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also has a tongue piercing
✣﹕BAD ATTITUDES﹕✣ eren yeager ۫
❪✧❫ ───( synopsis ) plug!eren gets sick of hearing that smart mouth from his bimbo girlfriend.
˙ ˖ ✧ — content warning : minors do not interact, fem! reader, female anatomy described, black coded, she/her pronouns, modern au, third pov, plug!eren, bimbo!girlfriend, chubby reader, eren has a tongue piercing, eren with long hair omg, missionary, oral (f receiving), tatted eren, reader has belly button piercing, use of pet names and profanity such as ꒰ mama, baby ꒱ authors note : think this is the first request i've written, and i loved the vision i had for this. send more requests! also check out my wips, and stay tuned. word count: 1.2k.
“daddy, m’ so sorry.”
eren just hummed in response, keeping his pace, stroking you deep, watching your white cream coat his dick. he’s heard those apologies too many times to know the only way to break your habit was to have you like this.
you had come countless times already and he still wasn’t done proving his point. “baby, please. m’ sorry.” you cried again.
“you sorry?” he asked and you nodded, face wet with your tears. “you gon’ stop acting up?”
“yes, i promise. i will.” you felt another orgasam approaching, from how deep eren was hitting but you knew better than to push at his stomach, it’d just be much worse for you.
“i still don’t believe you princess, go ‘head get crying for me.” he smirked, rubbing the fat of your tummy.
you knew you should’ve just left him alone after he told you what happened, but seeing the aggressive side of eren turned you on too much. and he just looked so good.
it’s how you got here.
“why you being so quiet mama? i did sum’?”
he knows he did. it’s why right after he did it he came over to your place, texted you to come outside, and tried to butter you up, flashing those emerald eyes your way and that smirk, his hair down because he knows you love him that way. had a pre-rolled blunt ready just for you, but when you refused his kiss, he knew something was up.
"where were you 'ren?" you folded your arms, which caused your perky tits to prop up in the little black tank top you wore, back against the passenger door. the pudge in your stomach on display showcasing your belly jewelry.
he blew smoke out of his mouth, giving you a glimpse of the jewelry on his tongue, he turned his head to look at you, and licked his lips, "i was just out with connie nd' jean, why wassup?" brent faiyaz played lowly in his car, smoke clouding the air.
instead of continuing with your questions, you cut right to it, "you went racing without me? you told me you wouldn't, and then i see connie post you guys racing and he was sitting in my spot–" before you could continue he started laughing. "eren! it's not funny."
eren always took you out street racing with him. you were like his little reward after he'd beat someone because he never lost, he loved to have you in his passenger seat while he raced. and you both loved the thrill.
"baby, we were racing some fucker who thought his car was faster than mine on the street, it wasn't a car meetup or nun' like that. i told you i wouldn't, you think i would lie to you?" his tatted hand rubbed your thigh and you rolled your eyes. "huh?"
"no," you said quietly.
"ight' then, now why the fuck you still got an' attitude, i told you what happened." his voice was a bit rougher now which made you more annoyed. you might’ve been in the wrong but you didn’t care.
“cause you were still racing without me, and then you come see me and somehow it’s my fault,” you rambled.
“keep talking shit, yn. go ahead.” he threatened, but you were already started now. you had a short temper, there was only one way to get you to calm down and he knew it.
“leave me alone. i don’t even know why i came outside in the first place, it’s not even like your my boyfriend or anything, right?” you grabbed your slides and slid them on, ready to go back into the house until he grabbed your arm. “eren, i don’t have time for this shit, let me go.”
“nah, you got me fucked up. c’mon let’s go fix that attitude.” he took his keys out the ignition and urged you to get out the car.
“you can't just dick me down every time you don’t like what i got to say, eren.” you stayed seated and he raised his eyebrow. causing you to scoff and finally, get out of the car.
he followed closely behind you while you mumbled under your breath. “you still talking? hm?” you simply ignored him and unlocked your door, going straight into your room and sitting down on your bed, arms crossed.
after eren locked the door behind you and met you inside your room he eyed you. you could tell by his demeanor he was mad. sometimes you forgot how much taller eren was than you. he pulled off his white tee, revealing his chest tattoos, the peak of calvin klein beneath his black sweatpants, and the dark happy trail that disappeared into them.
“take off your clothes, yn.” he snapped and you rolled your eyes again. pulling your black tank top off, and slipping your grey shorts off, leaving you in just your red panties. “you ever get tired of talking shit baby?”
he stood in front of you on the bed and you just stared up at him, he knew he wasn’t getting a response so he just eased you until you were laying on your back.
“i spend all my money on you, take care of you, fuck you good, flaunt you around, and you have the audacity to say i’m not your boyfriend?” he tsked, pulling your panties off. “you and that smart ass mouth, hold your thighs fa' me mama.”
from their eren edged you for lord knows how long, until you begged him to let you cum.
he still didn’t let you, pretended he couldn’t hear a word you were saying, moaning into your pussy, and slurping you all up. the jewelry on his tongue heightening every lick.
he smacked your hand away when you tried to bury it in his long hair, and when he was finally done eating he pulled his sweatpants off, tapping his tip against your clit.
“you can cum as many times you want baby,” he kissed you then proceeded to wrap his hand around your throat when he slid in.
and you did, you came until you couldn’t anymore. now, you were begging him to stop and to slow down. that's where you were now.
“daddy, m’ so sorry.”
eren just hummed in response, keeping his pace, stroking you deep, watching your white cream coat his dick. you had come countless times already and he still wasn’t done proving his point. “baby, please. m’ sorry.” you cried again.
“you sorry?” he asked and you nodded, face wet with your tears. “you gon’ stop acting up?”
“yes, i promise. i will.” you felt another orgasam approaching, from how deep eren was hitting but you knew better than to push at his stomach, it’d just be much worse for you.
“i still don’t believe you, princess, go ‘head get crying for me.” he smirked, rubbing the fat of your tummy.
"baby, m' sorry, please." your thighs shook, but he just took his time, wrapping his hand back around your throat, the pressure making you cum harder around him this time.
your walls fluttering around his length, "you can keep saying you're sorry mama, im still not done with this pussy." his eyes meet with where you two connected and he attached this thumb to your clit.
stroking it softly, your legs beginning to shake again. you reached for his hand, the overstimulation was too much for you to bear. "move your hand. move your fucking hand." he cursed and you sobbed moving it out of the way.
"daddy." you pouted.
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