Please…please Mozus Trein x amab reader smut…
I REAUESTED THE OTHER ONE AND I LOVED IT OH MY DAYS UGH MY OLD MANNNN YOU WRITE HIM PERFECTLY
I’m so freaked out about your writing omg
And ofc please and big thanks 🤭🤭
#SHINIGAMICRISIS! — mozus trein x gn! amab! reader
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, amab anatomy used, NO GENDERED PRONOUNS/PETNAMES USED, top! reader, switch! mozus
m note: oml as soon as i work on a non-requested work my inbox is FLOODED LOL
synopsis: your rival is pathetically in love with how you both cancel each other out.
"you want me quiet? make me."
the very tension that settled in your throat hurt, it was tense enough that all you two would do was argue, over, and over, and over again. now to be under your hold, his perfect waist held down by the strength of your arms,
mozus trein was stuck in your grasp, his chest up against your desk; his action contradicting his words.
"y- you pervert! you must've planned this!"
you could only smirk, it wasn't your fault you could see the way he watched whenever your adam's apple bobbed once you were stuck deep in thought.
or when you were nose-deep into a book, he'd silently observe the way you dismissed all your surroundings, and had this attractive look on your face effortlessly.
god it was pathetic how badly his eyes wanted you despite his mouth saying otherwise.
your tip teasing his hole, giving it a few strokes before lazily slathering lube onto your shaft. "really? you mean... you weren't eyeing me during the party a few hours ago?"
the tease in your tone only made the red that danced across his cheeks worse, a choked moan leaves his throat suddenly when you slide in a finger;
gently rubbing inside him so you could make space for your cock.
he could only shut his eyes when the pleasure flooded his mind. wanton curses under his breath were muttered, but he made sure you could hear them at the very least.
"aw, is my sweet little mozus too busy moaning to tell me i'm a jerk?"
the grin on your face wasn't one he was ever unfamiliar, in fact, it should be second nature to know that toothy smirk.
the smooth, slow touch with the hand you just fingered him with, now roams his body like its searching for a purpose, slithering around mozus's body with greed.
biting back a lust-filled cry, his hand quickly moves to cover his mouth, an obsessive ache in each bone of your body only wanted to hear him try his best to hold in his words of insult.
his back arching on impulse, you finally slowly entered the head of your dick into him, making him gasp as a fist of his punched down onto your desk. making the papers atop rattle.
"god, y're tight..." whispering under your breath, your length pulses actively inside him, your body ached harshly, ached badly for mozus ruefully; the atmosphere started to fill up with the scent of your sweat and his mixing.
strands of hair stick to your forehead as you hang your head back, another inch sinking into him, shuddering in a cold sweat, mozus lets out a gasp. pinning him down over a few important contracts below his body fell easy in your hands,
"f—fuck! haah-" his breath is caught in his throat, mozus's dark voice usually uncharacteristically cracked feeling your cock being swallowed deeper and deeper into his entrance again.
you practically had mozus foaming at the mouth when you had pushed further inside, finally hitting his prostate had him breathless again. you could already imagine how his tip was probably leaking with precum,
watching the silk, pearly white drops of his seed onto the floor when you,
seeing the way it pathetically fell onto the floor had given you an idea-
your hand moved to his throbbing cock, precum oozing out the tip when it pulses in your palm, falling heavy and twitchy when you gave it a few strokes. "look at how you are for me."
pumping another thrust into him, he was indeed going to be in for a very, very long night in your office.
mozus trein is a pathetic man for cock ^-^
