomach and when he pulled his hands away, you were straddling him. His eyes widened in surprise. 

“What are you–“

“I’m going to torture you the best way I know how until you give me what I want,” your hands played with the edge of his sweatpants, teasingly tugging at them like you were going to pull them down.

Eren smirked, putting his hands behind his head. “This should be fun.”

You grinned, palming his growing erection. “Yeah, but not for you.”

Not even two minutes into sucking him off was he telling you that he was perfectly fine with you meeting up with Armin. You made him promise that twice until he was finally able to cum down your throat, panting with his eyes squeezed shut. He was always easy when he really wanted something from you.

“Too easy,” you breathed against his inner thighs causing them to tremble at the feeling of your warm breath. 

Eren looked down at you before he flipped your positions, pushing your legs against your chest. You giggled at him, feeling him anxiously tug at your pajama shorts. 

“Deserve a good spanking for that little comment, huh?”

You fake pouted, holding onto your knees to keep your legs against you, “I think so. Go easy will you?”

He smirked, “Yeah, not fuckin’ happening. When I’m through with you, Armin won’t even think about coming near you.“

You shivered, feeling his tongue at your clothed cunt. “And why’s that?”

“Mmm,” he mouthed at the backs of your thighs, smiling against your skin. “You’re going to have way too many marks to cover up. And I know how much you don’t like wasting your makeup on something as silly as lovebites, right?”

“Eren,” you whined, “Please…ah! Please don’t.”

He swatted your hands away from your knees and pushed your legs apart until he was face to face with what he was looking for.

His teeth shined against the peek of moonlight that peered into the room, “Does it look like you’re in any position to tell me what to do, baby?”

— present.

Needless to say, the argument was diffused but it shouldn’t have started up in the first place. After the meeting with Armin, Eren was all over you that night. Ripped your clothes off and fucked you from the shower to the bedroom. You told him that the meeting with Armin wasn’t much. Just a bit of talking until Lili called and he had to go help her at the flower shop she owned and worked at. Eren didn’t care for the little details. He just wanted to 're-mark his territory'. 

Armin called him on his lunch break that next day and told him that he couldn’t reach you so he wanted to relay a message. 

“Tell her the advice worked! Me and Lili are good again and we’ll be communicating better now because of it.”

“Mm, no problem. Must’ve been some good advice if you were trying to call and tell her that,” Eren responded, signing off his name on some paperwork in front of him. He was clearly trying to gauge for any sneaky intel on Armin’s true intentions with you. If he had any, that is. 

“Yep, it was! She said to just sit down and listen to each other when we talk and we actually got out a lot we’ve been holding in lately. I didn’t know Lili’s been thinking about having kids and was just worried I didn’t want any because of a comment I made with Connie over the phone a week ago. Crazy, right? So basically it was just a misunderstanding and we talked about the best time to have children which is now since we’re both pretty financially stable. You know I’ve always wanted my own children so I can’t wait to…”

Eren tuned the blond out to think a little. So Armin was just a friend to you. That was good. If there was more to it, he wouldn’t have thought twice about getting rid of him. Sounded a bit drastic but anything to eliminate any sort of competition. You were his, after all. Wasn’t he well within his rights to protect what belonged to him? 

“Hey, I’ll call you back later. Kinda busy with work at the moment,” Eren said, signing off on the last bit of work he had for the day.

“Ah, sorry! I forgot you’re at work right now. Yeah, yeah. Let’s talk later.”

“K, see ya.”

If he had to get rid of everyone, he wouldn’t think twice about it.

As complicated as Eren was, he was still your boyfriend and you weren’t willing to give up on him. He wasn’t a project that needed to be fixed nor was he a problem that you needed to solve. He just needed your unconditional love and a lot of patience. As long as you continued to give him those things, you figured there was nothing that could go wrong. After all, he was still relatively new to a relationship so you didn’t mind the time it was going to take to remove the walls he still had up. 

“Ah,” Grisha smiled at you, “This is my floor.” He stepped out of the elevator but had a hand on the doors so they didn’t close until he was finished, “Go up to the 10th floor and Eren’s office is the last door on the left. If you find yourself getting lost, as this is a pretty big building, don’t hesitate to call my cell.” He patted his suit jacket, indicating that he had his phone handy.

You smiled, a bit embarrassed. “I…I actually left mine at home. So, I can’t really call you.”

“That’s quite alright,” he chuckled, unconsciously easing your nerves. “Just have Eren’s secretary phone me then. That’s if she gives you trouble if you ask where his office is. All good?“

You nodded, earrings chiming together. “Yes, thank you sir.”

Grisha shook his head, “Please. Call me dad.” You bit into your lip as he walked away, waving a hand over his shoulder. “Won't be long now.”

No need to respond. It seemed that he was having a good day. No need to go and ruin it with the truth.

When the doors to the elevator closed shut, you hit the tenth floor button and felt the metal box move further up. It was quiet now and you were finally able to think about everything. 

You weren’t sure if Eren was going to give you much of his time since you figured he’d still do some work while eating. You smiled to yourself. He was like that. Always so hardworking. Since he started to come home early, you often found him lying in bed against the headboard on his phone. It didn’t make you suspicious like before since he was always open to you laying by his side, watching him go through emails and such. It was boring but it typically put you to sleep. Especially when he hummed while doing it. 

It didn’t feel or even seem like he was hiding anything from you so it wasn’t hard to trust him more. He kept his phone unlocked and out of curiosity, you went through his messages and found nothing. Next was his instagram direct messages and even snapchat. Nothing. Well, there was this questionable snap sent from Jean but nothing you couldn’t see him sending Eren out of the blue. All in all, the phone was clean and you never snooped since. Of course, that was done while Eren was sleeping one night but when you told him the next morning, he didn’t get upset. He simply kissed your forehead and asked if you found anything. 

You realized he was hinting towards the snap Jean sent since he also knew how random his friend could be. After laughing it off, there was nothing more to talk about in regards to you going through his phone.

So it was official. Eren loved you and only wanted to show you that you could trust him. 

That was good enough for you.

When the elevator dinged and the doors parted open, you walked out and was instantly met with the secretary’s desk.

Chestnut brown eyes lightly lined with black liner and a hint of mascara caught you as soon as you stepped out of the elevator. Her lipstick covered lips spread into a smile as she ditched the notebook that she was previously writing into. 

“Well, hi there!” Her silvery voice rang, manicured nails fiddling with the pen in her hands. “And you must be…?”

When you told her your name, her eyes lit up. 

“Ah! You must be Mr. Jaeger’s girlfriend, right?” Startled by her knowledge, you nodded and she giggled. “Don’t worry. I know it’s classified information but he talks about you quite a bit around here.”

You felt your ears burn. That was definitely something you were intending to bring up to him when you saw him.

“That…sounds like him. Um, it’s still his break so I was wanting to spend it with hi–“

“No need to explain!” She interjected, jumping up from her seat. That was when you noticed how red her hair was. How pretty. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want here. Do you know where his office is or should I take you?”

You nodded, “I was told by his dad where it’s at. Thank you though.”

“You’re very welcome! By the way,” she stuck her hand out for you to take, her pearly whites beaming under the lighting of the room. “Anna. Just in case we meet again.“

You smiled back warmly, curling your hand around hers. “It’s nice meeting you, Anna and I’m sure we will be.”

When you walked away, she was still staring after you, face just as bright as it was when you first walked in. She seemed friendly enough which made you less nervous to walk through the floor in search of your boyfriend. Your experience with walking through the lobby earlier wasn’t one you wanted to particularly remember as an overall experience of visiting the Jaeger Enterprises so that was nice.

The hall that you were walking directly down seemed oddly quiet but you played with the idea that maybe everyone else was on break too. You didn’t know how a business worked but maybe when Eren had his lunch, so did the employees. Or maybe you just thought too much into it. The workers were probably busy. Perhaps their little offices were even sound proof.

Or maybe the floor was normally this quiet. 

Finally, you came to the last door of the hallway which was indeed on the left like Grisha had said. 

With a breath and a smile, you turned the knob instead of knocking. To be fair, why knock when he knew that you were coming? Sure, you took a minute but he still had an entire hour left to his break so what did it matter? 

Anxiously, you pushed open the door and felt your blood immediately run cold at the sight before you. 

“Ah! Eren! Fuck, right there!”

“Since when did you get this fuckin’ tight, huh? Been letting someone else fuck you, I bet.”

“Yeah and he was ten times better than you.”

“…you’re gonna regret that.”

Eren had the woman laid across his desk, skirt long forgotten across the room. Her panties dangled around one of her ankles while the other one was perched against his shoulder. She had her arms loosely wrapped around his neck, his hands holding her waist as he fucked into her. The desk rocked underneath them, creating a constant thumping noise over and over again. It was a miracle someone hadn’t heard them before you walked in.

Guess the rooms were soundproof after all.

His hair was struggling to stay in the tie he still had, strands of it sticking to his forehead from the amount of sweat he was producing. 

Everything was hurting. You were in so much shock and pain that you couldn’t even move. 

Was this really happening? No matter how many times you tried blinking, the image was still the same.

How long?

How long had this been going on without you knowing?

Then again, you’d known all along didn’t you? 

Eren lied and your intuition had been right. 

He was cheating on you. 

He was fucking another woman that wasn’t you.

You felt like you were going to throw up. 

The second you’d shuffled back from the doorway, your heel had caught onto the sill of the door. Catching your footing by holding onto the wood of the doorway, Eren’s eyes were immediately on you.

Great.

“Shit,” he muttered.

The moment you saw him stumble off of the woman and get his pants back up, you were running back down the hallway, ignoring him calling your name. Your eyes were quick to fill up with angry tears, barely able to see where you were going. You ran into a few people that worked there but didn’t stay to answer any of their worrisome questions about what was going on or if you were okay.

You fled back to the elevator but couldn’t escape Anna.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” She asked in a hurry as she rounded her desk, trying to get to you.

You’d smashed the down button several times, trying to quiet your sobs but it was no use. You couldn’t pretend that you weren’t in shambles. Your makeup was ruined and you didn’t look nearly the same as when you came through last. Immediately, she knew something was wrong.

“Hey,” Anna touched your shoulder and it was hard for you not to break down then and there. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You didn’t answer her and she sighed, chewing on her bottom lip. “Hey you know what? I know a good ice cream place near here. Wanna get some with me? We can take it to go if you don’t want to sit inside. I just…”

You glanced at her and after some thinking, you agreed. None of your other friends were available right now since it was still early in the day. They were definitely at work. You didn’t want to bother them and Anna seemed like a nice person. Why not? Plus, anything to get away from Eren right now.

Anna smiled at your nod, “Great. Let me just go and get my purse–“

You grabbed her wrist, eyes wide as they darted towards the hall. You could hear rapid footsteps coming and knew that Eren was still hot on your trail. 

“I’ll pay. Please, can we just go?”

Right on time, the elevator dinged and opened.

Anna blinked and saw the frantic look on your face and nodded.

“Sure, yeah. Of course.”

You tugged her inside and hit the lobby button, watching the doors slowly close but not before you caught Eren’s face in the slit. He looked devastated but not more than you. He called for you once more until his voice was cut off by the seal. The elevator moved down until it hit the floor, and Anna led you out and into the lobby. 

The same woman from before at the front desk tried to inquire where Anna was going but the red headed woman waved her off telling her that she was going on her break. 

Thankfully, that was enough to kill her curiosity and you two finally walked out of the building. Immediately, you were able to breathe and wanted nothing more than to be as far away from the building as humanly possible. 

“It’s just this way,” Anna said, holding your hand and tugging you down the street. 

————

“So the rumors are true.”

You were seated across from her, a cup of strawberry ice cream in front of you that was barely touched. Anna chose chocolate, and was halfway done with hers. The shop itself wasn’t very busy, and you were glad. It wasn’t like you wanted to be surrounded by a bunch of people at the moment anyways. 

Anna had an uneasy look on her face that made you weary.

“Rumors?” You asked, forgetting about your ice cream altogether.

She sighed, looking down. “Yeah. I thought they were just rumors. That there was no way Mr. Jaeger was having sex with the other secretaries on our floor. I mean,” she grimaced, “He’s dating you. Why would he do that?”

You laughed dryly, “Guess we both want to know the same thing.”

This…changed things. You never thought you’d have to sit down and think about what the relationship was going to look like if Eren ever actually cheated on you but now… Now you have to. 

You couldn’t stay with him. Not after that. If he was able to cheat on you once then he was definitely capable and likely to do it again. The saying was overrated but it was true. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Especially if you let him get away with it by staying in the relationship. 

All you wanted to do was cry for an entire month or two. Just wallow in the pain and hurt until you became numb to it all. Never leave the apartment, forget to eat for a couple of days and stay in bed until you can't tell the time of day anymore. 

Another part of you wanted to confront him. Scream, cry, yell and hit him until you got tired enough to stop. You trusted him, and he lied to you. For how long, you wondered. How long was this going on without you knowing? How stupid you’d been. To think that things had gone back to the way they were — it was your fault for believing it. The signs were probably there, in your face, and you’d ignored every single one of them. Now you sat in an ice cream shop, heartbroken. 

You felt like you were going to be sick. 

“Hey,” Anna called for you in a soft tone, gaining your attention. “It’s going to be alright, you know? I’m not sure how long you two have been together but this? The pain? It never lasts for very long as long as you’re willing to work at it. Now you just have to figure out if you want to stay and work things out or move on.”

In a way, Anna was like an angel. Maybe your guardian angel, if you believed in that sort of thing. She’d quickly become your confidant. Someone you were able to rely on. She seemed trusting enough, and there weren’t alarm bells going off so you decided to take her advice. As for what you were going to do…that was tricky. You had time to think more about it. Right now, though, you just wanted to take time away from him. To do that, you needed to go back to the apartment and get most of your things. Definitely before he got off of work because there was no doubt he was in the process of taking his early leave for the day to catch you before you left. 

You did not want to see him. 

After spending a bit of time with Anna, she took you to the apartment and said that she was going to wait for you downstairs before taking you back to his job for your car. You were thankful because you didn't want to do any of this on your own but you also found it unnecessary to have her come up. Especially if you actually ran into Eren trying to pack things up. 

An argument she didn’t need to be in on, that was for sure.

As you shoved various things in two different duffel bags, you began to get lost in your thoughts. 

So lost that you hadn’t heard the door open and close.

Once both bags were full of stuff you’d need for about two weeks or more, you turned around to check for anything you might’ve missed or didn’t think of and saw Eren leaned up against the frame of the bedroom door, dark thick brows pressed downwards into a frown. Usually, he would’ve looked cute like that but right now, under the current circumstances, he looked…

“Eren.”

“Are you leaving?”

Startled by the obvious, you blinked. 

“I…yeah. I am.”

Then, his frown disappeared like it hadn’t been there in the first place. 

“Okay. For how long?“

Trying to distract yourself from how strange the conversation was beginning to get and the thick tension that hovered in the air, you slung both of the duffel bag straps over your shoulders. Afterwards, you released a sigh, looking at him.

“I don’t know, Eren, but I’ll let you know if and when I come back, k?”

His eyes narrowed slightly and quickly. Too fast for you to prove that it even happened. “If?”

“Yeah. If. Now if you’ll excuse me,” You started walking towards him, muscles tensing under your skin to prepare for him to stop you but as he stood there, arms still crossed, and let you squeeze by him, you were even more confused. But, you gave it little thought. It didn’t matter. None of it did. You just needed to get away. Put some space between you and him. Maybe the distance was going to do him some good. He needed to miss you or maybe figure out whether he wanted you or not. From today's events, you didn’t feel very wanted. So whatever happened, it was about you and how you felt in the end. Hopefully he was going to understand. Then again, if he didn’t…did it matter either way?

When you made it to the front door, you pulled it open and felt it shut close. You whipped around, Eren’s arm hovering at the side of your head, hand still plastered against the door. His expression was unreadable so you couldn’t figure out what was going through his head. 

“Did I tell you that I’m sorry? Because I am.”

Unnerved, you shoved his arm away, “I’m sorry but that means shit to me right now.”

The corner of his lips pulled downward, almost in a half pout, half frown. His green eyes were a little darker than they usually were but maybe it was the bad lighting.

“Hm. So you don’t care? That I’m sorry?”

Frowning now, and highly frustrated, you huffed, “I don’t. Not right now. I just need space, Eren. Spa-ce. Know what that means?” His eyebrows twitched. “Means, I need to get the hell away from you before I make a decision I’ll probably regret later on. Now move,” you turned around and opened the door again. When you scooted back, you bumped into his chest, intentionally using it as a way to tell him to move back. He did, and shoved his hands in the pockets of his work pants, staring at you with a look of boredom now. 

You walked back out into the cool late afternoon air, feeling able to breathe again. The apartment had felt so stifling. 

Eren stayed in the doorway and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, eyes boring into the back of your head. When you turned and locked eyes with him, you caught a bit of amusement in them.

It chipped at your nerves for some reason. Like he was proud of what he did. When you’d caught him in the act, he looked heartbroken. The Eren that was looking at you now wasn’t the same person. Couldn’t be. This Eren looked like he’d executed his plan just as he wanted and the outcome was how he predicted it’d go. Like he wasn’t going to miss you while you were away. 

It pissed you off.

“What if I don’t come back?”

He shrugged. “You will.”

“You don’t know that.”

He smirked. “Mmm, but I do. Most of your stuff is still here, are they not?” His hypnotizing eyes flickered to one of the bags on your shoulder, “Couldn’t have possibly packed it all away in those bags of yours.”

Your nostrils flared. He was right but still. 

“Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Nothing. I don’t wanna hear from you. I don’t even want to see you until I’m good and ready. Got it?”

He didn’t respond. He just lifted a hand to his forehead and gave you a mocking salute, smirk still on his lips. 

It only upset you further so for the betterment of your sanity, you stomped down the hall, towards the stairs. The more distance you put between him and yourself, the better. 

Once you put your bags in the back seat of Anna’s car, you slipped into the passenger seat and closed the door, being mindful to not slam it even though you were definitely angry enough to do it.

You were silent as you clicked on your seatbelt, mentally punching Eren’s sickeningly pretty face in as she watched you. 

Anna blinked, looked out her window towards the entrance you walked out of, and winced. Yeah this was going to be a nasty breakup, she could feel it. Good thing she’d placed herself right in the middle of it all. 

Not like her job wasn’t hanging in the balance or anything, no.

Course not.

With a small sigh, she pressed the ‘push to start’ button and felt the car purr to life.

“Woe is me.”

↳ end note from syn ; ༄ if this seemed fast, ignore it bc the next chapter is going to be prepared better, i promise;( anyways, part two’s coming soon! tysm for reading! ୧

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‍ ‍ 𖠵𖤥 𑁤 meanie.

𖠵𖤥 your ex husband, garou, tries to win you back, but you’re not playing his game. or are you?

𖠵 pairing › garou x black fem!reader.

𖠵 viewer discretion › ex husband!garou, headcannon format, lowercase intended, standing doggy, quiet sex, mention of kids, garou is the best dad, unprotected sex, pet names like mamas, baby, pretty, & princess, breeding?, garou tries his best to rekindle a broken relationship, small daddy kink.

exhusband!garou who claims that it’s mandatory for the two of you to have a family night with the kids to maintain the bond of a family. deep down you know it’s so he can lure his way back into your life. he’ll swing by on a friday night knowing the kids have their weekends off for school. greeting you with a loving hug, a bit too loving, his hands always finding themselves low on your backside as he kisses your cheek. you peel his hands off and roll your eyes after he says ‘missed you, mamas’ knowing full well what that nickname does to you. you swallow back your emotions, putting on a fake smile for the children who run into their father’s arms, garou lifting both the three and four year old up in his strong arms, spinning around pretending to be an airplane. their giggles making your heart warm.

exhusband!garou who comes up with the idea to cook as a family for dinner tonight, grabbing your ipad to look up some easy recipes the kids could participate in. pizza deciding to be the option considering it was simple and they could help out. the kids talk to their father about how daycare was going, new toys and games that they saw on commercial begging to have for either their birthdays or christmas. always stating ‘ask your mom’ while staring you hard in your face. you roll your eyes, countering ‘dad has the money, so.’ throughout the night you try your best to stay away from him, although he made it nearly impossible considering he’d brush by you, grabbing your waist and purposely making you feel his bulge, a deep ‘ ‘cuse me, mamas’ uttered with a sinister grin.

exhusband!garou who carry’s the kids to the upstairs bathrooms to clean off the flour they covered their faces and shirts in from kneading dough while the pizza cooked in the oven. as your daughter sits on the sink while garou wipes her face off with a warm soapy rag, you’re leaning against the frame of the open door, an endearing smile on your face. you missed seeing this, you had to admit. he’s such a good father, and nothing could take that from him. being separated is the hardest thing that happened for your children. you both try your best to maintain the family bond even through separate households, but it’s not easy. then, your daughter says something that made you freeze.

“when are you and mommy getting married again?”

garou’s eyes go wide, and you can see his reaction through the mirror’s reflection, swallowing hard. you cough. “we talked about this sweetie—“

seeing the frown on your daughters face made garou’s heart stop. he hears you sigh, muttering something about checking on the pizza and leaving the bathroom without another word. garou pinches the little girls cheek and tells her ‘don’t tell mommy, but i already bought her a ring.’ and it makes her whole face light up, including his sons. when the food is ready, the four of you enjoy it in the backyard where a fireplace resides and a projector plays the disney movie soul. it’s so awkward not having any conversation with each other. you’re both so deep in your thoughts to interact. it’s painful, if being honest. the person who you called your best friend, your lover, your husband or wife . . . is now a stranger.

it’s way past the kids bedtime. garou getting them ready for bed, slipping on their pajamas and kissing them goodnight as they drift off to sleep, being sure to keep their nightlight on. you’ve finished cleaning the kitchen and now you’re leaning against the staircase with your arms crossed and your head empty. garou stands beside you, thinking of what to say. he wanted to try and rekindle what the two of you had, but it’s clear you weren’t interested in having him back.

“goodnight, princess,” garou kisses your forehead before embracing you in a tight hug, as if this will be the last time he’ll see you. he just wanted to tell you he loved you through the warm embrace. as the skyscraper man begins to walk away, you find yourself grabbing his hand to stop him, a tiny ‘wait’ making his entire body heat up.

exhusband!garou who turns around and sees that look in your eye, a look he knows all too well. your lips between your teeth and the way you rub his knuckles a signal enough. you pull him closer, placing that hand you held to your neck. garou hisses as he bends down to your level, gripping your neck and pressing a kiss to your soft lips.

“c’mon, give daddy what he wants,” garou has his hands under your sundress now, kneading at the flesh of your ass and drawing you close with a hard spank. you whimper, body on fire, missing his touch so much you daydreamed about it every day. “hurry the fuck up.”

hooking your fingers onto your panties, you pull them down your thighs until they pool around your bare feet, stepping your cute periwinkle colored toes out of the lace. you pout. “you’re so mean.”

garou raises his brow at that, you’ve kept him waiting long enough. a big hand slipping between your thighs to press his slender fingers to your sluice clit, gasping and gripping his tshirt as he circles it. “yeah, but you’re wet.”

exhusband!garou who has the two of you by a closet around from the staircase with you bent over and his jeans at his ankles as he fucks you stupid, holding you tight in his arms, bear hugging you. he’s bullying your sloppy pussy open, your moans music to his ears, heavy, thick cock throbbing inside of you, so feral for you. it’s been way too long since he’s fucked you. “do you miss it, baby? think about me beating your pussy raw from time to time?”

“yesss,” you slur, eyes rolled back into your skull and losing all focus beside the way his dick slides in and out of you. garou lays his head on your back, grunting and yanking you back faster on his cock, thighs slapping against yours.

“i fuckin’ missed you too, baby. and your good fuckin’ pussy.”

it’s lewd the way you’re leaking down your thighs, garou thrumming his fingers over your clit to catch your climax, feeling so full, the lump in your tummy being proof.

“tell me you love me, or you can’t cum.”

you make a sound of annoyance, a long groan while pushing your ass back, making garou stumble a bit. he lifts his head, staring down at you, pushing your hair aside to see that tiny ‘g’ tatted on the back of your right earlobe. he knows how submissive you get when he nibbles there, so he does, a loud squeal coming from you before you’re slapping your hand over your mouth, paranoid that you’ll wake the kids. your pussy is squeezing him tight, garou keeping his strokes slow and deep, curved cock hitting all the right spots. you’re seeing stars now. his breath on your ear, his hands grazing your inner thighs and his dick altogether drives you insane. “i love you.”

he hears you, but he’s not satisfied. garou grins. “huh? i couldn’t hear you, wife. speak up for daddy.”

you grit your teeth, turning your head to look him in the eyes. yours drifted low, face all fucked out and it kills him. “i love you, stupid. now fuck me, please garou.”

“fuck, i love you too,” garou slides out, turning you and picking you up high, always scared when he does this because he’s super fucking tall. but you know he’ll never drop you. he has his forearms locked under your knees, pussy hovering right above his twitching dick he slams you down onto after your hands find themselves tangled in his hair.

“ooo, shit. ‘rou,” your cries fuel him even more, dragging you on his cock until the two of you cum together, faces screwed up in each others, gasping and moaning and you don’t bother scolding him about cumming inside of you because it felt so fucking good you go dizzy from it. you’re both messy in each others cum and sweat, garou kissing you more before slowly lifting you off his softening dick, carrying you to the downstairs bathroom for a shower.

lets just say the kids were ecstatic to see their dad laying in bed with mom again, jumping onto the bed early in the morning with giggles, garou promising to make pancakes and have a day at the park.

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link. had this position in my mind and needed to write it bc MMMM.