—i said don’t be a bitch!
dom!tate mcrae x bratty!reader
💋— tate has told you plenty of times don’t act up in public, you listen, but sometimes where’s the fun in really listening to your girlfriend?
warnings: tates a huge tease at first, whimpering, small makeout, profanity, finger sucking, slight fingering (r receiving), use of pet names (puppy, mommy, angel, good girl), love marks, degradation
a/n: mommy’s day special 👀 also cis my gfs a cutie and wanted me to write so bad
the house was quiet, the first floor of your shared house with your girlfriend tate was absolutely quiet no noise was heard. only noise that could be heard was the soft beat of novacane by frank ocean playing in the bedroom, you sat in the bed sprawled out like a starfish. you had finished getting ready over 10 minute ago, while tate was still deciding her outfit.
the boredom got to you quickly, you flipped over to your stomach the bed sheets seeming to be the only thing interesting you. tate seeming had already her outfit in mind just a simple black tank with black bootcut jeans that hugged her everywhere perfectly. she spotted you on the bed, a small smile appearing on her face.
“hi angel.” she said in a soft hum. you immediately turned over seeing her outfit. she crawled next to you on the bed.
“you look so pretty.” you said, propping yourself up on your hands.
“says you.” she smiled, sitting on her knees next to you. she lifted yourself your chin up higher so you could meet her halfway. she kissed you softly, her plush lips connecting with yours. the kiss was soft and passionate, like she missed the feeling of yours lips on hers, as if you guys hadn’t kissed before that.
she slid her tounge inside your mouth with such ease, you let out the smallest whimper escaping you. she smiled slightly, her finger trailing down your chest, to your black leggings, letting her hand disappear down to your underwear. your eyes shut closer, sucking in a small breath, your hips bucking up slightly.
“so eager, puppy.” tate said in your lips. she pulled back a string of salvia keeping you too together.
“please, mommy, i need you.”
“we have places to be, yeah?” tate teased, pushing aside your underwear, letting her finger slide in with ease. she curled it upwards. you let a breathy moan escape you, gripping onto tates hand trying to push her more towards you.
“be a good girl today, you might get a prize.”
she pulled her finger out swiftly, putting the tip of her finger to your lips, sliding it across your bottom lip. you smiled at her, taking her finger into your mouth, lightly sucking on it while maintaining eye contact with her.
“don’t be a bitch today, okay?” she said leaning closer to your ear, a soft whisper.
so that’s what you did, for the most part you listened! til you just got really bored.
so here you were at a store, you sat down next to tate in a fitting room, she was trying on a new top, a white baby tee.
“does this look cute?” she said looking at herself in the mirror, fixing the shirt slightly.
and really that’s it took to set her off. she eyed you in the corner.
“what’s your problem, why are you giving attitude?”
“nothing, don’t worry.” you said brushing it off.
“i said don’t be a bitch, didn’t i?” tate turned around facing you, she went between your legs, lifting your chin up.
“we’re going home.” she said, already changing back into her regular clothes. she grabbed your hand, enough to make you slightly wince at how much force she was grabbing. tate walked you out of the store into the car parked in the back.
“what was the first thing i told you.” tate said, her voice becoming more stern, she opened the back door, pushing you inside.
“behave.” you said, scooting backwards so she could have room to get in.
“and you do the exact opposite of what i tell you, hm?”
well yes, if one thing was right about you. you’d do anything to get tate mad, because well she gets like this.
she pulled you up by your neck of the shirt, bringing you closer in the slightly cramped but spacious car. she attacked your lips with hers, the kiss turning more heated and messier than earlier.
tate couldn’t hold back anymore, she had you straddle her lap, pulling you closer to her lap if that was even possible? your shirt was tossed somewhere in the front seat. her lips trailed off, her hands getting more curious, as they found your leggings. you slightly lifted off, helping her take them off.
“you really think you deserve this? after how you behaved?” tate spoke against your neck, sucking small marks onto your neck.
“no-“ you cut yourself off, when you felt tate move aside your underwear, the cool air of the car washing over you. she wasted no time and plunged two fingers into your cunt. a breathy moan escaping you, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“you’re just such a needy girl, can’t even let mommy shop in peace.”
she spoke lifting her head away, looking at you, “look at me.”
you obeyed, your head now faced her, your eyes shutting for a moment, she took her fingers out.
“didn’t i say look at me?” her voice becoming not rough.
“yes mommy.” you said a small pant leaving you, keeping eye contact with tate.
“good.” she smiled, her finger collecting more of it slick, circling your clit.
“please, tate l need this so bad.”
“you misbehaved, only good girls get to cum.” she whispered to you.
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