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It was hard to really move; so many bodies pressed together. The cacophony of scents stinging her nostrils and blurring her eyes. Overlapping perfumes; some stronger than others. Whether they put on too much or the fragrance was just too much. That mixed with the aroma of alcohol and even the after effects of smokers breath.
“Lysa, I still don’t know why you drag me to this thing.” (Y/N) complained,
“Because you are my best friend and would come out to do anything and everything with me! Even this horrible pit of girls.”
Before she could retort, someone stepped on her foot and whomever it was wore stiletto heels. “Jesus! Can this be more irritating?!” The woman with the starlight hair yelped. There had been way too many people here. The band itself, while being only two months old, was monstrously popular. They had an obscure name; something (Y/N) didn’t think to memorize. She wasn’t big into metal songs; that wasn’t to say their sound was bad. She just found herself fawning over K-Pop idols a lot more than anything.
“(Nickname)! Here!” Lysa took her hand. Dragging her friend through the deep of the crowd, somehow she found an opening towards the front and they were against the guard rails that kept them separated from the band. The Grieve, was what they called themselves. Unsure if it were something with meaning or just… really a means to be as chaotic as possible.
“We’re so much closer now!” She bounce. How did she always let this girl talk her into coming to things like this. First it was the autograph sessions; she practically got trampled, then it was the meet and greet; lost in the crowd before being spat out and left to wait for Lysa. And now it’s touring around to keep up with the band themselves. Not to mention the clothing choice she had, thanks to her friend.
She wore something tantalizing; clear she wanted to attract their attention. And with an outfit asking for attention she would get it. Falling against the rail, she was hit by one of the women, making (Y/N) complain. “Listen, I am all about you wanting to support your favorite artist. But I will not get a concussion for people I do not know.” She held tight to the bar. Looking towards the screamer on stage, was much closer and it being far louder. They were all good looking, as most artist tend to be. Between the main vocalist, he also seemed to share vocals with the bassist with the long brown hair. She didn’t know names and wasn’t fiending to remember either.
Though, that very same bassist seemed to have made contact with her. Those (E/C) colored eyes blown wide at his venomous greens, boring into her own; or was he down her shirt; was cut low enough. The man grins, throwing her a teasing wink, she felt herself recoil in disgust. “Look! Look! Eren winked at you!!! Aaah! What you do to get his attention?!”
“I fell because someone hit me!” She complained. “This fucking top isn’t helping either. I look like a fucking groupie.” She hissed. The song ended and the hall was loud with screams and cries. “Looks like their going on break. Finally.” She exhaled, though it was short lived when Lysa snatched her.
“Come on! Backstage time.”
“Can I skip this run; you’re only going to see—uh, what was his name… Jean, or something. I’m honestly parched and my sinus are getting really damaged from all the smelly people. I’ll rejoin you in the pit, but I just need to breathe a bit.” She patted the girl’s hand. Lysa loved (Y/N), there wasn’t any way she could make the young woman suffer.
“Okay, let’s meet back at the bar before the next set. Deal?”
“Thank you Lysa. Have fun, okay.” She reached over and hugged the blonde woman. Parting ways, she finally escaped to the medium sized bar. She couldn’t have anything strong, otherwise she run the risk of doing something regretful with an unknown hand. “Cola is fine.” She orders, the bartender merely nods and cracks her open a fresh can, pouring it over ice and passed it off.
“One Screaming Orgasm.” The man next to her orders. She coughed, that name wasn’t what she expected to hear. Putting her cup down, she pounded her chest a few times before feeling a hand pat her back. “Hey, be careful on you drink sweetheart, could really damage your throat like that.”
“Y—Yeah… Fuck, that went down wrong.” She reached over and took a napkin in hand; pressing it to her nose. The acid of the soda burning the inside of her nose. She looks up and her eyes pop at the sight of the man from the stage. Oh no, she didn’t want to be anywhere near him, when the crazy fans took notice. “Thanks for the help.” She waves him off and slipped off the stool.
“Something wrong? You didn’t even finish your drink.” He says, reaching over and touching her glass.
“Well, to be frank. Yes.” She took the napkin away. “For one, you’re who these people came to see and I don’t want to be overtaken by the crowd again. I already have to brave it for Lysa.” She murmurs, looking towards the stage again. “This isn’t even my scene.”
“Really?” He took a seat. “It’s stupid to come here when you’re not having fun.” He shrugs and takes his drink from the bartender, who returned with it.
“It’s for Lysa. She likes your band and music.”
“And you’re supporting your friend. I get it. You’re not the first who said that.” He took a drink, this making her raise her brow. What the hell was that supposed to mean? “You fall for our sound sooner or later.”
“No, I won’t.” She says, feeling appalled by his remark. “Your music is hot to them, but I’m sorry. At most, you make my ears hurt.” She says, now really wanting to get away from him. But she had to wait for Lysa. Eren turned and faced her, his elbow on the counter top and drink in hand.
“So what is your kind of music, dollface?”
Dollface? Really? She rolled her eyes and turned away from him. “Not yours, that’s for certain.”
“Then why would you tell me?” He smirks, leaning over and wanting to get a better look at her face. “It’s okay that you’re into us. No other reason to show such support, after all.” He reach out and brush a bit of her hair from her face. She recoiled from his touch and got off the stool. That was an unusual reaction. Most women would be begging at his feet right now, clawing to get the shirt off his back. Yet the woman with the fire in her eyes, look like she was going to be sick.
“That’s enough out of you, Eren.” A lower voice got her attention. A shorter male stood before them. Oh! He was the screaming vocalist from before. “You’re supposed to be backstage with those fans, your drink run is over.”
“I’m not even finished.” Eren complained, the vocalist glared at him.
“Take it and go.” He replied.
For a moment, he thought to disobey him but. Somehow he couldn’t right now. “See you again, sunshine.” Eren winks and took his drink. If she made it out tonight with her sanity, she’d be lucky.
“Thank—huh?” She looked again; the man was gone. Moved pretty fast for a short man. She sighed and collected her drink again. If anything, she’d need to have some kind of sugar in her tank, to deal with the rest of this concert. Honestly it was maddening. The concert continued, and without you in the heat of the mosh pit itself. Sure, it wasn’t ideal to leave Lysa in the whole thing—though she didn’t remember if Lysa came out. But through sets of songs, (Y/N) kept meeting Eren’s eyes; even when she was taking in the rest of the band themselves.
Jean on drums, Levi on lead vocals with Mikasa as secondary; Sasha playfully tickling the keys of ivory. Connie on guitar and Eren, the bassist who often shares vocal chorus with Levi. Behind the scene, Armin and Hange working the technics, after all they needed to be flashy; right? “You don’t seem interested in being here.” A voice called, she looked up at a rather tall man. Blonde and very shaggy.
“What gave it away?” She shouted, the music being louder than her. Earning her his chuckle from him. “No, my scene is elsewhere. I’m just acting support.”
“Well, you’re friend is very lucky then. You would stomach this for them.” He says, looking towards the stage and notice the hateful glare from Eren’s, ready to cut him down. “Well, enjoy supporting your friend, it was a pleasure to meet you Miss (L/N).” He pats her shoulder and walk on pass. He was nice, but she never got his name… But, did she tell him hers? Strange man. The two them were playing gaze tag the rest of the night, with her rolling hers every so often.
For a night, if felt like the longest in her existence; but when it came to an end, she was more than happy to go back to normal living. Well, mostly normal. Time winded on slowly and in another few months, her best friend seemed to have found her hooks in the drummer, Jean. Lysa was never one to turn down a pretty face; which was a shame. Jean was stunning, with that shade of blonde in his hair.
Today would be one of those days Lysa dragged her out of her apartment. (Y/N), along side a big, beautiful German Shepard, she walked her through town. Abaddon, was her name, and she was quite the beast when it came to protecting her master, though quite the angel when they spent time together. Stopping at the street corner, she looked up at the large LED TV. And what a regret that turned out to be. A group appeared, apparently it was pre-recorded interview with a Korean pop group, Full Moon. The lead singer, with hair coated in red and contacts of gold, he definitely played up the idea of his group’s name. “Bitch...” She exhaled. Her eyes fluttering a few times before she felt tears come to her eyes. Why did she have to see that; and then an ad for some perfume he was promoting with a stunning model. The way he held her; reminded her of the days when he’d do the same—no, it was different.
“Come on Abaddon.” She sniffled, the two crossing the street. “I don’t need any more bad luck today.”
Reaching the other side, someone honked; though it was the city; these sounds were everywhere. The honk came again and then a rather annoyed accent. “Damn honeypot, you just ignoring me now?”
Hell no… She stopped, Abaddon whined and looked at her master. Turning, she looked at the car pulling into park next to her. This really was bad luck. “Hyun.”
“Yea, that’s my name, (Y/N).” He got out the rather large car, closing the door behind him. She took a step back and the dog growled softly. “Whoa, come on girl, you remember me. It’s Hyun sweetheart.” He reached to touch her, the dog snapped her jaws at him. He narrowly avoided getting two fingers bit off. “Shit! What did you do to my dog?”
“You’re dog? You abandoned her and me. I’ve taken care of Abaddon since you’ve been out chasing your dream. Seems you are really succeeding too.” She swallowed a ball of air. “Why are you here?”
“Besides the fact I live here too, you don’t own the city honeypot.”
“Don’t call me that.” She raise her hand and did her best to remain strong. A big part of her wanted to hurl herself in his arms and beg for an answer. She never understood why he did the things he had, celebrities were complicated. But Hyun always promised nothing would come between them. “And I mean here, in front of me. I’m not that petty, Hyun.”
“You’re still my girl (Nickname); no matter how far apart we ar—”
“I stopped being your girl when you were hauling models up against the walls of parties, concerts, turning your number out harder than a whore during club night and let’s not forget the breakup itself? Or are you just pretending you forgot what you said to me before you walked out? Because I didn’t.”
“Babe, please. It was stressful. I didn’t mean it honestly. The problems were mounting and all the fans were just out to hunt you. I had to end us on terms they could see and not bother you.” He stepped closer; she felt herself freeze. God, she missed his stupid face, but she was still hurt. She knew he was lying out his neck. With all the nights girls were texting his phone; he couldn’t even put it on vibrate to keep her from wondering. Of course, she’s seen all the sexts as well. Taking her from her thoughts, his hand touched her hair and snagged it, pulling her closer. Fuck… She was losing her wit. Abaddon barked and Hyun backed off. “Abby, baby it’s me… You don’t have to be so mean.”
“I’m going, Hyun.” She swallowed, trying to keep her eyes off him. “Hope things keep going well for you.”
“(Y/N) please. Hold on.” He reached out and grabbed her arm. And a bigger hand grabbed his. Two became three, and the third hand was squeezing Hyun’s small arm tight.
“Back off, otherwise I’ll break it.” Eren warns him darkly. Hyun couldn’t hold onto her longer, the bassist hand was doing him in. Letting her go, his own hand was thrust back. Looking between (Y/N) and Eren, he wasn’t sure who he had been more disgusted with.
“Yeager. I’m surprised you’re hanging around in the light.”
“If that was meant to be an insult, I’d ask you to try again but you don’t seem to have the capacity to do so.”
“You know Hyun?” (Y/N) asked, looking at the rock star. Hyun shushed her, something he didn’t want others to know. Raising a brow, Eren looked at her.
“Hyun? So this clown’s name isn’t Ezra?” Blinking twice, she shook her head. Right… he lead that weird life of a whole new name and personality. ”How do you know him anyway?”
“Back off Yeager. I’m talking to my girl—”
“D—Don’t pull that shit on me Hyun.” She shouts, Abaddon barks back; Eren finally noticing the angry dog. Of course them being in public, it didn’t take long at all for two of the biggest stars to be recognized. Attention that Hyun just ate up. Eren pressed a hand against her back, ready to escort her away, but Hyun had other plans.
“Ezra! What are you doing out here?! Is this a Collab with The Grieve?!” A vlogger called Eren by his band’s name. There was no way in hell that was about to happen. “Whose that?!”
“This, is my honeypot. My sweet (Y/N). The girl whose been in my corner since my humble beginnings.”
“I’m not—”
“There were tough times where fans made her feel… like she was a blight in my life and I promised her nothing would break us apart. She’s a shy sweetheart, let’s not overwhelm her.”
“Hey!!!” She shouted, turning both eyes over on her, cameras as well. Abaddon was getting worked up. She wanted to say something; anything, but sometimes she found it hard to say no to Hyun. Taking notice to her uncomfortable nature, Eren blocked her.
“Come on. Don’t give him another second.” He tells and she nodded. Things were already a complete mess, putting aside how he made her feel a while ago, she turned on her heel, clicking her tongue at Abaddon.
“Hey, she’s the star of this. Yeager. No need to run off, after all. This was our means to announce the coming collaboration of ours, right?”
“Is that true?” She looked up at the man, who pushed her forward. Hyun was surrounded, questions flooding him and the two getting out of sight as fast as they could. For a while they walked, but of course it didn’t take long for the media circus to reach Lysa, who was texting and calling (Y/N) phone. She really didn’t feel like having the discussion. “I don’t know where you came from; but thanks.” She shook off the weary feeling. Feeling dirty for still having feelings for him, she sighed and walked along with Eren.
“Was in the neighborhood for Jean. Couldn’t help but notice the spectacle taking place.” He lifted a bag
“Clownery is more like it.” She groan. “I’m sorry you had to break that up. “I take it there is a blonde girl waiting back at your band’s place?” She asked and Eren gave her a nod. The two of them carried on to a small, ground level complex. Sitting on the steps, Lysa was on Jean’s lap, flicking the pretty cross style earring in his lobe.
“(Nickname)! Where have you been?! What is going on! What were you doing with Hyun?”
“I don’t want to talk about it, okay. Can we please forget that happened?”
“Doubt it.” Mikasa answered, the dark haired woman sat with her chin rested against her hand. “That publicity seemed to have given both our brands ideas.”
“Yeah, and if it means cash, the boss went with it.” Jean answered, getting off the stoop itself. “Looks like we’ll be working with Full Moon.”
“You’re joking...” Eren’s brows dropped. Levi, now leaned against the door, leered at (Y/N), who wasn’t sure what to say to him. Should she apologize? Leave? All she wanted to do was walk Abaddon and enjoy her day out. Stepping down, she kneel next to her furry friend and rubbed her big head; Abby happily licked her face back. “Tell them no.”
“Think I didn’t do that? The last thing I want is to share stage with some preteen’s wet dream. There is little choice in this. They’ve already signed.”
“That fast?!” (Y/N) awes. “Don’t these things take time? Negotiations? Conversations?” She stood back up. How is it every time she sees him or ever crosses paths with him, there is constant bad luck. Lysa shrugged, she didn’t know how to answer.
“I guess when you’re two of the biggest names anyone shouts these days. It’s not that hard for record managers.” Sasha answers and Connie nods agreeingly.
“Oh my god, I just want to forget today.” She groans.
In her luck, that was a call to arms. The tech manager Hange prepared the studio and as many drinks as they could, for the evening. This still wasn’t her kind of music, but it might have been a good time to get into something else; to actually let Hyun go. Sure, she found love in the genre before Hyun, but like him it held onto her and it was harder to properly break away from. The band proceed with their practice. Hange and Armin working dials, everyone into the sound of their piece… All but the young woman with the (E/C) eyes and her precious Abaddon. Like the concert before, she looked upon all of them. Surprisingly, the deep throaty voice on Levi was… rather attractive. Even more so when sharing vocals with Eren. And he caught her in his web; those deep greens entrancing her for a moment. Who was this man and why did his tone pierce her, like a knife? Trapped and falling further into those sea of greens, it was Abaddon who pulled her back. The dog falling over her lap.
“Pff, what’s wrong honey? Restless?” She smiled, petting the Shepard’s head. Lysa passed a glass to (Y/N), who blindly took it and without thought, drowned it. The burn itself made her look at her friend. “L—Lyse! Why?!”
“Hey! You said you wanted to forget! So, down the hatch darling!” She drank more, her body rocking to Grieves music. There was no way in hell she was making it back home sober; with her weakness to alcoholic drinks. The young woman rested against the arm of the chair, watching them. Her eyes bouncing between Levi and Ere specifically. But, to her inner annoyance, she was feeling their songs. Metal—rock—punk, whatever anyone wanted to call it, she never found their music to be entertaining; but in her drunken stupor, she rather liked it.
Whether it was the drag of Levi’s harsh vocals; with the right amount of depth and energy, or even Eren’s addition and he had the length of the pipes alone. Abaddon got fed up with her master’s leg bouncing and laid upon the floor. “Well, their not too terrible.”
“Please! You know you love them.” Lysa laughed, taking another drink. “I see you eye fucking two guys.”
“And now you’re in over your head. Damn it… I’ll be right back.” She pulled herself up from the chair and with a bit of effort, she left the room. Lysa, not bothering to follow her, just continued to cheer on the group. Taking her phone out her pocket, she staggered down the small path and found herself leaning against a wall, trying to read something that came across her phone. “Huh? Hyun?” She mutters. Hitting the call button, she dialed the man back. “Why do you still have my number, Hyun?”
“I never got rid of it, honeypot. Listen, I miss you babe. Why don’t we put all this stupidness behind us and you come home. I know you and Abby miss me.” He says; she sighed heavily and turned, feeling a doorknob. She wasn’t sure whose room it was, but it was hers for the moment. It was hard to hear her sensible thoughts over her drunken ones. She wanted to laugh, she wanted to cry, she wanted to scream. But she chose lethargy.
“You know what I miss, of my old Hyun. Nothing… Erza—or whatever you call yourself, is all you are.” She sat on the edge of someone’s messy bed. “You were never mine to begin with Hyun. You just played on my supportive heart, because you’re too much a baby to do thinks by yourself. Isn’t that why I was basically your maid more than your girlfriend? Would explain why you brought me so many of those kinky costumes. And then shared the pictures with your boys. Damn I am a dumbass.” She says, falling back and staring up at the painted ceiling, with small formation of stars.
“You really convince yourself I am the bad person. (Y/N), you never gave me a real chance. You pushed me to live this dream and I always did everything for you. With you. And you couldn’t stick around because you’re such a jealous—”
“Blah blah blah!” She put her phone on speaker, her hand getting tired of holding it. “Your bullshitting never cease. Leave me alone, I’m sick of hearing your voice.”
“No one wants you (Y/N). You do know that” Hyun remarks with the intent to break her down. “Not even your own parents wanted you, who else did you have to turn too but me. I’ve protected you, looked out for you, loved you, showed you things you wouldn’t even dream of. Emotionally, sexually. Honeypot, you need me and you know that. Can we stop playing this dumb game and you come back to where you belong? It hurt me when you left with that stupid metalhead, but I will look pass it if you just remind me, right now. Who loves you? Who is always here for you? Who will you always need?”
Opening her mouth, her throat was dry but her eyes were wet with tears. Was he right? Did she really need him? Hyun knew her better than anyone. Even with Lysa, she was still very much alone. Everyone was moving ahead and she was still stuck in her slow lane, hoping something wonderful would come and take her away from it. Well, half of that would come to pass. She didn’t hear the door close, but the green eyed man startled the absolute hell out of her. “W—Where did—Mmph!”
“(Y/N)? Babe what’s wrong?” Hyun called for her; he wasn’t getting an answer.
Eren kept her voice away, deep in her mouth and tasting the drowned shot from earlier; the woman melted into his kiss, forgetting she was still on call with Hyun. But he hadn’t. A hand under her leg, pushing it up and outward. He grind against her the second he broke their kiss. And the intent was realized. She softly moaned at his feeling. Hyun was on edge. “H—Hey! Wait a minute.” She pushed against his chest.
“(Nickname)! Get off my woman!”
“You going to take that?” He asked, tracing his fingers on the inside of her thigh. She gulped down the pooling salivation in her mouth and barely breathe another word. “Letting some trash-pop player make a fool out of you? I can see the fire in your eyes, and it’s defiant down to the letter.” He grins, rolling his tongue from his mouth and licking up her chin. Oh! He had a tongue ring. Curiously, she wondered what else he had.
“Shh—Mm…” She gasped; enjoying the harden feeling of his hardness through his pants. Leaning her ear, he whispered softly to her “Teach him a lesson.” though she wasn’t sure if this was the lesson he needed. Hyun was a lot of things, but would she be any better than him, going so far with this man. Her mind was already dancing around thoughts of this metalhead’s radiance. He sat up and pulled his shirt overhead, throwing it somewhere in the room. There was no way she was looking at him right. A body sculpted by gods, tattoos decorating his arms, a set of wings over his left pectoral, above his heart. He was a canvas she’d never expected to see up close.
Even Hyun didn’t look the minimal of this hot hunk of man meat. Oh yes, the man versus the boy.
“You look hungry, baby. Come on and get your fill.” He chuckles, coming back to her body and pushing up that long overshirt.
“I swear to you Yeager. If you go any further right now, I will make you regret the very rest of your life.” Hyun warns, clenching tight to something in his reach. “She’s mine, fucker.” Eren chuckled, reaching down to her shorts—into her shorts and rubbing two fingers against her aching sex. A cry left her, she arching up off the bed.
“She thinks differently.”
“E—Eren—That’s not….”
“We’ll be seeing you, Hyun.” He says, reaching over and hanging up her phone. Hyun was furious. That was a constant tactic that worked well on her; he would have had her again—What was she doing with him?! Of all people?! No! He wouldn’t allow it. She knew where she belonged.
Her phone chimed again, Hyun calling again and (Y/N) knocking it off the bed. Her hands pressed against Eren’s head and she softly slipping out sweet expletives. It was too much, she wasn’t sure of what she was feeling but she knew she liked it. That tongue ring throwing her deeper into a state of pleasure; had he done this before? Did piercings always make it better or was she just thrown by the drink in her system? “Fuck… me… Aaah! It’s so… so different… So hot, Eren.” She swallowed his name, as if were the best thing she tasted.
And what a feeling it gave him. His tongue switched with his finger, the rock star climbing back up her body. God, if he didn’t have to go back out in a few minutes; she would be naked and completely submitted to him. “Yeah? You want that, don’t you baby? Want my cock inside you?” He asked, popping the button on his pants and saving himself from scraping against that zipper more. “Damn your beautiful… Wish you could have come backstage that night Gave me a hot show in that outfit you wore.”
“T—That… I—you.” She struggled to find her words. Eren chuckled at her and quickly aided her in the removal of her panties. He so badly wanted to take all her clothes off right now. But, he was short on time.
“Shhhh, just enjoy and take me in.” Eren grins, leaning over her. She could feel it; wishing she got to touch it at least, but this was going to have to settle for now. The head in and she was stretching around his cock. Now this was truly a different feeling. Nothing like she ever had before. She raise up again, moaning right along with Eren; the two looking at one another and she trying to understand the glimmer of passion in his eyes. For a woman he just met. “Aah, it’s all… the way in.” He chuckles, reaching a hand to her face and cupping her cheek. Tears rolled down from her eyes and met his fingers.
“P—Please… Eren...” (Y/N) breathed out an air whine. “D—Don’t wait, move.” She begged. Now how could he tell her no, after sounding like that. Obliging her request, he withdrew and pushed back in. His pace was slow, intending to hear that sweet voice beg for him again. Her hands gripped tight to his arms; just needing to hold something as he claimed her and what a feeling. So full, but damn it was too slow. “Eren—”
“You want more? Beg for me baby.” He gave her a quick taste, snapping his hips against her and then devolving back to his snail pace. Her legs curled around him, desperate to feel him go deeper, dying to have him go faster. Licking her drying lips, she whimpered to his heated gaze and stuttered it out. “P—Please… Faster, I—I want it. Please E—Eren fuck me! Fuck me right.”
“Heh, as you command, dollface.” He moved his hands to hers, restraining her against his bed and rocking it as he pounded the woman harder and much faster. Even with his band mates down the hall, he didn’t keep her quiet. (Y/N) cried out, his name mixing and twisting her tongue like a pretzel of sorts. Shaking her head, she couldn’t believe how drunk one man’s dick could get her. Or maybe it was the drink itself. “That’s it beautiful; squeeze me! Oh, fuck have all of me.” He pants. “So fucking good. Say it to me. Tell me I’m better than Hyun.”
Hearing the other man’s name, she flexed her fingers, wanting to grab onto something—No, it was a habit of being with the other male. “Eren is better...” She gave in, her heart beating like a taiko drum, the passion of his heat devouring her and if she remembered this later… How would she face herself? Never had she considered anyone but Hyun. But now, there was no Hyun. Only Eren. “Aaah! Fuc—ohh god! So good, so much better.”
The two lost in the moment, her body giving in and she cum all over his hot rod; even more stimulation than before. Eren completely hammers the woman into his noisy bed and the heat gave way. “Shi—I’m coming baby.” He warned her, though she did not answer. Merely crying out when the thick ropes made a mess of her insides. Letting her wrists go, he took a fistful of her shirt and pulled her up. Her arms wrapped her arms around him and he did the same, his hips pumping a few more times, the last of his spurts loose within her.
“Holy fuck...” She gasped, tugging on his hair. Eren leaned to her face and took the woman in a kiss, sloppy and just as noisy. A knock reached his door, the man almost didn’t want to stop; but the irritator wasn’t giving up.
“Eren! Come on! We’re not done with practice.” Armin says through the door. Groaning against her lips, he parted enough to answer.
“I’m coming already.”
“Yeah, I heard that earlier.” The blonde huffed before walking away. Eren growled and looked back at (Y/N), who was burned red, still gripping the man’s deeply driven cock. Smiling at her, he was pleased by the look she gave. She could take much more, though it would have to be later.
“You need to sleep, that hangover is going to be nasty.” He purrs at her. He let her fall backwards, the moment he sild himself out of her. The woman was spent, yet she writhed about as if she were still in need. Gods, he loved watching her squirm like that. But fuck, he had to deal with practice. “Stop that or I won’t leave.” He says, finding her shorts. Helping her put them back on, he whistled twice. Getting up, he went for his door and opened it; Abaddon pattering across the floor and jumping on with her master. “Stay with her, won’t you? I won’t be long.”
Wasn’t as if he had to tell a lady’s best friend what to do. Their bond was clear. (Y/N) drifted into an unusually peaceful slumber; Abaddon rested against her side as she snored; not even disturbed by the irritation of the disconnected sound of her phone.
Hyun heard it all and Eren would have hell to pay.