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lilmashae · 9 months

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* ੈ✩‧₊˚ "say it back, sweetheart." — e.y

cw: modern!au, fratboy!au, eren x reader, fem!reader, poc!reader, jealous!eren, public-ish sex, fingering, no real sex, kind of a "fwb" situation, mean-dom!eren ?, smut (so 18+)

a/n: i was gonna write full on pnv smut but it was getting LONGGG like i mean this shit was stretchin...so pls do w ts what u will...

frat-boy!eren fucking the absolute shit out of your throat 'cause he caught you dancing on jean and "flirting" with connie.

"please, eren." you begged looking up at him, "please, i promise you're the only one--you're the only one i'm fucking."

you and eren weren't "together", y'all werent "exclusive" either. so you didn't think it'd be a problem when you showed up to his house-party in your little white dress: your sheer, short, tight, skimpy little white dress that rode up your thighs as you pranced around the party drinking and shaking your ass.

everyone knew you and eren were having casual sex. you knew that everyone knew, and neither of you cared. what you didn't know was that eren had been calling you "his" behind your back. and that is what pissed you off.

so, what better way to get back at him than throwing your ass all on jean? bending over, arching your back, and grinding into him: all as eren watched from the corner with an amused look on his face. and if that wasn't enough to make him regret calling you "his", you sitting perched up on connie's lap, letting his hands trace and squeeze on your thighs, was.

"what the fuck are you doing, y/n?"

your phone buzzed from the pocket of your jacket as you dug into it, reading the message on your screen. getting up you glanced at connie, "i'll be back, baby." he nodded, releasing you from his arms, now holding onto your hands, "be quick, yeah?" you laugh cupping his cheek while staring down at him. "i will." you lie, excusing yourself from the group on your way to "refill your drink". instead you find eren: leaning tall against a wall. "so?" he says, "what are you tryin' to do? 'cause it ain't working." it's obvious he's lying. it is, working: he stands with his arms crossed, eyes darkened, sucking on his teeth as he scoffs, "you not goin' to talk, or what?"

"so that's how this is... y/n you know better than anyone, i can make you talk--and you know what, i think i will."

you were ready to give him an earful, "who the fuck do you think you are? going around telling all these motherfuckers that i'm yours?" is what you were going to say. "well, i think--" and before you could even start, eren had grabbed your wrist and dragged you upstairs. you remained silent as he roughly sat you on his bed, grabbing your face, forcing you to stare into his green eyes. "tell me what you were tryin' to do, and maybe i'll fuck you like a good girl, how's that sound?"

you knew no-one could fuck you like eren could: no one had ever, fucked you like him. there was no-one who could split you open and hit every single nerve or rile you up like him. no man who could find that soft, spongy spot and abuse it like eren could. but still. you were pissed, and you wouldn't dare listen to him right now.

"how about you mind your fucking business, eren! you're so full of shit, why're you going around claiming me as yours, huh? and why i got to find out from somebody else that that's how you feel?" he rolled his eyes, loosening his grasp on your face. "it's true, though. isn't it? you are mine, you're always screaming my name while i--" you cut him off, "that's different, and you know it."

that was the "conversation" you two had before he had you on your knees teasing his tip against your pillowy lips. "since you won't talk, i'll put your mouth to better use."

"please, eren." you begged looking up at him, "please, i promise you're the only one--you're the only one i'm fucking." eren mocked you, "you're sorry, sweetheart? hm?" he had positioned his knee between yours, still grinding against your heat. you feverishly nod your head, frantically begging for him to do something: do more. "so sorry. so, so sorry--" you were ranting before he took his tip, smearing pre-cum onto your lips as he slid fully into your mouth. "goin' to fuck your pretty, little mouth full, okay? and if you do good," he paused, smirking " i think i'll fuck you."

you could feel his pre-cum trickling down your throat as he slid his dick in-and-out of your mouth. eren forcefully grabbed the back of your neck snapping his hips into your face yet again. your mind had gone blank, feeling his knee firmly press into your clothed clit. it was driving you insane, overstimulated from his cock dripping, filling your throat so good and also from the friction rubbing at your core. with each thrust you grew more and more impatient and needy, just wishing he'd split you open already. eren knew it, he could see the desire in your eyes as he continued fucking your throat as you eagerly waited for him to cum. "shit--" he gasped over the wet and lewd noises that filled the room, "i'm close, sweetheart. promise." he continued slamming himself into your mouth at a steady, rhythmic pace, your lips becoming puffy and wet as you drooled onto his cock nodding again. "you just got to do one thing f'me first, 'kay?" anything! i'll do anything: is what you would say if your mouth wasn't lined with his dick. the bucking of hips began to slow down as he pulled out of your mouth, once again stroking your tongue with his head.

eren began getting up off the bed, keeping you sat there as he dove into your lips to passionately kiss you. "you have to say that you're mine," he whispers against your lips, smirking. the one thing you didn't want to admit, was the same thing that'd earn you some of the best sex of your college career. "you're mine." he dives back into your lips, nipping at the bottom one, "say it back, sweetheart." hesitantly, you follow his movements before whispering softly you sigh, "i'm yours, eren." the two of you latch onto each other's lips desperately chasing some sort of high. he takes his palm grinding it into your clit as his slender fingers loop under your panties guiding them close to your tight-hole. prodding and teasing at your entrance he let one finger slowly sink into your gummy walls. you let out a soft moan, lightly biting at his lips. he sunk in another finger and then another, the squelching sounds of your arousal echoing off your surroundings. he began vigorously pressing his fingers deeper and deeper inside of you.

finally, he ended up hitting that same soft spot, causing you to cum all on his fingers. "you're mine, right?" he glares down at you. softly laughing you look up at him deadpan, "boy, you wish."

i'm working on some more smut for yall... send requests if you have any or js wanna talk! extra for yall who were expecting more, bcs ily sm 🫶🏽

"hurry up, eren." you whined seeing his cock twitch as he continued to finger you. "mhh," he slowed down, "don't rush me, y/n."

he has slid into you easily. you cry feeling the stretch his cock provides. "you're still--so tight baby." he scoffs before wildly slamming into you. "wonder how many times i'll have to fuck you before you finally--" he groans into the air, sharply exhaling, "finally loosen up." he finishes, landing a firm slap on your ass watching the recoil. "mpf! eren, fuck.."

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fueledbysano · 3 years

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Payback

summary: You owe Eren some cash, but when it's time to pay back, you seem to be short of it. Will he accepted another way of payment from you?

✧ pairing: s4!Eren x f!reader

✧ includes: modern college au, mentions of drugs, detailed smut, nsfw (mdni), handjob, heavy teasing, breath play (choking), degradation and praise kink, overstimulation, frat boy Eren >:)

✧ wc: 3,242

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You were never the one to ask for nor borrow money from people, yet here you were on this situation– in the middle of a transaction with the second year, Eren Jeager. The two of you are not completely strangers, but not so close friends either. You and Eren shared a handful conversations yourselves during parties, or when passing by each other inside the campus, so there definitely was an established acquaintanceship there.

It was just a day away from spring break, and you needed a plane ticket back to your hometown; but you were about seventy bucks short so you've been asking around to your friends right here, at a frat party to celebrate the break. The messy room had empty bottles laid on the ground, waiting for someone to trip over them. You were almost a victim. As for the people in this crowded area, they looked reminded you of the beer bottles: messy and all over the place.

“I'm sorry, Y/N. But I have like three dollars with me right now. Go ask Eren, you know he's the one here who has the cash.” Connie suggests. Among Eren's trusted connections (which your friend, Connie, happened to be one of), it was no secret that he had a side hustle of supplying some of the pot in the university; and that business of Eren was actually booming. “We're not even that close, I'm not just gonna ask him.” You denied. “Well, night's ending soon and everyone leaves tomorrow... Just giving you options here.” Connie points out, giving you a gentle tap on the back before excusing himself to get more drinks. You can't believe that guy actually convinced you enough, and here you are, watching as Eren go through his wallet before handing you over the seventy bucks you needed. “I promise to pay you back when we return, really. Thank you.” You spoke. “Yo, don't think about that yet. Have fun and enjoy your spring break.” Eren insists, flashing you a thin smile as he returned his wallet into his pocket.

Spring break was gone in a blink, and here you are back at the campus. You did in fact, enjoyed the week-long spring break in your hometown. It felt nice experiencing the freedom from school works and requirements even for such a short time, and the only thing you worried about was how to pay Eren back that seventy bucks he lend you. Luckily, you had extra allowance given to you when you got back and you didn't have to worry further anymore.

Your last class had just ended and you decided to get it over with Eren. Earlier today, he'd told you to meet him at his dormitory room and sent you his unit number, which also gave you the chance to exchange each other's numbers. You arrived at his building, walking up the stairs and down the hallway whilst eyeing out for his room number, 19B. Eventually, you've finally spot the golden digits and letter labeled on one door, before gently knocking on it and careful not to disturb the other tenants.

“Oh, it's you. Hey.” Your eyes finally meet Eren, and his current look had totally took your breath away. His hair was damp, beads of water dripping from his torso, with only a grey towel hugging his hips and showing off his v-line. Eren seemed to take notice of your silence and speaks up. “Sorry, I didn't have time to get dressed. I just got off varsity training and had to shower.” He quickly explained, inviting you inside his room to bring the conversation in private. “Uh, no that's fine. I'm just here to return the money.” You now went through your purse while Eren ties his hair back up to his signature bun, locks still damp, and a little more of his v-line inching out the towel from the movement of his arms.

Fifty, seve– where the hell was that twenty dollar bill? You did not just lose it. Now you're twenty bucks short, and you're supposed to pay now. How idiotic would it be of you if you had spent it on something else earlier today. “Is there a problem?” Eren takes notice of your puzzled state. “Uh... well...” You trailed off, handing the fifty dollars worth of cash to Eren before he counts them. “That's all I can give you right now, it's twenty bucks short. I'll give you the rest this week.” You. “Don' t worry about it, it's just twenty bucks.” He shrugs before chucking the cash down his desk. Honestly, he actually wanted to see more of you. Eren heard some stories about you from Connie, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't find you attractive and interesting. He wished the two of you had more than just your little occasional interactions around.

“Uh, hey Eren?” You took a step closer to Eren who mirrored your action, slowly approaching you with a burning gaze. “Yes...?” He mumbled softly, your bodies now only inches apart from each other as you looked up into his emerald eyes, practically smelling the lust radiating off his body. He was turned on by how pretty you looked, giving him soft eyes.

“Can I... Are there any like, other way I can make up for what's incomplete?” You mutter back, watching his eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes. You blushed, hoping he wouldn't take offense from such question.

You stared into each other's eyes, feeling the same tension that arose from when he welcomed you into his room earlier, making Eren's breath hitch when he felt his dick twitch from under the towel. While your cheeks burned red from the sudden surge of confidence take over you.

“I was kinda waiting for you to ask...” Eren truthfully admitted, breaking the silence in between you. “Oh...” Your voice came out with sultriness, reaching a hand up to his stray hair before moving them out of the way as Eren licked his lips, eager for your taste. But the attempt to enchant him was all it took to push him over the edge.

“Goddamn.” His libido consumed him, smashing his lips to yours in an almost lip-bleeding manner. His lips danced over your soft ones, synchronizing your movements with his as you ran your hand through his hair, while Eren ran his hands up your waist and gently held on to it, not breaking the firey passionate kiss.

You started to gently push Eren back to his bed, letting you work your ways with him, which he's so entranced by. The back of his knees eventually hit the edge of the bed and you push him on the soft sheets, before you hovered above him, your arms propped up on the pillow where he laid. Eren looks up at you with a dominating-like stance above him, eyeing you down with such admiration and lust.

His bedside lamp perfectly illuminated your facial features and his chiseled ones. You once again captured his lips in a firey kiss with so much passion. Eventually, his tongue finds it's way in the kiss, both of you exploring each other in a fit of dominance, eventually, giving yourself entirely to Eren's access.

You reluctantly pulled away from his lips, quickly discarding your top and skirt while Eren helped, now leaving you in your underwear. You then reached behind the hook of your bra, before feeling the strong grip of his hand stop yours. “No, I'll take that off.” He insists, his free hand now hooking his finger under the strap, teasingly running his finger down before it snapped against your shoulder, all while keeping eye contact with you, while you trail your hand down to the towel hugging his waist then pulling off the tucked part to expose his body once and for all.

The next thing you know, Eren now had you fully under his dominance, trailing his lips down your neck and abdomen, enjoying the way your sweet moans echoed quietly in his room. Your hand met his locks again, feeling his lips leave wet kisses further down. “Can I?” He hooks a finger onto the waistband of your underwear, and you eagerly nod before he gently slides them off with his teeth, still keeping eye contact with you.

“Fuck, you're so hot.” You breathe out, letting your back fall onto the pillows. Eren now met your lips once again, his hands traveling to your back to get rid of your bra once and for all. You blindly reached for his dick and brushed your thumb over the tip. “Mhmmm, yeah, do that again.” His words came out breathy, now discarding your bra to the floor. You obliged, now adding your pointer finger into the equation and lightly pinching the tip. “Holy shit!” Eren covered his mouth and you carefully put his hand away.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're way too good at this.” You continue to pleasure his tip while Eren latched his mouth onto your breast. You now reach your free hand to pump his length, while still pleasuring his now sensitive tip, leaking with precum. “Mmmmm, A-AH SHIT! Yes baby...” Eren now had his face on your shoulder to conceal his moans, pushing your hands off his dick, not wanting to finish yet.

Your wrists were now crossed above your head, the cold metal on his rings cooling your skin. “Trying to make me cum early, huh?” He spat so casually before reaching to his bedside drawer for a condom and slipping it on. “Turn around.” He commands, and you immediately followed, your chest pressed against the soft sheets and your ass raised before feeling his strong hand roam your hip. “ That's a good girl.” He teases, now trailing his free hand up your shoulder to pin you down, while the other one guides his length up and down your soaking heat, making you shudder.

“Fuck me now!” and with that, Eren grips hard on your shoulder and slammed into you roughly, earning a loud moan from you. “Holy shiiiit...” He hissed as he watched his dick sink into your tight heat, a moan escaping your lips with every thrust he gave. “Fuck, Eren, harder!” The sound of his name slipping from your lips had only riled him up more, squeezing his eyes shut before reaching for your neck to grip tight. His other hand now traveled down your clit and rubbed as hard as his thrusts. “Shit, Eren!” You had trouble letting out moans with his hand restricting your airways, your pussy tightening around his length with every hard thrust.

“Cum for me, slut. So desperate to pay off that cash, huh?” He groaned out before briefly letting go of your neck and pulling out to quickly flip you over and thrusting back in. “Gonna cum for me, baby?” The commanding tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine and that was enough to send you over the edge, cumming all over his cock. His lips felt harsh, leaving wet kisses along your neck and shoulders as he rides out your high, cries of pleasure escaping your lips from the overstimulation.

After a few hard thrusts, his cock twitched and hips stilling as he came hard into the condom, giving slow, shallow thrusts into your pussy. After his hard high, Eren pulls out and collapses on top of you with his hands still on your hips, his rings now feeling cool yet warm at the same time.

“You're cool, I like you.” He randomly blurts out as you caught your breath, a laugh escaping from your lips.

His hands trail on your sides, sliding up to your jaw before planting a soft kiss on your lips. You smirked and traced your fingers over his toned chest, “I'll be owing you more money from now on.” You teased.

“Oh, I'll look forward to it.” Eren winks, his hair messy and beads of sweat dripping down his skin.

✧ a/n: my first Eren smut, how did i do?

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jujubean90 · 2 years

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II- Drinking Game

Word Count: 5548

Genre: AoT AU! Modern Foreign Exchange Students x OC, Slow Burn Romance (My OC Adelaide x Reiner Braun and @sparklekitteh x Jean Kirstein).

Warnings: Characters are appropriately aged up for NSFW situations. Do not repost, copy, or duplicate. Sorry for typos. I try. Remember I’m hella dyslexic. NSFW Minors DNI mentions of boners and sexual lewd dirty talk from Reiner. Please if you are going to criticize my attempts to use another language, be gentle. I did the best research I could and I'm using Google translate soooo. Constructive criticism is welcomed concerning the German and French language and cultural stuff mentioned. Also, when I say football, I mean actual football, not the American version.

Featured Characters and ships in this series:

AOT: Ymir x Historia Reiss, Eren Yeager X Mikasa Ackerman, Connie Springer x Sasha Braus, Bertholdt Hoover x Annie Leonhart, Marcel Galliard, Porco Galliard, Marco Bodt, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Pieck Finger, Mina Carolina (Will be updated over time) My OC: Adelaide Drust, Dresen Zalargin, Kaleo and Nerao Caldera, Catorce Oreic, Teresan Molnier

Previous chapter here!

Synopsis: It's drinking fun time at the Frat party! Reiner and Adelaide versus Porco and Marcel and two of her friends. Who will win? Conversation gets steamy between Reiner and Adelaide.

“DRINK OFF!” Eren yelled from across the yard. “The Galliard’s versus Germany’s strongest, Reiner Braun! Iron arms and iron stomach!”

Adelaide and the other hockey players looked up from the game they were invested in on her phone. Ymir almost choked on her drink when Reiner’s name was called out.

“Addie! It’s him!” she said as Historia patted her back. “The guy!”

“Who?” the dark-haired Captain of the Ice Titans, Dresen asked as he looked up between her and Adelaide. “What guy?”

“The guy she met last night,” Ymir huffed.

“You met someone?” Kaleo questioned with a raised brow.

“We met at the gym and worked out together,” Adelaide confirmed. “And we kinda hit it off.”

Teresan exchanged glances with the rest of their friends. “Really? And what’s so special about him? You’ve never been interested in anyone.”

Adelaide blushed and it caused everyone to quiet down and stare at her like she had three heads. “I just…thought he was attractive and funny.”

Dresen huffed for a minute and averted his eyes. The other boys sifted uneasily.

“Don’t tell me you’re all jealous,” Ymir sneered. “Really? Especially you? Mr. Fucks anything with legs?”

“I’m not jealous,” Dresen snapped back. “I just don’t like change is all. We’ve been this tight nit dysfunctional family for a long time and Adelaide is the leader of our stupid group. I like our dynamic and…I don’t want it to change is all.”

Everyone else chimed up in agreeance.

“But…this guy is someone you actually like?” Teresan motioned to Reiner who was standing on the opposite side of table being filled with glasses of beer. “For real? I mean…if that’s the case you always have our support.”

Dresen folded his arms and sighed. “Damn, you think he’s gonna hate that you have a bunch of guy friends? Well, we’re kinda beyond that. I mean we’ve all dog piled in your bed since we were kids so…”

“Wait really?” Ymir questioned. “Addie, I didn’t think you care much for sexual conquests.”

“Oh, our relationship with Adelaide has always been something different,” Nerao answered.

“That’s correct,” Adelaide nodded. “Nothing sexual involved.”

“Yeah, I’ve never wanted that sort of relationship with her,” Dresen explained. “It's like, a deeper level of friendship without the bullshit of a romantic relationship. It’s stronger.”

“Ah, a purely platonic,” Historia reasoned.

“Yeah,” the three men answered.

“With cuddles,” Catorce, the fourth male of the group piped up.

“Though, I was never one to dog pile with the rest of them,” Teresan revealed. “I don’t’ like physical contact.”

“You play a contact sport though,” Ymir laughed.

Teresan sighed and rolled his eyes. “Alright, I don’t like intimate contact, how’s that? Gotta anything else to add, smart ass?”

“I’m going to see what’s happening,” Adelaide said as she rose from her seat. While Ymir and Teresan taunted one another playfully.

“But…but the game,” Nerao whined as she took her phone.

“Use yours or Dresen’s,” Adelaide suggested. “You have my account information.”

Ymir gave Historia a shit-eating grin as the boys began murmuring amongst themselves about whether or not they actually liked this idea of her finding someone. Adelaide made her way across the yard to the crowd of people surrounding the drinking challenge.

“What’s going on?” she questioned a freckled face dark-haired student.

“The Galliard Brothers are facing off against Reiner in a timed drinking match.”

“It’s a two vs one competition, that’s not fair,” Adelaide muttered.

“Reiner will be just fine by himself,” the dark-haired boy confirmed. “I’m Marco by the way. Marco Bodt, I’m from Italy and I’m on the swim team.”

“I’m Adelaide, Captain of the women’s hockey team and I’m from Canada,” she said as she extended her hand for him. He gently took it and squeezed a little endearingly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to even out this situation.”

Marco tilted his head to the side as Adelaide pushed her way to through the crowd of students to the front. The Galliards were taunting Reiner and for a moment, he indulged them until he saw Adelaide. His breath hitched as he laid eyes on her. He didn’t get a chance to see her clearly when she arrived, but now, holy shit. His dick jumped so quick. Her cleavage and midriff were exposed. He saw her abs and how lovely her tits sat pushed together in that fucking crop top. And then there was her skirt, just barely going to her knee. Her legs were so strong and beautiful.

Everything Porco said from that point forward fell on deaf ears. Their eyes met and he wanted to go to her. He wanted to stop this and just take her in his arms. He wanted to sit her on his thigh and have her ride it while he pleasured her. Oh, the things they could do together! Fuck the Galliards and fuck their competition.

“Is there room for one more?” she asked, and he could barely hear it over the imaginary sound of her moaning in his ear as he overstimulated her.

The area fell silent. Porco and Marcel turned around and suddenly realized why Reiner was so quiet. She looked beyond them to him. But it was Eren who spoke up to answer her.

“Erem…that is up to them,” he said. “It is their challenge.”

“Sure,” Reiner quietly said. He wasn’t about to let them deny her. Not that they would considering they crushed on her so hard.

“Good, I wanted to make this an even competition,” Adelaide said as she strolled over and took a spot by Reiner. “It wasn’t right having two against one. So, what are the rules?”

Porco and Marcel were gapping like fish struggling trying to breathe air as she stood next to Reiner. Reiner’s heart pounded in his chest. She didn’t just come to participate. She came for him! She came to help him against the Galliards. He didn’t need it. He could outdrink them easily, but the fact remained, she was stepping up to partner specifically with him.

“Long time no see,” she said, meeting his now flustered gaze. And suddenly, the Galliard brothers were glaring at Reiner and holy fuck was he savoring their envy. It brought his confidence out and he gave her a charming smile.

“Coming to my rescue?” he asked.

“Something like that,” she replied. “Just wanted to thank you for last night so I thought I’d champion your cause.”

Reiner’s eyes met Porco and Marcel’s and he could not stop the shit-eating grin from spreading across his face. It was as if he stood across two pissed off bulls with their nostrils flared, ready to charge and gore him to death. They had no idea what the true context of her comment meant. Adelaide worked out with him and that was it. Granted, if she hadn’t been interrupted, they probably would have ended up fucking like animals in a secluded area off camera.

His eyes grew heavy at the thought of her gripping a barbell with her ankles near her head while he braced himself on the same barbell and fucked her brains out on the bench. He bit his lip as that scenario played out in his mind. He hadn’t had sex in a while despite being pumped full of natural testosterone from working out. He just…hadn’t found someone he wanted. But her? Holy shit, he wanted her.

“Are we placing a wager?” Adelaide questioned.

“We are now,” Porco stated as he looked from Reiner to her. “How about this…if we beat you and Reiner, you go on a date with me.”

“Us,” Marcel interjected quickly. “We’re brothers.”

Reiner set his jaw. They looked so fucking proud of themselves and it disgusted him.

“No,” Adelaide bluntly said. “I’m a fucking person and I refuse to be something won based on a wager determined by a drinking game. You can go fuck yourselves.”

Ymir whistled loudly and began cackling as her and the other hockey players approached. “Take that, you fucking male pigs!”

“The fuck sort of wager is that anyway?” Dresen questioned as he glared at the Galliards with his arms crossed. “How about I get involved and if I win, you two dumbasses go on a date with me?”

Marcel and Porco looked horrified, and they quieted down immediately. People were laughing while the five men from the Ice Titan's hockey team stood and waited to see if they would respond with any sort of banter. They were ready and Adelaide looked equally amused as she and the Assistant Captain, Nerao Caldera exchanged knowing smirks.

“Yeah, you don’t like it when the tables are turned do yah?” Dresen pressed as he walked forward. “Women aren’t objects to be won, fuck head.”

Everyone except Reiner and Adelaide’s friends shifted uncomfortably. He wasn’t dumb enough to suggest something so desperate. Especially since he was sure she was into him. She clearly had a large group of friends ready to throw down right along with her. He loved their combined loyalty.

"What is going on here?" Jean questioned as he and Juli emerged from the frat house flailing his arms wildly. "All this tension and for what? Hm? Hmmm!?"

"I say no wager and it all just boils down to bragging rights," Eren suggested.

"I second that," Reiner announced.

"Oh, is that what this is? Another pissing match between Reiner and Porco? And it's gone too far again, hum? Why can't you all just enjoy a get together without being so childish?"

Adelaide fought back the smile threatening to spread across her face. Jean kept going off until finally he threw his hands up.

"You know what? Go ahead, drink yourselves stupid cause you won't put a dent in Reiner, but I guess I'll just soak up the entertainment. Come on, let's get the grill going Juli. Gotta have someone actually cooking. That was the whole fucking point of this get together!"

He just muttered obscenities as he took Julianna's hand and led her back up to the deck. She looked back to Adelaide and honestly it was adorable. Adelaide just gave her a nod expressing that everything was fine followed by a wink and a thumbs up.

"Anyway, let's get this shit show started," Eren said as clapped his hands together. "Before the beer gets too warm and gross or you piss the Frenchman off more. Now, are the other two players participating?"

Dresen and Teresan both met Adelaide's cocky grin with a huff. "You know what? Yeah. Just like old times back home. Let's fucking go."

Adelaide cheered and clasped her hand on Dresen's shoulder. "That's the spirit lads. I'm still gonna squash you though."

"Not a fucking chance Addie," Teresan laughed. "Gonna curb stomp you hard, Ghost!"

"Oh yeah? Wanna head over later and try me on the ice too while we're at it? You think I won't drag you bare ass across the rink kicking and screaming? Boys, please. You both know I can out skate and outshoot you. I'll be happy to remind you that the only reason I'm not playing in the men's league is for the sake of your fragile pride."

Adelaide stared defiantly up at both Dresen and Teresan as they continued taunting one another. The crowd gathering around them and hyped up the whole situation.

"Hey, you idiots, just don't overdo it," Narao warned as he stood between the electrifying trio. "Don't want to carry you fucks outta here. That means you two, not Adelaide."

"Wow! It's the Captain of the Ice Witches versus the Captain of the Ice Titans!" Someone yelled off to the side. And suddenly, people were pulling out their phones and getting more excited about the drinking competition. Eren was soaking it all in because this was his party and his idea. This type of campus publicity would be so good for their little frat

"Alright, alright," Eren began. "The rules are simple. Drink more than your opponent in the time limit. If you puke or step away, you are out. If both members are down, well it’s kinda obvious, but you’ve lost."

"Sounds good," Adelaide said and Reiner caught that competitive glimmer in her eye. She wanted to win and now, it wasn't just about getting the Galliards shit faced so he could have her to himself without their interference. This was suddenly so much more because of Adelaide and her rivalry with her friends. It was innocent compared to him and Porco.

"We've got to win," Adelaide said to Reiner as she clasped his shoulder. "I'm counting on you, ok?"

Reiner felt such a strong sense of pride when she spoke. She believed in him. He could hear it in her voice, and he didn't want to let her down. "We've got this. You and me."

She grinned up at him and he melted on the spot. He imagined the Galliards were fuming at the sight of the two of them standing so close to together.

More glasses were placed for the additional challengers. Reiner leaned down to whisper to Adelaide as they conversed off to the side while they waited to start.

"Got any info on your friends? Like what are their tactics for something like this?"

"We haven't had a drinking competition for a minute but," Adelaide revealed. "but despite my size, I can out drink them. Or rather, I use to be able to do it."

"Just pace yourself if you feel your stomach get tight. I can keep the momentum. You can count on me, Addie."

"Worried about me, big guy? Honestly, surprised you agree to do something so stupidly stereotypical.”

"This is what the Galliards chose. Trust me, a stein holding competition or anything else would automatically land me a victory. As for you, my little warrior, I can nurse a hangover better than anyone, so I'll make sure you're okay after consuming this piss they call beer. Win or lose, you're in good hands with me."

"Is that so? Well, I think I picked the best person to partner with. But Reiner, I prefer to win so be a good boy and let’s do our best."

Reiner blushed and he drew his mouth a little closer to her ear. His breath was hot against her flesh, and it caused her skin to prickle as he spoke. His tone dropped an entire octave too. "I think you just joined in to get close to me."

"Maybe I did, and what of it? You seemed excited about it, or am I wrong?"

"It's my accent, isn't it?" He questioned, clicking his tongue lightly. "Or is there something else that's got you drawn to me? Something you want me to do for you? Something...that'll make you feel good? I promise I'll be good for you."

"Why don't you win this for us, and we'll talk about your victory reward from me after the fact, hum?"

His eyes relaxed and he drew himself closer to her. The tip of his prominent nose brushed against her cheek. "You wanna know what I said to you last night in my language before you left?"

"Did it have to do with that stiff cock of yours?"

Reiner's face flushed a darker shade of red and he swallowed hard. He broke away from her and cleared his throat because he wasn't expecting to be called out. "You...saw that I was hard for you?"

"You aren’t exactly small, babe," Adelaide giggled. "Yeah, I saw it. You were packing something good in those sweats, and you might have piqued my interest."

After gathering his nerve and confidence again he leaned back down to speak in her ear. "Can I... can I tell you something else in my language? While I'm here with you now?"

"I'm not going to stop you."

"Ich bin heiß auf dich," he whispered while his bottom lip grazed her ear lobe. "Ich will so gern mit dir vögeln."

"Mmm, wanna tell what it means?"

"Can I show you instead? After we kick their asses?"

"Wanna get my consent now?"

"That depends. Do you want to have sex with me?" He boldly asked. He was tired of dancing around what he needed. The moment was getting too hot, and he need clarity. Reiner reached out and gently placed his hands on her hips, pulling her into his strong frame. "Because I've been thinking about you since last night. I couldn't get you out my mind."

"Be honest with me. Did you cum to thought of fucking me last night?"

Reiner shifted a bit. His dick was so hard, and he need some form of contact and settling in between her plump ass just felt right. His eyes traveled down her beautiful, exposed cleavage. He wanted to fuck her tits. He wanted her to ride him. He wanted to take her back into his room and claim her because she wanted to be his. He wanted the entire Frat to know that he was fucking her. He wanted them all to hear him when she sucked him off. He wanted to drown her beautiful cunt in his thick, sticky cum.

"A-A few times," he admitted letting his lips sink lower to her neck. His staggered breath made her instinctively clench her thighs, but she kept her stoic expression as she entertained his thoughts.

"Wanna make those imaginary thoughts real?" she asked as she tilted her head to the side, inviting him to indulge in front of everyone. God, he wanted to. He could feel the Galliards watching and seething because he was the one leaned down, sweettalking her while her backside rested against his throbbing, curved dick and not theirs.

"Is it too late to withdraw from the challenge? Because I would much rather be making you feel good. Du verdienst es, mien Prinzessin."

Her hand stealthily slid behind her to reach out and grab his clothed length. Reiner sucked air through his teeth as she palmed him and felt him up. He thrusted his hips forward, urging her to get a better grip. And he did it all while softly grunting in her ear.

"Ah, ah, uuh...ohhh, you're gonna tease me, huh? Gonna get me worked up? That's dangerous...ahh, ahhh. Y-you got any German in your family?"

"No, is that a problem?"

"Ah uh, because you're about to have a whole lot of German in you tonight. Gonna fuck my whole ancestry into your pretty cunt. If you ever take one of those stupid tests to determine your heritage, you can thank me for whatever percent shows up from my country. Fuck sweetheart, I need to be buried between your thighs."

"I'm looking forward to celebrating our inevitable win," Adelaide cooed as she turned to speak in his ear while withdrawing her hand. “Because I want to hear you say more stupid shit like that when I’m riding your dick.”

"Ich will nicht, dass du aufhörst," he groaned. “I- I do not want you to stop.”

"You sound so desperate to fuck me.”

"Yes, yes, yes, mmmm," Reiner sighed.

"Prove it then," she challenged. "Win for me."

“Für dich, meine Prinzessin.”

Jean raised his brow because he saw some of what was transpiring between Adelaide and Reiner. He saw the big man hovering over her, whispering to her and it suddenly click. “Oof, so that’s why Reiner and the Galliards are at one another. Adelaide likes Reiner. Oh, darling, this is going to be so interesting! I think I might be too distracted to cook! Reiner’s like a puppy and the Galliards are MAD. Look, looklooklook!”

“Jeanbo, we’re trying to cook,” Juli gently reminded him.

“But…but the tension! The fight for her attention! Those idiot men are battling it out for her affection and bragging rights! It’s like American reality TV but in the flesh! Except there's this big German guy and the Americans can't compete!”

“I erm, think Adelaide’s already picked who she wants.”

“Eh? Why do you say this?”

Juli cleared her throat. “Because Reiner’s hand is all over her ass.”

Jean didn’t turn around to see for himself. He just frowned in utter disappointment and muttered under his breath. Then he dramatically shrugged and smiled as he continued about his grill master duties while humming something. Juli broke out into a giggling fit because he had this habit of puffing up only to deflate just as quickly and move on to something else.

He was preparing the rotisseries while the grill got to the right temperature. “Once we get the meat on, to the kitchen we go, ma chérie. Lyonnaise potatoes for everyone with these chickens, I think.”

While Jean and Juli prepared the chickens and the grill, the drinking competition was about to get underway. All participants were lined up at the tables. Phones were out recording.

“Gonna put you to shame, Braun,” Porco swore. “Then she can see what a real winner looks like.”

Reiner just smiled at him. Adelaide made it clear she wanted to spend an evening with him. She paid no mind to the Galliards as they tried to talk themselves up. Her attention was on her friends Dresen and Teresan. They taunted one another just like the Galliards teased Reiner, though it was much friendlier compared to the shit spouting off between them. Then Dresen turned to Reiner and smirked.

“Alright, we’ve got the table full, and the kegs are on standby,” Eren announced. “Once half the cups are gone, we’ll start to replace. Everyone get into positions!”

Jean became fixated on the competition again. “Juli, look, look!”

“Jeanbo…finish getting the chickens on the rotisserie, love.”

“But! AH, the look on everyone’s faces! The Galliard have a point to prove. Reiner is smirking because he knows he’s got this. Adelaide has this shit-eating grin all over her face and the two other boys...I dunno who they are but, Adelaide must know them. Anyway, they’re so sure they’re going to win too. It’s just! So. Much. DELICIOUS rivalry!”

Eren took a deep breath and he pressed down on his air horn app button on his phone. The noise broke the tense silence around them, and the competition began. Everyone took two solo cups and automatically tilted their heads back to guzzle down their drinks. Shouting erupted around the yard. “Chug! Chug!” they said and it was Reiner who reached for his third and fourth cups followed by Dresen and Teresan moments afterward. Adelaide tossed her cups aside and grab two more at the same time as the Galliards.

“Start filling a few up!” Eren ordered Connie and he got to work. Marco hurried over to assist and found himself laughing at all the merriment. Annie Leonhart shook her head as she watched her team Captain battle it out with the boys.

“Go Addie! Go! Fuck those boys up!” Ymir cheered as she and Historia hung on one another while drinking happily right along with everyone else. Of course, they didn't rush through their drinks like the challengers.

At the grill, Juli patiently called attention to Jean from time to time as they got the chickens going and the rest of the meat laid out too. “Alright, all set here. Gotta cut the potatoes and toss them in the pan. I think Reiner’s Obatzda just needs to be garnished with onion, but the Laugenbrezeln need to be warmed. He made them last night before heading to the gym. Might as well get that going so folks have appetizers. Marco brought a big antipasto platter too.”

He sighed as he patted his brow dry and looked up to see how the competition was transpiring. Connie and Marco were rushing cups of beer out to replace what was already consumed. He had no idea who was ahead. Armin Arlert seemed to be keeping score somehow. Reiner was a machine and seemed like Dresen was keeping a righteous pace right along him. Adelaide was still going strong too.

“For a tiny woman, she can consume a lot of drink,” Jean pointed out. “I think I count…6 cups at her feet? And they were all stupidly full. Who do you think is gonna give out first?”

“Marcel,” Juli said. “He looks a little overwhelmed.”

“Ah, yes I see that now. Dunno what Adelaide’s face is like since her back is to us.”

Sure enough, Marcel began to slow down. Porco eyed him and almost panicked because everyone else was still going strong. Then, Teresan suddenly coughed and had to stop for a bit because his beer went down the wrong pipe. Marcel kept on going, even picking up the pace.

“Oh man, this is way too intense indeed,” Jean sighed as he set his timer on his phone. “Come along Juli. We need to continue working in the kitchen. This is the saddest. I won't see when they all fall a part.”

Adelaide’s vision started to get a little hazy, but her cheeks weren’t flushed like Dresen or Porco. Marcel’s second wind began to falter completely. Teresan recovered and began guzzling down as much as he could. Reiner paced himself now while Dresen paused just for a moment.

“Reiner and Adelaide are in the lead!” Armin called and both Dresen and Porco glared.

“Pick it up Marcel!” he snapped. “Come on big bro! I know you can do it.”

Marcel was doing his best, drinking back everything while concentrating on keeping his throat open so it just went down with ease. Teresan shook his head and grabbed another, but about half way through the cup, he slammed it down and huffed.

“I can’t,” he said. “I can’t hold it in. I gotta pee so bad.”

“Don’t you dare!” Dresen hollered. “We’ll fall behind.”

Teresan didn’t care. He had plenty of water and everything else beforehand and he needed to go. He excused himself while Dresen tried to keep the momentum. Marcel was next to drop out. His stomach became so tight that he was afraid he was going to puke. Adelaide slowed herself down for tactical reasons. Reiner was carrying the flame like a champion.

“Porco and Dresen are neck and neck!” Armin shouted.

“How far are they behind Reiner and Addie?” Eren called.

“Three beers,” Armin confirmed.

And with that knowledge, everyone remaining kicked it up a notch. Marco and Connie were joined by Bertholdt and Ymir to help keep the beer cups filled. Ymir and Connie were whooping and hollering while the crowd of students cheered.

Reiner stilled for a moment, crinkling his brow. “Ack, whatever this brew is now…disgusting! Tastes industrial.”

Adelaide groaned and paused too. “Absolute trash.”

“Two beers ahead of Porco,” Armin revealed. “Dresen is last. Three behind Porco.”

“Fuck I can’t,” Dresen sighed, and he lowered his cup unable to continue. “This taste is terrible. I’m out!“

“Dresen’s team forfeits!” Armin announced.

Porco laughed as he consumed the brew without a problem. “We brought three different kegs. This one was a favorite of mine. Guess you all cant handle it. Lucky me. Now to take the two of you down.”

“Reiner…we’ve gotta stomach it,” Adelaide persisted.

He took a deep breath. “Right. After this…if you aren’t absolutely put off by beer, I want to take you to taste real German beer. Not this trash. Erm, another day I mean.”

“Sounds like a date,” she replied as she took her cups. “If you win, that is.”

That’s all he needed to hear to get him going again. He wanted to win this for the sake of his pride and because she chose to do this stupid game with him. Soon, they were making these awful faces while drinking down whatever piss water Porco thought constituted as good beer.

Adelaide sighed and sat her unfinished cup down. “This is it,” she said wearily, smiling up to Reiner. “It’s all on you.”

“One minute remaining!” Eren announced.

Reiner growled and pushed himself further, guzzling down what had gone from piss to literal liquid ass. He had no idea where he was in comparison to Porco. He was finishing his last cup when he suddenly heard Armin shout, “Time!”

Porco steadied himself and stared up at Reiner with a drunken smirk, but Reiner didn’t care. His attention went immediately to Adelaide.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded and sighed. “Yeah, gonna go sit down though. I need some water or something.”

“I’ll get for you,” he promised as he took her arm. Before he could escort her to sit down Armin stood up to deliver the results.

“And the winner is Reiner and Adelaide!” shouted Armin and everyone cheered, for the exception of the participants. Dresen was laying down, trying to soothe his full belly while Teresan and Nerao discussed what to do with him. The other two hockey players were hurrying over to see to him. Porco just bitterly shrunk away while his brother sat still, also trying to deal with the fact he drank way too much.

“Yes! Addie brought the female heat,” Ymir shouted. “Fuck you stupid boys!”

“Reiner carried it though,” countered one student.

“Adelaide still put up a good fight,” Armin stated. “She out drank Marcel and Teresan. So, in terms of team support, she was superior!”

Jean busted out of the house with two platters of food while people discussed the competition. “Who wants appetizers!?”

“Gods, please anything to soak up this beer,” Adelaide groaned as she watched Jean and Juli set food on a serving table atop the deck.

“Oh, split a pretzel with me,” Reiner suggested. “Sit and I’ll bring you one and some fresh water. I made the pretzels from scratch. It’s the big fluffy kind.”

“I’ll come with you.”

He immediately looked concerned, but her expression made him dismiss any sort of suggestion he might have had about her sitting down. She was stubborn and he imagined she had a few smart-ass replies for him if he advised that she should go wait for him. So he just sighed and smiled fondly down at her when he placed his arm around her waist to lead her to up to the deck. He saw she was pleased by his cooperation and it made him pull her closer.

“I’m going to be in trouble with you, huh?”

“You seem like the kind of guy who likes a little trouble,” she commented with a playful wink. “But if you can’t handle it Rhino, I understand.”

“You think I can’t handle you? Cute. Just wait until I get you alone. I’ve got plenty of things I’d like to see you handle…if you can, that is.”

“You’re disgustingly lewd…I think I like it.”

Jean hummed away, setting brats on the grill that Reiner bought from the European Grocery Market in town. Juli was in and out, setting the table bit by bit, until Jean turned and saw what she was doing. “No, no! Wait for me. I need to help you.”

“I can do it, promise.”

Jean shook his head. “Not without me, my love. It isn’t right. I know you are capable…I just want to help you. I am just standing here doing nothing.”

“You aren’t just doing nothing though,” Juli giggled and as booped his nose. And it was funny how Jean just melted on the spot. He took her in his arms immediately.

“Have I told you how I’m madly in love with you?” he asked. “Like, clinically I should be locked away because that is just how bad it is. I am crazy for you. My one and only. Ah, I swear you are just the most beautiful woman to ever grace this ball of mud. And I am so lucky to have you.”

Reiner split his pretzel and handed it to Adelaide while they watched Jean profess his feelings for Juli. They were both undoubtedly amused by his swooning and lovesick compliments.

“You know, he’s super poetic,” Adelaide pointed out as she munched away. “Definitely has a way with words. Kinda reminds me of a peacock always dancing and displaying his feathers.”

Reiner blew air through his nose in amusement. “Ah, just makes the zoo a little more complete. Don't you think? I'm the rhino and he is the peacock. Kinda curious what you come up with for the others. but, I gotta know do you like that sort of poetic, romancing stuff? I am…not much for words and poetry."

“I’m not either,” she admitted. “But these pretzels are fucking amazing and if you cook a lot, well, that’s one of my favorite unspoken love languages. Besides, your verbal poetry seems to be dirty talk.”

“Ha, normally I’m not like that, but you kind stir me up.”

“Want me to keep doing it?” Adelaide questioned.

“Fuel my desire and I’ll have you calling my name before tomorrow morning,” he promised. “But to bring the conversation back to actual food, I have plenty of things I can make. Honestly, cooking for you would be grand. Sharing anything from my country with you would make me happy. So, these pretzels are called Laugenbrezeln and they go great with Obatzda, which is a beer cheese spread. Maybe try a little if you can?”

Reiner tore of a piece of fresh pretzel and spread a thin layer of the golden yellow spread on the end. He handed it off to her and waited with anticipation.

“You made this too?”

“I did. Family recipe. All of it.”

She bit off the covered piece and raised her brows. “Rich and good. I like it a lot.”

Reiner’s eyes lit up and he looked so filled with glee. “You really like it? Ah, I am so glad! There are so many things I can share with you. Desserts, actual good German beer, so many sausages too. I just…I am excited.”

“I think I want to go rest for a bit,” Adelaide sighed. “The drink is getting to me, and I feel a bit dizzy. I want to recover before the rave tonight.”

“Oh? A rave? You like electronic music too?”

“Yeah, it’s all I listen to. Keeps me in a good head space and helps with working out.”

“Can I come and dance with you tonight?”

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t,” she said.

“Come lay down with me then. Erm, unless that is too bold of me to suggest, then forget I said anything.”

“Dunno if there will be much resting if I go with you into the house,” she laughed. “But, sure why not. Lead the way.”

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reincarnated lovers (2)

armin arlert x f! reader

summary: after a terrible first date with armin, sasha convices reader to go out to a party but only to have an unexpected turn of events

word count: 2.8k

content warnings: mentions of drug use, alcohol use, assault is insinuated but doesn't actually happen

"YOU LOOK SOOO GOOD," Sasha squeals as you show her your outfit, making your confidence boost significantly.

"YOU TOO, YOU'RE SO HOT FOR NO REASON!" You both keep showering each other with confidence, not caring if your neighbors could hear you shouting.

You don't understand why you're suddenly filled with anticipation to go to some frat house that would be filled with strangers and smell like alcohol and weed, but you not troubled enough to even question it. All you know is that this is your first party as a freshman, and you want to make the most out of it with your best friend.

"So, who's going that you know anyways?" You glance at Sasha through your mirror as you apply lip gloss.

"Too many to count honestly and not to alarm you or anything but Jean will be there too." Sasha reluctantly spoke as you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

You completely forgot that Jean was a part of Sasha's friend group and now you're going to see him for the very first time since your breakup.

"Y/n?" Sasha waves her hand in front of your face and snaps you out of your deep thoughts.

"Sorry, but thanks for telling me." You shake your head as you try to not lose your train of thought again.

You and Sasha finish up on your final touches and make your way to the party as you feel your stomach flipping and hands slightly shake. Every time you start to tell yourself that Jean was just a friend now, you get flashbacks of everything you did as a couple, but you're going to let some guy ruin your first night out in college.

It doesn't take long to arrive and fuck, it didn't take long for the feelings of regret, nervousness, and panic to sink in. When you first arrive, people were already drunk in the front yard as couples made out the staircase leading to the front door. Immediately when opening the door, the bass from the speakers maakes your whole body vibrate with the music and your eyes strain from all the lights that were being cast across the house.

The whole place is already trashed with cups, plates, and different articles of clothing are scattered across the floor. You've always heard about how wild college parties can be, but you didn't expect something as crazed as this.

You turn to Sasha and see her talking to you but could only read her lips that make out, "I'm... drink," and walk away to the kitchen.

Well, shit.

You awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, not recognizing a single person until you feel a hand clasp your shoulder and pull you to a corner.

"Heya, gorgeousss, name's Flochhh..." A drunk man with auburn hair presses you against the wall as he tries to make conversation with you.

"S-Sorry, but I have to go." You try to get away from him only to have your arm get pulled back to the wall.

"Fucking let me go!" You fight to yank your arm away but don't have enough strength to succeed.

"Buttt I wantss to get chu know you babyyy." He leans in, trying to get your faces closer together, but luckily you dodge him quick enough to get out of his grasp.

"Watchu doinn- runninnn from me." He grasps your hand, but right when you were about to get pinned back against the wall again, you hear a stern voice.

"Get your hands off of her." You and Floch turn and see Armin, but this time with slightly smudged eyeliner with a long black sleeve that's complemented with a necklace and silver rings on both of his hands.

"Huhhh-," Floch slurs, finally letting go of you and confronting Armin.

Armin takes a step back with his hands in his pockets, not wanting to cause any issues, and lightly asserts, "This is my lovely girlfriend, so I would appreciate it if you would just back off, that's all."

Armin walkes up to you and wraps his arm around your waist as Floch's face becomes filled with complete disgust.

"So if you'll excuse us, we'll be getting out of your way so you can get as shitfaced as you like." He smirks at Floch and pulls you away, his hand still clutching your waist.

As he takes you away, you immediately notice how his arm feels so natural around you, like it was meant to be there which causes your heartbeat to quicken.

You only see him as the boy you went on an awkward date with, why did he suddenly make you feel this way?

"Thank you for your help, Armin." You bring your hand to the one that was resting on your waist and squeeze it to show your gratitude.

"I was only doing the bare minimum, no need to thank me." He tenderly looks into your eyes with compassion, not aware that he never let go of your waist.

"Well, what were you doing here anyway, you didn't catch me as the party type." You playfully joke as he grabs your arm and enters a large crowd that's dancing to music.

He turns to face you and tilts his head towards your ear to answer, "I heard you were coming, and I wanted to talk to you."

He grabs you by the waist and starts moving to the beat of the song to follow along with everyone surrounding you.

You feel your face start to heat up, finding it so attractive the way he leaned in to talk to you. He's a completely different person from the guy you went out with. This time he seems so much more confident by the way he holds you, speaks to you, and his fashion did a complete 180.

"Well, what's up?" You gain enough courage to wrap your arms around his neck and move your body with his.

You both move completely in sync forgetting for a second that you weren't the only two people in the room. You feel yourself start to get more butterflies as he maintains eye contact with you and slowly pulls you closer and closer. Before you know it, you have the biggest smile on your face as you have the time of your life with Armin.

This is what you've been missing out on, while you had been locked up in your dorm, exhausting yourself with no sign of ending. While Sasha's the one who made you come out of your comfort zone, Armin's the one who making you enjoy yourself the most and you love the idea of that. You love knowing that there's a person who could actually make you a better person and still make you feel comfortable while being alone with him.

"I don't really know how to explain this, but-"

"Y/N!!" Sasha pushes her way into the crowd and finds you and Armin with your bodies only centimeters apart, but seemingly didn't notice the tension between the two of you.

"Armin, I told you to find her and come to the game room!" She scolds Armin and pulls him away from you, making you feel a bit upset that you're not able to be alone with him a bit longer.

She takes you and Armin to another room that you assume were their friends because as soon as they enter, they're greeted with open arms. You immediately notice a small blonde girl and a tall brunette with freckles sitting together on a love seat and you have to admit that they make such a great couple. Sasha introduces you to everyone in the room and while it was pretty packed, it's easy to memorize who everyone is given that Sasha has mentioned them many times before.

Before you had the chance to settle in with everyone you see Connie get out of his seat and clear his throat very loudly to make an announcement.

"I think that it's only fair, since y/n is the newbie of the group, to play a 2v2 intense game of beer pong between me and Jean." Connie widely grins as everyone agrees and starts rioting.

"I heard my name." Jean abruptly enters, at first not noticing that you're in the same room.

"Well, I don't have a partner to play with so-" You feel a bit of shame while speaking but are quickly interrupted.

"I'll play with y/n," Armin speaks up and everyone gets louder, becoming enraptured as if this is the biggest game in history.

"Let's fucking go then." Jean locks eyes with you for a split second before talking to Connie.

You have to admit, while Jean looks like he's taking good care of himself, you don't feel the butterflies and tension that you thought you would. Maybe you're just overthinking everything because he's your first love, but you figure that maybe something would be left for him. You look back at Jean making sure you don't feel anything, but when you turn to face Armin. Butterflies. Even if it was just a tiny bit, something was there.

For him.

"You guys got this, I mean no offense to the other two, but they're either high, tipsy, or a bit of both." Eren walks up to you two as he chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

"I've never played this before, so we'll see." You look down, afraid that Eren or Armin would judge you in some way.

"Neither has Armin, he always watches other people play, but I'm pretty surprised he volunteered himself. So, I'm guessing that your first date went pretty well today." Eren playfully nudges Armin as his face turns into a very light pink.

"Um, yeah it was pretty alright," You reply and smile at Armin, even though you both knew that your date was anything but 'alright'.

"Okay, it's set up, you guys can start whenever," Mikasa speaks with a complete monotone voice as she takes a seat back down next to Historia and Ymir.

You and Armin walk to your side of the table as Connie and Jean do the same, while everyone stands around the two teams ready to start their ear-piercing shouts. You start to feel a bit of pressure right before the game started, anxious that you'll make yourself look like a fool if you don't at least make a single cup.

"We'll give Armin the first shot." Connie cockily smirks and bounces the ping pong ball across the table.

Armin grabs the ball with his fingertips and starts calculating the way he would throw the ball. You have to admit, he looked absolutely adorable while concentrating on making it into the cup. You figure that maybe he thinks the same as you, not wanting to embarrass himself, but he looks so relaxed at the same time. After a few more seconds of critical thinking, he carefully throws the ball and makes it perfectly into the middle cup.

Expectedly, everyone starts screaming, jumping up and down, while some people grab Armin and shake him profusely as their excitement shoots through the roof. You can't help but feel thrilled for him as well, and right when his friends get their hands off of Armin, you wrap your arm around his neck and bring him in for a tight hug. You immediately pull away, unsure if he's uncomfortable being hugged by someone he barely knows, but when you take a step back you see his eyes light up with a small smile.

"Cut it out, love birds. It's my shot," Jean shoots Armin a snarky look and chugs the shot. He wasn't concentrating as much as Armin was, probably because he's played this game many times before, and to your surprise, he recklessly tosses the ball and makes a spiral dunk into the cup at the front of the formation.

"GOOD SHIT, JEAN!" Connie aggressively smacks Jean's back, causing him to jump forward and knock down two cups in the back row.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Connie?" Jean hits the back of Connie's head and they both drink whatever liquid was left in the cup and takes them out of the formation.

You look at the cup that has the ball in and right when you're about to take the shot, Armin swiftly takes it out of your grasp and drinks it as if it's water.

At this point, everyone was making fun of Connie's fuck up and cheering on Armin for chugging the shot like nothing while you're panicking in your thoughts, begging yourself not to make a foot out of yourself.

"Here." Armin hands you the ball and you feel your anxiety kick in as everyone's focus goes directly to you.

You feel your fingertips lightly quiver as you begin to aim the ball into the last cup in the back. Predictably, the ball hits the rim of the cup and doesn't make it in, but Armin still whispers to you a few words of encouragement as Marco picks up the ball from the floor and hands it to Connie. The game continues and luckily you and Armin win because of the two cups Jean knocked down, so while you and Armin are a bit tipsy, the others are completely plastered.

"This... nngh - bullshizz..." Connie clumsily walks over to you and hooks his arm around your neck, somewhat pulling you down while speaking to you.

"Alright, enough." Armin pulls Connie's arm away from you and takes you out of the room, before getting the chance to say bye to anyone.

"Armin-" He leads you to an empty room and doesn't hesitate to lock the door behind him.

"Please, let me talk, I've been waiting all night." Armin pulls you to the edge of the bed and slowly sits down as he tries to figure out how to come out with his news. You gently place your hand on top of his and give it a gentle squeeze, reassuring him.

While you did have a feeling about what he'a going to say, you don't want to jinx anything too good to be true. Even though when you first met Armin it wasn't the greatest first impression, spending time with him at the party made you realize that he's so much more than the awkward guy you went out with. You don't understand how your feelings for him switched up so fast in a matter of a day, but you don't care. At this point, Jean's completely out of the picture and something in you is telling yourself that there's something really special about Armin.

“So, um basically I just want to apologize for everything that happened earlier at the café. I-It’s just that you’re the first girl I’ve ever taken out and I didn’t want to fuck up, but I did absolutely everything wrong. It didn’t help how Sasha was talking so highly of you and god, when I saw your pictures, I thought you were the most perfect person I ever laid my eyes on. Then when I saw you, something in me just clicked that you were meant to be mine and I’m not one to believe in that love at first sight bullshit, so I didn’t know what to do. I just nervous and I didn't know what to do. I knew you were and still are way out of my league even though I felt like you were my person, but I didn't want to mess it up, so I tried to be distant to make it go away and I realized how fucking stupid that was. I'm so sorry for wasting your time and I was hoping we could have a second chance at a first date again to make it up to you." He has such a pained but relieved look on his face when he finishes talking, not looking at you, afraid that he may have done something that he would regret.

"I would actually love that, Armin." You exchange smiles and both stare at each other for a second in comfortable silence.

"Well, let's go then."He stands up and brings out his hand to yours.

"Wait what?" You give him a confused look as you place your hand in his and get up from the bed.

"Are you tired or something?" He furrows his eyebrows with a bit of a pouty face.

"No, not at all." You intertwine your fingers with his and make your way out of the frat house, forgetting say goodbye to anyone.

"So, where are you taking me so late at night?" You ask and turn to look at him to see a small smile plaster on his face.

"I was hoping I could take you back to my apartment to make us a proper meal after all that partying." You feel your heart pounding against your chest as he has the most genuine look in his eyes.

"Absolutely."

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