i have a terrible habit of writing 500 words for a thirst😭
cw: age gap, infidelity, use of ‘mommy cunt’
You know Megumi because he’s your husband’s nephew, and the initial reason of him coming to live in your home is because he needs a place to crash while he attends college. It started off weird, light touches here and there and firm hands placed on your hips with his crotch accidentally grazing your ass when he tries to get past you. So you can’t really act surprised when he slips into your bed one night under the false impression that he’s your husband, burying himself in your tight wet cunt the second he’s away on a business trip.
"C’mon Mrs. (Name). You really gonna act like this isn’t what you haven’t been dreaming about all this time? I thought you wanted me to fuck this mommy cunt." It’s terrible, cheating on your oh so doting husband like this, and with someone so much younger than you. But there is no denying that it feels good, the exhilaration of doing something that you know you have no business doing at the opportunity that anyone could catch you.
Things pick up even more after that, you and Megumi fucking everywhere under the sun shamelessly as if this was normal. While the kids were away at school he’d pound you into the living room sofa with your legs around his shoulders, or devour your sweet cunt in the middle of you whipping up dinner for the house, getting so lost in his skilled tongue licking at your little clit that you’d accidentally burn the soup.
He even takes the risk of fucking you while your husband is home, back laid flat on the kitchen island with his thick cock pumping inside you. "Bet you want me to take you away from him. Fuck– fuckin’ make this mommy cunt mine. Right, mommy?"
Or making you choke on his fat cock with your children in the next room playing tag, gagging on Megumi’s length as your eyes water from struggling to take him down your throat. "Keep that whore mouth shut. Don’t want those brats finding out how slutty mommy is, do you?"
But the real gag is, your husband knows you’re fucking him—he can hear you in the late hours of the night when Megumi’s fucking you into the mattress of the guest room from how creaky the headboard is, or the muffled sounds echoing from the kitchen when he has you bent over the counter fucking you completely dumb. But he’d never say anything, he isn’t going to risk losing you in hopes that this little affair will end. But the truth is you’re not ever gonna stop fucking him, like ever.
i need a crumb of poly jeanpiku 😭 with daddy dom jean especially ugh 😩
i hate sharing jean b-but maybe just this once😣
cw: sub pieck and fem reader/soft dom jean ; spit ; jealousy ; light dumbification ; mostly focused on jean and reader pieck’s kinda just there ; bulging ; daddy kink :{
1K words maybe i can’t count
But daddy dom Jean.. h-he’s so soft y’know🥺 especially in the bedroom.
He’s never mean, never orders you around or raises his voice, even when you and Pieck act like a couple of brats and disobey his wishes or talk back to him. He doesn’t have to, he simply resorts to using the calmest words paired with the softest touches that inevitably gets you both to melt.
“Get on top of her, baby.”
The gentle caress of Jean’s voice sends waves through her body and make her head hazy, and encourages Pieck onto the bed where you lie just at the edge, hands pawing at the silk sheets with bated breath and swollen cheeks as her thighs keep your folded legs pressed against the air. Laying her bare torso flush with yours.
Her body’s so soft— the feel of the dips and valleys of her frame smooth as butter and skin like satin, hard nipples lightly rubbing on top of yours and making both of you whine in frustration, pretty faces twisting up into prurient little expressions. The entire exhibition only makes it all the more enjoyable, Jean loves to see his pretty babies getting along.
Then he groans under his breath, eyes falling on what’s in front of him; two pretty pussies that belong to his favorite girls in the world, and they’re both his.
He runs his hand along the shaft of his dick, hard and aching. “You know I love both of you so, so much?”
“Yes,”
“Yes daddy..” the answers are quick, hasty without any need for second thought.
One corner of his mouth upturns a little, and his frame drapes over Pieck’s as he brings his head to the opening of her cunt, “Uh huh, you know why?”
The room falls quiet, except for the small whines pushing past Pieck’s mouth, hair brushing your shoulders from how she struggles to barely hold herself up on her palms. Jean takes the silence as an answer of its own, slowly forcing the tip of his cock past her hole and stretching her out on him. The silence in the room is sliced with a cry from the dark haired woman, involuntarily sending a throb right to your cunt.
She feels him so deep, the contrast of the pale skin of her ass sitting flush with his tan letting her know that he’s all the way inside, and she can’t help but let her mouth hang wide because it sends her head in a tizzy. “Cause your pretty pussies are so good for me, always making me cum.”
You lament at the profession, whining with each soft drag of his balls against your clit from the short thrusts he delivers to Pieck’s cunt that dribbles slick all over him.
“I’m.. m’gonna cum, daddy,” her damp lashes beat from her waterline pooling heavy with tears, mouth leaking a string of drool along the column of your neck.
“Pieck..” you mumble between puffy lips, sheets spilling from between the cracks of your fingers.
You hate to admit it.. but you’re jealous. It’s an ugly feeling that creeps up from the pit of your heart all the way up to your cotton-stuffed head. Don’t get it wrong, you love Pieck, but you love Jean.
At first you weren’t too keen on your little menage à trois, he was your daddy first.. y’know? Why did you have to share him? Watching him fuck someone else, having to watch her drool from getting fucked dumb on his cock instead of you, never fails to leave a sore spot in your chest every time.
It makes tears stab the edges of your aching eyes, glassy and pulsing as you start to cry.
Through your haze, you can hear him whisper ‘Angel,’ “What’s wrong?” You struggle to get the words out, you don’t know how to, overwhelmed so much with tears and jealousy that your words come out strangled and you choke between cries.
His palm feels cool against your flushed face, bringing his thumb down to stroke at the plush of your cheek. “Baby, calm down. Talk to me,” his plea, although benign, makes you sob even more.
Jean’s understanding. As gentle as he always is with you. But how’s he going to know what he can do to fix things if you don’t open up that pretty mouth and speak to him?
“I want you too,” your eyes are pleading into his golden gaze, “It’s not fair,” your voice croaks. You feel like such a crybaby. Such a burden. So overrun with envy that you can barely even get your words out without breaking down like a complete mess.
But Jean understands. He doesn’t blame you for being so open and wearing your heart on your sleeve. Out of you and Pieck, you’re definitely the more sensitive of the two. Always having to console you, calm down those crying fits by sitting you on his fat cock, hugging you close and bouncing you gently until you decide to be a good girl for him. That’s why he showers you with extra attention, longer kisses, and double the love.
Pieck half-sighs with a moan when Jean’s length leaves her, spine bending in and back trying to search for more. But then he’s pushing inside you now, dick wet with her cum and combining with yours to make one big mess.
“Look at me, hey. You don’t have to be upset, okay? Remember what we talked about?”
“I know daddy,” you rasp, feeling the harder nudge of his cock against your soft spot. Yet the reassurance still doesn’t qualm your insecurities, and he knows it.
“I love you. We both do.” His lips connect with Pieck’s neck, and she peers through you with a doeish look.
Your brows furrow, and your eyes involuntarily disappear into your head until there’s nothing but the whites showing when Jean pushes deeper, and he stops you mid-sentence when he hears you mutter something along the lines of, “Daddy, I—”
“Not me. Tell her how you feel, angel.”
You try again, “He.. daddy’s—”
“Go ahead,” he encourages you, sinking further into you despite the tightness that tries to grip him still to prevent him from going deeper.
“He’s deep.” He is. Truly. Not only to you, but to her too. She can feel it. From the press of her stomach to yours, his dick creates a small outline from how far he reaches inside your tight little pussy and bulges lightly. She stifles a moan, burying her face in the crook of your neck and body gently rocking thrusts as she patiently waits her turn.
“I love you,” your whimpers send a surge through him. You’re in pieces. So fucked out that your cheeks flush and your expression falls apart, so sloppy that you stain the sheets below you with cum and leave the room in a flurry of squelches and moans. He loves you. He’ll tell you a thousand and one times and fuck that pretty pussy open on his cock no matter how many times it takes to get it through to you.
“Mhm,” his lips on yours bring you peace, whining while he fucks you through it. “I love you too, angel. Both of you.”
To you, known as a skill master with his tongue. But... As they say, surprises come in many different sizes.
You had never tried it, but.. It was always something you both had liked in secret. Breeding. Jean absolutely fantasized about filling you up. But you learned, if you didn't take it down the throat, it would go in other ways.
Jean was going to put a kid in you somehow. Even if you had to be asleep to do it.
-- Rei anon. <3
Hnnn🥺
He does it when you’re all passed out, bones weary and exhausted from the distention he’s put your body through. You’re such a good girl for him, even when you’re sleeping; letting him hold your leg high in the air so he can push his aching cock into you from behind, previous loads leaking out in wads and splotching your inner thighs white with cum as your husband fucks into your cunt.
Allowing him to shush your whines with quiet praises when you stir against him out of your slumber, incapable of interpreting the hot words whispered into the shell of your ear, only able to feel each push and pull his length makes inside you as he stretches you beyond capacity and try to take what he gives you. But it’s too much, he’s too big, and it feels like you’re about to cum again for the tenth time all in the same night.
“Jean, I can’t, c-cant take another—”
“Shhh, I’m here baby, just wanna fill you one time, promise.” It’s not the first time and certainly not the last. He knows you’re tired, he is too, can’t you feel the way his dick’s throbbing inside of you? He can’t stop yet, he knows you’ll both make great parents, it’ll pay off when you’re pregnant, when your tummy’s all round and you can’t even walk or do anything on your own because you’re pregnant with his baby. So just take as many as he gives you, ‘kay?
okay,,, so thoughts on emo!megumi with cheerleader bimbo!reader riding him under the bleachers because she got needy (shocker) while he’s smoking his nth joint of the day and telling her to hurry the f up because her practice starts in 5 minutes.
Gumi’d blow thick clouds of smoke in your face and laugh cause of how high u are off of him and not the cross-contact from the blunt he’s puffing on right in front of you; relaxing back on two elbows to let you do all the work, hips rocking up and down and from trying to cum as quick as possible, lashes damp with tears and muttering how much u love him thru spit-slicked lips cause you’re so grateful that the cute weird guy in your class always fills ur pussy with a fat load full of cum right before practice🥺
What kind of drugs we talking bout? Weed boy eren that deals to ppl in the neighborhood or coke slinger eren that deals to dumb ass college kids at frat parties?
