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summary: eren yeager is a toxic boyfriend but he’s your toxic boyfriend.
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Eren: I miss you [2:14 a.m.]
Eren: I know you’re not sleeping right now. [2:20 a.m]
Eren: This silent treatment isn’t cute. [2:21 a.m]
Well he is right. You’re not asleep. While you didn’t have the best sleep schedule, you didn’t have Eren’s outright insomnia.
And knowing him, he was probably on something too. Stimulants, molly, coke, whatever. Again, it wasn’t like you didn’t indulge and hell with Eren, you did more than your fair share of indulging.
In retrospect, he was the one who brought you into this-his lifestyle.
You think in retrospect too much these days. You think of how self reflection preludes the epiphany, and you wonder if all this sudden hindsight is pushing you in the direction of this path: Break up with Eren Yeager.
You could pretend you were fantasizing about breaking up because it was the right thing to do. The healthy thing to do. You can kind of visualize his reaction too, his viridian eyes widening, the mirth filled laughter, the strings of insults, and you could imagine him saying, “Yeah fucking right. Who do you think you are?”
The truth is, you wanted to hurt him a little. Just to feel like you had something over him. You deserve some spite in this push-pull, take/everything/until /I/have/nothing/left/to/give relationship.
And it’s not like the break up would be permanent. Jesus no, a life without Eren Yeager isn’t a life at all. It’s agonizing purgatory. At least Eren gave you the kind of hell people would pray to have.
Eren: Answer me [2:25]
Eren: You like this don’t you? You like it when I’m desperate. [2:35]
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t. It was more enjoyable than when Eren would go no contact without a warning. A little hypocritical of him to demand your attention when you felt like you had to always beg for his.
Eren: I’m coming over [2:37]
Fuck. fuck, fuck. Not good at all.
You break out of your musings, and your fingers fly over your phone’s keyboard, all the determination of being hell bent to ignore him gone. Difference between you and Eren is that he can really commit to the role.
wait, wait. ur prolly not even fit to drive. pls don’t be a reckless danger to ppl who don’t deserve it. [2:38]
Eren: So now you decide to text back. And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? [2:38]
you know what i mean eren. please don’t be difficult rn. [2:38]
Eren: Fuck, I hate you sometimes. So much. “please don’t be difficult” [2:39}
Eren: And yes, fine, I am drunk. I’m still coming over, idc. [2:39]
You squeezed your eyes shut. Eren was quite good at holding his liquor so naturally he drank a lot.
that’s literally so wildly irresponsible. you’re going 2 crash your car. AGAIN. or worse... [2:41]
Eren: Cute, you’ll care if I die. And I’m taking an Uber. [2:41]
thanks. [2:43]
You didn’t really mean to thank him for an action that was the epitome of basic human decency (and not to mention, did he even ask if he could come over), but you sent the text before you took the time to dwell on it.
You debate pouring a shot or two for liquid courage. Why is it fair that he got to be the drunk one?
But the logical part of you, which somehow hadn’t eroded away, advised against it.
It’s 3:24 A.M when you hear the pounding on your door. Jesus, does he really have no consideration for your neighbors?
You let out a deep breath before unlocking the door.
The thing about Eren Yeager is that he’s stupidly beautiful.
And one can never get used to looking at him. Right now his messy dark hair is pulled into a bun, fringes over viridian green eyes and dark circles underneath, with a handsome slender face perpetually set in a blank expression.
Right now that pretty face was wearing a scowl.
The stench of vodka clung to his hoodie as he made his way past you without ever so much as a greeting. He plops down on your couch, limbs all over the place. You stand over him.
“Sit down, babe” He drawls.
“No, I want to know why you’re here.” You try to be firm, a hand on your hip.
He sighs, “I told you I missed you didn’t I? You ignored me the entire day, of course I want to see you.”
He pats his lap. You decide to ignore this and decide to head to the kitchen for some much needed aspirin, before he grabs your wrist, pulling you into his lap.
You squeak in surprise which he chuckles at. His hands are wrapped around your waist, and his legs between your knees, and to put some space you put your hands on his shoulders.
“I ignored you for a reason. You were being so immat-”
The words die in your throat as he leaves trailing butterfly kisses on the smooth of your neck, his slender fingers touching the underside of your breasts, his hair tickling your chin.
“N-No Eren, don’t attempt to distract me--I was saying something.”
Your attempts to flee his hold are half-hearted which he notices. He smiled mischievously and a hand tilts your chin towards him. He steals a kiss, and his lips leave yours before you could even taste it.
“Sorry sweetheart. Your lips just looked so soft. What were you saying?”
You’re admittedly a little mesmerized, the gentleness of his adoring ministrations coloring your cheeks. But no! Eren doesn’t get out to pull the good-and-sweet boyfriend persona to pull himself out of difficult conversations.
Even though you were currently straddling him, you decided to use the same eye level contact to your advantage. Eren was unfairly tall, towering over your frame when you guys were side by side.
You took a deep breath, “I was saying that you were being really immature. Why do you always have to pick a fight with Jean? He wasn’t even doing anything Eren, and you punched him?!”
His wandering hands, the ones currently situated on the span of your waist, grip into your flesh. Your thin shirt does nothing to protect against the slight pain of when his fingers dig into your skin.
He looks at you with cold eyes like the act of explaining himself was a chore,”I’m really not in the mood to hear you talk about other men. And you don’t want to get me in a bad mood.”
Fuck. There it was. The underlying threats embedded in his words.
His hands leave your waist but you’re not granted reprieve as they sneak underneath your shirt, his cold hands directly in contact with the warmth of your body making you flinch.
“I don’t care Eren. Frankly, you’re always in a shitty mood, and do you know how embarrassing it is to hang out with our friends if you’re some ticking time bomb around Jean-”
Eren’s green eyes flash vindictively, “He was flirting with you! Was I supposed to just take that and watch Jean Horseface Fucking Kristein slobber all over my girlfriend?”
You grit your teeth in indignation, “Eren Yeager! Jean was not flirting with me. Has your mind chosen to conveniently forget that he is dating Mikasa now? Who he’s been in love with for as long as I’ve known him?”
His smile is cruel and you couldn’t but gasp when he pinches your nipple after rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers, “You love reminding me of the fact you guys have known each other for a long time huh? Childhood friends and all that.”
“That’s not the point! St-stop twisting this back to me.”
You should have known it was pointless to argue from such an intimate position, as one arm kept you locked around him, leaving the other to fondle your breasts. You were getting wet, and judging from the erection poking out his jeans, he’d been hard for some time too.
His lips linger above your ears, “Maybe you liked that he was flirting with you. You always had a crush on him right?”
You reel your head back with vigor, “When I was like twelve Eren! You’re crazy.”
He pretends to consider this before softly uttering the words, “Maybe I am” and then captures your lips in a searing kiss.
It starts out softly enough before he kisses with you the force of a man deprived.. Noticing that you weren’t responding, his teeth bit down on the pink of your lips earning a pained grasp that let him slip his tongue through.
You were more trying to break out of the kiss than participate in it, but as long as you were responding, Eren didn’t care. His kiss was rough and forceful, hands kneading to the firmness of your ass.. He sucked on your lower lip, as if to amend for the teeth that sank in.
His hands get caught in your hair, while his clothed dick rutting against the warmth pooling between your legs. And you’re suddenly too aware what you’re doing is following a direction you didn’t intend it to.
“Mmmfgh-” You beat your fists against his chest, and in a moment of viscous revenge, you decide to bite his lip even harder than he bit yours.
You didn’t really need to, you supposed. Because when he noticed your small fists, he had already started to reel back. You just wanted to draw some blood, maybe. A string of saliva escapes both of your mouths as you seperate.
Instead of being shocked, he just looks...dazed. His tongue darts at the blood with an almost contemplative expression.
He smirks, “Didn’t know you had it in you.”
Internally, you roll your eyes. Of course he liked that.
You break yourself out from his grip, putting some necessary distance between you two, “Ok, Eren. You’re drunk, and we don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”
Of course what you’re really thinking is: We don’t want to do something I’ll regret.
He points to his hardened member, “Do you really think I’d be sporting this if I had whiskey dick?”
You shake your head,”I don’t care. I’m tired and I’m going to sleep and you can take the couch.”
He nods, much to your surprise. With Eren Yeager, something you never really get is compliance. You mutter a goodbye, and head towards your room, exhaustion finally hitting you.
You collapse on the bed, and ten minutes later you’re awakened by shuffling and stirring of a person next to you, You yawn, completely unsurprised that Eren managed to weasel himself into bed with you.
He kisses the top of your head, “Just go to sleep. I promise I won’t try anything.”
You nod, dozing off as his fingers rub circles on exposed skin.