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@katgalle
wait wait wait
"Can I still keep up with you, Izuku?"
are u telling me this fucker's LAST WORDS might be to izuku? Ok not just TO Izuku but literally his name like literally IZUKU FUCKING MIDORIYA!?
okay yeah our sweetheart sunshine Izuku Midoriya is going to drop his pacifist (read: i-can-fix-him) attitude towards shiggyAFO and other villains so fast once he realises they killed his kacchan wow the man's going to go nuclear can't wait till he finds out..
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Finally done. It's been sitting in my works for a few days now I have just been too busy to get the post ready.
This is my contribution for @kxeyas breeding collab! I had to do it for my favorite Genshin impact character/my husband. Hope you guys enjoy <33
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Breeding kink (obviously), unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, multiple orgasms (mostly implied), Sour mood Diluc make brain brrrr, Adelinde absolutely hears the uh.. commotion, spit swallowing.
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Sweat drips down his face as he hovers above you. He only smirks when he notices a drop come off the tip of his nose and land on your skin.
He had been going at it for what felt like hours. The sticky mess between your thighs was proof enough at how he had been abusing your cunt since he returned home.
You hadn’t thought much of it when he came home in a sour mood, assuming Kaeya or Veti had taken all signs of life from him. You decided to get him a cup of his favorite grape juice and take it to his study in an attempt to make him feel a bit better.
That’s exactly how you ended up in this situation: practically folded in half on his desk, papers strewn on the floor, your shirt ripped open and his clothes not even taken off. His usually neat red hair is a mess from your relentless tugging.
Diluc lets out a groan when he feels your walls clench on his cock again, signaling yet another orgasm approaching.
“Greedy girl, haven’t you cum enough? Wanna give me another?” His thumb finds your clit, gently rolling over the bud as you start to squirm away from the overstimulation.
“Nggh- Diluc! C-can’t cum a-anymore..”
He lets out a breathy chuckle, pounding harder into your cervix as you continue to spasm. “You absolutely can, and you will. You wanna be good for me, don’t you Y/N?”
His mocking tone sends you over the edge yet again, making you let out a choked sob as your orgasm crashes over your body.
The sight of your tears makes his cock throb inside of you. In any other situation, seeing you cry would worry him.
However, when you’re babbling out nonsense about how badly you want him to cum inside you again, he feels himself lose all sense of reality.
He slows down when he hears footsteps coming upstairs. You whine at him, earning a stern glare.
“Quiet.”
“Master Diluc,” Adelinde’s kind voice has you slapping a hand over your mouth, “dinner is done. I can bring it-”
“T-That isn’t necessary! Y/N and I will be down… momentarily.” A wicked idea crosses his mind, making him smirk as he starts to slowly move inside of you again.
Your eyes shoot open and you start slapping at his chest, trying to make him stop. He only laughs, leaning farther forward so he can press himself even deeper. He feels himself getting drunk off the way your eyes roll back.
“Master Diluc? You sound exhausted. It’s really no problem to bring it upstairs.”
“I- shit- I’m fine Adelinde. Can you do me a favor though?”
“Umm.. of course, sir.”
He grabs your chin in his thumb and forefinger, opening your mouth before he spits in it, smirking when you moan at the action. There’s no way Adelinde didn’t hear that.
“I need a warm towel and a change of clothes for both me and Y/N. Would you place them outside the door?”
“I assume she’ll also need a bottle of water?”
“You know her soooo well, Adelinde. Thanks.” Once he hears her footsteps fade down the stairs he lets out a loud groan. “You like the maids hearing you like this, huh?”
You shake your head quickly, practically screaming as he shoves your legs to your chest. “N-no! Y-you did that a-all on your own!”
“Come on now.. Takes two to tango, love. Shit.. Don’t think I have much more in me..”
You whimper, reaching up to tug him by his hair into a heated kiss that’s mostly teeth and tongue. “Mmmph-! C-cum inside m-me, ‘Luc..”
Your kiss swallows his moans as he finally slams into you for the last time, his eyes glazing over as he spills so deep inside of you that you’re sure it’s going directly to your womb.
He lays his head on your chest, catching his breath as you tremble under him. “Archons.. Think it worked that time?”
You hum, gently detangling his hair with your fingers. “Maybe.. What had you so worked up anyways?”
He chuckles a bit, now turning his bright red eyes to your face. “Oh.. same stuff. Kaeya was drunk and Venti was trying to sing while inhaling bottles of wine.”
“So… you decide the best course of action was to fuck me in a mating press?”
His cheeks turn the same shade of red as his hair. “Y-Y/N!”
“Well, you did!”
He groans, finally pulling out of you. His eyes look where his seed is now starting to drip out of you. He raises an eyebrow, pushing it back in you with two fingers, causing you to let out the cutest squeal.
“‘L-Luc! M’still sensitive!”
“I know, but I’m not letting any of that go to waste.” He laughs at your blush. “Listen, if Adelinde is going to hear us doing this, I’m sure she’d appreciate a little one to come from it.”
You try and agree with him, but a sudden banging at the door makes both of you jump.
“You know damn well I would appreciate that! Now the two of you get down to dinner before I come in there and smack you both with a duster!”
You blink in shock, now looking up at a very flustered Diluc.
“I umm.. Come on, we should get dinner before we get beaten.”
Before you can get up, Diluc leans down, laying a gentle kiss on your lips and placing his hand over your tummy with a smile.
You can’t help but feel butterflies at the action, reminding you why you fell in love with such a seemingly gruff man.
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content warning (s): mature language - mention of asphyxiation - spitting - biting - exhibitionism - overstimulation - oral sex (fem receiving) - daddy kink - hand kink - breeding - unprotected sex - corruption - slight slapping - hard dom! porco
pairing: porco galliard x fem!reader
word count: 2.6k
a/n: i wanted to use this as a prep for my lifeguard! porco for @taixju summer collab (x) but that will be 100% dirtier and filthy. I have been having brainrot of him since he’s been animated *screech* i wanted to write more but you get the gist
banner credit: made it myself but porco fanart artist creds to @/KinNiku_OishiiZ on twitter
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✯ Porco isn't much for relationships and mostly plays around with others; however, all of his morals did a whole 360 once you stepped into his life.
✯ Very much a cocky, stuck-up man, and knows what exactly to make one fluster but doesn't know how to react when someone can actually deal with his bullshit.
✯ He is attracted to confident women who are assured of themselves, he does have a soft spot for shy girls because he knows just what to say to make them stutter.
✯ Porco is a hard worker and down bad for a hard-working woman because he knows if they want something, they will do anything to achieve that.
✯ Gives you cute pet names/classic ones like doll, darling, baby, bubs, love, honey, sweets, and amor.
✯ Porco comes from an Italian family, plain and simple. An Italian man with hints of his Italian accent.
✯ Although Porco has a mean facade towards everyone, he is a real sweetheart and kind human being, and that's what attracted you to him. He can be an angry and grumpy bean, he still cares and loves in his weird unique way, especially the ones he cares for deeply.
✯ He knows when something is wrong with you and wants to get down to what the problem is, he is always there for you and up for a vent if you need one.
✯ Porco knows you can overwork and pile much on your shoulders, so he does his part. If that may be acts of service or just being there, he always manages to always keep a smile on your face; it is what he loves most about you.
✯ Porco is your best friend in one and KNOWS you better than yourself; he is your equal and brings out the best in you.
✯ Porco bullied others for being romantic to their significant others but he really is a secret sweet tooth romantic and anything that is cheesy, already has it planned.
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✯ Definitely would be very cocky and stuck up around you because of his crush on you, thinking it would go in a good direction because he has no brains and doesn't think before he acts. He is much rather surprised to see you snap back at him with each comment or rather how you ignore him.
✯ Each passing day, he notices how he's always looking for you, waiting to see what you’ll say back or the annoying side looks you give him that he finds oh so cute.
✯ After finally getting the guts to ask you out, Porco would be the one to go out of his way to coordinate dates like visiting parks, cafes, museums, and different bookstores to check out on each date. He is a very big bookworm but you didn't know that until your third date. so we already know he will want to visit every possible local bookstore with you.
✯ He was the first to say “I love you”, and it did take some time for him. He wanted to be sure of himself because he knew you were, he was mesmerized at how beautiful you looked with the warm lights reflecting off of you, as you read together in his bedroom so caught up in the moment, he mumbled “I love you.” catching you a bit off guard but you always knew you loved him from the first stupid comment he made when you first met. Returning the mutual feeling made him push up his reading glasses to poorly hide his crimson shade cheeks.
✯ Book reading dates are something special because you and Porco both have a mutual love for books, no matter the genre or length they can be, that’s why he’s the best to have as a book buddy. He would ensure he had all the annotating supplies ready, even going as far as getting your favorite latte or drink before coming over.
✯ He loves to see your facial expressions while you read, the little giggles you let out make his heart flutter, pausing his reading; Porco really does love your smile. The way he feels all warm inside because he falls for you all over again as if he isn’t already.
✯ Porco was interested in these "spicy" books you talked about because you frequently get flustered which led you to get up and "take a lap", so he read along with you. He wants to get in on the action too
✯ Sometimes the dates can get steamy, blame the erotic books you buddy read together, but you nudge him on and leave him to always say, “why don't we recreate this scene ourselves rather than reading it?”; it was way better experiencing it than reading.
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✯ OVERLY handsy person, he will find any opportunity to have his hands on you; placing his hand into your back pocket, basically cupping your ass, hooking his finger onto your beltline, and wrapping his arms around your waist
✯ Hugs from him are just the best, although Porco is the size of fucking Mount Everest, the way his body fits perfectly into yours. Hugs from behind would be his signature move, he loves to hear you yelp in surprise and nudge your butt back into him while placing his chin on top of your head.
✯ Porco is the most loudly jealous person, but his actions would speak louder than words. If there are a group of guys eyeing you down, he places his arm around your waist and brings you in to trace his long finger over your lips, no kiss is needed. You know exactly what he was trying to do, make it loud and clear your his.
✯ As mentioned before, Porco loves having his hands on you, sometimes being a little too excessive but you love the feeling of his large calloused hands on the low of your back.
✯ Porco loves your hands, although you hate them, he loves the soft and warmness it gives him. Your hands are much smaller compared to his but he loves how delicate they look in his.
✯ He DEFINITELY buys you rings just to fidget with them when you hold hands
✯ Porco notices the small glances you give his large hands and fingers so he messages pictures of his veiny hands and arms post-workout; queue mutual hand kinks
✯ When you would be feeling down or not yourself, Porco knows just what to do to help make you feel better. If you didn't want to talk about it, he would just hold you close to him to let you know that he is there for you.
✯ Cuddling would be the best because he is like a giant human furnace, there is no blanket needed but sometimes you do need to push him away causing him to whine.
✯ Porco has been with many girls, there are no questions about that, but he very much is careful and worships you. He reassures your insecurities, as there is really nothing to be insecure about, and very much praises your whole body, all the imperfections you see are perfect to him. He has never felt this way about anyone and he holds that dear to him, there is nobody like the way you smile, smell, and soft finger trances you leave behind on his skin, which is what makes you special.
✯ He loves to trace his fingers over your stretch marks, connect the dots with the freckles on your body, and caress your tummy. Simply would love to have his head on your chest to hear the way your heart beats and soft breathing.
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✯ Porco was a very much well-known manwhore before meeting you, he knows how to please a woman and what makes them quiver under his touch.
✯ Porco’s cock is a little above average his ego is crumbling, quite beefy, and has a very good girth to it. He likes to keep it trimmed and not completely shaven but has a light happy trail.
✯ Although he may have a little above average dick, Porco knows how to give you a proper fuck, and have you creaming on his cock.
✯ Porco was a nervous bitch in the beginning with you. He wanted to make sure he was making you feel good, he gets more aroused when he knows he’s pleasuring you; however, he has never easily gotten a hard-on just from a simple makeout sesh nor had a woman that can keep up with him.
✯ Just having you make out on top of him while grinding against his cock would make him drip precum. The sounds of your pretty moans against his mouth, and the way you tug on his undercut literally will make him combust.
✯ Porco has never had a woman make him easily come undone but he swears you have something, also don't moan too hot or he’ll rip all your clothes off but he knows you love that oh so much.
✯ Porco is very much handsy during book reading dates and will have you sit in between his legs, fingering you, while you read your erotic book. Hearing your soft pants and heavy breathing as you try to concentrate. He loves watching you struggle so he bites on your ear lobe to make it even better for him.
✯ Porco has many kinks: degradation, praise kink, hair pulling, dirty talk, choking, asphyxiation, spitting, spanking, biting, exhibitionism, overstimulation, and pet names like sweet girl, pretty girl, baby. He loves it when he is in control and call him sir, or especially daddy.
✯ Porco never really had the thought of breeding or corruption until you. The way you sweet-talked the kids in your family or how you bit back at his snarky comments, giving a pressing hard-on in his pants that you could only relieve.
✯ Porco can be a soft dom when he wants to be a little soft and delicate with you; however, he is a very much hard dom. When fucking you, he holds your face making you passionately look into your eyes and feeling your hot moans in his mouth. He can be a little too invested in you and grab you by the neck slightly choking, but you give devilish smile, such a dirty slut for his cock you are.
✯ Always asks for consent no matter how long you’ve been together, he wants to make sure you feel comfortable and safe; you are what matters most, he could care less about himself. Your pleasure is important so you will always be put first.
✯ Going into what matters most, he will absolutely make sure you have all the orgasms first, ensuring what he’s doing is good and asking if you like it. He can tell you love it when he feels you squeeze around him. That's how he found out you loved letting him spit in your mouth.
✯ After finding your spit kink, he loves how dirty you were so he would grab your throat in any environment, always catching you by surprise and using it as an opportunity to spit in your mouth. He knows you're dripping wet by the time you get home or in the car. You did fuck like dogs in the car after he did that in front of Jean, he is very much territorial.
✯ He knows your body, everything, he quickly catches on to the things that make you moan and whimper. Definitely keeping a mental note to ensure his do’s and don’ts.
✯ What Porco lives for is you riding him. He loves the look on your fucked out face, eyes rolling back, telling him to go faster and deeper. He loves giving you light slaps across your face, as he tells you to beg for it. When picking up the pace, he will grab onto your neck and squeeze to make your face crimson red; only making you focus on his hard fast cock ramming into your cunt.
✯ Another thing Porco loves is to eat you out and his mouth does fucking god wonders. He loves the fact his tongue is making you whimper and moan and enjoys overstimulating you after you’ve cum all over his mouth. He loves to have his fingers inside you while he licks your sensitive clit and brings his long calloused fingers to have you taste your sweet slick.
✯ Sometimes you need to smack that man like you’re tagging out but that only makes him hold you down by grabbing your neck. He is just addicted to the sweet taste you leave in his mouth.
✯ High key loves your tits cause that’s his thing I don’t make the rules. Once he saw you lean over and saw your cleavage that was his limit. Squeezes your tits hard just to hear you yelp but religiously worships them. Your thighs are another thing, his dick twitches to you squeezing his head as he made you cum on his tongue.
✯ Lovemaking isn't his fortay but he’ll do so if he wants to show his love for you. When he is highly stressed, he will be extremely rough. During or after, he’ll ask if you’re okay and if he’s hurting you; Porco gives the best and most amazing aftercare.
✯ This man is super strong, super strong to where he can hold you against walls and hold you up while he fucks you, but loves to fuck you like a rag doll. Pulling your hair as he fucks you doggy style, pinching and biting your tits as he rams into you.
✯ As mentioned before, Porco has never had a woman that can keep up with him nor can have the dirtiest & kinky sex with him, so you were a package deal. Sometimes your sex drive was more than his, you can never get enough of his cock.
✯ He will find every opportunity to fuck you. Any surface place in the house is already checked off. Car sex? Yes, Public bookstore sex? Yes, party bathroom sex? Fuck yeah. Of course, Reiner walked in on you both but continued on like rabbit dogs. Let's just say you both were a match made in kink heaven
✯ Confidence and his ego radiate off him just by him making you cum on his hard cock not to mention his breeding tendencies, he’s never wanted more to cum inside a girl before you. He is a huge family man and loves kids. This man is so infatuated with you that he sees you having his children. His breeding kink is activated when you beg him to cum inside you. Since then, he loses control when he thinks about fucking a baby into you. He makes sure that every last drop of his cum is inside you and literally sticks his finger in your already overstimulated cunt to stop his seed drip out of you.
✯ Porco loves trying new things so bringing toys into the mix was a god-tier. Fascinated by your toys, he would be so excited to use them on you. Instantly gets hard watching what they do to you and gets entranced at the faces you make and the way you moan his name while looking at him. Especially the remote-controlled underwear vibrators, the exhibitionism at its MAX
✯ Although Porco was a manwhore, he became a manwhore for you and only you. He surprises and suggests new positions and games just so he can fuck your brains out. He can fuck you anywhere or on any surface possible, I think you're both just horny for each other and can’t get enough.
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camp counselor!megumi x camp counselor!reader x camp counselor!yuji - 3.8k words
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CW: explicit content, explicit language, predator/prey if you squint, threesome, mfm, f!reader, f!receiving oral sex, double penetration, spitting, unprotected sex, name calling, use of mommy/daddy, rough sex, exhibitionism
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The cicadas drone loudly overhead as the distinctly separate group of campers huddle together under the careful watch of the counselors assigned to their groups as they talk out strategy for the summer camp’s capture the flag tournament.
Megumi leans against a nearby tree barely listening to what his group had planned, knowing that he was going to perform whatever role they asked of him simply because they wanted him to. He loved his little campers to pieces and they made his summers away from studying for his education degree worth it.
A bright laugh from a few yards away pulls what little attention he’s assigned to his task. He knows exactly who that laugh belongs to, it haunts his every waking moment and even follows him into his dreams.
He watches with rapt attention at how you interact with your campers. You had a sizable group of seven year olds circling around you begging, rather loudly, for you to run for the flag through enemy territory. Something warm settles into his stomach as you nod enthusiastically with their plan, happy to help their ideas come to life, your face glows and it only adds to that twisting in his gut, only pulls from the pool of his thoughts that keep him company late at night.
Just because he was cold and domineering didn’t mean that he couldn’t picture himself with a couple of his own running around, with you carrying the next one on the way.
How would you be with one of his own? He mentally chastises himself, creating a fantasy where barely a friendship existed right now. Acquaintances at best. Coworkers.
Megumi is brought out of his reverie by a light punch to his shoulder, putting him off balance from the trunk he was leaning against.
“You’re leering at her again, Megs.” Yuji winks at him light heartedly, joining in his staring, as you lean down to tie a girl’s loose shoe.
“Don’t see how that’s your business, Yu.” Megumi says defensively, crossing his arms in annoyance at being called out on his behavior. “Or what your point is.”
“She’s a natural at this…” Megumi watches as a coy smirk plays across Yuji’s face, his eyes sliding to look sideways at him. Always the one to joke around and balance his gruff demeanor, Yuji can’t help but egg his demure best friend on.
“Great maternal instincts.” Yuji states with obvious male appreciation. The art of subtlety is completely lost on him. In reality, he empathizes with Megumi, having been knocked breathless and sucked in at the first smile you had made just for him.
Being able to have those thoughts on his own was not the same as someone voicing them in the open air. Megumi felt as if his body had started to vibrate. Or was he trembling?
The light frenzy that comment sent him into made him look grumpier than normal, but what Yuji was taken aback by was the tinge of possessiveness reflected in Megumi’s azure gaze.
Too far? Yuji muses to himself as he places two hands up in surrender, backing away to gather the campers so they could begin their game.
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You had talked a big game. Too big, in fact.
Your team, led by you and Nobara, versus Megumi and Yuji’s team… you didn’t stand a damn chance.
“Losers have to do all the mess hall and lounge room cleaning.” You boasted, full of unfounded confidence.
What was the exact moment you realized how fucked you were? If you had to put your finger on it it was when you were bolting through the trees, clearing a small meadow you had to cross to find the flag, with a sprint. Your breath panted from you harshly, your lungs sucking in barely enough air to keep you going when you heard his playful, carefree laugh.
Yuji was quickly closing the gap between you as Megumi herded you away from the flag to cut off your advance. You were the fastest on your team, but you weren’t quicker than these two. You had wrongly calculated that they would be sent into enemy territory to grab your flag, not defend their own.
You shiver with anticipation as you duck and weave through the trees opposite the meadow, barely escaping Yuji’s outstretched fingers. The thrill of being chased pounding through your veins. You let out a loud laugh, looking back when you hear his animated outburst as you continue to evade him.
You’re so amused with his reaction that you miss Megumi cutting you off, positioning himself right in your path, leaving you no time to stop your advance when you turn back, vaulting at full speed into his waiting arms. The force of the clash rocks him off his feet and collapses the two of you in a tangle of limbs in the dirt.
Arms scramble to push themselves up, firmly braced against his toned chest, but Yuji didn’t see Megumi in time either. He tripped over the entwined limbs to join the two of you on the ground, sandwiching you between the two of them. With Yuji pushing you down into Megumi, you’re unable to get up and correct the awkward positioning of all your bodies.
You look up to see Megumi’s eyes pinned to your face, or more specifically, your lips, with dark eyes as his hands grip your hips to steady you. That combined with Yuji pressing into your back, using your body to leverage himself off of you, his hot breath brushing against the back of your neck, made for a delicious pressure building between the three of you.
Cheering and screaming from the kids snapped you out of your haze, and you quickly removed yourself by pushing Yuji away to go see what team had won and who would be putting in the extra elbow grease tonight for cleaning.
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“Are you sure that you’re good to wrap up without me?” Nobara questions, drying her hands from where the dishes were washed, waiting on the shelf for you to dry them and put them away.
“Get out of here.” You nod and wave her off. “I wouldn’t want to be here a second later than necessary if I had morning duty like you.” You know she’d do the same for you, and after all, it was your big mouth that had gotten the two of you into this mess in the first place.
You manage to fly through the dishes, locking the doors to the kitchen that’s attached to the indoor lounge area where the campers would hang out and play board games and cards on rainy days, rotating your neck to work out the kinks for bending over the sink. A deep sigh leaves your chest as you shift on your feet, turning away from the door to leave and head back to your cabin.
For the second time today, you collide with a hard body that stepped into your path. For a second, you think Nobara had come back to help, but with your face just barely coming up to the person’s shoulders, you look up to see Megumi staring down intently at you.
You quickly back up, putting space between you until your back presses against the door you had just locked. A hand subconsciously comes up to rub at your neck, your eyes falling to the ground at his feet, to relieve some of the tension that was mounting.
“Fushiguro-kun,” You laugh awkwardly. “We have to stop running into each other like this.”
You watch the ground as you see him start to move, but to your surprise he continues to invade your personal space. A gasp forces its way out when you look up to see him cage your body in, one hand casually placed in his pocket, the other placed at the wall next to your head, leaning close enough that you feel his breath brush your lips. You playfully push at his shoulder, trying to separate so you could think straight.
“Stop being silly. I need to get back to the cabin to watch the ki-” Before you’re able to finish the statement about your campers, Megumi’s control snaps. Ever since your hot, supple body collapsed onto his, he’s been uncomfortable, itching in his skin to meet the demand of his desire running rampant with intrusive fantasies weaseling into his head now that he knows how you feel to grab and handle.
He could bend you over in a supply closet, or unlock this door and rail you on the prep table in the kitchen. He could drag you around the corner into the mess hall and spread you out like his own personal feast. Or his personal favorite, finding you in the dead of night, walking back to your cabin so he could grab you, lift you up, bare your cunt to the air, and fuck you merciouslessly against a tree until your screaming from the pain of the bark cutting into your skin and for him to cum inside of you.
He already knows your perfect little pussy would greedily swallow every single drop he’d give.
He can’t help but flatten you into the surface of the door, now. His unfulfilled thirst demands that he drink you down, claiming your mouth with a harsh kiss as he presses himself into you, dragging a hand up to wrap around your long ponytail, forcing your face to meet each stroke of his tongue against yours. Light growls fill the abandoned space from his chest and as he feels you return his assault on your lips, the growls turn into groans of satisfaction. And when he hears the moan that forces its way out of your throat, he swears he’s died and gone to heaven as he swallows it like it's his last meal.
You find yourself grinding your hips against him, desperate for a little friction. Your hands claw their way from his broad chest to the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down into you with all the force you can manage.
Megumi takes the opportunity to dip down, picking you up under your legs to carry you into the lounge. Despite the fury of heat tearing its way through him, he takes his time laying you across the large couch in the center of the room, following you down without breaking your kiss.
“Fuck…” He groans as he attacks down your neck, leaving marks as he goes, using his hands to work off your t-shirt and pull it over your head to reveal that you're not wearing a bra underneath. “F-fucking gorgeous.”
You think you’ve gone into a state of shock, the camp’s infamous ice king was currently worshiping your body, you can barely see straight, the quick breaths of air heaving out of your lungs is barely enough to keep your vision clear, the edges of your sight blackening as the deliciously hard length of he tented pants rub against your clothed clit.
“M-megumi!” You shriek out in ecstasy after a particularly hard tug on your hair has him bearing your neck and sinking his teeth into you. As your head is forced back, you're treated to a view of Yuji palming the seat of his pants, watching the two of you with intent, leaning against the door jam with a starved look in his eyes, his chest heaving in time with yours.
“Ya said you would wait for me.” Yuji pouts with disappointment evident across his features.
The intrusion leaves you shell shocked. How long had he been watching? You start to squirm underneath Megumi’s body, attempting to cover your exposed chest and hardening nipples from Yuji’s view, but his hands lock around your waist.
“Uh uh baby.” Megumi coos in your ear, using his grasp to lift you off the couch to sit in his lap, back on his chest, facing where Yuji was approaching. To make sure you wouldn’t try and squirm away again, Megumi holds your upper arms together behind your back. You whimper, feeling vulnerable in this new position, exposed to yet another coworker. Megumi finally addresses the intruder with a smirk, reaching around to rub your sensitive pussy through your leggings. “You think I could just stop with someone like this in front of me?”
“W-what are y-you two do- f-fuck!” You screech as Yuji leans down and takes a hardened nipple into his mouth, tonguing the skin before pulling away and blowing on the wet area, causing you to pucker right up before taking the point in between two dexterous fingers and twisting harshly.
“You got a point, Megs.” Yuji grins to himself, ignoring your questions as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants, roughly stripping them down your legs, taking your panties with them, and tossing them over his shoulder. The cold air mixes with the slick that's smeared down your thighs, raising goosebumps at the feeling of it cooling on your skin. “I can’t help but want to steal a taste.”
“Uh uh.” Megumi tsks in your ear when you try to pull your knees inward to cover your center. He takes his free hand and hooks it behind your knee, keeping you open as Yuji drops to his knees in front of you, lightly trialing a finger through the mess that’s seeped out of you onto your legs. “He’s been so patient, let him make you feel good.”
Patient? Wha-? The muscles in your stomach flinch at the first contact of his tongue licking up your center as you burrow your face into Megumi’s neck, your only available anchor with your legs held back and your arms pinned behind your back.
“F-fuck.” You pathetically whimper as your body tenses in preparation to fall over the edge. “R-right there, Yu- shit!”
Yuji’s arms wrap around your thighs, keeping you still as he watches you grind your hips against his face in time with your erratic breathing. He skillfully hardens his tongue, drawing shapes around your clit until your thighs snap shut around his face when the coil in your stomach explodes. Spasms wrack your spine as you twitch and tremble against the tongue that hasn’t stopped moving, extending your high for as long as possible.
When your body finally calms, Megumi is leaving love bites up your neck and behind your ears to help calm you. Yuji rises from between your thighs to meet you for a searing kiss. You needily mewl, lapping into his mouth to taste yourself on him.
“Want to know a secret, love?” He smiles drunkenly, blissed out on the sweet taste of your cum.
You whimper out a yes and give him a tired nod, the energy having left your body with the end of your orgasm, leaving a twitching, quivering mess in its place.
“‘Gumi really wants to see you bursting with cum, baby.” He trails his fingers lightly down your exposed chest, and to your heat where he palms you so he can hear your sweet little satisfied sounds, assuaging the ache he knows is still present. “Wants it flowing down your thighs when your abused little cunt can’t handle it anymore.”
He continues to rub you, then moves to sink three whole fingers into you with little resistance.
“And look at you.” He roughly pumps his hand into you, smirking deviously as your eyes cross and your mouth falls open. “‘Think this slutty, soaked hole could fit both our cocks and our cum.”
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Megumi growls. A strangled sound is forced from your throat as Megumi forces you to look back at him, his fingers squishing your cheeks together, making sure you provide him your full attention.
He presses hard enough to force your mouth open, spitting a glob of saliva into your warm mouth before covering your lips with his palm so you’re forced to swallow it in a cloudy, lustful haze as he continues to degrade you.
“Pinned between us. Thrown into whatever position we want to take you in.” He presses his large, calloused hand into your lower abdomen, pushing against you so you can both feel where Yuji’s fingers are still forcing their way into you. “Treated like our own little cum dump until our seed sticks.”
Megumi lets go of your spread leg, moving to smack Yuji’s wrist so he can pull his fingers from you. You whine in protest before he then turns to give your pussy a firm smack.
“Don’t be a greedy whore.” Megumi chastises, moving you from your sitting position against him. “I think you’ve had enough special treatment. Straddle me and ride my cock.”
He lifts his hips so you can push his shorts and boxers to the ground as you move with wobbly legs. You watch as he spreads his precum down his shaft from the angry red tip of his cock. You reach out, drooling at how thick he is, pressing your legs together at the idea of the burn of him bullying his way into you. You reach up to touch him, wrapping your hand around him as you move to shove his length down your throat.
“What did I tell you?” He growls sternly, smacking your cheek in punishment. “Every single drop is being bred into your pussy.”
Megumi hauls you up his body, forcing your legs to spread to accommodate his waist beneath you as he lays back on the couch, dragging his heavy tip through your folds to accumulate the slick he needed to slide into you.
“Stop teasing me ‘Gumi-!” You scream as he pulls you down onto his waiting length, the tip of his cock slamming into the back of your pussy with each hard thrust.
“F-fuck yes.” He groans as your heat swallows him with ease, fucking up into you with a brutal pace. “Such a perfect fuckable, breedable slut for us.”
You writhe on top of him, scrambling for anywhere to move away from the assault on your gummy walls, any forgiving surface for you to latch onto to ride out the waves of pleasure coursing up your spine.
“‘Think you can take more than this, don’t you think?” You struggle at the thought of what could possibly be more than this when your glazed over eyes meet Yuji’s dark stare, dipping when you notice the movement of his hands shoved down his boxers.
“Yuji.” Megumi calls him over, gritting his teeth in concentration, as Yuji settles behind you. “Hold her still and come feel this sopping wet pussy.”
Your moans mix with the squelching sound of Megumi’s cock driving in your center when you hear Yuji’s zipper being undone and the sound of his belt hitting the floor.
Megumi doesn’t cease fucking into you as you arms are forced behind your back by Yuji, forcing you down into Megumi’s chest, mocking the incident during the game this morning.
Only when the head of Yuji’s cock grazes your entrance where Megumi is stuffed, does he stop his movement. With one hand pinning your arms and the other settling to hold you down by your neck, Yuji deepens the angle so he can push his mushroomed tip into you next to Megumi’s cock, giving you time to adjust to the intrusion.
You can’t even scream. Any noise emanating from your throat came out in broken rasps as you spread around the two of them, clawing at Megumi’s chest as Yuji bottoms out inside of you.
As they build back up to your previous pace, it barely takes a few of their alternating thrust to catapult you over the edge again, pouring cum down Megumi’s bare legs and all over the couch.
“You like that, baby?” Yuji coos down at you, continuing to shove your trembling form into Megumi as his legs slapped against your ass. “Two cocks better than one? Are two loads of cum going to be too much for our mommy to handle?”
“She’s too cum drunk and fucked out to do anything but be bred, Yu.” Megumi chuckles at your crossing eyes and drool-covered face, gripping tightly at your hips with gritted teeth to control himself as you clamp down on them. “If you can’t handle all our cum, how’re you gonna give us a baby”
“How’re gonna be a mommy, baby?” Yuji eggs you on, joining Megumi in chastising you.
The way they talked about pumping you full of cum had you exploding from the orgasm that had yet to finish from moments before, searing your vision white.
“D-dad-daddy pleasepleaseplease!” You babble with tears streaming down your face with a hiccup. “C-come in-inside me! F-feels s’fucking good!”
You didn’t think that they had it in them to go faster or harder, but your cries, your begging, sends them into a fury of movement, the men fucking into you determined to be the first to fill you up and finish before the other.
“‘M gonna breed her first, Megs.” Yuji goades his best friend with a groan, already picturing how his seed will look running out of you, your sweet hole smeared and seeping thick globs of his cum that he can keep pushing back into you. Fuck. He’d fuck it straight into your cervix if he had to.
“Shit!” Megumi throws his head back, his hands gripping the fat of your ass for leverage to pull your body up and down onto his length. “The f-fuck you are. S’gonna be my baby that’s fucked into her.”
He’s ranting, whispering his dirty fantasies into your ear so Yuji doesn’t hear as he explodes into you. About how he’ll steal you away to one of the abandoned cabins in the woods and tie you down until your swollen with his child.
Yuji follows seconds later, painting your insides white as he reaches around to furiously rub your clit, throwing you into one final orgasm.
When you finally come down from your high, your overly sensitive body is still stuffed full of cock, the cum that sprayed out of you cooling on your feverish skin as you try to wriggle from their hold.
“Think again, love.” Megumi grips your waist possessively, the first term of endearment falling from his lips. “You’ll stay put until we tell you we're done with you."
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We've got DA:O, DA2, DA:I and now...
DA:D
Still thinking about how if Fenris is Hawke's LI, and if you sacrificed Hawke to save the Inquisitor, then Varric says he has to write a letter to Fenris to tell him what happened...
Except the only reason Fenris can read it, is because Hawke taught him how...
Can you imagine the years between Act 2 and 3 where Hawke and Fenris still clearly love each other but can’t act on it. Having to spend time with each other acting like nothing was wrong. All the longing looks, the sad smiles. Imagine them walking home from the Hanged Man together at arms length because any closer would be too much to handle, only to split off and return to their homes alone. Every time Hawke thinks she can move on she catches a glimpse of the favor around his wrist and the wound is reopened. They’re more than friends but not really lovers. Their love is requited and yet unrequited. The fire has nowhere to go, and so they’re consumed by it.
Anyway, I wish I could draw that.
File this under: Banter that hits different after you leave your Fenrismancing Hawke in the Fade
Broody Blue Wraith 🖤
happy pride
Your honor, I am in love with him
playing dragon age isn’t enough for me I have to crush it up and snort it directly into my sinus cavities
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Let me start off with this.. I AM NOT ONE TO ASK FOR HELP.
Now that we have that out of the way...
I hate even suggesting this, honestly. However, my family is in a bit of a bind. Here's the story.
In January me, my bf, my sister, and her bf decided to get our own place. My boyfriend had a job lined up which paid relatively well, and both my sister and her boyfriend could work full time, leaving me to focus on school and my volunteer hours that my degree requires.
My boyfriend took a huge pay cut because this store was owned by a different company. On top of that, both my sister and her boyfriend worked for this same guy. He was awful and would make many sexual comments about both my baby sister and her boyfriend. He was terrible. My boyfriend left the job pretty quickly.
He ended up getting a job that paid around what his old one paid Recently, they realized they over hired and quickly cut his hours despite him being the most trained in their kitchen.
My sister left the old job and got a new one, where she took a pay cut but has a decent boss. Her boyfriend was fired because of her leaving. He just recently got a job where he's technically a temporary position for a few weeks until they give him a permanent one.
My boyfriend left his job just around a week ago because of the cut hours becoming ridiculous. Not only that, but his assistant manager would constantly belittle him over a medical condition.
I am now working two jobs, one which pays minimum wage and one that is considered volunteer for my degree, on top of being a full time college student trying to get into my school's vet tech program. Starting next week my paid hours will be cut because I have classes again. Our rent is due in the next eight days and we can't afford all of it because of all these job changes.
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Holding on Chapter Two
I've been thinking about this OC a lot lately, so here's a continuation of the fic!
Chapter 1
WC: 4.6k
Warnings: Mental health issues, hints at death, very affectionate friendships(?), Gojo is Gojo, shameless flirting, arguing, name calling, language.
“She is absolutely not over me, I see.”
“Sato, that’s mean! Stop it.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I was just kidding.”
“...you were?”
Gojo chuckles as he stares at the road. His sunglasses are back over his eyes, but from the side Nova can still see the way they shine.
Gojo reaches to turn down the music before speaking again. “Your outfit is cute, baby. I like the sweater a lot.”
She laughs. “Oh yeah, cause you don’t recognize it.”
The shit eating grin makes her groan. “Ooooh, it’s the one you stole before you moved away and left me, isn’t it?”
Now she frowns, making him raise an eyebrow. “I.. I wanted you to come with me, Sato. You know that.”
He holds his hand out, waiting quietly until she places her hand in it. His thumb rubs soothing circles over the back of it.
“I know you did, but I belong here. You needed away after all of the shit that happened, and I never got upset at you for it. I just missed my best friend.”
“Still, I-”
“Baby,” he cuts her off instantly, “I was never ever upset with you. Hell, you left and got to a grade one sorcerer! I’d be stupid to hold you back from that.”
She bites her cheeks thoughtfully. Yeah, staying here meant she wouldn’t have been able to focus on her work.
Honestly, with the way her mental health was spiraling, she had considered moving in with Gojo so he was always around. She remembers the long conversation the two of them had planning for it just in case.
“It’s nice being back here. I’ve kinda missed having you in person to talk to.”
“Awww, I’ve missed you more. I sometimes caught myself about to sneak into your room when you would text me saying you had another nightmare.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “Really?”
He chuckles. “Of course. I wanted to help.. To let you fall back asleep and protect you from it.”
She looks away, gulping down the tears with a sigh. “You make it sound as if I’m a child, Sato.”
He brings the car to a stop in the parking lot before taking his hand away. When he places it on her face, he grins and squishes her cheeks together.
“Just wanna protect you baby. It makes me happy. Now let's go inside and get you that coffee I promised you.”
She jumps out of the car and rushes to his side. He opens the door before gently ushering her inside ahead of him.
As soon as she looks around the old cafe, her eyes well up with tears.
It still looks the same. The exact same.
She swears she could feel him beside her. Still hear his kind voice offering to order her drink, even a pastry or two cause he knew her bad habit of skipping breakfast.
A part of her wonders if she turns around.. If maybe he’ll be at their favorite table with a chair already pulled out for her.
“Same coffee order as always, baby?”
But it’s Gojo. The same white haired blue eyed man child that has tried to make her feel better since he’s no longer around.
“You.. remember it?”
He hums thoughtfully. “Iced almond milk latte with extra sugar, right?” She opens her mouth to correct him, but he places a finger on her lips. “Medium. I also seem to remember someone being in love with the banana nut muffins.”
“Gojo, let me p-”
“Nope. Go find a seat.”
He ignores her pouty face to turn to the barista who is patiently waiting for them to actually order. She turns back towards the table she was staring at earlier.
Surely it wouldn’t hurt to sit there again.
Her pace is slow as she walks over. Her fingers gently graze the table, and she smiles remembering how Gojo used to get in trouble all the time for jumping on it.
“How did I know you would come over here?”
She looks up at Gojo, holding a muffin with a slight smile on his face.
“I umm.. I miss him, Sato.”
“I do too, baby. Hell, I think about him everyday.”
The two take a seat in one of the booths, Gojo sitting on the outside just like her childhood boyfriend.
“Eat. You were on a train for a while.”
“Pushy pushy, geez.”
He chuckles, sighing softly when she takes a small bite of the muffin. Of course, she holds a piece out for him, which he happily accepts.
“So.. Mara isn’t over me?”
“Sato, love, do you think she is?”
He shrugs lightly. “She was acting like I meant nothing to her. I won’t lie,” he gets a devilish smirk, “it was kinda hot.”
“I’ll need a list of more questionable things you find hot, Sato.”
“Right now? Shit okay: thigh tattoos, mini skirts, corsets-”
“Those aren’t really questionable. You’re just horny is all.”
He scoffs, seemingly offended by her comment. “If I was horny, I would have made a move on you.”
“Like you did last week?”
“I was drunk you bitch.”
She smirks, finally able to catch him off guard. “Oh? Want me to pull up the texts?”
Shit. He grins, telling her that she played right into his hand. “Do it. Read them out loud while you’re at it.”
“Order for Satoru!”
He stands at the barista's call, laughing as Nova’s face only gets redder. Once he walks away, she starts running her hand absentmindedly on the underside of the table.
It doesn’t take long until she feels something odd. Something.. Familiar? Small scratches dug into the wood. However, they’re so old that she can’t quite trace the wording.
“You alright, baby?”
“Sato,” she looks up with wide eyes, “they haven’t replaced these tables?”
He tilts his head slightly as he sits. “Well, no? I don’t think so. Why?”
“Is it still there?”
His eyes suddenly flash with the realization. “It should be. Want me to get a quick- N-nova!”
Without warning she slips under the table, one of her hands grabbing his thigh to steady herself. She feels the muscles tighten at the sudden touch, but he doesn’t force her away.
“Pass me my phone! It’s here!”
He’s quick to grab it from the table, staring down as a few tears drip down her pale cheeks. “Hey, hey! Hurry up and come here, baby.”
She sniffles while she snaps a quick picture of the carving. The letters are still legible, but it’s obvious they’ve been there forever.
SNS Always.
“S-Sato.. He’s still here..”
He can’t help but reach down, gently cording his fingers through her hair. She leans into his hand, begging for comfort silently.
“Shhhh, it’s okay baby. I’m here and-”
“...Gojo? Where’s my sister?”
He closes his eyes. Of course Mara would walk into this specific cafe at this specific moment in time. This certainly doesn’t look like something friends do together.
“Ah, ya see. She’s currently under the table, a little preoccupied. Can you come back once she’s emerged?”
He swears he can see her fist clench slightly, but what else can he say?! Nova hates when he tells anyone she’s been crying.
He looks down to a wide eyed Nova, wiping her face hurriedly of the tears. He leaves a gentle scratch on her scalp before pulling his hand away.
“So.. what brings you here, Mara? I figured you’d still be squealing in your bedroom after I got in your bubble.”
She rolls her eyes, and the sight has him biting his lip. “As if. I hardly remembered your name, jackass. Nanami wanted coffee and this is where he typically goes. He’s just using the bathroom.”
“You two should sit with us! I’m sure Nova wants to-”
“I highly doubt Nova wants to see him. Nova? Are you dead down there?”
Nova finally slides back into the booth, small giggles erupting from her mouth. “I’m alright. Just saw an old memory and was looking at it for a while.”
Gojo smirks, leaning over to lay his head on Nova’s shoulder. “Awww, you gotta ruin the joke?”
Nova slaps his arm gently, leaning her head on his with a smile. Even after years, falling into his touch is natural for her.
“Hey,” Nova smiles at her sister, “if you and Nanami wanna come and sit I don’t mind. I know how to be civil.”
“I heard my name?”
The deep voice catches her off guard. What makes her jaw drop is the tall blonde man standing beside Mara now. His hair is in a neat undercut, his brown eyes slightly narrowed, and holy shit he’s built.
This is not Kento Nanami. Hell no.
Last she saw, he was a tall scrawny boy with hair that hung in his face. Now he looks like.. A put together man.
She hates to admit she kinda figured being a sorcerer would be too much for him to handle.
“Kento Nanami? You’ve changed a lot… And got a haircut.”
He groans in annoyance, now looking over towards Nova. “Yeah, I guess. Nice to see you again, Nova.”
Gojo suddenly leans forward, his arms propped on the table. Nova knows the look he’s sending Nanami all too well.
She knows he’s waiting just in case he says something out of turn.
“I’m shocked you’re being so kind, Nanamin.”
“Don’t call me that. Why wouldn’t I be, exactly?”
Gojo chuckles. “Didn’t you and Nova hate each other after your first year of high school? I seem to remember getting involved in it.”
Nova touches Gojo’s arm gently, pulling his shirt so he looks back at her. “It’s okay.. We were teenagers.”
Nanami seems to nod at that. “I’m over it. I can’t remember what the fight was about, actually.”
Nova catches the raised eyebrow look Mara sends his way, making her wonder if he actually does remember the argument. Nova still recalls the entire situation.
It was completely childish. The two of them were at their lowest points and simply lost their temper with each other.
She very vividly remembers calling him an idiot and slapping him in the face for bringing up her lack of a cursed technique. The yelling and name calling didn’t stop until both Gojo and Mara pretty much pulled them apart.
“I don’t either. It was probably stupid. We’re okay then?”
He seems to smile a little. “Yeah. Mind if we sit with you?”
Nova’s cheeks warm slightly when he takes the seat across from her. “O-of course! I mean, not. I mean, yeah you can.. Fuck. Just sit in the fucking chair.”
Mara starts laughing softly, earning a glare.
“Baby,” Gojo suddenly whines and flops his head in her lap, making her squeak, “I’m dyyyyyyyying! Pay attention to me!”
“Sato, dear, I’m right here!”
Nanami grabs his coffee and sips at it with a raised eyebrow. “Why am I not shocked at his behavior?”
Mara scoffs. “Cause he’s childish?”
“You know my thoughts too well.”
Nova can’t help but laugh as Gojo pouts up at her. “You’re gonna let them talk about me like that, baby?! Rude!”
“Oh come on, you know you can be a man child. I wouldn’t still be your friend otherwise.”
Gojo grins, nuzzling his face affectionately into her thighs. “I know, but you love me. Imma take a nap here.”
“You can take a nap later. Sit up!”
He groans, but listens to her without much argument.
Nanami rolls his eyes before looking at Nova. “So, it’s been years since we talked. How was Osaka?”
Nova grabs her coffee with a bright smile. The sight of it makes Gojo grin.
“Oh, it was good. The past two years I would travel three times a week to the Kyoto campus and run through martial arts with the students. My sweet babies.. It’s hard to believe my first three are in their third year..”
The memories with those three are certainly as frustrating as they are fond. Aoi would always ignore her instructions, but was the first to lose his temper if someone disrespected her in his presence. Noritoshi worked so hard it was a flaw, but never once uttered that he couldn’t do something. Momo was always concerned about appearances, but would constantly tell Nova that her help was appreciated and valued.
She went on countless trips, bought tons of gifts, made so many cakes for celebrations.. Even the now second years loved when she would visit because they knew she cared for them more than she did results.
Nanami hums softly when she stays quiet. “Your babies, huh? You enjoyed teaching them, then?”
“Oh, absolutely. I think they enjoyed that I would get them lunch all the time.”
Gojo snorts. “Hell, I'll buy my students lunch.”
Mara smiles. “I think I would too. A good relationship could motivate them to work harder.”
“Nanami, how has being a sorcerer treated you?”
He blinks and takes a long pause before answering. “Oh I quit for a while.”
“Excuse me?”
He seems a bit amused at her shock. “I worked in an office for a few years after high school. After what we went through I wasn’t sure it was for me anymore. I’m just recently back to taking missions.”
Gojo snaps his fingers, poking Nova’s nose. “And guess who he called to get back into it!”
Nova can’t help but play into his childish antics. “Oh, don’t tell me it’s the one and only Satoru Gojo.”
“Number one in your heart! ..and against the elders’ wishes.”
Mara and Nanami seem like they’re copying each other when they both pinch the bridge of their nose. However, it’s Mara that speaks. “Do you have to encourage him?”
Gojo huffs. “Geez, y’all must be dating with the way you’re acting alike.”
Nanami raises an eyebrow. “Hmmm?”
“Wooooah, are you actually?!”
Nanami and Mara share a look before shrugging. She tries to keep it hidden, but something inside her deflates a bit at their reaction.
Of course they could be. Nanami and Mara have been friends since middle school. Nova had never taken the chance to get to know him very well.
Well… aside from asking him to spar. She’s still pretty sure he would never hit her with all of his strength because he was taught not to put his hands on girls. She still recalls the horrified look on his face when he witnessed her father, a special grade sorcerer, put a dent in a wall with her when she asked to spar him.
Never again did she challenge her dad. Lesson learned.
“No fucking.. I have to piss. I’ll be back, baby.” Gojo grabs Nova’s hand, kissing the top of it before rushing off.
Even Nova stares in shock after him. He never kisses any part of her in public. It’s normal in private for him to do something small like that or a kiss on the top of the head.
Something about what was said is bothering him.
“So, you two are together?” Nanami’s sudden question catches her off guard.
“Ummm, if I say no, will you believe me?”
“Will you be offended if I say no?” Is he.. Teasing her? She searches his face for any sign of it, and she’s somewhat pleased to see the corner of his mouth turned upwards in a slight smirk.
“Well,” oh playing with him could be hilarious, “I’m his baby. That’s all.”
Mara’s eyes scan back and forth between the two of them. To say she’s shocked would be an understatement. “I should leave right?”
Nanami looks at her with a very confused tilt of his eyebrow. “Why would you leave?”
“I mean, I feel awkward sitting here as my sister and you fuck each other with your gazes.”
Nanami lets out an annoyed groan, now placing his hand over his eyes.
Nova drops her drink, spilling it all over herself. She yelps, jumping up and shaking the ice into the floor. “F-fuck! That’s cold!”
Mara rushes from her seat with a worried look. “I’m so sorry! Here, let me help you.” Her sister is quick to grab some napkins and start patting the sweater in an attempt to dry it. Luckily most of the coffee was already gone.
“It’s okay, Mar. It happens. Did any get on you Nanami?”
He’s suddenly up, picking ice up from the floor. “No, none got on me. Do you need a different shirt? I might have something in my car.”
Nova feels her face warm considerably at the offer, but gulps down her nerves. “No, I have a tank top under this. Just uh.. Hold on.” Without anymore warning, she pulls the sweater off, making sure her tank top doesn’t rise up as she does so.
She can’t help but smile when she sees that Nanami looks away with a light tint to his cheeks. At least he’s respectful.
Mara seems to smirk at her friend before turning her attention to her sister again. “I would give you my shirt, but the cafe wouldn’t enjoy the show.”
“You sure about that, princess? Hell, I would.” Gojo snorts as he walks over, hands casually in his pockets.
Nova and Nanami are both ready to tell him to behave, but Mara cuts both of them off as she quickly turns on her heels, jabbing her finger into his chest.
“We aren’t friends, Gojo, and I’m certainly not a princess. Either refer to me as Sagaku or keep your arrogant ass quiet. Clear?”
He keeps the cocky smile on his face apparent, but Nova sees the way his eyes fill with hurt. She fights the urge to rush over to him and tell Mara to back off.
“Crystal. I’ll do my best to remember that, ma’am.” His phone starts buzzing, and he doesn’t say anything else before walking outside to answer it.
Nova can’t help but stare after him, worry filling her chest at the way his eyes are downcast.
Nanami sighs. “Did he really call you princess so casually? What the hell?”
Mara rolls her eyes. “The fucking nerve.” It wasn’t until she looked at Nova again that she seemed to lose all of her anger. “Hey, are you crying? Nova?”
Nova tears her eyes away from the window, still gripping his stained sweater in her hands as if it was her life force. “I-I’m okay. Don’t worry.”
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would upset you. Really, I am.”
Nova nods, choosing to stay silent. She knows if she speaks she’ll sound angry and she doesn’t want that.
She can’t say Gojo didn’t deserve it, but seeing the way he stared at Mara made Nova’s heart ache.
It isn’t either of their fault in the long run. Gojo doesn’t understand that princess is a nickname that’s special Mara. Dad was the only one who could call her that. She was his princess and his alone.
Mara doesn’t understand that Gojo has been there for her and refuses to tell her about it. When that assassin, Toji Fushiguro, tried to kill Gojo, he threatened to “make those cute redheads pay for him getting brave and fighting back”. Gojo laughed, telling the man that if he touched any of his family that he’d die a slow death.
Mara still doesn’t know Gojo truly cares for her safety and would defend her without a second thought.
“I umm.. I should check on him. He can’t be alone when he’s upset. Nanami,” the blonde looks a bit shocked hearing his name,”it’s really nice to see you again. We should.. Uh.. talk more.”
He instantly nods. “Yeah, that sounds great. It was nice catching up.”
She feels a bit awkward now. Should she.. Hug him? She wants to, but she hasn’t hugged him since middle school when he killed his first curse. She remembers practically jumping on him in excitement, leaving him flustered and panicked because he wasn’t sure if he could hug her back due to her dad being there.
A handshake still seems awkward. What the hell are they, business partners making a deal?
Mara seems to notice the dilemma on her sister’s face and laughs. “Geez, you two are making me feel awkward. Say goodbye already! Ken-Ken, just give her a hug.”
“I’m not going to randomly hug somebody, Mara, and watch what you call me.”
Nova giggles, rubbing the back of her neck. “I mean.. I’m stupid physically affectionate with my friends, as you can see. I would be okay with a hug.. If you are, of course!”
She feels bad not adding the last part as she remembers how touch revolted Nanami became after the Yu incident. Even Mara had to be extremely careful with the way she approached him.
He stares at her for what feels like hours before softly speaking. “I umm.. I think I’d enjoy that.”
She places the sweater down, holding her arms open and making grabby hands at Nanami, enticing a small laugh from him as he walks closer.
She expects the most awkward hug in the world, but the way he holds her so gently makes her feel like she’s hugging someone who has missed her presence. He’s very careful of his hand placement, making sure he stays respectful of her boundaries.
He can’t help but relax himself when he smells the familiar smell of her perfume. She still wears the same one after so long? And he still remembers the scent? Okay now he really feels like a creep..
When they part from each other, he swears that she looks almost ecstatically at him.
“See you later… Ken-Ken.”
His small smile falls as she rushes out while laughing. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to scold her.
Nova looks over towards Gojo, where he’s leaning against his car and staring blankly at the sky.
“Sato..?”
He looks at her and smiles lightly. “Hey baby. Ready to go?”
“Are you okay?”
“Hey, don’t worry about me. I’m the best, remember?” He ruffles her hair gently, making her smile.
“You can’t convince me you aren’t upset.”
He looks towards the cafe, where Nanami and Mara are still talking. “Can we talk about it in the car at least?”
She nods, rushing to get in the passenger seat as he climbs in.
“Okay,” he starts with a sigh, “that hurt. A fucking lot.”
“Yeah.. I noticed.”
He sighs, starting the car. “I don’t understand what I did. I was fucking playing. I guess someone who decides Nanami is their best friend really can’t take a joke.”
“Hey hey, that’s still my sister. Watch it.”
“I’m totally not sorry, Nova.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, not really appreciating the snippy attitude of his. “Satoru, you called her princess.”
“Oh come on, I wasn’t being a pig or-”
“Our dad called her that.”
If he wasn’t driving, Nova is sure Gojo would have started beating his head against something. “Tell me you’re lying.”
“Satoru.. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
He bites his lip before suddenly turning into a random parking lot. The turn is sharp and Nova has to grab onto what she calls the “oh shit bar” to keep herself sitting up. He stops the car, completely shutting it off before slamming his head on the steering wheel.
“I’m such a dumbass..”
“No no no, hey, come here Sato.”
He looks at her before leaning over the console, resting his head on her chest. She runs her fingers through his soft hair, frowning when she sees the red spot on his forehead. He didn’t even keep his infinity up to protect his head.. He wanted to feel the pain.
She hums a random tune softly, making him look up at her as she does.
“..Thank you.”
“Of course, dear. Feeling a bit better?”
“No.. I have to apologize.”
“You absolutely do.”
He sighs, closing his eyes when he feels her kiss the very sore spot. Maybe he shouldn’t have hit quite so hard..
“What better timing than in the next few days, I guess.”
“Hmmm?”
“The elders called. I have a mission next week with her.”
Nova’s jaw drops. What fucking luck is that? “Are you serious? She’s going to get that text and be pissed.”
“Yeah, had it been a bit earlier I would have planned to take her for a nice dinner or something.”
“You can still plan that.”
“If she doesn’t kill me.”
Nova laughs. “She won’t. She knows I need you, Sato.. Just keep your infinity up.”
“Noted.. I’ll make it up to her somehow. Umm..,” Gojo suddenly leans up, awkwardly looking away from her, “question.”
She tilts her head. “Yeah? What’s up?”
“Do you.. Feel anything?”
“Really confused.”
He rolls his eyes before gesturing between the two of them. “Between us, you dingbat. Like.. romantically.”
Her eyes widen at the sudden question. Why the hell would he wonder that? “I umm.. No. I don’t think so? Why?”
He chuckles. “Just wondering. I was uh.. Curious if there would be. Sometimes being apart and then suddenly coming back together can trigger some.”
He drums his fingers on his leg as she comes up with her words. “Umm.. do you?”
“I.. I’m not sure. Umm.. can we.. see?”
“Satoru, I don’t-”
“Not that. No. Just.. can I kiss you?”
She stares at him, slightly narrowing her eyes as he smirks. When she holds her pinky out, he recalls their little promises. Anything where they lock pinkies stays between them, no exceptions.
He wraps his slender pinky with hers, lowering his voice to a whisper. “It goes to the grave, baby. Come here.”
His free hand grasps her cheek, pulling her face to his.
It isn’t the first time they had kissed. Hell, there was the time she played spin the bottle after sneaking out at like two in the morning for the first time. Then there were the times he didn’t know how else to comfort her, so he’d pull her into a long kiss in hopes that it would make her calm down. News flash, he never did it again.
Still, the feeling of his mouth on hers.. Makes her tighten her fist slightly. Something about it just isn’t right.
It’s wrong. Being with him like this feels wrong.
He seems to feel the same, pulling back with a small frown. “Welp.. I think we have our answers.”
She nods, bringing her hand up to wipe her mouth off. “S-sorry..”
“No need, baby. I was more curious about myself. Someone seemed smitten with a salaryman.”
Nova rolls her eyes, shoving Gojo gently. “Oh shut up. He’s.. different.”
“Nova,” he sighs, “I’m only concerned because of how he lost his temper with you before. For Christ’s sake, I almost killed him when he called you a bitch.”
“I also slapped him, in case you don’t remember. I’m sure I said some nasty things. We were both wrong and hurting. I’m not upset with him anymore.”
Gojo sighs, silently admitting his defeat. “Well it seems he and Mara might have something.”
Ouch, she forgot about that part. “Yeah.. maybe. I’ve never asked her.”
“Maybe I’ll ask on the mission.. If she gives me the time of day.”
Nova’s phone buzzes loudly, making her jump. She opens the texts, which are from a number she hasn’t saved.
However, the content of the message is all too familiar.
Nova Sagaku (Grade one sorcerer)
You are to accompany Grade one Sorcerer Kento Nanami on a mission in four days. Two Grade one curses have been spotted around Kyoto. These are extremely dangerous and have been known to take civilian lives. Please be cautious when approaching. This mission will likely take multiple days, so please prepare to book hotel room(s) for the two of you.
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Nanny (Arataki Itto x reader)
I have been putting this fic off for so long. I must apologize to my best friend @katgalle for the absolute cockblock I have been over this fic. I'm very happy with how it turned out. Hope y'all enjoy.
WC: 4.2k
Warnings: Breeding kink, daddy kink, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), pet names, modern AU, single dad, mentions of divorce, tummy bulge, size kink, soft ending, Itto is so in love
As soon as the sun rises, so do you. Your day starts early and it’s pretty rare that it ends before dusk.
You stretch your arms above your head before jumping out of the inviting warmth of the bed in your boss’s house. Well… it’s also your house.
You started working for Mr. Arataki around a year ago as a babysitter for his twins. He has always paid well and offered you the extra room last month so that he could hire you as a live-in nanny.
It all works out well for you. You adore the cute little twins, and they seem to look towards you as a strong female role in their life.
Not to mention that their father is quite the catch. Tall, strong, handsome, and even funny.
He never gives you details on what happened with the twins’ mother. All you know is she is no longer in any of their lives. You can only assume it’s for good reason.
As you finish adjusting your blouse, you can already hear the delighted squeals of the children from downstairs. Then, a loud roar booms.
“I’m the big bad oni, here to steal your souls! Give them here!”
The shrieks from the kids, paired with Mr. Arataki’s own laughter, makes your stomach do flips.
He must hate how often he’s gone. There’s never a doubt in your mind that he loves his children. Even when he’s exhausted from work, he makes time to play with them, read them stories, or just cuddle on the couch.
You decide that you should make your way downstairs before the little ones think you’re lost.
Little Amelia, who has the same crimson eyes and snow white hair as her father, is the first to notice you. She wiggles away from her dad’s grip to greet you with a big hug.
“Y/N! Dada said he has the day off today!”
You scoop her up with a giggle. “Oh? That’s amazing! What does he have planned for today then?”
Rylen tugs at the crimson horns on Mr. Arataki’s head, making his dad let out a playful ‘ouch!’
“We’re gonna go to the park with him! We totally have to show him the awesome fort you helped make!”
“Well first,” you kiss Amelia’s cheek before walking over to place one on Rylen’s head, “I have to get some food into those tummies.”
“Oh,” Mr. Arataki looks away from you, suddenly a bit bashful, “I fed them. I made you a plate, too. Just some pancakes and fruit. Not nearly as good as yours, but I thought you could use a bit of a break.”
Your own cheeks warm at the sincerity of his words. “S-sir, surely you’re still tired from working so late last night. Please, don’t worry about me. But.. thank you. That was very sweet.”
“Ah.. it was nothing. What would you like to drink?”
“Sir, let me-”
Suddenly, Rylen and Amelia speak at the same time. “Orange juice, no pulp.”
Your eyebrow twitches slightly. “Snitches.”
Mr. Arataki snorts his laughter, placing his son on the floor. “Ahhh, kids are just so helpful. One orange juice, zero pulp coming up. Rylen, can you and Amelia start getting ready to go while Y/N finishes her breakfast?”
The twins nod, taking off towards their bedroom upstairs.
“Mr. Ara-”
“Itto, please. You talk to me as if we have a huge age gap… Well..” He suddenly blushes.
You can’t help but giggle at his nervousness. “Ah, seven years isn’t much. Still, don’t you want to spend time alone with them, M- Itto?”
You don’t catch the way he has to bite down on the inside of his cheek when you call him by his name so casually.
“You’re crazy, right? You’re part of our family. They want you there just as much as I do.. I mean, I want you there just.. Shit. Take your orange juice from me.”
You take the juice with shaky hands, gulping down the shocked yelp that almost erupted from you.
He wants you to come with? Not just the kids?
He rubs the back of his neck, gently pushing your pancakes towards you. “You mentioned you loved (favorite fruit), so I made sure to pick some up on my way home yesterday.”
You mumble a soft ‘thank you’ before digging into the breakfast. The pancakes weren’t warm anymore, but they tasted pretty good. Pair it with the fruit and it was actually great.
Once you finish and wash your plate, Itto grins. “Were they okay?”
“They were great, sir. Thank you so much.”
His cheeks dust pink, actually taken back from the compliment. “Oh.. I uh- you’re welcome. They were just.. From a box.”
“Dada, Y/N, park time!” Rylen’s insistent voice makes both of you laugh.
“Oops- it seems he gets that from me. Ready to go?”
“Of course. Do you already have the car seats in your car?”
He chuckles. “Bought extra ones just so we don’t have to constantly move them between our cars. Wanna buckle Amelia in while I handle our little loudmouth?” He ruffles Rylen’s snowy hair playfully.
Your eyes widen slightly. He called Rylen.. Ours.. “Of course. Come on sweetie.” Amelia is more than happy to be scooped into your arms.
Once you make it to Itto’s car, the two of you are quick to get the kids strapped in. Amelia grabs her stuffed monkey that always seems to be within her reach, while Rylen grabs a random rubiks cube that was on the floorboard.
“Son,” Itto chuckles as he gets into the driver’s seat, “if you figure that out, tell me. You’ll be smarter than your old man.”
Rylen lets out a laugh, carefully watching the way the cube colors switch as he plays with it. “Dad, I’m already smarter than you.”
He did not just-
Itto’s eyes shoot open wide as you cover your mouth to try and stifle the series of giggles.
“Son, did you just roast me?!”
When Rylen doesn’t answer, you do. “I think he did, Itto.”
“Well, ouch, my pride.”
Amelia’s small voice pipes in. “You have pride?”
“Hey! I’m taking the two of you to the park and you wanna team up on me? What is this?!”
The rest of the car ride is filled with laughter, despite the fact that the kids absolutely flame Itto. Still, it seems to make him very happy that all of you can play together like this.
As soon as the kids are freed from the confines of their seatbelts, they make a break for the swings as if there are other kids here. News flash, there aren’t.
“Twins, I swear. They really think I’m lame.”
You reach out, gently placing one of your hands on his bicep. Your gentle touch makes him glance over at you.
“No one thinks you’re lame, Itto. You’re just funny to pick on cause you get loud.”
He playfully rolls his eyes. “Admitting you don’t find me lame, are we?”
You tilt your head. “I’ve never found you lame, Itto. You’re a great person.”
Itto chuckles, but it sounds fake. “Ya think so?”
You’ve never seen him insecure, so the way his crimson eyes lose their arrogant gleam makes you worry. Does he really think bad of himself?
“I know so. Don’t you?”
He glances at you from the corner of his eye, obviously trying to find the words to say. “Well.. not to sound like some grandpa or anything, but one day you’ll find someone in this world you’ll love, see a future with, and their opinion alone will.. Well,” he lets out a sigh, eyes now focused on Rylen and Amelia swinging, “it’ll shape how you see yourself.”
You can’t help but frown at the uncharacteristic seriousness in his voice. “Your.. ex wife found you lame?”
He sighs softly, letting a fake smile appear on his face. “It doesn’t matter what she said. Not anymore. I’m over her because my family thinks I’m pretty alright.”
He shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, chuckling as Rylen falls onto his butt when he tries to jump off the swing. He notices his dad watching him and waves, letting out small laughs of his own.
“They really admire you, Itto. Every day I’m told that ‘dad is so cool’ or ‘dad is my hero’.”
“I hope it never changes. I know one day it will, but a man can dream.” He finally meets your eyes, smiling softly. “And how about you?”
You blink in confusion. “Me? What about me?”
“Well, I did say my family finds me pretty alright. That includes the girl sleeping in my spare room.”
Your face warms, making you look away from his sharp eyes. Damn, there’s no way he doesn’t notice at this point.
And you’re right to think that.
A sense of pride fills his chest when he notices the red creep its way onto the apples of your cheeks. You start to play with your own fingers, desperately trying to find your words.
He finds it intoxicating.
No matter how you see yourself, how you think your body looks, you're so small to him. He can easily pick you up, shove you against whatever surface is closest to him and-
“Itto, I already said you’re great. Did you not hear me the first time?” Your soft reply snaps him out of his thoughts.
“I did, I just wanted to hear it again.”
The rest of the day is spent playing with Rylen and Amelia at the park. After that, Itto declared that ending the day with takeout sounded awesome, so that’s where you four had dinner.
The twins really know how to tire both you and Itto out, but you can’t have imagined it being a better day.
It really made you feel like the four of you were a happy little family of your own. Itto even gave you a few hugs, obviously ecstatic to have some time with everyone.
Rylen yawns, snuggling into the crook of your neck while you rub his back. “I-I’m so sleepy..”
You watch as Itto finishes buckling in Amelia. “I know, buddy. Let's get you home and in bed, okay?”
He nods, squeaking when his dad takes him from your arms gently. “Sorry, kiddo, gotta buckle you in.”
“I can do it, dada.”
Itto smiles, albeit a bit sadly. “Let your old man do it for a bit longer, ‘kay?”
As he buckles his son in, you walk around to get in the car. Itto isn’t long after you, smiling softly as he buckles himself up.
“So, bed as soon as we get home?”
The kids don’t answer with words, but with small snores. You can’t help but giggle when you look back and see them already asleep.
“I think they agree.”
“Me too. Y/N, are you gonna go to sleep too?”
Truth be told, you were almost asleep on your feet during dinner. These kids have too much energy. For some reason, the words that come from your mouth don’t reflect your thoughts.
“Eh, probably not. I’ll just read until I’m tired. Why?”
He smiles, reaching his hand over to gently pat your leg. The sudden contact makes you jump slightly, but he doesn't seem to react to it.
“I was thinking that we could spend some time together, just talking. Does that sound okay?”
“O-of course, sir.” By the archons, you scream in your mind, just fucking touch me.
As if reading your mind, his long fingers dance their way up your thigh, gently squeezing as they do. “Good girl..”
You swallow hard, trying to control your breathing as he teases you, but it still comes out heavy and ragged.
“Y/N,” his whisper is suddenly harsh, “tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable.”
You want to scream no at him, beg him to continue, but the words are on the tip of your tongue and refuse to come out. Besides, the kids are sleeping in the backseat. You look behind the two of you at their slumped bodies, whimpering softly.
“They.. not here..”
He immediately moves his hand lower on your thigh, still caressing it with soft strokes of his thumb.
“Does that mean you still want to do.. Anything?”
You nod, placing one of your hands on his. “P-please? Just.. at home?”
He grins, a boyish excitement taking over his features. Despite that, he lets go of your thigh to grab your hand and bring it to his lips, gently kissing each knuckle. “I can do that. Hell, I’ve already waited this long,” He pulls into the driveway, smirking at you, “what’s five more minutes?”
With that, he hops out of the car, leaving you frozen in your seat.
“Can you grab Rylen for me, Y/N?”
“Y-yes sir! Of course!”
You help him unload the half asleep kids, somehow barely managing to wake them in the process. Once inside, the two of you make your way upstairs, opening the twins’ shared room to place them in their beds.
As always, you place a kiss on Rylen’s head before moving to Amelia, doing the same. Itto follows behind you, whispering to each child that he loves them.
Once the two of you get to the door, you reach down to flick on their little snail night light before turning out the overhead.
“Sweet dreams, babies. I’ll see you two in the morning.”
The twins hum in response, but it’s only Amelia that speaks.
“Night night, momma. Night night, dada.”
Your eyes shoot open, but the feeling of Itto’s hand on your lower back quiets you.
“Goodnight, my angels.” He shuts their door, gently leading you downstairs. “Did she offend you back there?”
“N-no, of course not! I just wasn’t expecting that.”
He chuckles softly, finally taking his hand from your back once the two of you make it downstairs. “I’m glad. Wait, I mean I’m glad she didn’t offend you, not that.. Ugh. Whatever, you know what I mean.”
His awkwardness is suddenly back, causing him to rub the back of his neck, unable to look you in the eye. “About.. Earlier.. Are you still interested in.. ya know..”
Your face warms again, making you gulp down your nerves. Why must he be hot and sensible? “I mean.. I-I have been for a while and.. I’d hate to miss out..” That came out way more awkward than you intended.
However, your words seem to spark something in his gaze, making him look in your direction with a smirk. “A while? Why haven’t you mentioned it?”
He expects an answer. You know he gets worried if anything goes unanswered for him. “Well… you’re my boss who was going through a rough divorce. That would be.. Very inappropriate. Besides, I worry that the kids would find it weird.”
He chuckles, placing his thumb and forefinger on your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. The crimson hues are filled with what you can only describe as hunger.
“Divorce is finalized.. I told you that when it happened. The kids love you, so what would they find weird?”
You gulp at how gently his long nails run along your skin. His eyes follow what you can only imagine is a trail from them. His scarlet eyes find yours in a heated gaze, but he only stares at you. He doesn’t say anything else.
He’s obviously waiting for you to speak.
“I.. well I’ve been their Nanny for some time now and.. And people around here know that. Aren’t you worried how everyone else would-”
Your rambling is cut off by Itto shoving you into the nearest wall and slamming his lips to yours. The kiss is full of teeth and tongue, neither of you caring about anything but being as close to each other as possible.
His large hands slide under your ass, squeezing it harshly and lifting you as if you weigh nothing. You let out a squeak, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grins cockily at you.
“Fuck what they think, I want you. Come on now, Y/N,” one hand comes up and suddenly wraps around your neck, “tell daddy you want to be his good little girl.”
Your eyes roll back when he gently squeezes the sides of your neck, filling your head with a fuzzy feeling. “I-I wanna be daddy’s good girl.. Fucking christ, Itto please..”
He lets out a short laugh before pulling off the wall, quickly walking into his room. “Please what, baby? What can I do for you?”
He drops you onto his bed, smirking as your body bounces on the mattress. Your pupils are blown wide with lust as you watch him pull his shirt over his head.
“T-touch me, daddy.. Please?”
He wastes no more time pulling your pants down your legs. His eyes are instantly drawn to the dark spot staining your panties, making him groan.
He falls to his knees in front of the bed, slowly pulling the drenched fabric down your legs. His eyes don’t leave your pussy for a second as he does it. He can see your essence already shimmering along your slit.
“So fucking pretty, baby.. I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry.” He rubs his hands soothingly up and down your thighs as he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed.
“W-what are you doing?” He laughs softly at the question.
“Me? I’m simply enjoying what’s mine. Now,” he places one of your legs on his shoulder, “try not to wake the kiddos, okay?”
He lays his tongue flat against your pussy, slowly dragging it up to gather every bit of the tart liquid coating it already. You already start to wiggle, so he grabs your hip and holds you down easily with one hand.
“Now, I can’t enjoy this if you’re squirming around.. Be a good girl and let daddy pleasure you.”
You whimper, but give a slight nod. “Y-yes daddy.. Please do it more..”
He smirks, gently blowing air on your neglected clit. “Of course baby.”
His tongue is gentle when swirling the bud, but he eventually gets tired of being gentle and opts to start sucking on it. But Archons, you’re doing your best to behave and hold still for him. He can hear your whimpers and whines that you try so hard to hold in.
You can feel a knot tightening in your abdomen. He gently grazes his teeth against the sensitive bundle, causing you to yelp louder than you meant to. His eyes instantly look up from between your legs, narrowed in a silent warning.
When you feel two of his fingers circling your entrance you arch your back in anticipation. He takes that as a yes and easily slides them into you.
The sudden stretch makes you whine loudly, now reaching down to grab at the crimson horns on his head. He growls feeling your hands wrap around them so tightly.
“Oh fuck..” He ruts against the mattress before diving back between your legs, making loud slurping noises as he curls those fingers into the spongy spot that has you writhing in his iron grip.
“Come on, I know you’re close.. Stop fighting it.” He forces a third finger inside of you, making you let out a choked sob. Pair the stretch with his long nails and you find yourself teetering closer and closer to the edge.
“I-Itto I’m-”
“Cum for me now, baby. Give it all to daddy..”
Your back arches from the force of your orgasm, the tightening around Itto’s fingers making him moan softly.
He’s slow when pulling his fingers out of you. When the two of you meet eyes, he starts to slowly lick your fluids from each finger. “You taste amazing, Y/N. I could get used to that. Now,” he stands, already fumbling to get his pants off, “still want this?”
You sit up, reaching to help him untie his sweatpants. Your smaller hands easily work the knot out and you shove them down his muscular legs. However, your jaw drops at the outline of the bulge in his underwear.
“See something you like, baby?” His smug grin makes you blush darkly.
“I-I.. Is it going to even fit?”
He snorts a bit of laughter, now pulling off his last article of clothing. Your eyes shoot open wide when the head of his cock slaps his lower abdomen. He wraps his hand around it, slowly stroking it as he pushes you onto your back.
“Either it goes in easily or I force it. Either way, it’s going to fit. That okay with you, little one?”
You nod, still wide eyed as you feel the swollen head of his cock circle your much smaller entrance. His eyes soften once he starts to push in, scanning your face as you whimper and squirm.
“Shhhh, you’re doing so well. Feeling full, sweetie?”
“A-Ahhh~ Yessss daddy..”
Your head feels fuzzy from the overstimulation of his cock rubbing your gummy walls, which are still twitching from your previous orgasm. He lets out a low groan as you tighten even more around him.
His eyes scan down your body to where the two of you are connected. He feels a little bad seeing how red and used your hole looks now, but the way you have to stretch to accommodate his size sends a shiver through him.
“Oh fuck.. Give me your hand, little one.”
You do as he says, confused as he slides your hand down your stomach. When he stops, you gasp at the feeling of a large bulge in your lower abdomen.
“Like how deep it is? Feel me in your tummy, huh?”
He tests the waters by slowly pulling out before slamming back into you. The moan you let out gives him all the confirmation he needs to start a brutal pace.
You let out a squeal, much louder than you meant to, and it causes him to place his large hand over your mouth.
“Don’t know how to listen, do ya?”
His free hand goes to the bottom of your right thigh, gripping it harshly as he pushes it up towards your chest. Your eyes widen from the new angle, tears pricking at the corners.
“So fucking small.. I could break you like nothing, you know that? But you want that, right? You just want daddy to fuck you stupid even at the expense of your innocence, huh?”
You nod with every question, little squeaks and moans slipping past the cracks in his fingers. When his nails dig into your thigh, you let out a yelp that is barely contained by his hand.
“Shhhhh, little one. Let daddy have his fun and breed your pathetic little cunt full, alright?”
Your eyes roll in the back of your head at his filthy words, and they cause you to clamp down around his cock. He hisses as you do so.
He finally takes his hand from your mouth and reaches between your bodies to sloppily roll your clit between his fingers with a devilish smirk.
“Can’t fill you up until you cream all over me baby. Let it out for daddy..”
You wiggle, squirm, thrash, do anything you can to almost avoid the onslaught of pleasure his fingers are bringing you. It feels like the coil in your stomach only tightens, so close to snapping but never quite giving in. Your mouth hangs open, drool now dripping down your face as you stare at him with large pleading eyes.
He can’t help the small, loving smile that graces his handsome features. Your look is begging for him to feel the same pleasure you do.
Even when you work around the house, he knows you have a thing for him praising you as you do. Of course sex is no different.
He leans into you, gently kissing your swollen lips. “That’s my girl.. You’re doing so well for daddy, you know? Wanna feel you cum all over me. Can you do that for me? Please, Y/N?”
Your hands fly up, wrapping around his broad shoulders to pull him as close as possible as the coil finally snaps. You let out a moan of his name so softly beside his ear. The sound makes his hips still. He growls, clenching his jaw hard as he finally releases deep inside of you.
He holds his weight up with one arm, using the other to wrap around you as his hips twitch from the stimulation of staying inside of you.
“G-good girl.. Taking me so well… f-fuck..”
He turns his head towards you, capturing you in a kiss that leaves you dizzy. He spills all of the emotion he can into it.
He’ll be damned if you ever believe you’re just a quick fuck.
“Y/N, I want you to know that.. Y/N?”
He chuckles to himself when he realizes that you’ve already fallen asleep. The sight makes his heart flutter as if he’s a child with a crush.
I suppose we can always discuss a date in the morning. We have the rest of our lives to do it.
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Nanny (Arataki Itto x reader)
I have been putting this fic off for so long. I must apologize to my best friend @katgalle for the absolute cockblock I have been over this fic. I'm very happy with how it turned out. Hope y'all enjoy.
WC: 4.2k
Warnings: Breeding kink, daddy kink, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), pet names, modern AU, single dad, mentions of divorce, tummy bulge, size kink, soft ending, Itto is so in love
As soon as the sun rises, so do you. Your day starts early and it’s pretty rare that it ends before dusk.
You stretch your arms above your head before jumping out of the inviting warmth of the bed in your boss’s house. Well… it’s also your house.
You started working for Mr. Arataki around a year ago as a babysitter for his twins. He has always paid well and offered you the extra room last month so that he could hire you as a live-in nanny.
It all works out well for you. You adore the cute little twins, and they seem to look towards you as a strong female role in their life.
Not to mention that their father is quite the catch. Tall, strong, handsome, and even funny.
He never gives you details on what happened with the twins’ mother. All you know is she is no longer in any of their lives. You can only assume it’s for good reason.
As you finish adjusting your blouse, you can already hear the delighted squeals of the children from downstairs. Then, a loud roar booms.
“I’m the big bad oni, here to steal your souls! Give them here!”
The shrieks from the kids, paired with Mr. Arataki’s own laughter, makes your stomach do flips.
He must hate how often he’s gone. There’s never a doubt in your mind that he loves his children. Even when he’s exhausted from work, he makes time to play with them, read them stories, or just cuddle on the couch.
You decide that you should make your way downstairs before the little ones think you’re lost.
Little Amelia, who has the same crimson eyes and snow white hair as her father, is the first to notice you. She wiggles away from her dad’s grip to greet you with a big hug.
“Y/N! Dada said he has the day off today!”
You scoop her up with a giggle. “Oh? That’s amazing! What does he have planned for today then?”
Rylen tugs at the crimson horns on Mr. Arataki’s head, making his dad let out a playful ‘ouch!’
“We’re gonna go to the park with him! We totally have to show him the awesome fort you helped make!”
“Well first,” you kiss Amelia’s cheek before walking over to place one on Rylen’s head, “I have to get some food into those tummies.”
“Oh,” Mr. Arataki looks away from you, suddenly a bit bashful, “I fed them. I made you a plate, too. Just some pancakes and fruit. Not nearly as good as yours, but I thought you could use a bit of a break.”
Your own cheeks warm at the sincerity of his words. “S-sir, surely you’re still tired from working so late last night. Please, don’t worry about me. But.. thank you. That was very sweet.”
“Ah.. it was nothing. What would you like to drink?”
“Sir, let me-”
Suddenly, Rylen and Amelia speak at the same time. “Orange juice, no pulp.”
Your eyebrow twitches slightly. “Snitches.”
Mr. Arataki snorts his laughter, placing his son on the floor. “Ahhh, kids are just so helpful. One orange juice, zero pulp coming up. Rylen, can you and Amelia start getting ready to go while Y/N finishes her breakfast?”
The twins nod, taking off towards their bedroom upstairs.
“Mr. Ara-”
“Itto, please. You talk to me as if we have a huge age gap… Well..” He suddenly blushes.
You can’t help but giggle at his nervousness. “Ah, seven years isn’t much. Still, don’t you want to spend time alone with them, M- Itto?”
You don’t catch the way he has to bite down on the inside of his cheek when you call him by his name so casually.
“You’re crazy, right? You’re part of our family. They want you there just as much as I do.. I mean, I want you there just.. Shit. Take your orange juice from me.”
You take the juice with shaky hands, gulping down the shocked yelp that almost erupted from you.
He wants you to come with? Not just the kids?
He rubs the back of his neck, gently pushing your pancakes towards you. “You mentioned you loved (favorite fruit), so I made sure to pick some up on my way home yesterday.”
You mumble a soft ‘thank you’ before digging into the breakfast. The pancakes weren’t warm anymore, but they tasted pretty good. Pair it with the fruit and it was actually great.
Once you finish and wash your plate, Itto grins. “Were they okay?”
“They were great, sir. Thank you so much.”
His cheeks dust pink, actually taken back from the compliment. “Oh.. I uh- you’re welcome. They were just.. From a box.”
“Dada, Y/N, park time!” Rylen’s insistent voice makes both of you laugh.
“Oops- it seems he gets that from me. Ready to go?”
“Of course. Do you already have the car seats in your car?”
He chuckles. “Bought extra ones just so we don’t have to constantly move them between our cars. Wanna buckle Amelia in while I handle our little loudmouth?” He ruffles Rylen’s snowy hair playfully.
Your eyes widen slightly. He called Rylen.. Ours.. “Of course. Come on sweetie.” Amelia is more than happy to be scooped into your arms.
Once you make it to Itto’s car, the two of you are quick to get the kids strapped in. Amelia grabs her stuffed monkey that always seems to be within her reach, while Rylen grabs a random rubiks cube that was on the floorboard.
“Son,” Itto chuckles as he gets into the driver’s seat, “if you figure that out, tell me. You’ll be smarter than your old man.”
Rylen lets out a laugh, carefully watching the way the cube colors switch as he plays with it. “Dad, I’m already smarter than you.”
He did not just-
Itto’s eyes shoot open wide as you cover your mouth to try and stifle the series of giggles.
“Son, did you just roast me?!”
When Rylen doesn’t answer, you do. “I think he did, Itto.”
“Well, ouch, my pride.”
Amelia’s small voice pipes in. “You have pride?”
“Hey! I’m taking the two of you to the park and you wanna team up on me? What is this?!”
The rest of the car ride is filled with laughter, despite the fact that the kids absolutely flame Itto. Still, it seems to make him very happy that all of you can play together like this.
As soon as the kids are freed from the confines of their seatbelts, they make a break for the swings as if there are other kids here. News flash, there aren’t.
“Twins, I swear. They really think I’m lame.”
You reach out, gently placing one of your hands on his bicep. Your gentle touch makes him glance over at you.
“No one thinks you’re lame, Itto. You’re just funny to pick on cause you get loud.”
He playfully rolls his eyes. “Admitting you don’t find me lame, are we?”
You tilt your head. “I’ve never found you lame, Itto. You’re a great person.”
Itto chuckles, but it sounds fake. “Ya think so?”
You’ve never seen him insecure, so the way his crimson eyes lose their arrogant gleam makes you worry. Does he really think bad of himself?
“I know so. Don’t you?”
He glances at you from the corner of his eye, obviously trying to find the words to say. “Well.. not to sound like some grandpa or anything, but one day you’ll find someone in this world you’ll love, see a future with, and their opinion alone will.. Well,” he lets out a sigh, eyes now focused on Rylen and Amelia swinging, “it’ll shape how you see yourself.”
You can’t help but frown at the uncharacteristic seriousness in his voice. “Your.. ex wife found you lame?”
He sighs softly, letting a fake smile appear on his face. “It doesn’t matter what she said. Not anymore. I’m over her because my family thinks I’m pretty alright.”
He shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, chuckling as Rylen falls onto his butt when he tries to jump off the swing. He notices his dad watching him and waves, letting out small laughs of his own.
“They really admire you, Itto. Every day I’m told that ‘dad is so cool’ or ‘dad is my hero’.”
“I hope it never changes. I know one day it will, but a man can dream.” He finally meets your eyes, smiling softly. “And how about you?”
You blink in confusion. “Me? What about me?”
“Well, I did say my family finds me pretty alright. That includes the girl sleeping in my spare room.”
Your face warms, making you look away from his sharp eyes. Damn, there’s no way he doesn’t notice at this point.
And you’re right to think that.
A sense of pride fills his chest when he notices the red creep its way onto the apples of your cheeks. You start to play with your own fingers, desperately trying to find your words.
He finds it intoxicating.
No matter how you see yourself, how you think your body looks, you're so small to him. He can easily pick you up, shove you against whatever surface is closest to him and-
“Itto, I already said you’re great. Did you not hear me the first time?” Your soft reply snaps him out of his thoughts.
“I did, I just wanted to hear it again.”
The rest of the day is spent playing with Rylen and Amelia at the park. After that, Itto declared that ending the day with takeout sounded awesome, so that’s where you four had dinner.
The twins really know how to tire both you and Itto out, but you can’t have imagined it being a better day.
It really made you feel like the four of you were a happy little family of your own. Itto even gave you a few hugs, obviously ecstatic to have some time with everyone.
Rylen yawns, snuggling into the crook of your neck while you rub his back. “I-I’m so sleepy..”
You watch as Itto finishes buckling in Amelia. “I know, buddy. Let's get you home and in bed, okay?”
He nods, squeaking when his dad takes him from your arms gently. “Sorry, kiddo, gotta buckle you in.”
“I can do it, dada.”
Itto smiles, albeit a bit sadly. “Let your old man do it for a bit longer, ‘kay?”
As he buckles his son in, you walk around to get in the car. Itto isn’t long after you, smiling softly as he buckles himself up.
“So, bed as soon as we get home?”
The kids don’t answer with words, but with small snores. You can’t help but giggle when you look back and see them already asleep.
“I think they agree.”
“Me too. Y/N, are you gonna go to sleep too?”
Truth be told, you were almost asleep on your feet during dinner. These kids have too much energy. For some reason, the words that come from your mouth don’t reflect your thoughts.
“Eh, probably not. I’ll just read until I’m tired. Why?”
He smiles, reaching his hand over to gently pat your leg. The sudden contact makes you jump slightly, but he doesn't seem to react to it.
“I was thinking that we could spend some time together, just talking. Does that sound okay?”
“O-of course, sir.” By the archons, you scream in your mind, just fucking touch me.
As if reading your mind, his long fingers dance their way up your thigh, gently squeezing as they do. “Good girl..”
You swallow hard, trying to control your breathing as he teases you, but it still comes out heavy and ragged.
“Y/N,” his whisper is suddenly harsh, “tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable.”
You want to scream no at him, beg him to continue, but the words are on the tip of your tongue and refuse to come out. Besides, the kids are sleeping in the backseat. You look behind the two of you at their slumped bodies, whimpering softly.
“They.. not here..”
He immediately moves his hand lower on your thigh, still caressing it with soft strokes of his thumb.
“Does that mean you still want to do.. Anything?”
You nod, placing one of your hands on his. “P-please? Just.. at home?”
He grins, a boyish excitement taking over his features. Despite that, he lets go of your thigh to grab your hand and bring it to his lips, gently kissing each knuckle. “I can do that. Hell, I’ve already waited this long,” He pulls into the driveway, smirking at you, “what’s five more minutes?”
With that, he hops out of the car, leaving you frozen in your seat.
“Can you grab Rylen for me, Y/N?”
“Y-yes sir! Of course!”
You help him unload the half asleep kids, somehow barely managing to wake them in the process. Once inside, the two of you make your way upstairs, opening the twins’ shared room to place them in their beds.
As always, you place a kiss on Rylen’s head before moving to Amelia, doing the same. Itto follows behind you, whispering to each child that he loves them.
Once the two of you get to the door, you reach down to flick on their little snail night light before turning out the overhead.
“Sweet dreams, babies. I’ll see you two in the morning.”
The twins hum in response, but it’s only Amelia that speaks.
“Night night, momma. Night night, dada.”
Your eyes shoot open, but the feeling of Itto’s hand on your lower back quiets you.
“Goodnight, my angels.” He shuts their door, gently leading you downstairs. “Did she offend you back there?”
“N-no, of course not! I just wasn’t expecting that.”
He chuckles softly, finally taking his hand from your back once the two of you make it downstairs. “I’m glad. Wait, I mean I’m glad she didn’t offend you, not that.. Ugh. Whatever, you know what I mean.”
His awkwardness is suddenly back, causing him to rub the back of his neck, unable to look you in the eye. “About.. Earlier.. Are you still interested in.. ya know..”
Your face warms again, making you gulp down your nerves. Why must he be hot and sensible? “I mean.. I-I have been for a while and.. I’d hate to miss out..” That came out way more awkward than you intended.
However, your words seem to spark something in his gaze, making him look in your direction with a smirk. “A while? Why haven’t you mentioned it?”
He expects an answer. You know he gets worried if anything goes unanswered for him. “Well… you’re my boss who was going through a rough divorce. That would be.. Very inappropriate. Besides, I worry that the kids would find it weird.”
He chuckles, placing his thumb and forefinger on your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. The crimson hues are filled with what you can only describe as hunger.
“Divorce is finalized.. I told you that when it happened. The kids love you, so what would they find weird?”
You gulp at how gently his long nails run along your skin. His eyes follow what you can only imagine is a trail from them. His scarlet eyes find yours in a heated gaze, but he only stares at you. He doesn’t say anything else.
He’s obviously waiting for you to speak.
“I.. well I’ve been their Nanny for some time now and.. And people around here know that. Aren’t you worried how everyone else would-”
Your rambling is cut off by Itto shoving you into the nearest wall and slamming his lips to yours. The kiss is full of teeth and tongue, neither of you caring about anything but being as close to each other as possible.
His large hands slide under your ass, squeezing it harshly and lifting you as if you weigh nothing. You let out a squeak, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grins cockily at you.
“Fuck what they think, I want you. Come on now, Y/N,” one hand comes up and suddenly wraps around your neck, “tell daddy you want to be his good little girl.”
Your eyes roll back when he gently squeezes the sides of your neck, filling your head with a fuzzy feeling. “I-I wanna be daddy’s good girl.. Fucking christ, Itto please..”
He lets out a short laugh before pulling off the wall, quickly walking into his room. “Please what, baby? What can I do for you?”
He drops you onto his bed, smirking as your body bounces on the mattress. Your pupils are blown wide with lust as you watch him pull his shirt over his head.
“T-touch me, daddy.. Please?”
He wastes no more time pulling your pants down your legs. His eyes are instantly drawn to the dark spot staining your panties, making him groan.
He falls to his knees in front of the bed, slowly pulling the drenched fabric down your legs. His eyes don’t leave your pussy for a second as he does it. He can see your essence already shimmering along your slit.
“So fucking pretty, baby.. I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry.” He rubs his hands soothingly up and down your thighs as he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed.
“W-what are you doing?” He laughs softly at the question.
“Me? I’m simply enjoying what’s mine. Now,” he places one of your legs on his shoulder, “try not to wake the kiddos, okay?”
He lays his tongue flat against your pussy, slowly dragging it up to gather every bit of the tart liquid coating it already. You already start to wiggle, so he grabs your hip and holds you down easily with one hand.
“Now, I can’t enjoy this if you’re squirming around.. Be a good girl and let daddy pleasure you.”
You whimper, but give a slight nod. “Y-yes daddy.. Please do it more..”
He smirks, gently blowing air on your neglected clit. “Of course baby.”
His tongue is gentle when swirling the bud, but he eventually gets tired of being gentle and opts to start sucking on it. But Archons, you’re doing your best to behave and hold still for him. He can hear your whimpers and whines that you try so hard to hold in.
You can feel a knot tightening in your abdomen. He gently grazes his teeth against the sensitive bundle, causing you to yelp louder than you meant to. His eyes instantly look up from between your legs, narrowed in a silent warning.
When you feel two of his fingers circling your entrance you arch your back in anticipation. He takes that as a yes and easily slides them into you.
The sudden stretch makes you whine loudly, now reaching down to grab at the crimson horns on his head. He growls feeling your hands wrap around them so tightly.
“Oh fuck..” He ruts against the mattress before diving back between your legs, making loud slurping noises as he curls those fingers into the spongy spot that has you writhing in his iron grip.
“Come on, I know you’re close.. Stop fighting it.” He forces a third finger inside of you, making you let out a choked sob. Pair the stretch with his long nails and you find yourself teetering closer and closer to the edge.
“I-Itto I’m-”
“Cum for me now, baby. Give it all to daddy..”
Your back arches from the force of your orgasm, the tightening around Itto’s fingers making him moan softly.
He’s slow when pulling his fingers out of you. When the two of you meet eyes, he starts to slowly lick your fluids from each finger. “You taste amazing, Y/N. I could get used to that. Now,” he stands, already fumbling to get his pants off, “still want this?”
You sit up, reaching to help him untie his sweatpants. Your smaller hands easily work the knot out and you shove them down his muscular legs. However, your jaw drops at the outline of the bulge in his underwear.
“See something you like, baby?” His smug grin makes you blush darkly.
“I-I.. Is it going to even fit?”
He snorts a bit of laughter, now pulling off his last article of clothing. Your eyes shoot open wide when the head of his cock slaps his lower abdomen. He wraps his hand around it, slowly stroking it as he pushes you onto your back.
“Either it goes in easily or I force it. Either way, it’s going to fit. That okay with you, little one?”
You nod, still wide eyed as you feel the swollen head of his cock circle your much smaller entrance. His eyes soften once he starts to push in, scanning your face as you whimper and squirm.
“Shhhh, you’re doing so well. Feeling full, sweetie?”
“A-Ahhh~ Yessss daddy..”
Your head feels fuzzy from the overstimulation of his cock rubbing your gummy walls, which are still twitching from your previous orgasm. He lets out a low groan as you tighten even more around him.
His eyes scan down your body to where the two of you are connected. He feels a little bad seeing how red and used your hole looks now, but the way you have to stretch to accommodate his size sends a shiver through him.
“Oh fuck.. Give me your hand, little one.”
You do as he says, confused as he slides your hand down your stomach. When he stops, you gasp at the feeling of a large bulge in your lower abdomen.
“Like how deep it is? Feel me in your tummy, huh?”
He tests the waters by slowly pulling out before slamming back into you. The moan you let out gives him all the confirmation he needs to start a brutal pace.
You let out a squeal, much louder than you meant to, and it causes him to place his large hand over your mouth.
“Don’t know how to listen, do ya?”
His free hand goes to the bottom of your right thigh, gripping it harshly as he pushes it up towards your chest. Your eyes widen from the new angle, tears pricking at the corners.
“So fucking small.. I could break you like nothing, you know that? But you want that, right? You just want daddy to fuck you stupid even at the expense of your innocence, huh?”
You nod with every question, little squeaks and moans slipping past the cracks in his fingers. When his nails dig into your thigh, you let out a yelp that is barely contained by his hand.
“Shhhhh, little one. Let daddy have his fun and breed your pathetic little cunt full, alright?”
Your eyes roll in the back of your head at his filthy words, and they cause you to clamp down around his cock. He hisses as you do so.
He finally takes his hand from your mouth and reaches between your bodies to sloppily roll your clit between his fingers with a devilish smirk.
“Can’t fill you up until you cream all over me baby. Let it out for daddy..”
You wiggle, squirm, thrash, do anything you can to almost avoid the onslaught of pleasure his fingers are bringing you. It feels like the coil in your stomach only tightens, so close to snapping but never quite giving in. Your mouth hangs open, drool now dripping down your face as you stare at him with large pleading eyes.
He can’t help the small, loving smile that graces his handsome features. Your look is begging for him to feel the same pleasure you do.
Even when you work around the house, he knows you have a thing for him praising you as you do. Of course sex is no different.
He leans into you, gently kissing your swollen lips. “That’s my girl.. You’re doing so well for daddy, you know? Wanna feel you cum all over me. Can you do that for me? Please, Y/N?”
Your hands fly up, wrapping around his broad shoulders to pull him as close as possible as the coil finally snaps. You let out a moan of his name so softly beside his ear. The sound makes his hips still. He growls, clenching his jaw hard as he finally releases deep inside of you.
He holds his weight up with one arm, using the other to wrap around you as his hips twitch from the stimulation of staying inside of you.
“G-good girl.. Taking me so well… f-fuck..”
He turns his head towards you, capturing you in a kiss that leaves you dizzy. He spills all of the emotion he can into it.
He’ll be damned if you ever believe you’re just a quick fuck.
“Y/N, I want you to know that.. Y/N?”
He chuckles to himself when he realizes that you’ve already fallen asleep. The sight makes his heart flutter as if he’s a child with a crush.
I suppose we can always discuss a date in the morning. We have the rest of our lives to do it.
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