savior ~ eren yeager {18+}

eren

mikasa?

i look down. im naked from the waist down but t my t-shirt is still in tact. brown hair is fanned across the pillow and moonlight is streaking in from the windows.

i was at a club.

now im not?

i take in my surroundings. dingy room. kinda small. i look to my left and spot the bright red digits of an alarm clock.

it's fucking 2 in the morning. i need to go.

i look down and that's when it occurs to me that mikasa isn't the girl in my bed. who is this chick? did we fuck? we had to have fucked because im half naked and we're in bed together.

my cock is freezing so i get out of bed and look for my jeans. it takes a while, but i find them, strewn over a black swivel chair. the memory of seeing mikasa and jean fucking appears abruptly in my mind. i hate it. i hate how she makes me feel. how could she do this? how could she shred me to pieces, only to invite my friend to watch? and how can i still love her as deeply as i do? i hate her.

i -

i hate her.

'you hate who?'

out of nowhere, i hear a voice. your voice. you rake your luscious brown hair out of your face as you sit up, tits bouncing with the movement.

who are you?

i eye you because i'm still utterly confused as to who you are, and why you're here and why i am too.

'who are you?' i ask.

you roll your eyes and smirk as you remove the covers to reveal long, shapely legs. 'i asked first, skeleton. though i probably already know the answer.'

what?

'it's none of your business,' i answer gruffly, pulling my hair into a ponytail as i find my shoes. it's clear i need to leave.

'where are you going?' you ask, in a sultry voice.

'away from you', i growl. i'm losing it. why can't i remember anything? what fucking happened today?

as i get all my stuff i stop at the door. 'what did you call me?' i ask.

you're standing next to the window when you turn, not understanding. 'huh?'

'you called me skeleton before. why?'

you smirk, not saying anything. it turns me on and that just pisses me off.

i grab the door, ready to forget this whole night when you say a single word that i know will haunt me forever.

'y/n'.

you step away from the window, smirk dropped, eyes looking too pretty. 'that's who i am. see you later, skeleton.'

and i don't know if i should leave or if i should stay, and it's the most indecisive i've been in my life. i decide i hate this feeling.

and just because of these weird things you make me feel, i decide i hate you too, y/n.