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You can’t remember how much time it’s been since you noticed someone was following you. Not only it was quite late, but the sky was already dark and you could count the people remaining on the street with the fingers of a single hand. The fact that there weren’t many lights didn’t help your situation either.
You saw him from the corner of your eye, a man. You almost race to the pub’s entrance and look around once you’re inside. You could try to hide among the crowd, but panic clouds your mind again the moment you hear the door and you go straight to where you guess the restrooms are.
You’re met with a barely illuminated and empty corridor which leads to two doors; the restrooms, you suppose. And barely a few meters away from you, there’s a man. He doesn’t even pay attention to you, looking at nowhere in particular as he exhales the smoke of the cigarette he’s holding.
Well, if the man harassing you manages to get here, at least you won’t be alone. Your body freezes at the sole thought of him finding you. The guy in the corridor would eventually leave, and what will you do then? Follow him without a word?
Your breath suddenly gets heavier. No matter how quickly you try to think, you see no way out. Your head gets dizzy, and you have to support a hand against the wall to avoid falling to the ground. Before you have time to panic, a voice makes you remember you’re not alone.
“Hey, are you alright? You’re shaking.”
You look up. The man’s expression remains sort of emotionless, but you notice a spark of concern in his eyes. And then you see a way out. “Please pretend you’re my boyfriend.” You tell him, fear very present in your voice.
“Huh?” Is his only response.
You swallow, exchanging looks between the stairs and him. “A man has been following me for a while and he just won’t leave me alone.” You explain, breathless. “Please help.”
His eyebrows then raise as he begins to understand why you made him such an odd request, but just when he’s about to talk, the sound of a door opening makes you squeak. He looks in that direction and sees a man who begins walking towards both of you.
His eyes dart to you and you look at him with pleading eyes, and that’s the only thing he needs to get that man’s the one going after you. He immediately pulls you towards him and wraps an arm around your shoulders in a protective way.
“Don’t move.” He whispers in your ear. The stranger seems to walk closer, and judging for how close you hear the steps, he seems to be just next to both you. After some seconds of not doing a thing, the man holding you gives him an irritated look. “What are you looking at?”
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“Yes.” He says without hesitation. “And I don’t take kindly when some creep harasses her. So get out of my sight before I beat the shit out of you.”
“No need to be so rude man, I just wanted to talk to her.”
“Rude? You’re lucky I don’t want my hands to touch dirt, because otherwise you’ll be leaving this place with several broken bones. Now get lost.”
“Dude–” You then hear a pained scream and wonder what happened since the man shielding you just moved his arm. Your body jerks, but you’re pulled closer your saviour’s body, so you stay still. “You sick fuck!” Is the last thing you’re able to hear before the sounds of his steps getting further.
“Cigarette burns look good on dickheads like him.” The green-eyed man says as he drops the cigar and puts it off by stepping on it. When you slowly separate your bodies, his eyes meet yours, one of his hands resting on your shoulder. “You okay?”
“I… think so.” You nod weakly. He lets you recover your breath, and then your body releases all the tension it has been holding. And you begin crying.
“Come here.” He pulls you against his chest again, silently stroking your hair until your sobs seems to cease and you’ve stopped shaking so violently.
“I’m sorry.” You dry your tears with your sleeve. “This is kind of embarrassing now.”
“Don’t apologize.” He says. “You were scared. It’s a normal reaction.”
“I guess it is.” You chuckle, finally calming down. “Thank you, really. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t in here.”
“Happy to help.” He grins. Now your fear’s partially gone, you take a proper look at the man. He’s dashingly handsome, you have to admit. “You’re still shaking.” He gently places a hand on your shoulder. “What if you stay in the pub for a little while?”
“What if that creep is waiting outside?” Your voice becomes a little shaky while saying those words. When his response is just silence, you sigh. “Never mind. You must think I’m paranoid.”
“No, I actually think your concerns are quite reasonable.” He gives it a thought. “My friends and I can walk you to your place if you need it. And the dude after you can try waiting outside if he’s willing to set himself up for a beating.”
You think it over. You know better than to be deceive by appearances, though he’s done nothing but help you so far. You don’t entirely trust him, but still, what’s your alternative? Go back home risking the possibility of that stalker silently following you and knowing where you live?
“Won’t your friends mind walking a random woman to her house so late at night?”
“I doubt they do. And if they’re tired, I’ll walk you myself.”
“Can I at least get your name before meeting them?”
He chuckles. “I’m Eren. You?”
You tell him yours. “Thank you then, Eren.”
“Not a problem. Being cautious can save you from a lot of problems.” At your slight smile, he softly pats your head. “Let’s go outside, pretty girl. I’ll introduce you to them.”
“Pretty girl?” You scoff.
He just shrugs. “I think you’re pretty. Does it bother you if I call you that?”
“No. Not really.”
“Good.” He offers you his hand, and the way you take it without hesitation surprises you.
You meet his friends, Mikasa and Armin, and as Eren explains the situation, they immediately agree leaving you alone isn’t the smartest thing. Though you find funny how differently they react, Armin keeps asking if the man hurt you and if you want to go somewhere quieter, and Mikasa looks around and asks if the man is still around so she can kick his ass.
Though you’d rather stop talking about it, and Eren notices because of the way you grab your skirt whenever they ask you something related to what happened. He rests a hand on your leg and says, “Guys, I think she’s rather talk about something else, right?” He eyes you then. “Let’s make her forget that experience for a while.”
“That’s true.” Armin nods. “Sorry, that was insensitive.”
“No no, I get it, you’re worried.” You shake your head. “But Eren’s right, I really don’t want to keep remembering it.”
As you asked, they don’t mention the topic again, and you quickly engage in a different conversation. You slowly begin to feel more relaxed, and even when you can’t easily forget what you experienced not even an hour ago, you’re able to act normally again.
Though you admit Eren’s the one who’s making it easier to forget, not only because his comments make you laugh but because, you notice he’s been unapologetically flirty towards you. The attention is far from unwanted though, you’re actually quite flattered.
Eren’s incredibly respectful, always asking for permission before touching you anywhere and letting you know you can be vocal if anything he says or does makes you feel uneasy. It didn’t take long before you were craving his lips and wondering how his hands would feel on your bare skin.
Though despite his affections, you don’t make any move, and pray he doesn’t notice the way your cheeks have become pink anytime you make any kind of physical contact – and if he does, he doesn’t tell you. Maybe he just enjoys the flirting but doesn’t want to go further, or maybe he’s doing all of that to help you forget about your bad experience from earlier. Or both.
Hours pass by, and the four of you leave the pub just when it’s about to close. You check your phone and notice it’s almost five in the morning, though you aren’t even a bit tired. You walk side by side with Eren, a few steps behind Mikasa and Armin.
They mentioned before they live together while Eren lives with his older brother, and wave you hand goodbye after thanking them for helping you when you have to part ways.
“Are you tired?” You ask once you’re alone with Eren.
“Not really.”
You then grab his sleeve. “I don’t want to leave.”
“Are you still scared? Do you want me to–”
“No, no.” You shake your head with a little laugh. “I mean, I want to spend more time with you. If you want to.”
Eren gives you a questioning look, and when you grab his sleeve and pulls him closer to you, he seems to understand what’s going through your mind. “Oh.” His eyes go wide for a second before you notice a small grin growing on his face. “I see.”
He lifts an eyebrow and gives you a curious look to which you respond with an innocent smile, praying your eyes don’t give away your not so innocent thoughts of him. “We can always crash at my place for a while.” You suggest.
“You sure don’t mind?”
“Not at all.” You shake your head. “Do you?”
Instead of answering, he pinches your nose. “Lead the way.”
You don’t remember how you ended up grabbing Eren’s arm on your way back to your house. He seems to enjoy the way you cling to him, so he doesn’t say anything, just laughs and jokingly says how clingy you are.
Once you step inside your house, you bring a finger to your lips, and he gets there’s someone else in the house who could be sleeping. None of you say a word until you reach your room and you let Eren in and close the door behind you.
“Feel free to leave your jacket anywhere.” You say you leave yours on the chair before he does the same.
“Cool room.” He casually says while looking around.
“Thanks.” You smile, walking to his side. “By the way, huh… I didn’t know how to bring this up earlier, but… is there any way I can thank you for your help?” Eren then turns around and looks at you.
When your hand brushes his and your stand on your tiptoes, your face very close to his, Eren’s breath gets heavier and his eyes are fixed on your lips. He clearly got your message, though he doesn’t say a thing. At his lack of words, embarrassment takes over your body.
“I’m sorry. That was stupid.” You let go of his hand but he holds your wrist before you can pull away.
“It wasn’t.” His free hand grabs your chin, causing you to meet his eyes again. “Listen.” He says, keeping your body close to his and moving a strand of hair out of your face. His touch causes you to shudder. “I like you.” A brief gasp leaves your mouth.
“You do?”
The evident surprise on your face causes Eren to chuckle. “I do. But,” He pinches your nose. “I don’t want you to feel like you owe me something. I wouldn’t feel good if I slept with someone purely because they think they’re in debt with me. Helping you back there was basic human decency.” You know he’s right. “And I like it when my partners want me back.”
“I want you.” You say without really thinking. “I didn’t know how to bring this up and I just blurted out that because it was the first thing I could think of– which was stupid, I’m aware. But–”
A hand slipping under your chin interrupts you, and now you’re looking at him directly in the eyes. “Say that again.”
You feel your face getting warm again. “You want me to repeat everything…?”
“No. Just the first thing you said.”
You swallow before saying it. “I want you.”
His thumb strokes your bottom lip. “You mean it?”
“Yes.” You say so desperately it’s almost pathetic. “So bad.”
He moves his face close to yours until you can feel his breath, and you’re the one to close the distance between your lips. The kiss is gentle at first, then your hands move to his shoulders before wrapping around his neck, pulling his body closer to his as your tongue enters his mouth.
He grabs your legs and lifts your body, walking to your bed and carefully leaving you on it without breaking the kiss and positioning himself on top of you. When you pull back, he whispers against your lips, “How far do you want to go?” He hears a little whine, but that’s not what he’s looking for. “Don’t be shy, say it.”
Your voice comes out in a whisper when you speak. “I want you to fuck me.”
He smirks, your desperation turning him on even more. His hand slips under your shirt, his thumb tracing circles on your bare waist. “If I do something you don’t like, you say stop and I stop. Got it?” You nod. “Use your words, dear.”
What he says goes straight between your legs. “Yes.”
“What a good girl.” Before you can process the praise, Eren’s lips move to your neck so he can leave feather kisses on your skin, his teeth softly biting the flesh every few kisses.
One of your hands move to hold on his shoulder and the other tangles in his hair, noticing how soft it is. One of your hands grabs his hair, quickly untying his manbun and burying your fingers in his brunette locks, while the other moves along his back until it reaches the hem of his shirt.
“Take it off.” Eren breathes against your skin.
“Yours, or mine?”
He moves away from your face, but not before nibbing at your ear and earning a whimper from you. “Both.”
You shift to a sitting position so you can properly get rid of your own shirt before dropping it on the floor without looking where, followed by his. You feel a hand on your back unclasping your bra faster thank you can blink which then pushed you down by your shoulders so you were lying on your back again.
Not wasting even a second, Eren’s mouth latched onto one of your nipples while his fingers toy with the other. You moaned a bit too loudly and unconsciously bite your bottom lip, refraining from doing it again for now. “You sound so pretty.”
“Shut up.” You’re barely able to say, your hand gripping his hair.
Eren then chuckles, his thumb still brushing your nipple when he asks, “Have you done this before?” He voices the question just in case.
“Yes.” You manage to let, your breath beginning to get unsteady.
“Tell me what you like.” He notices the way your pupils dilate. Before you’re even able to think about an answer, he slots a knee between your legs and presses against your core. “You’re very wet, dear. Were you thinking about doing this back in the pub?”
Your eyes close and your mouth opens in another moan. “Jerk…” You breathe, feeling the heat in both your cheeks and between your thighs.
“So you were.” He smirks. “Now tell me.”
Instead of using your words, you position a hand on his head and slowly pushes it downwards, hoping he gets the hint. And he does. His eyes don’t leave yours while his lips descend down your body, kissing the skin until he reaches your shorts, quickly unbuttoning them and pulling them down with your underwear.
Your legs barely begin to feel the cold which came with being entirely naked due to Eren’s warm hands and lips refusing to leave any trace of the skin of your thighs untouched. Your hand remains on the back of his hair, letting him move as he wishes.
Eren notices you avert your eyes when his lips are about to reach your most intimate area, and he doesn’t like that. “Eyes on me, pretty girl.” The feeling of being exposed is still there, but you do as he says. “Fingers or tongue?”
“I’ll leave that up to you.”
He takes a few seconds to think how he should touch you before his thumb brushes your clit, which causes you to open your mouth in a silent gasp. His unoccupied arm moved around one of your thighs to keep your legs spread when they try to close by reflex.
Your eyes close for a moment when Eren teases your entrance, and he takes advantage of that to push his tongue inside your cunt. When you feel something warm and wet instead of his fingers, your mouth lets a high-pitched sound. The way you begin to strongly grab his hair makes him groan inside you, the vibrations making your body shiver between breathless gasps.
Your hips begin to move against his mouth and Eren uses his free hand to push them down by pressing on your stomach, using enough force to keep your body still without hurting you. Your can barely keep your eyes open, but you’re still looking at him despite the struggle, and Eren loves that.
His thumb adds a bit of pressure to your clit, and it didn’t take long for you to reach your peak after that. The grip you have on his hair tightens even more when he pulls his tongue out and slid two fingers inside you, moving them in and out to help you prolong your orgasm. He licks his digits clean while you recover your breath, climbing back on top on you to kiss the sides of your face.
A surprised gasp left his mouth when you grabbed his shoulders and switch their positions. You mimic what he did earlier, pulling down his trousers, though before you get rid of your underwear, you shamelessly grab his bulge and ask, “Were you hard back in the pub?” You say as you throw his boxers without looking where.
You notice the way he bites his lower lip and the way you tease him back, and it seems to make him even harder. He shifts into a sitting position, not moving you from his lap. “I was.” He admits. “Why do you think I was crossing my legs half of the time?”
“Good strategy.” You grin. Before things get out of hand, you reach out to one of your drawers next to your bed and grab a packet of condoms, taking one and opening it with your mouth.
“Put it yourself.” Eren says. When you nod without a protest, rolling it on his length, he grabs your face and brings his mouth close to your ear, softly biting your earlobe. “You’re delightfully obedient, you know?”
“… Shut up.” You say for the second time.
“Don’t be shy.” He teases. “I like it.”
Not giving himself the chance to talk again, you slowly lower yourself onto him, feeling the way his cock stretches your insides inch by inch. It feels so good your nails dig on his shoulders, and you can tell it’s the same for him because of the way his eyes close and his head lulls back with a deep moan.
“I like to hear that better.” You once again don’t let him talk back, lifting your body and lowering it again, your hands grabbing his shoulders to support your weight.
Wanting to hear more of his sounds, you sink down on his length again faster this time, causing both of you to moan the same time. You’re set a slow rhythm as your body keeps moving up and down, your body getting even hotter when you hear the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Is that good?” You manage to ask while gasping for air.
“Yes,” He breathes, clearly having trouble to speak. “Keep going, pretty girl.”
You moan at the pet name, not slowing down your movements until your body begins to feel a bit sore. You then bring one of his hands to your hips to let Eren know he can set his own pace now. Your arms then wrap around his neck again, your faces being barely inches away.
He didn’t let go of his chance to take control, his hand strongly holding your hips and moving your body the same way you were, not slowing down at all, lifting and dropping you on his cock over and over. He doesn’t move away when you kiss him, your tongue parting his lips as you swallow each other’s sounds.
His free hand goes to rub your clit and you feel the familiar warmth growing in your body and you know you won’t last much longer. Your body is already sensitive from your previous orgasm, and the stimulation of both his cock and his fingers feels incredibly good to the point that it’s too much for your body.
You come first, your mouth opening in a silent scream as your insides tightly squeeze his length, which is what Eren needs to reach his climax as well. A pleasured moan leaving his throat, his hand still holding your hips and your arms remaining around his neck, keeping your shaking bodies close.
When you climb off him, you both lie down, and you don’t protest when Eren pull you closer with a hug, your head falling on his chest. Your breathing relaxes with each second and your eyes threaten to close when the begins stroking your hair in a gentle manner.
“So, can I get your number?” Eren asks.
“Yeah.” You laugh. “I think you can.”