Starstruckwinnerpeanutscissors - Well...

18+ MDNI

I cant stop thinking about Eren being desperate for you 24/7...

This man is so whipped for you, its actually comical.

He's constantly asking if he can put his dick in you for a little bit. He doesn't even care if you guys are actually fucking he just likes the intimacy.

He gives absolutely zero fucks about what you two are doing or where you are.

"Baby, let me stuff your pussy while you do your make-up please?"

"Come sit on my cock while I play this game."

Like just imagine...

You're on your bed laying on your stomach just minding your business, trying to take a nap, when you hear him come in. There's a few moments of silence until you feel him strip your yoga pants and panties down to rest under the swell of your ass. In your half asleep dreamy haze you feel him spread your ass open wide which makes you stir

"Shhh, just go back to sleep." You feel him stroke your hair lovingly and slip two fingers into your waiting cunt. You whine and whimper as you grow needier. A quiet whisper "Fuckkkk yesss" can be heard as his long and thick veiny cock sinks into you so deep making you feel so amazingly full as usual.

Don't even get me started on how he gets so horny for you doing mundane tasks

"Lift your skirt for me, please." Missing the questioning tone and sounding more like a demand.

"WE'RE IN A FUCKING GROCERY STORE!"

"So? No one's gonna see, I promise." You didn't even get a chance to reply before he has your skirt in hand. Pulling your panties to the side and thrusting himself violently inside you, bottoming out. You choke out a gasp at being fully impaled on him so suddenly. He kisses your temple when he hears you hiss and whimper as tears start to sting your eyes from the stretch with no prep. You shiver as you hear him mumble a soft "Such a good little whore for me," with a sigh of content in your ear. He starts moving in and out of you slowly, only stopping when another person walks into the aisle.

He let's your skirt hang around you as normally as possible, while he goes in as deep as he can and stills. Grabbing something off the shelves and putting in infront of you as if you both were reading the label. His jacket covering both your sides from view while the cart blocks your front.

The man walks past you both and leaves the aisle, without missing a beat Eren starts pounding into you again. "See, no one will know. So just be a good slut for me while I use this pussy to jerk off my fat cock, yeah?" He ended up cumming deep inside you, making both of you moan louder than you should. He pulled out and tucked himself back in his jeans pulling your panties back into place. He cups your pussy pressing his fingers on top of the cotton, and rubbed rough circles onto your fucked out hole. "Keep all of it inside, baby. We don't want people to ask questions if it starts to drip onto the floor."

How he'd just walk up to you on the couch and spread your legs while you watched you favorite show. He is very happy to see his personal fucktoy so ready for him, splayed out on the couch naked. Wordlessly laying between your thighs, taking his time to eat you out hard bringing you to atleast 3 orgasms before sitting up and sinking his cock into your needy pussy.

He whines so loud and deliciously as he buries himself to the base. He lifts your legs and pushes them to your chest, allowing him to go impossibly deeper. The scream that you let out when he starting roughly humping into you was enough to turn him into an absolute mess. He starts POUNDING that pussy so hard that he barley notices the bulge that forms in your lower belly.

But when he does tho.... he goes absolutely feral with the sight of his cockhead poking out under your skin just bellow your belly button.

He forgot what it even feels like to cum anywhere besides your wet and warm holes. Like this man straight up refuses to cum if he can't stuff it deep inside you one way or another. Even if you ask him to cum somewhere else he only agrees if he can push it into you with his fingers afterwards.

This man's moans, whimpers and whines are fucking immaculate. He is so vocal and absolutely unafraid about being heard, he is so pussy whipped he couldn't care any less if he was being too loud.

In conclusion this man has me by the neck and the pussy. I just know he's packing ONG!😫

At my worst

Kakucho Hitto x F! Reader

Word counts: 2,5k + MINORS DNI (NSFW)

Warnings/tags: Reader is a foreigner, husband Kakucho, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, smut to fluff

Notes: Special thanks to @poppyandhervillains who made me now simping hard for husband Kakucho. I need this man in my life. Barely proof-read, we die like real men here.

The low rumbles of the conversations around the table. The tinkling sound of crystal glasses crashing into each other. The laughs of the women at the end of the long table you sat on. None of these noises were able to distract you from the deep conversation you were having with the four men around you.

You are seating next to your husband. A heavy radiant shape diamond on your left finger is leaving no doubt on the expensive gifts you, and your man, can afford to buy for the other.

On your left Rindou Haitani listens to your explanation on how they could double the profits of Bonten. Ran, in front of him, is pouring himself a glass of the finest Chateau Margaux you chose earlier when ordering the wine. The men always trusted your taste for wine. They say it’s easier for foreign palates to taste the difference, and so far they were never disappointed with your advice. Both in wine and business. He takes a look at Mikey in the head seat of the table. The man looks bored but he approves your words while smiling at Kakucho on your right, and you feel him puts his hand on your thigh under the table.

To Kakucho you were the greatest thing that could ever happen to him. His attitude showed nothing but admiration and love for his precious wife. You are so perfect. Your h/c hair is attached in an elegant bun, a few strands of hair left free around your face. Your eyes, so pretty, that left him struck the first time you both met. And your lips… Delicious and plump lips, covered in that red lipstick he loves so much. How did you fall in love with him, he still wonders now, as if the rings around your fingers and the constant affection you shared with him weren't real.

How could he, with the scar covering his face and his blind eye, end up with an angel like you? Well… An angel? Maybe not really. The first time you two met you were in Mikey’s office, trading with him. Turns out the angel is in reality a pretty smart dealer. Oh no, you don’t do dirty, but when it comes to tax evasion, and turning the laws in your favor, you are world widely known.

You met a few more times until you two were left alone one evening. Mikey and the Haitani brothers were well aware of your mutual attraction. So maybe, they pushed a few buttons for you two, finally ending up together around a table, and in Kakucho’s bed the same night. Him holding you tight, and you, moaning his name like a prayer, kissing his face and his scar, tender words exchanged to the other.

You got married in less than a year, the danger rushing the relationship, but you were both so in love. So perfect for the other that it wasn’t even a surprise when you showed up at Bonten’s meeting last month with the custom 4 carat diamond on your hand, and Kakucho walking in the room with his hand on your lower back.

You both kept your relationship secret. Nobody has to know. None of you wanted to put your partner in more danger than you already had to face.

The dinner ended slowly and Mikey, Ran, and Rindou asked Kakucho for a private meeting. You knew what they were doing and talking about, but you just didn’t want to be a part of it. Kakucho looks at you and caresses your cheek “We’ll try not to make you wait for too long”. You smile back at him and reply “Don’t worry about me, I got my phone and that haiku book you bought me.” “Are you trying to read haiku?” “Well, it’s interesting to read to learn more about your language and what you like”, you joke.

With one last sign from Mikey’s head, the men leave the salon and head to the private office, leaving you with the women from the dinner earlier.

You have absolutely no idea about who they are. It’s the first time you see these six women, all wrapped in gaudy dresses and fake gold jewelry. Probably some hostesses, sent there by Bonten’s men to distract the higher-ups. As if the Haitani would look at them with their wives waiting for them at home, and you know Mikey has absolutely no interest in cheap women.

Their loud voices and laughs are coming your way as you try to focus on the verse of the haiku. They are so loud you are able to catch a few parts of their conversations.

“Haha isn’t it crazy that he had to take a foreign prostitute to that meeting?”

“Tell me about it, I heard from the boss that he was too ugly to get a woman, but to buy one from afar, the guy must be desperate!”

You raise your eyebrow. You were never into gossiping but to have a lingering ear could not hurt, especially if you catch something about a man causing problems within the gang.

“But fo’ real you seen his scar?” says a fake blond “man is disgusting with his white eye. I admire her, I would vomit if I had to kiss him”

“You saw that ring on her finger? Pffff haha how cheap is that? I found the same in Harajuku!”

It hits you suddenly! The vulgar women were not talking about some random person. They were making fun of you and your husband. Your blood is boiling, you’re not someone who loses their temper easily, but how dare these stupid bitches talk about Kakucho like that?

You’re about to rise from your seat when the door of the office opens again and the four men exit the room. Kakucho walks to your seat and leans down to kiss your forehead. You hear the women laugh again in the back, drawing the twins' eyes on them. You turn your eyes and avoid Kakucho’s gaze to take his hand. It makes him cock an eyebrow up and he turns to the women, finally understanding what's happening when one of the women pretends to gag when he took your hand in his.

Kakucho lets go of your hand and walks to the six hostesses who all jump in surprise. Your husband is way taller than them, and his natural authority gives him a presence that makes anyone shut their mouth when he gets close.

“Ladies,” he says “I saw that you had a nice evening, leaving the notes for us to pay. You were quite noisy at the table. Can I know where you work?”

“They’re from club Queens in Shibuya,” says Rindou in the back.

“Queen eh?...” the fake blond nods “Well, it seems that you, dumb bitches, offended all of us five a little too much tonight.” “You five?” gasps the one who pretended to gag “But Arashi told us you were only four!”

Ran laughs a little and Mikey cuts the woman “Hitto-san over there is our business associate. She’s our greatest dealer and it seems that you really bothered her with your noise earlier.”

Kakucho gives them a look before moving back to where you're staying. “See ladies… You can insult me all you want, but you shouldn’t insult my wife.”

You stand next to him, so elegant in your black dress, an arm over his own.

“I’ll make sure you all won’t be able to work again. Ever” says Mikey before the doors open and a few men grab the women to throw them outside.

You thank all of them with a nod of your head and you leave the room with Kakucho. Your husband guides you to his Bentley and opens the passenger's door for you.

You sit next to him and sigh as he turns on the engine and drives you home. None of you say anything during the ride home. You felt so sad about the whole incident. You knew very well that being a foreigner would mean being the target of gossip but Kakucho didn’t deserve that.

Kakucho on his hand keeps replaying the scene in his head: how you lowered your gazes when you heard the women talking about you both. The insults threw his way about his face. His scar. His blind eye. And it hits him that maybe he wasn’t worthy of you.

Kakucho parks the car to your Meguro house and you both enter the place, both of you still silent about the incident. He gently touches your back and you turn to him with a sad smile on your face. “I’ll go to the bathroom to get ready for bed.” you mumble

You climb the stairs and enter the bathroom, and you let the tears fall silently on your face. You didn’t notice that your husband is leaning on the door frame, watching you.

“Is it that terrible?” he asks and you quickly raise your face to look at his eyes in the mirror. “What… what are you talking about?” He walks and stands behind you. His gaze never leaving yours. “My face,” he says.

You want to turn to face him, but his arms are on the sink, imprisoning you in his embrace.

“How can you say that?” you wipe your tears “Kakucho how can you even think that I would think like them? Your face is beautiful, your scar is beautiful, your eyes are beautiful… It’s the proof that you are alive. That you’re here with me…” you grab his left hand and kiss the ring on his finger. “Kakucho… I love you… I love you so much that I wanted to kill these hoes for insulting us!”

He lightly chuckles and wraps his right hand around your middle and kisses your neck. Your breath hitches and you feel a sudden warmth going through your veins. Your husband has this effect on you.

“I love you Y/N” he kisses you again “Fuck… you are so perfect… so freaking perfect”. His left hand leaves yours to lay on your thigh, going through the slit of your dress, touching the skin underneath. The cold gold of the Patek Philippe around his wrist sends shivers to your spine, making you arch your back and hit his chest.

His right thumb brushes your lips, his eyes staring into yours as your part your lips to gently flick on his fingertip with your tongue.

You can feel his cock poking your ass. He is obsessed with the vision of you sucking on his thumb as you’d do for his cock. Kakucho finally removes his thumb for your lips, and leans closer, eyes closed. He starts kissing the back of your neck, biting on the tender skin of your shoulder. He keeps marking your delicate skin and you can hear him purrs in your ear “Mine… you’re fucking mine…” You moan his name softly, knowing you’ll have to go to the meeting tomorrow with his marks on your neck, bruises visible for everyone to see.

His hand spreads your legs and dives under the waistband of your beautiful lace thong, his digits rubbing soft circles on your clit.

Your breath accelerates as you grasp his wrist. You can hear him chuckles in your neck. You buck your hips on his already hard cock to let him know how much you want him and he pushes your lingerie down your legs.

“Spread for me baby”

He pulls back a little, to observe you, with your dress up on your hips, panting hard, your wet cunt dripping down your thighs.

“So fucking perfect for me.”

Your lewd expression and your clouded eyes are enough to send him high already, but Kakucho wants more.

You can hear the sound of his belt unbuckling as he opens his pants, his hand wearing his wedding rings never leaving your hip.

“Tell me baby… who does that pussy belongs to?” his lips ghost your ear and you feel him between your thighs, his cock taping on your clit to tease you. “You Kakucho… it’s you… I am yours...Uhm…”

“Should I make you round with my child for them to know that you’re mine?” His left hand touches your lower stomach lightly. “Kakucho” you murmur, your eyes searching for his in the mirror. “Is that what you want?” he asks. You blush and you nod your head. “Good girl” he breathes and he finally inserts himself in your tight cunt. Both hips collide as he thrusts inside you. You feel so full that you’re having a hard time breathing.

He delivers more kisses to your neck as he starts moving into your cunt, his pace increasing with each thrust. Your walls squeeze him and your lewd mewls make his thick length pulsates inside you.

His palm softly caresses to your hips and you inwardly arch your back even further, feeling his tip hitting your cervix with every move.

You whimper his name and you hear him whispers behind you, but you are already too dumb on his cock to reply even if you wanted to. “I love you so much… fuck y/n… Your pussy always takes me so well…So good for me”

His hips keep crashing against yours, with his tip hitting your favorite spots, leaving you breathless. Your hands are barely able to hold you over the sink.

He leans into you, fucking himself inside you over and over and you feel your walls tightening on your husband’s dick.

Kakucho is panting on your neck, the sound of your arousal and his balls slapping against you filling the room.

You feel yourself coming closer and closer, your walls holding him so tight, and with one more thrust of your husband, you are sent over the edge. You become a moaning mess as you cum on his dick.

“Kakucho…” you moan desperately “Fuck baby you milk me so good… I’m gonna cum inside you.. Fill you with my seed…. Gonna give you my baby...” The sight of you, drunk on his cock, and the ring of your cum around his cock makes him cum inside you with a loud growl, painting your walls wite.

Pulling out, his cum drips down on the marble floor of your bathroom, and Kakucho turns you around, bringing your arms around his neck to kiss you gently.

You kiss him back, and you can feel your legs tremble under you. Your husband notices it and pulls you in another loving embrace, your red cheek pressed against his -now- crumpled Tom Ford shirt. “I love you” he affirms as his hand gently holds your head against him.

You nod your head against his chest and mumble a soft “I love you too Kakucho… Don’t let anyone ever make you doubt that”

He puts you back on your feet and he helps you remove your designer dress.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before we go to bed” he smiles at you.

“Can we have a round two?” You innocently smile at him, and he grins at you. “As many as you want, baby.”

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