EREN YEAGER - ❝baby, tell me, what's your motive?❞
after a rough breakup, you find decided that you needed a change. moving into a brand dorm room, you didn't expect your roommate to be a gorgeous stubborn man who can't cook.
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when the two of you got home, it was hard to keep your hands off each other. whilst you were attending to your hair in the bathroom, eren's hands would brush down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze as he walked by.
he set up his speakers and out came the 'devil's advocate' by the neighbourhood whilst you drew thick winged eyeliner. finishing up the make up you wore with a tinted balm, you slid into a pair of thick, platform black sneakers.
you were clad in;
[1] a skin tight black dress, openings across the dress showing a bit of your stomach and cleavage. it had long sleeves and had holes to which you slipped your thumbs in. it was something straight out of euphoria, you commented to yourself whilst slipping it on.
[2] baggy ripped pale denim jeans secured by a black belt. you wore a cropped black shirt with a oversized windbreaker over the top. various silver jewelry complimented your fingers and ears.
[3] a black nirvana shirt tucked into a black skirt, black fishnets on your thighs and arms with a black jacket pulled over the top.
[4] once again, whatever the fuck you want babes :)
after spraying some perfume, you grabbed your bag and waited in the kitchen for eren. whilst grabbing a piece of gum, you felt strong muscles pull you into an embrace. your back was pressed against eren's chest and you flushed at the feeling of his... yeah.
"god," his voice rumbled in your ear as his chin rested against your shoulder, "you look so fucking good, s' not fair..."
you rested your head back against his chest, hand woven in his hair, "you're one to talk, yeager." you felt his lips curve against your skin, "what do you mean it's not fair?"
he let out a childish groan and moved away from you, "i don't want people seeing you. you look too good, they might get ideas."
you spun around to face him, a grin tugging on your face, "i'll only be looking at you."
that seemed to please him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "close your eyes," he told you as you obeyed. you felt him shuffle around before a weight was placed against your chest. "okay, open."
you glanced down. a golden key was looped around a black band and it rested prettily on your bust. you've seen eren wearing it often but you never questioned it.
"i can wear this?" he nodded at your words, his ears a little red as you smiled at him, "thank you, eren, i love it."
"good, let's go," he tugged you towards him and let out down to his car. you set up your playlist, the weeknd echoing loudly and not long you had arrived at the party, the dark lights made your grip on eren tighten. you didn't want to loose him. he guided you through the doors and outside, many people greeting eren as you walked. you forgot how he was around others, cold and montone.
