aot men at parties
eren jaeger, armin arlert, reiner braun, levi ackerman, jean kirschstein
warning: possessive aot men, fighting, mentions of nsfw content
-immediately announces he’s going with you as soon as you mention you’re going out tonight
-eren continuously looks around and glares whenever he sees someone ogling at you
-gets in his own head about how many people are staring at you, which puts him in a bad mood
your dress is tight against your frame, leaving nothing to the imagination. eren is quick to notice the amount of eyes that follow you as you walk into the club. he walks close behind you to cover you up a bit. once you find a table to sit at, he's quick to pull you between his legs, claiming you as his.
he isn’t upset that you look good- you’re his, afterall. he likes that he gets to brag about you and make others jealous. but eren doesn’t appreciate guys looking at you like you’re a piece of meat. you’re much more than that.
when you make your way to the bar to get drinks he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back into him, asking your friends if they could get your drink for you. when they leave you turn in his arms and frown. he’s usually possessive at parties, but tonight he will not let you out of his sight.
“why are you being so grumpy?”, you ask, playing with the loose strands that stick out of his messy bun. eren holds your waist and shakes his head, claiming it’s nothing. he doesn’t want to upset you while you’re trying to have a good time. “baby”, you press him.
“i’m not the only one who wants you”, he vaguely states. you understand his message and softly coo at him.
“i’m yours aren’t i?”, you reassure, softly nibbling at his sweet spot. eren moans before you pull away, your friends joining you again with your drinks. your actions ease eren’s tension. for the rest of the night he finds himself feeling up on you, showing everyone that you’re only his.
-trusts you wholeheartedly, but doesn’t trust others. which is why he’s at the club with you.
-holds you against him the whole night, leaving kisses on your skin
you feel warm from the few drinks you’ve already consumed. you rest your head on armin’s shoulder as he stands behind you, planting soft kisses on your shoulder, traveling up your neck and to your cheek. his arms are gently wrapped around your stomach, adding to the heat. usually your boyfriend wouldn’t be hovering over you like this, but someone already tried to smooth talk you earlier and he wasn’t trying to have that happen again.
“armin”, you pout. he’s turning you on without even realizing.
“yes?”, he softly pulls back his lips and looks at you. his blonde bangs nearly cover his eyes, but you can see so much fondness in them as he gazes at you. he’s so pretty. without another word you reach your hand in his hair and connect your lips with his. armin is grateful that the club is so dark. even if you’re in a private section he still can’t help but blush at your lack of care for pda.
you hum against his lips, deepening the kiss. your grip tightens on the fistful of his hair. if you were home he would’ve kept going, but you’re in public. and you’ve had a few drinks. he knows if he doesn’t stop you he’ll be dragged to the bathroom so you could have your way with him. or you’ll take him right here in your section if you’re desperate enough.
armin nervously laughs against your lips and pulls away. “i think you’ve had too much to drink, honey”, he tells you kindly. you can see his flushed face. your brows furrow.
“but i want you, armin”, you whine. he laughs softly at your eagerness.
“let’s get you home first. then you can have anything you want” he promises
-won’t leave your side for a second
-sits in the booth and brings you into his lap, ignoring your protests
-already horny, doesn’t need to get in a fight cause a guy can’t keep his hands to himself
reiner is a different type of possessive. more than a few times he’s gotten into fist fights in your defense. it’s not your fault that guys don’t get the hint when you tell them you have a boyfriend. he’s already gotten off with a warning tonight, shoving a drunk guy out of the bar because he got too close to you. you scold him as you both walk through the crowded venue. you’re grateful for his actions, but embarrassed by his short temper.
when reiner finds a booth for you to sit in he doesn’t waste time in bringing you into his lap. you’re sat right on his crotch, not oblivious to the fact that he was already hard under his pants. seeing you in your outfit made him horny and the adrenaline of the incident from earlier didn’t help.
reiner can barely keep his hands to himself all night. it’s too easy to reach into your skirt and touch you, which you’re failing to keep him from doing. your petite hands grab into his large wrist, attempting him to stop his actions as he reaches his hand further and further up.
“babe, stop. what if someone sees?”, your cheeks burn as you whisper to him. reiner’s pupils are blown out, he wants you. and he doesn’t care who’s looking.
“so what? they’ll see me pleasuring my girl”
-in a bad mood all night since he doesn’t like parties or drinking, but he hates the idea of someone trying something with you much more
-watches you like a hawk, making sure you’re not drinking too much and ensuring you hydrate properly
-if someone tries to touch you they won’t get a chance because their wrist is already bent behind their back
levi doesn’t hover you as much as everyone else. he lets you be with your group of friends while he’s with his. he knows you can handle yourself, but if you’re drinking he knows you won’t be as aware of your surroundings. you’re not too far away from him, but every few moments he glances at you to make sure no one is bothering you. he doesn’t mind people coming up and talking to you, but won’t accept anything further than that.
levi keeps his eye on a blonde man with large glasses across the bar who is constantly looking at you. you’re busy talking with your friends, not noticing him. levi waits for the man to move closer to you before he abruptly leaves his table. before the stranger has a chance to approach you with a hand low on your waist, levi bends the blonde’s wrist behind his back at an awkward angle. the man groans and curses at levi, asking what his problem is. the commotion catches your attention. you see the hard glare in levi’s eyes and you immediately know the man must’ve been up to something.
“i suggest you don’t touch my woman before you lose an arm”, he threatens coldly. the man whimpers at the position he’s in, apologizing to levi. before security comes over levi lets go of his grip, reaching for you instead.
“let’s go”, he calmly tells you. you lace your fingers with his and quickly leave the bar, not bothering to say goodnight to your friends. on the way the drive home you thank levi by giving him kisses anywhere you can reach. you’re a bit tipsy, which is making you more affectionate than usual, but levi allows it. he tells you to sit back in your seat and wait until you get home to love on him, but you ignore him, wanting him as soon as possible.
after a few minutes of begging for levi to pull over he finally does. you’re quick to show him how grateful you are to him.
-can’t stand when people come up and talk to you
-doesn’t hesitate to make it obvious you’re together
-since he’s so tall he easily intimidates other guys
as soon as jean leaves your table to get a drink from the bar a handsome boy with thick, dark brown hair and green eyes approaches you. he introduces himself and you politely smile at him. you look at jean who has his back turned to you as he waits for the bartender to finish your drinks.
the boy makes small talk with you, which you’re uninterested in. sometimes you’re too nice for your own good and it’s hard for you to turn people down. while the boy is talking you try to subtly give him hints you’d rather not be. jean notices your body language as he walks back to the table. you tune the boy out as he continues to talk about himself.
“she’s not interested”, you hear. you sigh in relief as you hear jean’s voice fill your ears.
“here you go, baby”, he says to you softly, kissing your cheek and handing you your drink. you take it and smile appreciatively at him. the boy that was failing to talk to you scoffs, asking jean who he thinks he is.
“her boyfriend, now get lost”, jean dismisses him. the boy looks like he wants to say something, but jean towers over him, intimidating him and making him walk away. you rest your head in your boyfriend’s chest, enjoying his comfort.
“thank you”, your voice vibrates against him. jean kisses your head and wraps his arm around you.
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