Chapter Text
I saw you staring out of
Your own abyss again
Waiting for something you're not
Sure even still exists
Don't be afraid to wonder
Don't be afraid to be scared
It should never be a prison
I apologise if you feel something — Bring Me The Horizon
Berlin, Germany.
For some reason, the people around her huddle together, looking for friction in the crowd. They rub against each other, moving lasciviously to the rhythm of electronic music interspersed with guitar riffs. It's the kind of music that Mikasa loves, yt that night she didn't feel like going out. If it were up to her, she'd be in bed, resting from a long day at work and preparing for the trip back to home.
However, her friend Sasha thought differently. When she saw her looking for her black silk pajamas to sink into the sheets, she had no better idea than to drag her out of the apartment. That's how her Friday night ended up in that place with dim lights, heavy sounds and a constant flow of alcohol in motion.
Mikasa could think that Sasha brought her to the red district of Berlin, but the reality is that she didn't even know where the hell she was at all. Despite the fact her last name had German origin, her German sucked, excuse her. It had been a matter of luck that she had been able to communicate smoothly in English, or she would have died of embarrassment.
“You still haven't told me exactly where we are going, and I'm already getting nervous.” She says Mikasa looking at the billboard of the site without being able to understand absolutely anything. “Please, Sasha.”
“I'm not gonna lie, the area can seem shady, but this bar is incredible and here I have my farewell gift,” Sasha yells, stretching a hand back, looking for Mikasa's hand and thus strengthening her grip. She wasn't going to leave her alone in that place. “Don't go away from me, okay?”
Sasha Blouse had been Mikasa's best friend since childhood. Both had grown up in Japan, until the chestnut had to move to Germany because of her father's job. Then they meet again a few years later, when Mikasa had to travel to that country for a couple of photo sessions required by her work as a model.
After pushing people around, tripping up a couple of steps to the track and finding a spot at the bar; the two girls finally sit down, so they can have a drink.
“I'm going to miss you so much, Miki,” Sasha finally says when they are both at the bar taking shots of one hundred percent German beer. “I'm so glad you came.”
Mikasa smiles sweetly at her.
“You can always go back to Japan, you know.”
“Obviously, I know.” The brunette smiles at her, squeezing her hand. “I just need to finish a couple of things here, and then I'll be free to move back to my favorite country.”
Sasha had a well-paid job in Germany. However, the desire to return to the country in which she had grown up was enormous in her heart.
“I want to know how much you do here, you know. I've been here for three weeks working, and you haven't told me a thing.” The black-haired girl reproaches her friend.
When Mikasa arrived to the country, she immediately stayed at Sasha’s place. Sasha knew everything that Mikasa did, she accompanied her to her photo sessions and guided her in the city of Berlin. However, Mikasa didn't know anything about what her friend did. Not at least with so many details.
“Well, you'll probably find out today.” Sasha says simply. “Whatever, let's enjoy your last day in Germany.”
Sasha smiles at her and gestures to the stage. Mikasa looks out of the corner of her eye and sees for a few moments people arranging many instruments on the stage. She wonders if there will be any band shows.
“I still don't believe the modeling thing. Hell, I opened Instagram and you were there!” The brunette comments, bringing the topic of her modeling career to the table. “My little goth Mikasa posing for cameras. Amazing, sister!”
The black-haired girl just smiles, sheepishly.
Sasha had insisted throughout her teenage years that she should be a model. Mikasa's body proportions, tall, slim build, made her perfect for that. She even got her a couple of contacts for modeling casting, but Mikasa didn't take that path until she turned eighteen. Now at twenty-two, she had already managed to build a solid profile on the networks of her native country.
About a year ago, she started getting more international exposure. However, that kind of exposure was not something she was still used to, in fact, it overwhelmed her a lot.
“I always told you: Mikasa, you have to be a model. You have the perfect proportions, you have to try it. Didn't I tell you many times?” Sasha grabs her drink again and chokes on a dry drink that cools her throat. “Here you are. Cheers!”
The beer cups collide at the chestnut's insistence. Then Mikasa interrupts. “It's not that good because I'm not quite a conventional model, you know.” She frowns as she explains. “My breasts and hips are big, so it's not like I can model haute couture if I wanted to. I'd have to go on an extreme diet to get to that. It's disgusting.”
Sasha rolls her eyes. “Booo fucking hooo. Haute couture modeling looks so boring, like for real.” The girl winks at her. “Alternative modeling is more interesting and matches your style.”
Sasha nods vigorously, setting her glass of beer down on the bar.
“I don't want to say — I can imagine — because I can't imagine all that pressure of being… Perfect? at all times.” The girl comments. “But you're doing so well, Mik. No one pressures you, and I know you will know what to do with your future.”
Mikasa laughs, shaking her head.
“God! Since when did you become such a mom? I don't remember you being like this.” The goth girl shakes her head, drumming her fingers on the bar. Then, she lets out a loud sigh and says wistfully. “I don't care if it was for work, this trip was good just because I got to see you.”
“And you became so cute! Seems like you don't want to summon demons anymore? Do you remember that?” Sasha exclaims, embarrassing her with an old story of them as teenagers. “I know I'm the main attraction of your trip, but it can improve. Haven't you realized it yet?”
The brunette points to the surrounding place, so her friend can draw conclusions. Mikasa looks closely at what Sasha points out, she is amazed when she notices the stage at the back of the floor and sees a group of people preparing instruments.
“Is there a show?” She asks with curiosity, seeing from a distance two guitars, a bass and a battery placed waiting for their owners.
“Yep. I think you would like it.” Sasha turns to the barman asking for a portion of fries, her friend looks at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Why? If it's a deathcore or metalcore band, I'd probably like it, but still, I'm so picky about bands.”
Sasha lets out an amused laugh.
“Don't worry, just enjoy it, okay? You have not rested from photo shoots since you arrived in the country. Today is your night.”
Mikasa collapses onto her elbow, propped against the bar. The minutes go by and the number of people in the bar seems to increase. Now that she looks at it more closely, she realizes it isn’t just a small bar, it’s something like a club with a fairly large stage and not one but several cocktail bars.
She waits uninterested for the show as she listens intently as Sasha tells her about her life in Germany. Mikasa was so happy for her friend. She’s internally thankful her small agency got her that overseas photo shoot. If not, she doesn't know when she might have been able to see Sasha. Her schedule was getting tight every time.
After forty minutes in which they only spoke, the presenter's raspy voice echoes through the place, reminding her of the show. She nearly spits out her third glass of beer when the host announces “The Rumbling” band.
Mikasa immediately turns to her friend for answers. “Sasha, are you kidding me?”
“Surprise, I guess?” The brunette looks at her, feigning bewilderment, then frowns her shoulders in response.
“Dumbass. You're really such a dumbass.” It's the only thing Mikasa can say when she feels the nerves blossoming in her body, due to the excitement of seeing her favorite band live. She wasn't ready for that!
Mikasa turns her gaze back to the stage, this time with a more anxious look. She thinks she has heard the name of her favorite German band. And then they appear on stage. It seems like she had heard very well.
First, there was this beefy guy on the drums by the name of Reiner Braun. On the bass was a funny-faced bald guy named Connie Springer. The rhythm guitar was in charge of Jean Kirchstein, who seemed to exaggerate his movements when playing the riffs. And last, Eren Yeager, the lead vocalist and guitarist.
“How y’all Berlín?” He speaks in front of the microphone. “You know we love playing small venues before we start a tour, so consider yourself lucky enough to hear our special set list. Let’s fucking go!”
The lights go down, and the performance begins. “The Rumbling” starts the show with their title track, and Mikasa feels that she’s lost in the vocalist's voice.
She knew it was very common and clichéd to fall in love with the lead singer of a band. That didn’t matter when at her fifteen, after browsing YouTube and meeting the German band, her eyes inevitably fell on those green eyes, olive skin and brown hair of the lead singer. Eren Yeager was his name, and he was quite an adonis.
“Fuck Sasha. I’d be in the front row if you told me about this.” The first song ends and immediately begins the second with heavy riffs. “How the hell did you get this?”
“It's part of my job, my dear friend.”
Sasha suddenly reveals this to her and tells her she will explain later, then asks Mikasa to concentrate on appreciating the show.
Mikasa doesn't argue, by the way. Her favorite fucking band is playing in front of her eyes. Jesus Christ.
Eren's gutturals, and the others' instruments, are exquisite and always on point. She feels blessed. It's spectacular. The YouTube lives and music videos are nothing compared to what she is witnessing.
Bless Sasha for bringing her here.
“You know, if I let you go to the front row or in the middle of the crowd, I would lose you on the wall of death or whatever they call that thing.” Explains Sasha, referring to how the public was divided into two groups that then ran against each other, colliding as if it were some medieval war.
Mikasa appreciates the concern. The wall of death looks fun, but it can be violent. She is happy with her location. It's like a step higher than the floor, so she can see the stage.
Her calm facade is completely shattered when one of her favorite songs is played by the band.
Pray for plagues.
“Oh, my fucking god” Mikasa screams in a frenzy, feeling the adrenaline throughout her damn body
She loses it all. The girl can't help but sing until she nearly screams the song. The coordination of Reiner's dual-pedal percussion, Jean's perfect guitar, and Connie's low-pitched bass don't help her state of extreme happiness.
“Count your fucking blessings!” She screeches along with Eren and the audience. She feels in her own fucking world, and doesn't want to get out of it.
Sasha doesn't judge her. She encourages her as more of the songs drive her crazy. She gets infected enough to end up with her friend standing by her side, jumping for the rest of the show.
“Thank you so fucking much!” Eren says to the entire audience with a hoarse voice due to the gutturals he made on stage. Mikasa loves that voice. “We hope to see y’all on the tour. We fucking love you!”
Then the band plays the last song before leaving the stage.
“My God! That was insane!” The goth girl exclaims, taking her seat again as she gropes for her forgotten barley drink. “I was planning to go to one of their shows in Japan. You got me ahead of the experience. I love you!”
“I know, sweetie, I know.” The brunette rejoices at Mikasa's words.
“Are you going to tell me how you got this?” Mikasa has huge doses of adrenaline coursing through her body and is too excited. Her throat is a little sore, she feels thirsty, and her head aches from all the wild nodding. Anyway, she’s happy as hell. “Cut off the mystery.”
But Sasha refuses to spill a word. She takes her hand, and they walk away after paying the bill for their round of beers.
“I thought we were fine here.” Mikasa comments, seeing how people shout for another song, which she doubts will happen because the staff has already lifted the wiring and the instruments.
“We need something more private and, of course, vodka, silly.”
They walk until they reach what looks like a bar in a VIP lounge. She senses this because it’s almost deserted, and Sasha even has to show a credential so that a tough-looking guy lets her pass.
What the actual fuck?
“I know The Rumbling is your favorite band.” They take a seat again on those stools that seem more padded than the previous ones. “So this friend gave me tickets, and I said damn, Mikasa must come here. Like for real.”
The goth girl adjusts her messy hair into two pigtails on the sides and bangs while she listens to Sasha.
“So your friend gave you tickets, huh?” She says. “And who is this friend? From work?”
The chestnut doesn’t give more details, and confronts the bartender to ask for drinks to refresh her throat. Mikasa knows Sasha doesn't want to tell her something. She sees it in her gaze that she wanders around the room as if she’s waiting for someone. Mikasa is about to ask what the hell is going on when Sasha bounces a little in her seat, waving for someone.
A bald boy, all sweaty, arrives and talks to Sasha like nothing happened. It's Connie Springer, the bass player. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Connie, Connie!” Sasha hugs the newcomer and introduces them. “This is Mikasa, my friend.”
Connie looks at the girl, surprised. He doesn't overlook how cute Sasha's friend is, so the boy says hello.
“Welcome to Germany, Mika! Can I tell you Mika right?” The boy blurts out words with a lot of confidence. He isn’t disrespectful at all. In fact, he’s friendly. “Shit! Did I scare her? Please tell me I didn't scare her.”
The bassist looks incredulously at the brunette, who laughs when she sees Mikasa's pale face from being near to one of his favorite band members.
Mikasa reacts immediately.
“Uh. I'm sorry. You didn’t scare me at all.” She clears her throat, looking for comfort. “Thanks for the welcome.”
The boy nods enthusiastically.
“You know, Sasha told me about you a few weeks ago.” Connie wraps an arm around Sasha's shoulder, hugging her. “I'm happy to finally meet you.”
The confidence Connie and Sasha seem to have, arouses a wave of doubts in Mikasa. Are they just friends? Are they dating? How the hell does Sasha know the fucking bassist of The Rumbling? Does she know Eren?
If Eren fucking Yeager is near, she swears that she’ll pass out. For God’s sake!
“I'm working on the cover of the band's fourth album. Connie was the one who contacted me because he liked the pictures of my work posted on Instagram.” Sasha explains, finally seeing her bewildered face. “So we've become friends recently.”
She nods in amazement. She really didn't expect it.
“Sasha told me you're an OG fan. You know, the kind that watched our lackluster music sessions in Eren's room.” Connie talks, stealing the glass of Gin Tonic from her artist friend. “That’s so cute, you know.”
Mikasa chokes on her glass of booze, then tries her best to regain her composure. So, Sasha had told him about her, but hadn't said anything to her about being friends with a famous person. What a friend she is!
“Yeah, I am.” The black-haired one murmurs. The music is quashed, so they don’t need to shout much to understand each other. “You guys got me with the first album, and I'm still here, even though the band is changing its style quite a little.”
“I'm glad then. Not everyone is excited about the change in our sound. But we’ll survive” Connie smiles at her with genuine joy.
“Sure,” she says.
“Sasha also told me you came from Japan,” Connie says with interest, blinking up at her and squeezing her friend's shoulder.
Mikasa arches an amused eyebrow as her friend just shrugs her shoulders.
“Sasha's friends seem to know a lot about me, but I know nothing about them.” Her tone is not reproachful. She’s only curious.
“Yes, well… I may have missed a like on one of your photos, and this slimy fool has seen it.” Sasha leans against Connie's shoulder and talk to her. “Girl, you are so sexy.”
“As if!” Mikasa says, simply brushing it off and drinking the last of her rum with tonic water.
They talk and drink more Gin Tonic for a couple of minutes until Connie jumps on his seat.
“Damn! I'm learning Japanese, I'm really doing it.”
The boy puts his glass down on the bar and faces the raven-haired girl, speaking enthusiastically in the language of the land of the rising sun.
Mikasa arches an eyebrow at the bass player's lousy Japanese. She's quick enough to stifle a laugh when Connie misses a few words, saying “Nice to smell you” instead of “Nice to meet you.”
Well, at least he tried.
“It was awful, wasn’t it?” He asks, embarrassed, seeing the bright smile of hers on her.
The girl is about to respond when a voice sneaks in, embarrassing the bald boy even more.
“I told you not to use anime words to flirt.” Between semi-low and sinister, the sound is heard right behind her. “That's embarrassing, man!”
Mikasa graciously turns her head, looking over her shoulder at the intruder. From the angle, she's only able to see a Whiskey on the Rock glass held by a hand with hidden fingers adorned with rings and small tattoos.
“I'm trying to be nice and not to scare away people by appearing behind them.” Connie's blame causes the newcomer to laugh sarcastically. “At least say hi. Jackass.”
“Oh, I'm sorry. My bad.”
The man leans back on the bar until his face rests on the elbow and his brown hair scatters around it. With that peculiar voice, he greeted again.
“Hey, I'm Eren. Like the jerk Eren Yeager from 'The rumbling' you know.” He smiles a little, and continues after winning at the girl. “But maybe we just share names. Who knows?”
Mikasa looks at the man next to her. He looks so goddamn unreal. Eren, Eren Yeager, is waving at her. God Jesus.
The girl feels her heart beating hard, and her eyelids moving rapidly. Mikasa thinks quickly about what to say as she listens of Connie joking to the man next to her, and Sasha shouting-out.
However, that man pays little attention to others and seems to look at the black-haired girl with interest.
“Uh, hi.” She whispers with apparent shyness. “I’m Mikasa. Mikasa Ackerman”.
“Hi, Mikasa.” He says in the sexiest husky tone, grinning like a devil.
Mikasa feels dazzled. Eren laughs with his knuckles pressed against his sharp chin.
“You know, I came to the bar to get something to cool off and when I heard Connie embarrassing himself, I wanted to save him… Oh, I really wanted.” He snorts, amused. Then, continues. “But instead, I prefer to save you from this moron.”
Connie clears his throat, sore from Yeager's attack, who continues to drum his fingers playfully on the surface of the bar. Meanwhile, Mikasa doesn't want to think that Eren just congratulated her too subtly.
“Boo, Eren. You're scaring my friend.” Sasha claims, clearly amused to see Mikasa frozen in her place. “Stop it.”
The brown-haired one finally moves his greenish gaze from the deep grays and looks with annoyance at the pair, who remain leaning against each other.
“I'm not doing anything. I don't know what you're talking about.”
Eren straightens up, shaking his head. The chocolate strands of his hair move gracefully, capturing her girl's attention. He looks at her only for a few moments.
“I bet you're Sasha's friend, right?” He asks after ordering another drink from the barman, who attends to him immediately.
Mikasa snorts under her breath with a wry smile. Damn Sasha! First, she doesn't tell her they're going to a club where her favorite band of hers is playing. Then, she doesn't tell her she's been talking about her to the person she's had an exceptional crush on, since she was fifteen.
“Well, I guess everyone knows about me now, but I can't know exactly what Sasha's been up to.”
Eren laughs again. Mikasa swears it's the sexiest thing damn she's ever heard.
“She's the artist for the new album cover.” He replies with a smiling voice. “Don't blame her. She's been so busy, she probably just forgot to tell you.
“Oh, don't excuse her.” She counterattacks gracefully. “That's just being a mean friend.”
“Maybe she has a confidentiality agreement that doesn't allow her to say anything.” Eren looks at her with amusement. “Now that I think about it, the album is still something confidential. Oh god, should I make you sign one of those contracts?”
Suddenly, Mikasa can feel Eren's gaze darting up and down. Scanning her figure, he admires her in such a subtle way that it doesn't even make her feel nervous.
“Although on second thought, I wouldn't make you sign one of those contracts, they're so boring” He says looking up after his scrutiny. “Instead, we could do more fun things.”
“Yeah? Like what kinds of things?” She asks, pursing her lips, feigning innocence.
Mikasa smiles directly at him and Eren is mesmerized by looking at her sparkling eyes, which make their way through the dim light of the bar. Suddenly, the air in the room changes completely, they're not kidding anymore. Something is going on between them.
A moment later, a throat clearing is heard next to them, cutting off that “eye-fucking” between them.
“We're still here. You clowns.” Connie speaks, cutting the atmosphere. Of course, he has noticed that strange thing happening between Mikasa and Eren suddenly. “I was going to suggest the beautiful ladies moving to the dance floor.”
Eren’s brow furrows at the audacity. He’s about to say that they are fine sitting there until he receives help from heaven.
“Mikasa doesn't like dancing that much.” Sasha exclaims quickly, almost spitting out the drink she was drinking. “Let her stay here. Eren, can you stay with her?
Mikasa smothers a smile upon realizing the brunette's intentions of her, she wants to leave her alone with Eren. Sasha gets her act together when she moves onto the dance floor with Connie because he heard Dua Lipa songs playing over there, and he wanted to dance.
The vocalist remains impassive, waving his hand in farewell at the couple, who immediately jumps onto the dance floor.
Silence seems to reign for a few moments between them, until Eren instantly breaks it, showing how much he wanted to talk to her.
“So, tell me, pretty girl…” His voice lowers a bit, becoming grave. “What do you do exactly?”
“It's not a big deal, you know.” Mikasa speaks, leveling her voice, trying to ignore the fact that he just called her pretty girl. That's not the time to act like a fangirl. “Alternative clothing modeling, nothing big.”
Eren looks at the figure of the girl sitting on the stool. He notices the little dress she wears, with that lace over her chest, hugging the contour of her round breasts. Then, he looks at her ebony dark hair tied in two short pigtails and her heavy makeup outlining the fine features of her face.
She looks so pretty sitting there with her legs crossed, so cute in her dark clothes contrasting with her creamy porcelain skin. Just imagining himself pulling one of the straps of her dress down, makes him bite his bottom lip, unable to take his fucking hungry eyes off her. Fuck.
Nonetheless, the way she moves so slightly, the way she smiles at him and looks at him with sincere eyes, makes him interested in her in another almost inexplicable way… What the hell was happening to him?
“I think it suits you pretty well.” He murmurs after his intense scrutiny of her, and realizing how precious she is. So, seductively, he says. “My band has the most beautiful fans in the world, from what I can see.”
Mikasa coughs, letting her keep down for a few moments. Oh, does he know that she's a fan? Was it her friend?
“Sasha insisted on me for the tickets for the show.” Eren says that with his face painted in dissatisfaction, however, his smile confuses her. “For her and a friend, the biggest fan of the band, she said.”
The singer sighs, shifting under the girl’ watchful gaze, shining silver cast. There's something about him that makes him so graceful, a far cry from how wild he is on stage. He fascinates her.
While he stirs, adjusting his hair with his tattooed hands, he gives her that look again that makes her think he wants to eat her. Then, Mikasa thinks, she would love for him to do it.
“Although… she didn't mention the gothic facade and the modeling thing. Let me tell you, it's so… interesting.” Eren sighs, grinning again, centimeters up her. “She kept the most interesting details for her.”
He's not as tall as he looks, at least not next to her who's above average height, but his broad shoulders and confident demeanor make her look so tiny next to him, and… she loves that.
“Maybe she didn't say it, so the element of surprise isn't lost.” Mikasa mentions with a bright look. Then, she gives him that same sensuous smile. “Now that you see me, I hope not to disappoint you”.
Mikasa playfully strokes the cross-shaped pendant that rests on her chest. Unconsciously, she directs Eren's gaze there , and he can admire her marked clavicles, her defined shoulders and how her round masses protrude a little. The way his breasts poke through the lace fabric makes him sigh, but he immediately looks away, not wanting to inconvenience.
The temperature in the club is so fucking high, and it's not just because of the white high-alcoholic shots, no. The sex appeal slips between them sensually, prompting their body languages to start screaming to feel close. Fucking Friday night.
“I don't really like models, but you darling… you don't disappoint at all” Eren tilts his face, looking at her gray eyes. “Now I really hope you're one of my stans, so I can brag that my fans are the most beautiful.”
Eren tilts his face so graceful, looking at the timorousness of her grayish pearls, those that leave him stunned every time she looks at him. She is… indescribable. He feels the fucking necessity to have her to himself.
He feels the need to tell her that he hasn't seen anyone like her, all those girls he's had under him are nothing compared to what he sees. The presence of that girl in black is divine, precious, spectacular, she completely dazzles him. He doesn't know why, he really doesn't know how, but he's sure that the girl in front of him can subdue him if she wanted to.
“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbles. “I would like you to be the exception to my mantra —I don't like models. What do you say?”
The tone of his voice becomes more and more seductive, Mikasa can feel it. It's no longer an assumption of hers, her wide body turning towards her, her fingers coming dangerously closer and closer to her and his whole body language itself is screaming that he's flirting with her.
However, Mikasa allows herself to be unattainable in front of the person who has been in her dreams since she was a teenager. If there's one thing modeling has taught her, it's to make yourself wanted, desirable.
“Is this how Germans flirt?” she asks with a seductive little smile, brushing past his allegory and leaning forward just a few millimeters. “Or is this how Eren Yeager flirts?”
Eren snorts in amusement.
“The correct question would be, does Eren Yeager flirt?” He says gently, also leaning into her, now willing to slowly invade her space. “As far as I can remember, Eren Yeager is such a dork to do such things, baby.”
Mikasa laughs softly, amused. For whatever reason, his words amuse her.
“So, the group of girls who claim to have fucked you…didn't you seduce them?” She says ironically. She knows well what people say about him, she knows well the reputation he has. The goth girl loves the band, but she knows the twenty-eight-year-old singer's reputation is… questionable.
“A slip here, a slip there. That's what happened to them, cutie.” Says Eren disported. Her façade, so different from the disaster he was, says that she surely doesn't have fun like him. “If they want something with me, then, I just give it to them. You can sell this information if you want it.”
She pulls back, covering those glossy lips as she laughs.
“I don't need to sell this info. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.” She says, supporting both of her hands on the bar. “It just seems a little interesting to me, someone like you taking an interest in someone like me, one of your stans, and also a twenty-two-year-old girl… sounds unreal. I thought you liked them more mature.”
Eren slowly nods his head up as she admits that she is one of his stans. Instead of delighting, he finds it pretty.
“Twenty two years? It's a nice number.” He says, smiling slyly. “I’m always open to age differences where they are older, but now I am also interested when they are younger than me. Six years between us is not even scandalous, what do you think?”
“Very interesting, actually. Mikasa says, looking at him intently as he bites his lip. “Anyway, I never liked boys of my age.”
Eren leans in far enough for his minty, alcohol-laced breath to hit her flushed cheeks. Everything about this man screams sensuality.
She is as fascinated with him, as he is with her.
“It's a real pity you don't like to dance.” The brown-haired man laments, pursing his lips in false bewilderment. “I would have loved to dance with one of my fans.”
It would have been a perfect excuse to make contact, Mikasa thinks. From the sparkle in his eyes, from the slight —almost imperceptible — tremor in his lips, she knows he thinks the same.
“Well, I don't like to dance, it's true…” She pauses, looking down the dimly lit dance floor. “I don't like to dance in public.”
Eren's half smile intensifies.
He ventures to stretch his fingers covered with small tattoos, until caressing the feminine knuckles adorned with silver rings. The girl just leaves him, enjoying that little caress.
Her male hand ventures up to her elbow, that's when Eren suddenly leans into her ear.
“Maybe we could make it, you know… more private.” He snorts lightly with a laugh, and says, “Or do you want us to get on with this thing that's getting us nowhere?”
Mikasa doesn't say anything for a few seconds, so Eren dares to add — almost desperately.
“I haven't asked this to anyone… let me adore you tonight.”
However, as much as he bit his tongue, as much as he swallowed thickly, as much as his knuckles turned white as he pressed hard trying to hold back his need… Mikasa managed to feel the voice of that man she admired, tinged with despair. Tinged in desperation and need for her.
Before saying anything, Mikasa thinks about it for a few moments. It is not a secret that Eren usually has adventures with fans, if she agrees she knows it will be a one night thing , and she will become part of a seemingly long list. As much as Eren, the vocalist of “The Rumbling” is the man she has had a crush on for quite some time, is it worth being part of that list?
Maybe…
Just maybe…
Ah, fuck it.
Mikasa quickly decides. Yes, fuck it.
She’ll take that chance just to get the urge out and to take advantage of that moment. Mikasa doesn't care about anything anymore. She’ll be out of Germany in hours, and they will both go on with their lives.
Say it louder, fuck it!
The goth girl moves to his face, brushing her black painted lips over his golden cheek, purposefully leaving little smudges of lipstick.
“Guide me.” She tells him.
Eren suddenly feels as if he has been granted entrance to heaven. He breathes a sigh of relief, for the first time in his life, that the girl has said yes to him. He pulls her out of her seat, not caring if the other guys in the band are there or if Sasha's friend has seen them, and drags her away.
They run away from there, their nerves on edge and their hands itching with urgency.
The man grabs the girl's hand tightly and doesn't let any stupid take advantage of the situation and take her away from him. For some reason, he allowed himself to think for a split second how warm her tiny hand was.
Some people tried to stop them from running away. Whether it was to greet or tease, whatever it was, Eren didn't give a shit. At any other time, with any other girl, he would have had time for them, but not now. Eren didn't believe much in destiny, he didn't have faith in it, but something told him that the doors of opportunity had opened, and he wanted to find out how and why.
While for Mikasa, she only thought of using Eren's big body as a shield. She hurriedly walked being guided by him until the tug on Eren's hand, the sudden slam of a door and the music falling behind them, made her clear her thoughts and pay attention to her surroundings.
“Welcome to the cave.” Eren says immediately, without letting her hand go.
A messy place welcomes her. There are guitars, basses, drumsticks, and leather jackets. Also included, many cans of beers. The band's dressing room, she deducts, the place where they take their girls.
“Interesting.” She whispers.
They both remain silent for a few moments until Eren's grip goes up her arms again, until he places both of his hands on her snowy face. He leans in slightly, bringing his hard lips to rest on her soft fleshy ones.
The kiss is slow at first. Her masculine thumbs trace circles over her cheekbones as the rhythm of their lips crashing slowly increases. Then, Eren lowers his hands to grab her waist and pull her closer to him. Mikasa gasps as she feels the firm grip on, an action that Eren takes advantage of to sneak his slippery tongue into his exploration.
“Jesus Christ.” He says, smiling against her strawberry lips. “I'm not lying when I say you're beautiful.”
Eren lowers insistently, leaving a trail of kisses until he reaches her fine neck. He makes small suctions, leaving faint red spots. Mikasa urgently digs her black varnished nails into the man's shoulders, which are still covered by his dark gray jacket.
Eren hasn't undressed her yet, and she is already so sensitive. Amazing.
The man ventures to slowly push her back, grinding his growing erection against her hips. He slams his cock hard against her curves of her as they bump into one table in the place.
Between more kisses and wet suckers, he lowers his thick hands abruptly to pinch her juicy buttocks from her, rounded on the fabric of that fine dress.
Mikasa growls loudly. Eren smiles mischievously.
“You've got a nice butt, baby.” He tells her, breathing on her lips and roughly massaging her buttocks. “I wonder how your boobs will be.”
It's her turn to laugh.
“Find out for yourself.” The girl looks deeply, biting her lips.
Eren doesn't argue and immediately takes his hands to the thin straps of the little black dress. Despite his impatience, he lowers the straps slowly and deliberately, enjoying the creamy sight of her breasts.
“So fucking pretty.” He whispers, licking his lips with craving.
A loud gasp leaves the girl’s mouth as he bites down on her pink nipples. The tip of his tongue traces circles around her, causing her to squeeze her hands tightly, messing up his brown strands.
Shortly after, he pulls her garment down until it's wrapped around her hips and sucks and leaves saliva on her flat abdomen.
Eren stops for a few moments. Mikasa narrows her eyes at his silence and finds him admiring too intently her breasts and abdomen, glistening from all the wetness he's painted her with.
The adoration in his green eyes, the way he bites his lips as he traces her naked form up and down, drives her crazy. For a moment, an overwhelming cloud settles over her head , and she wants to hide from him. It's as if she had suddenly realized that she had played with fire before, and now it was consuming her.
Nonetheless, as much as she tries to hide, Eren is bigger and more skilled. Just noticing her embarrassed movement forward, he quickly takes her hands.
“No. You can't.” He snorts angrily, frowning. “You're so fucking pretty, why would you do that?”
“I… I…” she stutters.
Eren snorts derisively. He takes one of her cheeks and murmurs, leaning into her ear.
“Easy, huh. I'll take care of you.”
Once he's assured that she won't hide again, Eren releases his hands to fully undress her once and for all. As he pulls her dress down, Mikasa lifts her butt up so Eren can knock it to the ground.
Mikasa is left clad in nothing but a pair of fishnet stockings that reach up to her milky thighs, making an interesting pressure on her porcelain flesh. Eren thinks that he would like her to choke him with those honey thighs.
Eren pauses when he sees something tight between the stockings and her leg. What the fuck?
“Wait a damn minute, is that a knife?” The man asks. “Baby, do you have any weird fetish like fucking pointing a knife?”
The girl looks at him confused as he points to the little bundle caught in the stocking. By the tone of his voice, he suggests that he was surprised.
“Babe, I usually sing about blood and shit like that. But I don't think that fucking with a knife is my style.”
Mikasa laughs lightly. Then, she takes what Eren pointed out so much to put it aside.
“It's an iPhone. My iPhone. It won't hurt you.” She smiles mockingly at him. “It's just a small safe place to keep it.”
“Oh, god.” He says, paying attention to the female body in front of her and dispelling the feeling of stupidity. “Well, hum…”
Eren brushes aside his earlier slip, leaning down like nothing's wrong to continue sucking on her flawless skin. He smiles wickedly as he blows and leaves trails of goosebumps on her.
The man grabs her knees to spread them slowly apart and dares to explore underneath her lacy panties.
“May l?” Ask looking up. She nods at him.
Eren pushes her panty aside to insert a curious finger, feeling all her creamy juice, so wet, so slippery, so promising. She's damn ready for him, but he still wants to torture her a bit.
He strokes from bottom to top with a quizzical look. Mikasa feels her core throb more from the touch of her fingers. She doesn't expect him to make a move, so she, on her own, gets up enough to slide the panty down. He finishes taking it off at her insistence, and then her garment ends up meeting her dress on the dressing room tiles.
When he finally slips a finger into her wet slit, she urgently bites her lip. He just takes her reaction as an invitation to finger fuck her.
From top to bottom, between rough and expert, between desperate and calm, he goes in and out of her oozing slit, drawing loud moans from her. Mikasa clings tighter to the table below her, hands desperately nailing to her sides, trying not to fall forward.
“You're so damn tight” He says, imagining how amazing it will feel to be inside her. “Come honey, you must be well-prepared for me.”
He speeds up his fingers, fucking her hard until she cums.
“Shit” She moans between short and soft when she feels the puddle of liquids between her legs grow like a damn waterfall.
“Good baby. I'm not going to hurt you, I already told you, huh.”
He smiles satisfied, bringing his fingers to his mouth and tasting its essence, so sweet and aphrodisiac. Suddenly he feels the urge to take off his clothes and take her hard once and for all.
“Too many clothes, don't you think?” She murmurs, widening her eyes, almost recovering from her earlier orgasm. “It's not fair, I want to see you too.”
He doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons the two buttons on his jacket, and minutes later joins the feminine garments at his feet.
A sculpted abdomen, covered in various tattoos of birds, titans, and a few random phrases, perches in front of hungry gray eyes. It’s exactly the same as what she has seen in photos on the Internet, except she now has it live and direct in front of her.
Mikasa feels lucky. But what impresses her the most, is the centipede tattooed on his right arm, going from top to bottom gloriously.
He smiles proudly, seeing out of the corner of his eye how she devours him with her eyes, while still taking off his pants and looking for a condom.
“A little help here.” He demands perversely, pointing to the prominent bulge under his boxers. Very prominent.
She takes the condom as he pulls his underwear down completely, revealing his thick cock, swollen and glistening with pre-cum. Mikasa slides the latex in and then stimulates him by pumping up and down.
“Looks like I'm not the only one good with the hands, huh?” He says between hoarse gasps. He feels agitated.
“Fuck me.” She demands, but Eren somehow likes to tease.
“What did you say, baby?” He asks.
“Please, fuck me.” Misaka says now lowering her voice.
“Say my name.” The man demands, positioning himself between her legs. He bumps his pink head against her clit with friction, just looking to tease her again. “Say my name, Mikasa.”
She wants to cry out of frustration, but even then she won't get what she wants so much. She has nothing left to do but beg.
“Please, Eren. Fuck me.”
So does he.
Somehow, she feels him ripping her apart with every inch he sinks deep enough to want to touch her cervix. She feels crazy stars and butterflies, not only in her tiny pussy, but also expanding violently across her taut stomach.
Mikasa lasciviously looks down with her teary eyes and can see that he hasn't put everything in yet. Eren moves back a bit, then lunges forward again, pressing and stretching his cunt with his hard test thrust.
“Are you okay, baby?” His appearance may seem rough, but his treatment is delicate as shit.
She nods, closing her eyes.
His fingers move down to meet her clit, and he synchronizes the movement of his fingers with the thrust of his cock buried in her cunt. Eren is so damn good with his fingers, surely he’s playing with her as if she was his fucking guitar, Mikasa thinks suddenly.
The man grows with satisfaction, feeling his cock being strangled by the girl's perky little pussy.
“Ahh, that's fucking tight”
His voice is hoarse with pleasure echoing in the room, combined with the lewd noise of their bodies crashing. Eren lifts Mikasa higher and higher, promising that she will reach heaven soon. After a few raw thrusts against the table that made her bend her fingers, she feels coming again with Eren's cock still buried in her.
However, Eren quickly withdraws, causing her to gasp in frustration at not feeling him filling her.
The girl's breathing is a total mess, and she moans in despair. Eren isn't finished, so in the interrupting Mikasa's second orgasm, he flips her over to have her round, juicy ass at his disposal.
“Listen, I just wanna be a good man and see you smile.” Eren says, brushing his breath on the shell of her ear. He doesn't even stop to think about his heavy breathing. “So I'm gonna fuck you till you scream and cry, ok?”
He lifts one of Mikasa's knees, seeking more access, then buries himself again inside her. Somehow, it now feels deeper and more lustful. It’s probably because the girl can see her favorite vocalist impatiently biting his lips every time he thrusts and bumps his hips against her round ass.
“You're going to cum again.” He gasps, looking malicious at her through the mirror. “This time you're going to see it.”
Eren no longer asks her if she's okay, her breathy moans tell him she's enjoying it as much as he is. He tries to stimulate even more by sliding his knuckles against her clit again and then with the free hand grab the side of her hip hard for extra pushing force.
“Cum for me, pretty baby girl.” He demands in a raw voice against her ear. “Cum, cum, cum.”
Mikasa feels she can no longer go on, that her resistance has abandoned her. Eren propped her up on the floor with only one leg and the other raised, leaning loosely on the edge of the table.
The lewd noise of his heavy balls crashing against her flesh and Eren's growls very close to her ear, ends up triggering her second orgasm that squeezes the boy's juicy dick and also causes him to cum inside the latex.
Eren hides in the curve of the female neck. He feels exhausted after the walls of Mikasa have contracted, milking him to the last drop.
“Amazing, fucking amazing.” He groans.
“Damn.” The black-haired mumbles, feeling the full weight of the male body fall on her. “Eren, you're heavy.”
The guy moves away then, helps her to sit at the same table where he fucked her hard a few moments ago. He’s so chivalrous that he makes Mikasa's heart flutter.
“Uh, shit. I'm sorry.”
Eren helps her get fully dressed after he disposes of the used condom in the nearest bin. He adjusts the girl’s pantyhose, pulls her lace thong up her milky thighs, put her dress back on and fixes her misplaced jewelry from the previous activity.
Only after seeing her slightly presentable to return to the public, he allowed himself to adjust his clothes well.
As he adjusts his jacket, which is the only thing he wears up, he glances at her while she carefully adjusts her hair. Something is on Eren's head. There is something he wants to say, and he will not miss the opportunity to do it.
“Would it be alright if we met again?” He asks suddenly, fixing his hair and his rings. “And I don't exactly mean only for this”
It was the best sex he's had in a while; he has to admit. She was so receptive and so pretty that he obviously would like to repeat that. However, he feels a strange force pulling him closer to her, and he doesn't want to fight it
Mikasa looks at him curiously. Is he suggesting having something more than just a one-night stand? That sounds tempting, but unlikely under the circumstances. She has a job in Japan, and he has a tour with his band.
“I know we have tight schedules.” Eren speaks, feeling her silence. “But believe me, I can do everything to have time and be able to see each other. Is it okay?”
Eren is really proposing something else to Mikasa. He really does. With that beautiful tone of voice and those expectant eyes, she knows it's not a joke.
The girl reaches out to take his hands and give him a small, chaste kiss on his knuckles, covered in tiny tattoos. Her eyes bright as she reaches up and places another kiss, this time over his lips.
“Yes, we can meet again.” Mikasa answers with a genuine smile.
And that’s how they start.
The next morning, Mikasa finds herself sprawled out on her plane seat in business class. She's still dealing with the after-effects of what happened last night at that club in Germany.
Her legs hurt not precisely from dancing, and her neck is a red mess, which also hurts when she moves it. That one may be because of her wild headbanging during the presentation of “The Rumbling” the same ones that now sound on her AirPods.
Spare her the comments and excuses she had to give Sasha when she returned to the bar, squeezing Eren's hand. Although in fact she didn't have to explain almost anything, Sasha already took it for granted what happened, so she just winked at her when Eren asked for her cell phone to write his phone number.
The plane still hasn't taken off. While a pretty flight attendant makes the pertinent security signs, she answers one last message before running out of the signal.
“See you soon, pretty. Have a pleasant trip ;)” Eren writes. He is probably packing his bags and his guitar for the start of the band's tour.
He gave her the jacket he was wearing last night. At first, she hadn't wanted to because she thought it was an expensive jacket, however, Eren insisted so much that she was now using it to keep warm from the air conditioning.
“Looking forward to it, <3 I'll text you when I land.”
She put her cell phone away and turned up the volume to lose herself in the sound of metal she was playing from iTunes. She hoped to see her favorite band live again, but above all, she hoped to see her crush (not impossible anymore) again to kiss him deeply in their reunion.
Eren and Mikasa are going to see each other soon. Somehow, they just know they will see each other soon.