a b u s e d

6

I suck.... s-sorry

Warning (!)

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"Honey I'm home!"

Eren froze.

He knew that tone all to well.

Erwin was pissed. More than usual.

Slowly, Eren moved to the counter fumbling to put away the knives inside a drawer.

Not wanting a repeat of what happened the last time Erwin was this angry.

Even the people in the E.R were becoming skeptical.

"There you are."

Eren wasn't facing him but he knew his face wore a devilish grin.

Eren could hear the sickening sweetness that dripped from his voice.

He hesitantly turned around hearing Erwin make his way over to where he stood.

He stood directly in front of Eren, towering over him.

Eren flinched on instinct when he raised his hand, only to have him run his hand through Eren's hair.

He stepped closer, pressing his and Eren's bodies together.

"You've been a bad today."

He whispered still caressing Eren's hair.

"I have?" Eren asked unsure of what he could have done.

He nodded, "What did he want?"

Eren's eyes widened.

He couldn't possibly know.

"W-who?"

He yanked Eren's hair making him hiss.

"Don't play dumb. He came here today. Why?"

"I-I don't know..."

The counter edge dug into Eren's back as he continued leaning on Eren.

He chuckled moving his hand from Eren's hair to glid across his cheek.

"Eren you know I don't like liars.."

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Eren's Pov

We were now in the bedroom, I knew where this was going but I didn't cry out.

I couldn't.

He can't help it.

He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing his lips onto mine. I closed my eyes and let him have his way with my mouth.

He can't help it.

He had his hand up my shirt, running them over my bruised stomach while the other undid my pants. They fell to the floor around my ankles.

He can't help it.

I squirmed when his hands begun to make their way into my boxers but quickly stopped when I felt his grip on my hip.

He pushed me backwards down onto the bed, crawling on right after.

He tugged down my boxers.

"P-please... I'm still sore.." I whimpered when my boxers were fully off.

He ignored my plead and kissed at my neck. His hands explored my inner thighs and then my member.

He can't help it.

I whimpered feeling him stroke me.

I bit my lip quieting my cries knowing it would only make things worse.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

He can't help it.

Without warning Erwin lined himself up at my entrance, and slammed into me without any prep.

I felt blood crawl its way down my thighs.

My screams echoed off our plain walls for hours to come as he did to me what he loves the most:

Torture.

But I would grow to forgive him time and time again cause...

He can't help it.