7 Minutes In Heaven (AOT MESSY LOVE)

5 *Smut warning*

                              Erens POV
I couldn't help my fingers from tapping on the table anxiously. Here I sat at the table I see Shiloh usually sit and I couldn't help but think it's creepy that I know that. Would Shiloh catch on that I watch her pretty often? I was glad no one could read minds, cause they'd see just how often Shiloh haunts it.

Of course I'm infatuated with her; half the campus is, too. It's a curse. The Shy Curse, our peers call it: the omen of wanting a particular individual but having zero chance with her.

I remember the first day I saw her-

Walking late into class, I was sure I'd make my statement; I was a king in high school, no doubt I'd be one here, too. It's just a matter of time before I have the girls falling at my feet and I'd take my pick on which ones I'd like.

As I stepped through the door, I did the usual sweep through glance, taking in my class. No one caught my eye; that's unfortunate.

The teacher grumbled something about me being late but I wasn't too worried about it; my dad was a powerful man with a lot of influence at this college; I couldn't get in trouble even if I wanted to.

I sat at a table in the far corner at the top, two girls taken 2/4's of it. They'd look at me then quickly type something on their phone. I may be egotistical and narcissistic but I'm almost positive they were talking about me. As my smirk grew, the door to the auditorium swung open. A frazzled girl burst through it uttering incoherent apologies. The teacher looked at her with warmth in here eyes; my gaze was also heated, but not platonically.

Her hair was dark and fell down her waist in soft, shiny waves. Her lips were full and glossy. Her skin looked smooth and ivory, it reminded me of cream; it made me think about licking it as if it was. Her chest was full but covered modestly, it didn't stop me from picturing what was underneath the flowy white shirt she wore. She didn't help my filthy thoughts as she ran up the stairs making her tits bounce.

My mind was a wild place.

"May I sit here?" Her sweet, velvet voice asked. I looked to my side, making sure she was talking to me. The girls to my left had looks of judgment but they didn't last long when the new girl spoke up again. "You girls are probably some of the most beautiful women I've seen on this campus. What shampoo do you use? You guys look like you came out of a hair commercial!" I looked from the new girl to my desk mates and their postures melted.

I heard them slightly gasp. "Omg! We actually just tried a new shampoo from Tiktok but I didn't think it was actually working!" And just like that, new girl quickly made enemies but skillfully turned them into friends. Her manipulation tactics almost knocked me out of my seat.

"I'm Eren." I spoke up, leaning in my chair. "You've probably heard of me." New girl giggled making my devilish smirk drop.

"It's the first day, I haven't heard about anyone." Her tone was sickly sweet but the look in her eye was challenging.

As class went on, my desk mate and new girl took notes. New girl sat in between. "I didn't get your name, new girl." I almost thought she didn't hear me being she took so long to respond but she eventually looked my way and offered a sarcastic smile.

"I never gave it."

"I gotta be honest, I didn't think you'd actually be here." Shiloh snapped me out of my memory, making jolt in surprise. "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." She looked as radiant as ever.

Her hair was pulled back into a bun but some curly tendrils still escaped and framed her heart shaped face. Her eyes were big and coated with sparkles that made her look like a fairy; in fact, her entire being reminded me of one. Shiloh always had this ethereal presence that made a person feel both giddy and safe. I think she knew that and used her looks to her advantage. I mean, why else would she be one of the top students at this campus? I'm sure she's smart, but in every class? "It's okay. Why wouldn't I be here?" I asked.

Her eyes stayed trained on our table while she answered "I didn't think you actually cared how I feel." I don't... well, I don't think I do. Do I? Lost in thought, she continued- "Why are we here, Eren?" Her voice sounded so sincere, she almost made me forget how sneaky she really is.

My eyes found hers, even they shone with sincerity. "You said this would make it up to yo-"

"Why does it matter if my feelings were hurt? I'm sure you've hurt plenty of people before." As she said it, I could see the regret splash her features. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that-" her head bowed as she continued- "Everyone does shitty things to people, most just move on, no apologies needed. What makes this case any different?" Good question, why was this any different?

My brows raised, I was dumbfounded. "I don't know." Was all I could say. Here I sat with the most beautiful girl at this college, me being the top dog, and yet I'm at a loss for words.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and took a drink of her coffee. "Hey, I was supposed to buy you a coffee." I said. She smiled and peered at me; her eyes were like two pools of mocha. Little flecks of pepper sprinkled her irises making them fit in perfectly with the atmosphere we were currently in.

"But you didn't." Something in the air shifted; what was once a sweet and innocent moment somehow was charged and changed to something feral.

Shilohs chest rose and fell slowly but she bit her bottom lip and that told me all I needed to know.

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As we crashed into my counter top, Shilohs purse flew across the floor; her shirt along with it. She wore a tantalizing ace bra that gave me a sneak preview of what lay underneath it.

As my lips captured her in a frenzy, Shy let out a slow and soft moan. My hand traveled down her body; I mentally memorized all the dips and curves of it. Who knew the last time I'd get to live out my college fantasy? One of my hands palmed her left cheek as the other slipped up her back and tangled with the clips of her bralette. In one quick motion, the thin, maroon material slid down her arms and fell to the floor. Her mounds were soft and supple, there was no way I could keep my hands off them. I had about 4 seconds of me exploring her breasts before my lips attached to her nipple.

"Eren!" She squealed. With a quick pull, my mouth detached from her chest and my eyes met hers.

Without words, I looked for a sign that she wanted me to continue; she bit her lip just as she did in the cafe and that was all the confirmation I needed.

I kissed my way down her abdomen, prepared to hastily undo her jeans and get to work but as I lowered myself onto my knees, something pained them underneath. I looked to the ground and noticed Shiloh's wallet had fallen out of her purse.

You see, something like this normally wouldn't stop me from devouring a woman, especially that woman being Shiloh Priscilla Agate, but something in her wallet caught my eye.

My hands fell from her waist and picked up the worn leather wallet, most of its contents splayed on my hard wood floors. There, in the front, pocket, a picture was tucked away.

"How do you know Mikasa?" I asked. I didn't have to look up at Shiloh to know how tense she was. The air that surrounded was charged; what used to be a moment of ferocious eroticism was now poisoned with quiet rage and silent anxiety. "I'm going to ask again: How do you know Mikasa, Shiloh?" This time, my eyes found hers. Viscous excuses pooled in her irises but all she could muster up was a bow of her head and a few tears built up along the rim of her eyes.

"I- she-"

"Shiloh!" A gasp fell from her lips, her eyes widened, making a drop of water fall down her cheek. "Tell me."

"We we're in love..."