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The sun peeking through your blinds warms your lids, interrupting the blissful sleep the mary-jane from the previous night was giving you. Stirring against the sheets, you turn away from your window with a groan and sleepily reach out for your phone. Of course to your luck, and probably more to do with the fact that you refused to open your eyes just yet, your phone hit the ground with a thud. With a groan, you push up on the bed, shimming yourself closer to the edge as your lids pry themselves open. 

Peering over your bed, you spot your phone, reaching down off the edge to grab it from the floor. Once you have successfully held onto it long enough for it to not slip through your sleep-ridden fingers, you roll onto your back and tap the screen. To much disappointment, you had no missed messages from Armin, but you weren’t exactly shocked seeing as you forgot to text him when you got home. Your fingers linger over his contact, a war going on in your head over if you should text him and just await his reply, or should you call him and test your luck with him answering while he’s at work. 

Not wanting to get your feelings hurt if he didn’t answer your call, you opt in to text him instead. The plan was to send a simple little text and immediately hop into the shower to avoid staring at your phone waiting around for a reply. 

you: good morning! sorry for not texting you last night i kind of crashed when i got home haha

Armin replied instantly, not giving you any time to throw your phone aside. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t bring the stupidest smile to your lips.

armin: no worries, i had eren text me if you were home or not :) 

armin: glad you made it back safely and good morning :)

you: you got eren spying on me now?? thats suspicious

armin: no, i’m not like that…i just knew he was there and he would’ve been up since you weren’t home yet

you: just admit you’re obsessed with me arlert

armin: haha maybe one day, i can’t let you know all my secrets just yet 

armin: before i forget, do you want me to take you to work today?

Yesterday flooded your mind like a wave, the memories of what happened in his car right before you went into work bringing a warmth to your cheeks. The following messages from him interrupt the blissful thoughts of any hope of recreating it, replacing the flush of your cheeks with a simmering feeling in the pit of your stomach. You’re just friends, nothing more, nothing less. To avoid getting your feelings hurt, avoiding Armin for the rest of the week sounded like the best option for you at the moment.

you: no thanks, i’m going to take the bus today but i appreciate it :)

armin: may i ask why you denied the ride? is it because of what happened yesterday?

you: not at all! I just need to go in early and talk w my boss about some things 

armin: okay :) text me later if you’re not busy?

you: sir yes sir :)

You hated lying to Armin, for one you were never good at it and if you had said that to his face, he’d see right through you. It also left an unsettling taste on your tongue to lie to him, but it was better to lie and pretend everything was fine than to slip up and confess the years of emotions you’ve been keeping from him.

Some things were better left unsaid and Armin was too good of a person to feel responsible for what would happen to the two of you if he ever found out about your true thoughts about him. With a heavy sigh, you toss the blankets aside and lazily climb out of the comfort of your mattress, going to the bathroom to take a well needed shower. 

After your shower, you spent the last few hours lounging around on your bed and watched Connie blow up the group chat that he was a part of with you, Jean and Sasha. He was going on and on about the betrayal he felt from the three of you smoking without him and even took it as far as getting Taco Bell, his ‘favorite food’, as the final nail in the coffin. Sasha was defending herself until she started describing how each bite tasted and you and Jean remained quiet as the meltdown continued. 

By the time Connie stopped sending random crying memes in the chat, you had to leave for work before you missed your bus. Both Eren and Mikasa were either still sleeping or gone when you had left for work, so you slipped out of your apartment and walked down to the bus stop to await your bus. 

The bus ride wasn’t long, partially due to the book you brought along with you, to which you’re grateful for. Once you got to your stop, you walked a few blocks until you got to Levi’s, pushing past the doors with your book in hand. Erwin wasn’t in the front, meaning he must’ve been in his office going over the rotation for sections tonight. Connie comes walking in behind you, his voice giving himself away before you actually get a chance to see him.

“Well well well, if it isn’t one of the three traitors. You’ve got some balls showing your face here so bravely.”

You continued to walk throughout the back, a scoff leaving your lips as you slipped through the side station and into the well. “If I’ve got balls then, I bet they’re bigger than yours.”

Connie gasps, tugging the beanie he was wearing off his head and throws it at you, rolling his eyes when it flies above your shoulder and hits the floor. “Fucking loser, can’t even let me hit you with my cap or let me smoke with you guys.”

You’re already bending down to put your bag away, placing your book on top of it as you glance up at Connie who was pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. “Look, it was a last minute thing and I promise we’ll smoke together soon. I’m sorry we hurt your feelings con.”

Connie meets your apologetic eyes as you rise back to your feet, letting out a dramatic huff as he drops his arms. “Fine, I’ll accept your apology, but only if I can tell Jean that I’m the favorite.” There was a smirk on his lips as you rolled your eyes, looking over his shoulder to see Porco rounding the corner with his hair slicked back in a different style. The new look immediately caught your eyes, straightening out your posture a little as he approached the two of you. 

Porco was good looking, he knew that, you knew that, even Erwin knew that. It was no secret that Porco could be with many of the girls that come in and flirt with him as he takes their orders or simply checks up on their tables, but since he’s started working at Levi’s, he’s been single. Come to think of it, he’s been single since he introduced you to your ex Reiner. 

“You can tell Jean you’re my favorite, but don’t get your feelings hurt when he laughs in your face.” Connie walks away triumphantly once he hears Jean’s voice enter the building, walking past Porco who was walking directly toward you. You’re about to walk away from the bar as he approaches, not wanting to get into it with him since the two of you avoided each other for the rest of yesterday’s night. 

Just as you’re passing him, you feel a hand grip around your forearm, halting you in your tracks. Porco gently tugged your arm, getting your attention as you twist your torso to face him. “Hey, um, do you have a minute?”

Porco was staring down at you, his eyes pleading with you to give into him just this once. It was an unfamiliar look, something you’d never think you’d see on Porco. It felt so real, raw almost. Biting your inner cheek, you give him a silent nod to which he visibly relaxes and leads you around the bar to an unused supply closet where not many people usually enter. 

You’re about to question him as to why he brought you here instead of going somewhere else, but your thoughts are cut short when he practically shoves you inside and follows behind as he shuts the two of you in. 

“The hell? Why are we here? You don’t plan to do anything weird, do you?”

A soft smile spreads across his lips as he walks towards you, his height towering over your fame causing you to take a few steps back till your back hits the wall. “I wanted to apologize for being a dick last night, I was out of line and I didn’t mean to piss you off.”

You scoff in return, crossing your arms over your chest as you avoid his piercing gaze, looking off to the side to try and not focus on how close he was to you. “Yeah, well, with an ego that big, I am surprised you even thought to apologize.” Porco gently brought one hand up, tugging on your arm to undo them from your chest. “But, I appreciate you apologizing anyway.” You let him untangle your arms, trying your best not to focus on how warm his hand felt on your skin. Your eyes not-so-subtly flickered over to where his skin touched yours, watching as he trailed his long and slender fingers down the side of your arm.

“I couldn’t sleep last night, thinking of what you thought of me, thinking that maybe I finally fucked up my chances before I actually got to tell you about how I feel.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat while your eyes continue to follow his movements, staring intently as he brushes his fingertips against the palm of your hand. “I thought that when you and Reiner finally called it quits, I’d be man enough to make my move. Sounds fucked up, like I’m breaking bro code or something, but he knew I wanted you before he got to you.”

Heat flooded your cheeks and bloomed across your whole face as you shakily let out a breath, the sensuality of his touch making the air in the room feel dense in your lungs. “You’ve always been so out of touch and it fucking sucked, it sucked watching him parade you around, watching him complain after you two ended things. It was finally looking like I might’ve had a shot, like this was my move, until he showed up.”

Porco brought up his free hand to your chin, raising your head till your eyes finally locked onto his. His lips curled into a grin as his thumb caressed the skin along your jaw. “I hated seeing how happy you were when he was at your table, even more than I did when I saw him with you at the store that night. I hated that he still occupied your pretty thoughts in that pretty head of yours.”

He was leaning in, fingers intertwined with yours as his other hand cups the side of your jaw. “If you don’t want this, tell me before I make a fool of myself.”

Your breaths were uneven and your mind was foggy, watching as his eyes trailed over every inch of your face till they inevitably got to your lips. You blame the lack of oxygen flowing to your brain, but you swore you saw his pupils dilate once they locked onto your lips. This felt like a dangerous situation to be in, being this close to smashing lips with your coworker— friend , at that. But it also felt thrilling, as if this line you were walking on was a game and you were scared, but determined to find out what prize awaits in the end. 

“And if I want you to kiss me? Are you going to actually do it this time or wait for someone to beat you to it.”

Porco didn’t hesitate, closing in the distance between the two of you as his lips crashed onto yours. They were soft, molding to your mouth as the two of you kissed each other slowly, as if you’d never get the opportunity to do it again. His fingers squeezed yours, freeing the butterflies you were keeping caged that were nestled in between your ribs. The action caused your lips to part, to which Porco didn’t waste any time to take advantage of. His tongue darted out, swiping along your bottom lip as if he was asking for permission for more room to explore your mouth—to explore you.

You gave in, opening your mouth wider, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips. Shamelessly, you moaned out in response as his tongue battled yours, receiving a groan from him as your bodies pressed against one another. You hadn’t been touched, let alone kissed, like this in so long that you didn’t know how to react. Your brain was screaming for you to come up for air and to inevitability put an end to your impromptu make-out session with Porco because you're at work of all places. But the warmth that was blooming in your lower stomach and ultimately sinking further down between your thighs was begging for more, for anything more. 

Porco must’ve felt something similar, moving his hand from your jaw down to your chest, grabbing a handful of your breast. You detach your lips from his, tilting your head to the side which allows him the perfect angle to latch his mouth to your neck. A soft moan escapes your lips once more, the slick between your legs starting to make you feel hot all over and there wasn’t enough airflow in the closet to continue what the two of you were doing. Just as you’re about to try and reason with him to continue this maybe after work, the door of the closet is pulled wide open and a shriek of horror separates the two of you. 

Scrambling, you try your best to separate yourself from Porco, untangling your fingers from his and pressing both of your hands to his chest. Porco laughs against your skin, detaching his lips from your neck as he takes small movements to create distance between the two of you.

“ Fuck —my bad, continue on, didn’t mean to interrupt!” Pieck, who was the unexpected guest in your last minute make-out session with Porco, left as soon as she came, not wanting to disrupt what might’ve been going on. 

“Fucking Pieck, she’s a damn cockblock for someone so small.” He mumbled underneath his breath as his hands fell to your hips, holding onto you as your head turned away from his. Clearing your throat, you tried to compose yourself as you straightened out the front of your shirt.

“I, um, think we should get out there before anyone else comes back here.”

Porco removes one hand from your waist, directing your head to meet his piercing gaze. “You sure you don’t want to continue this on the bar? I doubt anyone would complain about the show.” Porco was grinning from ear to ear, the type of grin where you could see how delicious he looked when he smiled showing off his teeth. You hit his chest firmly enough that it got a laugh from him, pressing your fist against the firmness of his body as you attempted to walk around him. 

“You know, something tells me that I don’t think Erwin would appreciate that. I’ll head out first and talk to Pieck, you should probably wait a minute or two before you come out after me.”

Porco follows your movements, turning as you pass him with his eyes locked onto yours. “And what are you going to do if I walked out with you right now, what are you going to do about it?”

There was a soft smile on your lips as you continued holding his gaze, slowly backing up to the door, the handle grazing your fingertips. “If you want a chance at this again, don’t test me right now Porco.”

Porco, not porky, not pork, but his full first name. It felt strange, leaving a taste on your tongue you were unfamiliar with, but it wasn’t unpleasant—no, it was strangely nice. Since the two of you had met, rarely did you use his actual name due to the fieriness of your friendship, but this wasn’t just a friendship anymore—this was something different, something new. Porco must’ve seen the realization in your eyes as you grab the knob, twisting it before he could comment on the shift going on in your head. 

Leaving the closet, the first person you see is Jean who is just around the corner talking it up with Pieck. Thankfully for you, she is on the opposite side of the bar and when she catches a glimpse of you, she drags Jean away from the bar. Silently, you make a mental reminder to thank her later in the night as you turn around the back of the bar with the intention to act as nonchalantly as possible. 

You’re lingering around where your bag is stuffed underneath the counter, waiting for Porco to come out when Sasha comes up to you and makes conversation with you about Connie bitching. Porco then rounds the corner, silently walking between the two of you, but you don’t miss the way his eyes travel up and down your frame as he did so. The action caused the tips of your ears to burn as you’re shifting against the wall, your focus shifting from Sasha’s voice to the broadness of his shoulders as he walked off. 

Sasha watched your head turn, following your point of focus before gasping and ultimately slapping your arm. Wincing, your hand flies up to soothe the spot where she had hit. “What the hell, what did I do to you?”

“You just eye fucked him, stupid , don’t tell me you’re finally fucking that man!” She was doing her best as she whisper-yelled, staring at you in complete shock. “I did not eye fuck him , I simply glanced his way, you’re delusional sash.”

She doesn’t buy it for a second, grinning at you as you scoff, leaning off the wall and walking over to where everyone was gathering for pre-shift. The rest of the night goes how every middle of the week night goes, business was steady enough for every section to stay open and luckily for you, you were working between Connie’s section and the bar where Marco and Jean were, keeping you entertained throughout the night.

Porco kept sneaking glances your way throughout the night, a slight smirk on his lips each time your face turned a soft shade of pink when your eyes met his. Pieck, who was watching your interactions with Porco like it was her favorite show, kept her silence on what she walked in on, but her grin said it all. Sasha was no better, trying to pry information from you any chance she got and unfortunately for her, you weren’t giving in. 

The restaurant is closing and most of the servers are almost gone, Porco included, leaving you and Sasha being the last two to close out for the night. She offered to drive you home, wanting to pry information out of you, but you denied her offer and told her you’d call her when you got home. Once you had finished up, you bid everyone who was left a goodnight and called a cab home. On the drive, you had been casually texting Armin, asking about how Eren has been and filling him in on the brief times you’ve seen Mikasa. You’re in the middle of replying to Armin when a notification from Porco appears at the top of your screen. A smile spreads across your lips as you finish your message to Armin before clicking on Porco’s text.

porky galliard: hey ;)

you: wink? If this is how you get bitches, try again

porky galliard: you didn’t seem to mind me earlier when you were kissing me

you: don’t live in the past you’ll get wrinkles :) 

porky galliard: you’ve got such a smart mouth

porky galliard: it’d be a shame if you put it to good use

you: never thought of doing that? any ideas porky :)

porky galliard: go on a date with me

Oh. He wasn’t joking when he said he wanted you earlier, as in he is seriously interested in you. The thought terrified you, but it oddly excited you at the same time. You hadn’t been on a date in so long, you weren’t exactly sure what to say. Do you say yes? Even if you did, what do you wear? Getting too ahead of yourself, your mind ponders on the thought. You did enjoy whatever happened in the closet, maybe a little too much for it to be considered inappropriate for work, but you’d definitely do it again. Deciding to take the leap of faith, you reply to his message with a few found excitement coursing throughout your body. 

you: when?

porky galliard: sunday night? If you’re not busy ;)

you: hmm i’ll consider it 

porky galliard: be safe getting home pretty girl ;)

Pretty girl, the borderline cringe, but slightly romantic nickname had you smiling from the time you left the cab in front of your apartment till you got inside your apartment. That night, you’d continued texting Armin till he no longer replied, going to sleep yourself after a shower and some late night snacks. When your head hit your pillow that night, your cheeks were hurting from how hard you’d been smiling and for once, you didn’t feel the heaviness of your one sided feelings for Armin, instead you felt the tenderness of Porco’s lips against yours.

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Days pass and your off days roll back around. Porco had been sneakily touching you at work throughout the weekend and not so subtly staring at you, raising suspicion in everyone who witnessed the tension thicken between the two of you. There were even a few times when he tried to sneak you off to the supply closet before shift started to get another taste of your lips, his words, not yours. Each time he tried, you denied him the pleasure of doing so in order to not get caught by anyone other than Pieck who, to her defense, has been keeping her lips sealed about her findings that day.

In this time, you also filled both Mikasa and Sasha in on what exactly happened in the closet and about the date he asked you out on. Sasha agreed to bring over some dresses of hers since she and you were closer to each other’s size than Mikasa was. Mikasa offered to be emotional support during the outfit selection, skipping the gym for the day.

Sunday crept up on you, a lot faster than you think you were prepared for. Your day started as it usually did, rolling out of bed with a bit more excitement than usual as you go into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee despite it being nearly noon. Mikasa must’ve caught the smell of coffee from her room, slowly shuffling down the hall with her hair messily sticking in different directions. She groans as she rounds into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes with her hands as you yawn while turning towards her.

“Good morning, beautiful, tough shift last night?”

She hums, sleepily plopping down at the table before she crosses her arms in front of her and laid her head down on them. You’re grabbing both of your favorite mugs from the cabinet, hers being an all black mug that had different sex positions on it in coordinating colors of blue and pink to represent male and female roles in each position. It was a gift Eren had gotten her for christmas one year for dirty santa and she’s never used another mug since. Yours was a baby blue with three dimensional clouds on the outside, a gift from Armin one year for your birthday before his relationship with Annie got rocky.

“I’ll take it black today, I’m training for a marathon soon and want to watch what I intake.”

You don’t reply, setting both mugs onto the counter as you grab the sugar cubes in the cookie jar the two of you have on the counter and plop them into your mug. The pot was almost full when you put a dash of cream over the two cubes you had at the bottom of your mug, putting it away before filling both cups with the piping hot coffee to the brim.

“As long as you’re eating enough to keep you energized, mika.”

She raises her head, looking up at you as you stir your coffee with a small spoon you pulled from a drawer. A soft smile spreads onto her lips, shifting in her chair as she straightens her posture. “This is nice.”

You’re walking over to her with both mugs in hand, trying to be careful with your movements to prevent the scalding liquid from spilling onto your hands. “What is?”

“Seeing you happy, it’s been a while since you and Reiner split and I’m happy you’re putting yourself out there.”

Warmth spreads across your cheeks as you sit beside her, care to set both mugs down without spilling the continents inside either. Maybe you haven't realized it from her perspective, or at all to be quite frank. Tonight will be the first date you’ve been on in over a year and the thought of it being with Porco excites you. Part of you can’t deny, your heart still has room for another blonde boy in your life, but you remind yourself that he simply is a friend and no amount of wishful thinking and silently hoping that he’d ever feel an ounce about you how you feel about him will stop you from wanting more—even if that means wanting it with someone else. The two of you sit silently at the table, sipping your coffees in the blissful peace before Sasha arrives. Unlike Sasha, who is loud and energetic and has a certain spunk to her, Mikasa is more reserved and quiet and calm.

The two of you enjoy each other’s silence when you both have time alone together and more often than not, you’d either join her at the gym where she pushes you to work harder while you remind her to take breaks, or she’d lounge with you on the couch as she sketch in her notebook while you read whatever book you had closest to you in the moment. 

The two of you had finished your coffee long before Sasha knocked on your apartment door, setting the book you had down onto the coffee table across from where you had been reading beside Mikasa who was scrolling online. Pulling the door open, you had already had a smile on your face when your eyes spotted Sasha holding a brown bag that was slightly oily on the bottom. Your smile lasted only a second before you noticed Armin standing just behind her alongside Eren who was holding what you assumed were the clothes from Sasha’s apartment. 

“Look who I found on my way up! And Niccolo made us tacos so it makes it a win win!”

Awkwardly, you step aside, pulling the door with you as the three step into the apartment. Mikasa, who has now abandoned her phone, craned her neck with a mirroring confused expression to yours. “I didn’t know you guys were coming over today?”

“Armin thought it’d be good for us all to chill since this is our only day off where we all can see each other.” Eren, who was already moving around furniture to settle on the couch beside Mikasa, placed the clothes onto the arm of the couch before leaning over and giving his girlfriend a swift peck on her lips.

“I hope that’s alright with you.” Armin was standing beside you once you had closed the door, eyes searching yours as he smiled sheepishly. You nodded in return, embarrassment flooding your face as you awkwardly covered your chest with your arms in order to not draw attention to the lack of a bra you were wearing.

“Of course, the more the merrier.”

“Let’s eat some fucking tacos and get you ready for your hot date tonight.”

Sasha, who without surprise, was in the kitchen looking for the plastic plates you and Mikasa had stashed around the cabinets. Neither of you liked doing dishes and since your dishwasher was shit, you both decided plastic—sometimes paper as well—plates were the way to go. You shuffle into the kitchen, avoiding the two male gazes that followed your fame with confusion on their faces. 

“A date? Holy shit, who bagged your crazy ass?” Eren, who was seemingly more interested now, sits forward in his spot as he looks around the island as you turn your back to him.

“Oh, you know, the hot and single blonde at work. The one who is friends with Pieck.” Sasha, who was seemingly talking up Porco as if she was the one going out with him, smirked over her shoulder to the emerald eyed brunette.

“Parker? The guy from the convenience store?” Armin, who was still confused, settled to sit at the table as you avoided his gaze.

“It’s Porco , but yeah, him.” You corrected him as Sasha portioned the tacos equally, or as equally as she could onto several plates for everyone. You grabbed two plates, walking over to sit beside Armin whose eyes followed your every move. You couldn’t look directly at him, your heart wouldn’t let you because you know if you did, you’d fold.

“I didn’t know you were that interested in him. From what I saw, it seemed one sided.” His tone was soft, but his voice sounded almost fringed. Like he was holding back, as if he was carefully choosing his words to mask something. You brushed it off, sliding a plate in front of him with a shrug. “Things change, he asked me out and I agreed.”

“Don’t forget how he tongued you down behind the bar.”

“Sasha.” Mikasa, who was now laying her head on Eren’s lap, looked up at the auburn haired girl who brought over their plates for the two on the couch. Sasha, who was obvious to reading the fucking room, looked around innocently as she handed them their plates. Eren only snickered at her words, eyes shifting over to the redness of your face as you tried to ignore her airing out the details of your kiss with Porco.

“What? I didn’t know it was a secret?”

Armin, who you could’ve sworn tensed in his seat, seemingly remained quiet as he ate the tacos in front of him. 

“It wasn’t a secret, but not every aspect of my love life needs to be shouted on the rooftops, Sash.”

Sasha sighed, pouting as she sat across from you with her taco plate in hand. “My bad babe, but on the bright side, at least you’ll look hot tonight! I brought over some clothes that could be successful for easy access—if you catch my drift.”

“Where is the lucky man taking you tonight?” Armin, who ignored Sasha’s comment, shifted his gaze onto you who looked like you could honestly crawl into a hole and stay there for the remainder of your time on earth. 

“I don’t know actually, he just told me to dress formally and because I don’t have a lot of nice dresses, big mouth over here offered to bring me some options.”

Armin hums, nodding his head as he stares at you. His gaze felt intense, like he was hoping you’d read his mind so that he wouldn’t have to say whatever he was thinking. You stared back, a soft smile forming in the corner of your lips as your eyes zoned in on his. The other three occupants in the room watched the two of you, silently aware of the brewing tension between you two. 

“Well, I think anything you wear is beautiful, so don’t stress over a perfect outfit.” Armin’s hand came from underneath the table, resting on top of the hand you had laying against it. Your smile only spreads, feeling your heart start to race in your chest. Just like that, he’s tugging at the tethered ends of your heart that had his name written all over them.

“Besides, any man should consider themselves lucky enough to have an evening alone with you, you’re an amazing woman, y/n.” Your fingers tangled with his, giving them a gentle squeeze as his smile mirrors your own.

“Um, are we interrupting some— ouch .” Eren winces as he gets elbowed by Mikasa, who was now sitting upright while eating her final taco.

“Are you, um, going to eat that?” Breaking eye contact with Armin, you look across at Sasha whose lips are parted as she stares intensely down at your plate, staring more specifically at the abandoned tacos you had left. With your free hand, you push your plate towards her as she happily takes them between her hands. 

“So, since you’re not free tonight, do you think you’d like to go do something with me tomorrow night?” Armin, who was still staring at you, still holding your hand, waited for your response.

“I thought you were going to stream with me tomorrow?” A now pouty Eren interjects, rubbing his fingers together to dust off the crumbs of the shell onto his plate. Armin turns to him with a sympathetic smile, shrugging his shoulders as he does so.

“No offense Eren, but we live together and you stream pretty much every night that you’re not here. Plus I haven’t hung out with y/n in a while.”

“A week is not a while.” Eren spits back, clearly upset that Armin is trying to make plans with you. Sasha intervenes, twisting her torso in the seat to face him. “Niccolo could come over and stream with you, or you could invite Connie or Jean.”

Mikasa, who looks over at Eren, nods in agreement. “That’s not a bad idea, you could get to see some friends you haven’t seen in a while.” Eren huffs, talking over the plans with Mikasa and Sasha when you squeeze Armin’s hand. Immediately, he turns his attention to you with a gentle smile.

“What did you have in mind? I know you’re working tomorrow, so be considerate of yourself if you plan something for us to do.”

Your confirmation was enough to widen his smile, a soft shade of pink filling in his cheeks. “Leave it to me, I already have somewhere planned.”

The rest of the time you had before you had to start getting ready was just everyone catching up. It helped that pretty much everyone you worked with, you also went to college with, but work was usually busy and that didn’t leave much room for you all to actually talk as freely as you are now. You checked the time on the stove as you’re throwing away bags of snacks Sasha and the rest tore through, trying to save your appetite for your dinner in the following hours. Sasha had already placed the outfits she brought over for you on your bed, laying them out so that you’d know what went with what.

There was a floor length dress that had a square cut neckline, but with your slight height difference with Sasha, it cut a tad lower on your cleavage than it did hers. The dress was sleek and simple, a singular slit on the side to spark just the right thoughts lingering in one’s mind if you looked long enough. Beside the dress was an off the shoulders top paired with an just above knee length skirt, small slits coming up on the sides. The final option was a spaghetti strapped dress that cut just above the knees, but was completely backless. Out of all the options, you chose to try on the off the shoulder shirt with the corresponding skirt.

Everyone gathered around the living room as you changed into the choices, waiting for you to walk out in each one. “Okay, I think this one is cute, but I don’t think it’s formal appropriate.”

You walked out from your room, down the hall till you rounded the corner to show off the completed fit. Mikasa slightly scrunched her face, looking intently as you straightened out the fabric of the sleeves on your arms.

“I think you look hot, but your ass is too big for the skirt.” Sasha, who was a size smaller than you in the waste, leaned forward as she sat in the loveseat with her elbows placed on her thighs. Armin, who was sitting beside Mikasa, was quiet as he stared at you intently. You felt as if he were undressing you with his eyes, the simple action making the room suddenly feel a lot warmer than it previously felt.

“Maybe not this one, I agree that it looks nice, but it doesn’t feel very formal. Maybe casual?” Agreeing with Eren, you scurry off back to your room, trying on the backless dress. Thankfully for you, the zipper doesn’t go up far so you didn’t need help putting it on. Walking out back to where everyone sat expectantly, you felt extremely confident in this dress.

The moment you stepped around the corner, Armin’s face hardened.

“No.” His voice was firm, not a hint of hesitation lingered in his tone. You were stunned, staring at him with a bit of shock and a small pang of hurt as your hands nervously rubbed at the fabric around your hips.

“Don’t listen to him, do a little spin for me.” Mikasa spoke up, eyes a little wide in surprise of how tight the dress was on your frame.

“Armin? The hell was that?” Sasha gently patted his shoulder, but you could tell she was confused at his disagreement of the dress choice. Without taking his eyes off you, especially when you turned to show the back of the dress, he answered her.

“It’s too tight on her, she won’t be comfortable sitting in that thing if her back is exposed either.”

He had a point, despite it being mostly believable, but the quickness of his responses made you doubt if going on this date was actually worth this much trouble in choosing an outfit.

“Go try on the last one before we make any hasty decisions, but this one looks better than the last.”

Eren, who noticed the shift in your expression, was trying his best to console you as he looked to Armin who had gotten up and excused himself to the bathroom. A sigh left your lips as you went back to your room, stripping out of the dress and putting on the last option. This one felt like the right choice, not being too tight and still being modest enough for a formal setting. The only problem you were having was the zipper in the back. With one hand pressing the front against your chest in hopes not to flash anyone, you peek your head out from your bedroom, looking for anyone who is near. Just in your luck, Armin was walking out the bathroom just as you opened your door.

“Psst, Armin.” Whispering to not gain unnecessary attention, you called out to him and thankfully for you, he heard you. “Could you get one of the girls to help me zip up the back really quick?”

Armin stood in the hallway, shifting on each foot as he looked at you. “Or if you want, I can help you since I’m here.”

Your voice got caught in your throat, blinking at him mindlessly before giving him a single nod. He takes the invitation, walking towards you with a soft pink shade on his cheeks. “Do I need to cover my eyes before I enter?”

A laugh leaves your lips, shaking your head as you clutch your chest even more as he slips between the entrance of your door and you. “No, I got them covered, don’t worry.” Silently, he waited by the door till you closed it behind him, moving to the center of your room between your bed and closet. “Here, I'll hold it together if you can zip it up.”

Armin takes a few steps towards you, his eyes focusing in on the exposed skin of your back as your hands drop from your chest and come to your back, gripping the sides of the dress in attempts to bring them closer. Silently, he reaches out for the zipper, his cold fingertips brushing against yours. Your body involuntarily shivers when his touch grazes you, earning a grin from the man behind you. 

“Sorry, I just washed my hands.”

His voice was hushed, soft and gentle as his eyes focused on the rise and fall of your back as you took each breath. He grabs the zipper between two fingers, slowly dragging it up the track to close the back of the dress while his knuckles gently brush against the dip of your back. Your breath is shaky, the proximity of him making your head foggy. 

“You look so fucking beautiful in this dress, I hate that I’m helping you put it on just for another man to take it off.” Armin closes in the distance between the two of you, pressing himself against your backside as his hands abandon the zipper once it had been brought all the way up. You couldn’t move, or maybe you didn’t want to, not with the way his touch lingered on your skin. It felt suffocating in your room, turning your head to try and face him as his palms grip the roundness of your hips, giving them a firm squeeze.

“What I would do to see you wear this for me, to see you take it back off only for me.” Leaning forward, his lips ghost the shell of your ear as he breathily whispered to you. One of his hands traveled down your side, leaving a fiery trail in its path as he dipped his fingers into the slit on your thigh, scrunching up the fabric to allow access. Your head shamelessly falls back against his shoulder, exposing your neck as your legs felt weak under his touch.

“Look at you, all dolled up for someone who probably can’t make you feel this good.” Your eyes were shut, but you could feel the grin on his lips when he pressed them against the side of your neck. With your chest rising harder, grasping onto any ounce of air you could get, your nimble fingers find their way to his forearm, gripping onto him for stability.

“Are you wet for me, angel?”

This wasn’t supposed to be happening, and despite how quickly it escalated to this moment, it felt so good to be touched by him like this. Endless nights you spent dreaming of this moment, his lips on yours, his skin against yours. You’d been waiting for this day for longer than you could imagine and here it is, serving itself to you on a silver platter. Except, he’s not your date tonight. He’s not the one who is supposed to be making your panties stick to you as your slick coats them from just his touch alone. It should’ve felt wrong, you should’ve put a stop to it by now—but you didn’t.

“Find out for yourself.” Your voice was weak, barely audible as you tried to keep yourself from falling with the way he was touching you. Armin, who was pleased with your response, parted his lips onto your neck while his hand snaked its way underneath your dress, gripping your thigh as if he was asking you to part your legs for him. You shakily twist your foot, giving him better access to the heat that was awaiting for his touch between your legs. His fingers skim across your inner thighs, slowly trailing further and further up to where you needed him most while he gently tongued at the soft skin between your neck and collar.

“Armin.” His name came out strained, sounding more like a plea than it was a moan, earning a groan from him in response.

“Yes, angel? You want me to touch you, hm?”

Nodding against his shoulder, you gripped his forearm between your fingers in hopes he’d speed up the process before someone comes to interrupt your moment. He takes his hand from your hip, bringing it up to your neck as he wrapped his slender fingers around you, just below your jaw. His other hand was busy taunting you, ghosting against the side of the lace you had chosen to slip on for the night. 

“What if I touched you here?”

With his index finger, he presses against your neglected clit, earning a shaky moan from you that was louder than it should’ve been. Armin was quick to move his hand from around your throat up to cover your mouth as his finger rubs against your lace, collecting the slick that seeped through the fabric with his finger. He then takes his hand from between your legs, releasing your mouth as he takes a singular step back from you.

“Look at me angel, I want you to watch me get my first taste of you.”

Turning around to face him with a flushed look across your face, your eyes focus in on the glistening slick on his finger as he parts his lips, placing it onto his tongue before closing his lips around the finger. His eyes rolled shut, groaning as he licked it clean in front of you. Your thighs trembled as you watched the almost pornographic scene in front of you, leaving your throat dry and your chest feeling heavy with need.

“Finish getting ready, I’ll go let them know you’re almost done.”