𝕤𝕟𝕠:𝕠𝕫𝕖 | eren x black reader

21| dear princess, |21

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"Good morning, baby." You grinned as you poured coffee into his favorite mug.

He leaned over to give you a long soft kiss, gripping your ass in the process. You smiled when he pulled away a little. "How'd you sleep?" He grabs the mug from you and opens the fridge.

"Ugh so good, I love those new sheets! Where did you say they were from?" You placed a fork on his plate of the breakfast you made him.

"Uhhh," He genuinely tried to remember as he shut the door, grabbing the plate with his free hand and sleepily waddling to the couch. "Siberia I think? I'll get you some more the next time I go."

"Okay!" You cheerfully replied, lightly skipping to join him on the couch with coffee of your own.

You sat on his lap as he turned on the massive tv mounted on the wall, skimming through a few channels to get to the news.

The weather segment was on so he pulled out his phone to scroll through Instagram till the good stuff came on.

You sipped your coffee before setting it down on the table I'm front of you before you leaned back, just curious to see what he was doing. He scrolled by real fast once a brunette with huge titties in a lime green bikini came up on his feed.

"Who is that?" Your eyebrows furrowed at the phone.

"Who's who?" He replied, slightly irritated by the question already.

"That girl you just scrolled up on. Wait, scroll back down."

He sucked his teeth and groaned, scrolling back up since he knew you weren't gonna drop it. "Oh that? That's nobody, just some girl from Cabo. She worked at the Gucci store."

You turned your head slightly to look at him, "I thought you went to Cabo to work."

He covered his forehead and eyes with his hand, indicating that you were stressing him out, "I did."

"So how you out there making friends and you supposed to be working, does she work with you?"

"No, jus- look, what are you trying to say right now?!" He snapped.

So you did too. "You heard what I said, I said who is that bitch??" You stood from his lap, resting your hands on the hips of your Versace robe.

"Look man, I just fucking got back. Are really gonna start this shit with me right now?? It's 9 o'clock in the fucking morning—"

"—You just got back from sitting in a foreign bitch face & thought I wasn't gon say nothing??" You folded your arms.

He nodded his head at the coffee table in front of him, "You need to sit down & finish your coffee."

"No, you need to tell me who that bitch is."

He said nothing, picking up the remote to turn up the tv instead. You snatched it outta his hand and turned it off.