A Beautiful Façade┃Reiner X Reader

Chapter 3: Addicted

Immediately, you're thrown with questions, utterly confused at his arrival. It's the first time you've talked to him since... that day.

He wears a white button down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms to show off his toned arms; it's a notable shirt he's worn frequently over the years. He pairs this with a black tie that rings around his neck neatly and of course, his red arm band. He's surprisingly dapper for it being so late at night, sporting black boots, a thick belt around his waist and some overly tight trousers. You can't help but notice how good his dick looks in those pants- shit- how good he looks overall. You fold at the sight of formal Reiner any day.

"Y/N," he says slowly, fidgeting with the tie for a second.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you ask, face turning red. "You're at the wrong door, right? Tell me you're here for Pieck."

"No, for you," he replies.

"Huh? What- why?"

"I have my reasons," he says, taking a step forward in an attempt to get past the doorway.

You realise now how quiet his voice is. He must not want to talk in the hall, where others can see. There's some devious plan in him brewing, you know that for sure now- and there is no chance you're going to let him inside until he explains it.

"Hold on," you say, stepping aside to block him from entering. "What are you doing here?"

"Just let me in, Y/N."

"No, I don't think I will," you frown. "I don't want a dickhead like you around my belongings. Who knows, you might cum on them and then refuse to sleep with them."

"You are so difficult," he groans, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Says the man who just showed up and my house at 11:00pm and refuses to explain why! Creepy behaviour, Reiner!"

"Fine," Reiner says, exhaling a deep sigh from his mouth. "I didn't want to do this in the hall but since you're impossible, I'll say it. Whatever we did before, I want to do it again."

You gulp. That was definitely not what you were expecting. You of course know this is some type of intricate scheme, it has to be, yet the idea of you finally getting a second chance is too sweet not to imagine.

"You're kidding," you say, pausing to give him the time to say so but he doesn't. "You've got to be kidding... hello! Where in the world is this coming from? You were the one going on and on about how excited you were for it to end."

"Yeah. That was a lie."

"But... no, that right there is lie. If you actually wanted me, we would've had sex, I know it. But we didn't! You chose not to! Because you couldn't stand actually sleeping with me! Explain that one, Reiner. How the hell am I supposed to believe you now? You refused to fuck me!"

"I know, I fucking know, you don't need to remind me!" his voice changes for a second, slipping into the anger you saw that day.

The two of you fall silent for a moment. His genuine anger stirs something in you, making you start to believe him just a bit more.

Reiner pulls out something square from a pocket on his trousers and raises it to you, holding it in between his middle and pointer fingers. Your heart skips a beat when you realise it's a condom.

"Okay, you got me. It was a mistake. God, it was a massive fucking mistake. It's all I've wanted since you left! You have no idea how badly I wish we'd just had sex then and there. I keep thinking about what it would've been like to fuck you senseless, see your eyes cross... I can't get it out of my head." He speaks as he tucks the condom wrapper back into his pocket. "All week I've just... I really, really, want you."