please me ; eren yeager x oc

chapter 3 ; party

The music pounded in the background, but it was nothing more than a blur to Emma. The alcohol in her system had her head buzzing, making everything around her feel both hazy and heightened at the same time. She stood near the edge of the crowded living room, gripping her half-empty drink like it was her lifeline, but the only thing she could truly focus on was Eren.

He was standing across the room, talking with Jean and Armin, but his eyes kept flicking back to her, and every time they did, her pulse quickened. His expression was unreadable—part smirk, part something darker. It had been like that all night, this game of back-and-forth, both of them teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

Emma couldn't ignore it anymore. The heat between them was like a live wire, sparking and simmering with every passing glance. The kiss earlier had only made things worse. A part of her wanted to chalk it up to being drunk, to the adrenaline from the performance, but deep down, she knew there was more to it than that. There was something about Eren that just got to her.

And tonight, with all the tension from their constant teasing, it was becoming impossible to ignore.

Emma took another long sip from her drink, trying to calm the restless energy coursing through her. She needed to chill out, to let the alcohol take over and drown out the part of her that was overthinking everything. But no matter how hard she tried, her eyes kept drifting back to Eren.

He was watching her now, his gaze heavy and intense from across the room. Emma's breath hitched. Her heart thumped in her chest, her skin prickling with anticipation. Fuck.

Without thinking, she pushed off the wall and made her way over to him, her steps slow and deliberate. Her drink was still in hand, the liquid sloshing slightly as she weaved her way through the crowd. When she reached him, she stopped just short of bumping into his chest, her eyes locking onto his.

"You've been staring at me all night," she said, her voice louder than intended, but her words were clear. The alcohol had loosened her up, made her bolder.

Eren raised an eyebrow, taking a lazy sip from his drink, his gaze never leaving hers. "So have you," he shot back, his voice low, almost taunting.

Emma bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the heat rise to her face. She hated how easily he got under her skin. "Maybe I just like watching idiots," she teased, her words laced with a playful edge, but even she knew it wasn't the whole truth.

Eren stepped closer, his chest brushing against hers now, and Emma had to tilt her head up slightly to meet his gaze. The smirk on his face sent a shiver down her spine. "You sure that's the reason?" His voice dropped lower, a hint of something more dangerous beneath his teasing tone.

The space between them seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with tension. Emma felt like she couldn't breathe, but in the best possible way. Every inch of her body buzzed with the possibility of what might happen next. She knew they were teetering on the edge of something, something reckless.

She looked up at him, her eyes flicking down to his lips before she quickly looked away. "You're an asshole," she muttered, but there was no bite to her words.

Eren chuckled, and she felt the vibration of it through his chest, their proximity sending her senses into overdrive. "Takes one to know one."

Before she could respond, his hand brushed against her hip, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through her. It was a light touch, barely there, but it was enough to make her pulse race. Her breath hitched as she glanced up at him, their faces now inches apart.

"You know what you're doing, don't you?" she asked, her voice quieter now, but the challenge in her eyes was still there.

Eren leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "What do you think?"