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CW: Depictions of dubious consent.
The sounds of cheers filled the football field as you jumped to your feet. As you held Mikasa's hand you both let out a big squeal, hugging each other and filling the cool autumn air with sounds of celebration. Students all around you began to rush the field in excitement, and you felt Mikasa tug you along.
"C'mon! Let's go see the guys!" she called, leading you into the crowd. You ran behind Mikasa until her eyes make contact with Jean whose hair was sweaty and slicked back. She turned to you with a small smile, yelling over the crowd, "I'll see you in a bit, is that okay?"
You looked past her shoulder to see that Jean had already found her and was making his way over to where you were, brushing past the barrage of shoulder pads and students celebrating. You gave Mikasa a wink, turned her around to face him and yelled over the crowd, "Yeah, of course! I'll see you at the party?"
She nodded gratefully before running into Jean's arms. "Congratulations! You were amazing!" you heard her cheer as he hugged her.
It didn't take you much longer until you saw your best friend waving his long arms in the air, grabbing your attention. He called out your name and you watched as his eyes squint from the big smile beaming on his face. You returned his smile with the same stretch of your lips and ran toward him. "Eren!"
His dark brown hair was sweaty and stuck to the sides of his face. As you got closer to him, he pushed it back in one smooth motion. You swung your arms around his neck as he braced, catching you before you could topple to the ground. He let out a hearty laugh and swung you around in a tight squeeze.
Eren had been one of your best friends since elementary school. Your moms were a part of the same book club, which eventually turned into many playdates in Eren's basement. Birthday parties and broken legs, ballet recitals and breakdowns. You had been through everything together. Now that you were in your senior year, you had goals to move across the country to your first choice school, Marley University. In those dreams, you only could imagine that Eren was going to be by your side.
The smell of his sweat and warm breath against the autumn air made you shiver as you lingered in his arms for just a moment longer. The sounds of the crowd began to fade away as you stared into his eyes. "You smell, let me down," you joked. You ruffled up his hair before he let out a faux scoff. He placed you on the ground as a small smile crept back on his lips.
"You're coming to Jean's party, right?" he asked, pulling you away from the mob. You nodded excitedly and he guided you to the benches on the side of the field. He sat with a huff and said, "I can't wait wait to get out of this uniform." You watched as he tugged at the large shoulder pads that sat uncomfortably around his neck. At the same time, he stretched his tight pants away from his waist. You found your eyes landing on the large bulge that was becoming outlined in his white uniform.
'I wonder why they have to wear such tight pants,' you silently thought to yourself. Your staring continued until your thoughts were interrupted.
"Y/N? Hello?"
You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up. You pulled your eyes away from his lower body and back to his face.
"Oh, what? Sorry...I was just.." you muttered as you rubbed the back of your neck. Eren just responded with a laugh as he stood up.
"I was just asking if you wanted to stop by my place before we head to the party."
You felt your racing heart slow down as you nodded. Eren's home had always been a safe space, so the idea of seeing his mom made you happy. "Yeah, of course. My mom was just asking about that Tupperware you stole from us the last time you were over."
Eren playfully rolled his eyes before dragging you along. "Let's go, we don't want to be late."
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"Goodbye, Carla!" you called out, following Eren out the door.
She waved you off with a sweet smile, the same smile you saw in Eren. "Have fun sweetie!" she said, stepping into view. "Don't let him get into too much trouble tonight. Oh, and I'll leave a blanket out for you on the couch downstairs."
With a grateful smile, you closed the door and walked up the boulevard. You slipped into the passenger side of Eren's rusty pickup truck. No matter how many times you had sat in his vehicle, you always muttered a small prayer to yourself.
"Please whoever is listening, don't let us die in this piece of shit," you uttered, loud enough for him to hear with your eyes closed and your palms pressed together.
"Oh my god, it's not that bad. She has like 2 years, at least. That's what the guy at the shop told me," Eren scoffed. He sat next to you on the truck bench. There was an open space on the bench so he was able to reach over and punch your leg. You could smell the freshly washed hair and laundry detergent off him. He wore an old white t-shirt that was thinning from far too many cycles and a dark hoodie that was left unzipped in the front.
He placed the keys in the ignition and you heard the sounds of the engine finally sputtering to a start. "Fuck, finally!" he cursed. You resisted the urge to laugh. Eren reached to the side of his steering wheel and shifted gears to drive. As you buckled up, you began to consider bringing a helmet the next time you were in his car.
The ride was mostly silent, which you didn't mind since you needed a bit of silence before driving into a huge party. You snuck glances at him as the streetlights passed by your windows. The repetitive motion calmed you down. Every once in a while, Eren glanced back at you and you told him to keep his eyes on the road.
Eren's truck sputtered to a creaky stop just as he was able to find a parking spot that wasn't too far from Jean's door. Since there were many people parked on the road, you and Eren had to walk. You regretted what you wore which was a simple pair of leggings and a plaid button-down that you could tie around your waist. The brisk evening air bit at your skin and sent goosebumps down your arms as you shivered.
"Brr, I wish you had just dropped me off at the door," you complained, trying to squeeze into his arms.
Eren opened his zip-up hoodie and wrapped his arms around your body, cocooning you together. "I told you that you could've used one of my sweaters." You fumbled to sync up your walking, trying not to trip over each other. "Now we have to waddle like this to the house."
"I would've been too hot by the time we got there!" you protested, but not pulling away either. The smell of his cologne and shampoo filled your nose as Eren rested his chin on top of yours. The sound of bass-boosted music thumped from the inside and there were several people already laying in the front yard, looking at the stars.
"Eren! Y/N!" a voice called out from the grass. You saw Connie scrambling towards you, his eyes were bloodshot and half-lidded. "Finally, you're here...and...? What the hell are you two fucking under there?"
You felt your gut drop as your body seethed from embarrassment. You noticed that some of the other people outside turn to the commotion. You wiggled out of Eren's arms and give Connie a shove. "What the fuck?" you yelled at him.
Connie gripped his stomach as he toppled over, laughing louder than the music. "Huh...I dunno," he deadpanned. You watched as he wiped the tears from his eyes and rolled back to the other body that lay on the grass. You recognized her as Sasha, another friend of yours you had grown up with. She held a bag of munchies in her lap. "Yo, Sash, do you think you could fuck in a sweater?" Connie asked her.
Before you allowed yourself to hear the answer, you turned to Eren who has since zipped up his hoodie before walking inside.
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As soon you as entered behind Eren, you watched as he had been swept up with his teammates in loud celebration. Jean had a crooked party hat on his head, a beer in one hand, and a microphone in the other. "WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS...MY FRIENDS..." he cried into the mic. The chorus of men joined in. You watched as Eren took the shot that was handed to him, then screamed into the mic along with Jean.
You walked away from the sight, looking for Mikasa. The house wasn't very large for the number of people shoved inside it, but the living room had enough space for people to dance. As you snaked further into the house, you found Mikasa in the kitchen with some of the other girls, lining up cups for shots of vodka.
"Y/N! You're finally here!" she called out to you. "Where's Eren?" She was already drunk, her face flushed red and her stance sloppy. Without question, she handed you a cup of clear liquid.
You pointed over your shoulder to the singing and laughed, "In the arms of Jean, that's where he is." Mikasa laughed a little too loud and you throw your head back, taking the shot. The taste scorched the back of your throat and you grimace as it stung. You looked around the circle and saw a freckled brunette leaning against the counter who you knew to be Ymir. Resting between her legs was a short blonde with bright eyes named Historia.
"What are you drinking tonight?" Ymir asked. "I'll make you something."
"I'll just have a vodka cran," you replied and she doesn't hide her smirk.
"How basic."
She handed you a cup that is clearly double the alcohol. From the first sip, you coughed and had to resist the urge to spit it back up.
"Rumour has it," Ymir whispered to you, "Reiner is looking for you." You felt butterflies in your stomach at the idea. Reiner was also on the team so you were familiar with him. He was good-looking and polite enough from the times you had interacted with him. He had a quiet demeanour that you quite liked, but you never had the outward impression that he liked you. It always seemed like he had something to hide whenever you spoke to him.
It had been an hour so far and it didn't take you many drinks to feel the blurry lines of the alcohol. Your ears began to grow deaf to the loud music and you were swaying to the beat on the side with Mikasa. More people filled Jean's house and the air felt thick and hot. You took your plaid button-down off and tied it around your waist, revealing the simple white tank that you wore underneath.
As you swayed lightly with Mikasa, you subconsciously spent the time looking for Reiner, wondering if he was actually going to talk to you or if Ymir was messing around. There was a small part of you that got excited at the idea. Dating wasn't something you outwardly opposed, but it was something that you had little experience with.
You also took notice of Mikasa as she sent Jean continuous glances from a distance. "You know, he's looking at you," you stated, pushing Mikasa towards him.
She resisted your hands and hid her face in her own. "Y/N, no! It's embarrassing. You said that about Eren when you told me to confess to him and now I'm scared. I can't handle another rejection."
You pursed your lips apologetically and told her, "Okay, yes I'm sorry about that one. But I dunno, I have a good feeling about this one." You smiled at her, resting your hands on her shoulders.
Mikasa glanced past you, turning back around with raised eyebrows. Suddenly, two strong arms holding one shot glass in one hand and two in the other came into view.
"Mikasa, I think you should go for it," a deep voice encouraged. You turned to see Reiner giving a charming smile to you both, gesturing that you should each take a shot glass from his hand. "Here, some liquid courage for all of us." You held your shot and watched as Mikasa and Reiner swallowed, the smell of more vodka wafting up your nose. They both shivered and Mikasa gave you a wobbly smile before turning towards Jean, disappearing into the mass of people in the living room. "Vodka has a way to make people brave," Reiner says as he eyes your hand, the glass still full.
You already felt at the edge of what you could handle and you knew that taking another shot would send you over it. "Fuck it," you muttered. Closing your eyes you drink the poison and quickly swallowed it to make it sting less.
Reiner smiled and takes the glass away before placing a strong hand on your lower back "Good girl, let's go dance." He led you straight to the middle of the crowd and lifted your hands to wrap around his neck. His body was tall and thick, you could see his pecs pushing against the buttons of his shirt, wanting to be set free. You slid your hands away from his neck and placed a palm on each side of his chest. It felt as if your body was moving all on its own while your mind tried to protest.
Reiner watched you as his hands travel down your back, grazing the top of your leggings. You felt your nerves tingling, yearning for a touch that you were unfamiliar with. Reiner shifted and moved a knee between yours, spreading your legs. You felt your warmth against his thigh and you knew he felt it too by the way have moved his knee against you. Reiner leaned over to bury his head in your neck and you feel his hot breath against your ear. He let out a low growl that sends vibrations all over your body.
The sensation of one too many shots clouded your mind. Your hands had moved to his back and you were running your nails up and down his back. He slips his fingers under your waistband just above your ass.
"I want you, I've never noticed how beautiful you are," he groaned, not dancing anymore and just grinding his leg against you.
Your heart was racing, the pounding of your heart took over the beats of the music. You had never even kissed anyone and this man wanted to take more than you were ready to offer. You choked back a response as he removed his teasing hands from your waistband, leaving your body feeling cold. The warmth quickly returns as he caresses your clothed bottom, nearly lifting you off the ground. His hands ventured closer, sending a sensation that you've never felt. You had no other reaction other than to buckle under him.
Eren had told you what it was like to touch someone like that. Sometimes your conversations had too much information, but it just made you laugh. It made you embarrassed more than anything. Instinctually, you let out a guffaw, hiding your face in Reiner's chest, pounding on it with a fist.
Reiner looked down at you in confusion and kept his hands where they were. You let Eren slip into your mind for just one second and felt yourself pulling away. You frowned, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in Reiner's heavy arms.
"N-no..." you managed to croak out, realizing that Reiner began to look upset. A deep scowl rested on his face, his eyebrows creating distinct creases on his forehead. Even in the dark light, you were able to see that his pale skin was turning red as he pushed into you tighter. It seemed the more you struggled, the more he had his grip on you. You began to panic, as Reiner's hands travelled to where you didn't want them to go. "No! Stop!" you said louder, trying to bring attention to what was happening.
Just as you felt your body exhaust itself from the struggle, you felt a sudden release. You saw Reiner stumble back whilst holding his face first. Then, you heard the crowd gasp. Afterwards, you felt a thick hoodie draped over your shoulders. Next, you smelt the familiar cologne and shampoo. Finally, the taste of vomit was rising in your throat.
"Hurry, Y/N, let's get out of here."
You didn't even need to see who was dragging you away. The way his hand gripped yours, leading you out of the house, felt too familiar.
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