"𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘮?"
❛... A certain time we dwell upon as our bodies swirl as one, hearts bind and sever our purity of the outside world. our bodies misty, the air rough and blissfully clammy, yet neither of us...
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summary: the reader has left arminʼs home a while back, and is now with eren and mikasa at her own home, too scared to admit the sultry feelings and acts she has felt/ done with another man. but what happens when they get suspicious of who this man is?
"So, Y/n, what have you been up to lately?" Erenʼs quick to ask you, his viridian eyes soft yet peaking with subtle curiosity as his legs swarm your grey couch with subtle ease.
"The usual, work." Your narrow eyes meet with Erenʼs as he runs his fingers against his broad thighs, his expression partially grimacing at your straightforward response. His clouded mind wondered if the workplace was the only zesty thing you gifted your precious attention to nowadays.
"No wonder she blew up on my plans at 10 pm, but I understand now," Mikasaʼs tone is soft, understanding, but lingering with a subtle void as she spoke of words as if she was being run on autopilot. Knowing she wasnʼt going to remember the words she said in a few minutes, as she didnʼt care enough.
"I was tired, work drained me," You chuckle, your lips forming a weak smile that didnʼt quite get drawn to your eyes.
"Take the day off, you seem tired, Y/n. Youʼre barely even able to move properly." Itʼs that moment.
That gruesome moment you hope and cross your fingers, singing prayers, that Eren doesnʼt clasp ahold of the other definitions of the words he had freely released into the paled atmosphere. The slick, illuminate smile, that adorns his handsome face, begins to dismally plummet, so, so, slowly as he seems to realise his words. Words he had far from analysed.
"You finally had sex, Y/n?" Erenʼs viridian eyes lighten up softly as sacred happiness was all he felt for you as you partially let yourself move freely, except from focusing mainly on work.
Work that sheltered away your bad omens, suffocating, yet moulding your mind into a forced coping mechanism. "I did, Eren. Enough about that, can we please watch the show we never finished on Netflix?"
