gruff older bf toji catches you putting him into tomodachi life ♡
youre curled up on the couch, way too focused on your screen, tapping and smiling to yourself like whatevers on there is the best thing youve seen literally all day.
tojis been watching you for a minute, already a little annoyed about it.
"whats got you grinnin' at that thing like that," he mutters, leaning over and nudging your arm so he can see. you try to angle it away, stifling a little laugh.
"yeah alright," he says, already pulling it back toward himself. "lemme look."
he squints at the tiny characters walking around, clearly unimpressed, leaning closer like that’s gonna make it make more sense.
"I put us in it," you say, gesturing towards two of the characters.
"thats supposed to be me," he says, brows pulling together, then he lets out a low scoff. "man i look like somebodys uncle."
you snort. "you are somebodys-"
"oi," he cuts in, still staring at it like it personally offended him.
then the little characters start talking in those weird overly sweet voices and his face twists immediately. they sound like goddamn aliens, and its freaking him out.
"the fuck?" he mutters.
you grin, tapping the screen again. "its so cute, right?"
he looks at you like you just said something insane.
a few taps later, the tiny versions of you walk closer, pause, and then kiss, and you tilt the phone towards him, smiling. he stares at it for a second, then leans back with a quiet huff, shaking his head.
"thats it," he says. "thats all he do?"
"its a game, toji."
"waste'a time," he mutters, but his arm still drops around your shoulders, pulling you into his side anyway. he glances at the screen one more time, unimpressed.
"If thats me, they got it wrong," he adds. "I kiss better than that."
you huff, pulling the nintendo closer to yourself so you can continue tapping and messing about with the game.
"Im gonna make us have babies." you say.
he pauses, glancing at you from the corner of his eye as if he needs you to repeat whatever the hell you just said to him.
where others would normally get annoyed, let it go, or even stop engaging – he absolutely takes it to hell.
and back.
he's definitely the type to ragebait you into mindless arguments and then remind you about it when you finally plead for more.
halfway through, you forget your name and what you were even arguing about in the first place.
cause the dick is just that good.
and he knows it. uses it to his advantage really.
your fingers curl around whatever you can find – sometimes pillows, sometimes his forearms, or even his hair – while he slams your hips against his. on whatever surface was closest.
what's worse is that he does it on purpose.
antagonizing you while he spreads your soaked, puffy folds just enough, just to tease.
"hm? what were you saying?" satoru drawls, watching your tits bounce with each thrust.
one hand traces your curves.
then rubs slow, lazy circles against your clit. your breath catches.
filthy, squelching noises fill the room as you tighten around him.
you'd been rambling for a while now, alternating between mumbling filthy confessions and cussing him out.
"you're so annoy–," you cut yourself off, breath hitching as he bottoms out. his thick, leaking tip throbbed against your cervix. "i still– f-fuck– mean it."
satoru tilts his head when your nails dig into his arms, sharp enough to mean something but not enough to stop him.
if anything, it makes his smile widen.
"oooh," he chuckles, looking down at his arms. "really scary."
you clench your jaw, squirming to grab the pillow nearby to whack him with.
slam
“w-wait– toruuu!” you plead, desperately reaching something.
anything.
with another deep thrust, your vision goes blurry and white, hot pleasure washes over you. your body betrays you – thighs shaking and clasping tight around him. the delicious stretch around your velvet walls almost makes you cum all over again.
satoru gasps and then laughs – pupils blown as he watches the way your pussy swallows each inch. a mix of his pre and your juices form a creamy ring forms at the base of his cock, dripping down beneath you.
“ohh my god– look at you, baby…” he breathes, grin spreading.
“you were talking so much shit earlier.”
he tilts his head, watching you struggle. you pout, shaking your head.
“yeah?” he hums, tilting your chin just enough to make you look at him.
“what happened to all that attitude, hm?”
“i’m–” you start, trying to catch your breath. “i still–”
you shake your head again, finding the words. “you’re so– fuck–”
“shit, baby… you feel so fucking good tonight,” toji groans low against your neck, his voice rough but full of reverence.
the room is dark, only the faint glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the curves of your bodies under the thick blanket. you’re on your back, legs wrapped loosely around his waist as he moves inside you with slow, deep, passionate strokes. every thrust is deliberate, dragging his thick cock along your walls in a way that makes your toes curl. his scarred chest presses flush against your breasts, skin hot and slightly damp with sweat.
toji’s face is buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin with every breath. one of his big hands cradles the back of your head while the other grips your hip, holding you right where he wants you. it’s not the usual rough, punishing fuck he loves to give you — tonight it’s slower, heavier, full of that deep, aching love only he can make you feel.
“toji…” you whimper softly, nails gently raking down his broad back. your walls flutter around his thick length, squeezing him every time he bottoms out. “so deep… feels so good…”
he groans, hips rolling in that perfect rhythm, grinding against your clit with every stroke. “that’s it, mama… just like that. let me love you properly.” his voice is gravelly, breath hot against your ear. “been thinking about this pussy all damn day.”
your orgasm has been building for what feels like forever — a slow, warm coil tightening deep in your belly. every drag of his cock pushes you closer, your thighs trembling around him, breath coming in soft, needy gasps.
you’re right there. so fucking close.
“toji— i’m— i’m gonna—” your voice cracks, back arching as the pleasure crests.
and then—
knock knock
“mama… papa…?”
megumi’s small, shaky voice cuts through the room like ice water.
both of you freeze instantly.
toji’s hips stop mid-thrust, his cock buried to the hilt inside you, throbbing angrily at the sudden denial. your orgasm dies right on the edge, leaving you painfully empty and frustrated, walls still fluttering desperately around him.
“fuck,” toji hisses under his breath, forehead dropping to your shoulder. his entire body is tense, muscles coiled tight with frustration.
you react faster than he does. you gently push at his chest and whisper, “quick, baby.”
toji pulls out with a quiet, wet sound, jaw clenched so hard you can hear his teeth grind. he rolls off you immediately, yanking the blanket up to cover both of you properly as you sit up and adjust your nightgown, making sure you’re fully clothed.
“come in, sweetie,” you call out softly, voice still a little breathy but warm and motherly.
the door creaks open.
megumi stands there in his little dinosaur pajamas, clutching his stuffed wolf to his chest. his eyes are red and puffy, fat tears rolling down his chubby cheeks. his bottom lip trembles as he looks at you.
“i had a bad dream…” he whispers, voice tiny and broken. “there was a monster… and it took you and papa away…”
your heart melts instantly. all the sexual frustration vanishes the second you see your baby crying. you open your arms wide.
“oh, my sweet boy… come here.”
megumi runs over and climbs onto the bed, burying his face in your chest. you wrap your arms around him tightly, rocking him gently, one hand stroking through his dark spiky hair.
“it’s okay, megumi. mama and papa are right here. no monsters are gonna take us, i promise,” you coo softly, pressing kisses to the top of his head. “you’re safe. we’re all safe.”
toji lies beside you, silent.
he’s burning.
his cock is still rock hard, throbbing painfully under the blanket, leaking against his stomach. every muscle in his body is tight with frustration. he had you right there — right on the fucking edge — and now he’s stuck watching you comfort your son while his balls ache and his dick twitches angrily for release.
he loves megumi. he really does. but right now? he wants to throw the kid back into his own room and bury himself back inside his wife until she’s crying his name.
instead, he forces a rough but gentle hand onto megumi’s back, rubbing slow circles.
“ain’t no monster tough enough to take your old man, kid,” toji mutters, voice low and strained. “go back to sleep. we’re right here.”
megumi sniffles and nods, but he doesn’t move. he curls tighter against your chest, small hands fisting your nightgown. you keep rocking him, humming softly, completely focused on soothing your son.
toji’s jaw clenches harder. he shifts under the blanket, trying to adjust his painful erection without drawing attention. every time you move to comfort megumi, your ass brushes against his thigh and it takes everything in him not to groan out loud.
minutes drag by.
megumi’s breathing eventually evens out, but he’s still clinging to you. you look over at toji with soft, apologetic eyes.
toji stares back.
his green eyes are dark, frustrated, almost predatory. the muscle in his jaw keeps ticking. he wants you so bad it hurts. he was so close to feeling you fall apart around him, to filling you up while you moaned his name so sweetly. now he’s stuck with blue balls and a hard-on that refuses to die down.
you mouth “i’m sorry” at him.
he doesn’t answer. just exhales sharply through his nose and looks away, staring at the ceiling like it personally offended him.
after another ten long minutes, megumi is finally deep asleep in your arms. you carefully lift him and carry him back to his room, tucking him in with extra blankets and his favorite wolf plush. you kiss his forehead softly and leave the nightlight on before closing the door gently.
the second you step back into your bedroom and close the door, toji is on you.
he grabs you by the waist, spins you around and pins you against the door, mouth crashing onto yours in a hungry, frustrated kiss. his hard cock presses insistently against your stomach through his sweatpants.
“you have no idea how fucking bad i need you right now,” he growls against your lips, voice thick with pent-up lust. “was so close to feeling you cum all over my cock… and then the kid shows up.”
his hands slide under your nightgown, gripping your ass hard as he grinds against you.
“toji— he might wake up again—” you whisper, but your body is already melting into him.
“then you better be quiet, mama,” he rasps, lifting you up and carrying you back to the bed. “because i’m not stopping until i’ve fucked all that frustration out.”
he drops you onto the mattress, yanking your nightgown up to your waist as he settles between your thighs again.
“now where were we?” he mutters darkly, lining his throbbing cock up with your still soaked entrance.
“round two starts now. and this time… no fucking interruptions.”
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mdni ༊࿐ car sex with toji when his gf calls ─── 𝒄𝒘 infidelity, unprotected sex
“f-fuck.” strong hands gripped the plush skin of your waist, guiding your movements. the car windows fogged up in a matter of seconds, your combined heavy breaths not doing much to aid the evidence of what was going on.
the car bounced with every movement you made, old metal creaking. how you got here was a funny story really — a late night gas station run with your best friend morphed into to something less platonic. a silly joke about experimenting with your best friend.
and with the snacks long forgotten in the front seat, you rode your best friend in the back of his old car. toji’s head fell back against the head rest as you grind down against his cock. he was so big and thick, you were surprised he even fit.
“god, don’t stop, baby… holy shit—” he groans, cock pulsing inside your cunt. your knees began to ache now with the effort of riding him in such limited space, your nails digging into his broad shoulders.
“mmh—” you moan, brows drawn tight as he hit that little sweet spot over and over.
“you feel so fucking good. such a tight little pussy,” he praises under his breath, palms sliding around to squeeze your ass, guiding you harder against him.
toji was nearly limp under you, fighting hard to not cum right then and there. but the swivel of your hips was too much. little whines left your kiss-swollen lips, the sounds going straight to his groin. “fuck, the way you sound..” toji’s voice was ten times lower than it usually was, body less tense, black hair a shaggy mess on his head.
“gonna cum in you — can’t hold it.” he groans, fucking his hips up into yours, the slick sound of skin slapping getting louder. his words made your pussy throb, the thought of being filled with him. your best friend. “please, toji. please, i wan—”
before you could finish your plea, his phone lit up with a call beside his hip. barely sparing it a glance, he catches the name on the screen. ‘my love’ with two pink hearts — a contact name she picked out. he hated it.
but instead of ignoring it like he usually did when he was with you, he let go with one hand and picked it up, putting the phone to his ear.
toji was a breathless mess, lids low in a trance-like state of watching your tits bounce in front of him. spilling over the cups of your bra, little bite marks littered your skin from his earlier desperateness.
“yeah?” his husky voice called out. it’s only then you realize he answered the call, a tiny gasp leaving you as your pace faltered. “toji—” a slap to your ass cuts off your whisper.
“babe, where are you?” you hear his girl whine on the other end of the phone.
your bouncing slowed to rocking against him again, his cockhead kissing the front side of your walls deliciously. your forehead drops to his shoulder, your moans in one of his ears and her annoying ass voice in the other.
“i’m out. fuck — i’ll be back later.” he groans when you pick up the pace, chasing your orgasm whether she heard or not. you never liked her anyway — and she damn sure hated you.
“who are you with? what are you doing?” she asks, clear attitude in her tone. “with.. shiu. i gotta — oh, god — go. call you later.”
toji’s eyes roll back in pleasure as he hangs up on her, cutting her next accusing question off.
he tosses the phone mindlessly, hand back on you. “that’s it, baby. just like that—o-ooh.. shit..” he groans, hips erratically rutting up into yours now.
he sends you over the edge with his lips sealed around your tit, squeezing at the other as he drove into you with a frenzied speed. he follows right after, warm spurts of his thick cum flood your cunt. he was so loud too, all types of grunts and curses falling from his lips.
you both ride it out, moving against each other until you slow to a stop. still leaving him lodged deep inside your pussy, he lifts your face up.
looking at you with hazy eyes, his thumb traces and pulls at your bottom lip. “never fucked her raw…” he admits, veiny length still twitching inside you. “pussy’s way better than hers..” toji’s gaze drops back to your mouth, your lips.
truly. every nasty, perverted thing you could think of, checked off the list in just the few months you’d been together. every kink explored, every fantasy acted out.
that’s exactly why you pay no mind to the seemingly suspicious way he moves your hand to the crown of his head during sex one night, seeing the way he shivers when your fingers bury themselves into his hair.
that’s weird. you think, noticing the way his thrusts falter when you massage his scalp. you pull on the strands experimentally and—
“fuck!”
toji’s whole body stiffens, belting a moan so loud it scares the both of you.
the brute squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment, huffing into the crook of your neck as he tries to calm down. it’s cute, you realize, the way his whole body shakes. how he hisses through his teeth and reaches down to squeeze the base of his dick, not ready to cum just yet.
“shut the fuck up,” he seethes, already anticipating the laugh that bubbles from your chest. his strokes never stop, trying to distract you with every roll of his hips.
“you liked that?” you whisper, fingers already snaking towards his choppy black locks.
toji’s quicker, bundling both your wrists with one enormous hand and pressing them above your head into the mattress. you can feel every inch of him now, taking him right up to the base with each and every flick of his hips toward yours.
he still won’t look at you, cheeks dusted just the slightest shade pinker while he gathers himself.
you can feel your own composure slipping alongside his. that telltale drop in your stomach that lets you know your high is near. toji isn’t looking much better, black fringe sticking to the moisture on his forehead. eyes glossed over like marbles, half lidded and droopy with pleasure.
you don’t know where the sudden burst of confidence comes from, all you know is that you’re legs are wrapping around his torso and bringing him closer, wrists wiggling free before your hands go straight for his back.
you work quickly, tangling one hand into the dark locks that lick over the back of his neck while the other scratches hard down the length of his spine.
“fuck— baby.”
you’ve never heard him make a noise like that. rough, primal, so jagged you wonder if he can even breathe. the muscles in his back are strung so tight you think he might snap, his arms struggling to hold himself up.
you want to lick over the scratches you left behind. to lathe your tongue over the raised, pink skin. to feel just how hard his dick jumps when your fingers find themselves at the crown of his head.
“who knew you were such a painslut?” you tease.
you don’t let him respond, biting down on the junction between his neck and shoulder as you cum and sending him right over the edge with you.
toji’s halfway gone, eyes rolling to the back of his head like his soul is fighting to leave his body. he loves every second of it. the way the pain flutters under his skin. that warm feeling his skin gets when lick over the crescent indents your mouth left behind. how the scratch marks you made on his back still sting.
you can’t believe how hard he— the both of you really— got off to that. you kiss him softly, tracing little shakes into the pliant skin of his back while your senses start to come back to you. toji kisses you harshly, open mouthed and needy before parting with a grin.
“do that… more next time.” he mumbles, pulling out of you with a happy groan and flopping onto his stomach.
spin cycle: chapter three - don't cry over spilled detergent
chapter one chapter two
in the beginning, i have toji's perspective going in third person and then switch back to reader narrating. we have a flashback from toji and then we're back to where we left off in chapter 2! enjoy!
about 2.3k words, kinda proofread
it was saturday morning, the morning after the t-shirt incident. megumi woke up cold and drained. he didn’t have your shirt on but he swears he remembers you saying he could keep it. he slowly got out a bed, heading into the kitchen.
toji sat on the couch, one hand slung over the couch, legs spread. usually in the mornings, megumi would say good morning and ramble about whatever dream he had the night before. today wasn’t a usual morning.
megumi headed straight for the kitchen, using his stool to climb onto the counters. he grabbed his usual bowl and his favorite cereal and got down. he grabbed the milk and made his breakfast all by himself. he knew how but he normally asked his dad to do it for him. not today. toji watched his son out the corner of his eye.
megumi was quiet. way too quiet. not in the way that signals trouble. even when toji flipped the channel to megumi’s favorite cartoons, megumi didn’t watch or laugh. he just poked at his cereal, taking bites periodically. the silence in their home was deafening.
toji noticed. but he didn’t know what to say. but you did. you said everything megumi needed to hear. unfortunately for toji, he’d blamed you for helping.
toji stood up from the couch, his heavy footsteps carrying him to the dining room table. megumi didn’t even look up, still swirling his cereal around with his spoon. toji sat across from him.
“eat your cereal” he muttered, pushing the bowl closer to megumi. it was mushy now, the milk making everything soggy.
megumi nodded and complied, too tired to complain. he politely ate his cereal, quiet as a mouse. a few minutes of silence passed. the only noise in the apartment was the hum of the tv and megumi’s spoon against the bowl.
toji just watched megumi eat, feeling like saying a million things but nothing would come out.
“are you still mad at me?” megumi asked softly. so soft, toji had almost missed it.
toji blinked hard. “what?”
megumi’s hand were now in his lap. he was playing with his fingers, nervous for what would come next.
“you were mad at her.” toji had thought megumi was asleep, but it appears he wasn’t.
toji sighed through his nose and rubbed the back of neck. “it wasn’t like that buddy”. that nickname was reserved for only when toji knew he messed up and had to course correct.
megumi didn’t answer, but nodded slightly.
“i wasn’t mad at you. i wasn’t mad at her.” he tried again, a bit quieter this time. “i think i was mad at myself.”
megumi finally looked at his father. his eyes were red, dark purple circles forming around his under eyes. “because she was nice to me?” megumi cocked his head to the side, genuinely asking.
toji flinched at megumi’s question. “nah kid…it’s just” his voice trailed off.
“it’s complicated.”
megumi nodded again. “i didn’t mean it like that. about her being my mom. i do want her to be my mom… that was…” megumi was searching for the word he dad had used often. “…dumb?”
toji looked at the ceiling, slouching just a bit in his chair. “you’re not dumb buddy. i know you’ve been wanting some like her around”
“do you think my mom would be mad?” megumi asked quietly.
“nah, kid.” toji rubbed his tired eyes. “your mom wanted the best for you. hell, she’d probably like y/n too”
megumi smiled, just a small smile. “maybe she’ll forgive you.” toji wasn’t sure if megumi meant his mother or you. what’s the difference though? toji really knew how to screw his blessings.
“don’t be mad at me, okay? ‘m sorry for getting upset.” toji started.
“it’s okay to feel stuff”. toji tried taking a page out of your book.
“i’m not mad dad! i just don’t want to make you sad again”
toji cracked just a bit. megumi stood up from the table and crossed over to toji’s side, resting his head on his dad’s shoulder. “you’re a good kid, megs. y’know that?”
megumi seemed to regain a bit of his shiny personality and some of his confidence. “yes! I know!”. toji laughed.
and for the rest of the day, megumi watched cartoons. in megumi’s world, everything seemed okay again. in toji’s, storm clouds were rolling in.
when the week began, toji had seen you leaving for work. you looked sad.
although toji had only spoken to you just recently, he watched you around the apartment complex since you'd moved in. you were pretty but there was something about you that drew toji to you. you were quiet with shiny eyes and a bright smile. you always looked put together, hair done nicely, you work clothes without a wrinkle.
one friday night when he was coming home with megumi, he noticed you in the laundry room. you were helping the elderly lady, smiling the whole way through. he decided that he’d take the washer next to you. and the next Friday after that, he took megumi with him to the laundry room and waited for you. and when you did show up, toji felt something. was it happiness? hope, maybe?
he’d taken that smile from you. maybe he shouldn’t give himself so much credit, but it was undeniable; your light had dimmed. your clothes were wrinkled, hair done but not like usual. he saw you in the hallways, in the stairwells, and especially in the laundry room window.
most mornings that week, toji wanted to knock on your door, ready to apologize. his guilt was eating at him. but instead of knocking and talking to you, toji delved into his vices.
megumi was okay. he wasn’t upset with toji anymore. toji even let him skip school for the week. megumi didn’t like school, but at least he’s smart. maybe he was better off without that damned school. megumi could entertain himself.
toji began drinking, going out late, coming home even later, sometimes sporting a new bruise.
one night when toji was drinking, megumi asked, “dad, why do you come back so late?”
“huh? it’s none of your business kid, you just play with your toys” toji slurred.
megumi crossed his arms and turned away. just before megumi went to his room, toji called out. “if you’re here and by yourself, go to y/n’s place. she’ll take care of ya”. toji slouched back into the couch, passing out. megumi never told you about what his dad said.
so when you came to his door, a week after you last spoke, with megumi asleep in your arms, toji felt that hope again.
but when he reacted in his own fashion, he saw you cry. his heart broke. he remembered a conversation he had with megumi’s mother that was eerily similar. calling him on his bullshit, telling him to fix his shit, or else. toji saw you for who you were then. his second chance, his next blessing.
you’d let toji pull you by your hand to his bedroom. you looked around. extremely bare except for the essentials, a bed and some other furniture. very different from megumi’s.
toji turned to face you. “i can get you a shirt and boxers to sleep in?” his hard exterior was faltering.
“sure!” you beamed at him.
you’d both changed for bed and crawled in. toji rested on his back and you faced him on your side, watching. several minutes passed before either of you spoke.
toji took a deep breath in. “he asked if you could be his new mom.” he exhaled shakily.
you didn’t know how to respond. you stayed quiet.
“i think you’d be a good mom. despite everything i said to you.” toji admitted, scared of what was coming next.
a minute or two passed.
“i lost my mom a few years ago” it was your turn to share. toji rolled on his side to watch you.
“maybe i was trying to play mom to megumi. i-i know i shouldn’t have. i just kept thinking about what she’d do” a tear rolled down your face.
“you didn’t do anything wrong. i just-" a loud sigh came from him. “i just don’t know what to do with help. i’ve been alone my whole life, then i had something good, and then it was taken from me” he laid on his back again. an arm thrown over his eyes.
you sat up, scooting closer. “keeping megumi at arms length, trying to push me away, won’t change what’s meant to be yours.” you played with your fingers, worried you were crossing into boundaries you didn’t want to upset. you continued anyways.
“when you lose someone, you can’t pretend it didn’t happen. you have to just kinda carry it with you.”
toji moved his arm, really looking at you. you saw a tear running down his face. you wiped it away with a soft hand.
“you don’t have to carry it alone.” and with that, you slumped down next to him. and for the first time, toji believed you. believed you were right.
you fell asleep not sure if you’d changed him or changed his mind.
the next morning, you woke up, the light of the morning stinging your eyes. you felt a strong arm around your middle section and toji pressed into your back. for the first time in a while, you were content.
you slowly moved out of toji’s grasp, trying to not wake him. you grabbed your things, and left a note on the counter for toji. i’m not leaving forever, i’ll be back.
at your apartment, you wrapped up your mom’s shirt for megumi and showered, taking a bit of extra time to shave and smell good.
the sun felt like it shined brighter than before.
—
back at toji’s place, he felt the loss of you. how the weight of the bed only dipped under him and not under you. he felt defeated, a stark contrast from last night.
he sat at the edge of the bed, head hung low. he felt his stomach grumble, hungry and just slightly hung over, all his drinking during the week catching up with him.
in the kitchen, he tried throwing together some coffee when he saw your note. he let out a breath like he’d been holding it forever. megumi, half asleep walked out of his room. “dad, what’s wrong?” he asked rubbing his eyes.
“oh nothing kid.” he lied. megumi asked where you’d gone.
“not sure, she said she’ll be back." he paused. "you believe her?” toji asked.
“mhm! she always comes back!"
and you sure did. with a knock at toji’s door, megumi ran to open it. you looked beautiful. you weren’t wearing anything special but something about the effect you had on them both made you beautiful, even more than you already were.
toji just stood in the kitchen staring, not trusting his own words. megumi hugged your legs again, almost knocking you over. you laughed and rubbed his back, one hand behind you holding his present.
when you stepped in, you eyed toji. he was still holding your note. a slight pink tint was showing on his cheeks. he put the note down.
“okay megumi. i have a present for you.” you said suspiciously.
megumi bounced excitedly. “okayokayokayokayokayokay let me see”. you laughed at his excitement.
you handed him the shirt he stole from you earlier. megumi wasn’t sure to do with it. you spoke seriously. “it was my mom’s. i think she’d want you to have it.”
megumi stood, still not moving. “take it kid!”
“i’m not a kid!”
megumi took it from you and ran into his room to change. while he was gone, you walked over to toji, stopping just a few inches short of him. he smelled like coffee and cologne. “i came back” you said shyly.
“you did. had me scared for a second when i woke up alone.”
“oh yeah I just wanted to shower. but i am keeping your clothes. s’only fair since megumi stole mine.” you shrugged, joking.
toji smiled at you. you shooed him away from the stove. “i’ll make breakfast, you and megumi shower”.
after showers, toji knocked at megumi’s door. a tiny voice yelled “come in!”. megumi was wearing your shirt with his favorite shorts, but nobody could tell he was wearing pants. “looks good on you”, megumi grinned and plopped down on his bed.
“i need your help”. megumi raised his eye brow, ready to negotiate.
when you called them for breakfast, the both came out of megumi’s room, the smell of eggs, toast, and pancakes filled the air.
megumi and toji didn’t waste a second before digging in, making you laugh. you never realized how similar the two boys were; physically and in personality.
toji had walked away for some reason, giving megumi a look. toji went into his bedroom, watching just behind the door.
“pssssstttt!!! y/n”.
you raised your eyebrow at him. megumi was whispering. “my dad said if you go on a date with him he’ll get me a bunny… no pressure.” you but your lip trying not to smile. “i think he’s in love with you or something”
toji walked out, absolutely mortified. he gently smacked megumi’s forehead, “that’s not how it was supposed to go brat” he gritted his teeth in his ear.
“can i have a bunny and ice cream?” he asked sweetly.
“hell no, you ruined the plan!”
it was your turn to smack toji’s forehead. “having a child doing your bidding for you? wow…” you rolled your eyes
megumi piped up. “please y/n!! i want a bunny!”
“don’t do it for the bunny. do it for me doll” toji begged.
you laughed. toji caged megumi in with his arms, kissing his forehead. you watched the two before you, okay with how everything turned out.
actually, more than okay with how it turned out.
thank god for spilled detergent.
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simon riley doesn’t cum easily. he’s old enough to be your dad and he’s been fucking girls since before you were even a thought. it’s something he’s proud of—most girls are lucky enough to get foreplay and twenty minutes let alone hours of teasing, touching and fucking that’ll have them forgetting their own name. it’s something he even warns you about, almost holds the idea over your head when the topics of sex and your virginity come up.
“‘’m a grown man, sweetheart. much worse than the boys your father warns you about. wanna get you ready first.”
and he does—when the day comes and your laid out on your pretty silk sheets, topless and wearing nothing but your cutest lace panties—just for him. he spends an hour with his mouth between your legs, fingers inside you, hands all over your body. he spends so much time ‘getting you ready’ that when it’s finally time for him to sink his cock inside you—
he stills.
you blink up at him, shifting at the pressure of him just sitting inside you.
“simon?” you whisper, shuddering as your pussy clenches around him over and over—desperate for him to move, touch, something.
“need a minute,” he grunts, eyes squeezed shut. his fists clench and unclench next to your head. his hips twitch. he throws his head back when you try moving for him—
“don’t.” he snaps, must harsher than he meant, hand flying down to still your movement, “‘m gonna blow my load if you move again sweetheart.”
you blink. you frown. you think. then you grin. “but you said-”
“shut up.”
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Can we end up with both Connie and Eren like two twin boyfriends? I'm greedy 😭 I love your writes btw 🩷🩷
rich! connie x reader x producer! eren
↳ ❝ [why have one when you can have both? two boys who are so obsessed with you and would anything to make sure you keep a smile on that pretty face. connie loves to spoil you and eren. you and connie are eren’s muses. connie and eren are your precious boys. ] ¡! ❞
↳ 𝑰 , 𝑰𝑰, 𝑰𝑰𝑰
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Connie books a private getaway for the three of you. It’s a sleek glass house in the hills with infinity pools and Bluetooth speakers in every room. There’s champagne chilling. Custom robes with your initials. A chef on call.
He flies Eren and you out first-class. Of course.
Eren’s a little awkward at first in this kind of wealth, but you ease him into it—letting him wrap his arms around you in the back of the jet, making him laugh when you sneak desserts off Connie’s plate just to feed it to Eren.
Connie watches like he’s proud. Like you both belong to him.
The sun’s already dipped below the skyline, casting golden light across the water. Barcelona hums with music, clinking wine glasses, and your laughter as you strut out of the boutique hotel between two of the finest men you’ve ever known.
You’re in a silky low-back red dress, legs glistening, gold anklet catching the streetlights. Your hair’s laid. Your lip gloss is popping.
Eren’s in a white open-linen shirt, tattoos peeking through his collarbone. Connie’s in tailored trousers, Cuban link resting on his chest and a Rolex peeking from under his sleeve. His buzzcut’s fresh with the signature design—your initials tucked into the fade this time.
They’ve got their hands on you all night.
Eren keeps whispering in your ear in that gravelly low tone, “You look so fucking good, baby…”
Connie’s sliding his palm down the small of your back every time you stop to pose for a pic, muttering, “Mami, you really tryna give me a heart attack, huh?”
Dinner is on a private rooftop terrace—candles lit, wine flowing, and the ocean breeze playing with your dress while you feed them bites of seafood paella off your fork.
You don’t pay for a thing. You barely even touch the door.
They pull your chair out. Fix your necklace. Let you lean against either one of them like you’re the only thing that matters tonight.
And they make sure everyone sees it.
You’re their girl. No confusion.
Back at the suite that overlooks the city—floor-to-ceiling windows, mood lighting, and smooth music playing from the speaker Eren connected the second you walked in.
You’re tipsy, giggling as Connie pops champagne again while Eren pulls you onto the bed, letting your body collapse into his like a plush pillow. His shirt’s off. Your heels are still on.
You murmur, “I had so much fun tonight…”
Eren kisses your collarbone. “Night’s not over.”
Connie appears with the glasses. “Not even close, princesa.”
He slides in behind you, champagne in one hand, the other sneaking up your thigh while Eren presses slow, teasing kisses across your chest. You’re wrapped between them again—Connie trailing lazy circles into your skin while Eren pulls the strings of your dress just enough to slip it off your shoulders.
Soft giggles melt into warm sighs.
Every touch feels like they’re savoring you—like you’re a dessert they’ve been craving since the sun went down.
They take turns kissing you slowly.
Hands tracing the outline of your body.
Eren whispering how good you feel.
Connie telling you to relax, let them take care of everything.
And you do.
Because tonight, you’re not just spoiled…
You’re worshipped.
Afterwards, you’re tucked between their bare chests, in nothing but one of Eren’s tees, legs tangled under the covers. Connie plays with your hair while scrolling through the photos from tonight. Eren hums quietly against your neck, already half-asleep but still holding you close like he’s scared you’ll disappear.
They both murmur soft goodnights.
You smile. Sleepy. Satisfied.
Back in the city, you keep everything balanced.
If you’re at Connie’s place in the hills, soaking in marble tubs and lounging in Versace robes—you make sure to FaceTime Eren, cheeks warm, telling him you miss him.
If you’re curled up in Eren’s studio apartment, hoodie too big and eating cereal for dinner, you text Connie a mirror pic and remind him how soft you are for him, too.
Equal attention. Equal love.
And they both know it. Even if they’ll never admit how deep it goes.
Sometimes, petty arguments break out over dumb things.
“Why does Eren get morning cuddles first?”
“You kissed Connie longer when you said bye.”
“She gave you the last kiss.”
And you’ll roll your eyes, palms on your hips. “Both of you—shut the fuck up. I’m not doing this today.”
They fall silent. Stewing like punished little boys on opposite ends of the couch. But still glaring at each other.
You end up kissing them both in the end. Straddling one while holding the other’s hand. Letting them both know they’re yours—and you’re theirs.
It started as chaos. But somehow, it works.
Eren’s in the studio, hoodie off, sweats hanging low, completely in the zone—head bobbing, fingers flying over his new MPC Live II. It’s still got the wrapper on the screen protector, a gift from Connie that Eren tried to act too cool about but secretly never lets anyone else touch.
He’s working through a melody, headphones on, blunt lit in the ashtray beside him, bass humming through the walls.
You and Connie walk in with iced coffees and takeout. Connie’s in designer slides, white tank, and Cartier frames with his chain dancing over his chest. He sets the food down like he owns the place—because technically, he helped renovate the damn studio.
“You eat today, bebé?” Connie asks, already side-eyeing Eren like he knows the answer.
Eren peeks up, smirks. “Was getting to it.”
“Uh huh.” Connie walks over, grabs the blunt without asking, takes a drag. “Make me a beat next time I feed you.”
You laugh as you set the food up and ignoring the minor stare-off between them. You kiss Eren’s cheek and wrap your arms around his neck while Connie leans against the desk, watching like he’s got nothing but time.
“You two fighting again?” you murmur, sitting on Eren’s lap and nuzzling Eren’s neck.
He shrugs. “Not fighting. He just tryna act like he ain’t jealous.”
“I bought you $3,000 worth of equipment,” Connie says flatly. “If anyone jealous, it’s him—of the fact I make you moan more.”
You groan and roll your eyes. “You’re both lucky I love y’all. Eat before I start gettin on both of yall asses.”
They quiet immediately.
You feed Eren fries from your own box. Connie snatches one, kisses your forehead, and you give them each a small smile as you lean back against Eren’s chest.
The lights in Eren’s studio are low—warm red hue from the LED strips across the ceiling, smoke dancing in the corners of the room. The scent of weed, cologne, and you lingers in the air. Heavy bass thumps slow in the background—Eren’s latest beat looped while he tweaks drums one-handed, the other resting on your thigh.
You’re on his lap, facing the screen. Connie lounges behind you on the couch, shirt off, fingers absentmindedly swirling the iced Hennessy in his glass as his eyes roam your body.
“You gon’ just sit there all night, princesa?” Connie murmurs, low and Dominican-slick. “He touchin’ you like he need somethin’.”
You tilt your head just a little, that bratty smirk dancing on your glossed lips.
“I’m focused,” you lie, shifting slightly in Eren’s lap—grinding slow, barely-there, making his breath catch.
Eren’s jaw flexes. “She tryna play,” he mutters, voice husky as his grip tightens on your thigh. “Always acting like we won’t ruin her.”
Connie sets his glass down. His rings clink on the table.
“Bet.”
He stands and pulls the chair you and Eren sit in back, saunters over you—slow, confident, always in control.
Eren lets the beat play on loop while you’re sandwiched between them now—Connie in front of you, Eren below, both warm and ready.
Connie slides the sleeveless bodycon dress that hugs you so well off you slowly, deliberately. The cold air kisses your bare chest.
Eren watches like he’s starving.
“You so perfect,” Eren says, hands rising to cup your breasts, thumbs dragging over your nipples. “She always this soft when you have her first?”
Connie chuckles. “Nah, she warms up more with you… but I finish her better.”
You moan as both their hands trail lower—Eren’s fingers circling your clit under your barely there panties, teasing slow; Connie’s hand around your throat, gentle but firm.
“Abre esa boca, mami.” Connie says, you slowly open your mouth and stick your tongue out. He smirks and leans closer— and lets it drip, slow and deliberate, straight from his mouth into yours.
The string of spit was warm, intimate—filthy in the sweetest way.
Your thighs clenched.
The mix loops in the background like a soundtrack built for this moment.
Eren kisses your jaw, your shoulder, your collarbone. “Let us record you,” he whispers. “Sound so pretty when you whine.”
Connie pulls you out of Erens lap and bends you over so your top half hangs off Eren’s shoulder, holding onto the top of his chair—Eren holding you steady by your waist while Connie slides down your panties, slow like he’s unwrapping a gift he already knows is his while his fingers graze your two back dermals that glint under the red light.
He runs two fingers through your slick folds and hums, pleased.
“She already drippin’,” Connie says, smirking at Eren. “Better than anything you ever sampled.”
Eren locks eyes with him. “That a challenge?”
“It’s a fact.”
And then—Connie’s tongue is on you.
From behind. Deep, slow licks, groaning into your pussy while Eren holds your hips and pulls your cheeks apart, keeping you spread open.
You arch, cry out—Eren grabs your face with one hand and muffles it with a kiss, tongue sliding past your lips while Connie eats you like he hasn’t tasted you in weeks. It’s wet, noisy, delicious. You’re shaking already.
“Let her come,” Eren whispers. “She’ll beg for more.”
And you do. With their names on your tongue. Slurred, needy. A wreck in both their hands.
But they don’t stop there.
Eren rubs your back while admiring the red ink koi fish that sits in the center of your back, letting you catch your breath before shoving two fingers into you, curling deep.
“Still so tight,” he growls. “You miss this dick, baby?”
Connie unzips his pants, dick already thick and leaking.
“She miss both,” he grits, slapping your ass. “Don’t you?”
You gasp, breathless. “Yes. Both of you.”
And then they trade off—Connie slides into you from behind, deep and slow, hands gripping your hips while Eren stays close, lips sucking your nipples.
“You take us so well,” Eren whispers against your hard, perky buds. “Look at you. So fucked you can’t even speak.”
You’re moaning between them, helpless and overstimulated—Connie pounding from behind, Eren teasing your clit with his fingers, kissing your tears when it gets too much.
When you come again, it’s messy and loud. Eren records it. Just for you. Just for them.
Connie finishes first, groaning low and holding your waist tight, whispering “That’s it, baby,” while Eren strokes himself, painting your thighs with the last of his need.
“shut up,” he growled against your throat, breath hot and ragged, body trembling just a little where it pressed into yours, hips stuttering in their rhythm like your moan had actually hurt him.
you blinked up at him, wide-eyed, breath muffled behind his palm, your back arching anyway because fuck, he was deep—deeper than you’d ever had—and the way he stayed locked in place, chest to chest, forehead damn near pressed to yours like he was trying not to lose it—
that voice again, low, wrecked: “quit whining. just… stop.”
and your heart dropped a little. just a pinch.
because every time he said that—shut up, don’t moan, stop making noise—it cracked something warm inside you. like he didn’t want to hear you. like your pleasure was annoying him.
you whimpered behind his hand. soft. just enough for him to feel it.
he groaned.
and it was the kind of groan you knew wasn’t angry.
he pulled back. just enough to look at you—sweat sliding down his temples, jaw clenched, lips parted.
his eyes were wild. unfocused.
“you—fuck—you keep doing that, i’m gonna fucking cum,” he snapped, voice barely a whisper, furious, like it was your fault, like the heat boiling in his gut was something he couldn’t stand feeling.
your brows lifted. he saw the flicker of realization in your face.
he froze. caught.
you licked your lips. “you don’t like the way i sound?”
“i love the way you sound,” he snarled before he could stop himself. “that’s the problem.”
and then he slammed into you harder.
“every time you moan, i—i can’t fucking—nghh—”
you grinned. sharp. breathless. a little wicked. “you cum quick when i make noise, megumi?”
“shut the fuck up,” he hissed again, but this time his hand was shaking as he covered your mouth again—
because now you were doing it on purpose.
making all the little gasps and whimpers you knew would get to him.
he was panting now.
fucking into you hard, losing rhythm, slamming into that perfect spot with all the grace of a man trying not to explode.
“keep it up,” he growled. “i’ll finish in you before you even get off.”
warnings: everyone is a bad lover in this execpt maybe eren, age gap, toxic/unhealthy relationship, power dynamics, eren is kind of delusional, face grabbing, hair pulling, arguing, cry baby eren, nipple sucking, cheating, unprotected sex, mommy kink, mention of blackmailing, jealousy, uncorrect use of smartphone, biting, hickeys, mean reader, semi public sex, sex on a desk, breeding kink, praise.
author's note: part two of this work ☆ guys, this was so fun to write i'm kind of proud of this mini serie, it would mean a lot if you let me know what are you thoughts about it, pardon any typos and enjoy!!
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It is 11:34 am and you're only setting foot at the office. A crease set between your brows when the knob twists without resistance. Have you forgotten to lock the door when you left yesterday ? Sighing under your breath you step in regardless, you have lost enough time as it is.
"Hi" Your head snapped towards the noise. Mikasa Eren and Armin are seated on the floor back resting against your couch. Eren is showing them something on his phone while they are munching on potato chips.
"Good morning, I didn't realise it was "bring your parents" day today" you remark walking to your desk before dropping your coat and bag hazardly on your chair. Mikasa and Armin tenses at your words, Eren giggles. Right, they know about your... ambiguous situation. You probably aren't their favorite person at the moment.
"I wanted to show you something but you arrived quite late today" Eren states, pocketing his phone as he walks towards you.
"Lily had a doctor's appointment this morning. I wanted to be here, Pixis already knows." You start pressing the power button on your computer only to find out that it is already on too. You exhale sharply through your nose. "Do I want to ask how did you get in there and why are you scattering crumbs all over my floor"
"No you probably shouldn't, " Eren laughs, patting his hands clean on his denim jeans "Anyway here is what I came for" He fishes a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and gives it to you.
Opening it you recognize Eren's handwriting, unfortunately you can only make out a few letters, it looks like an anonymous threat letter, you give the paper back to him.
"Read this out loud I'm not a hieroglyph expert" you grumble, finally sitting down on your chair.
"Those are ideas for the scene of my upcoming tour" you nod your head, signaling him to continue, your gaze drifting to Eren's friends. They are looking at you but when your eyes meet they precipitately look elsewhere. Great, just great.
As Eren goes on listing his idea you can't help but think they sounds familiar
"Let me guess, then you want a giant sized jaw as a prop for your entrance ?"
"Yes ! Yes! It's like you read my mind" you roll your eyes snatching the paper from his hands to tear it apart.
"Those are Porco's ideas, you stole them from my computer, Eren come on! " you scold mustering the sternest look you can. "You need to stop acting childishly, you have your own artistic direction and universe, draw from it, not from your colleagues' brains please." His shoulders slump as he sits dramatically on the chair opposite to yours.
"Is there any way I could poach some from-"
"Enough" The room fell silent. It's like he's trying to push over your limits and it is working ten minutes in, and you already need a smoking break (you don't smoke) "We still have time to think about all of this okay ? The tour doesn't even start until a year and a half" your voice is softer.
You're not mad at him but you wish he didn't bring the two musketeers with him, you feel spied on. Mikasa and Armin probably already think that you are not a good fit for their friend and here you are lashing out on him.
"Ok I won't bother you anymore" Eren raises his hand in defense, a satisfied smile on his lips "Just don't be mad at me ok ?" he rises from his seat hunching over the desk to kiss your cheeks, your eyes go wide.
"Eren!" you whisper yell "We are in public"
"Who cares ? They know already, I told you"
"Yeah it doesn't mean that I want the rest of the office to know" He groans, planting another kiss on your cheek before straightening up his back.
"Are you guys ready to go ?" he asks Mikasa and Armin, turning his broad back on you.
The trio exit the room bidding you farewell. You back hit the chair once you're left alone. Today is going to be a long day.
And a long day it was, once you made it home you threw your heels across the room in anger.
"Y/n! Lily is asleep" Erwin deep voice warn you and curse under your breath, fuck. The last thing you need right now is waking up your baby. As he joins you on the doorstep Erwin's large hand comes to the back of your head, tilting it to face his own. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead before taking your coat and bag from your tensed body. About anything could make you snap right now and he seems to have noticed it, directing you to the couch he places you on his knees. Erwin caresses your thigh in up and down motion before finally addressing your outburst.
"What happened today ?" His voice is soothing, you relax against his body more and more before ranting about how much you hate Floch and his stupid face, stupid hair and even more stupid ideas. The reason for his employment is such a mystery to you. He doesn't bring any value to the company.
Being a lawyer Erwin is currently listing the options you and the company have to get rid of Floch.
"Or I know someone that could get rid of him nice and clean, no bodies, no traces" you giggle at his joke, hiding your face in his neck.
"I'll keep that option in mind, what about you ? Did Lily eat anything after the appointment ?"
"A little and then she was being sassy, refused to sleep until 30 minutes ago, that's why I didn't want you throwing your stuff around" he explained, pinching your thigh.
You whine in his skin as you inhale his strong cologne."I'm sorryyyy" you depose a kiss under his ear to make amends. "Levi is not here ?" you pretend not to feel the way his thigh tenses at the mention of his name.
"No, he'll be back next week he had to deal with family stuff"
"I have been meaning to ask, are he and Mikasa related ?"
"Eren's friend ? I know they share a last name so probably to some extent but I don't have much more information. Levi is not very open when it comes to his private life" Erwin states and you nod, it's not like Mikasa is very chatty either, would be a surprise if they were actually related.
After a moment of silence you straddle his lap fully, to plant your face better in his neck. Erwin's large hands caresses your back,as he kisses your hair. The last time you were in that position on that very couch, Eren came inside of you, the memories filled your head and you felt wetness rushing to your crotch. What if... What if you had sex with Erwin ? You don't want him to suspect something, and right now the idea of a good fuck is very seducing after the shitty day you had.
You trail kisses up his skin until you meet his plump lips. You kiss tentatively and he answers, eagerly, gropping your ass to grind against his groin. The makeout session quickly becomes heated, your wetness pierce through your panties and Erwin bulge throbs more and more as you slide against it.
You try your best to push down the memories of you and Eren doing the exact same thing at the exact same place only a few days ago. But you can't, Erwin must feel the hesitance in your hips, as he lays your back gently on the couch.
"Let me take care of you" is the last thing you hear before he fucks your brain out, making you forget all about this awful day. Not being in control feels like such a treat sometimes.
⁂
The next morning you go to work with a smile on your face, if you happen to have a bad day again Erwin will surely know how to make it better. That smile fades as soon as you see who is waiting at the door of your office : Armin and Mikasa.
"Let's not make this a habit shall we ?" you ask sardonically as you unlock the door.
"We need to talk to you" Armin starts, following your steps in the room.
So he'll do the talking, convincing you to drop their cherished friend and Mikasa we'll just be a menacing figure in the back ?
"I am all ears" you flash them a fake smile sitting on the edge of your desk. They exchange a look before Armin starts speaking again.
"We think... you should end things with Eren, this can't be good for his career or... or any of you" he declares with a slight tremor in his voice.
"Alright and what does Eren think huh ?" a humourless laugh escapes your lips "I'm guessing he doesn't know that you two are here ? " you point a finger at them "I wonder what his reaction would be if he heard about this little intervention."
"Leave him or we'll tell Erwin" Mikasa's voice cut through the room. Showing a little teeth ? You can deal with that.
"Is this a feeble attempt at blackmail ? because I'm not shaking in my boots right now, plus Erwin already know about Eren and I. " A very bold faced lie, if they were ten step closer they would hear how hard your heart is pounding against your ribcage, but you keep your composure, if they don't have leverage against you they'll leave or so you hope.
"You're not good for him, he deserves someone kind and who cares about him "
"Someone like you ? Because this is where it is going right ? You want to take my place? Breaking news he came onto me not the other way around" her fist clenches at your words and you smile, just a little.
Mikasa takes a step in your direction but Armin catches her wrist "You're selfish and disgusting you-" you interrupt her speech before she can tell more things you already know about yourself.
"Blah blah blah, get out of my office before I call security. I have to work, not all of us are on holiday. Soon you'll go back to college and Eren will be all mine again" you pause bringing a finger to your lips "Oh, but he always was" you turn your back on them, contouring the desk to sit in your chair.
They are fuming, initially you wanted to diffuse the situation but are you supposed to lay down on the ground when they insult you in your own office ? Hell no.
You ignore their presence and the door slam shut a few minutes later. Well...That went well.
The whole conversation replay in your mind as you tend to your tasks, what if they talk to Erwin ? What if they didn't buy your lie ? Your stomach churn with anxiety, you really should talk with him, tell him the truth you owe in that, after all you didn't wear protection when you cheated on him. Your phone buzzes, speaking of the devil ; it's a text from Eren.
Eren: Lunch here, you can't say no !
His location is attached, a secluded restaurant away from the din of the city, sounds nice, you reply with a thumbs up and your phone buzzes again
Can't wait ! I miss you!!
Your stomach churn again, you should probably tell him about last night, you owe him that too.
Lunch break comes around and a cab drops you to the restaurant Eren suggested. You expected him to wait outside for you but knowing him there is a chance that he is late, upon your arrival, the receptionist directs you to a separate room where Eren already awaits you. Your brows raise in surprise and you smile at him, his face light up.
"I ask them to send the prettiest girl in the world my way, and here you are" he raises to his feet to hug and kiss you. You return his soft gesture inhaling his scent, bleu de chanel, can't go wrong with that one.
It is a Japanese restaurant, the table of the private area is close to the floor, so you have to sit on the ground, Eren guides you down, arms firmly secured around your frame.
"How was your morning?" he inquired, munching on the edamame displayed on the table. You snort, should you really tell him about your early visitors ?
"If you must know , Armin and Mikasa came to see me and they want us to break up" Eren freezes looking at you with eyes round as marbles. You brush his hair backward, planting a kiss on his mouth. "I had sex with Erwin yesterday" Only way out is throught right ? It will hurt less if you break all the news at once. "What about you ?" Glancing his way you realize you probably should have used more tact, he is livid.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know how to announce it and I don't want to hide things from you" blinking slowly at you Eren wrapped your body in a tight hug. You call his name growing worried by his silence.
"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told Armin and Mikasa about us, they can't understand what's going on between you and me" you nod along his words and he hugs you again, you feel like his plush toy, the way he squeezes you so tight against him. Is he going to ignore your second revelation ?
The food comes in, disrupting the moment. Eren parts from you "Oh, yeah I ordered for you is that ok ?" you nod giving him a quick smile as he happily digs in his plate. Picking at the food you think about his reaction, he's possessive and clingy so there is no way he just doesn't care about the fact Erwin had you.
"Are you pregnant yet ?" Your head turns slowly towards him , horror movie style.
"Come again ?" you ask in disbelief
"Last time when we made love, I came inside of you, are you pregnant ?" he must me out of his mind there is no way.
"I took plan b Eren" the sentence floats in the air his eyes sharpen "I said what I said in the heat of the moment but... I don't want another kid right now and it's the last thing you need too."
"Did you take plan b with Erwin too or just me ?" he asks with a certain edge to his voice. So that's how he decides to acknowledge it ? The anger rises in you.
"Took it as well, do you need the proof?" you chew angrily.
"Since we are telling each other secrets, I want you to know that Erwin is fucking Levi behind your back, I hired a PI and-" You don't let him the time to finish his sentence, having no patience left in you today.
"You did what ?" the whole restaurant probably heard you, but you couldn't care less. You grab his jaw to give him no choice but to look you in the eyes. "Who asked you to do that ? I did ?" The questions are rhetorical. Eren shakes his head left to right looking at you with his puppy eyes. You unhand his jaw, returning your attention to your plate. It's not like you never suspected anything but the fact that Eren dipped his nose into it, makes you unreasonably mad.
"Forget it, it's whatever" you sigh, he probably didn't do it with bad intentions. "When did you find out ?"
"After we made love, when I got back to my place I contacted a guy we know with Zeke." Made love, those words again if it was up to you you'll call it what it was : "sex" or "a pretty decent fuck" maybe his friends were right, maybe you don't deserve him. From the corner of your eyes you see him pushing his food around the plate.
"Come here" you start with a soft voice as you pull your shirt up, with your other hand you bring his head toward your chest. It is a peace offering that you hope he'll take. Eren sniffles a bit before locking his arms around your waist, his head resting against your belly, hot tears run down from his eyes to your skin.
"I'm sorry mommy, I didn't want to make you mad" he sobs before covering the exposed tit with his mouth. Caress his long hair, you reassure him as you stare at the wall in front of you.
You really need to have a chat with Erwin...
It is part of the reason you took the long way home, you picked your favorite desserts in case of a really big crisis. The scent of onions cooking fills your nose and you hum in pleasure.
Toeing off your boots and coat, you make your way to the kitchen, dropping the takeout bag on the central island.
"Welcome back" Erwin sing song voice when he turns around from the stove, smiling at you.
You smile back, stacking the food container in the fridge.
"Erwin, can we talk ?" your voice is barely above the noise of the sizzling onions. After turning the stove off Erwin gives you his full attention, Icy eyes boring into your soul, you almost want to give up.
"I know about you and Levi." you figured that this will temper his anger when you tell him about Eren and you, his face remains impassible. "I had sex with Eren" His thick eyebrows shot up and he took a seat on the stool of the counter.
"I haven't been honest with you, I apologize" you nod, playing with your fingers nervously, waiting for the second part of his answer. "Did you have sex with Eren because you found out for me and Levi ?" It's not the question that you expected, you shake your head left to right.
"We had sex and then he did his research on you" He nods and silence fills the room "It was a few weeks ago, I'm sorry i've been wanting to tell you, but I was scared and I felt guilty too" Erwin reached for your hands over the counter.
"It's ok, I know it's not a competition but I guess we're even then ?" A laugh escapes your lips and he smiles at you. "I always protect myself with Levi, there was a time where he used his body to earn money, it's not recent but still" Your eyebrows shot in surprise. Levi seems more like the type of person to be a hitman rather than a prostitute, but once again you don't know him that well, clearly. "Did you use protection with Eren ?"
You shamefully tell him the truth and he tilts his head to the side in a disapproving manner. "It wasn't planned!" is all you muster to say, heat rising to your heeks, you feel like a teenager all over again.
So Levi really had him huh ? looking at his broad frame you can't help but think about what would their intercourse look like. Does Levi bite his neck like you do, scratch his back, pull his hair when it is getting too much ? Your gaze falls on his lips.
"Is it weird if I want to kiss you ?"
"I'm all yours"
Your lips met in a soft kiss, the confrontation went better than you could imagine, the confirmation of his affair with your housekeeper makes your blood boil a bit. Erwin should only belong to you, he said it himself. You grab his collar pulling him closer, when the echoes of distant cries ring in your ears.
Lily!
"Perfect timing" you mutter after breaking the kiss "I got this" without a second glance his way, you rush up the stairs to calm your baby.
As you sit across Erwin, you avoid any eye contact, the confrontation went well, but now, now it feels weird. The cutlery scraping the plates fills the silence.
"Are we bad parents ?" you ask finally, clearly none of you were really phased by the secrets that aired out but it's not just you and him anymore in this family.
The question catches him off guard, his impassible eyes growing slightly bigger. "Well, I wouldn't say the situation is ideal, but as long as it stays between us it could work, don't you think ?" you nod digging in your plate some more. "Lily is still a baby, we are present for her and she doesn't have to know about this right ? It is between you and me " he has a point.
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You: Please tell me you're on your way, or at least awake
Ereeeeeeeeen
You're still mad at me because of yesterday ?
I'll apologize again if this is what you want
Just hurry up please we can't afford to be late today
This is just a sample of all the text you have sent Eren in the past minutes, He was supposed to be there ten minutes ago already, and he is nowhere to be found. You bite the skin of your thumb anxiously when the door opens on none other than Eren. You shot up from your chair to meet him. He's holding craft bags in his right hand one in his mouth, left hand carrying a tray of styro cup coffees. So this is the reason he is late, a smile spreads on your face as you take the paper bag from between his teeth.
"I know I know I'm late, but I figured we better face that day with food first" he prompts, kissing your cheek as he walks to your desk depositing the generous amount of food he brought in.
"That's very nice" you say, dropping the smaller bag next to his "I brought some too, It's homemade" you brag, tapping the pink tupperware neatly placed on your desk. His eyes go wide.
"Don't tell me it's your blueberry pancakes ?" you nod, smiling proudly "With the vanilla whipped cream ?" another nod, he groans letting his body rest on the spare chair, you have placed next to yours before hand.
An obnoxious moan escapes his lips when the scent of your cooking hits his nose, you chuckles at his theatrics, sitting next to him. Eren happily pigs the food down, occasionally turning your way to smile at you. It is contagious seeing him like that, happy with a smile that makes his beautiful eyes crinkle, you wished to see him this carefree and genuine all the time unfortunately it isn't possible, especially these days and it is why you are here today.
A smear campaign against Eren is going on, as expected the cover of his album was judged too provocative, borderline blasphemy by the conservatives. The fact that Eren linked one of the many articles badmouthing him in his instagram story, followed by a picture of him, shirtless, middle finger raised and a rosary pressed against his lips did nothing to appease the tension.
As a fan it made you smile, as a manager you had to confiscate his phone until further notice.
Today's meetings are about crisis communication. Zackley brought up the possibility of a cover change, you'll fight against it, you need a united front and clear positions, not to bend the knee at the slightest criticism.
"Did you talk with Erwin ?" Eren asks out of the blue, sputtering food all over himself. You roll your eyes grabbing a napkin to dap him clean.
"Yes actually, and we almost had sex again"
"Yeah ? what stopped you then ?"
"Lily started crying. I had to go check on her" the corner of Eren's mouth spread in a wolfish grin.
"See ? That proves to me that you'll be an awesome mom to our kids" he declares kissing the back of your hand as his emerald eyes bore into yours.
That is denial if you ever saw it.
Your heart squeezes in your chest, no matter how many times you try to make him understand that this can't happen; the idea is still engraved deep in his mind. What will finally make him realise you two don't have a future together ? Just yesterday he cried because of you, again. You need to do something about him.
If Eren loves you, really loves you the way he says, he'll hate you when you're done with him.
Retrieving your hand from his hold you flash him a quick smile before returning your attention to your monitor.
Pros of breaking his heart into a million pieces : possibly he'll craft the best album of his career, people love pain and hearing about it. His fans will dig the corners of the internet trying to know who he is talking about; more engagement. Keeping a share of mystery is always good when being a public personality.
Cons : you'll lose him forever. He's not much of a forgiving person, there is a chance his fans connect the dots. Guilt will most likely haunt you for the rest of your life.
Before you can process any more thoughts, Isabel enters your office letting you know that the whole team is waiting for you and Eren in the meeting room.
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Stop dating (?) Eren Yeager
Pros :
Not having to lie anymore
No more guilt
He acts even more like a child ever since I gave in
I need a partner that know how and when to take control
Calls me mommy
Feel like I'm betraying Zeke and he's one of my oldest friends
Cries easily
His friends hate me
I'm scared of deuxmoi
Ending this situation before it becomes a fiasco
Wants to impregnate me
Cons:
He's my baby
I'll lose a really good friend
Probably lose my job too
Having to find a new agent
Calls me mommy
Everybody wants him but I have him
Cries easily
His friend we'll hate me even more
He'll be sad
I'll feel bad
A lot of good memories together
Very emotional his reaction could be bad
Tapping the pen on your cheek you realise that making an extended list of pros and cons doesn't really help you, you're still torn on what's the right thing to do, a tired sigh escapes your lips. Maybe you'll see clearer tomorrow ? You grumble, hiding the piece of paper in your cd drawer under Eren's albums, a bit ironic, you chuckle, pushing it close.
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It is a rare occurrence for the company to hold parties at the office itself. The news of Eren breaking his own record with his new album came at the last minute, so you all didn't have a choice. It is a celebration for both his record and to rejoice about the non success of the smearing campaign.
Everyone around you is euphoric or piss drunk, some of the employees went home already.You had two glasses of champagne, not enough to make you drunk but enough to make the noise around you unbearable. Isolating yourself in your office you take off your heels, leaning on your desk, when you notice that your Cd's drawer is open.
"Care to explain this ? " Eren crosses the room as he wiggles a piece of paper in front of you, you can't make out what document it is, so you grab his wrist, to be able to read the content. "I act like a child ?"
Your body freezes, it is your pro / con list that you made about leaving him. Your eyes travel slowly to his. He is smiling ? You half expected him to cry about it if you are being honest, His eyes are telling another story though. He looks on the verge of a breakdown
"Where did you find this ?"
"I think you should be worried about other things right now" his tone is calm, too calm, he deposits the sheet on the nearby desk as he traps you against it, beefy arm on each side of your body. "I don't know why you fight this so badly, but you are not leaving me, not as my manager, not as my lover, not now, not ever."
You try to think about an answer that could make him see reasons, but he's too far gone, you lay a hand on his chest, pushing softly but he doesn't budge.
"Eren you-"
"No, you will not whizzle in my brain trying to convince me that this is for the best, actually I think it is time for everyone to know about this" pinning your wrists in one of his large hands he fishes his phone out of the back of his denim jeans.
Fuck, fuck fuck what the hell is he going to do ? You need to get that phone far away from him now. Attempting to break free from his hold you use your sweetest voice to convince him to stop whatever he is doing. It is useless. He is way too concentrated on his phone, after a moment he looks up to you and smiles, turning the screen your way.
You gulp, hard. It is a close up picture of you and him, He is behind you, arm over your shoulder displaying a large watch as his chin rests on top of your head. Your mouth is pursed in a duck face and you're winking at the camera your hand is englobing his to showcase your watch as well . You remember that day or rather that night very clearly. A tag Heuer dinner party everyone was required to wear their product, that is why the picture is cropped to show only your faces and matching wrists
Those were much simpler times, no baby, no man waiting for you at home, no love confession or PI, just booze and a comfortable lifestyle.
The picture could be incriminating enough as it is but Eren decided to add a caption in fine white letters, four simple words that leave no room for imagination.
Love of my life
The breath is knocked out of your lungs.
"Eren you can not post this, I'm serious" he is still smiling at you, a unhinged glimmer in his eyes
"Really ? It is only a click away though" he teases hovering his thumb over the post button. Your heart skips a beat. Is he really about to do it ? His lips meet your cheek "You always tell me to be honest with my fans, to talk to them to create the link, it is what i'm doing they deserve to know you" Oh so that's the day he decided to listen to your advice ? It has to be a joke. You're about to give him a piece of your mind when he presses the button. Your jaw goes slack.
The smartphone he still holds up in his hand doesn't stop buzzing. He really did it."Look at that they're asking so many questions already, they love you" One of his feet snake between yours, pushing to part your legs. Locking his phone, Eren sticks it between your legs. The non stop vibration makes you gasp and you squeal against him.
"Eren stop!" your head falls against his chest, whether the fans are happy or not about this news it's the same to you, their vibrations makes you writhe against him.
"When you're done, I'll show them your pussy and you'll say thanks" the buzzing slows down enough for you to regain your composure, you look up to him.
"You need to delete that right now baby, please do it for me" he shakes his head left to right
"Just enjoy the ride mommy" he whispers, spreading your legs wider to intensify the pressure on your clit, as if his fan heard him the buzzing kicks off again with a renewed vigor. Your mouth opens and closes multiple times without letting a single sound out.
This is so filthy, you can't believe it is happening right now, A sick part of you enjoys it, the people blowing up his phone would die for him, pay millions just to be in his presence, kill just to get a glimpse of him and yet you are the one with all the privileges. You bite your lips, grinding slowly against the buzzing device.
"That's right, let them know how good they're making you feel" Eren voice guides you and you allow yourself to moan out loud. The tireless buzzing is making you slowly lose our mind, you beg Eren to kiss you, and he does. Your wrists are still pinned behind your back, you wiggle trying to break free from his grasp but he bites your lips hard.
Looks like he decided to take control today, more heat rushes to your pussy, it's pretty hot. A few more notifications and you unravel against his smartphone. Your body convulses against his and a silent cry travels from your mouth to his. Once your body stills, Eren breaks the kiss and throws his phone somewhere on the floor. Fuck it's out of reach.
"Don't even think about it" his teeth sink in your cheeks, you gasp. Releasing your wrist Eren starts to unbuckle his belt. You could try and make a run for his phone but his strong body still has you caged against the desk. A heaviness against your pussy gets your attention.
"Where should I put this ?" Eren taunts, slapping his dick on your clit, the soaked underwear still covering it creates a sinful sound that echoes around the room.
"I don't know, is it your first time ?" you raise an eyebrow at him and he grunts, flipping you around, you are now facing away from him, hands flat on the desk. making a quick work of your panty Eren enters your pussy without warning. Your back arches and you gasp in shock.
"Is it yours?" he grumbled, pumping messy thrusts inside your wet walls. You smile craning your head sideways to meet his eyes, it's so easy to get him where you want.
"Are you mad at me baby ?" you pout, throwing your hips back on his cock. "You know you can't stay mad for long" your eyes drop down to where you body meets, your ass ripple at your combined efforts, emitting a sticky wet sound.
"I'm about to make you sound stupid" Eren threatens, quickening his pace. The desk shake under the rhythmic way your body collides against it.
You close your eyes in delight, you don't know if it is your teasing comment or the need to prove he can be enough for you, but each stroke is making you see the stars.
"My gooood Eren"
Sliding his fingers in your mouth, Eren forces it open "Say that you're mine" he rasps against your ears. You ignore his request, twirling your tongue around his fingers sucking them deeper between your lips. "Say it" he repeats with a harsh thrust against your spot.
"ngh-fuck" is all you manage to left out, his frustartion must be through the roof now, pulling out completely, Eren makes you face him again before splaying you out flat on the desk. His hair as slightly disheveled, no doubt from all the effor he's been putting into fucking you. The emerald eyes you're used to are a shade deeper, your pussy must be doing a real number on him. Folding your legs against your torso Eren enters you again and you let out a low moan.
"Say it or I'll call Erwin, show him how good I have you" he's dead serious, but you're not scared one bit.
"Baby, you can't blackmail people when you're ball deep inside of them" you coo, purposely clenching your cunt around his cock, Eren closes his eyes letting out a pathetic moan. "Exactly, now make me cum if you can, and I will reward you"
He bottoms out completely inside of you, gracing you with deep and slow thrust, just how you like. A satisfied moan flys your lips and you let your hands up to mess with his hair, you twist and pull his dark locks, admiring his face contorting in pain. You smile at him, putting up with every snap of his hips against yours.
"Does it hurt ?" you taunt, he shakes his head left to right, so you pull tighter, he hisses.
"I can take it" he grits through his teeth, of course he can, he'll take whatever you give him.
"Do you love me Eren ?" you already know the answer, you just looove how receptive he is to your words, to your voice. Upon hearing your question his eyes soften, and his dick twitches inside of you, bingo.
"I-I love you so much" he breathes, his hips stutters and you hold back a chuckle.
"Can you go faster Eren ?" you ask, still using the sweet voice he likes so much. It's not about your pleasure or his. It is about knowing you are still in control, even if he's the one on top today, even if he threw a little tantrum earlier. The snap of his hips accelerates, and you scratch his scalp lightly with your nails. "Good boy"
The more the fat tip of his cock pushes your spongy walls, the more your toes curl besides his face. The new angle of your legs makes you feel everything thrice more, looking down at your tummy, you can see the outline of his penis going in and out of you, fuck.
Taking one of his hands you press it against the bulge. Eren grunts like a caveman and you wonder if he's ever experienced such pleasure with his previous conquests, the thought makes you upset, pushing his neck closer you sink your teeth hard in the flesh biting and sucking until you know he'll be marked as yours.
"God you're so hot" he murmurs next to your ear "You're perfect for me" he grunts grabbing your jaw to force you back onto the desk. His digits push your head to the side. "we're going to match" is all he says before attacking your neck.
"Eren!" you squeal trying to push him off, it is a thing that you mark him, another that he marks you. Huffing against your skin Eren brings a hand to your mouth, as he keeps on bullying your insides.
His warm tongue draws circles over the spot he bites and a shiver runs down your spine, he is skilled with his tongue, he proved it before and your neck is very sensitive.
The heat shared between your bodies grow almost unbearable, you cry behind his hand, begging for him to make you cum, you feel it in your toes, as a rush of electricity, in your belly as a swarming sensation, you are tethering over the edge you just need a little bit more to fall completely.
A precise snap of his hips makes you shut down, whole body clamping down on him.
"That's right mommy let it all out" he rasps, grinding his throbbing cock inside of you. "I'm going to fill you up, this time I'll get you pregnant I promise" On cue, his seed spills inside of you, you hum lowly, the sensation has always been pleasant to you, the aftermath not so much.
The panting in your neck slowly dies down and Eren straighten his back, standing tall and proud on top of you
Eren's mouth goes over your ankles, kissing them lovingly as he lets your legs rest by the side of his hips, the rest after being folded for so long makes you grunt.
Getting down on his knees, Eren admires his seed drooling out of your puffy hole, collecting the strays with his fingers, he pushes them back inside. When he's done, he moves on to your legs, massaging the back of your thighs. You give him instruction about where to put the pressure and he follows obediently.
"Tell me, was it on your private account that you posted ?" you ask sitting up on the desk.
He's avoiding your eye contact, still focused on the kneading of your thigh. You know him far too well; you train him far too good. He'll never jeopardize you. In a fit of rage, he might create a scandal, but never if it could seriously hurt your career. Eren is way too possessive to show you to the whole world anyway. A smile spread on your lips, and you pet his hair. It's even better if you think that it was the same friends that hate you who made you cum.
suguru loves some soft and lazy sex that still feels intense, like he was thirsting for you, headboard hitting the wall and all.
the best part is that it just happens. he’ll slip a hand under the blanket while you two are lying down and slide your panties to the side. that’s it; that’s all, but it still feels so fucking good you have to sit in it.
your head leans back to rest against his chest or shoulder while he slowly pushes into you repeatedly, softly kissing your neck and whispering how in love with you he is.
“you feel so good.” his breath is warm against your neck, tickling you, and his hands are gripping you tightly.
it gave both of you everything it needed to; you never needed more.
sometimes you’ll even lazily ride him, your forehead resting on his shoulder while he helps guide you, low grunts in your ear, your eyes closed and his half closed.
suguru wouldn’t be lying if he said early morning sex with you wasn’t his favorite; it was something about how wet you were in the morning that turned him on.
it’s like you were begging for him, and he loved it so fucking much. there was no better feeling than touching and teasing you, then hearing you softly moan into the pillow.
neither of you had to perform; it was just skin on skin moving in harmony, humming to each other while feeling good.
“you okay?” his voice is soft and low in your ear while his hand rubs over your side and his chest is pressed against your back.
“mhm.” your eyes were still closed, but your body was feeling everything; it was even more sensitive when you were half awake.
sometimes he'll do a little more and slip under the blanket and get in between your thighs, licking you over slowly and lazily, but not the kind of lazy that didn't put in any effort.
eating pussy is muscle memory for suguru, so it always feels nice, but when he's half awake, it's sweet and intimate; it makes you open your thighs more, his nose pushing into your clit.
it's something about the way he made it unintentionally sloppy; it had your body buzzing with pleasure, and all you had to do was lay there feeling good, and that was suguru's favorite view.
your eyes were closed, but you were still there, your chest rising and falling gently, your toes twitching every few seconds, your soft moans filling the air. it was all so perfect.
cw: very very suggestive, not proofread at all, probably bad, inspired by my new tattoo ^3^. 18+ mdni!
kento nanami knew his wife was full of surprises.
he learned this exactly three months into your relationship, before the years of marriage and life together, after you undressed for the first time. well—it was more like, after you guys were done with your first time, cuddled up in bed afterwards.
you’d thrown a leg over him, blank ink against the skin under your ass caught his attention. he tried to crane his neck as much as possible without startling you—trying to make out the detail on your leg he somehow missed.
he glanced in the mirror. though tiny, the cursive black letters curved against the round of your ass, and read out two words:
lucky you!
that was about the hottest thing kento had ever seen in his life. so much so he was almost convinced to wake you up for another round—until you began to snore against his chest.
he asked you about it the morning after.
“oh that? i was drunk and my friends convinced me to get it. i’m glad it’s in a place no one can see it.”
secretly, and almost selfishly, kento was too. he took a liking to the tattoo, for reasons unknown to you and to him too, really. he made a point running his thumb over it, started touching your backside more, even pulling up your dress just to see it. to run his hands over it.
to remind him that, yes, he was in fact lucky to even know of such a thing on your body.
what you didn’t know is that your husband is also full of surprises.
later down the line, after a very long work trip, your husband was finally home. he wasn’t your husband then—but he may as well have been. the tension of not seeing one another for so long snapped in an instant, right in the living room.
hands all over eachother, grabbing and kissing and leaving marks on one another’s skin, you dropping to the floor almost immediately—too quick for kento’s liking.
nonetheless, he let you unbuckle his belt and then undo his slacks, you took in his scent like a drug. he bit his lip in anticipation, lifting his hips for you to discard of his pants, almost drawing blood when your fingers hooked into his boxers. you pulled them down slow, teasing, looking him straight in the eyes.
yet something else caught your attention, two words in an almost identical cursive font on the top of your husband’s right thigh, dangerously close to his v-line:
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Now, I’m displaced with my three younger brothers. I’ve become their protector, their parent, their hope. We sleep side by side and I try to make them feel safe, even when I’m scared too.
We are trying to raise funds to rebuild our lives — to find a safe place, to go back to school, to have something to believe in again. I dream of going to university. My brothers have their own dreams too — of being a doctor, an engineer, just being kids again.
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