iiii. backfire

warning :: sexual content?? (not much at all) // aggression.

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Eren probably stared at you for 30 minutes before he finally reached out, giving in to the temptation to grasp your flesh. God, how he loved you and how you fit him perfectly. You were made for him, like the other half of his puzzle, and it became painfully obvious as he recalled last night's memories.

You both moved in sync.

He lets his thumb graze over your nipple and admires the marks he's left on you. Even as you stir, he doesn't let up, moving to tease the other as well. Your eyes flutter open, but you're not really seeing, not just yet. You feel him before you see him, so when your vision finally clears...

You're met with an ethereal view. Eren's hair is messy and loose. His shoulders, chest, and arms are covered in scratch marks-you didn't want to see his back, but you could imagine. His eyes are that same piercing green that you constantly get lost in.

You grab his hand, blushing as he hovers so close to you that you almost feel you can't breathe. He captures your hand in his, the contrast between his naturally tan skin and your beautiful dark skin connecting in a way that you can only describe as perfect. He leans in, hiding his face in your hair and the pillow beneath you, "Good morning, Y/n."

"Eren? Wh-What..." You sigh, merely stopping to mentally scold yourself for stuttering. You try again, "What are you doing? I'm surprised you didn't wake me up sooner..."

He lifts to look at you silently, and you marvel at his clear skin, distinct sharp features, and captivating eyes. His stare doesn't leave or waver, and you don't know what to do, so you look away. Next comes his husky laugh. "What? To kick you out? I'm not here to play children's games. I want you to get over this... fear.. and accept my feelings. I'm feeling neglected here," he juts his bottom lip out in an insanely cute way, and you smile, looking away again shyly.

"Y-You're killing me, Ren," you whisper, resting on your arm and tugging the covers over your chest. "There's no way having such strong feelings so soon is healthy."

"I don't know if it is, but I know it's true," he raises your hand up to his chest, and you feel his heart beating. Hard. "And if that's not enough..."

He trails your hand down farther despite you tensing up and instinctively trying to pull away. Just a few seconds of hovering over his intense warmth was enough to get his point across. Still, he let you feel it, ... albeit through the covers. You gulped silently at how big it felt in your hand.

Since he won't let you move away, you've decided to take matters into your own hands, gripping his length through the covers and enjoying the way he sucks in a sharp breath.

"Oh, sweetheart... I doubt you want dick to be the first thing in your mouth this morning, but that's what's about to happen," he grips your wrist and gently pulls you off.

Eren sits up, caressing your tear-stained cheeks, smirking as he remembers when the first tear fell last night. When you could hardly take anymore,... when he made you submit by fucking you how you wanted, needed. Relentlessly.

"Eren, I need to brush my teeth and shit..." You tried to act nonchalant-like you had a chill attitude, but he could see through you.

"Go do that," he mutters, smirking just barely.

"But... I need my clothes. Where are they?"

He reaches for your panties on the other side and holds them up, "Oh, yeah, here you go."

"Eren!" But he only laughs when you hit him and reach for his shirt.

"Wear this instead," he tells you, and by the look on his face, he's not joking about that.

"You can't just hand me my pants and my shirt??"

He blinks at you, and you sigh, rolling your eyes and snatching it from his hands. You slip it on quickly and get up suddenly, gasping when you almost fall from how weak and sore your legs are.

Eren slips on some sweatpants, and before you know it, he's swooping you up in his strong arms and carrying you to the bathroom. You didn't have much time to explore his place last night... but from the look of his large bedroom and bathroom, it was clearly a nice apartment.

"I feel like we need to run you a warm bath, hm?" He chuckles, and there's pride in his tone.

"Lemme brush my teeth first," you mumble. "Wait, do you even have a toothbrush for me?"

He nods, propping you up on his bathroom counter gently, and notices how you wince when the cold marble hits your thighs. "Yeah, need me to do that for you too?" He grins, thinking he's so funny.

You roll your eyes again, "No. I can do it." You watch as he bends beside your legs and reaches for his backup toothbrush in his cabinet beneath the sink.

"You know," he grunts as he straightens back up and hands you the toothbrush. "The only thing keeping me from fixing your eye problem is your sore legs."

It took you a second to realize what he meant as you mugged him in confusion, but as soon as it clicked, your face straightened out. It was a habit. A habit that you use to express yourself a lot. You loved to roll your eyes.

And later on, you'll continue to, just to see what he'll do... but for now, you can't afford any more damage to your legs. And just body in general.

He slides the toothpaste over to you and then walks to the tub, running the water and adding soap to create the perfect bubble bath. "Glad to know you take me seriously."

Something in your chest twists painfully, and you purse your lips to keep from saying anything-anything that could cost you your legs. Eren looks back and smirks at your bothered expression, but you turn away as much as you can without actually moving, and you brush your teeth.

Eren's smirk widens as he turns around, folding his arms over his strong chest. "I want you to say it." You can't help but pause and look at him slowly.

"Huh?"

"Say you take me seriously. Go on, let's hear it. You wouldn't have a problem with that, would you?" He tilts his head to the side as he awaits your response. "Tell me who's in charge here."

You had been biting your lip as he spoke, simply to keep your words under control, having no doubt he'd probably do something else just to spite you. But now? Nahhh...

"Tryna silence a black woman??" You say, smirking to yourself as he clearly is caught off guard.

"Don't make it about that," he says, and he opens his mouth to say something else, but you cut him off.

"Just calling it how I see it," you shrug, leaning forward slowly and smirking. "Wigga."

He gasps dramatically, placing a hand on his chest as if hurt, "You take that back."

You grin, dimples popping out for the first time around him. "You stupid," you laugh. He smiles, walking toward you, settling himself in between your legs and kissing your lips with a gentle sensuality to it that makes you feel like you're melting.

"Your bath is ready," he whispers against your lips before looking up into your eyes, his lashing flicking up with them.

"You look like a damn girl," you whisper back.

"Thank you," he says as he furrows his brows in confusion. You giggle and try to wiggle off of the counter, but you stop and wince as pain jolts up your body.

"I didn't tell you to move," he says, tugging on the oversized shirt. You lift your arms, allowing him to slip it off of you. He lifts you up bridal style, just as he did earlier, and gradually sits you in the bathtub, smiling at how you tense and your grip tightens just a bit. "I got you."

You sigh softly as you adjust to the temperature of the water, settling into the tub.

"I'll be right back, Clover," he says, thinking about how much he enjoys your tattoos. "Imma get some breakfast on."

"Okay," you smile and watch as he leaves the bathroom. The only thing that could be heard was the occasional shuffling as Eren walked around his apartment room and the sound of water trickling as you sometimes shifted. You leaned back, letting your head rest against the tub wall.

After only what you guess was 5-10 minutes, he comes back in.

"Who's Jean?" He suddenly asks, making your head snap up in surprise. "He's texting you."

"You went through my phone?"

"No, your phone lit up when the message came through, and I saw it," he says honestly, folding his arms again. "Is he someone I need to worry about?"

"Eren, it's not like..." You shake your head, deciding against saying what you were about to say, "Never mind. No, he's not."

"Okay," he narrows his eyes. "But he messaged you. In a... friendly manner, if you know what I mean. You should just see it for yourself."

You had an idea of what he meant, considering you knew how flirty Jean was, especially since... that night. You sigh, slowly standing up and reaching for the folded towel on the rack beside the tub. You tugged and wrapped the towel around you securely. Or as securely as a towel can get. You threw your wild hair in a bun and walked into the bedroom.

Once you see your phone on Eren's nightstand, you grab it, pulling up Jean's contact.

You sigh internally as you read his message. "So, why does he wanna meet you in private??" Eren's voice startles you and you turn toward him and you're surprised by his proximity.

"I. I don't really know. He probably wants to talk about something," you say, leaving out any real details.

"Like what?"

"Like... the weatherrr?? I don't know, Eren," you sigh, crossing your arms. "Could I get some clothes?" You move past him, making him spin around and grab your arm.

"There's something going on between you two, isn't there?" He looks directly into your eyes.

You furrow your brows, yanking away from him. "Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what??"

"Like I owe you an explanation," you say back with zero hesitation.

"You think you don't owe me an explanation?" Eren scoffs in disbelief.

"Why would I?? We're not together, and with as much shit that you talk, I doubt you're any different than these niggas out here in the street that I hear from other women. You're not gonna fool me, okay? So stop acting like you have a fucking right to know anything about me just 'cause you fucked me once."

"That's how you really feel?" Eren says but it sounds like a rhetorical question. "I can see right through this act, Y/n! You're not fooling me. This is my- or would be my first real relationship. I said I wanna try with you!"

"Well, I don't want to try," you mumble. "It's not worth it."

"...How could you be so cold? So you're telling me if we parted ways and never spoke or saw each other again you'd be fine? Completely fine??" He's closer now, brows furrowed in frustration.

"Maybe because I can afford to be right now!" You say, backing up to put distance between the two of you.

"What are you talking about??"

"What I'm talking about is..." You scoff. "If we get together and you break my heart later down the line, I won't be able to get over it! Not as easily. But this,... this I can get over. I can pretend I never met you or you were just another nigga I met at a club."

You felt overwhelmed. This has been your biggest fear since... forever. You scared yourself out of relationships, telling yourself it's not worth it. And in your mind... that's the truth. Why risk it? Why settle for something temporary?

Something in Eren must've snapped at your words because the next thing you knew you were being slammed against the wall and his hand was wrapped around your throat with just enough pressure to be a bit out of breath but not hard enough to hurt you. You gasped, looking at him with wild eyes. "What are you doing??"

He glared at you for a moment, looking as if he wanted to say something but instead, he kissed you. Roughly. "I'm just another what?" He says, a gravelly undertone in his voice.

"Eren, get off of me," you tell him, pushing him a bit so he gets the hint. This was too much for you.

"So, what? You and this Jean character can be involved but we can't be??" He ignores you, growing more annoyed by the second.

"I've known Jean for far longer than you! And you don't even know the whole story! You're acting crazy and possessive over someone who's not even yours!" You push at him again. "You're really starting to piss me off, Eren."

"Did he fuck you?" He asks, trying to get some type of information from you.

"What does it matter?? It wouldn't go nowhere even if we did!"

He kisses you again, putting all of his frustration and anger into it. You push him with all your strength this time. "I said get off!" He backs up and notices the way you're trembling.

"Clover..."

"No, don't even with that shit!" You wipe your lips and rush over to where your clothes are still scattered on the floor. "I'm leaving."

He stays silent, hating himself for giving in to the anger. Giving in to what his family wanted him to be. He watches you storm around, first to the bathroom to quickly slip your clothes on in private and then past him to walk toward the apartment room door.

"Y/n,..."

"Don't," you shake your head, holding back the tears and refusing to look at him. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. I don't even know you. And you seemed so sweet..." You sniff. "But you're a fucking psycho. I don't know who the fuck you think you are... but I don't settle for niggas like you."

With that, you stormed out, feeling so, so stupid for giving into what you promised you wouldn't. You knew this would backfire. You knew it would.