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2 years ago

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you

『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting

Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.

His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.

Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.

He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.

Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.

Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.

The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.

“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.

Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.

He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.

He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.

Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.

Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.

And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.

He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.

“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.

He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.

You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.

You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.

He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.

Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.

3 years ago

─ "You planning on coming back to bed anytime soon or what?"

You look over your shoulder at the sound of your husband's hoarse voice, wincing a little at the thought that you’d woken him up.

( Or rather, she did…)

However, between the two of you, you were the only one with enough self-awareness to feel guilt over it. Your daughter, on the other hand, continues teething on the strap of your nightgown as you try to make her a bottle, not a care in the world aside from her hunger.

"Soon, I promise. I'm sorry we woke you up."

Ran waves a hand at you in dismissal as he pushes himself up off of the wall he’d been leaning against.

"It’s fine, love. Wasn't sleeping anyway."

You give him a remorseful smile when he fails to hide his yawn, arms extended as he stretches. He grins and follows you into the living room, sitting on the arm of the couch, watching the two of you with the attentiveness of a husband and father. He slouches a little as he looks down to peek at her over your shoulder. Big, watery eyes stare back at him as his daughter continues biting at the fabric, tiny fists holding on to the thin strap for dear life.

She drools some more as you screw the cap shut, scrunching your nose at the feeling. Your husband snorts at the sight, poking a finger into the fat of her cheek.

"She's gross."

You turn to kiss her cheek as she reaches her sticky fingers out towards her father.

"I know she is. She’s teething," you say, words muffled against her baby soft skin.

He leans further into you both, bumping his nose against hers gently.

“Stinky girl, aren't you?”

He pulls back to kiss your forehead, reaching for her in the process.

"Come here, baby. Let's give your mama a break."

"Go put a shirt on, she'll spit up on you too."

"Nah, it'll be fine."

You shrug and stand to go wipe her drool off of you. He’ll find out soon enough, you think. She's temporarily satisfied with sitting on her father's lap, babbling at him in a language he didn’t quite understand just yet. He plays along nonetheless while tiny fingernails scratch at his tattooed skin, as if she had a message of immediate importance she needed to deliver. He moves a hand to support her back, the other reaching for her palm as he splays it against his own. His eyes soften at the sight and he shakes his head to rid himself of the emotions creeping up. Clearing his throat, he calls out to you, motioning towards her fist.

“Did we not just cut these?”

You turn around, sighing as your line of sight falls onto the nails digging into his skin. The teething alone had proven to be overwhelming, but to watch as she continued to grow, as she grew faster every day ─ you often wondered if his chest felt as tight as yours. There was nothing the two of you could do to stop the inevitability of it all─ nothing but bear witness to every phase and every stage.

“I’ll try and do them again when she falls asleep. I think she’s been scratching at herself too.”

He lays her in his lap, inspecting her limbs. There’s a long faded red mark on the left side of her thigh, and another on the underside of her arm.

“Jeez, baby. What’s the deal?” He kisses her nose and she giggles, lifting a spit covered hand to tug at his hair. He makes a face of disgust at her and you laugh as you make your way over with the bottle, handing it to him.

He tried.

He really did.

But her happiness was short lived, as she turned this way and that to avoid the bottle in his hand.

“Why is she only like this when I try to feed her?” He furrows his brows, begging her to ease up on him. She refuses to indulge him and you feel his insecurities fester.

It was a constant worry of his throughout your pregnancy, one that he hadn’t voiced till you got closer and closer to your due date. He was scared that she’d hate him ─ terrified that she’d be better off without him.

Though it had proven to be difficult, you’d done what you could to reassure him. It wasn’t until the nurse had first placed her in his arms that he understood what it all meant ─ what it was all supposed to mean. There was a role he was meant to fulfill, and with the surge of emotions he constantly felt around her, he didn’t think it would be difficult at all. He’d avoided your gaze at the time, concealing the tears he had shed over her ─ the child that was part him and part you.

When the two of you had fallen asleep, he had kept watch, leaning over the bassinet to stare at her, long finger hesitantly stroking the skin of her cheek. He’d wondered then, how it was possible for a father to abandon his own kin… He wondered how his father had been able to do it to them. He didn’t understand it at all. He doesn’t think he ever will.

He winces as she kicks at him, cheeks red and angry. His heart hurts as she cries.

“What the hell did I do? What happened?”

“It’s not you, baby. I told you, she's teething."

He looks at you in confusion, stress etching his face. You kiss his jaw before you reach for her ─ a weak attempt at easing his concern.

"Ran, go back to bed. You have work tomorrow. I'll stay up with her here."

"No."

“No? Why not?”

You hold her against your shoulder, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her. You adored them both, you really did. But when his attitude clashed with hers, your exhaustion increased tenfold, and all you could do was wait for it to pass over.

You think he senses this, listening to him groan as he leans back into the couch.

“Can’t you just bring her back to our room? I can handle the crying, it’s fine. I’ll take her back to her crib when I get up in a couple hours. Just ─ “

He cuts himself off and looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. You wonder what it was that he had wanted to say.

Let me be there.

Don’t do this on your own.

Don’t leave me alone.

It didn’t matter. You understood.

“Can I ─ ?”

You hum, nodding as he takes her out of your arms once more. You follow him back to the room and he lifts her up high into the air as she cries and cries and cries.

“God, you’re annoying.”

You smile as he brings her close to him, biting her cheek.

“Just like your mama”

You punch him in his gut and glare at him as he chuckles, throwing an arm over your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

He tries to feed her again once you settle into bed while you look over his shoulder at her reluctance to even consider the bottle.

“Okay, she hates me.”

You laugh at the look of terror on his face and press a kiss to his shoulder.

“I think she just doesn’t want the bottle,” you hum, leaning for the small towel you kept beside the bed.

“She’s not hungry?”

“No, she is.”

“So what’s the problem?”

You sigh.

“You won’t get everything you want all the time, you know,” you coo at her as she fusses in your arms. “Your dad is trying very hard.”

His heart melts at the sight ─ at the sight of you, the sight of her, the sight of you and her.

You pull at the strap of your nightgown and she latches onto you eagerly, wincing as she bites at you in an attempt to soothe her gums.

“Oh. Yeah I can’t help her in that department.”

You smile at him softly, brushing the hair out of her face as she finally calms down. He lays beside you, head propped up against his palm as he watches. You figure his eyes are on her, not paying him any mind as you wipe at the drool around her mouth. It’s only when you look up that you realize his gaze had been fixed on you the entire time, filled with all the love in the world.

"What?" you whisper.

"You're sexy.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you laugh. His smile grows at the sound.

“Perv.”

He presses a kiss to the back of your hand, pressing another to your wrist, making his way up, higher and higher ─

The two of you are brought back to reality when she whimpers at the disturbance, tiny grip tightening against your gown.

He gets closer, leaning his head against you as he watches her.

“My apologies, your highness. Please, continue.” He gestures to your exposed chest as she stares at him. You bite your lip in an attempt to hold back your laughter at his comment, not wanting to startle her.

The two of you watch as she fights against the sleep that had filled her veins, slowly succumbing to it. You cover yourself, laying her down onto the bed as her blinking slows and her breathing evens out.

“Can you take her back?”

He nods, lifting her into his arms gently, heart warming when she nuzzles her cheek into his shoulder. He presses soft kisses to her mussed up hair all the way to her nursery. It was late. He’d have to be up in a few hours and he was certain she’d be up too…yet a part of him couldn’t help but miss her already.

Your daughter had one of the most powerful men in Tokyo wrapped around her tiny finger and she didn’t even know it.

You’re waiting for him to get back and turn off the lamps when he walks in with a deadpan look on his face. You blink at the substance on his chest and he glares as laughter overtakes you.

“I tol-”

“Yeah, yeah. You told me so. I know.” He rolls his eyes, as he heads to the restroom. He walks out a few minutes later, talking to you absentmindedly while he looks down, adjusting the waistband of his sweats.

“Babe?” He looks up when he isn’t met with a response, guilt flooding his veins.

You had fallen asleep.

There weren’t enough hours in the day anymore, it seemed ─ not enough at night either. He shakes his head at the chaos your daughter must put you through while he was away and figures he should kneel before you and kiss your feet in appreciation. Ran turns the remaining lights off before covering you with a blanket, pulling you into his arms.

His voice is low as he speaks into the darkness of the room. I love you, he says, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. He says it again as he kisses your ring finger.

He thinks of tomorrow ─ thinks of kissing you goodbye with his daughter on your hip. He thinks of your grip on her tiny wrist, helping her wave at him as he pulls out of the driveway. He thinks of how terribly he aches to come back home as soon as he leaves.

The thought had crossed his mind a few times during your pregnancy, but he finds that recently, it’s all he’d been able to think about.

Ran wonders if retirement would be an option for him.

He wonders how Rindou would react. He wonders what Mikey would say (or if he’d even allow it). And he wonders how you would feel about it. You, who waited for him. You, who had been so patient with him time and time again. You, who had given him more love than he’d ever expected (more than he thought he deserved) in the form of your daughter.

You, his lover, his wife.

He thinks he knows the answer as his grip tightens against you.

He would need to schedule a meeting with Mikey soon.

1 year ago

you don't need other boys when you have him, your dad's best friend. he’s everything you’d ever need and more, better than all the boys—he’s a man. a good man. these are the words he croons into your ear every time he sneaks into your room late at night, slipping an arm around your waist and his cock in your eagerly waiting cunt.

it all started when you had a fight with your dad. even though your dad was hosting his own birthday party, you sulked all night. your dad didn’t try to hide his own snide comments, so why should you? you didn’t greet guests nor help out, instead choosing to use your phone, drink as much booze as you could and retire to your bedroom early.

as you lay in bed, you could still hear the reverberations of music and the boisterous laugh of middle aged men and women alike. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow, trying to drown out the noise. so when he knocked on your door, opened it when you didn’t answer, and walked in, you jumped when the weight shifted on your bed as he sat down.

“i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says kindly, lending you a smile, “you just seemed… off, today. i wanted to check in on you.”

you sit up. this man was your dad’s best friend of years. not having any kids of his own, he spoilt you rotten. he bought you all the toys and pretty dresses that your dad refused to, arguing that they were too expensive before throwing money at gambling or whatever new woman walked into his life. as you grew up, you couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for him. when you sat still and pretty during dinners and parties, nodding along like a good girl your father demanded you be, your eyes always fell on him. his charming disposition, the way he chided your father like no one else could, and the way he’d always put food on your plate first, giving you a wink as you said thank you wordlessly.

of course, when your friends would talk about dilfs, your mind would never go to your father, the deadbeat dad who provided nothing for you. instead, you would always think about him. his salt and pepper hair that he ran his calloused hands through, smile lines set on his face more defined than any wrinkles, his toned body that you would dream about, touch yourself to every night. you were suddenly conscious that you weren’t wearing a bra. nor shorts.

“i’m fine.” you pull your blanket up to cover your chest. maybe it was the six pack of beer or the cask strength whiskey, but your head was pounding, and your heart was racing. he put a large hand on your thigh. your blanket hid your bare skin from his, but his gentle touch already sent heat pooling in your lower body.

“i’m sorry about your dad,” he says, “he’s an idiot.” he rubs your thigh reassuringly, perhaps innocently unaware of what he’s doing to you, “he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. much less his perfect daughter.”

you flush. was he really saying this? he continues, “i’ve tried to tell him so many times, y’know? how amazing you are, so filial, better than so many other daughters this day and age. he keeps blaming it on your mum leaving but god, that shouldn’t be a fucking excuse.”

he’s working himself up, you can tell as his brow furrows, his arms tense. it feels good to be validated, especially when your father was so unmoving. you place a hand on his toned arm, “i’m fine, but thanks.”

“but you shouldn’t be fine!” he stands up, pacing. you internally bemoan the loss of contact, “if i was your dad, i’d never treat you this way,” he sits back down softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “if you were mine, i’d take care of you.”

his flushed face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath and see the heat in his gaze, almost blazing. he cups your face gently, eyes studying your face before falling back to your eyes, “you’re perfect, so beautiful.” you hold his gaze, you don’t know where this is going but you don’t want this moment to end.

the moment ends when you both hear your father yell and a beer bottle break. he must have lost in a game of poker. before you can react, your father’s best friend shoots up, “i’m sorry,” he trudges towards your bedroom door, “i shouldn’t have come up.”

his hand is already on your door handle and your mouth acts before your brain can stop it, “no.” he turns to look at you.

your pull the blanket off, revealing your bare legs, nipples perky against your thin shirt, “stay.”

his breath hitches, and you can see his pants tightening. he can’t peel his eyes away from you but he manages to mutter, “it’s wrong.”

you turn your body to his, spreading your legs and placing your feet on the bed, exposing your core to him.

“please.”

whatever self control he had left seems to have evaporated at the pleading sound of your voice as he clicks your door lock into place and races over to your bed, forcing you to lie flat as he climbs on top of you, slotting himself between your spread legs, trapping you under him.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press featherlight kisses on your neck, “so beautiful.” you gasp as a hand grips your waist, running down the side of your figure.

“but this is wrong…” he tries to pull away but you stop him. “i don’t care.” you yank him by the front of his shirt, pulling all his weight on top of you as you press your lips together, running your hands down his broad back. he takes a second to react but follows your lead, he nips at your bottom lip and as you moan, he slips his tongue into your mouth.

he breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to pull off his shirt, revealing his defined abs. you let yourself feel him, reveling in the feeling. he leans back down, gaze never leaving yours but just as your lips are are about to meet, he stops. you can’t help but whine, though the sound is replaced by a gasp as a calloused hand cups you through your panties.

“you’re already soaked,” he laughs, “good girl.”

embarrassed but so unbelievably desperate, you let out a sigh, “only for you, daddy.”

he scoffs, “i know.” he pulls your panties aside, revealing your puffy pussy, “this isn’t the first time i’ve come up to your room.” he spreads you with his fingers, and you shut your eyes in anticipation, “i tried to find you last week to say goodbye but your walls are really thin. i heard you call out my name.”

the last time he was over, he must have come from the gym as his damp hair along with the tightest compression shirt you’d ever seen was enough for you to squeak out a tiny “excuse me”, before running to your room before you creamed yourself right there at the dinner table.

he slips two fingers into your greedy cunt, snapping you back to reality. he moves slowly, but his long, slender digits worked their magic, loosening you up while hitting at that spongy spot inside you. his thumb finds your clit and moves in small circles, causing your brain to short circuit. he hadn’t done much but the pleasure is insurmountable, the whole situation overwhelms you, and you find your core tightening, close. “cum for me,” he kisses down your neck, sucking near your collarbone. at his okay, you chase your release, writhing under him as his fingers continue working.

“so good for daddy,” he kisses you as you pant softly.

he slips his fingers out of your cunt and display them to you, slick and dripping. “messy girl.” you squirm as he spreads his fingers, showing off your viscous juices. he maintains eye contact with you as he takes his own digits in his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you.

"sweet, just like you." he proclaims, booping your nose with the same finger that was just in his mouth seconds earlier. “can you take more?”

you nod. he grins, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. he sits up, one hand caressing your face and the other unbuckling his belt. he pulls it off in a swift motion, but before he can begin unbuttoning his pants, you move your hand to do so. "allow me," you smile up at him, puppy eyes glinting.

"someone's excited." he laughs, moving his hand to allow you to work on his buttons. his other hand, still on your face, makes its way down slowly, before his grip finally rests on your neck.

you unbutton his jeans and are faced with his grey underwear, straining from his bulge. “keep going,” he nudges you with his free hand. you pull at his waistband, allowing his cock to spring free. it’s thick, veiny, and big, bigger than any of the other boys’ you’d ever been with. tentatively, you wrap a hand around his length, causing him to hiss softly. your thumb doesn’t meet your fingers, so as you start pumping him slowly, up and down, you have to use two hands to grip him tight.

“god, you’re amazing,” he says with a sigh, giving your neck a gentle squeeze, gazing at you like you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever crossed his sight. when you meet his eyes you can’t help but look away. still, you manage a whisper, “i- i want you.”

“say that again?” he asks, distracted by your hands working to unravel him. you flush.

“i want you…” you meet his eyes, “…in me.”

he barks out a laugh, spurred on by your boldness, “anything for you.”

he moves to stand up, shrugging off his bottoms. he moves to your bedside table and rummages around, looking for something. “any condoms?”

you shake your head. “i must have ran out. are you clean?”

he laughs. “considering you’re the first person i’ve fucked in a few years, i’d hope so.”

“good,” you hide a cheeky smile, before giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “because i really, really want daddy to give me his babies.”

with a raise of an eyebrow, he accepts the challenge. he always loves you best when you’re confident. makes him want to ruin you. he climbs back over you, spreading your thighs apart and aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping cunt.

he looks at you for your approval, and at your nod, he pushes his tip in. you gasp at the stretch, his thick cock opening you up like a present. you wanted him, no, needed him to fill you up, to make you feel so, so full.

you rut into him and he gets the hint, pushing himself deeper into you. it starts to feel painful, and you clench around him, trying to seek some relief. your fluttering walls make him feel so good, too good. he could feel himself coming close. “don’t do that!” he warns, but it comes out more as a moan.

you disobey, of course, and squeeze tighter. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him in deeper, causing you both to breathe in a sharp intakes of breath. any pain had evaporated into the pooling warmth in your stomach.

both of you stay in that position for a while, eyes locked. “fuck it,” he growls under his breath, grabbing onto your waist and pulling your body away from his, before snapping it back. he’s thrusting in, and pulling you off, all while his curved cock continues to hit that sweet, sweet spot that makes you see stars. you almost fall limp, but wanting to prove yourself, you start fucking yourself on his cock, lifting your hips and trying to move yourself to ease his load.

“such a good, a good girl. my good girl. my girl. my girl. mine.” he chants it like a mantra, each syllable a beat he moved along to as he fucked you silly. “who owns you?”

“you, daddy!”

he places a hand on your bare stomach and squeezes. following the curve of your body, he finds your breast. he takes your whole boob in his big hand, squeezing it so tightly it hurt. he moves to play with your nipples, rolling it around between calloused fingers, pebbling it. you moan and arch your back, allowing him to sink deeper into you.

“what a good girl you are, huh? fucking yourself on his cock. my pretty, pliant girl. ‘m gonna fill you up with my babies. wanna see your cute little stomach swell.” he lifts one of your legs, tucking it over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper than you thought he could. you’re squirming, trying to keep up with his relentless pounding but god it’s too much. his hand wanders your body, gripping at your tender flesh. he wants to feel you, every part of you.

just the thought makes the pooling heat in your stomach come to a boil, your toes curling, you cry out, “i’m gonna cum!” he continues fucking you, his stamina never letting up, “cum for me, my pretty girl, i’m close too.”

the pleasure is building to a climax and as he places a hand on your neck and squeezes, you feel your high washing over you, cunt convulsing over his cock. his grip doesn’t release, and black spots start to cover your vision, making you let out a shaky moan.

as he looks down at you, back arching and falling while he fucked you through your orgasm, the obscene sight of your precious body squirming under him is what takes him over the edge. he’s cumming into you, warm jets of white shooting straight into your cunt. his head empty other than his relentless thoughts, “mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”

you both reach that peak together, gripping onto each other for dear life. when you’re all done, he presses a deep kiss on your lips and slips his softening cock out of you, rolling to lie by your side. still, greedily, he pushes his cum back into you, “take it all.”

he opens up and lets you roll into his arms. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and smooths out your tangled hair. you both lie there in comfortable silence, your eyes falling shut and his focused on you. soon, your breathing became even. when you fall asleep, he rolls himself out of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form, so peaceful and worry-free. he wants you to look like that always. slowly, he gets himself dressed to rejoin your dad’s party downstairs. tucking you in, he presses one final kiss on your head and whispers,

“good girl.”

GETO SUGURU, gojo satoru, zhongli, hajime iwaizumi, NANAMI KENTO, tetsuro kuroo, aki hayakawa

3 years ago

OHMYGOD

I couldn’t wait anymore for season 2 so I took matters into my own hands 😭😭😭

I Couldn’t Wait Anymore For Season 2 So I Took Matters Into My Own Hands 😭😭😭
I Couldn’t Wait Anymore For Season 2 So I Took Matters Into My Own Hands 😭😭😭
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3 years ago

emo boyfriend’s.

🗒 ❛ sasuke uchiha & eren yeager.

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warnings … fem!reader, two obsessive boyfriends, polyamory, jealousy, threesome, public play, oral ꒰ f & mxm ꒱, power dynamic … mostly eren, domesticity, spoiled reader in terms of getting plowed lmao, use of a collar & leash, body worship, use’s reader like a toy, sort of bimbo reader?, dubcon!, overstim, clit spanks, degradation, pet names, slight humiliation?, breeding, this is kind of self indulgent, black coded.

mocha’s note .ᐟ … thought i’d put my two husbands in a scenario. the og and the current lover. two emo fuckers.

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𝕤𝕒𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 ࿓ 𝕞𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒 𝕒𝕦

“𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒?” shidou asks as he sits on the other side of sae’s large desk. the hitman couldn’t understand how sae could get any work done with such a pretty thing like yourself sitting in his lap. and yet… sae appeared to be doing paperwork like he was unaffected by your presence.

sae ignores his right hand man’s question, and instead he keeps his eyes glued to the documents in front of him. meanwhile your head is resting on your mafia husband’s shoulder, twirling a strand of his land around your finger. not appropriating the lack of acknowledgment, shidou takes things a step further.

“you know, i could take them off your hands. how does that sound, sweetheart? want ryusei to entertain you for a bit while the boss finishes signing a few things?” shidou offers, flirtatiously licking his lips.

that definitely gets sae’s attention. his eyes flicker up to shoot shidou a dangerous glare. the gang member should consider himself lucky that he was the only one who would get away with making such a joke. anyone else might have been shot dead on the spot. that being said, shidou figures this is a good time to leave.

“alright, alright, i’ll leave you two lovebirds free. if ya need anything boss just lemme know” the hit man says before getting out of his seat.

you wait, watching shidou leave. it’s not until he closes the door to sae’s office that you allow yourself to whimper. you’ve been biting your lip to hold back your noises the entire time that the other man was in the room. it was a relief that you no longer had to pretend that you weren’t currently cockwarming your husband as he shifted through papers.

“please sae” you whine, burying your face even further into his neck. “i’ve been good. can you please take a break and fuck me properly?”.

sae hums as he considers this. however you’re starting to get impatient with how long it’s taking him to decide. now you’re practically pawing at his shirt with frustration. any other time sae would give you whatever you wanted. you didn’t understand why he was teasing you and being so mean now.

sighing, sae rolls his eyes as he pushes his paperwork aside. “you’re too spoiled for your own good. fine, princess. i’ll take care of you”.

he doesn’t give you much time to feel relieved. within the blink of an eye sae’s picks you up and places you on his desk without removing his cock from your snug pussy. he doesn’t say it but fuck- you look so stunning laid out for him like this. it was something that sae would never admit but it was killing him just having you sit on his dick without any moment. he wanted to fuck you as badly as you wanted him too but he was too proud to confess such a thing.

instead he grabs hold of your hips and starts to set a steady pace. “you should be grateful for everything i do for you. don’t i treat my princess so well?” he asks, acting unaffected by how deliciously your cunt swallowed him every time he thrusts inside of you.

frantically, you nod your head in response. “y-yes. so good to me. please gimme more?” you beg, wrapping your legs around sae’s waist to pull him in even deeper. he groans when he feels his tip kiss your cervix. what a greedy thing you were, pleading for more when he was already giving you what you asked for. it was a good thing he liked you greedy. who else would he spend his money and time on if you weren’t this way.

“like this, princess?” he asks, increasing the intensity of his movements. all of a sudden he’s snapping his hips so hard that the only reason you don’t go flying off the table is sae’s iron grip on your waist. that was exactly what you wanted and you let sae know by moaning even louder for him.

“that’s it,” sae tells you, bringing one of your hands to his lips. he kisses your wrist, right below where the bracelet he bought for you sits. it reads his initials in shiny gold letters. there was no better way to let everyone know that you were his. well… maybe there was one other effective way, and that was cumming deep inside of you to mark his territory.

“i’m gonna breed this cunt”. it’s less than a warning and more so it’s sae ordering you to take all the seed he gives you. he doesn’t have to worry. you’d happily take whatever gift that sae gave you and that included his cum. “make sure to repay me for my kindness by cumming with me, yeah?”.

well how could you say no to that. sweetly whimpering his name, you cream around sae’s cock after a few more thorough thrusts. he doesn’t follow far behind you, painting your walls white just as he said you’d do. normally sae was good at keeping his composure. a mafioso like himself had to assure that that was one of his many skills. however, something about your post orgasm cunt manages to break down his walls. for a split second you see sae looking completely lost in you. although it’s a sight you don’t get often you savour it while you can.

“are you satisfied now?” he questions, wiping sweat off his forehead as sae pulls out of your overstimulated hole. there he goes again, acting like that was ALL for your sake. you don’t complain though. instead you send him a little smile and nod your head. “i’m glad. now, let’s get you cleaned up before that idiot shidou-“.

“who me?”.

the voice comes so out of nowhere that it startled you. sae reacts in an instant, grabbing the jacket that was hanging on the back of his leather dress chair and draping it over you. with your body shielded, he snarls at the hitman who’s standing in the entrance to the office. when did he come back?!

as if thinking the same thing, sae talks to ryusei in a tone that’s so dangerously cold that it sends a shiver up your spine. “how long have you been there?”.

“didn’t you hear me come back in?” shidou answers playfully. there was a lot that he could get away with but he was about to cross a line. shidou must have realized it because he tones it down a little. “don’t worry. i missed most of the good stuff. i just wanted to let you know that the cops raided one of our warehouses. 𝐈’𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓”.

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