iii. diamond boy

warning :: sexual content.

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He suddenly looks your way, and for a mere moment, it feels like there's only the two of you in the building. That was, before you spun around quickly, praying he didn't see you, though deep down you knew he did.

During your panic-induced state, you accidentally bumped into someone. But their figure was smaller than expected, and their hair hit you in the face. "Oh, shit, sorry," you apologize sincerely, taking in her appearance.

"You're good," she says, eyes trailing down your form slowly. "Though, now that I have your attention,... wanna dance??"

"..Sure," you smile, loosening up a bit and letting her take your hand.

She guides you to the center of the dance floor, moving behind you and placing her hands on your hips. She was beautiful and looked like she knew what she was doing. You liked that. How her hands trailed down the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, and the sculpted-like curve of your hips.

It's odd. How your heart suddenly beats in your chest, and how it's one of the only things you can focus on. How you felt his eyes on you, even before your own flicked in the direction he was now standing. The crowd had moved to make space for you two, so it wasn't like his eyes were the only ones on you,... so how come his eyes felt like they pierced your soul so deeply?

He stood with his hands languidly in his pockets, watching you like you had him in a trance.

The girl, slightly taller than you, had her hands resting on the curve of your waist, just above your hips. It allowed you to rest your head back on her shoulder and lose yourself in the beat and sway of the music. You let your eyes shut softly, gradually, your vision of the ceiling blurring before the back of your lids were what you were staring at.

You hadn't noticed the song ended until she turned you around, her hand gently holding yours. As your eyes adjusted to the lighting again, you gave her a soft smile, "Thanks for the dance."

"No, thank you," she smirked before letting you walk back to the bar, ignoring that lingering feeling that Eren was watching you.

You sit beside Sasha on her left side, groaning and resting your head on the counter.

"What? You didn't like the dance?"

"No, I-" You jump when you hear a thud from the left of you and see a large hand adorned with rings resting beside you on the counter. You look up, and you're met with those same green eyes that never left you once since Eren saw you.

"Why do I get the feeling you're avoiding me?" Eren asks, leaning forward before spreading his legs wide enough to sit beside you on the stool, his large arm brushing against yours.

"...Oh, yeah?" You try to play it off with sarcasm. "Where'd you get that idea?" You reach around Sasha to grab Annie's drink and take a sip, the alcohol sizzling down your throat and giving you some liquid courage. Annie throws her hands up in disbelief.

His brows twitch as he looks down at you. "Mm," He hums shortly, barely high enough for only you to hear. If he wasn't so close, you wouldn't have. His gaze made something within you tingle, causing you to shift slightly. You felt so.. entrapped by him. Maybe it was just proximity... how his knee and arm were pressed up right against yours.

You look away, glancing at Sasha, who seems casual about the entirety of the situation. Then it hit you.

"Why are you here?" Turning and asking him.

"...Why do people usually go to nightclubs??"

You narrow your eyes. "Yeah, but you happened to be here? The one me and your friends are at?? That was just a coincidence?"

He smirks. "Smart one, aren't you? Sasha may or may not have tipped me off," he admits, making you whip towards Sasha. But he rests a hand on your thigh, making you whip right back, glaring at his hand. "But it doesn't matter because I would've found a way to talk to you anyway."

"Why??"

"Well, let's talk about the fact that you shouldn't be here for one," he says, raising his brow a bit, caressing your thigh, and letting you feel the coolness of his rings against your bare skin.

"What are you talking about??" You glance toward Sasha and Annie, who are now moving away. When Sasha catches your eye, she gives you two big thumbs up, which makes you mean mug her.

"The underage drinking?" He murmurs, whispering in your ear.

Shit. You did tell him what age you were. You swallow, "Listen, it's my birthday. I'm not in the mood to argue about something that hardly matters at this point."

"It hardly matters? Don't you know there's a reason people under 21 aren't allowed in places like this? They're not ready. Anything can happen," he squeezes your thigh as emphasis.

"That's why I didn't go alone. Came in three, not two. I'm not stupid," you mutter, looking down at his hand, which is almost filling the expanse of your thigh.

"Mm, same friends that left you alone with a man you don't know?"

"With a man they trust," you correct, despite him having a bit of a point. Just then, your phone vibrates, and you grab it. 

"Sasha has a middle name?" He wonders, leaning over you to see the text.

You hide your phone in your chest, mugging him. "Back up, nigga. And no, it stands for potato girl. She has an unhealthy addiction."

He laughs, "Right. Well, I guess since you no longer have a ride... I guess you're my responsibility now." He smirks.

"Lord, help me," you sigh, rolling your eyes.

"You know, it's probably not the smartest idea to flaunt your age around in a place like this," he says, gesturing toward your nails.

"...I could just say I was born on the 20th... which is not too far from the truth..."

"What do you mean? It's a full-blown lie," he deadpans.

"Well, ...whatever. Let's just go. You crashed my night and made my friends leave me, so you should just take me home," you grumble, standing up and feeling just how tipsy you are.

"Woah, careful now," he chuckles, holding you with a steadying grip on your arm and waist as he stands with you.

You yank away from him, "I can walk."

He raises his hands in surrender, smirking and letting you walk toward the exit on your own but staying glued to your side the whole time. Once you're outside and walk in the opposite direction of where he parked his car, he grabs your hand, leading you the right way. "This way, Clover."

He opens his car door for you, waiting until you're settled in the passenger seat to close it behind you. He jogs around the car and gets in as well. "So, where to?"

"I don't just let niggas know where I stay," you mumble, folding your arms and looking out of the window.

"Oh, wait, aren't you, Annie, and Sasha roommates? Never mind, I got it."

You deflate, groaning as you lean against the headrest with a soft thud. He laughs and you glare at him. "C'mon, Clover, loosen up," he nudges you, strapping himself in with the buckle. "And buckle up."

You buckle up and stare out the window silently.

"What's the matter, Y/n?"

You tense. Is that the first time he's ever said your name? It sounds odd coming from him, you don't know why. You look over at him. "Nothing," you say lowly.

"You sure?" He ties his hair up swiftly and starts the car, eventually pulling out of the parking lot and driving away, in the direction of your place.

"I'm sure," you murmur, brows furrowed.

He sighs, "Were you expecting your night to end in some grand way? You didn't have any fun? What's your idea of ending your birthday in the best way possible?"

"..." You shift awkwardly. "It doesn't matter. It's okay, I had fun." You say softly.

He grabs your thigh and pulls gently, "What is it you really want?" He asks, watching as your eyes meet his in surprise.

You laugh instinctively, looking away with a shake of your head. You push his hand away, "Don't even think about it, Eren."

"Why not? I'm not imagining things. Like the way your eyes met mine back at the club, almost as if..." He huffs, breathing out a small laugh. "This is gonna sound corny, but... like we were being pulled by magnets. And not just last night either. Since the first time we met."

"...It doesn't matter, Eren," you repeat.

He glances your way, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. Maybe from lack of knowing what to say or maybe it was something else. Who knows? He didn't say anything and kept quiet, keeping his eyes forward, despite everything in him wanting to keep trying.

About 5 minutes later... he sighs again, this time far more audibly. You don't comment.

Then again. Still, ... you don't comment.

And then again but much louder. "What???"

"I just don't get it," he says, suddenly parking in an empty parking lot.

"What're you doing?" You say, growing nervous.

"Nothing you don't want me to, but... are you sure you don't want me to?? Because... I can turn this into a grand, fun birthday for you. If you'll let me."

"But..." you trail off as he moves closer, looking at you as you try to make up a reason. A reason he can understand. "I-.. We shouldn't," You gasp as his fingers tease your inner thigh. "C'mon, Eren, please,.. I... I don't wanna start something that'll be a waste of time."

"What do you mean, Clover?" He looks you in the eye, removing his hand from your thigh to caress your jaw.

"..I... what if I fall... for you.." You look away, feeling stupid. You swear you would've never said that if it weren't for the alcohol in your system. "It would be a waste of time if you're not ready to be in a relationship."

"Who says I'm not ready? Why are you stressing out about something like that? We still have time to get to know each other and things. ..Don't get me wrong, I'm nervous too, for my own reasons, but... I realized I can't hide forever. I can't live like that anymore. And I want to try with you."

"Why me?"

"Why not?"

You sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as his hand trails down to your waist and he caresses that spot gently. He trails down further after a moment and he feels how you tense slightly, your brows furrowing a bit. He leans closer, "Shh." His fingers sneak their way into your shorts and he grazes against your damp panties. "Mm. Would you look at that?"

He snaps your panties against your skin and you open your eyes. "Slip these off."

"Okay,..." You unbuckle and tug them off. "Oh, gosh, I don't know why I'm doing this."

He kisses you suddenly, making you moan into his mouth. He rubs your clit and you jolt, "Mmm," When he pushes two of his fingers inside you, you break the kiss, moaning out into the car. "...fffuckkk." You gasp, looking down. "Eren, your rings."

"Mhm, I know, that feel good?"

"I-I swear if one of your rings gets stuck in me,... I'm... I'm gonna kill you," you moan.

"Shhh, baby," he laughs. "They won't."

time skip :: eren's apartment.

After Eren made you cum that initial time, it didn't take long for y'all to decide to head to his apartment.

"Ouh," You moan into the quiet room, the sound practically reverberating off the walls and hitting your ears again. The sheets rustle, and the bed shakes with every bounce. You stare straight at the headboard and the wall behind it, your mouth opening as more lewd sounds escape.

Eren groans from beneath you, and only then do you realize your nails are digging into him. He doesn't sound like he dislikes it, so you don't stop. "Agh," he groans again and begins bucking his hips upward to match your movements. Your sinful yet shameless bouncing.

"Fuck, don't stop," you demand loudly. Eren listens to you and continues, gripping your forearms suddenly and making them buckle. You're so close to his chest that you can feel and nearly hear his heart beating away.

You squeal and roll your hips disgustingly, feeling him inch a tad bit deeper into you when he suddenly bites into your shoulder. The physical pain was doing a damn good job of masking the anxiety you were feeling.

He holds you to him and fucks you ruthlessly from beneath you, only faltering in his thrusts when he adjusts himself so his head and shoulders are propped up more comfortably against the headboard. His large arms wrap around your waist, holding you to him tightly, letting his seemingly endless stamina take over and fuck you as he clenches his jaw in such a sexy way you nearly bust simply from the sight.

You couldn't leave his grasp even if you wanted to. And with how he's doing it, you're sure he's getting as deep as he can, hitting a spot in you that has never been hit before. Fuck, you're going insane. You never want him to stop.

As much as you want to give in and jump over the ledge, a part of you wants him to yank you away from it to tease you. Distract you. You want him to delay your orgasm as much as you want him to just give it to you already.

You feel one of his big hands run down your back and rub over your ass before he grunts as he slaps you one sharp and hard time, earning a naughty sound to erupt from your throat. Oh, shit.

Your pulsing pussy clenches around him as tightly as your eyes squeeze shut. "I'm close!!" You moan and grab onto him tightly as if he's the only thing keeping you anchored in this sea of... whatever the fuck. You can't describe how he's making you feel in a single word.

With each thrust, it almost feels as if he's stretching you further which shocks you. The slight burning sensation as your lips swallow his cock whole... and your wetness leaking onto him, making you feel just how wet you are when he slams back into you. You wonder if he feels as good as you do right now, but you can hardly focus on that when he makes you feel this amazing. A part of you couldn't care less... as long as you don't lose this damn feeling.

He makes you feel as if you're escaping into an entirely different universe.

One where emotions... worry, fear... don't exist.

"Yes, yes, Eren!!"

Best. Birthday. Ever.