Ereri Oneshots

Part 4

Don't sleep with groupies, that was always Levi's rule, one that was never hard to follow. Until now.

Of course out of all the unattractive, but still very much appreciated, fans he had, it had to be this one, this babe who was the one he was meeting. Backstage, total privacy and all the time in the world.

And this kid didn't even realize he was being eaten alive by gunmetal eyes, instead he was gushing over how much he adored No Name's latest album, and that he was just their biggest fan!

"It's just such an honor! You've always been my favorite!" The brunet squealed, fuck Levi loved brunets. No, stop, bad.

"Right, thanks..."

"Eren!"

"Eren. You're a sweetheart, thanks for the support." Shit, he was flirting, he wasn't trying to flirt, fuck his natural charm.

The boy giggled, squirming cutely in his seat. "Thank you, Levi." He said coyly.

"Heh, gotta ask though, why you've got on something like that, in January." Levi inquired, and it was honestly valid! Not an excuse to sneak a less than discreet peek at his fan's revealing outfit.

No Name T-shirt that was cropped by hand, black shorts that were verging on indecent exposure charges and high heels that would have screamed hooker on anyone who wasn't this kid. Eren batted his eyes at him sweetly,

"Well, my mama always told me to dress to impress." The brunet purred, "So... Are you impressed yet?"

Yes.

No!

"What if I am?" Levi purred back, his brain screaming at him.

"Then maybe you should take a closer look." Shit, that pout was going to kill him.

But, he still had self control.

"I don't do fans." He said, almost sadly. Eren just laughed again,

"Who said you were going to do me?"

Well then, that changes everything.