Crossing the lines between us || aot x reader

Handful of what?

You placed your head on the book you had sitting before you and groaned.

"You alright?" Your friend Sasha said tapping you lightly on the shoulder.

You turned your face towards her, a dead look in your eyes from utter exhaustion. "It happened again." You frowned.

"He had sex again?" Sasha's eyes widened, she leaned back in her seat in awe. "Wow, your roommie's something else."

The fact that your roommate was having sex didn't bother you. You were totally fine with the guy being sexually active. What bothered you was how vocal each girl he brought back to your shared paper thin walled apartment were.

It had only just really started this month. He had started bringing back a new girl every few days. It was fine at first, you could deal with a few groans here and there, but after awhile you didn't just hear slight sighs and moans. You could hear the bed rocking against the wall, high pitched yelling sighs and just everything in between. Just when you'd think they were done, it would start all over again.

You were just a little curious as to what was going on in the room beside you. Partially wondering what in gods name Eren Yeager could have been doing to his poor guests to make them so vocal. Either way, those thoughts were more so clouded by anger, as each night you loss sleep to the sound of their ruckus, and it was really starting to get on your nerves.

"I don't know what to do anymore." You huffed while pushing yourself up from the textbook before you.

"You just need to bring your own boy home, and be noisier than ever." Sasha waved her arms, her eyes shining at her brilliant idea. "Give Mr. Hormonal a run for his money."

"Yeah, sure." You sighed, your hands holding your head up to stop it from bobbing back on the table from exhaustion. "Like I could find a last minute hookup?"

"Well we could quickly find you a hookup on Tinder?" Sasha reached for your cellphone, but once she saw the look on your face she pulled herself back.

"No." You said flatly, your Tinder days were long behind you and you'd rather not have to swipe through a bunch of horny creeps again.

"Alright, Tinder is a no, how about..." Sasha stopped herself as she looked up at Jean, who you both had forgotten was also sitting ay the table with you two.

You both had totally blanked on him being there this whole time. He was yours and Sasha's close friend who had tagged along on your little study date. Which he probably totally regretted coming to, you assumed.

"Jean!" Sasha squeaked.

Jean looked up from his book he had been trying to keep his eyes glued to in an effort to divert himself from the discussion at hand.

"Yes!" She threw her hands up in the air in triumph. "It'd be perfect, you guys are already close friends, you've slept in the same bed before, you guys are totally comfortable with each other, what can a bit of casual sex do?"

Jean's adam's apple bobbed, as you contemplatingly bit your lip. You and Jean had done the whole casual sex thing when you had first met in freshman year, but ended things as to not mess up your friendship. No matter how great of an attraction was between the two of you, deep down you knew neither of you were ready to actually be in a relationship, making the mature decision to quit while things were ahead was the best step to take in ensuring not to create a rift in their friend circle.

"I don't know about that." Jean said rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, a blush dusty rose blush began to appear on his cheeks as he looked off in the distance.

"Oh come on, Y/N do you really want to continue loosing sleep? And Jean are you really going to prevent Y/N from showing up Mr. Hormonal?" Sasha stood up taking on a fierce stance, but then slid herself back down as she realized the surrounding people of the café were staring at her, she took a long sip of her coffee keeping her eyes on the two of you.

"I'm with Jean, I'm not sure that's a good idea." Sasha's eyes narrowed on you.

"Anyways, I'm actually out of condoms at the moment." Jean interjected before Sasha could say anything.

Sasha wiggled her eyebrows as she pulled out a handful of condoms from her purse. "Already got you covered."

You and Jean stared at the pile of condoms now sitting in the center of the table.

"How do you have that many condoms in your purse?" You questioned, but Sasha only answered with a smirk. "That's besides the point...umm... I'm on my period, so I can't."

"Liar." Sasha whisper yelled this time pointing her finger into your face. "Yesterday, I asked you for a tampon and you said you didn't have one on you because you finished yours a week ago."

You grumbled to yourself, there was no way the two of you could get out of this now that Sasha was dead set on setting the two of you up.

Sasha downed the rest of her drink and leaned back in her chair, "now pick out your condoms."

You both glared at her as you each grabbed a few condoms and stuffed them into your pockets. While Sasha basked in her triumph as she began to shovel down a slice of banana bread that she also had conveniently hidden in her purse.