— GRINDING SLOWLYYYY !! '
STARRING - the one and only, eren jeager .
SYNOPSIS - so very sadly, you get into an argument with your boyfriend, eren. hours later you still seem to be bitchy about it, so once eren has the chance to ,, he fucks it out of you.
A / N - this is for you mak baby \ (≧▽≦) / ! i hope you enjoyy ( yes. i AM reusing a header, im running out ;(. i also got lazy at the end, spare me ) @katsumak
every argument with eren went exactly the same. you’d argue, he’d soften up—end up apologizing and you’d forgive him.
so why was this time so different? well, after he let a certain name slip from his lips while you two were arguing, like “bitch” .. you knew you wouldve put your hands on him if you kept speaking to him. it was honestly baffling to you how he could use such words to his beloved girlfriend. its like you were having a gossiping session with your thoughts as you sat in the bathroom, rethinking each word that was spoken between you two during the fight, and cursing him and his actions to yourself. you were genuinely so angry, he knew you hated that word. no matter who called you it, and honestly you wouldn’t put him saying that just to piss you off past him. you knew he was a jerk like that, and you knew his tactics to piss you off during a fight ALWAYS worked. so were you surprised when you found yourself slamming you twos shared bedroom door right infront of his face? no. you were absolutely fuming. you heard his voice behind the door, “ seriously? you think isolating yourself is gonna make shit any better?? youre a fucking child. ” , all you could do to respond to that was to roll your eyes as you climbed up onto you twos bed and whisper “ ‘fuck up..” under your breath. and after a few moments, you heard a sigh and a pair of footsteps retreating from the door. and that, was the last time you heard anything from your boyfriend. and you were glad it was, because the more you thought about the incident , even if it was hours later , the more it pissed you off. if he wasnt a six foot tall hunk, youd totally lay him out. but sadly, reality calls and..your still no match for him. you decided to call it a night, and take a shower. you couldnt feel shitty physically and mentally, so one had to get fixed.
you slowly open your eyes, it was dim in your room, the only light shining in there was a small my melody tap-to-light lamp eren had got you as one of your gifts for your birthday that was sitting on your nightstand. your eyes drift over to the little alarm that was next to it.
“ 3 : 1 0 AM ”
you let out a soft sigh, your pink covers falling off your shoulders as you slowly rose to sit up. you rub your eyes and looked beside you, nobody was there. seems he had gone off to the spare room. good riddance. honestly, if it wasnt for your shitty mood he put you in, you’d feel amazing right now. the vanilla scented body scrub you had used before you fell asleep still lingered on your skin, and stuck onto the shirt which laid oversized on you, who belonged to eren. he loved it when you wore this—it made him crave you. too bad he was acting up, you win some, you lose some. you slowly walked out your room and went downstairs to get a glass of water, but thats when you stopped in your tracks, and rolled your eyes. why was he here and why right now? he turned his head swiftly to meet the noise he heard, and was greeted by your mean eyes that laid on him. you shake your head subtly, and walked past him without even saying a word, going in the cabinet and grabbing a glass before you heard his deep voice fill your ears. “why ‘you up so late?” you place the cup down on the counter, a clanking noise following. you turned around to stare up at him. “whys it concern you?? worry ‘bout yourself and what you got going on.” … there was silence for a moment before he cocked his head back and made a face towards you. “ fucks wrong with you?? dont have an attitude with me because you’re still pissy about something that happened twelve hours ago. ” you snap your head around so u can meet his eyes. and knowing yourself, you were gonna argue back. “ first of all, the only reason im still in a pissy mood is because you like to act like a jerk towards me knowing damn well the shit you say really gets to me. so yes, im still mad over something that happened twelve hours ago .” he sighed and pushed off the counter he was leaning on, walking over a few steps to stand directly infront of you. he stared down at you and tilted his head, a dumb smirk plastered on his face. he always did this, tried to butter you up after a argument so youd stop being mad at him, but you werent having it right now. “ baby, i really dont know who youre talking to like that, but you need to chill. ” your face contorted. “ who else would i be talking to?? ” he rolled his eyes and grabbed the filled glass from you, regarding it elsewhere on the counter. “what are you—” “shut up.” he grunted softly and swiftly lifted you on the counter—his body in between your thighs which were parted slightly because of that. he glanced down slightly and caught glimpse of his favorite pair of panties you owned. the lacy black sheer pair you usually only wore when you were trying to get attention. his heart pounded and he chuckled under his breath. “ you couldn’t be anymore tempting..you come out here to seduce me or somethin’ ? ” you sucked your teeth and looked to the side, “ why would i do anything for you when you ain’t even acting right? ” he raised an eyebrow. “i dont have to ‘ act right ’ for my girlfriend to show me some love. and this attitude you got goin on?? isnt cute . ” you narrow your eyes at him as he snakes a hand up your thigh. “cmon, lighten up a bit. im tryin to be nice.” , “you should be being nice. your the one that fucked up.” he sighed and stared dead into your eyes, grabbing your jaw and shaking it in a playful way. “i gotta get you to soften up in a different way??” you nudged his hand away , looking at him. “ you really think you deserve it?? ” he rolled his eyes, coming closer as he grabbed your face again. “girl. stop playing with me.” he kissed you right after he let those words fall from his lips. his hands grip the fat of your hips, massaging them ever so slightly. you grumbled softly but eventually kissed back, one thing led to another and the kiss was getting sloppy. you were trapping him in between your legs at this rate, grinding up against his body pathetically as he smashed his lips up against yours. he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two. “you forgive me yet..?” you raise your eyebrow,
“i aint that easy.”
“yea ok.”













