JUST TAKE IT, TAKE IT . . .

JUST TAKE IT, TAKE IT . . .

includes. nsfw, eren yeager.

warnings. mdni — fem! reader, riding, dacryphilia, slight sadism, spanking, daddy kink, dumbification, pet names, hair pulling, punishment, brat taming, degradation.

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The sudden movement of his hips as he bucks up into you has you curling your body into his chest and whimpering. He’s hitting you so fucking deep, cock buried up to the hilt in your tight little cunt that it has tears welling up in your eyes.

Eren’s never been this mean before and for a moment you think he’ll give you a break as you panted heavily against him, but no, tonight you didn’t get that privilege. Not when you’ve been such a fucking brat.

He delivers a harsh slap to your ass without warning, chuckling at the way your cunt clenches down on him while a whispered gasp of his name escapes your plump lips.

“Such a slutty girl f’me,” He rasps out. “Even when you’re being punished, you still can’t help but enjoy it, hm?”

His fingers make their way up the nape of your neck before tightly gripping your hair and tugging on it— the slight sting has you desperately trying to hold back a whine, and you plant yourself back up on shaky arms to meet his lust-filled gaze.

“Atta girl, there you go. Now, fuck yourself on my dick, c’mon. You wanna make daddy proud, don’t cha?” The usual soft expression on his handsome face is nowhere to be found, all you can see is desperation. He needs you to know you’re his, he needs you to beg for him to stuff you full and be so drunk on his cock you can’t think of anything but him.

You’re knocked out of your daze with another sharp thrust and this time he’s gripping your jaw, fingers digging into the plush of your cheeks. “Focus, princess, m’not gonna cum if you keep slacking off.”

His words have you shaking your head, thighs quivering from exhaustion. “Mm-mm, can’t— s’.. s’too much!”

“It’s too much?” He echoes, “Aw, that’s cute but I don’t remember asking for excuses, princess.”

He lets go of your face and sneers, “Now shut up and fucking take it, we’re not stopping till that little head of yours understands that I’m in charge.”

aot men + somnophilia; 

definition; the urge or desire to have a sexual encounter with someone who’s asleep.

featuring; eren, armin, jean, erwin, levi, zeke, reiner

warnings; noncon/dubcon (all of these are written in the idea of being in a consensual relationship. some are darker than others, some are ideas the couple has had. look after yourselves when consuming content <3)

18+, minors dni. reblogs appreciated! 

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Helping Hand | JJK

Sometimes all you need is a helping hand.

♡ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (also a teeny bit of Jimin x Reader)

♡ Genre: Roommate AU, Best Friend AU, Best Friends to lovers, Smut, Fluff, Angst???? 

♡ Rated: D for Down Bad 

♡ Warnings: Lotte concert 2019 Jungkook, PTD concert black swan Jimin (yes these are warnings), Y/N needs some dick, jk is also pretty down bad, mentions of past substance abuse, mentions of depression, mentions of character death, very brief and vague mentions of su*cidal thoughts, this fic is heavy and horny please beware, jk a lil bit of a dummy, masturbation, semi public sex(ish), grinding, car sex, cumming in pants, fingering, oral (m + f receiving), overstimulation, protected sex (follow they lead kiddies), gets cute towards the end I promise~ 

♡ Word Count: 23.4k

♡ Summary: A double blind date was your suggestion. Everything about it should make him happy, but this sinking feeling just won’t go away. All he wanted was to get it over with. 

♡ Now Playing…: X by Tinashe, Backseat by Khalid, and Good Days by Sza 

♡ Author’s Note: A story from the vault of the 2020 works I started but never published! This was meant to be posted on Valentine's Day, but life got in the way so I’m just posting it now instead of keeping it for another year. Let’s just pretend 🤡 Happy Valentine’s Day to all the couples out there, and for all my singles, we’ll get ‘em next year 😩✊🏽 Also a big thank you to @kth1 for the graphics and @jessikahathaway for reading over this for me! 

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D

Fuck everything.

It was dismal that these were the first words that came to mind as you stepped out of your last class for today. 

It was dismal that these were the first words that came to mind as you stepped out of your last class for today. 

It was dismal that these were the first words that came to mind as you stepped out of your last class for today. 

To put it frankly, this day has not treated you kindly. 

These feelings of deep anguish were all caused by the simple fact that it was Valentine's Day. Couples everywhere were trapped in a lovestruck trance by the holiday, wanting to do anything and everything to celebrate. You had nothing against it but you were not in the right mental state to handle all of the affection. It made going anywhere unbearable, promotions for the perfect date spots all over campus, posts all over social media about your friends going out with their partners, every corner you turned you couldn’t escape it. 

After your classes, you were tired of it all. It just made the journey back to your little apartment even more exhausting. Lovey-dovey couples holding hands, kissing, being together everywhere you looked had made you so riled up to the point where you were even considering calling your ex, Incheol, to help fill that void. 

Why were you so hot and bothered? Sure all the PDA can get to any single person, especially on Valentine’s Day, but what got you to the point of even considering going so low as to call your ex again just to get some dick? 

It’s just been a long year.

It’s not that you wanted to go this long without sex, but it just ended up that way. After your break up with Incheol you really just weren’t in the mood to look for anyone else. 

When you first started college, you couldn’t really be tied down. You partied and whoever held your attention long enough was yours for the night. Unintentionally, you started a bit of a crusade with different guys around campus because of this. You didn’t want to, but you were just too busy for anything more than a one night stand. It was that way until you met Incheol. He was your first serious boyfriend and it was a nice, satisfactory relationship. You made some really great memories together, even the break up was clean. 

It sounds amazing on paper, but it made it hard to jump back in and start seeing other people. By the time you were even considering going out on dates again, preparing for law school began to take up all your time. 

In turn that left you with no dick for a year.

You swear if you see one more couple stuffing their tongues down each other’s throats, you might actually go insane. Lucky for you, your apartment wasn’t too far from campus, an 8 minute bus ride was all it typically took to get back home. It wasn’t too long before you were busting down the door ready to break something.

“Jungkook!!” You called, a strong sense of agitation in your voice as you kicked off your shoes, knowing you needed your best friend for support. 

You two had been friends since high school. It was when you both got accepted to colleges in the same city, after talking it out a little, you decided it would just be easier to share an apartment when you moved to Seoul. Now it’s been a little over 4 years since you’ve moved in together and became the best friend and roommate dynamic duo. 

You were first greeted with the sight of his shirtless back, the tattoos all along his right arm on full display, his fluffy hair was sticking up in all different directions, telling you he was likely just getting up. 

Jungkook was hunched over the counter eating his cereal, nothing strange, but you were in no condition to see him like that. 

“Jungkook?” You questioned seeing the peculiar state he was in. You hadn’t even seen his face yet and you could already tell he was exhausted. 

“Oh Y/n you’re back…” He sounded so drained. 

“Yeah classes are over for me, you didn’t go today?” You wondered, though the answer was pretty obvious. 

He shook his head and laughed tiredly. “Not after the night I had.” Hearing that all you could do was roll your eyes. You knew exactly what happened last night. 

“And whose fault was that Jungkook, you were the one who had to play and I quote ‘just one more round of cyber hunter,’ which judging by how you look now, wasn’t just one more round.” You recounted. 

See the two of you, though you were best friends, have some things about you that are just polar opposites. Jungkook was creative, you used logic. He liked the cold while you liked it warm. He was neat, you were oftentimes a mess despite your love for cleaning. He liked to procrastinate everything to the last minute, and you always made sure you were never behind schedule. Polar opposites in some cases, but over the years you’ve learned that it can be beneficial at times.

“Do you have to lecture me? I'm still like half asleep, it’s too early for this shit.” He sighed, eating another spoonful of cereal. You were not really in the mood to fight him, you needed someone to rant to anyways. 

You kept your mouth shut as you took a seat at one of your bar stools. “So did you finish?” You finally questioned. 

He nodded slowly. 

“2 minutes before the deadline, I've never felt so stressed in my life.” He chuckled lightly. You almost fell off your barstool. 

When you had asked Jungkook about his project when he was playing cypher hunter instead of working, he would always brush you off and say “It’s not due till before class starts, I have plenty of time~” The fact that he finished 2 minutes before means that he was working until 7:58 this morning. 

“Jungkook what did I tell you–“

“I know, you’re right, but I had things under control until I fell asleep color grading… it set me back like an hour and–” he rubbed his eyes “–and then you–” Jungkook’s eyes widened realizing what he was about to say and stopped himself real quick. 

He must be out of his mind or more exhausted than he thought, thinking about telling you about last night. “I– I uh got distracted…” he simply put, not wanting you to know how complicated his feelings were right now. 

Seeing you in front of him now already had his mind remembering the events of last night.

Jungkook put his spoon back in his bowl with a loud clunk. He only got a mere 4 hours of sleep after pulling an all-nighter, he was beyond tired. You could tell.

“And this Jungkook is why you should stick to the schedule I make.” You pointed to the board on the wall beside you. 

In efforts of organizing your assignments and remembering the countless deadlines you had, you started writing everything down on this whiteboard. You found it extremely helpful and when Jungkook, after seeing you use it when he was hanging out in your room, pondered the idea of doing it for his own work. Well, you took the initiative of buying a bigger whiteboard and sticking it up in the kitchen so you both could use it. 

Jungkook fell into the habit of writing everything down a lot quicker than you thought he would. He said it was helping him out but complained about still coming too close to deadlines that you decided to help him out by giving him advised deadlines in order to combat procrastination. It worked a lot better at first but despite your efforts you still found him in his room rushing to get things done last minute more often than not. 

“I know you’re right, I’m sorry,” he sighed.

Your brows furrowed. “You don’t need to apologize,” you tried to laugh. You were expecting a snarky remark, not an apology. 

“I’m still so out of it I’m sorry, I can’t think straight at all. Anyway, did you need something? You sounded pretty angry when you walked in,” he chuckled weakly. 

You were still a bit worried. “We can talk later if you’re not up for it…” 

Jungkook shook his head. “What’s up?” You eyed him suspiciously but you decided to continue. 

You took a deep breath. 

“I’msofuckinghornyI’msorryIknowthat’stoomuchinformationbutit’sbeensohardgettingthroughthedayandIthinkI’mthisclosetolosingmymind.” You sobbed. 

Jungkook nearly choked on his cereal. 

“You’re— You’re what?!” He coughed, somehow understanding your convoluted sentence. 

“It’s been hell, Jungkook. It’s Valentine’s Day and all the couples on campus have been all over each other and—” you laid your head on the counter. “I’m so lonely.” You whined.

Oh, did he know.  

Jungkook’s been trying his best to tell himself that last night was just a delusion, so tired and out of it that he imagined everything that happened in the wee hours of the morning.

His eyes had been heavy, the lights in his room all off besides his computer screen sitting righting in front of him, sharply illuminating his features. He was barely awake at that point, his eyes glassy, and probably had a concerning red tint to them, but he was determined to work hard to make sure every scene was colored the way he wanted it to be. 

It had been faint at first. His noise canceling headphones drowned out most of the sound, but he swore he could hear the faint buzzing sound coming from the wall in front of his desk. It wasn’t until the moans started that he finally took them off and understood what was happening. 

His face had flushed realizing what he was hearing. You were… 

Oh. 

He told himself it was just out of pure human curiosity that his ears tuned into the sounds next door. Even without the headphones it was faint, but it was just enough that he could hear the little groans, moans, even the way you whined, fuck. It was enough that something scary started to stir inside of him so he quickly put back on his headphones to drown it out. 

Jungkook tried to get back to work, pretending that everything was normal, but even with his headphones on he could hear you. His fingers typed away on his keyboard, his leg bounced restlessly, because the more time passed the tighter his pants seemed to get.

He tried not to think about it but with your moans growing louder, the longer he couldn’t pretend. 

You sounded so pretty. 

It was awful, you were his fucking best friend. He could have easily turned on some music, or actually listened to the contents of the project he was working on, but he never did. The more he listened the harder it was to ignore the quickly developing problem in his pants. He was so fucking hard and you sounded so sexy. 

At some point, lust took control, completely forgoing the morality of the situation, he found himself throwing off his headphones, forgetting about his project, and slipping his hands in his pants. Any sense of self control out the window. 

At first he tried to reason with himself and say he was just trying to ease the ache but as soon as his hand wrapped around the shaft, he was a goner. 

With a hand over his mouth, Jungkook pumped himself hard and fast, your pretty moans on the other side of the wall made it way too hard to try and control himself.

So many thoughts were bouncing around his head. He imagined how you might look on the other side, a toy between your legs, as you tried your best to get yourself to cum. He imagined going over to your room, helping you, fuck would you want that? He knew he could make you feel so good if you just let him. Thoughts of getting the chance, oh he knew you would feel so good around him.

It was disgusting, you were his friend, but the tabooness of the situation turned him on even more. He should have been ashamed. 

He was, but in the moment he didn’t feel it at all. As the sounds of your moans grew relentless, he couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t long before his orgasm was hitting him like a freight train, he spilled all over his hand, shirt, and pants. He had never come that hard before and all it took was the sounds of his best friend behind a wall. 

As his breathing slowed, the regret was quick to creep in. 

What the fuck did he do? 

What was the worst though was that little voice that told him it was real, and how much he truthfully enjoyed hearing you. 

He must be down bad too because he crossed some serious boundaries last night… 

Jungkook felt his face heat up at the thought. 

“—and so now I’m like, what should I do?” Jungkook suddenly fazed back into your rambling. 

“Huh?” 

“I was saying what should I do? Here I am single on Valentine’s Day, hornier than I should be admitting… Like Jungkook, it's seriously been a year!” You cried and you didn’t miss when he mumbled “You’re not alone” as he was sipping up the last of the milk in the bowl.

You looked at him wide eyed. “You too? I thought for sure that...”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’ve been trying so hard to get back on track that I… I didn’t want to get distracted.” You slowly nodded, understanding. 

Jungkook had been through a lot this past year to put it lightly.

It started back in your first year. While you were going around enjoying the party scene, hooking up with pretty much anyone you could, Jungkook had managed to get himself a girlfriend soon into the year. 

You remember they were pretty much together all the time. He was hardly at your shared apartment and anytime he was, she was right there with him. Yoona was her name. You were honestly convinced that they would get married someday, the couple seeming to be the perfect pair. They lasted for nearly two years. It was up until one day you came home later than you normally would, to hear the two of them arguing inside. 

You were nosy and a little tipsy, so you began eavesdropping behind the door. You were shocked at the words thrown at each other, and you’re almost sure you heard your name come up in the mix (though you chalk that up to the alcohol). Whatever happened Yoona stormed out leaving you to deal with an upset Jungkook who was on the brink of tears. 

You still blame yourself for convincing him to go over to her place a few weeks later to talk to her. You remembered being surprised by Jungkook being back so soon, but what you remember even more was the slam of his room door only seconds after. It took a good week to get Jungkook out of his room and tell you that he found her with another guy, who was a close classmate and mutual friend apparently. 

Things just kept getting worse. 

It really was the day right after he told you that he got a call from his parents letting him know his uncle, someone who he had been so close to all his life, who had inspired him to pursue a career in the film industry, had been in an accident. You can’t say much from there because that’s pretty much all he told you before he was on the next train back to Busan. He called you a week later after you began blowing up his phone (you were worried) that his uncle had passed and that he needed his space. 

He was gone for about a little over two months. 

It was also around this same time that you started to get involved with Incheol. He was there when the apartment felt so empty and honestly he was the one who really helped ground you and get your priorities straight. It was a match made in heaven.

You were cuddling up with Incheol one day when you heard the knock at the door. You still can’t forget the shock that you felt on the day that Jungkook came back. 

He was back, yes, but the moment he seemingly brushed right past you, paying really no notice to you or Incheol who was looking confused on the couch, was when you realized he still was elsewhere and hurting. 

You tried to be there for him, you really did, but any attempts you had of getting close and talking about any issues failed every time. 

He was distant. 

You blame yourself though for not trying harder and letting Incheol sweep you off your feet the way he did, but it’s like you started seeing less and less of each as the days passed. 

You had no idea about what he was getting up to, where he was most of the time. It really didn’t feel like he came back from Busan. 

Any remnants of your friendship seemed few and far between until nearly halfway through your 2nd semester in your Junior year. You had been getting ready for a date with Incheol later that day when you heard him come back, he was clearly disheveled and honestly looked so stressed. You decided to try once again asking him to talk to you and it was then that all the hardships of the last few months came rushing out. 

He told you everything. 

He told you how hard it was dealing with Yoona and his uncle’s passing at the same time. He told you the only reason he came back was because he missed you so much and that he had missing assignments starting to pile up. Apparently though, even after coming back to Seoul he just couldn’t seem to pull himself back together. 

Jungkook started doing shit he wasn’t proud of. He was partying, carelessly sleeping around, hanging out with people he knew he shouldn’t have, and he said he did things that he wasn’t even comfortable telling you (and he’s normally fine telling you everything). He let you know that he was also so behind in assignments that he had a meeting that day about them suggesting he drop the semester and that he risked getting kicked out of programs he worked his ass off to get into. He even said they were considering to expel him because of his sudden disappearance even after he explained the situation. 

It was that day when things began to take a turn. You assisted Jungkook in talking with his administrators to create a plan and helped him catch up on his assignments to finally get back on track. 

You were there with him through the dark days, trying your best to be by his side. You knew he wasn’t telling you everything that happened while you two were distant, at times he would completely isolate himself and shut you out. 

It was obvious there was more going on. Jungkook would sometimes lock himself in his room and you could just hear the torment that was happening behind that door. Sometimes all you could do was knock occasionally to make sure he was ok. You made him food and would stay by his door to try to let him know you were here for him. Other times he would tell you openly about the depression he was battling and would just want an ear to vent to. He was always vague, but you made sure you were a shoulder he could lean on. You even helped pay for him to get professional help, sensing he needed it, and the fact he wasn’t working at the time.

It was a rocky road, but after some time Jungkook started to convalesce. You started to see the life in Jungkook’s eyes that you didn’t realize you missed so much until one day when you randomly started crying when you both decided to take a break and watch a movie together. 

He was just critiquing the movie as he usually would, but it just made you realize that he was back. 

This whole thing did have some consequences for you though. As you were busy helping Jungkook, you started having less and less time to balance Jungkook, work, school, and a boyfriend. After a while it was decided that you and Incheol were drifting apart and it was best to just end things. 

As much as you knew it was the right decision, it still hurt because you really did care for him. You found yourself in Jungkook’s arms more than once as you cried your eyes out, binge watching your favorite series over and over again. 

Since then though, it really has just been you and Jungkook. You both would sometimes hang out with your other friends, but after everything that happened you just seemed to not be apart too often. 

“Well I guess that means we’re both desperate, am I right?” You chuckled lightly. 

“Too right,” he sighed. 

Silence seemed to come in between you two, but your mind was busy trying to come up with some sort of solution. 

“Wait… I have an idea.” You enthusiastically got up from your bar stool, a habit of needing to stand whenever you were working things out in your brain. Jungkook smiled when he noticed.

“What if we set each other up?” You looked at him but you could tell he was still very much so confused. 

“Listen listen listen. So what if we set each other up with some of our friends, like maybe you have a friend who would be interested in me, and I know I definitely have a friend who likes you. We pick a day to meet up and…” You voice got all sultry, trying to hint at the result of your glorious plan. 

Jungkook didn’t miss the way his heart tightened at your proposition. 

“Like a double date would be perfect. We could have fun and go out together which I think we desperately need. I could meet with one of your friends and you mine. We could hang out together, separate later in the night and, if things go well, we both get laid. Jungkook, I think I really might be a genius.” You bounced around, your eyes trained on him to see what he thought. 

Jungkook was just waiting for that sense of enthusiasm to hit. It was a great idea, but the more he thought about it, the more that tightness in his chest seemed to get worse. Why wasn’t he excited? He should be as happy as you were. 

Maybe it’s just because it’s been awhile? 

Jungkook forced a smile. “I’m down.” 

You smiled. 

“Ok so let's surprise each other. I already have the perfect girl in mind. She’s your type personality wise, she’s really pretty, and I know for a fact she likes you so you can have full confidence in me that you’ll have a great time, ok!” You reassured him. 

“That sounds nice.” Jungkook didn’t mean it, and he didn’t do a good job of hiding it.

“Do you have anyone in mind for me?” You questioned, honestly a little curious.

There’s that weird feeling again…

“Ummmm I think so, I’ll have to check with him though…” Jungkook shyly rubbed the back of his neck. 

He did for a fact have someone in mind. He had no doubt that he’d make time to come and he knows that you’re his type. 

Jungkook shouldn’t be feeling like this at all. He’s helping out his friend and you’re helping him out. And it’s not like he isn’t horny, because if last night proves anything, he definitely needs to get laid. 

He couldn’t seem to pinpoint why he would rather spend an evening with you watching another season of the Great British Baking Show than out at a club for an easy hookup. 

He was never the type to hate parties. Sure he was definitely an introvert and you’re the opposite, but he’s always had a great time going to them secretly whenever you would drag him along. Especially with the circumstances, he should actually be excited for this… 

Definitely something was wrong with him. 

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep? 

“Ok! Let me know as soon as you can so I can start planning~” He couldn’t stop smiling this time at how enthusiastic you get about planning. The look on your face had him feeling all warm inside. 

“Anyway, I have work to do so let me go ahead and get a head start!” You smiled, grabbing your bags. 

“Go get some sleep, I’ll fix dinner later so you don’t have to worry.” Jungkook felt his heart warm, a fluttery feeling spread throughout his body. 

He was undoubtedly the better cook between the two of you. He usually took it upon himself to fix dinner and sometimes even lunch if you were around. It’s not like you were horrible, it’s just the difference was that Jungkook liked to cook, and you did it because you had to. He would know certain spices, recipes, and would always add that ‘love’ to your dishes that had your eyes watering with how good they were. It was because of this that Jungkook took up cooking for the both of you pretty much every night. You would never hesitate though in taking up that duty whenever you were needed. 

“Thank you~” He meant it. He really couldn’t ask for a better roommate. 

And with that you were off to your room. 

Jungkook quickly put his bowl in the sink before scurrying off to his room. 

Only a little bit of light was shining in from the crack he put in his blackout curtains. The dim mood had him both sleepy and confused as hell. 

His mind was busy playing the events of last light over and over again. Your moans were still echoing in his head clear as day. 

This and the discussion he had with you had him realize just how horny he really was. 

It really has been a little over a year since he’s even been touched in that way. 

Maybe that’s why he was thinking about you so much, why last night he wanted to watch you, would have liked even better to help you. He needed someone badly because his best friend should not ever get mixed up in his sexual fantasies no matter how desperate he is. 

This thought had Jungkook quickly shooting a text to Jimin about them hanging out tomorrow. He’s got to make this happen if he’s ever going to get you out of his head. 

That’ll solve everything. He’s sure of it.  

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

“That’s your roommate?!” The loud exclamation seemed to reverberate throughout the spacious apartment.

Jungkook tried to shush him. 

“And best friend, yes, yes she is.” 

They had paused the game they were playing together when Jungkook finally brought up the question he came to ask. His hyung was quick to ask for a picture and Jungkook pulled up your latest post on your Insta.  

Jimin looked at the phone and back at Jungkook, absolutely baffled. “Are you sure?” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

He sighed, a little confused why that was so hard to believe, and switched to a picture of you two together. It was the day you went out to celebrate finals being over last year. 

Jimin brought the phone way too close to his face tryna see if he saw any signs of editing. “Either this is the greatest prank ever or Jungkook your best friend is…” Jimin did that thing where he rubs his thumb over his nose and a giddy smirk couldn’t seem to leave his face. 

“Double, triple yes to that double date thing.” He quickly agreed.

Jungkook noticed the way his heart seemed to do a tug of war. That weird feeling he’s been having ever since you suggested this plan was back, but he was happy this means that he is closer to the end of this madness. 

While Jungkook was out of it, Jimin already had managed to get your Insta and switched to his phone so he could shamelessly stalk. 

“You guys hang out a lot?” He questioned. 

“Huh?” Jungkook snapped out of it. 

“You’re in most of the pictures she posts.” 

Jungkook smiled at that thought for some reason. “I mean yeah, we live together and we’re best friends.” 

Jimin nodded. 

He managed to scroll all the way down to a photo session you had when you and a friend went back to Busan for a beach trip. Jungkook felt his face warm at the sight of you in your simple black bikini, but his attention went more to Jimin who was enjoying the sight a little too much. 

Jungkook snatched his phone. 

“I’m right here.” Jungkook scoffed. 

“I was just trying to find pictures where you weren’t in them.” 

“But do you have to look at her like that?!” Jungkook didn’t even realize the words that came out of his mouth until Jimin’s face started to morph into something unreadable. 

“Jungkook… Nothing ever happened between you two?” He finally questioned, sensing something suspicious was going on. 

Jungkook shook his head, almost appalled that he even thought that. 

That seemed to connect the dots in Jimin’s mind. “You sure you don’t like her or something?” 

Jungkook felt his face heat up. “N-No-No, why would you even say that?” The accusation made him more flustered than it should. 

“Jungkook I’m not an idiot, you guys spend so much time together so I’m sure you guys get along well, she’s very very pretty, I don’t see a reason why you wouldn’t like her…” To Jimin it honestly seemed more strange if he didn’t like you. 

Jungkook turned toward the window, the city shining bright down below as the sun continued to go down. “We’re just friends.” His voice was static, but the words still affected him for some reason. 

Jimin looked at him questionably “Right... so you’ve never liked her?”

Jungkook turned back to his hyung “No-Well, I mean…” 

He leaned in intrigued. “That’s a yes, now tell me.” 

Jungkook sighed. “I mean… Back in highschool—“  

“HIGHSCHOOL?” Jimin nearly screamed.

Jungkook tried to shush him again. “I told you about how I moved right before my second year?” 

Jimin nodded. 

“Well it was when we were just getting to know each other. I’m pretty quiet so it was a little hard for me to make friends, but she was there and we got close and—“

“You caught feelings?” Jimin finished.

Jungkook nodded hesitantly 

“And how long was this for?” 

“When we moved in together. We had our separate lives so we weren’t as close as we used to be, plus I started dating Yoona around that time so–“

“Wait wait wait wait… so you liked her for 2 years?” 

“More like a year and a few mont–“ 

“Jungkook I don’t care about specifics, that wasn’t just like a little crush that went away, you liked her for a long time.” 

“It was highschool.”

“Highschool my ass, feelings are feelings. Now are you sure you don’t like her, or better yet, those feelings ever even went away in the first place?” 

“Yes I’m sure.” Jungkook noticed the way his voice wavered. He didn’t expect that to come out like that…. it made him seem so unsure of himself. 

“Ok then give me back my phone, I’m Insta stalking your cute friend or should I say my cute date~” 

Jungkook hesitantly handed his hyung’s phone back. 

A weird feeling buried deep somewhere spread throughout his body as he watched his friend oogle you. 

He must be going insane…

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“That’s your roommate?!” The loud exclamation seemed to reverberate throughout the spacious apartment.

Jungkook tried to shush him. 

“And best friend, yes, yes she is.” 

They had paused the game they were playing together when Jungkook finally brought up the question he came to ask. His hyung was quick to ask for a picture and Jungkook pulled up your latest post on your Insta.  

Jimin looked at the phone and back at Jungkook, absolutely baffled. “Are you sure?” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

He sighed, a little confused why that was so hard to believe, and switched to a picture of you two together. It was the day you went out to celebrate finals being over last year. 

Jimin brought the phone way too close to his face tryna see if he saw any signs of editing. “Either this is the greatest prank ever or Jungkook your best friend is…” Jimin did that thing where he rubs his thumb over his nose and a giddy smirk couldn’t seem to leave his face. 

“Double, triple yes to that double date thing.” He quickly agreed.

Jungkook noticed the way his heart seemed to do a tug of war. That weird feeling he’s been having ever since you suggested this plan was back, but he was happy this means that he is closer to the end of this madness. 

While Jungkook was out of it, Jimin already had managed to get your Insta and switched to his phone so he could shamelessly stalk. 

“You guys hang out a lot?” He questioned. 

“Huh?” Jungkook snapped out of it. 

“You’re in most of the pictures she posts.” 

Jungkook smiled at that thought for some reason. “I mean yeah, we live together and we’re best friends.” 

Jimin nodded. 

He managed to scroll all the way down to a photo session you had when you and a friend went back to Busan for a beach trip. Jungkook felt his face warm at the sight of you in your simple black bikini, but his attention went more to Jimin who was enjoying the sight a little too much. 

Jungkook snatched his phone. 

“I’m right here.” Jungkook scoffed. 

“I was just trying to find pictures where you weren’t in them.” 

“But do you have to look at her like that?!” Jungkook didn’t even realize the words that came out of his mouth until Jimin’s face started to morph into something unreadable. 

“Jungkook… Nothing ever happened between you two?” He finally questioned, sensing something suspicious was going on. 

Jungkook shook his head, almost appalled that he even thought that. 

That seemed to connect the dots in Jimin’s mind. “You sure you don’t like her or something?” 

Jungkook felt his face heat up. “N-No-No, why would you even say that?” The accusation made him more flustered than it should. 

“Jungkook I’m not an idiot, you guys spend so much time together so I’m sure you guys get along well, she’s very very pretty, I don’t see a reason why you wouldn’t like her…” To Jimin it honestly seemed more strange if he didn’t like you. 

Jungkook turned toward the window, the city shining bright down below as the sun continued to go down. “We’re just friends.” His voice was static, but the words still affected him for some reason. 

Jimin looked at him questionably “Right... so you’ve never liked her?”

Jungkook turned back to his hyung “No-Well, I mean…” 

He leaned in intrigued. “That’s a yes, now tell me.” 

Jungkook sighed. “I mean… Back in highschool—“  

“HIGHSCHOOL?” Jimin nearly screamed.

Jungkook tried to shush him again. “I told you about how I moved right before my second year?” 

Jimin nodded. 

“Well it was when we were just getting to know each other. I’m pretty quiet so it was a little hard for me to make friends, but she was there and we got close and—“

“You caught feelings?” Jimin finished.

Jungkook nodded hesitantly 

“And how long was this for?” 

“When we moved in together. We had our separate lives so we weren’t as close as we used to be, plus I started dating Yoona around that time so–“

“Wait wait wait wait… so you liked her for 2 years?” 

“More like a year and a few mont–“ 

“Jungkook I don’t care about specifics, that wasn’t just like a little crush that went away, you liked her for a long time.” 

“It was highschool.”

“Highschool my ass, feelings are feelings. Now are you sure you don’t like her, or better yet, those feelings ever even went away in the first place?” 

“Yes I’m sure.” Jungkook noticed the way his voice wavered. He didn’t expect that to come out like that…. it made him seem so unsure of himself. 

“Ok then give me back my phone, I’m Insta stalking your cute friend or should I say my cute date~” 

Jungkook hesitantly handed his hyung’s phone back. 

A weird feeling buried deep somewhere spread throughout his body as he watched his friend oogle you. 

He must be going insane…

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“Wait wait wait, you’re kidding?!” Eun Ae nearly screamed in the middle of the cafe. 

You gave her an ugly stare telling her to be quiet. 

“Sorry, but I never thought I had a chance with your “roommate.”” She sat back in her chair, amazed. 

“What do you mean? You’re totally his type.” You said remembering the girls you’d see Jk hang around when you used to party together. “And what’s with the quotations? You know he’s my best friend.” 

Eun Ae burst out laughing “I thought you guys were together or something if I’m being honest.” 

Your heart did a flip. “Why’d you think that?” 

Eun Ae put down her latte. “I see you guys leave together sometimes and I thought you were dating!” She rolled her eyes at your confused look “I see the way you look at him, I seriously thought you were in love.” 

“I mean of course I like him, he’s my best friend, but nothing more ok.” You chuckled nervously.

“Hmmmmm, if you say so.” She looked like she didn’t believe you but decided not to push the subject anymore. 

“Anyway we should go out and get some things for this weekend.” You smiled liking the idea of that, it really has been a while since you’ve been out. 

“Yeah, I’m free tomorrow if that’s good with you.” You mentioned.

“Yeah that works for me.” She responded by taking a sip of her latte. “By the way, where did you get your necklace? It’s pretty.” 

You looked down at the small heart shaped diamond and smiled. “Jungkook gave me it yesterday so I have no idea, I can ask for you though.” You saw your friend’s eyes widen. 

“He gave that to you? On Valentine's Day?” She looked at you a little funny and it had your cheeks warming up. 

“Yeah…” 

You thought back to it. Jungkook had finally come out of his room later that evening after you told him dinner was ready. You were shocked to find him coming out with a velvet box in hand. 

“It’s nothing too special, just wanted to give you something after all you’ve done for me.” He opened the box to reveal the little Diamond. You had to admit, your heart fluttered at the gesture. 

Eunae just laughed. “And you’re sure there’s nothing going on between you two?” 

“Yes.” Looking at it now, it did look pretty romantic. But no, this was Jungkook who gave this to you, he would never see you that way.

“And you’re sure Jungkook doesn’t like you?” Eunae asked, putting her hands on the table. 

“Jungkook?” You just laughed. “No, I don’t think he’d ever be into me.” 

“You don’t think? Maybe you’re just an idiot and can’t realize that her best friend is seriously crushing on her?!” Eun Ae practically yelled. 

“Yah!” You tried shushing her, realizing people were starting to look over in your direction. 

“I don’t know Y/n this is pretty suspicious if you ask me. But whatever, I’m still down for the double date. This still just seems like a bad idea but…” She raised her cup.

“To hoping we get lucky~” She smiled and you held your cup as well and clinked it together.

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The weekend came quicker than expected. It was weird, but Jungkook tried to get as excited as you were. He would see you happily bouncing around the apartment, counting down the days, but he wasn’t feeling the same way whatsoever. As the big day finally approached, the more that weird feeling seemed to get worse. He just wasn’t into it as much as you were, part of him wanted to tell you to cancel but he couldn’t ask that seeing how happy you were. 

Instead he just tried to keep his eyes on the prize. Make it through the date, maybe get laid, it’s Sunday. He had no doubt in your pick, he knew this date wouldn’t be an absolute dumpster fire and hard to get through. You wouldn’t do that to him. 

Why did he feel so weird? Maybe it’s just nerves about getting back out there? That became his next excuse he latched on to. It really had been a while. He wasn’t the most social guy so things like this can be a bit nerve racking. 

That had been his mantra. You’re just nervous, you’ll have fun once you get there. Over and over again, he would try to tell himself, but that didn’t make it go away. 

The day still came and he couldn’t escape the sinking feeling he felt as he drove over to Jimin’s apartment. You had decided it would be better if you would arrive separately, making the meeting an even bigger surprise once you all would make it to the club. 

When his hyung made it downstairs, as he was getting in, Jungkook felt the strangest mix of emotions. He was nervous, extremely nervous, and that sinking feeling was there. Why couldn’t he be excited? At the very least this was still the first time he was getting out in a year. The only thing he could think about was you. 

“Ooooo Jeon Jungkook. You clean up nice~” Jimin awed after he got settled into the car. This was also going to be the first time he was going out with Jimin. Jungkook would come over sometimes to mostly hang out at his place, but they never have gone anywhere together. 

Jungkook looked down at his outfit. He was wearing a suit accented with thin sparkly stripes and a simple black button up tucked into his pants. He permed his long hair a few days ago and now it was filled with these loose curls. It was a look for sure. 

Jungkook just laughed. “Y/n did most of this actually…” He cheesed remembering you pretty much took control the minute he questioned what he was going to wear. 

His attention turned back to his hyung who was looking at him strangely. 

“What?” Jungkook questioned. 

“You got that look on your face…” Jimin pointed out. 

“What look?”

“When you said her name, your face got all funny.”

Jungkook looked appalled by the statement. “What are you talking about?!”

“You were like, Y/n did this for me~~~” Jimin said in a mocking tone, exaggerating the smile he noticed. “What’s up with that?”

“Nothing! You’re the one making it a thing… I don’t even sound like that.” Jungkook mumbled, turning away. 

Jimin just looked at him, and then turned away. “I still think this is a bad idea. You obviously like her.”

“…”

“Don’t even try and deny it, I’m not dumb.”

“I don’t.” Jungkook said calmly, but he sure didn’t feel that way. His palms were sweaty and all he could focus on was the way his body reacted when his hyung put so plainly that he liked her. He made it seem so easy, but that couldn’t be it. 

You were his best friend. Any and all feelings were left far back in the past. He couldn’t like you. It was out of the question—

“Alright I’m not fighting you on this anymore. If you don’t want to see it then whatever, I’m enjoying tonight.” Jimin sighed. 

That would be impossible. You were best friends, roommates, nothing more. Yes, he liked you in the past but that was then. You both have gone through life and over time he just didn’t feel the same way for you anymore. You were his best friend—

“Jungkook, are we gonna go? We’re already late…” Jimin finally asked, seeing the way he was just sitting there staring off into space. This finally got his attention and he started the car back up. 

That feeling was just getting worse and worse the closer they got to the club. At this point he really was only going because of you. Everything in his body was telling him to drive back to the apartment and sleep away whatever’s got him feeling this way. Was he sick? Maybe that was it… 

It wasn’t too far away from Jimin’s apartment and so they were pulling into the parking garage before he knew it. Too fast in his opinion. 

It took them a little while to find a parking space, the garage filled to the brim with cars on each level. Jungkook could already tell the club was probably going to be packed today, but it was to be expected a week after the infamous holiday of love. So many new couples, new romances, new flings all celebrating the start of a brand new journey. Love was still in the air here in Itaewon. 

As soon as Jungkook pulled in he noticed the giddy smile on his hyung’s face. In this moment he decided what he was feeling was envy. He wished he had the same excitement.

“You ready?” Jimin playfully slapped his arm. He was beaming.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Jungkook’s voice was shallow and monotone. The difference in energy was uncanny. You wouldn’t think they were going to the same place.

“Where are the girls?” Jimin questioned reaching in his back pocket.

“Y/n texted me and she said they were at the front waiting for us…” Jungkook’s attention turned to his hyung who had taken out his wallet, looking through its contents. 

“ID… card… cash…” Jimin mumbled to himself, checking that he had everything. Jungkook was hardly paying any mind, too focused on trying to pep himself up for this date, until his eyes spotted the condom in one of the pockets. 

Jungkook’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. That sinking feeling seemingly exploding to new heights. 

“What’s up with you?” Jimin noticed the way Jungkook sighed and the way he wasn’t even looking at him anymore. 

“Nothing… just hurry up please.” 

“Ooo, is Jungkookie excited for his date?” Jimin tried to tease, but there was no laugh, not even a chuckle from the younger one. This was just getting depressing at this point. 

“Jungkook. Are you sure you’re ok?” Jimin’s tone turned to concern. 

“Yes, I told you I’m fine.”

“It doesn't take rocket science to see that you’re obviously not.” 

“…” 

“What’s wrong?”

“…” 

“Is it Y/n?” 

“I told you it’s not about her!” Jungkook’s voice was a little too high saying that. 

“Then what is it then? You’ve been all mopey since you picked me up.” 

“…” 

“Jungkook…” 

“I don’t know why I feel this way.” It was annoying, he was annoyed at himself. He was already ruining the fun and they haven’t even left the car yet.

“Hey.” Jungkook felt Jimin put his hand on his shoulder. He was surprised to see him look so serious. 

“I know you’ve been through some rough times and this is the first time you’re going out in a while. Do you think it may be that?” Jimin was truly concerned at this point. 

Jungkook sighed and looked out the window. 

“I know I’ve been making jokes about you and Y/n but if this is really about you being out again…” Jimin’s eyes were full of worry as he started rubbing small circles across his back. “Is that what it is?” 

“Maybe,” He was definitely nervous about doing this again, there was no doubt about that. “But don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I just need to get used to being back. I’m pretty sure it’ll go away as soon as we get inside. You just focus on your date with Y/n. She’s been excited to meet you.” He tried to force a smile. 

He noticed his hyung’s giddy smile at the thought. “She has?”

“Yes, now don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll have a good time.” He was trying to convince himself more than Jimin. 

“Alright, but let us know if it gets to be too much.”

“Hyung…”

“Ok ok ok ok, let’s go! Didn’t you say we were late?” Jimin asked as he opened the car door. Jungkook took a deep breath before doing the same. 

“Yeah we are. We should probably run or Y/n’s never going to forgive me.” And with that the two friends made their way out the garage building and across the street. 

It only took his eyes a second of searching before he spotted you and your friend already in line to get in. Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hand and pulled him to catch up with the both of you. 

“Y/n!” Jungkook called out and your eyes immediately met with his. You smiled and waved them both over. By the time they made it to you, they were noticeably out of breath. 

“You finally made it…” You sighed in relief. Your eyes trained on Jungkook checking over his outfit, noticing he put on what you picked out. He looked good, well good would be an understatement, but he wasn’t your date tonight. 

Your eyes traveled over to the slightly shorter man who was standing right beside him. You smiled eagerly, silently thanking Jungkook, he knew your taste exactly. 

His black hair was parted right down the middle, his long bangs cascading down his face and framing it perfect. Despite the cool chill of the February air, he wore black pants with a matching blazer held together only by a single button, a shirt underneath nowhere in sight. You even noticed the chain around his neck that continued down his body. If you didn’t know any better you would have sworn Jungkook’s friend was a Greek god or something. 

While you were gawking at Jimin, Jungkook’s eyes were glued to your form. He hadn’t seen you get dressed before you left. You were wearing a simple, tight-fitted, red dress that showed off your curves perfectly. Jungkook could hardly remember the last time he had ever seen you this dressed up. He didn’t try to show it but he was shocked. You looked really good… 

He certainly wasn’t the only one who thought so. 

His eyes went to his hyung to see he was shamelessly checking you out, before happily smiling at you. He was already putting on that natrious Jimin charm. His gaze then went to yours who had that same giddy expression that for some reason made him want to punch a wall. 

“Hi, nice to meet you~ I’m Y/n!” You extended your hand to the handsome stranger and he eagerly grabbed it. 

“I’ve been excited to meet you beautiful~ I’m Jimin~” Jungkook felt his blood run cold at the nickname and the giggle you let out as a result. That wasn’t even funny, why were you laughing so hard? 

Too caught up with his own thoughts, he was a bit shocked when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and in that moment Jungkook remembered why exactly they were here in the first place. This was a double date. 

“Jungkook!” You came over and put your hand on your friend's shoulders. “Sorry I almost forgot, but this is Eun Ae and she’ll be your beautiful date tonight~” You smiled before returning back to Jimin’s side. 

Just as he knew your taste you also certainly knew what he liked as well. She was absolutely beautiful. Her face was round, the curve of her nose accenting her features, the red tint to her lips lured him in. Her skin was like porcelain, contrasting perfectly with her long black hair and dark eyes that held a sultry gaze that made him shiver. Her body was decorated with a gorgeous short, silver dress wrapped around her curves, the back low hanging down her body, making his simple brain lose it at the slightest piece of exposed skin. She really was just stunning. 

Maybe this really was exactly what he needed. 

He never doubted you when it came to picking his date, but just seeing how on the nose you managed to get it had him feeling all funny inside. You both really knew each other so well. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Y/n talks about you a lot.” Her voice was sweet and he liked it. Maybe this won’t be so bad, he could at least try and enjoy himself. But his growing hope dwindled when eyes traveled back over to you and Jimin who had his arm already wrapped around your waist. The two of you were already smiling, laughing, and the more he looked the more he wanted to leave and never come back. 

It wasn’t too long after that the four of you made it inside of the club. As he predicted the place was indeed packed, wall to wall was just a sea of people drinking, dancing, having fun with each other. It brought back a lot of memories. 

The times you would bring him out and you would party together. It feels like so long ago at this point. It was just yesterday you went to your first party as college students. He remembered how he watched you go crazy on the dance floor from the corner of the room. You had pestered him to dance with you, but he was shy and cared way too much what the sunbaes all around thought of him. That didn’t stop you though and he couldn’t stop the smile enveloping his face as he watched you and you watched him, still trying to get him to join you.

Jungkook shook himself out of the memory when he realized he had fallen behind the rest of the group. 

All of you talked and quickly came up with a game plan for the night. You all would eat dinner together real quick, hit the dance floor later, and sometime after that you would split up your double date for some alone time. 

With a little more waiting you all found yourselves in a circular booth, Jimin and Eun Ae got in first with you and Jungkook sitting next to them on the ends. You all ordered soon after.  

“You didn’t want a drink?” Eun Ae asked after the waiter left. Jungkook just shook his head. 

“This idiot thought it’d be a great idea to drive here.” You playfully teased. 

“Yeah I meant to ask you why didn’t we just take an Uber or something?” Jimin questioned. 

“What’s wrong with wanting to drive here?” Jungkook pouted and you instantly realized the reason. 

“Ah I got it. You just wanted to show off your new car, didn’t you?!” You pointed your finger at him and knew the way he started getting all shy that you got it right on the nose. Everyone at the table started to laugh. 

“I worked hard for it…” He tried to interject but everyone was too busy laughing to pay attention. He didn’t fight it though because as always you were right. After working many different part time jobs over the years, doing odd jobs for friends, and saving everything he ever earned, Jungkook was finally able to buy himself a pretty nice car a few weeks ago. A sleek black higher end Hyundai was what he got for the fruits of his labor. 

What’s so bad about wanting to show off a little? 

It wasn't the only reason though. Driving his car gave him an easy excuse to not have to drink. With a history as recent as his, he didn’t want to chance going back into that dark depressive hole that encompassed him for a few months. It’s not like he hasn’t had one since that time, but especially with how odd he’s been feeling these days, it was better not to chance it. 

The last thing he needed anyway was to drink himself into a hole. He didn’t want to do anything stupid in front of everyone. 

The waiter arrived soon with a plate full of brightly colored drinks and Jungkook’s club soda. 

“So Jimin… I guess an easy first question… How do you and Jungkook know each other?” You were honestly curious. 

“College. We were in the same psychology class his first year and we’ve been friends ever since.” Jimin smiled thinking back to the shy kid that came up to him all those years ago.

“Jungkook, you need to tell me about your friends more often.” You reached across the table and hit his hand. How dare he keep this beautiful man from you for almost 4 years? 

“Look what happens…” Jungkook mumbled but there wasn’t any way anyone would be able to hear him with the loud music playing. 

“Tell me about yourself then~” You turned back over to Jimin with doting eyes. Even in the dim light Jungkook could tell his hyung was already flustered. 

Oh no. 

“Uhhh well, I’m Park Jimin. I grew up in Busan just like you both. Um, I went to the same college as Jungkook. I was in the dance department though and—“ 

Jungkook felt a tap to his shoulder. “What about you Jungkook, what do you study?” Eun Ae asked which made his own cheeks flush. It wasn’t for the same reason as his hyung though. 

“Film Production.” He answered back shyly. 

“It was one of my last shows I did before I graduated that I was scouted for the show I’m currently doing.” He watched as you gleamed with excitement. That look on your face was exactly why he was embarrassed. Jimin was accomplished. 

Not even 2 years since he graduated yet and the man’s already made a name for himself in the modern dance world. Jimin landed himself a great gig as soon as he was free from college. It was a big production that was directed by someone Jungkook remembers was enough to get his hyung to squeal when he found out that they wanted him to play the lead role. 

There are billboards around Seoul with him and his dance partner, it was a really big show and he’s seen many of his classmates and many other people on various social medias talk about it. You could even say that it’s gone a little viral— a young, hot, talented lead dancer in this production. People were definitely going to tune in. The one show alone managed to get him enough attention that he doesn’t even need to worry about what happens when production ends. Jimin told him how he already had a long list of coordinators who were wanting to have him in their next show. He was definitely still up and coming but he’s captured the eyes of the people, experts in the field, and best of all, a variety of directors. 

Jimin was accomplished, the most probably out of everyone graduating in his class. A few months ago he was even able to move into this really nice apartment, no roommate needed whatsoever. 

Jimin ended up explaining this to you all and Jungkook felt that sinking feeling continued to grow more and more. He hated seeing that look in your eye or the way you subtly would move a little closer as he kept adding more and more impressive stuff to his list. Jungkook grabbed his cup a little tighter, taking a long swig. 

Maybe he really shouldn’t have driven today, this wasn’t strong enough. 

“Ahhh! I knew you looked familiar!” Eun Ae smiled. “It took me a minute to place your face but a few of my friends have seen your show! I wanna go see it now.” Now even his own date was getting swooned by the amazing Park Jimin. 

How could he compete with that? 

All he had to his name was his Hyundai and student loan debt. He suddenly regretted bringing him here. 

Everyone’s eyes for the most part remained on Jimin even after their food got here. He continued to talk about his life, typical first date topics but Jimin was charming you and he knew that. You had that same stupid look that he remembers you had on your face whenever your ex was at the apartment. 

Jungkook was hardly there to see it but there were moments he remembers coming home to the two of you in the living room, your eyes gleaming as he talked, that weird laugh you would do whenever he’d make a horrible joke, or the way your hands had a habit of resting on his thighs. All he’s come to realize were telltale signs that you were in fact down bad. 

Jimin also had that same dopey look with you. You made sure to engage in any of the stories he would tell, adding your own anecdotes here and there before the conversation changed to be about you. You talked about your journey preparing for law school and Jimin had that same sparkle that you did in his eyes.

This was a match, Jungkook really nailed it with this one.

…

Sometimes Eun Ae would try and spark up a conversation with him, but usually they were all relatively short lived. It wasn’t like it was hard to talk to her, in fact it was quite the opposite. She would try and ask him general first date questions and a nice back and forth would get going. She would laugh and that would make him happy, he would as well sometimes. It was nice. 

But somewhere in the middle his attention would always drift back over to you and Jimin. Eun Ae would notice and the conversation would die out before it hardly began. He hated it. 

By the time everyone finished eating Jungkook wished for nothing more than to go home. The whole time that sinking feeling he’d hoped would go away only seemed to escalate further and further, this double date harder to get through than he could have imagined. He was too sober for this. 

It was you who suggested that you take your party over to the dance floor. Popular songs everyone knew were playing as the four of you made your way to the rainbow colored floor. Couples, friends, and singles all were having a blast moving their bodies to the sounds of the music. 

Your party made it through the thick crowd and managed to wedge yourselves in between everyone. You danced all together for a while, jumping around screaming the lyrics for any of the songs you guys knew. It was the first time Jungkook was fully able to enjoy himself, hoping this was finally the turn around he needed. 

It was that same feeling he used to have whenever you dragged him to parties when you both were in your first year. He missed it so much. Spending time with you and actually enjoying himself at places like this. 

That was until the DJ decided to switch it up. Instead of the fun, hype songs for everyone, the DJ announced that the next set was for all the new couples from Valentines Day. The songs transitioned perfectly, they were a little slower with very clear and obvious sexual undertones. 

Oh no. 

Jungkook watched as you smiled at him and Eun Ae before you decided to wrap your arms around Jimin’s neck. He wasn’t bothered by this at all and placed his hands on your hips. Even in the dim light he could see the flirty exchanges, the longing glances, and subtly touches. 

Taking him out of his dazed stare was Eun Ae grabbing his hand asking to dance with him. He tried to smile and pulled her close, but his mind was elsewhere.  

No… no he wasn’t gonna do this anymore. 

Jungkook turned them around so he couldn’t face you and Jimin and turned his full attention to the beautiful lady who was his date tonight. This seemed to be just what he needed to focus. 

The two of them talked, finally having an ongoing conversation. It was nice, very nice actually. Jungkook liked her, she was funny, pretty, so pretty actually. When the songs changed to slow dance he couldn’t help but pull her even closer. His arms were wrapped tightly her waist, his head buried in her shoulder. Jungkook was already planning the next time they might be able to meet each other. This is really all he needed, alone time, away from the others. He was happy.

But that didn’t last long. 

All it took was one glance over to realize they had turned around. In Jungkook’s peripheral he saw you two… You were just inches away from each other, your faces so close he had to look twice to see if you were… your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, your fingers gently running through his hair, and Jimin’s grip on your waist had lowered even further to grab at your ass. He saw red.

Jungkook felt sick.

He quickly apologized before running to the bathroom. His heart was practically jumping out his chest, his skin burned with fire. As soon as the door closed he headed straight to the sink to splash some cold water on his face, hoping to soothe whatever this horrible feeling was. 

Jungkook looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t even recognize himself anymore. What was wrong with him? Was he actually sick? 

Jungkook thought back to you and Jimin and it took everything in him to not throw something. It was obvious at this point he was upset at the sight but why? He couldn’t even explain it, he should be happy for you?! You were his best friend and you were clearly having a great time. Fuck he hated it. Why him? Why was it Jimin? He couldn’t stand seeing the two of you together. Just the thought of it had him balling his fist. 

Why was he so angry? Jungkook let out a loud sigh, not even caring who was in here with him. It hurt so much, that sinking feeling making him scrunch up his face tightly hoping he could just stop it. 

How far was tonight going to go for you? Would you smile at him the same way that Jungkook knows lights up a whole room? Would you laugh at all his jokes, no matter if they’re not funny or not? Would you let him make your heart flutter, that feeling of excitement that always comes from a new romance? Jimin was a great guy, of course you probably fell into that trap. Would you let him kiss you? Your hands pulling him close to feel your sweet lips, a heated desire that you couldn’t allow to continue any longer. 

He remembered the condom in his hyung’s wallet. 

Would you let him touch you? Your fervent hands grappling, touching, pulling, needing to feel each other closer than ever. Would you let him make you cum tonight? Your desperate pleas on the verge of release, ready for him to relieve all that pent up tension from the past year. 

Jungkook’s back hit the wall, the thoughts becoming overwhelming. This was his fault. All of this was his fault. If he wasn’t so pitiful last year you wouldn’t even be in this situation, you would probably still be happy with your boyfriend. You wouldn’t need to crave the touch of Jimin. 

But he didn’t want that either. 

Jungkook just wanted to go back to the way things were before. Just you and him. 

At this point he considered leaving right now. How could he go back out there and see you out there with him? He couldn’t. But that wasn’t fair to you and it certainly wasn’t fair to Eun Ae.

Jungkook sluggishly made it back to the main area of the club, instead of going back to the dance floor he just took a seat at the bar, resting his head at the counter. It was probably a second before he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Eun Ae. 

She smiled at the shocked look on his face and went ahead and took a seat right next to him. It wasn’t long before you and Jimin were making their way over too. Jungkook hardly realized though, too focused on the way your hands were intertwined. 

“I guess this would be a great time to split up?” You smiled at them and Jungkook felt sick all over again. 

Eun Ae nodded. “You guys have fun~ We’ll just be over here.”

“Ok then…” Your gaze turned toward Jungkook. “Treat Eun Ae nice ok~” 

Jungkook tried to smile and he nodded. He really should have just left.

“We’ll be at the other end of the bar, bye guys!” Jimin beamed pointed to the opposite end. Everyone said quick goodbyes before Jimin was leading you off for some alone time. 

He hated this. 

“Sooooo…” Eun Ae started, but Jungkook was hardly listening, his mind swirling with too many thoughts.

He didn’t even notice when she ordered herself a drink or when she tried having a conversation with him. Jungkook would try his best to focus but his eyes would drift over to you and Jimin at the end of the bar.

He felt a tape on his shoulder. It was Eun Ae again. 

“Jungkook.” She sounded annoyed, her arms crossed. She had every right to be mad at him. “Is there something going on?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You’ve been looking at Y/n all night.” Eun Ae sounded less annoyed this time, in fact her grimmer turned into a smile. “It really isn’t hard to see that you like her.”

Jungkook felt his blood run cold. 

“Ahhh I should have seen it coming, you guys are so close and a guy like you is never just single.” She sighed, taking a swig of her drink. 

“I don’t like her.” Jungkook tried to say as dryly as he could. His words said one thing but his actions said another as his attention focused on the way Jimin took your hand and started leading you back into the sea of people. 

Eun Ae laughed, it was a hardy laugh like it was the best joke she ever heard. “You’re joking right?” She was wiping her eyes, trying to calm herself down. But Jungkook looked like he was dead serious. 

Her face fell. 

“Do you think I’m dumb?” She playfully hit his arm. “Jungkook, you've been looking at her all night. I don’t mean to brag but…” she gestured over herself “I look amazing tonight yet you haven’t been able to take your eyes off her! I can’t blame you though…” 

“We’re just friends, I’m serious.” Jungkook sounded so dejected. He surely felt that way. 

“Oookkkk, well go over there and confess, change that right now!” She pointed in the direction you left with Jimin. 

“But I can’t! I don’t like her like that, I can’t like her like that! She’s my best friend, that’s it.” Jungkook was a little too emotional in his words. Eun Ae just stared at him, accessing what the issue might be, but she finally realized the problem here. 

“Alright. Ok. Jungkook, you know it’s ok to have feelings for your best friend right? It’s Y/n too, she’s beautiful, funny, smart, you guys are best friends for a reason. Why are you treating it like it’s the worst thing in the world…” 

“I can’t lose her. Feelings make things complicated and the last thing I want to do is make things complicated with her.” Jungkook had no idea why he was spilling his guts right now. “But I really don’t like her like that so that doesn’t even matter…” He tried to save himself but Eun Ae was seeing right through it. 

“I understand these things can be scary. I know you guys have been friends for years now, taking that leap can be difficult. But Jungkook, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. It’s hurting you… at some point there will be a ‘too late.’” 

Too late…

Jungkook couldn’t resist at this point and ordered himself a shot of whiskey. It wasn’t enough whatsoever to get him drunk but he enjoyed the warmth as it went down his throat. He held his face in his hands as the reality of her words was starting to make things obvious. 

Just imagining you and Jimin together made his heart ache so much it made it hard to breathe. As much as he tried to convince himself this was all a product of just being a little too close over the last year, he would actually have to be stupid to realize it wasn’t that. 

But admitting it was a different challenge. Making it an issue he needed to address was terrifying.  

He didn’t say anything. Eun Ae didn’t either but rubbed his back gently. 

The revelation was horrifying. He was jealous, so so fucking jealous. Jimin had everything, but the one thing that was his Jimin had to come and take that too. 

“I don’t… I can’t like her…” 

“I don’t mean to be that person, but Jungkook… turn around.” Eun Ae pointed out. Jungkook turned around and it felt like his whole world ended. 

You and Jimin were in the far distance, even in the dim light he could see your back against one of the pillars in the club, your arms wrapped around Jimin as he kissed you passionately. 

In an instant he felt his heart shatter into two. It was like the end of his perfect world, the lie had come crumbling down and he was facing the consequences. You weren’t his, nothing about this scene was wrong, but the longer he looked the more his heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, it was too much. 

Without thinking Jungkook got up to his feet and looked at Eun Ae.

“I’m sorry—“ 

“Go! I’m rooting for you!” She cheered and Jungkook was pushing himself through the crowd. 

He couldn’t think whatsoever, his heart being the one that carried his feet over to the two of you. Furry, anger, sadness, it hurt so bad. He could hardly breathe. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he can’t be too late?!

As he got closer the more he got sick. He could see the way Jimin eagerly ran his hands down your sides, grabbing anything you could, he could see the way your tongues danced around, the more detail the harder it was to look. If he didn’t get there soon he knew his hyung would be dragging you out of a club, inviting you back to his fancy apartment a few blocks away. 

The thought had him speeding up as he made it up the stairs and behind the two of you. He pulled Jimin off of you as quickly as he could, an obvious agitation and roughness to his actions. Immediately Jimin turned around, a little shocked to find Jungkook there, but he could hardly process it before Jungkook was grabbing your wrist. 

“What the–” 

“Sorry, I need to talk to Y/n.” He didn’t elaborate at all and, maybe a little too roughly, started pulling you toward the exit in the back.  

“Jungkook what the hell?” You were clearly mad at him and honestly you have every right to be, but Jungkook didn’t pay any attention and quickly led you to the doors at the back of the building.

He forced them open, the doors parting violently, as he led you down the ramp. Outside was an alleyway, a dim light over the door that would flicker occasionally, it being the only thing lighting up the area. The sounds of the loud music from the club faded as the doors shut behind you, but the violent booms of the bass in the music continued to bleed through the brick walls. No one was out here but the two of you. 

“Jungkook?! Hello?!” You called out and he abruptly let go of your wrist. He started pacing back and forth, seemingly very distressed. “I don’t know if you noticed but I was clearly in the middle of something!” You said even more annoyed that he wasn’t saying anything.   

Silence.

“Did something happen?” You asked a tad bit of concern in your voice this time, but all you got was more silence. 

“Jungkook, talk to me please!” You begged, getting even more frustrated. He just dragged you away from Jimin for seemingly no reason and all you got was silence. You were pissed, you wanted him to say something… anything. 

You didn’t know how the silence seemed to grow even louder. 

You had enough of his games.

“Ok… If that’s how you wanna be then…” You were mad and you made sure he knew that. 

You started heading for the ramp but a hand on your wrist pulled you back, suddenly your back was against the brick wall and Jungkook was closer than you remembered. A lot closer. His grip on your wrist was still tight and you both just stared at each other, your breathing heavy.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Jungkook didn’t give you much time to think about it because before you could process anything his lips were suddenly on yours. He didn’t know what he was doing, he didn’t know why he had brought you out here. You were with Jimin, but he didn’t want to think about that right now. Your lips were so soft and his entire body lit up with a fire he had never experienced in his life. 

This was it, everyone was right. 

The kiss didn’t last very long, he finally came to his senses to realize what he had done. 

Jungkook pulled away slowly, waiting for you to push him away, waiting for you to scream, waiting for that look on your face that told him you’d be moving out the next day, but none of that happened. Jungkook saw the look of surprise on your face for a split second. He searched your eyes for any indication of what you were thinking, but you didn’t give him much time to look because you used your hands to pull his face to yours again. 

Jungkook was shocked but was easily able to melt into it, him bringing a hand up to tilt your head so he could kiss you better. He had never felt like this before, the adrenaline was pumping through his veins making everything even more heightened. Your body, your lips, your hands, oh fuck your hands. They had moved to pull at the long strands that covered his head.  

Jungkook knew at that moment he couldn’t be your friend ever again. He liked this way too much for that to be possible.

You were so good, so beautiful, how had he not seen that before? Why hadn’t he done this before? 

Jungkook used his other hand to rest on your waist and pull your body closer. It just wasn’t enough, nothing was enough at this point, he wanted you so much closer. 

Jungkook sent you further into the wall, needing a better angle. You both got more antsy, fevorant touches all over, your lips hastily moving together, the tension that’s been building for years finally… he’s finally…

Jungkook pushed you even further, the hand on your hip going to your thigh and traveling up your soft skin, pushing your dress further up your leg. He needed you now, the desperation becoming too much at this point. 

Jungkook broke away from your lips to dive straight for your neck, planting hurried kisses along your burning skin. You gasped at the feeling and Jungkook ground into you at the sound. He wanted you to keep making pretty sounds for him. 

He decided to suck a little harder this time and the moan you made had him hurriedly chasing his hips into yours as he moved back to quiet you and himself. 

He could have cried at how much his body was screaming at him to have you.

Jungkook had zero regard for the fact they were still in this alleyway, he didn’t care whatsoever. All he wondered was how soon he could get inside you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jungkook’s mind was hazy and the thing he could focus on was how nice your lips felt and how good it felt to rub himself along your thigh like this. You wouldn’t mind right? If he takes you right here and now…

Fuck, your lips, your skin, your body, so good, you were so good, so amazing. Everything happening and he just had to–

Before things progressed any further, both of your attentions turned back to the door that led to the club. A couple, smiling, laughing together, who were likely heading home walked out. You saw the way their smiles dropped when they quickly noticed they were interrupting something. They both tried not to make eye contact as they came down the ramp and headed down the alley. As they passed it was obvious they were talking about the two of you, them hushingly complaining about PDA these days.

Jungkook couldn’t even look at them, knowing what might have happened if they hadn’t interrupted. The awkward encounter didn’t sway him whatsoever though and as the couple made it out the alley, Jungkook turned to face you to see a pained expression on your face. The both of you knew what you wanted.

“Car?” Jungkook rushed out hurriedly and you nodded. You were about to make your dash for the car but you felt his hand pull you back and you looked at him confused. One glance behind you was all you needed to see to notice the very obvious problem that you had made.

Jungkook looked around, his face flushed, a sense of embarrassment clouding over him as he pulled you close. If you didn’t feel it before you certainly could now. It made you even more excited. “Don’t walk too far ahead…” He whispered and you got the picture. 

As quickly as you could you made the dash across the street and up all the stairs to the parking garage. Somewhere in the back of his mind he silently thanked himself for bringing his car with him and laughing at anyone who decided to make fun of him for doing so. There wasn’t any way he was making it back to the apartment like this.

When you finally made it to the car he couldn’t resist and pushed you into the door. He kissed you hard, not being able to stand being away from you any longer. The little bit of extra privacy and desire to feel you made him bolder, quickly snaking his hand up your thigh and grabbing a handful of your ass. 

“Jungkook—“ You whined way too loudly considering where, instantly having him chase his hips into you. He hurriedly picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he leaned you against the door. The new angle allowed him to practically fuck you with your clothes on. Jungkook kissed you desperately, touching and grabbing everything he could, as he rutted into you. 

Fuck, he needed you now. 

“Jungkook— I need you so bad please—“ You whispered right in his ear. Your words triggered something primal inside of him. If he didn’t get you both inside soon, he wouldn’t give two shits anymore. He was fucking you on his car.

He felt like a fucking teenager all over again, you were literally right in front of the door. 

Jungkook racked his cloudy brain trying to remember where he put his keys. At the same time, your lips started trailing down his neck. You quickly found a spot that instantly had him moaning for you, a particularly hard thrust assuring you that this was the spot. As soon as you figured it out, you kept going, kissing and sucking, getting such pretty whines to fall from his lips. 

“If you keep doing that shit we’re not gonna make it into the car.” He groaned, so fucking tempted to just take you right now, like this. 

Where the fuck did he put his keys?! 

He haphazardly searched through his memories, trying to pinpoint when he had them last when it suddenly came to him. They were in his suit pocket. It couldn’t come soon enough that he reached his hand into it and just like he remembered, he managed to find the fob. 

He hastily pulled it out and unlocked his car. 

He sat you down and hurriedly opened the door. Jungkook climbed in the back seat and you went right in after, climbing straight onto his lap, and slamming the door behind you. 

Jungkook just stared at you for a second, his mind unable to process the beauty that was in front of him. Oh fuck…

You didn’t give him too much time to admire and pulled him back into a kiss, this angle making it so you could easily grind yourself against him. The friction made the both of you moan out, your bodies brushing against each other in a rush to feel. He wanted so much more. 

You broke away from the kiss and focused your attention on kissing his neck right on that spot, enjoying the soft sighs of pleasure he would let out as his grip on your waist tightened. 

Jungkook was going to lose his mind. He tried to come back enough to pull your dress up back over your ass. His hands were quick to feel, making you groan softly. 

That’s it. Foreplay was nice but it’s been so long and he needed to feel you now, his whole body screaming at him to take it up a notch. He wanted to feel you around him, make you his and his alone.

Jungkook hurriedly tugged at the thin strings of your thong. It took him a moment to remember the fact they were in his car, with how cramped it was back here, it would take you way too long to try and get them down your legs. Instead, he moved his hand and used his finger to gently massage your clothed bud, instantly earning him a gratifying moan from you as a reward. 

You were already so wet for him, the lacy fabric soaked and he could have just died right there. You were enjoying this, you were enjoying his touch… Did you want him as much as he wanted you? Has your body been longing for him, waiting for this day to happen? His mind was fuzzy so he didn’t think about it too hard, but it just made him that much more eager to finally be inside you. 

He got a little braver as he pushed your thong to the side, letting his fingers finally slide through the slickness of your folds. 

“Jung–Jungkook, fuck please…” You begged, throwing your head back in pleasure. Maybe in other instances he would have been more inclined to tease you a little but he couldn’t be bothered with you begging for him like that. All he wanted was to please you. 

Jungkook watched your face intently as he curled a finger into you, the both of you moaning out in the process. His whole body reacted, you were so warm, tight around him, so fucking good. If you felt this good around his finger just imagining you around his…

Jungkook couldn’t help rutting into you at the thought. Just wait till he fucks you… 

He eagerly got to work, a finger in your hole while he used his thumb to rub circles around your clit. It wasn’t his best work since he didn’t have too much room to work with, but that didn’t matter whatsoever. 

He marveled at the pretty sounds you would make, he could even feel your arms shaking as you held onto his shoulder. At this point he added another finger, hoping you could take him soo—

Oh my fucking gosh… In an instant he remembered a very important item he left in his drawer in his room. 

He didn’t bring condoms.

They weren’t at all a top priority in his mind since he really didn’t think he was going to have sex tonight. He was so disheveled about the date there wasn’t any ounce of him that considered he could very well be having sex at any point, but fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was the worst possible time he could have forgotten to bring a condom.

Jungkook took out all his sexual frustration of the situation on you, turning it up the notch in making sure he can at least make you cum. He added another finger and his attention focused on your neck till he managed to find the sweet spot that got you to whimper for him. 

You quickly used your hand to cover your month, the only one the tiniest bit aware of the fact that you were getting fingered in a public parking lot. But your efforts to keep quiet didn’t last for too long, Jungkook’s fingers brushing past the spot that made you practically a mess on top of him. 

“There there please!” You tried to whisper but it was no use. Jungkook already knew he found it and you buried yourself in his suit jacket. You were going to scream at this point, your body on fire for a touch you’ve longed for for over a year. 

“I wanna hear you…” He said it so softly you barely caught it with the way your mind was spinning. 

“Fuck— but we’re in public,” you ended up moaning out. You were gonna cum soon at this rate.

Jungkook quickened up the pace of his fingers sliding in and out of your soaking pussy, this angle making it so he hit that spot over and over and— Your back arched instinctively and a moan you just couldn’t contain escaped your lips. He wasn’t going to let you be quiet. 

A fire seemed to burn brighter and brighter inside you, your whole body tingling and ready. You were so close. 

“Fuck fuck fuck, Jungkook please I’m so close!” You cried, throwing your head back. You didn’t care at all who heard you anymore, all you wanted was that sweet release. 

Jungkook’s breathing became heavier as he watched you fall apart on his fingers. The feeling of your warm walls soaking his fingers and the beautiful moans you would let out had him spiraling out of control quicker and quicker. He wanted to fuck you so bad. 

“Please—“ Your moans got louder. You were close and he knew that. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were so close. His grip on your hips tightened and his hips hastily came up to meet nothing. Why did he have to forget condoms? He was moaning along with you. Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuc—

It will forever be ingrained into his memory, the time you came all over his fingers in the parking garage in front of the club. Every single detail. The way you looked him right in his eyes, that look as he saw you reached that sweet release, your moans stopping, the moment so overwhelming you couldn’t even scream. The feeling of the way your walls tightened around his fingers, soaked beyond belief at this point. The way his heart swelled because you were so fucking pretty like this. What made this even more memorable was the result. 

Right in that moment he felt it too, hitting him like a freight train, his whole body shook as he felt that sweet release right along with you. 

You both stared at each other, trying your best to come down from that high feeling. Your breathing was heavy but your body buzzed with excitement, you wanted to feel him, no, needed to feel him at this point. 

You were about to reach down to grab at his belt but your attention focused on the way he hurriedly looked down between the two and back up at you with panicked eyes. 

Confused, you looked down and you saw the issue. The only lights in the car were the little ones bleeding in from the neon signs outside, but the angle was just right for you to see the wet stain that painted his pants. 

“I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m so sorry.” It was clear he was embarrassed, you were almost sure in the darkness you could see his cheeks turning a brighter shade of red by the second. 

You couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Don’t laugh!” He cried, getting more and more flustered. 

“You’re so cute! No need to be embarrassed~” You tried to reassure, but you weren’t really helping. 

“I don’t even know what happened…” Jungkook was in disbelief. This has never happened before and of course of all times it did it had to be with you, the girl he wanted to impress the most. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m serious Jungkook…”

“I know we couldn’t go all the way but fuck I just had to—“ He was ranting but you quickly interrupted, wondering what he meant by that. 

“I forgot condoms…” He sighed, hating to admit the fact but was still shocked when he felt the light slap on his shoulder.

“How could you forget condoms? We literally went on dates today, it’s a date Jungkook, you always bring condoms on dates.” You were flabbergasted by this fact. You knew you should have helped him pack for the date as well. 

The mention of the fact that you both were in fact still on dates with other people had an awkward tension arising and words that needed to be said became even more obvious. 

You were about to say something but Jungkook shushed you. 

“Not here, while I’m like this…” You knew what he was referring to so you just shut yourself up and moved off top of him. Jungkook’s eyes hung onto your form, a worried expression on your face, before he was pushing out the car door and getting out. 

Jungkook tried to hurry and get to the door in front, as it was extremely obvious the minute he stepped out what the two of you were doing in his car. The stain on his dark gray suit was a dead giveaway, but your lipstick was smeared all over his face and neck, and you could even see faint marks of hickeys.

You resisted the urge to laugh as he struggled to get the door open. You were quick to follow him and got in on the passengers side. 

“Uh— we should probably text Jimin and Eun Ae letting them know we’re leaving.” Jungkook pointed out and you felt horrible realizing you already forgot about them. You were actually terrible. 

You and Jungkook sent quick texts to the friends you brought along and Jungkook was pulling out of the parking garage on the way back to your apartment.

Not a word was said to each other on the way over, the silence loud enough to leave your mind spiraling. What the actual fuck did you just do? 

When you both made it back, you both still didn’t talk then, Jungkook immediately headed to the shower before you could even attempt to bring it up. Your mind was flooded and you ended up turning to what takes your mind off stress best and that’s cleaning, more specifically you decided now would be the perfect time to do laundry. 

You just had sex with your best friend. You had sex with Jungkook?! Jeon motherfucking Jungkook. Your best friend. 

You just crossed a line you knew you were never going to be able to come back from. That platonic barrier you tried your best to hide behind was gone and there was nothing you could do about it. 

The fact you both haven’t even talked about what happened made you even more worried. Did he like you? Were you a desperate attempt at a quick fuck? Were you about to lose your best friend? Your mind was so clouded as you loaded clothes into the dryer, you didn’t notice when Jungkook came up right behind you.

“Hello?” Jungkook asked and you nearly screamed. Your body reacted on its own and you turned around to start swinging, or rather more so waving your arms around hoping it’d do something. 

“Hey wait—“ He tried to say but you didn’t even process the fact it was just Jungkook until one of your swings actually did a little damage, a firm slap right across his chest was enough for him to cry out and you finally opened your eyes to see your friend right behind you. 

“Oops” You mumbled already feeling that guilt start to creep up. But Jungkook didn’t look mad whatsoever, if anything he looked amused. He thought you were absolutely adorable. 

Instead of saying anything about it though, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug, resting his head on your shoulder. “It’s me stupid…” He mumbled into your skin.

You couldn’t help but melt into his embrace, that fluttery feeling spreading all throughout your body. He was so warm and you enjoyed the sweet scents of his body wash. “You should have said something sooner..” You pointed out. 

“I did, I kept calling your name but you didn’t hear me.” He retorted and it just made you feel worse. 

Silence passed for a little while before you finally muttered “I’m sorry…” Jungkook didn’t say anything but pulled you tighter against him. 

“What are you doing by the way?” He finally asked and let you go. You got back to working on getting the clothes in the dryer. 

“Laundry, you know when I get stressed I start doing chores…” You muttered. 

“I know that, but why are you so stressed?” He chuckled and you quickly turned around to face him again. 

“Because you’re my best friend and you know what we just did in the back of your car! We just crossed a whole lot of lines and I’m confused—“ You were stern but your eyes couldn’t help but take in his appearance. His long hair was damp and still curly, a white shirt hung loosely around his frame and he had on those strange, bright blue shorts underneath. 

He was absolutely breathtaking.

Jungkook sighed but leaned forward so his hands were back on the washer, caging you in. He was so close. 

“I’m an idiot, I'm sorry…” He sighed as his eye focused right on yours. You were intrigued, waiting for him to continue. 

“This whole week I’ve just felt off, you know? Ever since you brought up you wanted to go on a double date… I tried to convince myself that it was all because of the fact that we were going out again after all this time. I knew deep down and apparently others did as well, that it was because I liked you…” His words made your heart do a backflip.

“I couldn’t accept it for a while because feelings are complicated and the last thing I wanted to do was make the relationship with the person who’s been by my side even during my worst times complicated. Losing you…” You noticed it, his eyes were a little glossy. 

“I couldn’t lose you.” You could have just melted into the floor right there, trying to fight the tears that were threatening to spill over. 

“But when I saw you and hyung together…” His eyes turned away. “I knew I couldn’t pretend anymore… I had to do something before it was too late.” He tried to smile but you could hear the pain in his voice. 

“I’m sorry I was too forward, I just had to do something before you walked away… I didn’t even ask how you feel…” He finally met your eyes once again and he was shocked to see your eyes filled with tears. 

“How do I feel? You really are an idiot Jungkook…” You tried to laugh but you were getting choked up. He looked utterly confused. 

“I’ve liked you since highschool! I spent all this time thinking you didn’t like me back. You never made a move back then, but then we came here and you got a girlfriend pretty quickly. I thought it must have been one-sided, you know? I started dating Incheol but when you came back… I had a little hope over the past year, but when you agreed to go on a double date, I thought it was finally time to give up.”

If Jungkook wasn’t so consumed in questioning his own feelings for you he would have noticed the signs. The way you meticulously analyzed his face when you suggested a double date, hoping he would hate the idea, or at the very least show some disdain to it. He would have noticed the way you slammed the door after he agreed to it and cried silently to yourself in your room at your silly feelings for your best friend. He would have noticed long before the event of Valentines weekend the look in your eyes whenever you spent time together. He would have guessed maybe he had something to do with you and Incheol breaking up. You tried to put on a brave face, at this point thinking Jungkook really didn’t see you that way.   

“What…” His voice was small and he was just staring at you in shock. 

“I think we’re both dumb—“ Jungkook hardly let you finish your sentence before he was pushing you against the washer and finally closing the distance.

The kiss was soft and nothing like what happened at the club. It was just pure passion that had years of negligence behind it. It was a little scary taking this step with Jungkook, you couldn’t lose him either, but you were glad that you were. Your heart was full and you wanted nothing more than to have him closer.

He lifted you on top of the washer, the angle allowing him to pull you closer.   

Jungkook pulled away slowly, the pull of your lips way too enticing but he had something to say. His hand came up to caress your cheek softly before 3 words you’ll never forget left his mouth. “I love you.” His voice barely above a whisper but you heard it loud and clear.

“It’s probably too soon to say that but I just needed you to—“ You didn’t give him time to finish before you were pulling him back, kissing him hard. 

“I love you too…” You probably could have cried in the moment but the words lit a fire in you and you needed him closer. 

Your words sent Jungkook to a new level of insane, he needed to be inside you. You certainly felt it too, the nudging against your thigh made it obvious. 

Jungkook broke the kiss, your breaths were heavy and he was eagerly playing with the hem of your dress. ”Y/n do you wanna—“ He didn't need to finish, you were already nodding your head. 

You were suddenly lifted off the washer, laughing as Jungkook practically sped his way over to your room, kicking in the door and throwing you onto the bed. 

You both giggled but the moment was not lost, Jungkook quickly climbing on top of you and finding your lips once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer, you needed him closer. Your body was on fire and all you wanted was to feel him. 

Jungkook pulled away slowly, hand trailing down your body, and his eyes staring right into yours.

“You’re so beautiful…” His words were soft and had you melting on the inside. 

“Jungkook…”

His eyes scanned over you once more. “We should have done this sooner…” He chuckled lightly, but he was serious. This whole evening wouldn’t have been necessary if he was just honest with himself sooner. 

Jungkook started kissing you lightly down the neck making you gasp. 

“We’re dumb, aren’t we?” You replied breathlessly as he started to suck a little harder. You moaned lightly, knowing this was likely gonna leave a mark. 

“Extremely…” He was hardly paying attention anymore, his full attention now on making you feel good. He wanted to devour you, make you his and his alone.

Jungkook’s attention focused on your eyes as he started pulling your dress up. “Just think about it… instead of all this sexual frustration we could have been— oh.” You couldn’t even finish at the way he rutted into you. 

“We’re so fucking stupid… I feel like I’m gonna explode…” He said bashfully.

“You did earlier...” You playfully teased and could stop yourself laughing at the way his mouth dropped. 

“I hate you so much.” He mumbled, trying to feign being upset but you could see the smile on his face. 

“Says the man who just confessed he loves me~” You giggled and at this he couldn’t help but laugh along with you. Jungkook sighed knowing it’s true. 

You didn’t miss the way he started moving down your body, in between the commotion your body lighting up at what you knew he had in mind next.

He eventually got to the point he was staring right at your long ruined thong and took a shaky breath. He wanted to taste you so fucking bad. 

Jungkook looked up at you. “Please?” He asked hurriedly and you nodded. With your permission he quickly pushed up your dress even further and tugged your panties down your legs. 

“You’re so pretty.” He said absentmindedly, like you weren’t supposed to hear. You chuckled at his words making him look back up at you. 

He flushed realizing he said that outloud but smiled because you did. His shy demeanor quickly shifted as you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Who were you imagining the other night?” Jungkook asked suddenly as he moved a finger through your slick folds.

“What are you talking about?” You questioned, but his finger now circling your clit had your mind elsewhere. 

“That day I was working on my project. Valentine's Day.” 

Silence passed for a little while until you suddenly sat up realizing what he was talking about. Jungkook laughed at the look on your face. 

“You put too much faith in the walls, my desk is right on the other side.” Jungkook had a slight teasing tone to his voice, an adorable bunny expression on his face like he wasn't fingering you right now as he admitted to hearing you play with yourself. 

You laid back down, embarrassment creeping up making your face hot. 

“No need to be embarrassed.” Jungkook recounted back to the words you told him earlier. You just groaned, somehow that made it worse. Jungkook chuckled, but his attention turned toward what he was doing between your legs. 

“I’m serious though. It was hot… really hot.” He smiled. 

“Stopppp…” You cried, both in the way you still couldn’t even look at him, but also his finger started picking up the pace.  

“You were the reason I was up all night trying to work on it.” He chuckled darkly. At this you finally peered down at him. 

“You sounded so pretty, I wanted to come over and help you. I thought you would never be down for that but after tonight, I can’t help but wonder who it was you were thinking of to make you sound like that?” His face was just as innocent as it normally was, but his words were dangerous. 

Your embarrassment in the situation faded immediately and instead a cocky grin spread across your face. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You laughed. 

“Tell me.”

“Make me.” You retorted back quickly. You were playing with fire at this point but you wanted to see what he would do. 

Your words were a challenge, a fire alighting inside.

His sweet smile disappeared as he turned back to your soaking pussy. He smirked and with that challenged head tilt he always did, he said nothing more as he dove straight between your legs. You hardly had any time to react before he was spreading your legs and taking one long lick between your folds. 

Your body reacted on its own, a fire spreading throughout your body and a soft moan escaped your lips. You looked down at him a little shocked but you were a little surprised to find him looking up at you. You saw him smirk quickly before diving straight back then, this time with full intent on making you scream. 

You never really knew what you pictured Jungkook to be like during sex. You never saw anything weird when he was dating Yoona and when you were still dating Incheol you and Jungkook hardly ever ran into each other. You were over at his place mainly, but you would occasionally come back to your shared apartment to hang out. You can still remember all the times you would be lying in bed awake to the sounds of girls moaning their hearts out in the room next door. It wasn’t the quiet guy who had been your friend since high school, but you knew whatever was happening next door was good. 

You finally found out today what all the fuss was about. 

Jungkook was skilled as he swirled his tongue around your clit. Your hands quickly found their place in his dark locks, your body being set ablaze at the pleasure. 

“Oh fuck–” You whinned.

His movements got faster and the more you wanted. “Jungkook, please…” You pleaded. 

He pulled back at your words and smiled. “Tell me then, who were you thinking of that night?” His fingers got back to work teasing your clit. 

“Just forget that and make me– ohhh gosh.” You cried as he moved them to finger your clenching hole. With experience in the car he was quickly able to find the spot that had made you a mess so quickly for him. 

You whined. “Jungkook, fuck, please.” You were practically begged, needing more. 

“I said tell me.” His voice was calm as he looked at you already a mess for so little. The work of his one finger alone was enough to have you brushing against the edge. If anything it made it worse, you could almost taste the release. 

He made sure to speed up the pace pushing over that same spot, maybe it was the drought that made you so sensitive, but you moaned, your back arching at the feeling.

“Tell me Y/N–” Jungkook said again. 

“It was you!” You cried, you couldn’t play the game anymore. “It was you Jungkook!” You made sure to say it again so he heard. Suddenly he stopped. Confused and a little annoyed you looked down to see a stupid smile on his face, both in the fact that he won and you had thought of him like that. 

It was just like this almost, him between your legs as he ate you out for hours, was the fantasy your brain had chosen to go with to try and soothe the ache between your legs. 

“I can promise you I’m better in person.” Jungkook suddenly said and you just playfully rolled your eyes. He already proved that to be true. 

“I’m sure you are, now get back to work, we’ve been deprived way too long for you to try and edge.” You giggled and he laughed at that. 

“What’s wrong with taking our time a little? I like seeing you a mess for me.” He cheesed and your heart swelled. You loved him so much. 

“Jungkook…” You warned and at this he finally took the hint and got back to work. 

He eagerly went to add a second finger inside and his tongue was back to suck on your clit. The combination had that flame quickly returning. His fingers curled inside you and he made quick work of his tongue, not having any shame in making it messy. He groaned against you, an added pleasure he quickly could tell had an effect. 

Jungkook thought you were absolutely beautiful, so pretty and all for him. The sight had him quickly reminded of the fact he didn’t get to finish the way he wanted to in the car and how much he wanted to fuck you. His hips unconsciously collided with your mattress trying to chase some sort of pleasure. It hurt at this point but his attention remained on you. 

He saw you hastily pull down the straps of your dress to play with your tits, and one hand coming back to tangle in his hair. He felt the gentle tugs whenever it just felt so good and he could have died happy right there in that moment. Right between your thighs.

“Fuck, I’m so close–” You hastily cried out. Jungkook took the hint and took it up just a little more and it was more than enough to have you quickly spiraling toward the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. Your body shook and your thighs clamped around his head. As you slowly came down from the experience he continued to devour you until you pushed him away slightly from overstimulation. 

He finally sat up, his face wet from your juices and a big smile on his face. You smiled back at him. Your eyes though quickly went from his face to the obvious tent in his shorts. Jungkook didn’t give you much time to think about it before he was back on top of you and hastily kissing your lips.

If you didn’t see it before you definitely could feel it now, the tip nudging right where you wanted him making you even more eager to finally feel him against you. But you had other plans first…

You made quick work of flipping you both over, leaving you on top and in control. He looked at you a little confused before you kissed him on his cheek, making him smile. 

“What are you doing?” He chuckled lightly as your kisses trailed back up to his lips. You kissed him with a heated passion, wanting him to know how much you loved him. Jungkook was quick to get in the groove, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and pull you closer while his other hand trailed down your back. 

You finally felt him reach the hem of your dress and attempted to try and pull it back up but you pulled away and looked him right in the eye. If he wasn’t confused before he definitely was now. 

You smiled at him and leaned so you were right next to his ear. 

“Not yet, let me repay the favor first.” You whispered and gently took his ear between your teeth before moving to his neck and sucking on it lightly. 

Jungkook was speechless for a little while, the pleasure your mouth was bringing made it hard to think, wanting to just get lost in the pleasure. 

“I don’t know…” He eventually chuckled, the grip on your waist tightening. You finally moved to look at him again. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked a little confused. 

“Wanna fuck you so bad, plus… you looked too good while I was eating you out. I don’t know if I could make it.” His face was flushed, clearly embarrassed by the confession. 

At this you smirked. Oh you were definitely going to repay him, not only for the orgasm but for teasing you earlier. 

You let your hand travel down his body till it rested on the waistband of his shorts. “You sure you wanna say no?” You questioned playfully as you slipped your hand underneath grabbing a fistful of his length. Your antics got an immediate reaction from him, a moan quickly escaping his lips. 

You made quick work and slowly pumped your hand slowly over his length, watching his face scrunch up in bliss. He was so fucking pretty. 

“I–” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as your thumb traced circles over the tip, you could already feel the precum leaking from the tip. 

“Y/n please…” he eventually cried out, making you smile. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked teasingly. 

“No, fuck– please.” He finally peered over at you and saw that teasing look, knowing this was probably because of earlier. 

With the go ahead you moved down the bed, helping him pull his shorts down and tossing them somewhere around your room. The both of you giggled before you found a comfortable place right in front of his cock. 

You stared marveling at what was in front you. His dick was already making your mouth water, the length, the girth, the slight curve, the tip was a flaming red, and precum sliding down the sides. Of course, what more should you have expected from him.

You wrapped a hand around him, right at the base. You wrapped your mouth around the tip, sucking it lightly, enjoying the delicious moan Jungkook let out as a result. You popped off quickly though, earning a groan of annoyance. 

“What happened to no teasing?” He questioned breathlessly. 

You just smiled at him before diving back again. You had every full intention of teasing him just a little longer, but you felt Jungkook’s hand on the back of your head, clearly intended to keep you in place. 

Oh so he wants to play like that?

At this you finally started to take more of him, getting about halfway before you let your hand do the rest of the work at quickly pumping him. You felt him grab your hair tightly and you’ll never forget the way he whimpered, clearly not expecting you to do that. 

It wasn’t long before he let go and you popped off with a smile. You won this time. 

“Y/n please.” No playfulness to his voice anymore, he was begging you. 

You couldn’t resist and you got back to work. You grabbed him again and pumped him quickly and got to work gently massaging his balls. At this you instantly had his arm coming over his eyes, a long groan falling from his lips. 

“Y/n oh fuck, fuck fu–” He was so fucking sensitive. 

He hadn’t been touched in a year, plus your little rendezvous in the car, and now here you were going down on him. Every little flick of your tongue or jerk from your hand had him speeding toward the edge, but he still wanted to take you. 

Your mouth came around him length once more, doing your best to make him feel good. Jungkook couldn’t resist looking, he finally glanced down at you and moaned instantly. You were taking him so well– fuck fuck. 

“Y/n…” He finally moaned. You could already sense what he was about to say. At this you sped up your pace. 

“Oh fuck, you feel so good– but– ohhhh” He cried, his hand coming up to grab at your hair again. 

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna–” He could have cried. The image of just cumming down your throat made him want to let you continue. 

He was so close. 

“Y/n I’m gonna cum…” He sighed, honestly a little embarrassed at how sensitive he was but you were just too good. 

His words didn’t sway you and if anything you upped it a little more. 

“Shit wait wait!” For a second he thought he wouldn’t even be able to tell you to stop, his orgasm so fucking close for a spilt second he wanted it to happen, but right along that edge you popped off and took your hands away. 

His body cried out at the lack of contact and he had to take a second to get himself to calm down. When his attention finally went to you, smiling up at him.

He couldn’t even joke around at that moment and sat up to pull you up so you were hovering over his cock.

“Please…” He was breathless and his desperation was starting to affect you. You pulled down the zipper on your dress and pulled it over your form, you also saw Jungkook hastily ripping off his white shirt and throwing it across the room.

He grabbed your hips and attempted to try and guide you down but you stopped him. He looked at you confused

“Condoms, remember?” You laughed and he did as well realizing his mistake.

“Please hurry…” He whined playfully, watching you reach over to your nightstand, shuffle through its contents, before pulling your hand out empty handed. He was once again confused.  

You stared at him in horror and it had him instantly wanting to commit a crime. “You don’t have any?” He asked in disbelief. You just stared at him.

He tugged on his hair in frustration. “Do you think that the convenience store down the street is still open?” He was trying to come up with some sort of solution. “I don’t even know if there are any in my room, do you think we can find some at this time of night, fuck fuck, why does this keep–” As he was trying to find a way at of this predicament you went back in your drawer and pulled out what he’s needed this entire evening.

“Just kidding~” You cheesed, watching the look on his face. If he wasn’t so horny right now he might have tackled you, but instead he laughed at your antics and he playfully rolled his eyes as gestured for you to put it on.

You ripped open the packaging with your teeth and hurriedly slid it down his length. He was so sensitive from earlier he made it difficult trying to put it on, bucking himself into your hand in search of any type of friction. 

Once you managed to get it on, you wasted no time and lined yourself up before sinking slowly down his dick, enjoying the way he filled you up. 

You both moaned at the feeling. Jungkook hurriedly grabbed your hips at the pleasure. You were so warm, wet, and tight around him, you felt so good and looked so pretty on top of him like this. Oh this isn’t gonna last long.

You sat there for a second, allowing your body to get adjusted but you could tell Jungkook was antsy at the way he subtly ground himself into you for some sort of friction. 

“Y/n– fuck, you’re so–” He cried and you chuckled at his reaction. 

“Does it feel good?” You asked. 

Jungkook just smiled at first, wondering how that was even a question at first. “So go– engghhh fuck…” He sighed as you slowly started to move your hips. You watched him intently as his face scrunched up and you felt the way his grip on your waist tightened. 

With new motivation you finally allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure and just enjoyed the way he felt inside of you, steadily speeding up your pace.

Jungkook just stared up at you. Ever since he met you he never would have imagined himself in this position, you on top while you worked to please him so well. Yesterday he was so adamant he felt nothing but platonic feelings for you and today… He had spent so much time trying to lie to himself, if only he had been honest with himself from the get go you could have done this so much sooner. 

His heart swelled at the thought. He was so stupid. How could he have tried to tell himself he didn’t want this? You bouncing yourself happily on his cock, looking so pretty while you took him so well. Fuck, he was so happy. 

With the way you teased him earlier it didn’t take very much for him to feel that ache once again. Jungkook grabbed your hips and took control, he watched your face turn to one of shock before you melted into the new pace he was setting.

You moaned and he could have sworn he’s never heard such a beautiful sound. He wanted to please you, make you feel good, and in a weird way, repay you for all you’ve done for him. 

“Jungkook, shit, hghhh–” You cried.

Fuck he was close. 

Before you even knew what was happening, suddenly you were on your back, staring Jungkook right in the eye. 

He was quick to set a punishing pace, you could have screamed at the sudden pleasure. Jungkook buried himself in your neck and you could hear all the little grunts and moans he would let out and it was almost too much. So good, you were getting close.

Jungkook could certainly tell, the feeling of your walls gripping him even tighter– fuck. He couldn’t take it anymore. He kissed you sloppily, wanted to feel you even closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck moaning into the kiss, sensing what was happening. 

It didn’t take much time till he was pulling away and burying his head back in your shoulder, a glorious moan spilling from his lips. A wave of pleasure washed over him as you felt his hips still and his whole body shake lightly.

You rubbed his back softly as you helped him work through it. 

You thought this was the end of your game, but you were shocked. Jungkook immediately turned to your nightstand, opening up and shuffling through the top drawer. 

“What are you doing?” You asked breathlessly. 

It was almost immediately that you got your answer when he pulled out another condom. “I’m not done with you yet.” He said as ripped open the packaging with his teeth. 

You were left stunned as you watched him swiftly throw away the used condom and put on a new one, before quickly pushing himself back inside you once more. 

You saw the way his face scrunched up, likely at the pain of overstimulation. His pace was slow, but he continued with deep strokes that made it so he was hitting your clit each and every time, making your toes curl.  

Oh so he was a freak?

For some reason you knew this wasn’t the first time he’s done this. You should have known the way he nearly fucked you out in public in that parking garage. 

Jungkook’s full intention was to make you feel good. He was quick to get back at a moderate pace and then he turned his attention to kissing and sucking on your neck, making sure it was going to leave a mark. 

As much as he wanted to pretend that the rage he felt in the club watching you and Jimin together was far in the past, now that everything was all said, it fueled him even more to want to tell everyone that you were his and his alone.

And just to think, if things didn’t go the way they did his hyung would have probably been in this position… Just the thought of him seeing you like this pissed him off more than it should. 

He wanted to prove himself, that you made the right choice. 

Jungkook was eager to make you cum around him, he needed to feel it. The breathy moans you would let out motivated him, you were so fucking pretty.

Jungkook looked you right in the eyes as he fucked you. Oh you were close. 

“I love you.” He moaned quietly. Oh you were a mess, three little words were enough to send you to another dimension. 

“You feel so fucking good and all fucking mine.” Jungkook groaned, fucking you a little faster. 

For some reason Jungkook getting all possessive while he’s buried deep inside you was so hot, the feeling in the pit of your stomach growing more restless. 

“Jungkook, please, I’m so close.” You cried. 

The pleasurable sting from overstimulation made that fleeting feeling return all too soon for Jungkook as well so he made quick work of finally pushing the both of you over the edge. 

“I love you too, Jungkook, love you so much.” Jungkook had no idea if you said that just because you were close, but the confession was enough for his orgasm to come crashing over him, not once did he slow down though, if anything he went a little faster. 

His efforts were enough as with just a few more strokes you moaned and he was feeling your walls tightening around him. He watched intently, now with the better light, he saw the way you crumbled in his grasp, so pretty as your third orgasm of the day hit you even harder. 

For a little while, it was just the sound of your labored breaths as you both tried to recover from everything. It was peaceful, almost like the calm after a storm. After the exhausting year you’ve both had, it finally led to this moment, together in each other's arms at last. When you both calmed down, Jungkook smiled as he kissed you gently, you couldn’t be happier. 

He was quick to throw away the condom and snuggle up next to you. A moment of silence passed before you both giggled. 

“This day was something…” You smiled. 

“It was, wasn’t it.” Jungkook responded absentmindedly, too busy tracing your features with his gaze. 

You both still didn’t say anything for a while, choosing to let the events of today speak for you. Jungkook was just so enamored by you, happy that everything finally made sense, happy that he was able to be with you like this. For some reason it had his mind going back to the previous year.

The newly revealed sentiment of how much you truly cared for each other made him think back to the dark days and how you helped him through it all. Without you, would he really be here today? You really were there for him, never once asking any questions. As soon as he told you he was struggling, you never left his side and helped him navigate through the path that seemed so endless. 

Even to this day he never really explained himself and you never asked what happened.  

“Hey Y/n.” He finally said, getting you attention. “Last year… I don’t think I ever told you what I was really going through during those months, did I?” He asked suddenly. 

You were a bit taken aback by the question but you answered nonetheless. “Not in much detail.” You noticed his gaze changed from you to peer straight up at the ceiling.

He took a deep breath. “I want to tell you what happened...” It only seemed right, before you take this next step in your relationship, all the cards from his past he kept hidden from you should be laid on the table for you to see. 

He was scared though. Would you still want him after he tells you? 

“Is that ok?” He turned back to you, his gaze unreadable. 

You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t curious. On the day Jungkook told you he had been struggling you knew he was keeping the details as vague as he possibly could, for a reason you had no idea about. You didn’t want to pry, you knew that he had gone through a lot over the last few months so you were content with him telling you anything. All you knew was your friend needed help and you were going to be there for him through that process. 

“If you’re comfortable telling me, I’ll be here to listen,” you settled with saying. 

Jungkook noticed the look in your eyes that told him it was truly fine for him to continue. 

Would you hate him, ridicule him, shame him? All of these were outcomes he wanted to avoid. It’s why he didn’t tell you back then. He was ashamed of himself. 

“At the end of our first semester as you know Yoona and I had a big fight. It all had to deal with you, funny enough. She was upset at how close we were, the fact that we lived together, and that she thought I could have been cheating on her with you. At the time I was upset that she even thought that was a possibility, I was with her, you were my friend and that was it.” Jungkook had to pause for a second knowing the irony of the situation.

You couldn’t hide the look of shock on your face at the information. You thought you were just so drunk that you had somehow heard your name come up in conversation. It had been about you entirely. It stung a bit to know that you had gotten in the way of their relationship like that, but the one detail you did know about this story made that guilt dissipate quickly. 

“We said some pretty hurtful things to each other, with her eventually leaving and that’s when you came in. I really liked her at the time so I wanted to do my best to try and repair the damage that had been done, but when I saw her… when I went to her apartment and saw she was actually cheating on me, it really really hurt.”  Jungkook didn’t even have the words to describe how much pain the revelation brought him. For a while he blamed himself, that he was such an awful boyfriend, an awful person, that it led a girl he would have never in a million years thought would ever do something like that to him, to anybody really. It only made the next unfortunate event even harder to bear. 

“I can only say this now in hindsight, but I didn’t understand at the time how much I relied on her. My mental health wasn’t the best for various reasons, a difficult semester taking its toll, life, I don’t really know the root cause but as soon as I knew she was cheating on me, it all came crashing down harder than I thought it ever could. I shut everyone out, it was too much, but if it couldn’t get any worse I got a phone call from my dad about my uncle.” You could hear the slight quiver in his voice, just at the mention of it. 

You remember the exact moment it happened. You had just woken up. You had been in the kitchen trying to figure out what to have before you head out to your first class. It was nearly the end of the final semester, finals were coming up and you had a whole day of studying planned. Despite your packed schedule, you had also wanted to have enough time to try and be there for Jungkook since he had just gone through a pretty rough breakup, you having gone to bed early as a result. It’s probably why you didn’t hear when he got the phone call late the night before.

You had been making a little breakfast when he suddenly came bursting through his room door, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. You noticed immediately he looked frantic, his face was red, and you could see his cheeks were still stained from tears. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night. 

Jungkook ran straight to the door, but you stopped him concerned and a little confused about what was happening. 

He was barely able to explain to you that his uncle had been in an accident and that he was going back to Busan, tears just were streaming down his face. Without thinking you had pulled him into a hug, Jungkook completely just broke down in your arms. 

He was out the door before you truly could say goodbye. 

“I went back to Busan and tried my best to process everything, hoping that this sinking feeling would pass and I could get back to some level of normalcy. Weeks started to go by and all I could feel was nothing. I didn’t cry anymore, I wasn’t angry, nor was I ever truly happy, it was just gray everywhere I looked.”

“Christmas came and went and the new year started. All of those holidays only made it worse, seeing how happy friends and other family were, the fact that it was just nothing made me even more desperate for anything.”

Jungkook had to stop again, knowing what was coming next. 

“It was around the time we were supposed to start heading back for the spring semester that some friends had called me and asked to meet up. We talked and I ended up telling them things have been hard lately so they invited me to a party to try and cheer me up. I was desperate so I said I’d be there, hoping it might help me feel anything. I drank a lot, tried to have fun, but again things just became worse when nothing helped.” 

He couldn’t even look at you anymore.  

“They invited me to another one, this time I thought maybe sex might help, it didn’t, not at all and left me feeling more empty than ever. It was sometime after this that I started having some pretty scary thoughts bouncing around my head.” It truly had gotten so bad so quickly. The depression had quickly consumed him and any effort he made to try and make things better only seemed to make things worse. He felt trapped, that there was no way out of this hole. 

“I was desperate for anything at that point so when those same friends called and asked to meet up again… this time… this time they offered certain um… illegal substances. I should have said no, I know, but I was looking for anything to make it better so…” For some reason Jungkook was waiting for you to say something, to scream at him, anything, but you remained silent as his words hung in the air. 

He didn’t have the courage to face you to see your expression. Instead he kept going. 

“It wasn’t perfect, but for a little while I finally felt ok, better than ok even, but the crash was horrible and I felt the regret starting to take hold. It was only once when I was in Busan, but by then the semester had started and I needed to get back. That’s when I came back to the apartment. I wanted to tell you everything but then you opened the door and I saw Incheol with you… I didn’t understand why at the time, but seeing you with him… It made me so angry so I just shut everyone out.”

“Before I left my friends gave me the number of a friend they had in Seoul who carried and so instead of focusing on my work that I should have I turned to chasing that high and dealing with an even worse low. I stayed out as much as I could, I didn’t want to see you with Incheol, plus I was ashamed what would happen if you saw me like that. I didn’t want you to see me like that.” Your eyes were teary and his was as well, a couple had even begun sliding down his cheeks. 

“Jimin hyung saw the worst of it actually. Too many times would I head over on something and he would yell at me but he would always help me through it. I was also at his place a lot dealing with sober thoughts and he kept my mind occupied so I wouldn’t do anything rash.”

“It wasn’t until that day I got the message from my advisor telling me how bad everything was that I snapped out of it enough to try and look for help. That’s when I told you. Besides the work you helped with, you were just being there for me without asking too many questions… It was more sympathy I deserved considering how weird things had been since I left. You brought me back and I can never be more grateful.” It was only then that Jungkook finally looked over at you, your face was stained with tears and you were trying your best not to make too much noise so you didn’t disturb his story. 

“I mentioned this now because being here… I should have known after all that what I felt for you was more than just being my best friend. I didn’t want to lose you so I tried to push away the obvious and tried to just keep being just your friend. I’m so happy I can be here with you now, like this, together. And I wanted to thank you for the millionth time, you pulled me out of a dark place that I never thought I was going to come back from. I’m just so happy.” He tried to chuckle but seeing you crying made this difficult discussion that much more emotional.

It felt so good telling you. 

You quickly pulled him into a hug, finally letting the emotions spill over. 

“I wish I was there for you more, you struggled so much I– I–” You sobbed, absolutely heartbroken that he went through this. “If only I had noticed, if I wasn’t so focused on Incheol I could have–” 

“Don’t say that. You were happy, I didn’t want to burden you with my problems.” Jungkook said, trying to wipe away your tears.

“Burden?! Jungkook, I was your friend, don’t think you would ever burden me.” You sobbed, the tears continuing to stream down your face, making more and more go down his as well.

“Fuck, I love you so much, of course you would say that.” There were no words in any language to accurately describe how much he cares for you and how he will eternally be grateful for being there with him. 

You both smiled and Jungkook reached over to grab some tissues to wipe your faces. You both tried to make light of the situation and giggle at how messed up you truly were. Between the sex and now the crying your makeup had smeered all over your face. 

“Jungkook, truly though. If you ever go through any sort of hard time again know I’ll be here for you ok.” You reassured him.

“If you ever go through a rough time, I’ll be here for you and then some.” He smiled. 

“Don’t be afraid to lean on me, life gets hard but at least we have each other.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he moved to make sure you hit his lips instead. 

You both laughed, but quickly went back in for another.

“You actually can’t get rid of me.” Jungkook giggled as he started peppering kisses all over your face.

“And I don’t want to.” It was just love, you loved this man. 

“By the way, I wanted to ask whose room should we stay in? Should we just get a new apartment?” Jungkook questioned, kissing down your neck.

You thought about it for a second.

“We could move after graduation. We could figure something out so that it’s a little closer to my law school, or maybe something closer to your job, whichever one you decide to take.” 

Jungkook was pretty talented in his field, over the years managing to work as assistants for camera operators and editors in movies and various kdramas. He already had a promising resume. He worked a ton of jobs, did various commissions for friends, peers, even his school had him shoot something. He also was working some type of internship most of the time, the only time you can remember him not working was when he was going through that hard time. 

It was certainly going to be impressive to the production companies. With all the jobs he applied for, Jungkook’s professors and advisor assured him that he was bound at least to make it to the interview stage and was probably going to end up with multiple offers. 

His achievements were certainly amazing, but he had a tendency to downplay them.   

Jungkook nodded, the plan made sense. “For now though, you could move to my room. It’s a little bigger, maybe you could keep your clothes in your closet, but you could sleep here most of the time if you want.” You added. He just nodded along, until his brain actually processed what you were saying.

“What, aren’t our rooms the same size?” He recounted what you told him all those years ago once you decided to move here. 

You cringed at the mention of that. “5 extra square feet makes you do some crazy things.” You chuckled weakly. 

“Yah wait– what did you just say?!” 

“You never noticed!” You tried to defend but it was too late and he was already tackling you back down to the bed. 

Was he mad, not at all, if anything this was just an excuse to get you in this position. It’s strange what a year does to your libido. He couldn’t get enough of you. 

Jungkook kissed you all over your face and neck, making you laugh at the way it tickled. 

“I love you.” He said between kisses. 

“I love you too.” You made sure to look him in the eyes when he said it. You wanted him to know how much you meant it.

You were so happy. 

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All The Sweetest Things | Armin Arlert x fem reader x Eren Yeager

‣ genre; 18+ explicit smut

‣ word count; 2.4k

‣ notes; this is just me living out one of my favorite poly-ships.

‣ tags; college/modern au, time skips, somnophilia, poly relationship, mmf threesome, established relationship, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, angst, fluff, fingering, fellatio, cunnilingus, snowballing, mentions of pregnancy, voyeurism, lactation kink, bondage, double penetration, mlm, anal m receiving, slight mommy kink, arguing, breeding kink, nipple play, praising, Eren x Armin, unedited work.

Armin m.list | Eren m.list

Friday 10:38 p.m.

Armin was able to tell from the way your eyebrows furrowed together that Jean had something irritating you, judging from your lips turning into the most beautiful smile he’s seen almost to a snarl that was his cue to say goodbye to Levi and Erwin who kept their conversation going not noticing the absence.

“Why do you have to talk about Eren like that?” Your voice floated above the music playing in the background, gaze narrowing on Jean waiting to throw the cold liquid sloshing around in your cup in his face.

The entire time of the party you heard snippets of his conversations with people always somehow bringing in your boyfriend’s name in some lame attempt to drag him down for their pissing contest that always went down each time they ended up together.

“Because he’s a-” Armin quickly shot his hand out grabbing your elbow that was rearing back to splash the contents of your drink. Your head snapped looking at your other boyfriend, instantly all the anger you had diffused seeing the soft look he gave you trailing his fingers down to your wrist pulling you closer to him wrapping his arm around your waist.

Blue eyes met brown in a silent stare-off.

“You’re lucky I came when I did Jean, you better keep your mouth quiet about Eren,” Armin told him before walking away with you, his fingers twisted in your shirt guiding you both to the kitchen.

The scowl on your face caught Eren’s attention, he and Armin sharing the ability to gauge your mood just by a glance.

“What’s the matter?” Eren asked concerned, the look on his face matching yours. Putting his glass down he grabbed your free hand pressing small kisses to your knuckles, his green eyes sparkling with sheer love.

Armin let go of you letting you step into Eren’s embrace, his arm slung around your back with your arms wrapped around his waist. It didn’t matter who was holding you because either way, you felt at peace.

Saturday 5:14 a.m.

Armin laid on your left side his fingers barely tucked under the hem of your panties while Eren kept his hand on your thigh that he liked having hooked over his.

It was a comfort thing so was him waking up slowly eyes blinking away sleep trying to focus on your hazy outline. As soon as you three stumbled through the door all clothes were shed and left on the floor to be picked up later.

“Armin?” Eren whispered disturbing the soft sound of your breathing, your bare breasts rising and falling with each inhale and exhale.

“Mhm?” Came the blonde man’s response rubbing circles down to your clit watching the way your legs parted on demand feeling the pressure from Armin’s touch.

“She looks so beautiful. I don’t know about you but I want to nurse from her, don’t you?” Eren asked sitting up pushing you flat on your back gently. His mouth already open leaning forward latching onto your nipple suckling softly all the while Armin moved his fingers down to your pussy splaying your lips open letting Eren slide two fingers in your cunt, his eyes rolling to the back of his head feeling your walls pulse around him.

“What do you think she would look like pregnant?” Armin wondered out loud, it was the first time he ever mentioned it to anyone else so it was nerve-wracking at first but hearing Eren’s whimper to his question along with him rutting against your hip gave Armin the answer he needed to know.

You three have been dating long enough to know what you wanted out of life so marriage and children seemed to be the next natural stage but still, there was a part of him that wanted it to just stay the three of you.

“Eren? Armin?”

You opened your eyes to see both of your nipples in their mouths, fingers kneading the soft flesh of your breasts. They took turns pumping in and out at first lazily with one finger then two rubbing and curling bringing you to the edge before bringing you back down hearing your small whimpers bucking your hips, “Cum, I’m so close.” Your mind was still in limbo, your body fully awake from the sensations.

It was cute to Eren hearing you pant and watching your hands fist in the sheets, back arching trying to seek their touch again.

“Ask to cum mommy, we want you to milk our cocks. Can we fuck a baby in you?”

Your eyes drifted shut pulling your bottom lip between your teeth while Eren rubbed your clit with his thumb slowly before leaning down spreading you open flicking his tongue against your clit letting Armin sink his cock inside feeling Eren’s tongue slide up and down his shaft with each thrust of his hips, each time he bottomed out, “A-Armin.” You whined feeling the stretch.

“Answer us, or we won’t cum inside you.” He said grabbing your jaw softly turning your head to look at him.

Having a baby with the two men you loved most brought a swell to your heart as you nodded your head, "Yes."

Armin looked at you, refusing to lose eye contact, it was fun to him watching you squirm from the intense gaze, moving his hands to your wrists he pinned them above your head keeping his pace slow feeling the familiar tightening in his balls already.

Between feeling you squeeze him and your boyfriend’s tongue lapping up the juices from your orgasm loudly, he threw his head back shutting his eyes.

“I want it! Please!”

It was a tangle of limbs at this point as Armin rutted into you losing control of his hips cumming hard holding you down pumping you full feeling it trickle out, he looked down and watched Eren lap up at the mess hungrily before sitting up cupping the back of his neck. You clenched around Armin’s dick watching him spit in his mouth, “Taste the mess you both made.”

Monday 7:13 p.m.

“Why are you acting like this?” It was the question Eren asked you over and over walking back in the living room watching you sit on the couch ignoring him. Irritation brewed heavy in the air like a storm each time he asked you until it snapped, turning off the tv you rose from your spot looking at him.

“Because no matter how much I tell you something it never changes Eren, that’s probably why. That’s why I’ve been ignoring you in hopes you would do something. I ask you to help around the house like pick up your clothes or do the dishes but you don’t. It goes through one ear and out the other so I’m forced to come home and pick up after you like some sort of child.” Your voice was quiet but it came out sharp, dripping with venom.

“Then on top of it you’re pushing me and Armin away, I keep asking what’s the matter but you won’t talk to me or him. We’re here to listen, lean on us. I want to help you, we both do. Eren, I love you more than words could ever describe but you have to open up to me otherwise this relationship can’t progress.”

Eren’s mouth fell open trying to formulate a response but he fell short hearing Armin step through the front door, “Hey guys-” he cut off taking in the hostile environment. It wasn’t new for him to come home to an argument so he kicked his shoes off and hung his jacket up, “What’s the matter?”

The silence was the only thing that greeted him before you turned around effectively ignoring the situation as a whole walking into the shared bedroom of you three. Armin glanced at Eren hearing the soft click, it was said in your actions that feelings were hurt in whatever just exploded between you and him.

“Have I been pushing you two away?” Eren asked, his eyes misting with tears. He didn’t want to lose either of you, it was an obvious answer but hearing Armin confirm what you just told him to put everything into motion.

Tuesday 11:49 a.m.

Arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind leaving sticky kisses on your bare neck then a deep chuckle vibrated your back, “Eren, what are you eating?” You asked turning in his arms gazing at him, a shit-eating grin pulled his lips back in a smile showing you his blue-colored tongue.

“A sucker, then I got to thinking of the way you were sucking me and Armin-” You cut him off placing a hand over his mouth, “Last night yes. I know what you’re referring to. Are you going to be home later?”

You wrapped your arms around him nuzzling your head against his chest, a habit you do both to him and Armin finding comfort in the motion. Both of them felt the most wanted when you did that, it shows that you need them just as much as they need you.

Most people found it rather strange seeing the three of you together, usually with you in the middle of Armin and Eren holding their hands and kissing each other, but it never mattered to either of you if someone said something unless it was a rude remark to you or Armin, Eren wasn’t afraid to say anything.

He’s done it before and will always do it, ending up with split lips and bruised knuckles sometimes.

Eren gazed at you feeling his cheeks heat up, his heart racing rapidly, “I love you, I’m so happy to have you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead pulling away, “I’ll pick you up from class.” With a wave you watched him disappear around the corner in search of Armin, the other part of the trio.

Wednesday 1:17 a.m.

“Eren!” Your fingers dug in his shoulders sitting up further impaling yourself on his and Armin’s cocks, sandwiched between them both they thrust into you almost snarling against your skin. Another tangle of limbs ensued, you felt nails drag down your skin not knowing who it was.

“God-Armin! Slow down!” Eren panted feverishly feeling your cunt squeezing him and Armin grinding against his sensitive cock. He held your waist throwing his head back and digging his heels in his bed trying to squirm away from the feeling.

A throaty laugh sounded from behind you, Eren’s begging only spurred Armin on to fuck you harder digging his fingers in your shoulders bearing you down on the both of them.

All three of you were close to another orgasm listening to the rain beating against the window, lightning illuminated the room in a sudden burst highlighting the erotic act of teeth clacking together in a kiss, nipping at each other like wild animals mating succumbing to nature.

Friday 7:45 p.m.

Your fingers ran through Eren’s hair lightly scratching scalp, he looked up from between your legs with his arms hooked under and around your thigh squeezing. You always found comfort looking in their eyes too, the love you three shared was very visible in the gazes or stolen looks all of you shared which happened at parties a lot.

“Mhm?” You hummed tugging on the strands teasingly earning a fake gasp, “I just think you’re so beautiful is all, smart, talented, funny, and incredibly sexy.” Eren murmured shutting his eyes relaxing under your touch, it was only payback for the many massages he gives you.

Your face heated with the compliment because it was mainly Armin who was good with his words so it was always a surprise when he said that, his love language was in his gift-giving and the never-ending cuddles.

“And I can say the same, I think you’re wonderful Eren and I’m proud to call you my boyfriend.”

It was his turn to melt with the sweet way you whispered it in his ear trailing kisses down his neck hands kneading his shoulders working away the tension, “What’s the matter?” You asked hearing the way his breathing changed.

“Class and work are killing me. I haven’t spent time with you or Armin and I miss you both so much, it’s like none of us are home at the same time.” He confessed opening his eyes to glance at you, opening up to you made him feel vulnerable each time but each time you showed him compassion trying to understand and help him any way you could.

“Armin’s home right now, why don’t you go get him and I’ll set up a movie for us to watch.”

With you settled perfectly between Armin and Eren your eyes drifted shut halfway through the movie lulling you to sleep making both of them chuckle, Armin helped you laid down before reaching over to hold Eren’s hand. In a matter of minutes both of them were naked on their knees, Armin bent over the couch with Eren behind him holding his waist.

“You’re so sweet too baby, I know I tell her that but you are too.” Eren moaned in his ear wrapping his fist around Armin’s dick jerking him off slowly, heavy panting stirred you awake along with the couch shaking. “S-Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you up sweetheart.”

Your pussy throbbed watching Armin arch his back against Eren’s chest, his teeth leaving red blotches on his pale skin. It was a sight to be seen, both of them trying to cling to each other murmuring, “I love you.” in between kisses hands roaming everywhere.

It was enough for you to tug your panties off throwing them behind you, with your cunt on display Armin hooked his arms around your legs pulling you closer burying his tongue between your lips eating you hungrily letting you cum first before pulling you on his lap using the thrusts of Eren’s hips to fuck you.

Sunday 8:23 a.m.

When there was a day all of you had it always ended up at the grocery store, you pushing the cart while Armin and Eren argued about what to buy for dinner. It was cute the way they interacted with each other, their fingers linked together and heads pressed against one another walking down the aisle, “Are you coming or not?” Eren asked looking back at you stepping away from Armin letting you stand in the middle nuzzling your head in their chests.

BEFORE AND AFTER. | EREN. J x F!READER 18+

━━━ eren j. x f!reader x armin a. ➝ chapter one

“we can’t choose who we fall in love with but we can choose how to end it.”

in which, you and eren have history that dates back to high school. as adults, you’ve gone your separate ways but have come back together through a reunion. with him back in your life, it’s hard to ignore the feelings you used to have for him as they come rushing back in. in addition, armin can’t seem to get you off of his mind and will do anything to prove to you that he’s the better man for you; even when he’s got a pregnant fiancé waiting for him at home. too bad for him, eren’s never lost a fight and he’s too greedy to share.

genre ➝ modern au, toxic!eren, dilf!armin, romance, fluff, lots of angst, infidelity, hurt/comfort, violence, explicit smut

tags/warnings ➝ sexual content, unprotected sex, f. receiving (oral sex), rough sex, biting/scratching, mean dom eren, toxic relationship, manipulation, possessiveness, hate sex, phone sex, mutual masturbation, an overly flirty armin even though he’s engaged & other tags i can’t rmr at the moment hehe

wc ➝ 18.6k

a/n: sooo, this series is a repost and has finally made its long awaited comeback, hehe. for those that are familiar with this fic, you’ll notice that i did indeed shove the first two chapters already written into one so that’s why the word count is so much! i will be posting the next chapter once it’s been revised and edited over by me and my bestie @chelamedina <3 enjoy and reblogs are very appreciated!

"Eren? Eren who?"

"What? You don't remember? The really shy guy with the glasses? He used to sit behind you in 4th period. Oh my god, he was obsessed with you. You really don't remember?"

"I...wait. Hold on...That's Eren?"

"Yep. Not so weird and nerdy now, huh?"

"Not at all."

As you leaned against the back wall of the overcrowded room nursing your glass of wine, your eyes never left the one man that made coming to the reunion worth it.

No more glasses. No more braces. No more baggy clothes that looked like they went two weeks unwashed. No more short hair that always made him look several years younger than he actually was. No more of the sixteen year old boy that you used to know.

Eren Jaeger, now 23, and hotter than all of the guys that tried coming up to talk to you ever since you stepped foot into the party.

Suddenly, a distant memory came to mind and took you away momentarily. 

— flashback.

Your hands are shaky. You don't know where to put them as you're positioned right over his face, feeling his tongue lap across your desperate cunt. You're unfocused and you can practically hear your blood pounding in your ears as you settle your fingers into his hair and moan out, earning a groan from the male underneath you. 

"Fuck, don't you sound pretty?"

He eats at you, hungry to bring you to the brink so he can feel your thighs shake at either side of him, just barely catching your cry as you release right on his tongue. To know that he's the one that's making you feel good. To know that he's the only one that's allowed to touch you so intimately and have his name roll off of your tongue as you clench onto nothing, trying to not topple over as electricity travels throughout your body, bringing you over the edge.

You cry out his name and finally find purchase in putting your hands in his hair, rocking your hips to ride out your orgasm. 

It's only moments after that you're switched underneath him, toned arms hooked at the undersides of your legs, keeping them at his waistline as he fucks into you like it's your last day on earth. It feels like it. Feels as though he's going to lose you. That you'll slip right out of his grasp and never see you again. It's why he has to have you now. To show you why you're better off staying with him. That you can't possibly do better than him.

You whine and pull him down, pressing yourself close enough to melt into him. To tie your bodies and souls together. 

He nips and bites at your jawline, moving down to your neck, suckling hard enough to leave a bruise. A mark of his own. One that's viewable to the public eye, announcing that you belong to someone and aren't meant to be touched or even looked at by anyone else. 

He's insecure. He's even scared that you will find someone better than him and it eats away at him everyday. Every moment, every second that you're apart because he feels that if he doesnt have eyes on you every waking moment, he'll lose you. He'll do anything to keep you. 

Your nails push into the skin of his back, intending to create marks deep enough to last days afterwards. It's not a territorial act, more in the realm of hating who he is. You can't stand the way he looks at you. The way he watches you. It feels as though he's waiting for you to crack. To make a mistake and prove him right that all humans are flawed. All but him. He's perfect and at some point, you began believing that as well. A god living amongst humans, using them like pawns to some sick twisted game he’s created. 

You want to leave him. Find better, because there's better out there but you can't. You're in love with him and that's the most dangerous feeling of all.

"I love you," he expresses in a low voice, dark eyes focusing on the way your breath hitches in hearing his confession. It's your first time hearing him say it, and you aren't sure what to say back. You love him but you also know that the moment those three words leave your mouth...that's the day you’ll see how trapped you really are. He's told you that you aren't confined to him, but it's a lie. You can't leave him and he knows it. It's why a confident smirk splits across his face and a hand of his finds its way around your soft throat. He leans up, still moving his hips, looking down at you through dark lashes. "Too afraid to say it back? That's alright. Your silence speaks for itself, you know."

Raw anger courses through your veins as you claw at his back, feeling your walls constrict around him in shame. He's rough and disregarding in the way he slaps you across the cheek, cooing as fresh tears fall down your face. He tells you how pretty you look when you're staring up at him in hate. How much he adores watching you break over and over at the realization that this is your life. Doomed to love a man that's irrevocably insane.

"I hate you so much," you sputter out and feel one of your hands pull away from his back and lock above you. He holds your wrist in an iron grip, head tilting in mild wonder.

"Hate is a strong word when you're crying and babbling about how good I fuck you." His nose skims across the center of your throat before trailing up over your lips and pressing against yours. You can't escape his scent; through the sweat is a faint hint of earthly melange, tonka bean and jasmine. He isn't a cologne sort of guy so he burns through a few candles a day and smells like them without fail. Vanilla also wafts past your nose, caressing your senses like hot rocks on an aching back. It's soothing and it almost makes you forget where you're at.

You blink and are forced back into reality, noticing the frown on your boyfriends' face. 

"Where did you go?" He asks you and you think of what to say. The truth?

"I...I was thinking about the candles you like so much. Did you light some today?"

His scoff at your obvious question makes you flinch and think about turning your head to the side, away from his judgemental gaze. What keeps you is that smile... You know that smile. 

The day that you met, he was timid. A shy one that caught your eye by the way he made you feel with numerous compliments and shy kisses. The gentleman that walked you home to make sure you made it back safely. 

You like looking back on that day. Eren was so nervous, and he made plenty of mistakes to show for it. It was the most you'd ever laughed. After a while, he got comfortable. There were no more surprise dates or spontaneous sex behind a ride at the amusement park. The inquiries about you and your life stopped and you began to feel insignificant in his eyes. Beginning to believe that he's grown bored of you and seeks someone more exciting; refreshing.

It's scary to know that you're being replaced. That you're no longer enough. It has you wondering what you are kept around for if not because you're wanted and loved. Is it because of what you give him, even when you hardly feel like it? Has giving into him each time become boring for him? 

You consider yourself to be a people pleaser. Someone that loves to give and doesn't ever expect anything back. It's a double edged sword. Overtime, it hurts to always give and never receive. Especially in a relationship. You love Eren, but loving him has become too painful to bear. There needs to be a breaking point for you...and you're almost positive you've reached it.

"Of course I did," he answers, pecking your  lips as he moves his hand from your throat to rest against the cheek he'd previously hit. "I'm sorry, by the way." You release a breath you didn't know you've been holding in. "I don't like being mean, but sometimes the things you say really get under my skin. You know this and still do it. Why?" He questions and there's a sense of deja vu in the air. 

Eren is manipulative in every sense of the word. He turns situations around from himself to you, making it seem as though you're the cause. He's always the victim and it's unnerving how well he plays this role of his. Nothing is ever his fault because he's perfect and you're flawed to the soul. Even so, you put up with it all and love him the same because he's all you've ever known. First boyfriend who managed to take all of your other firsts. How can you let go of someone you've known for so long? 

He's so imperfect that he's begun appearing absolutely perfect in your eyes. He feeds you many lies, obvious ones, that you end up turning into nothing but truths because he’d never lie to you. He loves you. More than anyone. The love of his life and lying to someone like that—it isn't love. 

"I'm sorry," you quickly say. It's meant to disperse the conflict that's sure to come from a topic like this so you're happy to nip it in the bud and move on. It pleases him enough so he peppers your face in gentle kisses, causing you to quickly forget all of the things that's truly wrong with him. Wrong with you, even. 

He touches you like you're made of glass now, but the feeling remains at the back of your mind as you fall into a deep black mass of nothingness, too afraid to stay at the surface because that's where Eren is and you want to be as far away from him as humanly possible.

He groans and asks you if you're close. You don't verbally answer but your body takes care of that for you as you fight to hold onto him with your free hand, pulling him even closer than he already is. He's mumbling nonsense in your ear about loving you until the end of time. That you're the only one for him. That he'll never let you go and all of that acts as chains that continue to weigh you down further...and further... Until there isn't any light at the end of the tunnel. When you reach the end, it's black. There's nothing but more false promises that you happily take because you're now positive that you can't get any better than him.

That Eren is all you need.

"Fuck," he groans into your neck, almost biting into your shoulder as you wince, blinking away wave of frustrated tears, trying to egg on your orgasm so that it'll all be over and done with. "Gonna let me breed this tight cunt of yours? Imma fill you up, baby. Get you nice and full. Would you like that?" He's abusing your poor cunt, rendering you almost speechless as you feel yourself tip over the edge just as you go to make a response. 

You cum before him and it angers him because you fall limp, and it does almost nothing for him. The moment you realize this, it’s too late. 

"Eren, I-"

"Shut up." 

You're flipped onto your stomach and feel his hands roughly pull you up into the air, angling you just right. You open your mouth to speak but you’re quickly cut off by a hand clamping over your mouth and feeling his cock sink back inside of you without warning. He's fucking into you with shared hate, telling you that you're useless and warns you not to cum again. Not before he does and it makes you cry. You know that crying only excites him more but you can't help it. Life is unfair. So unfair. You only desire for him to love you like he did in the beginning of your relationship. Wondering how things came to be like this. 

Where is the guy that you used to know?

When he cums, he paints your aching walls with white, gripping onto your waist leaving pretty bruises for you to cry more about later. Your entire body hurts when he pulls out and presses you into the sheets. You're panting and he's releasing the rest of himself along your back, mumbling something that you can't quite make out. Your mind feels too foggy to understand anything but you catch the last of what's being said to you, heart wrenching painfully inside of your chest.

"—be back later, kay?" 

In truth, you don't  want him to come back. You often wish that he'd get into a tragic accident and never make it back home. Or, he decides to stay with the girl he's been fucking behind your back, letting you go completely. Once and for all. You wish for a lot of things but they never seem to come true. 

You're doomed to an ugly reality with no means to escape.

You pity the girl that lies on the bed, alone in a room that feels like it's getting closer and closer. Feels sorry for the girl that is overshadowed by another, never meant to be as important as her. You also pity the girl that Eren has his eyes set on. She's been subjected to a life of pain, shame and utter misery but doesn't even know it yet. 

You laugh to yourself. Laugh until your sides begin to hurt and the pain near your heart sticks in its final pin.

"I hate this. I hate him so fucking much."

— present.

Bright white teeth flashed underneath the gleaming lights above, clearly laughing over something his friend and date were talking about. 

The situation-ship with him had been so toxic, there was nothing you wanted more than to continue ignoring his entire existence. It worked since you graduated and moved away. There was no reason you needed to talk to him again.

That was the moment you'd realized that Armin had changed as well. His glasses were also gone and looked a bit taller. His ears were pierced and there looked to be a shiny new ring on his finger—

"Holy shit, is he getting married?!" You half whispered to yourself, eyes almost popping out of your head. You squinted to see it better and it was unmistakable. The lights in the room reflected off of the silver band wrapped around his ring finger, proving to be true.

"Who?" Sasha squeezed past a couple to get to you, looking around the room once she was by your side again. "Who's getting married?"

"Armin. Remember? The guy that was friends with Eren back in high school," you answered, unable to stop staring at them. Married? It had only been five years. How did someone marry in that short amount of time?

She gasped, looking between you and the blond across the room. "Are you shitting me? That's Armin? Wow," she finished off her glass, shaking her head. "He looks...different."

"Yeah. They both do."

It was strange seeing people from high school and finding out how they grew up years after graduating and leaving. Eren and Armin used to keep to themselves. Were practically loners that talked about star wars and video games. When Eren was brought up in a conversation earlier, you'd acted as if you didn't know who Sasha was referring to. There was no reason to even speak to either of them. Especially Eren. As far as you knew, he was just another person in the room.

"I need me a man," you breathed, taking a sip from your glass. Sasha giggled, placing hers on an empty tray that a waiter was holding, walking past the two of you.

"No you don't. Not just because you see a bunch of these people coupled up." She wrapped her arm around yours, locking it there. She smiled. "We'll get boyfriends. Eventually… In the meantime, I say, let's do a little mingling so we won't give everyone the impression that we don't like them."

You frowned a little. "Yeah but I don't like half of them. Some were real assholes back then."

Sasha sighed before pulling up a fake smile. "Okay. Let's just pretend we forgot, hm?" And just like that, you were pulled off into the crowd you tried your best to stay away from and were forced to say hello, and fall down memory lane with half of the room. Most were boring conversations. Majority of the people you talked to only wanted to boast about their successful businesses and great set of kids they had or were on the way. It was all insanely nauseating, you couldn't think of a lousier way to spend your night.

When it was time to tell stories from high school, you decided that it was time to go and get some air. There was no way you were going to stay and listen to made up stories that didn't even happen. Fabricated and beefed up to sound a little more interesting (and start unnecessary conflict).

None of that was your sort of scene so you chose to stand out by the balcony, letting the cool night air poke and prod at the rising goosebumps along your arms and legs.

With a satisfied sigh, you leaned against the stone railing that held you back from soaring to your death down below into a street that was filled with the usual click clack and chatter of the nightlife.

You'd lost Sasha in the crowd inside before Jean had grabbed the microphone and began spouting off stories you were more than positive no one in the room but him even remembered. She insisted on talking with someone and you tried to keep eyes on her but there were just so many people, it was impossible.

However, having a moment alone didn't seem like a bad thing. It was nice.

"It's peaceful out here, isn't it?" A soft spoken voice said as the owner of it moved forward to stand next to you, but far enough to give you proper space. You were tempted to look but didn't in case it ended up being someone you remembered. A confrontation you clearly wanted to steer clear from considering you'd left the party to stand out under the moonlight, alone. 

Or, so you thought.

"I'm not much for parties. I can only assume you feel the same if you're out here, away from everyone."

Why was he talking to you? Did he know you?

You took a small peek at him and thankfully he was looking out into the city. The moonlight was bright enough to illuminate his features, giving you the opportunity to recognize him immediately.

It was Armin and god did he look unreal up close.

Blue eyes that managed to look more prominent under the natural light and blond hair that never looked anything more than perfection splayed around his face. 

With a pointed nose and soft, plush lips...you found yourself accidentally staring.

He turned his head towards you with a soft smile, having felt your stare. "You haven't changed a bit."

Blink. "Huh? You...remember me?"

His laugh made your chest do something strange but you ignored it.

"Yeah! Of course, how could I not?" His eyes drifted back forward, little crinkles created next to the corners of his lashes. "You were all that Eren talked about when we were younger. He was at all of your games so by being his friend, I was there too. Plus," he winked, still smiling. "-how can I forget one of the prettiest girls in school that everyone had a crush on."

A rush of heat fought to run across your face but you held it back, biting into your lip instead.

High school was...not one of your best times, to be honest. Sure, you were slightly popular but that was by association. 

Mikasa, Annie and Ymir stole the entire school's attention from the moment they walked onto the school grounds. They were transfers and everyone drooled over their presence like it was their first time seeing girls. It didn't bother you because you had Sasha. She didn't want to be a part of their clique and that saved spending three years eating in one of the stalls of the girls' bathroom by yourself.

Sophomore year was when you'd joined the varsity tennis team. You were in a few clubs but nothing major. Tennis was your favorite sport and you were good at it.

Apparently, the clique had ended up joining as well and that was how you got close to them. Sasha was on the team too, after some serious begging, and things felt normal for a while.

Mikasa soon started dating Jean, the captain of the school's soccer team and the locker room talks between you and her got longer and longer until she considered you one of her best friends. You were different though. After declining being a part of her little group, she still wanted to have you around so you were her best friend...without the other two knowing.

After learning how possessive Ymir was over her friend, you did your best to dodge Mikasa but she was hard to push away. She kept asking you why you didn't want to hang out anymore and it was hard to explain to her the reason without worrying about the strain that was going to be put on her friendship with Ymir.

It took a while before you cracked and told her about your run in with Ymir and it went better than expected. She laughed it off and said that Ymir tended to get that way with new people. She needed to get used to you being around. That it was going to be fine.

You believed her...until your racket started to go missing from your locker. Then it moved on to finding the grip all torn up. 

There was a lot of sabotaging and it wasn't like you could've gone to the coach about it because she was only going to demand a name and you couldn't tell her who you knew it was. So, you dealt with it.

Not long after that did you find out that Ymir had a crush on Mikasa and then it all ended up making a little sense. Her behavior was finally answered for and you'd known it all along. Though, you didn't use the information to your advantage. It was just relieving to understand where Ymir was coming from.

Junior year was when the distance started. 

Less texting, less calling. Little to no contact when at school and tennis practice was agonizing because Mikasa stuck with Ymir the entire time. It was like she had forgotten who you were over the summer break and it felt a lot more painful than it was probably supposed to. It was only one year that you'd gotten to know her. Why had it hurt so bad if it was only just a year together?

Senior year came around quickly and it was all about making sure you picked the right college to go to. There was talk about where Mikasa had gotten accepted into and it ended up being the exact same university that you were thinking about applying at. After some thought, you decided to change colleges and let Sasha pick the one you two were going to try and get into together.

Everything ended up working out but your friendship with Mikasa was close to nonexistent.

Now, as you stood outside of the party (practically hiding from her), none of the experience at once being one of her closest friends felt real.

It'd almost felt like a dream.

When you tried to remember Armin and Eren, the memories were either too hazy or pushed to the back of your mind for specific reasons.

Armin, the boy with large circle glasses and Eren, the guy that couldn't stop talking about star wars and tended to play minecraft in photography class. There were a few instances where you remembered catching him pointing a camera at you but had quickly averted to snapshotting a squirrel in a tree with a very red face. Or when you two had been partners for two seconds. It was only after saying one word to him that he ended up speaking with the teacher again, begging to switch partners for the photography project.

You two stayed partners and that was how you became friends with benefits. It hadn't taken very long for him to ask you out shortly after he realized that he wanted you to be more than sex for him and you agreed.

It was good...for a while. Then it just got bad. 

Eren couldn't understand why you went to so many parties despite knowing it wasn't his scene but you couldn't understand why he cared so much when there was no reason to be so worried about you. It was a party. You always went with Mikasa and Sasha so it wasn't as if you were going to them alone and hooking up with random people. 

It was just the difference between two people.

But he got attached and possessive over you.

Stole you from classes so often that it started to affect your grades. 

If he wasn't kissing along your body, forcing you to say things you didn't mean while several inches deep in you taking advantage of your hazed state–he was manipulating you into doing whatever else he wanted you to do. 

Anything to keep you near. 

Anything to keep every other guy in school far away from you. The marks and bruises certainly did that for him.

There wasn't much to hold onto when it came to remembering the two; more specifically Eren. Both stayed to themselves after you and him broke him and when everyone graduated, you never heard or saw them again.

That was why seeing Eren after all of those years again was a little startling and unsettling. Especially considering how different he not only dressed now but how grown up he looked.

"So, married huh?"

Armin blew out a breath, opening his eyes to focus on the way the clouds moved throughout the sky. "Yeah. Crazy, right?" He chuckled. "Truthfully, I didn't see myself getting married until my late 20s but...here I am."

Telling by the tone of his voice, it hadn't sounded like someone excited about spending the rest of their life with someone. It made you frown a little, wondering if he had been the one proposed to instead.

"I'm 23. I'm not sure I'm actually ready for marriage."

You studied his face and knew that he was being honest. What were you supposed to say? Or were you meant to just listen?

"I love Annie. I do." He poured his body weight into his dominant arm, using the other to run a hand through his hair with a sigh, ruining the perfect style that it was just in. "I'm just starting to think that this marriage thing is happening a little fast. Sure, we've got a baby on the way, but who said we had to be married before the baby came," he looked at you, amused by the shock on your face. "Oh. It doesn't look like you were informed." He giggled. "Yeah. I'm going to be a dad soon."

"Wha- When did this happen? Wait," you shook your head, trying to process the new information. "A baby?"

His face stretched into a beautiful smile, head tilted as he stared at you. "Yeah, a baby. This party is sort of surrounded by the news, actually." His face fell a little. "It's kind of why I'm hiding out here with you. Between all of the questions concerning us and the baby and talking about our engagement and the wedding...I just needed some air."

You fixed your lips into the form of a pout as you gave it some thought before opening your mouth again.

"You know...there's still time to run."

His laugh was genuine and filled the air quickly. You couldn't even bite back the smile that fought its way across your face.

"Yeah. Running. I could, but I love her. I could never leave her like that."

"Mm. Well, I don't have any experience with marriage or babies but I can tell you that it'll all work itself out. It's valid that you feel this way because it's going to be your first child and your first marriage. It seems like things are moving really fast but...I'm getting the feeling that you'll be able to handle it. If not," you shrugged, smiling. "I'm here if you want to talk. Or I can talk with both of you some time if things get too stressful."

Armin watched you look out into the night sky, eyes sliding down to your all-black attire, finding you seemingly perfect. He knew that you had talked about going into psychology in high school, but he wondered how it all worked out for you in the end.

"Thank you. I mean it. Uh...just out of curiosity, what do you do? If you don't mind me asking."

You smiled and hummed, fiddling with the jewelry around your fingers. "I'm a psychotherapist. I work with people of all ages, tackling their concerns and lending an ear, and giving a little insight on them." You looked at him. "So you were right. I haven't changed much at all."

He nodded. "The job fits you. You're good at this."

And it was back. 

You felt your entire body warm up at his compliment. "I...try to do what I can and just hope it's enough."

Blue eyes met you with promise, smiling. 

"Trust me. It is."

The talk between you and him lasted a little while longer until Sasha came out, looking for you. She'd also mentioned that Annie was inside searching for him as well so that was his queue to go back in.

"So," Sasha began and watched Armin walk back into the party. She wiggled her eyebrows, smirking. "Wanna tell me what that was about?"

You gave her a strange look and laughed, "You're kidding me, right?" Sasha didn't look like she was joking in the slightest. "Yeah, alright look. He's getting married, okay. I'm not a homewrecker."

Sasha put her hands up in defense, "Not saying you are but uh..." The smirk was back. "With a baby on the way and being 23, not sure he's all that happy so I'm just saying be a friend with a shoulder. Or...if you wanna offer up something else-"

"My god, you're impossible!" You exclaimed in embarrassment, heading back into the party and away from your maniac of a friend. Sasha laughed.

"I'm just sayin'!" as she followed you in.

xxxxxx

The party lasted another hour before everyone had to go back home for either work in the morning, their kids or were just downright exhausted from mingling and drinking too much.

You'd manage to stay out of Mikasa's line of sight the entire time and could enjoy some of the party.

Sasha was riding home with her other close friend, Connie, so there was only you to take care of.

You weren't much of a drinker, so you were still very much sober and could drive yourself back home.

As you were walking towards the entrance, you stopped in your tracks and cursed under your breath. You knew you had forgotten something. Your purse was still laying on the back wall table.

With the determined mind of going back to get it and heading out before anyone you knew saw you, you spun on your heel and ran right into a hard body.

You blinked and opened your mouth to apologize when a voice interrupted you.

"Excuse you?" A feminine voice spoke, and you looked up to see who it was.

Eren?

Did his voice get higher too?

"Wait..." The voice said, a bit cautious. You looked to the left and saw your worst nightmare. In the flesh. "I remember you." This wasn't happening.

You fixed up your best fake smile and widened your eyes to act as if you were surprised yet happy to see her. "Mikasa?" She smiled beautifully and was undeniably stunning up close.

In school, she'd always kept her hair fairly short but the Mikasa that stood in front of you now had grown it out down to her slender waist. It was half up, half down, paired with hairsticks that seemed to do well at keeping the half up portion out from her porcelain face. There was a soft apply of eyeliner and mascara but the bold red lipstick on her lips tied it all together. Everything about her was perfect. Even the long, black bodycon evening dress she had on looked to be molded against her body. Like you remembered, her ease into perfection didn't fail to push you back into that tiny box labeled 'insecurities'.

"Well you look gorgeous," she said, eyeing you down in wonder. "Though, you always did pull off the best suits." The way she said that, it sounded a little condescending but you chose to ignore it. "So," her arm tightened around Eren's, smiling sweetly at you. "I'm a little disappointed that we didn't get to chat tonight. I was looking for you." She giggled and patted his chest with her free hand. "I had Eren here do a little searching for me but," she shrugged. "No luck either. Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime and just catch up?" She then leaned towards you, hand cupped over her mouth and lowered into a whisper. "Then I can tell you all about how the hell I ended up dating this one."

Eren rolled his eyes, smirking. "As if we didn't make out a million times throughout high school. In the janitor's closet, no less."

Your brows twitched. What?

They were seeing each other while you and him were together? 

Then what had been the point of being so possessive over you when he was messing around with someone else? Why had he done all of that to keep you when he–

Mikasa straightened up and laughed, hitting his arm. "Well leave something for me to tell my oldest friend about, will ya?"

He chuckled and nodded, looking at you.

For some reason, when his eyes made contact with yours, it was as if your body had tried to shut down. Your heart thumped hard against your chest and your breath hitched. There was something different from catching him across the room than seeing him up close. Much different.

He was taller and his features were sharper. Had his brows always been naturally dark? Jade eyes that pierced through you like they were trying to look into you and see the way he was affecting you. Beautiful viridescent eyes that tried searching yours but for what?

Mikasa looked good with him and he looked good with her. They were perfect for each other, which wasn't how you saw either of their futures panning out. To see them together, it was like two perfect puzzle pieces. It only pained you because it made you realize that the majority of your class had husbands, wives or boyfriends and girlfriends and then... 

Well then, there was you.

Whoever said being single isn't all that bad—lied.

"Well, we should probably get going. It's getting late and we've got one more stop before going home." Mikasa grinned at you then at Eren who tore his gaze from you to her. "Are you still up for...?"

"Hell yeah," he said with a smirk. You couldn't help but notice the way his hand squeezed her waist and the look they shared.

You grimaced. Yeah, that was a conversation you definitely didn't want to stay in on.

"Alright, well!" You said with a big smile, pointing to your purse that was still on the table across the room. "Gonna go grab that and head out myself. It was really nice seeing you two again. You both look great by the way." Eren smiled at you. Mikasa quickly dove into her handbag and retrieved her phone.

"Wait, let's exchange numbers." She looked up from her cell and winked. "I was serious about that coffee, you know."

"Oh," you chuckled, having hoped she would have forgotten about that by now. "Yeah, absolutely!" You gave her your number and then they were off. The sigh that slipped past your lips was purely out of dread. There was a good chance that she was going to end up forgetting about that coffee and that was what you were going to hold onto for the next week or so, waiting for her to not contact you.

"Me and Eren have been together ever since. I really...I really love him and I love the way that he loves me. I can't ask for a better boyfriend."

"I'm so happy for you. Really, I am."

"Thank you. I hope that you'll find your perfect person too! They're out there somewhere. Just keep being patient."

"Yeah, hah. We'll see."

"Never know! Could be someone you've already met before."

"And how likely is that?"

"More than you'd know."

Several weeks later, Mikasa had in fact remembered but the coffee date turned out better than you were expecting.

You two caught up on quite a bit and she told you how she ended up dating Eren. They were seeing each other (behind your back) for a few months their senior year and then chose the same college. They went on to make things official their sophomore year.  

The way she spoke about him...it was clear that he was a completely different person than when he was with you, back in high school. Despite seeming different now, that didn't mean you were ready to be friends again. If you could hang out with Mikasa and never see him, it sounded perfect.

Knowing that they were dating didn't bother you in the slightest. Or at least, that was what you tried telling yourself. 

After the date with Mikasa, you decided to go and visit Armin at his new bakery shop.

It was learned through Mikasa that he was stressed about what goods to display and you loved sweets so why not?

The door chimed as you pushed it open and was welcomed by the fresh smell of baked goods and the strong smell of vanilla with a hint of cinnamon.

"Wow," you breathed, looking at how beautiful the set up around the shop was. There looked to be some real work put into everything. 

It had his touch, that was for sure.

"Hey!" Armin said as he rounded the corner, coming out of the kitchen. "What brings you here, pretty girl?"

With a kind smile, you walked up to the counter and stared at all of the baked goods that were in the displays. "A little birdie told me that you needed a taste tester and well," your skin flushed. "I was wondering if I happened to fit the job?"

His smile was bright and immediate, leaning up against the counter with his hands supporting his weight. "You're perfect for the job actually," and you were quickly bombarded with different samples to try.

"So...what do you think?" Armin asked, wiping his hand clean on his apron as he studied your face to catch you in a lie in case you tried to save his feelings from getting hurt.

You nodded, stuffing a cream covered thumb in your mouth with surprised eyes. "Mm! It's really good!"

He chuckled at the way you tried to talk around your thumb. "Yeah?" He moved a hand up to your face and your body went rigid. "Sorry, you've got some whipped cream on your nose. Mind if I...?" You looked at him, sure that your face looked strange, and shook your head as he continued. "Are you usually such a messy eater?" He asked with a laugh, swiping the cream off with his index finger. 

"Uh, no. Not really, just," your eyes searched around until he held out what he figured you were looking for. With a shy smile, you took the napkin, cleaning off your other fingers. "The cake was really good. I just wasn't worried about keeping clean."

Armin was still a breath away, close enough to kiss you if he wanted to. Did you want him to?

No. Annie. Think about Annie. Remember? His very pregnant fiancé?

"That's quite alright," he leaned back against the counter, his elbow keeping him up while you were sitting on the counter next to him. You tried to act like you were busy with cleaning your hands but they were already clear of any cake residue. It hadn't felt awkward but you were notorious for creating it in random situations. "So...which one should I display? The cake or the cinnamon rolls?"

You hummed, looking in between the two with narrowed eyes. "Man, that's a tough one. Are you sure you have to choose?" You looked at him and he was staring at the two in thought.

"Yeah, I mean... All of my other displays are full and I don't want to replace any." He looked back at you with a pout. "It's hard to think about getting rid of any of my goods when everyone still likes them all. Including me."

It was between the delicious whipped cake or the buttery cinnamon rolls. It had to go with the season and cinnamon rolls felt reserved for autumn heading into winter. Cakes were all year around but Armin owned a bakery. It needed to be seasonal like the rest of his goods were. With that being said...

"Let's go with the cinnamon rolls." You smiled watching as his eyes lit up. Seemed like that had been his first choice from the start. He didn't want to say anything that would've tampered with your opinion. Thoughtful and smart. No wonder he was married with a baby on the way. "I think they would be perfect around the holidays."

"I love it! You read my mind," he sent you a wink before taking the cake towards the back to store for later. 

As you waited for him to come back, you looked around the store and couldn't help but wonder if Armin had fixed up the place on his own or had some help with it. 

Dark wooden tables around the shop with the chairs to match and dark flooring that looked close to black. The color scheme of the entire shop was a dark brown and it fit with the atmosphere. It was the first bakery shop you'd ever seen with dark colors. It didn't seem like it would've come as a shock that Armin had done it all by himself. Or the majority of it.

There were low hanging light fixtures all about the shop but only two stayed on, which were those that hung above you to illuminate the space you were still seated at. There was a large case filled with different foods and a smaller case near the register that had nothing but muffins, cookies, small slices of cake and danishes in it. 

It was a cozy little shop. It was no wonder Mikasa always talked about Armin being in it instead of going out and doing things with her. She said his shop was like his second home. He baked when he was happy and he baked when he was sad. 

"Nothing has ever caught and kept Armin's attention more than baking," Mikasa once told you with a faint smile. "Before meeting Annie, he declined a date with a pretty girl once just because he had catering to do. It could've waited or he could've invited her to his shop and just shown her how he did things there. It would've still been a date. Ah, she was such a sweet one too but he gets so immersed into baking that he isn't able to see anything else. Or anyone else, for that matter. Except Annie." She giggled, downing the last sip of water from her bottle. "But lately...I've been seeing something different." She eyed you down, thinking. "He's been a little...distracted and I haven't been able to understand why. Either way, he bakes for a completely different reason than what I'm sure most people think. He's got a past, like the rest of us, that he doesn't want to confront. Should probably book a session with you sometime, huh?"

It sounded as if she was speaking lightly back then but being with Armin and talking with him...could she have been telling some sort of truth?

"Hey, sorry for taking so long," he said as he came around the corner, cleaning his hands again. There was a clear tint of redness across his face but it was faint and you had to squint to make sure you saw it. "I...accidentally dropped the cake." Ah. He was embarrassed.

You smiled. "Mm. Let me guess, you don't drop cakes very often huh?"

Armin shook his head, "Nah, not really a cake dropper. It's not exactly something I excel at." He smiled back when you laughed, mesmerized by the way the corners of your lips tilted up. "This may sound sudden but you…have a really pretty smile."

You stared at him, barely blinking.

He was definitely flirting and you weren't sure how to respond.

"Oh," you slowly slid off of the counter, looking everywhere but back at him. "Thank you."

"You know," he suddenly reached out, slowly to not startle you. "I'm not sure if I was too obvious or not but," he picked something out of your hair, looking at you. "I like you and that may sound crazy because Annie's still in the picture, but I don't know. I just... I think I want to get to know you better. I do like what I've seen so far, personality wise. I’m obviously very physically attracted to you and want to kno-"

"Armin," you interrupted, gently pushing his hand away. "We... No. I can't let you do this. I'm sorry and I'm saying this because I respect you and Annie." The apologetic look on your face made him back up and lean against the opposite counter with a sigh. "I'm sorry."

"Fuck. No, I'm so sorry," he muttered, looking down in shame. "I've just been so stressed. Me and Annie...we aren't doing so good honestly." The laugh he let out was dry and meaningless. "We put on a front at that party." He sniffled, frowning down at the floor. "I know it's because she's pregnant but lately... Lately it's felt less like we're in a relationship and more like we're just friends having a baby, if that makes any sense."

With a frown, you nodded. "It makes perfect sense, Armin." You stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you through wet lashes and you let out a breath. "Just take it a day at a time and I want to suggest that you talk to her about how you feel. Sure she can't read your mind."

He searched through your eyes and found nothing but genuine concern. That calmed him down a bit but that wasn't enough to make him feel any less embarrassed about how he'd just acted towards you.

"Thank you. That means a lot. Again."

The both of you laughed as he got himself together and smiled. "Okay. I should get this place ready to officially open tomorrow and I'll let you get home before it gets too late."

You smiled back and patted his shoulder. "Don't work too late. Annie needs you."

He chuckled, shoving his hands in his apron. Blues shining under the fluorescent lights above. "Yes ma'am."

When you left, it was hard to convince yourself to forget about how good Armin smelled when he got that close to you. The way his voice lowered an octave and held your gaze better than anyone you'd ever met. How gentle he touched you and spoke to you. It only told you how lucky Annie was and how good of a person you were for choosing to not to be a complete home-wrecker just now.

Nothing needed to happen between you two. Friends was a safe bet. Though, if he couldn't handle things as they were now, then when the baby came he was going to be extremely stressed out. Maybe Mikasa had been onto something.

Maybe Armin needed to book a session with you soon.

Him and Annie.

When you got back home, you started with a fresh shower first before heading into the kitchen to warm up some leftovers.  

With your damp hair up and your signature robe on, you floated throughout the kitchen. With your mind active in thinking about Armin and what you felt was going to help him the best, you couldn't eat at the table. So, you chose to sit at the bar and eat.

You lazily mixed up the spaghetti and pouted in thought. "Why do I get the feeling that just talking with him won't be enough to help?" You didn't want to get into his business with his relationship with Annie and preferred waiting on one of them to come to you, but you saw the way he struggled earlier. Armin was stressed out and confused. However, a talk with Annie felt like the best route. You assumed that after he spoke with her about how he was feeling, she would end up being understanding. Those things would end up working themselves out (hopefully for the better).

As soon as you were about to stuff a forkful of pasta into your mouth, that was when your phone buzzed. You were going to ignore it but it didn't stop. 

"Who's calling this late?"

You flipped the device over to reveal an unknown number trying to face-time you. 

Weird. No one you didn't know had your number and those that did were strictly told to not give it out to anyone that asked unless they asked you directly. Your friends, especially Sasha, understood that but then a thought hit you. You'd given your number to Mikasa recently. What if she had given it out? But to whom?

Out of pure curiosity, you decided to hit the 'accept' button but turned your camera off just in case it was someone you didn't know. 

The other end was silent for a long while. It made you anxious and you were extremely close to hanging up when a low voice spoke up.

"Yo, are you busy or something?"

You blinked, staring at the device.

Then he laughed. "Is your camera off? What? Do you look like shit right now?"

Eren?

With a sigh in annoyance, wondering why Mikasa had given him your number in the first place, you picked up the phone and turned the camera on. "What the hell do you want? Talk fast. I've got some itchy fingers ready to end this call any second now."

The brunette smirked and placed his arm behind his head. It looked like he was in bed. 

'Ugh,' you thought to yourself. He was video calling you while in bed. Him. In bed. You. On the phone. With him.

As if to make matters worse, you saw your reflection in the front view of your phone and squeezed your eyes shut. He was right. You definitely looked like shit. 

"Oou shit, you do look gross," he said, laughing again but harder this time. 

You reopened your eyes and glared at him with a finger hovering over the 'end' button. "Talk fast, Eren. You're on very thin ice."

As much as you wished he looked equally gross, he didn't. Never could.

He was, in fact, in bed and because of that, he was only wearing sweats and his hair looked damp as well. Seemed like he had just showered too but didn't dry off well enough. His chest was littered with drops of water and it was almost as distracting as his annoying smirk. 

It was as if he existed to torture you in the worst possible ways. 

"Alright, alright." You noticed that he was chewing gum. As if he wasn't being intrusive enough. "Can you like...add me as a contact in your phone? Because the next time that I call, I don't really wanna wait 80 years for you to pick it up because you don't know who it is."

Your eyes narrowed. "You have one more minute before you're hearing the dial tone."

"Okay!" he exclaimed before pulling a pillow on his chest to hug. He pouted, "You're so bossy. Anyway, I just wanted to see what you were up to. Mikasa's still out and I got a little bored so I thought to just call you."

You sighed, tempted to pinch the bridge of your nose to remind yourself that this was actually happening. "You got bored. Is that really the only reason I'm being forced to talk to you right now?"

Eren picked at the black corded bracelet around his wrist, green eyes focused on the clasp that held it together. "Yeah?"

"Oh my god."

"You called," he said, looking back at the screen with a dumb smile on his face. Was this hell?

"Eren," you said in a warning tone and he groaned, putting the pillow over his face. Even with the cotton in between him and the speaker, it was still hard to ignore the chewing.

"Can't you just entertain a guy?" He asked through the pillow and you mumbled under your breath about a lot of ways you could entertain him when he shoved the pillow down slowly, revealing a devilish half smile. "You know what," he interrupted you. His eyes scoured what he was able to see, which (unfortunately) wasn't much. Although, your robe wasn't secured all the way. He got a good enough view of the top of your breasts and licked his lips. "Maybe you can give me a strip show." He got comfortable in bed, ditching the pillow completely and rested the phone on his chest with his other arm back behind his head. "Just something to pass the time."

You looked at him like he was genuinely insane. Then you nodded, "Yeah, ending the call now."

"Only chickens say no," he sang, teasingly.

"Then I'm a chicken," you snapped back.

Eren pouted again and it was hard to ignore him this time. "Not even a peek? Just a small one?"

In some alternate world, if you had done anything he said, it wasn't going to stop. He was going to want more. That was just how he was. Selfish, and greedy.

Has he really changed all that much from before? Was he still as manipulative as back then? What if instead of getting better, he'd gotten worse over the years? If that was the case, it was a wonder how Mikasa was able to deal with someone like that.

"Uhh, no." You closed your robe even more, frowning. "I don't do that and we're not even close. Not that if we were close, I'd show you anything. Plus, you already know what I look like underneath all of this. Or did you forget."

He jutted his lips out like he was really trying to remember and you set the phone back down, letting him enjoy the view of your ceiling. You heard him laugh through the speakers and was thankful that you had adjusted the view because you couldn't fight off a smile any longer. 

Eren was still unbelievably annoying but just as attractive and able to get what he wanted just like before. It wasn't like you were ready to get naked in front of him again...or ever. It was just nice seeing and talking to him again.

Wow, did you really just think that?

It was late and you were losing your mind over what almost happened with Armin earlier.

Yeah. That was it. Had to be it. 

"Okay, okay. I won't ask anymore," you heard him say and his voice had trailed off a little bit. It gave you a moment to take the bite you had missed out on when you answered the call earlier. 

After a few more bites, you'd noticed how quiet the other line got and with furrowed brows and newfound curiosity, you leaned over to find the screen grayed out. His camera was off. Weird. He must've gone to the bathroom or something. Was it your queue to finally end the call and pretend that the whole conversation never happened?

"Yep."

You were about to hit the 'end' button when you heard a faint groan. 

You squinted at the blank screen, having convinced yourself that if you looked hard enough, you were going to see something.

You weren't wrong.

His camera was still on, it was just the view of his ceiling too. The camera shook a little but it would've gone unnoticed if you weren't looking as hard as you were.

Then it was quickly picked up and you moved away from the screen, heart pounding from trying to be so nosy. 

But what was that noise about?

"Sorry," Eren mumbled, trying to get comfy in his bed again. "I stubbed my toe before getting back in bed so if you heard that – sorry again."

You rolled your eyes, "Should've known."

"Hey so be honest with me," he shuffled around until he was on his side. As you ate, you watched him struggle to set his phone up against one of his pillows so that he was able to talk, hands free. "Are you still mad at me for how I acted in high school or...?" After you picked the phone back up, there was a weird look on your face and he laughed, covering his face, laying against the bed. "No! Okay I mean like..." he dropped his hands and turned his head to look at you. You gulped down the pasta and paid attention. You had a strange feeling he was about to say something serious for once and didn't want to blow him off. "After finding out, at the reunion, that I was also with Mikasa back then when I was supposed to be with just you."

It took a lot of tries before it actually registered in your head that he was genuinely worried about your feelings. 

Maybe it was worth entertaining.

You pushed the bowl of pasta away before giving him a proper answer.

"Truthfully?" He nodded, and it was like he was holding his breath as he got ready to hear what he'd been wanting to know since he’d seen you again. "No. I'm not mad about that. Sure, it was a dick move but that was years ago, Eren. We've grown up a lot since then and I don't hold grudges that old."

He let out a long breath, proving you right. He had been nervous to hear what you were going to say and looked relieved to know that you weren't holding onto any resentment towards how he acted when he was younger. 

How could you be upset or even hate him for what he did? It was so long ago and it shouldn't define who he grew up to be. Him and Mikasa looked steady and happy. They were sure to have their own problems, because what relationship didn't? However, it really did look like he wasn't making the same mistakes from back then.

Eren...Eren might've grown up. He wasn't that sixteen year old boy that you'd met, dated and left all those years ago.

The person that stared back at you through the screen was no boy. He was a man now, and it was almost hard to come to terms with because you'd always (secretly) wondered what he ended up being like after graduating.

Maybe a friendship was possible. If there were no real grudges held...what was stopping you? 

You didn't hate him. Not really. It was more on the lines of it shouldn't have happened. That the relationship between the two of you back then shouldn't have happened and yet it was a memory that you couldn't erase. 

"Good," he said, turning back over onto his side with his head resting against the palm of his hand, staring at the screen. His abdomen flexed with the movement along with the tendons in his arms. "Would probably cry if I found out that my favorite girl hated me."

You smiled a little, looking down. "You're so annoying, you know that?"

"Mmm, I do get that quite often actually so I'm pretty aware," he said through a cheesy grin, messing with his hair. 

As you stared at him, using that moment where he was distracted, you couldn't deny the extreme growth he had gone through from high school to now. 

From his voice, the length of his hair and how he acted. Moreover, his physique. Lean, athletic. Someone that looked like he worked out a few times a week but wasn't exactly a gym head. Just liked to stay toned. You wondered if he still liked to keep a stash of junk food by his bed like he used to or had he grown out of that as well. 

Did he still play video games? What was his job? Mikasa hadn't told you much about him but since she'd given him your number, did that mean that she was open to you talking to him on a friendship level? She didn't seem like someone that was insecure enough to keep her boyfriend away from every girl on the planet but still...

"Probably should take a screenshot," he smirked. "Wouldn't wanna forget what I look like later on, huh?"

You groaned, putting your head down in embarrassment. "Shut. Up."

His annoying laugh flowed through the speakers again, and you smiled so hard that your cheeks began to hurt. 

You'd almost forgotten what it was like talking to him again. 

It was refreshing and addictive. To hear his voice, his laughter. Those were things that you didn't know you missed but were happy to have again.

After that conversation, to your surprise...there were more. 

Eren called you almost every night and you found out it was because Mikasa had the most clients around the late evening, so he was stuck by himself. He told you that he usually would've called Armin or Jean, but both were busy with their girls to entertain him so you were now stuck with the job.

Of course, he'd suggested that the two of you meet up and just catch up in person but you told him that you weren't ready for that yet. That was when he knew that there were still some things from the past that you were holding onto, but claimed weren't grudges. 

Were they?

More like things that you were still uneasy about. Things that you couldn’t just store away and pretend hadn’t happened. Nothing like holding a grudge, but just being cautious.

Either way, he understood so he kept his distance and enjoyed what he could get.

Which, unbeknownst to you...that was what he liked.

Not being able to physically see you but still have some sort of contact. To not know when (or if) he was going to be able to talk to you in person again. 

Eren always did enjoy the chase.

There was not a phone call that you missed nor a text that you ignored, and it started to become a little too natural. Too easy. 

When you got home one night, you ran yourself a bath first before eating dinner. It was like clock work...usually. 

By this time, Eren would've called but there was nothing but radio silence. 

It was strange.

You sat at the edge of the claw foot tub, brows pushed together as you reached a hand out to test the temperature of the water.

Idiotic. You couldn't help but feel dumb for getting so used to him being there when you forgot that Mikasa was very much in the picture. They were together. A couple. He wasn't supposed to be available for you to talk to whenever you wanted him to be. It didn't work like that and you shouldn't have thought that way. 

If he couldn't call, it was normal. Maybe he was out with her. Like on a date or something. If so, it wasn't any of your business and there was always next time. Or a time after that and so on. 

You sighed. 

"I need to get my crap together."

Maybe a few tinder dates was what you needed sometime soon.

After the water was warm enough to your liking, you disrobed and slowly got in. Your phone was on top of the toilet lid, just at arms reach in case Sasha called you back about the spare key.

It was funny. She had lost it and got it replaced but...lost it again. So, she went back for another replacement and was supposed to be bringing it by to not lose it again. You'd suggested that she put it on a necklace chain, but not wear it as a necklace. Just have it somewhere she would remember but maybe in plain sight.

There was never a time she didn't lose something important. 

As you fell into thought, Armin came up in your mind for the millionth time today.

He'd told you recently that things were better between him and Annie. They talked through some things and now their communication skills were a lot better than before. They were both making the necessary adjustments and putting forth the right amount of effort to keep the relationship above water. 

You were happy for him.

For both of them.

"Jeez, am I really the only single one out of my friend group now?" You asked yourself as you slid your back down until the water rested just above your chin. 

Sasha was starting to see someone and you were happy for her. You didn't know much about the guy other than he was going to school to become a chef. You smiled. She also ranted about him being quite tall and how much she loved that about him. 

This was good for her. She deserved to be happy. She'd been single for a pretty long time too.

It was about time that she found someone.

With a sigh, you tilted your head up to look at the ceiling. 

"Maybe one day."

Once you had started to notice that you were pruning up from the water, you quickly washed up and got out, drying yourself as you headed back into the room. 

You tossed your cell on the bed and went into the closet to find something to throw on. Preferably a big t-shirt.

Your phone was ringing but the volume was set a bit low so you missed the first call. When you walked back into the room, you noticed the screen light up and went over to see who it was.

"Really?" You spoke low amongst yourself in surprise. 

It was a shock but nevertheless, you didn't hesitate to pick it up.

"Hey."

"Heyy, sorry to bother you so late. Were you busy?"

You sat on the edge of the bed, smiling. "No, I just got out of the tub actually. Your timing couldn't have been better."

Armin laughed on the other end and pushed his glasses back up his nose, "Well it sounds like I missed the show."

Your skin flushed at him insinuating that he wanted to see you naked but quickly wrote it off as him attempting to be somewhat funny.

"Yeah," you used your ear and shoulder to clamp down on the cell as you slid on a pair of underwear. "You sure did. So, what's got you calling so late? Not that I'm complaining. It's always nice talking to you." It just wasn't normal for him to call during the nights. You didn't want to think about there being something wrong between him and Annie or even with the baby.

"No reason. I just wanted to see how you were doing," he tried to convince you, but his tone was off. There was something else and you weren't entirely sure that you were able to question it because maybe he didn't want to talk about it.

Either way, it was something you were going to have to let him bring up instead.

"Mm, how sweet of you. I've been great actually."

"Still talking to Eren?"

"Mhm! We haven't talked much today but I still do."

"Oh. Cool."

There it was. 

Of course. 

It made sense. Maybe Armin missed hanging out with his best friend and felt like you were the cause. If you were right, was it serious enough for him to bring it up? How was it not something that could've been settled between the both of them?

You smiled, turning over to lay flat on your stomach with your legs up and crossed. "Don't worry. I'm not trying to steal your best friend."

You heard a deep chuckle on the other end, "Steal him? It's nothing like that. I just missed talking to you, actually." You didn't even have time to scream into your pillow when he continued, "Feel like you enjoy talking to him more than you do with me."

His tone had been light but you could tell by the way he said it that he was actually a bit hurt over not getting the same amount of attention from you as Eren was getting.

"Well you know what, I'm going to start bugging you a lot more." You smiled, "-really shouldn't have said that now."

"Might come off as a shock but I would love that."

"As friends."

"Of course. Nothing more."

The call didn't last long. Not when Eren had been trying to call and text you. Armin understood, said goodnight and you hit Eren's name.

"Mm, what is this?" He asked you.

"I- What?"

"Hold on."

Confused, you laid there and waited until he was done doing whatever it was that he was making you wait for.

Then a facetime call was trying to come through.

Without hesitation, you answered it and saw that he was in the bathroom with wet hair.

Why was he always either getting out of the shower or about to take one when you video called?

"There's my pretty girl," he commented and you rolled your eyes, smiling. "Mm, and she smiles. Lovely."

"You're making it very hard to stay mad at you," you mumbled, picking at a stray thread that was coming out of your blanket. "You got all busy on me."

You watched as he applied shaving cream on his face and tried to set the phone up to where you were still able to see him. The angle wasn't bad at all. You were peering up from a low angle where he was leaned forward, close to the mirror. "Sorry baby, I was a bag boy all day for Mikasa. She bought a lot of stuff and I had to carry it all." He looked down at you with a cheesy grin before flexing his arms, making you laugh. "Totally worth it because that was my arm workout for the day, huh?"

"Bag boy. That's got a nice ring to it."

His face got a little red, going back to shaving. "Use it after today and you're dead."

"Okay, okay. Fine," you casually commented, finding the shaving asmr to be quite soothing. 

The sound of him using the blade to remove the little hairs that were once there and brush the shaving cream away, it began to make you a little sleepy. Plus, you were freshly bathed and Eren wasn't helping you stay awake in the slightest.

You decided to venture off onto other apps in order to help you stay awake while still watching him shave. He was humming some tune to himself that provided good background noise once you decided to text some of your friends back. 

It was odd how easy you two fell back into old habits. Like there hadn't been an entire five year gap in between the friendship. Or...situation-ship, rather. 

Curiously enough, you couldn't help but wonder what Mikasa thought about the two of you having major contact again. It didn't seem like she was all that bothered since she had been the one to connect the two of you but you couldn't help but wonder if there was some other ulterior motive? Was it a test of some kind? 

Couldn't put it past her. She'd done it once before with Historia. Only to make sure that she was her friend and not someone wanting to get close just to get juicy intel on her. Then spread it around school. Childish, true, but Mikasa wasn't dumb. 

Turns out Historia was a genuine person and had no plans of spying on her for anything. She just wanted to be friends and that was how she claimed her place in the clique. Of course, that had all happened before you came along but Mikasa felt it was something you needed to know about.

Wasn't hard to tell that she told you that story simply because she didn't trust you fully. That was back then. Even after five years of no contact, was it wrong to have your doubts about her? When it came to her trust, it wasn't given out very easily.

It made you wonder.

Did you still have it?

"Aw, your camera's off again,” he whined.

You saw him pout and it annoyed you because he was cute when he got like that.

It was even better when you made him work to get what he wanted from you.

You clicked back into the screen and your face was back in view. He instantly smiled and grabbed a towel to clean up the excess cream. 

"There she is."

"Oh my god, Eren, stop talking like that," you groaned, wanting to throw the phone across the room.

His laugh rang through the speakers, undoubtedly at your expense. 

"You're still shy, huh?" He checked himself in the mirror before he picked up the device and began walking out of the bathroom with only a short towel draped around his neck and a towel hung low on his hips. You saw everything and wished you didn't because it made you frustrated. There weren't any real feelings for him anymore but did finding him stupidly attractive count? 

You hoped not.

"I'm not shy," you flipped onto your back and held the phone out in front of you, in the air. 

Eren had moved to the bedroom that was clear of his girlfriend, whom you only assumed was still at work. You smiled to yourself. Instead of texting and calling her, here he was. Facetiming you while shaving and walking around the apartment half naked. He was comfortable with you and you tried to not let that mean anything. 

Key word. 

Tried. 

"Liar," he sang and you flipped him off. 

"Aw, c'mon," he plopped down on the edge of the bed. His arm was tired of holding the phone at eye level so he rested his hand against his thigh and again, you had a low angle view of him. He was looking down at you through dark lashes, eyes almost greener than they were in the bathroom. It was almost hard keeping eye contact but you didn't want him to tease you or come up with crazy (not so crazy) assumptions about it.

"You can be a little meanie, can't you."

It sounded rhetorical enough to not entertain him with an answer so you settled for a hum and he smiled, watching you rub at your eyes.

"Hey, I won't hold you up. I know you're tired. We can talk sometime late-"

"No." You quickly answered, frowning. "We're talking until I fall asleep. No objections. I..." you looked to the side, finally releasing the eye contact while you told him your feelings. You would have rather died then be honest about how you felt, but as a therapist – honesty was the best policy. No friendship could survive without proper communication. You understood that more than anyone. "I kind of missed you today." When you heard him speak, you looked back at him, holding up a finger. "And don't let that go to your obnoxiously big head, alright? I only meant that I enjoy our talks so...yeah. No big deal."

Eren couldn't help but find the entire situation funny. The way you expressed your feelings looked painful and it was like watching a car wreck but he always loved every minute of it. At least you were capable of telling him what was on your mind rather than not.

"Yeah, yeah. I won't," he replied with fake sincerity as he used the towel around his neck to dry the ends of his hair. "Okay, I'm gonna put some sweats on and get in bed. Are we..." a slow smirk rose to his face. "Are we really going to fall asleep on the phone together?"

"Oh my god, don't make it a big deal," you whined, sitting up in bed. You didn't have a bra on (because why sleep with something so constricting on?) and that gave Eren a wide and clear view of your nipples that were poking against your shirt from the friction. "You're so annoying. Go put pants on. I think it's weird you've got your dick out right now with me on the phone. Perv."

He laughed out loud and fell back on the bed, looking at you from the side. "I mean, it kinda sounds like you wanna see it..."

"No! I will end this call right now, don't play with me."

Another laugh erupted from the other end, and you watched him position the camera away from the closet but it was still in view of the body mirror that they had in their bedroom. In fact, if you remembered correctly...there were a few other mirrors in the room.

You wondered why someone would want to have more than one mirror in the room unless they were-

"Oh my god."

You wanted to go back to the ten seconds where you didn't put those pieces together and realize something you wished you hadn't. 

Luckily, Eren hadn't heard you so that was a conversation you were thankful to skip.

While he was busy dressing, you reached to the side and dimmed your lamp so that it wasn't so bright. The thought of eating something was too far at the back of your mind. You were already so tired. You were just going to have to have a hearty breakfast in the morning to make up for the missed dinner.

Once you were settled into bed, comfortable underneath the sheets, you paid more attention to the screen and almost blinked yourself into another dimension.

"Eren?!"

There he stood. Barebacked in the reflection of the mirror, in front of his closet. Granted, all that you were able to see were his ass cheeks but that was already too much in and of itself. 

He looked behind him, looking for the phone he'd set down on the bed and smirked at his own reflection, figuring out that was how you were able to see him.

"I mean, you don't have to look," he responded, sending you a wink that almost made you want to throw up yet cry at the same time because even through the mirror, he looked good. 

"I've been skipping leg day for the past couple of days so sorry if they're not up to par," he commented, smirking to himself as he pulled out a pair of dark grey sweats. "Although, I'm getting the feeling that you don't really care. A view is a view right?"

He slipped on the pants and stretched with a yawn, walking back to the bed and snatching the phone up. 

The look on your face almost made him want to laugh but he enjoyed teasing you so he gave in again. "What's that look for? Did you not like it?"

Your eyebrows were pushed together and there was a cute pout on your lips. Your facial expression looked as if you'd just smelled something extremely sour and didn't know how to feel about it.

He cracked and laughed, running a hand through his hair.

"Are we sleeping or what?" He asked you.

"...yeah. I guess."

“You guessss,” he teased, reaching over and turning off the only other light in the room and got into bed with a groan, licking his lips. You were still partially visible while he was shrouded in complete darkness. In all honesty, you were thankful that he was out of your line of sight.

You'd had enough of the visuals for one night.

"So..." Eren mumbled, finding comfort at being on top of the covers. "Do we just...fall asleep or-"

"Have you really never fallen asleep on the phone before?" You asked him, the corners of your lips twitching up, wanting to smile. It would've been nice to have something to tease him about in the future. He never had a problem doing it with you.

"Of course I have!" He shot back defensively, and you couldn't help but giggle. "I just don't do it very often so it's kind of awkward."

"Wow. I can't believe the great Eren Jaeger is actually scared of a little vulnerability. Is this...his kryptonite? Stay tuned to find out."

He snorted. "Make fun of me all you want, but I've gotten to be a pretty private person since high school."

"We don't have to stay on the phone together. I mean, we can sleep now actually. Like separately."

Eren brought over the same pillow he'd had earlier and hugged it the same way. "No, this is fine. I don't mind falling asleep next to you...even though I'm pretty positive you still snore like a 30 year old man with three jobs."

You laughed out loud and wished you could hit him with something but you couldn't so you settled for making as much noise from your end. He was saying something but you were too busy rubbing the end of your phone into the sheets.

"-okay, okay! I get it!" You heard him say and laughed, pulling the device away. It was followed by another long, tired yawn. "Well, I'm about to knock out. You'd better be sleeping too."

You smiled and nodded. "I'm extremely exhausted so it won't take me long." You turned off your lamp and you were also engulfed in darkness. He couldn't see you and you couldn't see him. It made things a little less weird. At least, for you.

"Good."

The soft sound of your a/c whirring on provided the perfect background noise as you pulled a pillow close, setting your phone right next to it. 

The shuffling sounds on his end had ceased and if you paid close enough attention, his breathing had evened out. 

'He's still a fast sleeper I see,' you thought to yourself with a soft smile. 

It wasn't as weird as you'd thought it was going to be. Sure, he was at his place and you were at your own, but it still felt like he was right next to you. He made low noises in his sleep but other than that, he was quiet and it was soothing. 

Soon enough, you'd found yourself falling asleep to the sound of the air conditioning and his soft snoring.

When you opened your eyes again, it was still pitch black.

You didn't know the time but it was definitely late.

With half lidded eyes and a groggy vision, you picked up the cell that was still next to you and noticed that you'd been on the phone for six hours. It was two in the morning and it seemed like Eren was still fast asleep. The other end was a bit quiet but you figured that he had stopped snoring at some point in the night. 

You were about to end the call when you heard a deep groan. It was a bit low but it was unmistakable. 

That was Eren.

It sounded a bit similar to the sound he'd made earlier while being on call. It had come from him supposedly stubbing his toe but this sound...it didn't sound like it came from him hurting himself again. Plus, he was supposed to be in bed.

How would he stub his toe in bed?

You rubbed your eyes and quickly muted yourself as you sat up. The phone was still in your hand and you tried looking at every part of the screen to figure out what exactly was going on but it was so dark. You couldn't see anything.

"Fuck."

You froze. 

Was he...?

No.

He was just mumbling in his sleep. That was it. Nothing else.

You almost wanted to turn the light on, because listening to him in the dark made it even weirder, when you heard him shift around. Quickly after, a small light was turned on and you heard a drawer open. 

With the room illuminated, you saw a bit of the ceiling and what looked to be his arm covering some of the screen. Then the drawer closed and the sound of a cap being popped open made your stomach knot twice over.

What if you had been wrong? What if he was actually about to jerk one off with you still being on call? Then again...it wasn't like he was forcing you to stay there. Maybe he'd forgotten that the call was still going on. That made you feel like a complete pervert. Whatever he was actually doing, six hours was enough. It was late and you needed to get a few more hours of sleep. It was a Saturday which meant no work but that didn't mean you needed to stay up all night. Not with Eren about to do god knows what with you listening on the other end.

"I should hang up," you whispered to yourself, the phone still in your hand. There were more noises on the other end as you stared at whatever view he was giving you. "I need to hang up."

Then, by some strange coincidence, he picked up the phone and stared at it with furrowed brows. It was like he was trying to figure out if it was still on or not when all he had to do was tap the screen to see that it was.

"Oh my god," you breathed, thinking you had been caught. That he could see you, through the dark, watching him.

Eren's green eyes searched all across the dark screen before smirking to himself. 

"Guess she fell asleep. Probably won't mind."

You blinked as he set the phone, casually, against a pillow next to him so that you were able to see exactly what he was up to.

If only you had actually still been asleep right now. 

He was propped up against the headboard, legs out in front of him and a hand against his abdomen that flexed repeatedly with each heavy breath he took. There was no regard towards being caught by you at all. There was a lazy smile on his face, staring down at the way he leaked across his stomach. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight. His pajama pants were pulled down mid-thigh but aside from that, he was completely bare. It was like he wanted to be caught. Wanted you to watch him get off, but for what? What was it going to lead to? Or was it possible that he actually believed that you were still asleep? 

Eren smoothed his hand down the underside of his cock while his other hand spread across his chest, moving over a nipple. His lips were parted as he breathed out, not sparing one glance towards the phone. To you, who stared, noticing the way his thighs would twitch every time his thumb would accidentally trace over the head of his cock. 

You needed to end the call. You needed to send him a text saying that you ended the call because it was late and you didn't want your phone to overheat with it staying on for more than six hours. Some sort of convincing lie to get you out of the current situation that you were in. There was no good excuse as to why you were watching him touch himself. He had a girlfriend. Mikasa was your friend and here you were – watching her boyfriend get off on facetime, voluntarily invading his privacy.  A piece of privacy that he hadn't seemed real inclined on protecting if he wasn't able to tell that the call was still going.

Although, that still didn't justify your desire to continue watching him.

He began to give himself slow and relaxed strokes, abs tensing with each movement, "Fuck," he breathed, voice a bit raspy as he frowned and let his head fall back against the top of the short headboard. 

There you were – sat up in bed, cross-legged with a heavy throb in between your legs that wouldn't go away no matter what you tried thinking about. A puppy? Didn't work. Maybe an elderly lady doing yoga...

You squinted for a moment then closed your eyes, thinking that shielding your eyes away from your screen was going to help. That moment away was when you'd heard Eren let out a low groan and swear under his breath again.

"Fuck me," you muttered in frustration, reopening your eyes. 

Eren moved his hand easily along his cock, making sure to cover his head before stroking back down. His hips were threatening to move up but he seemed to hold himself back, sliding his other hand down to the bed, gripping into it. 

His breathing was picking up and you were unable to pull your eyes away. Watching him, you noticed that he still had the small moles across his abs like before. Except now they were a little darker and there were even a few new ones that were splayed just under his chest. Skin smooth, except for the small patch of hair right at his pelvis. 

With each lazy stroke, he made sure to tug at the cock head in long sweeps to keep himself on the edge. His hair was half up but a few strands laid across his damp forehead, sticking from the sweat. As you looked more closely, it was only then did you notice the tattoos. 

"He's got tattoos?" you asked yourself with raised brows as your eyes traced over the one on his arm that wrapped around his wrist then to the one at the side of his neck that looked like a line of words that you weren't able to decipher. There was also one on his hip bone that looked to be a small bird in flight and a few smaller ones on his fingers that were on his left hand. How did you manage to miss them? Better question, when did he grow a love for ink? In high school, when you had asked him if he would ever get a tattoo, he made a face and said he could never. 

He definitely grew up.

Suddenly, his head turned towards the camera. He was panting and staring at the screen like he was able to see you. Was he?

You pushed the phone out a bit from your face and looked around you to make sure that it was still jet black in the room. To your advantage, it was but that still didn't explain the strange look that was now on his face as he let his cock smack back against his abdomen. 

With slight tension in his brows, he grabbed the phone with his other hand, staring and squinting at the screen. You were holding your breath as he tapped the screen. Jade eyes widened in surprise. Telling by the look of horror on his face, it was safe to say that he'd had no clue that the phone was actually still on. 

Whoops.

"Dude, are you serious?" He said to himself in a low tone, almost wanting to laugh but actually seemed a little nervous, thinking you could've heard him or worse. Saw him.

You did. In fact, it was more than that. You'd been watching him, which should've made you feel bad but reasonably enough...it didn't. 

You weren't buying it. All signs were pointing to him being genuinely confused and scared, but a part of you didn't believe that he was completely unaware the entire time. 

"Hey..." he spoke, trying to see if you were going to answer back and answer the one question he had. 

There was no reason to hide and lie. If anything, you two were going to laugh and never speak about the situation ever again.

So, you answered.

"Hey..."

"Oh shit."

Silence.

You and Eren sat in your beds, quiet on both ends. He felt a little embarrassed about you catching him but you were the reason behind the extremely awkward air. You didn't know what to say and neither did he, but he wanted to give it a try because awkward silence only made things weirder for him.

Your light was now on so he looked at you through the screen before clearing his throat. 

"So...rate me?"

Your burst of laughter made him laugh and the tension filled air was suddenly gone. 

You rolled your eyes, looking back at him with a smile. "I'll give you a 9."

He smirked, leaning against the headboard again. "A 9, huh? What's a guy gotta do to get a 10, babe?"

You dipped your head down from the camera, trying to pretend he didn't call you that. "Keep talking like that," you reconnected the eye contact, almost frowning. "-and you're getting debunked to a solid 3."

"Ah damn," he tilted his head, pouting. "I'll take the 9 then."

"Yeah, smart call."

"So..." he looked down to play with the strings to his pajama pants that were now put back on. "Will this make the friendship all weird or like..."

You thought about it for a moment before opening your mouth. "Not...really. I've seen you before. It was just a shock right after waking up." You watched as he took a peek back up at you through his lashes, grinning. You smiled and looked away, already annoyed. "Say it and you're done."

He laughed, "Alright, I won't! I just…Can I be honest about something?"

You nodded, clueless to what he was going to ask you.

"Did you...wake up to seeing me like that or were you watching the entire time?"

Your mind went semi blank. The urge to lie was almost stronger than wanting to tell the truth. One of them had to win and the wrong one did.

"I was watching the entire time."

"Oh?" the dark look in his eyes was almost as annoying as the shit eating grin that was on his face now. "What a perv. I had a feeling you weren't really asleep and came to find out that you weren't." He stretched out and rubbed a hand down his chest that was covered by a shirt, falling out of view.

You rolled your eyes. "And what was I supposed to do? Ignore you?"

"No. Ask if you could help."

Your mouth dropped open. "You can't be serious."

He shrugged, still smiling. "I am."

"No way," you moved out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. "Never in a million years."

"Sad. We could've bonded."

"You're crazy."

“Yeah, crazy over you," he said jokingly.

"Yuck."

Eren laughed, watching you set the phone up on the counter and away from the toilet as you used the bathroom. "So I've upgraded to hearing you pee? Nice."

You frowned and smirked, turning the faucet on. Over the running water, you heard him whine something about "no fair" and it made you giggle as you finished up and flushed. He was able to see you wash your hands and got carried back into the room.

"I'm serious though," he muttered and it was so low that you almost missed it. 

With a quirked brow, you sat down at the edge of the bed. "What do you mean?"

His eyes didn't leave yours as he continued, "Helping me."

Wasn't he joking? He couldn't have been actually serious about that. Could he? He was insane. He had a girlfriend and you two were just starting to be friends after spending so many years with zero contact. Plus, it wasn't like that left room to become fuck buddies or anything like that. Hello! Mikasa?

"I...what?" You were insanely confused and couldn't understand where he was expecting the conversation to go because you weren't going to help him in any sort of sexual sense so there was no need to stay on that subject. 

Eren took a pillow from beside him and placed it off to the side, setting the phone against it. "You heard me. I want your help so I can finish."

It was a joke. It had to be. 

You checked the time at the top of your phone and noticed it was pushing three in the morning. "Eren, I'm over the joke already. Besides, where's Mikasa? She's gotta be home by now, right?"

He nodded, ruffling his hair. "Yeah, but she decided to sleep in the guest room tonight." His eyes weren't very telling. "Around 11, she came home and we had a small argument. Nothing major. It'll blow over by the morning, as usual. Not worried about it." He let out a small yawn, pulling down at his pants to make room. Or was he...adjusting? "So...are you in or...?"

The question was left hanging in the air because there was no way you were going to help him finish off his relationship with Mikasa because you were sure that was what was going to happen if you did 'help him'. 

She was going to find out. She always did.

"I won't get into your relationship but-"

"And every time you say that, you're always getting into stuff  that has nothing to do with you."

You closed your mouth and looked down, a bit hurt. It wasn't like he was wrong but he didn't have to say it like that.

He saw the look on your face and sighed.

"I shouldn't have said it like that, I'm sorry."

Not like that was triggering or anything. Nope. Not at all.

"No you're right." You bit into your lip and wanted the topic to pass already. 

"Uh..." he rubbed at his neck, wishing he hadn't said it like that. If anything, you were just trying to help. "How about I help you instead."

You blinked and looked back at him, confused. "Help me?"

"Yeah," a slow side smile spread across his pretty face. "You couldn't have watched me without getting turned on. It'll be a friend helping out another friend. Won't you let me help?"

Was he crazy? Had to be.

Literally insane.

There was no way you were going to agree to something like that. It was basically like cheating plus just because you found him attractive didn't mean you wanted to go behind your friend's back and help her boyfriend cheat on her.

She would never in a million years forgive you if she found out.

"Eren, no I-"

"Lay down."

His voice was low and authoritative. By the blank expression on his face, it was obvious that he was being entirely serious. He wanted to help you and maybe if it was just a one time thing, could it hurt? Mikasa wasn't going to find out if it was just this once. There were many people in friendships where this sort of thing happened. It wasn't odd or abnormal. Completely normal and if he was going to guide you through video chat without physically being there and touching you — it somehow made it a little easier to get into it.

So with that in mind, you did as you were told and laid down, keeping a leg bent so that it felt less awkward. 

He hummed, "Set the phone up to where I can see as much of you as possible."

You did the same thing you saw him do and used a pillow as leverage, keeping the phone perked up against it. "Okay..."

"Now," he slid a hand down his chest to his abdomen, inhaling deeply. "Play with yourself. Start slow. Your tits are usually a good start." There was a smirk in his voice and when you looked at him, it wasn't a surprise that it was there. Right on his annoyingly attractive face. 

"This is so weird," you mumbled to yourself, unable to find a moment in your life where you'd ever done anything like this before. It was very new to you. To facetime someone and...touch yourself in front of them. 

It was almost a little exciting.

One of your hands skimmed over a nipple, just barely nicking it. 

"Oh," you breathed, feeling a tingle swim through your chest. 

Eren stared at you intensely, almost too mesmerized to blink in case he missed something. 

"Again, pretty girl. Over and over until the pressure in between your legs gets to be too much. Then," he palmed himself lightly, letting his thumb rub over the head of his cock. "Then, I want to hear you beg."

Your skin was hot as you pinched and twisted at your nipples through your shirt, trying to not think about Eren watching everything that you were doing and finding zero shame in it. For you, it was incredibly embarrassing but in some weird way...you liked it. You liked him guiding you and staring at you through the screen as you did so. There was no doubt in your mind that he was secretly touching himself to you and that thought made you close your legs because that gave your mind permission to think about him actually being in the same room as you.

Watching you from across the room but not touching you. Just telling you what to do.

"Eren," you moaned lowly, hoping he didn't hear it.

"Louder. Let me hear you."

Your thighs twitched as you pushed up your shirt and took your nipples back in between your fingers, imagining his mouth over them, swirling the hardened buds with his tongue and groaning about how perfect they were. 

How perfect you were.

"Tell me what's on your mind. Be vocal for me. I need to know what you're thinking," he shamelessly pleaded, tugging his pants down low enough to let himself free. You heard his cock hit his abs with a faint smack and the urge to reach a hand down in between your legs almost won if you hadn't remembered what he said.

You had to beg to get permission. 

You tossed your head towards the phone next to you and felt your face warm at what you were about to do. "Can I please touch myself now?"

He smirked almost instantly. "Not even going to fight it, huh?" You didn't say a word back. It was all in your eyes. "Pity. I expected more fight from you but then again," he positioned the camera in a similar position yours was in, and you saw the angry head of his cock covered with his arousal. You felt a whine bubble up in your throat at the sight. The thought of that inside of you right now...so deep...pulsating against your walls, threatening to cum from how tight you'd be around him. "Watching me earlier must've been really painful for you, huh baby?"

"Oh my god," you groaned weakly, shoving a hand down and pushing your underwear aside to press a finger against your aching clit. If this truly was a one time thing then what either of you said and thought in the moment wasn't going to matter later. It probably wasn't even going to be brought up again. That was the only way you even allowed yourself to say what you wanted to say. "I wish you were here, Eren. Using your fingers and touching me the way I'm touching myself. So bad," you whispered but it wasn't low enough for him to miss. He'd heard it all.

He gave himself a few slow pumps before smiling to himself, "Soon."

His response had missed you. You were too focused on how good it felt to relieve some of the pressure that had built up from watching him earlier. It was so painful and you were too embarrassed and nervous. It would've been wrong but he ended up knowing that you were watching all along. So maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if you'd looked at it like he had purposely put on a show for you.

Wasn't like he hadn't insinuated that he knew.

A single finger dipped past your slippery folds, easily pushing into your tight hole, going at an easy pace before picking it up. Your other hand was preoccupied with cupping one of your breasts, fingers tweaking at the supple bud sending little shockwaves throughout your body. 

Eren was captivated by you. It was nothing like fucking Mikasa or even guiding her into an orgasm. No. Something about the way you moaned and touched yourself for him — it was different. He would've been lying to himself if he didn't admit that he held some sort of desire for you. To see you. To touch you himself and make you cum from his cock alone. To have you begging him to fill you up like the good little whore that you were.

By the looks of it, it didn't seem like you changed much at all.

Just a lot more gullible and needier.

"Ah," he felt his balls tense up from the pressure. He wasn't going to last much longer but he couldn't let himself come before you. That was rude. You needed to be completely satisfied before he found it acceptable.

His eyes were back on you. Your fingers were in your mouth and he could've fallen into a coma at the lewd look on your face before you shoved them back into your pretty pussy. 

God, he was going to lose his fucking mind over you.

"Are you close, baby?"

You nodded, "mhm," trying to keep eye contact with him, but it was hard when all you wanted to do was get lost in the feeling with your eyes closed. "M'so close, I won't be able to hold off. I'm sorry."

He could've groaned at the way you apologized for something you could hardly control.

What were you doing to him?

"It's okay, pretty," your thighs twitched at the pet name. "This is about you."

Your body felt tingly. Like it was getting ready to soar down while on a rollercoaster. There was a tight ball of tension at the lower part of your stomach and it was hard to fight off. You'd wanted to last longer, but it was impossible with the way Eren helped you along. He'd made it so hard to hold back. Even for just a second longer. 

Your hips slowly rose off of the mattress and your toes curled, feeling the intensity and pleasure all hit you at once. Your release flooded across your fingers, sticking to them like glue. Your legs were a little shaky and you took a few moments to catch your breath. 

In the heat of the moment, you'd torn your eyes away from him but when you looked back, you were thankful to not miss it.

The way his abs tensed before flexing and tightening, hearing his breath quicken. One of his legs was bent up but it didn't obstruct your view. His strokes were steady and precise, going over his head each time. 

"Oh my god," he moaned, biting into the pillow next to him as he pushed his hips up, fucking into his hand. He was almost there, so unbelievably close, fuck he could feel it.

Then your next set of words sent him right over the edge.

"Come for me, Eren."

His vision blurred enough for him to close his eyes, feeling his thick and creamy release coat his lean upper body. His bun was hanging onto the thin elastic band, most of his hair splayed out on the pillow behind him. 

He looked a mess but you found him to be severely captivating. 

There was one thing that was bothering you but you chose to not think about it. At least for now. 

His hand slowed until he stopped completely, slightly shaking. He brought his hand up to his line of vision, chuckled and dropped it back on his stomach, looking at you.

"You didn't have to do that."

You felt your skin warm. "No, but I kind of remember you asking me to help you and that was me. Helping."

He sent you a lazy smile before humming, sitting up. "Yeah. You're right," he grabbed the phone with his clean hand and slid out of bed. His green eyes were back on you, almost looking through you. "Thanks, pretty girl."

"Eren," you whined, throwing a pillow right over your face to hide the shame of liking the things he called you.

He laughed, making it to the bathroom. 

"Cute. You should get some rest. We'll talk tomorrow."

You pushed the cotton aside, staring at him as he cleaned up. "Promise?"

He smiled with a nod. "Of course."

Hesitantly, you believed him but not fully. 

Just in case. 

"M'kay. Goodnight."

"Night," he sang before hitting the 'end' button.

The screen went back to your lockscreen and you set the device to the side before looking up at the ceiling.

"What the actual fuck am I going to do now?"

There was no going back. Eren cheated on Mikasa, with you no less. How were you supposed to hang out with her knowing that you'd had a mutual masturbation session with her boyfriend? There was also the possibility that she was going to find out but not through you. No. What if she and Eren got into an argument and out of anger, he mentioned you and him? It wasn't like he hadn't done something like that before.

You couldn't put anything past him so the only card you had left to play was denying whatever he could say about you. If not that, then there was always the truth.

That would mean losing Mikasa forever and you didn't want that to happen. Ever.

It was just best to put what just happened behind you. Behind both of you. 

It would've been easy to do if it was only just this once.

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“yo,” is the first way eren greets you, nodding his head as he brushes past you after you open the back door, sneaking him into your home late in the afternoon, already smelling of weed with his hands stuffed into his black hoodie, the hood over his dark brown hair as he chews his gum. he remembers to take off his shoes so he wouldn’t track mud over the house, grabbing them and hiding them in the closet in case your parents came home early. he’s lightly coated with rain, the mixture of it with his cologne fanning over the area.

“hey,” you softly smile, eren taking one hand out to do your signature handshake, slapping them side by side, sliding your palms together before snapping your fingers.

“what’s good with you?” his gruff voice asks, already walking upstairs to your room.

“nothin’ much, classes been busting my ass,” you shrug, following behind him. you lock your door and find him sitting in his usual spot when the two of you hang out for a smoke sesh. comfortably leaning back in your gaming chair with his thighs spread, his brown hair falling to his shoulders.

“you’re rewatching this shit again?” eren grumbles about the series thats on your screen, nodding and smiling like an idiot, eren referring to the vampire diaries. you’re definitely on your tenth mark.

“i love it, you know this.”

“yeah,” he’s pulling out a honeybun flavored backwood along with his stash of weed, turning to your desk and doing what he usually does.

“you never let me roll,” you whine, eren turning to look you up and down, your black shorts practically swallowing your thighs and ass. his stare lingers before he breaks it away.

“your shit be fat,” he chuckles.

“fat and cute,” you roll your eyes. “it hits faster.”

“doesn’t.”

you take a seat on one of your beanbag chairs, knocking back the rest of your wine you had with dinner an hour ago and happily watching him roll, always intrigued by it. he side eyes you as he runs his tongue along the sheet, telling you to stop and finish enjoying your stupid show to which you throw your plushie at him as a result. you can tell his half buzzed by his body language, sort of sluggish and barely talkative. you switch to youtube and play a bunch of random music videos after he finishes, eren letting you hit first and laughing when you cough. you’re still learning. and you’ve only ever smoked with him like twice so far.

“clear out your throat like i told you. suck in your breath and then inhale it. hold it for ten seconds if you can, then release it.”

you follow his instructions, holding the blunt between your fingers like a cigarette and taking your puff. the elated look in your eyes makes eren happy, tapping under your chin with his hooked finger proudly. you pass it to him, and it continues until it’s nothing but a roach. you always start to feel it when you’re giggling too much. both of you relax and watch tv, eren not talking much which was kind of odd.

“found this polaroid of you at reiner’s,” eren says after a few minutes of silence. the word polaroid instantly made your heart stop, seeing the dark glare in his eyes as he pulls it from his hoodie pocket, giving it another look before showing you.

“why do you have it? jerk off to it or something?” you joke with a small laugh, only thing, he’s not laughing. his face remains straight, as if he’s mad about it. you raise your brow. “you did, didn’t you.”

“if you want the truth, I did,” he’s blunt about it, not unusual of him. it’s eren. “nutted so fuckin’ much, too.”

your cheeks grow hot, playing with the waist bead around your hip nervously. why’s he acting like this? “um, why are you telling me this?”

“why I nutted or why’d I take it?”

you roll your eyes. “both.”

“mhm, I don’t know,” he purses his lips. “saw it, thought you looked fuckin’ sexy, so I took it. the real question is—why did he have it?”

there was no point in lying. he’s your best friend, but reiner’s also your best friend—and his. he knew not to tell eren a fucking crumb of anything that went on between the two of you. eren didn’t take lightly to betrayal. you’ve known him for years, and he’s liked you for some time now. but to be honest, he’s a slut. even if you wanted to be with him you knew it wouldn’t work out because the man simply cannot keep his dick in his pants. he’s been trying to mess with you for some time now, especially after finding out that you make the majority of your bank from streaming on adult websites.

hey, can you drive me to the mall? i need some things for work.

work. you mean plastering your pussy on camera to millions of perverts. he remembers the text so vividly. the day even more memorable as he watches you buy ring lights, expensive ass camcorders and skimpy lingerie. you don’t know this, but he found one of your streams accidentally one night he was scrolling on the hub for the hell of it. you never wanted to tell him your user because you knew his obsession with you is already insane. you made sure to keep your face covered in a hot pink ski mask, but he noticed those lips of yours anywhere, plump like a bratz doll and that voice—that voice of yours he tries so hard to block out of his head.

“we did a video for my channel,” you say it so low he raises his brow and waits for you to say it clearer. you clear your throat, cottonmouth getting to you. “I asked him if he could film with me and we took pictures for the plot or whatever.”

eren spins the chair side to side with his legs, head tilted to the side as he ponders. “you fuck him?”

“I did.”

his jaw clenches instantly, iridescent eyes tinting to a darker shade as he slowly blinks one time. “it’s good you’re honest. I saw the video anyways. looked like you had a good time.”

your eyes bulge. “wait—huh? when?!”

“the butterfly on your ass was a dead giveaway,” he shrugs, completely ignoring you. “plus on the video where you deep throated your dildo, you were wearing the black babydoll I picked out.”

“oh my god, eren!” you gape at him, his bluntness overbearing sometimes. “you weren’t supposed to see that. fuck.”

“don’t worry, reiner didn’t show me, nor did he tell me,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “you really fucked him, y/n, really? my best friend? knowing how I feel about you?”

when he says it like that he makes you feel like the bad person. you swallow. “eren, nothing’s going on between us. it was just sex. didn’t mean anything. I promise it’s not going to taint the three of our relationships.”

he tongues his inner cheek. “both of you really have a lot of fucking nerve.”

and that’s when it’s your turn to get mad. “let’s not act like you ever had the ability to sit the fuck down and stop shoving your dick in anybody you walk by. you say you want me, say you have feelings for me, but then you turn around and fuck with other girls. explain that, because i’m confused.”

“oh, so we’re gonna act like all the times i’ve tried never existed?” eren’s leaning forward in his chair now, brows furrowed. “when I did try to only focus on you, it’s always a let down. you turn me down every time. you play dumb every time I touch you.”

“maybe because I didn’t want to have sex with you for that exact reason,” you fume, not expecting to get so pent up about it. “i know how you are. you think i don’t know you? i know you like the back of my fucking hand, eren. i’m sorry i was afraid to start anything with you in fear of you still fucking other women! it takes a lot to satisfy you. i’ve never seen you settle down and if you tried with me you’d probably fuck up a good thing.”

it’s silent for a while, the only sound being made was the creaking of the floor as he bounces his leg with agitation. he stares blankly at the floor.

“say something,” you ball your fists.

“come here,” eren rasps, taking his hands out his pockets and patting one of his thighs. without another thought, you’re crawling to him, sitting between his legs and glaring up at him with pouty lips, folding your arms around your midsection which plumps up your tits in your yellow tank top. eren bends down in his seat, his hair tickling your forehead he later kisses.

the soft gesture has usually been his form of i’m sorry. only this time he takes it further, softly wrapping his hand around your neck before lifting your head and locking his lips with yours. your eyes falter shut, savoring his taste, plump lips kissing him back as he grips you closer and deepens his kiss, groaning after tasting the cherry lipgloss on your lips. you weren’t expecting your body to grow this hot after a small makeout session, his lips like pillows and his masculine scent succumbing you. his pretty hair in your hand as you tuck the strands behind one of his ears and pick yourself up to kiss him harder, sloppier.

his thick tongue rushes over your own, swallowing your lips in his mouth and groping at your ass his hands snake down to play with. eren removes his mouth, pupils dilated and by now his dick is uncomfortably shielded in his jeans. he reaches down to unbutton his pants, keeping his eyes on you as you keep your hands to yourself momentarily, the sound of his zipper giving you excitement. you’ve seen his dick before, and that’s only because he had a few dick pics in his camera roll, being nosey on his phone. it was nice. but seeing it in person made your mouth water, squeezing your thighs together as he pulls his dick from his briefs, hard as fuck and leaking with so much precum. the head is a pinkish purple, shaft slightly wide with thick veins protruding on the base and sides. he’s circumcised, of course. about eight to nine inches. definitely a gut killer.

“suck my fucking dick,” he whispers gently, nearly wheezes the command, cheeks flushed already just from a few smooches. you watch him with fascination as he angles his head and spits on it himself before saying, “put your hands on it first.”

both of your hands reach for his dick, one resting above the other as you stroke after applying slight pressure, twisting both your hands as he holds your face in his hands, brows knitted. he hisses from your touch, complaining briefly that your hands are cold. you blame the temperature of your room.

“sorry.”

“s’okay, baby. open that pretty mouth f’me,” he sighs, drunkenly observing you as you widen your mouth, eren tracing them with his fingers before sinking them in, lowering his jaw from the warmth, his dick twitching in your hands.

“I like a lot of spit,” eren says, thrusting and twisting his fingers to prep your throat. your eyes water the deeper they sink, until you’re gagging on his fingers and he’s grinning when your saliva starts to pick back up, knowing weed gives you crazy cottonmouth. “sss, that’s it, there we go.”

he holds onto your jaw to ensure your mouth stays open, guiding you down to his aching dick you drool over, widening your jaw to accommodate him as he sits back and lets you work. his emerald eyes are closed, breathing through his nose as you hollow your cheeks and bob your head, stroking altogether with two hands. he spreads his thighs wider, your nose brushing onto his heaving stomach, the hood on his head slipping off since he can’t seem to stop moving.

“fuck, doing so good,” he hums, sucking on his lips as you take him to the back of your throat, eren putting his hand on your head to keep you there for a few seconds, whispering ‘yes, baby. take it all’ until you can’t anymore, lifting your head and panting over the head. he moans when you only suck on the tip, swirling your tongue around and taking his balls into your mouth next, sucking, eren making an inhumane noise before stopping you.

“ard, stop—fuck,” he pulls you off with a breathless laugh. you sit on your knees adorably before him, biting back your smile as you clean your face with your hand. you want to say something smart but you figured now wasn’t the time, his face switching quick as he stands to his full height, reaching his arms behind his back to pull his hoodie over his head, tossing it aside, the black shirt he wears underneath hiking up to give you a peak of his toned torso.

you stand up, the silver necklaces on your neck dangling as you bend slightly to pull down your shorts, bare underneath. you turn so he can see that cute butterfly tattoo on your ass he’s liked since the first time he saw it. holding your hand when you got it, now that he remembers. this same tattoo that reiner had his hands on as he gripped your ass and fucked you hard into this same exact bed he’d given a dirty look the instant he stepped into your room. his anger doesn’t suffice, coming behind you and smacking your ass, watching it jiggle and humming when you gasp.

“lay down, hang your head off the bed.”

your eyes nearly roll back, eren reading you so well as you take your spot on the bed, laying flat on your back, not before arching it on purpose just so he can catch a cute glimpse of your pussy, already wet and waiting for him. eventually, you’d known all along you’d fuck him, and you’re glad he understands your mutual frustration. more him than you. eren notices your act but doesn’t say a word, nonchalant face down packed. you’re on your back now, hanging your head off the edge of the bed like he asked, holding your knees up to your chest.

his skinny legs waltz towards you, veiny hand holding his cock after he shuffles his jeans down to his feet, admiring your body as he taps his dick on your lips. you dart your tongue out occasionally, eyes half-lidded, your high getting to you now along with the blood rushing to your skull.

“nasty fuckin’ whore,” eren grits, inching his body over you and letting his fingers explore your drenched cunt, spanking your clit three times before gently rolling the pads of his fingers over it, your moans unfortunately not foreign to him given his recent exposure to your naughty acts. “you can show reiner this, show millions of people this sweet lil’ pussy, but not me?”

again, you stay quiet, figuring he’s really just mumbling out words of frustration, not giving you a lecture. one thing he will do is give you a warning. show you that he’s perfectly capable to maintaining a relationship. that he can fuck you better than reiner. satisfy you. make you happy. only if you let him try.

“if you can’t breathe just tap my thigh,” the ball in his throat bobs as he swallows, sliding his dick into your mouth until he can see the outline of it in your throat, clutching your neck with one hand as he thrusts his sharp hips, hearing how sloppy you take him, gargling around his cock that hurts your jaw in the best way. he keeps his pace slow just so he can toy with you, slapping the side of your face after petting it and calling you his good girl.

“I like your throat. nasty as fuck. gonna beat your pussy til’ you wanna run. til’ you start scratching me. til’ you start crying and saying you can’t take it. but i’ll make you fuckin’ take it.”

you moan after every promise he makes, and you know he’s not lying by the growl in his tone, by the way he swivels his hips to fuck his cock faster, your hand coming to grip onto the back of his thigh, breathing through your nose and trying your best for him to handle it a little longer. he’s slapping your tits now, tugging your tank so it sits just under them, pinching at your perked nipples. he’s playing with your pussy more, running two fingers between your folds before dipping them into your hole and stretching you out, massaging your walls as you moan and he holds your knee still to keep your legs apart. at one point he slows his thrusts, pulling his dick out after you tap his thigh like he said, catching your breath only to choke once he begins strumming your clit like some sort of instrument. flicking at your clit until you’re crying and moving your hips frantically.

you’re becoming lightheaded, and eren knows your signals by now, studying your body in those filthy videos you make. what you like to do to yourself, how you like things done. how fast you cum. how hard you cum. how you scream, cry, curl your toes or whimper.

“f-fuck, eren. s’too much,” you whimper, clamping your legs shut over his arm, moving your head to the side to watch him. he makes matters worse as he spits over your pussy, thick tongue lolling out to lick, mouth sucking and tasting your juices with his eyes rolling back. dying to be familiar with this taste for the longest.

you squeal in shock as he picks you up by your waist, neck bending as you wrap your arms securely around his thigh, eren burying his face in your cunt, messily eating at it as his spit trails down your ass, sucking and rolling your clit in his mouth like his favorite candy. you scream as he starts fucking his tongue inside you, bobbing his head to dig it deep as possible. you scream when you cum, the elicit noises from him sloppily eating your pussy and moaning against you drives you there, your toes curling and your sounds high pitched, racing in his head.

he sets you back down, swiftly turning you around and spanking your ass as you tremble, biting at your plump lips and sniffling, your head all fuzzy. he turns you so you’re on your stomach, positioning you on your knees as your upper halve weakly lays flat, arms sprawled out. eren pulls the hair tie from his wrist off by his teeth, pulling his hair up into a bun as he dangerously makes eye contact with you. you smile into your shoulder blissfully, knowing he’s going to wreck your shit. tapping his head at your pussy with a wet pat pat a few times, he sinks inside you, your cunt swallowing and clenching him with ease, clit still beating from the previous orgasm.

eren has zero mercy for you, jaw locking as he puts all his weight into his hands that hold down your backside, rolling his waist like the fucking devil he was and fucking you hard, snapping his hips like he’s in heat. not jackhammering, or fucking like a rabbit, no—he’s fucking you. clapping his toned hips against your ass hard while keeping his pace slow.

“yes, daddy! fuck,” the word slips from your mindless brain, whining into your duvet and letting him use you, taking it without complaints. he’s kissing at your cervix, knocking against it like an animal. it hurt so good. you can feel your gut twisting, moaning as he wraps his fist around your hair and tugs your head back, wanting you to be bold about your statement, the pillows muffling you. he likes what you call him a little too much, grinning sadistically and pressing his lips to your ear, telling you to ‘call me daddy again. i like that.’

and you do. you do everything he tells you to. tears leak from your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation, cumming yet again after he tells you your pussy is fuckin’ my dick like she didn’t get enough from reiner. gushing on it like she’s fuckin’ crazy.

“fuckfuckfu—erennn,” by now you’re spent, hugging your pillows close as you dry heave and your eyes flicker white like the damn exorcist. skin clapping picked up when eren feels those butterflies in his stomach, folding your forearms behind your arched back before drilling quicker. your hands shake wildly in his grasp, trying to push him back, too stimulated for another orgasm. but it all felt too good. you’ll never take any other dick but his. he’s your new treat.

“unh, you creamin’ on my shit,” he hisses, smacking your ass as his green eyes focuses on his dick dragging in and out of you, your cum smearing along his dick in a pretty white. “ooh, shit. i’m cumming. lemme cum inside you. i’ll get you a pill. kay baby?”

he doesn’t do it until you agree with streams of yes’s, eren grunting as he spills his cum into you, keeping your ass up to his abdomen as he humps against you, grinding as if he could go any deeper. he’s just in love with how good you grip his dick, visibly seeing it. fuck, you make him a mess. he can’t seem to move, and neither can you, panting above you before smoothing his hands over your backside, smacking your ass once more and gently kissing at your temple, telling you good shit before pulling out. you laugh at him, body flaccid as his heavy steps could be heard, distancing from you.

eren finds a fresh rag and wets it with warm water, coming back to you to clean you up, holding your face in his hands to wipe away your tear stained face, now feeling embarrassed that you got that out of control. eren kisses you once again.

“should’ve filmed that for reiner.”

visual. visual. visual.

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