come argue
eren got you fucked all the way up, and what better way to piss him off than entertaining niggas?
warnings : cursing (use of n-word), crybaby!reader (kinda), underage drinking (they're all 19-20), smut, dacryphilia kink, squirting, toxicity(?) slight cunnilingus, pussy slapping, just nasty ok?? not proofread
you were pissed.
over the passed few weeks, eren rubbed you the wrong way.
on one of the nights he stayed over, you ended up seeing a text come through from some girl he was speaking to before you.
of course, you lost it on his ass. calling him a bunch of names, shoving him around your room, and tossing his shit at him.
once he hit you with that 'i'm not even your boyfriend, you're tweaking,' you kicked him out for good.
now, you genuinely liked eren and actually wanted to be with him, so of course his absence hurt like a motherfucker.
up until you got that message.
your best friend, blessyn, sent a zoomed in screenshot from historia's story.
you had seen it earlier, the post being a picture of her and her girlfriend in a mirror at some party.
but zoomed in? eren was boo'ed up in the background with some bitch you couldn't recognize.
your heart ached seeing that, and you wanted to scream, and cry, and hurt someone. everything under the sun.
but like he said, he's not your man and he can do whatever he wants.
so you took the flexy rods out your hair, did your makeup, put on cheetah halter top you just ordered with your skimpest skirt and heels that hurt too good to walk in, and decided to show your ass at hitch's party.
"mickey look, she in the back just hot." blessyn joked lightly with mikasa from the passenger seat.
you look up at the rearview mirror, seeing the two of them take a quick glance at you.
mikasa, of course, was the driver to the party. however you knew she got too turnt at parties so blessyn would probably be the one driving you all back.
"don't even say nothin. leave me alone." you stopped them once they shared a look, mean mugging them.
they giggled, minding their business.
it doesn't take long to get to hitch's house, pulling into the empty driveway.
the loud music poured from the cracks of the house, already making you excited.
hopefully there was some fine ass nigga willing to entertain your tomfoolery for the night.
when you get in, its a party full of people bumping and grinding to the music.
"birthday shots in the kitchen!" you hear connie yell on the mic, making everyone cheer.
"girl we gotta go!" blessyn yelled, sticking her tongue out and dragging the two of you in there.
you were able to make it to the kitchen before the crowd of people could crush the three of you.
hitch was sitting on the counter with historia, mini don julio bottles in their hands with a smile.
"oh my god you made it! hi!" historia squeals loudly, jumping down from where she was and hugging you tightly.
you squeeze her back, rocking her side to side with a smile.
"onyankopon was asking for you, here! he's over by the dining room." historia informed you, handing you four bottles.
blessyn looped her arm around yours, cheesing like the fucking cheshire cat you knew her to be.
"tryna put me on to mr sexy tonight?" she asked, following you over to the dining room.
you kissed your teeth, tugging her along once you see onyankopon stand up from his seat.
"oh shit. look who came out her lil hidey hole." he teases, holding his arms out to you.
you roll your eyes at him, hugging him back regardless.
"whatchu doing out here sully? not past your bed time?" onyankopon asks, fixing your curls for you.
you knew onyankopon since fifth grade, and ended up being the best of friends since.
"fuck you yanni. i'm looking for the hoes." you joked, handing him one of the bottles from your hand.
he mean mugged you almost immediately, shoving you sideways.
one thing about him? he hated hearing you try to get on niggas, always saying you like 'actin grown' whenever you did.
as if the two of you weren't the same age.
blessyn nudged you immediately, looking between you and onyankopon.
"yanni, blessyn. blessyn, onyankopon." you quickly introduced them, stepping out the way with a eye roll.
he shakes her hand, taking her outfit in while she does the same.
while they occupied themselves, you scooted into onyankopon's seat and popped open your own bottle.
"yo, you drinking the other one?" a voice asks next to you, immediately catching your attention.
you recognize him as one of onyankopon's friends, but you never knew his name.
but whenever you had dinner at onyankopon's, you'd hear him yelling 'raga' over the headset.
he was fine wine. long locs in a low bun, goatee, perfectly round lips, and eyes that yelled 'fuck me' in your face.
maybe you could play around a little bit.
"nah, it's yours if you want it." you winked, holding the bottle out to him.
he licked his lips as he took it from your hands, opening it and drinking from the bottle slowly.
"you got a name, pretty?" he asked, leaning forward so you could hear him over the music.
you nod, biting your lip as your name slips from your mouth.
he nods, repeating it after you as if to test it.
"i know you're raga." you giggle, taking a quick look up and down.
"mm.. how you know about me?" he asks flirtatiously, making you squeal internally.
"with a face like that, how could I not?" you shoot back, tilting your head teasingly.
oh you know you got him on lock by the way he nods his head and stares down your shirt.
now isn't the time to let him know you were the infamous little sister onyankopon talks about.
your phone buzzes, making you finally look away and look down at it.
connie : come get another bottle princess!! connie : in the kitchen, mickey left you one
you look back up at raga, who seemed to be reading the messages with you.
red flag, but you'll let him slide with the eyes he's giving you.
"leaving so soon? i was starting to have fun." he asks, faking a frown.
you giggle, tucking a hair behind your ear. "i'll be back. maybe we could share the next one." you whisper in his ear.
you stood up from your seat and tugged down your skirt, sliding between people to get to the kitchen.
a hand grabs you, making you turn around and mug the person.
eren.
his hair was down, and all he had on was a wife beater.
"nigga get the fuck off of me." you curse immediately, trying to shove him away.
"stop playing with me. who you was sitting with?" eren glared you down, grabbing both your wrists.
you stopped, looking in the direction you just came from.
how long had he been watching you talk to raga, and why didn't you see him?
"you not my nigga right? it's not your fucking business." you threw his words back in his face.
you manage to get one of your hands free, shoving him back as hard as you could.
"ba-" "uh uh! fuck you nigga! you so fucking weird!" you cut him off, looking at him like he was crazy.
eren exhaled, before snatching you up and dragging you outside.
"you wanna argue? come argue then baby."
that's how you ended up in the predicament you were in now.
straddling eren's lap in his drivers seat while he laid back, looking up at you.
"talk, (𝜗ৎ). tell me what's wrong." he said softly, and you know what he's doing when he holds your waist.
what the fuck happened to standing on business?
you heart stuttered the longer you stared down at him.
he was wearing the cuban link you got him for his birthday the year before, with his muscles prominent in his shirt.
"you so fucking weird." you shook your head in disbelief, staring into his emerald eyes.
"mhm. and how am i weird baby?" he asks you, licking his lips as he waited patiently.
you took too long to reply, making him squeeze your hip in warning.
your lip trembled, all emotions you felt before leaving your house coming back to haunt you.
"y-you keep playing with me nigga." you whisper, chest rising and falling quicker than before.
eren knew you were the biggest crybaby, and knew how to get you to confess what you were feeling.
"tellin me i'm not your girl, nd you not my man but- but sleepin in my house. in my bed nigga." you sniffle, blinking your tears away.
he nods, moving your hair out of your face.
"gettin me food, buyin me shit. takin me to class. then you at parties with- with all kinds of bitches! textin all kinds of bitches!" you finally sob, fist coming down to slam right into his chest.
he doesn't budge though, just grunts from the impact and massages your hip.
"who was i at a party with (𝜗ৎ)?" eren asks you, sitting up just a little.
you sniffle, opening up your phone and bypassing all the messages from your best friends.
you showed him the picture, wiping under your eyes.
when eren looked at it, he looked over to the side and burst into laughter.
you felt more tears stream down your face, and your fist collides right with his cheek.
"fuck you nigga." you sob, tired of yelling. you immediately pull open the door to get away from him.
he grabs you up almost immediately, pulling the door back in harshly and looking up at you.
"you cryin and acting like this cuz of connie's sister? the grown one with a fiance and a daughter?" eren asked, cupping your chin so you'd look at him.
you sniffle, looking down at your phone again.
"that don't explain your ex." you bring up, letting him wipe your eyes.
"like i said before. don't know, don't fuckin care. was gonna block her before you started tweakin." eren whispered, getting closer to you.
nothing in your mind could tell you this was a misunderstanding, but the alcohol in your body doesn't care.
"y'so mean." you whimper, shaking your head.
"i know, rennie's just so mean to his baby. how could you forgive me?" he whispers into your skin, rubbing his hands up and down your butt.
he starts kissing up the valley of your breast, looking up at you with those godforsaken eyes.
"..take me home." -
"oooooh fuck! waiiitttughh!" you cried out, holding onto the pillow under your head.
eren pounded into you ruthlessly from behind, watching your ass ripple against him.
"take it baby. s'all you gotta do." eren grunted, pushing his hand into your lower back to deepen your arch.
you don't know what you expected honestly.
did you think he was just gonna take you home and leave you here by yourself? nah.
not after he had you sitting on his thick boner the entire time you were in the car.
you knew eren got off on that pouting shit, and it's even worse when you cried in front of him.
a sob ripped from your throat as he sped his hips up, thrusting upwards to get to that spot that makes you swoon.
your orgasm ripped through your body unexpectedly, hands reaching back to grab onto the man working you through it.
"give me that shit baby. cum for me." eren groans in your ear, hunching over you to hold you closer.
his hips slowed its brutal pace to a halt, letting you catch your breath.
he pulled out slowly, watching your hole quiver at the feeling.
you slump onto the bed with a quiet hum, feeling him rub up and down on your butt.
"turn over, m'not done." he demanded softly, tapping your hip.
you whine, rolling onto your back as you stare up at him.
"don't think i can take anymore." you shake your head once he spreads your legs.
eren just ignores you, pressing a few soft kisses to your sticky clit.
"look at her. just begging for me." he says just under his breath, wrapping his lips around the bud.
he pushes the hood back with his thumb and sucks softly, making your back arch off the bed and into his mouth.
eren moans at your reaction, letting your clit go and licking up around your gapping hole.
he buries his face in it, obnoxious wet noises leaving from where his mouth and your cunt was connected.
you buck your hips into him, letting him wrap his arms around your thighs to limit your movement.
eren pulls away to breathe, pushing your hips down as he sits up and stares down at you.
he pulls your lower half closer to him, slapping his tip against your clit to watch you jolt.
when he pushes his cock back into you again, you can't help but whine at the pressure.
"i knowww baby. m'just apologizing." he moans into your ear, pushing your knees into your chest.
eren takes your hands from either side of you, wrapping them around the back of your knees.
the first thrust knocks the wind out you, one of your hands shooting out by default to stop him.
"put it the fuck back." eren demands lowly, slapping your hand away from him.
you whine and listen to him, toes curling at his brutal pace returning instantly.
somehow, it was worse than it was before.
he pounds into you like he hates you, eyes never leaving where the two of you connect.
the bedframe creaked under the weight of his thrusts, making you feel like you'd fall in any second.
"you love me baby? tell me you love me." eren grunts, rubbing your pearl in fast circles.
you tilt your head back into the sheets, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud.
"asked you a fucking question, (𝜗ৎ)." eren slapped your thigh, jolting you back into reality.
"love you~ love you so much!" you moan sweetly, tears slipping from your eyes once more.
a sound you don't recognize leaves your throat when his palm increased it's pace on your poor clit, lurching forward.
eren's eyes catch your face when the sound leaves you, eyes hazy and stomach hot with pleasure.
you cum harder than ever before, squirting all over his stomach and the sheets under you.
eren groaned, bulbous tip smooching your cervix while he dumped his cum into you.
the two of you lay there after a while, catching your breaths while he caressed you softly.
"you still mad at me?" eren mutters in your ear, kissing along your jaw.
"..huh?"