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strawberryscouts · 3 years

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Off To The Races

Zeke’s life wasn’t supposed to be like this. His father would have a spontaneous brain aneurism if he saw the daily goings on of the younger Yeager’s household on his days off. Horrid amounts of smoking outside, snow or shine, day-drinking without a second thought, and lonely, not by choice. He had honest-to-god tried to live the life his father wanted for him. He married a woman straight out of law school and knocked her up a few months after. They raised that kid for a year then repeated the process. They lived, laughed, and loved for a few years, then, as a surprise to no one, the divorce came along. His wife had run off with a lump sum of money and started a new life out of state. He got left with two kids, substance abuse issues, and a law firm to run. He was stressed, depressed, and by the holiest powers above, was he horny.

Ignoring the horniness for a moment, everything changed when you came around. Every inch of his world brightened, almost like a light at the end of a tunnel. You gave him some form of hope, and reminded him that life wasn’t all doom and gloom. You were still in college, looking for some extra funds to help pay your tuition; a lawyer that doubled as a father of two was the perfect target. You had shown up in your prettiest outfit, almost as if you were showing off for him. Being the kind of man he was, Zeke couldn’t help but hire you. Some sweet, fetching little thing coming up to his decadent doorstep in a tiny little tennis skirt and begging to take care of his kids? That was something he could never turn away.

So, you became the official caretaker of Zeke’s little angels. You truly adored looking after them while their, admittedly handsome, father slaved away at his big, important law firm. You rang the doorbell right as the kids were waking up, Zeke greeting you at the door already dressed in one of his repulsively expensive suits. You talked over scones and coffee and made the kids just about anything they wanted. He would leave, and you would get the kids dressed and out the door with ample time to catch the bus. You’d clean the house, make yourself some lunch, play with the family dog. The golden retriever was just another cliche. But you still loved the mutt, especially since every family member loved him, too. You could tell because Zeke had named him after some long-dead baseball player, meaning he would be enamoured with the thing no matter what.

It was fun, picking up on little details about Zeke, or Mr. Yeager, as you called him. He loved baseball and would talk about it for hours on end if you let him, and he hated strawberry icecream for some unexplained reason. He was the face of success for his entire life, from being a star pitcher on his little league team back home to captain of the debate team in high school; he had never really failed at anything or gotten robbed of what he wanted. He was a winner in everything he had ever tried. He had mentioned how high-strung his parents were, and how they’d gone through a divorce of their own when he was young. He and his step-brother never got along that well, and had actually turned out to be very different people. His family life was anything but smooth, and he feared his kids would look back on their childhood in the same light. You guessed that’s why tonight was happening.

“Alright, I’m entrusting my children, dog, house, and painfully expensive belongings to you for the night.” He was dressed to the nines, hell, the tens. He wore an umber sport coat, mustard turtleneck sweater, a thick black belt, grey slacks, chestnut oxfords, and the most expensive golden watch you had ever seen. His flaxen hair shined perfectly in the low light of the entranceway; it was official: you wanted to fuck him. Rather, you wanted him to fuck you. You wanted him to fuck you stupid and make you squirt all over that pretty watch, and his even prettier face.

“I’ve got it covered, Mr. Yeager.” His youngest son wrapped his arms around your legs as the dog rubbed his head into your palm. “Knock ‘er dead!” You gave him your cheesiest smile and thumbs up. He chuckled at you as his eldest son grabbed your free hand.

“You’ve got this, Dad!” He cheered, starting to drag you to the living room.

“Thank you, Atticus. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gave a weak smile, turning to leave through the large oak door. It was awful, how badly he wanted to stay there with you and the kids. He wanted to chase Atticus down the hall as the rest of you ran after him, laughing all the way. He wanted to put on some old, boring movie only he wanted to watch and feel your breath on his neck as you fell asleep just after the kids and dog sitting on the floor below you. He wanted to feel your warmth in his bed. He wanted to see what you looked like backed up against a wall. Heaving after an especially passionate kiss. With your legs over your head, screaming his name. The sweat dripping down your face as you came undone beneath him. The little whimpers you’d make as he pulled out of you and cradled you in his arms. He wanted you, not this random woman off of some shitty dating site. He didn’t really want the booze, or the men, or the women, or the money, or the white picket fence, or his father’s approval; he just wanted - no - he needed you. Your game of cat and mouse, seeing which playful “sweetheart” or coy little “Mr. Yeager” would be the one to tip you over the edge of more than friends.

“Zeke? That’s you, right?” The tall blonde woman in a sleek black suit walked towards him with an outstretched hand. She could’ve easily been a full foot taller than him. Interesting.

“Yes. Yelena, correct?” But she wasn’t you. He just wanted to get this night of false wining and dining over with so he could come home to you. You in his big, expensive house. Better yet, his big, expensive bed.

You sat and watched the clock after the kids went to bed. It ticked and tocked, back and forth, over and over. It had been about an hour since you’d put them down for the night. You couldn’t wait for Zeke to get home for much longer. Butterflies buzzed through your stomach when you heard the doorbell ring.

“Mr. Yeager?” You opened the door to the sight of your employer with his shirt halfway unbuttoned, glasses falling off his face, and hair an absolute bird’s nest.

“Hey, beautiful.” He purred, slumping onto your shoulder, trying and failing to be smooth. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in my house, huh?” He looked up at you over the rim of his glasses. The way his eyes glimmered a dark shade of teal lit your entire body on fire. Feeling his full weight on top of you only made it spread farther.

“Babysitting your kids, for starters.” You maneuvered your bodies to have his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you dragged him back into the house. “Apparently I’ll be babysitting you, too.” You mumbled, just then realizing exactly how muscular he was. You sat him down on the leather couch and started to walk to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. You didn’t have much experience with alcohol, but you believed water helped with it somehow.

“Damn. Loving the view from back here, gorgeous.” He leaned forwards with his elbows on his knees, licking his chapped lips. You jumped at the sudden compliment. You couldn’t remember him being so…dirty before. You walked a little faster than you already were, wanting to get away from him before you made a stupid decision. You poured a tall glass of water, walking back to the couch where Zeke was now lounging, legs spread far enough to leave barely anything to the imagination.

“Hey there, doll. Got somethin’ for me?” He giggled, lowering his head from where he had been resting it. His eyes were something to behold, and the deep rooted confidence and downright cockiness behind them only served to make you shiver. You shuffled closer, a bit skittish at the sight of the beast before you.

“It’s just water.” You sat down on the table in front of him. “It’s supposed to help with your metabolism, I think.” Your voice was a higher pitch than usual, feeling an odd pressure in your throat every time you spoke.

“What a smart little thing you are.” He praised. It felt genuine, and you started to feel hotter. You handed him the glass, trying your best to avoid eye contact. He took the glass, and almost as if he had sensed your intentions, took your chin between his fingers and forced you to look into his deep, ocean eyes. He leaned back a bit, giving you a better view of his exposed chest. There was a light layer of golden hair overtop of his expansive chest, and it seemed to trail down the rest of his body. You wanted to find out if that was true. Still holding eye contact with you, he tipped the glass and send the water spilling down his shirt. You knew that wasn’t just drunken clumsiness, but a calculated measure to get in your pants.

“Whoops.” He said, eyes cold and emotionless as his words. “You better clean that up, sweetheart. We both know I can’t take care of myself in this state.” You moved closer to him, hands unsure of where they were going. You were shaking a bit, and you didn’t have a towel on you. You decided the best course of action was to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. You felt down his chest, gently tugging on his nipples. He let out a soft groan as you continued to feel him up.

“You’re gettin’ a little handsy there, baby. You want something from me?” He pet your hair as you moved further down on his chest. You kissed and gave kitten licks, appreciating every inch and curve of his muscular form. You couldn’t get enough of him, try as you might.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” He pulled you by your hair to force you to look at him.

“Filthy little harlot.” He squeezed you cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You looked confused until you felt a glob of spit hit your tongue. You swallowed like it was second nature.

“You’re just here for my dick, huh?” You continued to kiss and lick down his abdomen, savoring every ounce of him you could; the smell of cinnamon, menthol, and saltwater hit your nose, intoxicating you further and further the more you breathed him in. “I bet it’s all you think about. Especially when those fingers rub that pretty little cunt until you cum all over yourself.” You let out a whine, signifying exactly how right he was.

“Yeah.” You dragged your tongue up his six-pack, savoring the slightly salty taste. “Think about you every night.” You licked a stripe down the same line you had just gone up. “Only way I can get to sleep.” He smiled the warmest smile you had ever seen him produce. Such a sweet little thing for him, getting off to thoughts of him railing you silly in order to have a good night’s rest. Your submissive, horny mind was so focused on him you couldn’t get to bed without him. You were perfection in human form. Truly a goddess sent from above. He would worship you in the most degrading way possible.

“I knew you were dirty, I just needed to force you to show me.” He continued to pet your hair like you were some kind of beloved family pet. You felt so small under his touch; so fragile, as if one touch could blow you away forever. You loved the feeling more than life itself. You felt like you could never live without it again. Touching yourself while thinking about him wouldn’t do the trick; not after you had felt the real thing.

“That’s it, honey, kiss me like you mean it.” He teased, knowing exactly what was running through your head. Sure, he was no master of seduction, but he had bedded plenty before, and he knew exactly how talented he was. He had learned from years of experience; years you hadn’t yet lived. You would learn it all from him. Those little college boys he could smell on you every so often wouldn’t cut it anymore. He was meant for you, and you for him. He knew he already had you trapped, but playing with you was so fun. Poking and prodding and mocking you all while you worshiped him like he had hung the moon in the sky.

“You love this body, don’t you, slut?” He pulled your hair suddenly, earning a yelp that went straight to his aching cock. “You know, I’ve only been keeping in shape for you. I knew from the moment you saw me that was the main appeal, and lord knows I’d go through hell to keep you around.” That was true. He knew others would settle for mediocrity, but a flawless little angel like you deserved better than mediocre. You needed someone to match your talent, beauty, and wit. He didn’t believe he equaled you in anything but maybe wits, but still, he was good for you. At least, you seemed to think so, considering you were giving tiny kitten licks to the tip of his recently freed dick. The tip was red, swollen, and leaking a sinful amount of precum. You sucked it all up, taking the engorged head between your plush lips. You felt like heaven, but the ache in your pussy felt like hell. You slowly began to go the full length down his cock. Zeke was right: you had messed around with college boys before, but none were as big as him. Your gag reflex wasn’t prepared, causing you to choke and sputter on it. Zeke grinned slyly.

“Say my name, sweetie.” He wanted to treat you right, but it was so enjoyable to indulge his sadistic side.

“Mr. Yeager.” You choked out. You knew how much he enjoyed that title; the feeling of authority it brought him made him hard as a rock every time. He groaned in pleasure, sending shivers down your spine. That knocked him off his rhythm for a moment, but he was right back on you the minute he regained some sense of self.

“The kids are right upstairs, peacefully sleeping, while you choke on my dick like a dumb little slut.” The thought made you feel so dirty. You shifted on the ground, squeezing your thighs together and trying to get some friction. “And you do it so well, baby. I couldn’t ask for better.” He sighed.

“That’s it, pretty girl, don’t hurt yourself down there.” He slowly pulled you off his cock by your hair. He didn’t want to admit it, and really didn’t show any signs, but you had him on the verge of cumming down your throat. But he didn’t want his precious seed there. Hell no! He wanted you stuffed to the brim and properly bred.

“I’ve wanted you for so goddamn long, you don’t even know.” The look on tour face was something beyond pleasure or pain. It was a mix of both with a side of…fear? “What, scared of taking something this big, doll?” You shook your head.

“Don’t worry, daddy’ll get you nice and wet for him.” He slowly came to hover over you, lifting you up and sitting you down on the couch. He spread your legs, undoing the button of your shorts with his long, thick fingers, bringing his mouth to your zipper and pulling it down with his teeth. He pulled them down your legs, bringing his face to your core. You felt hot on his mouth and nose. He licked a wet stripe up your clothed core,

“God, you taste like honey, sweetie. I’m so fuckin’ lucky.” He pulled your panties to the side, relishing in the sight of your puffy pussy. You were beautiful in the murky yellow light of the room. You folds shimmered with slick and he could see your cunt clench around nothing, so obviously desperate for his dick. That’s right, his dick. Only his. From now on.

He dove into you, savoring your tangy flavor. Pussy was a taste all its own, each having new, intense, rich tastes he could barely describe. To be perfectly honest, Zeke was a sucker for a wet little cunt in his mouth, and you were the perfect subject. Every suck to your clit, every kiss and lick to your folds, every darting flick of his tongue into your aching little hole; it had you moaning and whimpering like a ditzy little slut. Your mind was hazy with ecstasy.

“Don’t get too loud now, dollface. Don’t wanna wake the kids now, do you?” His words brought you back to Earth, forcing you to remember you were being eaten out by a father of two. It felt so filthy to know you had been bringing up his kids, acting as a faux wife, and now you were being treated like one, eaten out of your mind and promised a thorough breeding.

“Not that I don’t believe you would get off on being watched. I bet you love that idea, huh?” You jolted at the words and the sensation of another kiss to your cunt. “It might sound a little sick, but I could invite my brother over, see if he has as good a taste as mine.” He’d be willing to invite Eren over for a test run of…you? You knew they didn’t get along, so it was surprising, but that only turned you on even more. Imaging them fighting over you like hungry wolves on the hunt. They’d ravish you without even thinking. If this was Zeke, held back, on his own, you could only yelp and whimper at what kind of monsters the two of them would be together.

“Nah, that little shit doesn’t deserve you.” He smirked into your sopping wet core. Eren never appreciated the finer things in life, still to young to understand the joys of pussy eating. No, he was more for the fuck and chuck kind of lifestyle. You deserved better aftercare than a point towards the door. “Some of the guys at my firm, however. Bet they’d turn you out real nice. They’re all just about as big and pent up as me. We could all show you a real good time.“ That would be about…three, four, even five of him? All fucking you at once with the same vigor and deep seated intensity. You head buzzed at the thought. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you, whore?” You couldn’t keep up with him in this state. You were completely fucked out without even being fucked at all. Before you knew it, you were cumming all over his gorgeous face and beard. He was taken slightly aback, but he licked it all up in five seconds flat. He was a professional.

“Answer me, doll.” He delivered a harsh slap to your thigh. He enjoyed the ripple it gave and the red mark his hand had left.

“Yes, Mr. Yeager.” You stuttered out, barely above a whisper. Torturing you would be fun, but not tonight. No, he needed to be thorough with your pleasure and ensure you would never leave his side again. He gave a few light slaps to your slippery pussy, making your thighs shake and mouth move without making a sound.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” He slowly stood up, giving you a perfect view of the shining god before you. His body was something sculpted by the old masters; a true work of art. Before you could fully appreciate the image of perfection in front of you, he bent down just a bit, pushing your thigs back as far as they could go, squishing your tits under them. He enjoyed the way your pudgier parts stuck out, giving him more parts of you to pinch and suck on as he fucked into you. His was no doubt the biggest cock you’d ever taken, and it wasn’t easy to have inside of you at first. Your walls clamped down on him so tight it was almost painful. But as he slowly pushed in and out, pleasure began to overtake the pain and you started to loosen up just a bit.

“Just relax, sweetie. Daddy’s got you.” Of course he had a daddy kink. It made perfect sense, as did yours. Hearing him say that in that truly comforting tone made your head spin with pleasure.

"God, you are so fucking tight.” He continued to fuck into you at a savage pace, not seeming to care if you screamed or cry, rather relishing in the fact that you were. You were so young and tight and sensitive, it drove him mad. He was sure he could never go a day without your pussy again.

“You fit me like a vice, sweetheart. You trying to milk me dry? Huh?” Your mouth was hanging open, drool spilling out. It gave him ample opportunity to spit in your mouth once again.

“Swallow it you filthy slut.” He lightly tapped your face.

“This is exactly how I wanted you.” You could barely hear him, blanking out at the intensity of his continuous pounding of your poor little cunt. “Been thinking about this for months.”

“Might just knock you up, sweetie. You already take care of my brats so well, what’s one more?” You squealed at the thought. He wanted you to have his babies. He wanted you to be his new, permanent play thing to fuck and fill up every night.

“Yeah. I wan’ your babies.” You slurred your words, inebriated by the feeling of his cock filling your tight little cunt. He gazed down at your fucked out form, finding a sick sense of pleasure in how far gone you were all thanks to him. You moaned far too loud for someone in a house full of kids. You couldn’t hold back, he just felt too damn good.

“You gonna cum, little girl?” He had almost a mocking tone when he asked that. You nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut. He kept up the pace, abusing your g-spot, not letting up for even a second. He set out to make you feel incredible; like the perfect little plaything he knew you to be, and he wasn’t going to let his slightly aged stamina get in the way.

“That’s it, you look so pretty, baby. What a good little slut.” He looked down at you with heated intensity. “My little slut.” He continued his brutal pace almost as if you had never cum at all.

“Oh, ’d you think I’d quit just ‘cause you finished? No fuckin’ way.” You squealed as he continued to thrust inside you, still drunk on the idea of being full of his cum. You wanted him more than you had wanted anything in your life.

“’M gonna make you squirt all over me. Ruin this nice, expensive couch.” You were screaming his name at that point, unable to form a thought that wasn’t Zeke and his perfect dick.

“Such a fuckin’ cocktease all these months. This is what you get for it. Tummy full of my cum.” He slowed his pace as he looked into your eyes with the intensity of a man drunk on desire.

“All those times you flipped your skirt up so I could see your cute little panties.” He thrusted into you harder than he had before. “All those times you called me Mr. Yeager in that innocent tone that drove me up the wall.” He thrusted harder than you had ever thought possible. You felt him hit your cervix. “Every time you acted like you didn’t know what you were doing. Like you didn’t know what I wanted.” He continued to pound into you. You felt so full, so good.

“You’re getting tighter, baby. You gonna squirt while daddy fills you up, huh?” His pace was brutal and you were seeing stars.

“That’s it, pretty baby, cum all over me. Let me fill you up.” He humped into you a few final times before shooting his load into your cunt. You screamed at the feeling of your cum squirting out of you as his cum squirted into you. You were so dizzy and so full. You were happy. You were safe and taken care of and filled to the brim by the man you loved most.

“Hey.” You saw Zeke’s stunningly handsome face look down at you. His cheeks were flushed, forehead sweaty, sculpted chest heaving. But his eyes were transfixed on you with a look so filled with love and passion it made you feel like you were floating. “How you holding up, princess?” That was a new name…not that you minded. “Didn’t go too rough did I?” He panted in between his gentle words, the main drawback of giving it your all.

“Actually.” You huffed a bit, just then realizing how difficult it was to talk, or move, or breathe. “Think you coulda’ gone harder.” He chuckled, the same look of complete infatuation lingering in his oceanic eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

“I’m tougher than you’d think, old man.” He laughed at you, appreciating how you could still be the sweetest little thing he’d ever met after being pounded half to death.

“Alright, I’m not even thirty, you little minx.”

“Calling me a minx isn’t helping your case, Zeke.” His eyes lit up with recognition.

“First time you’ve called me that, angel.” He smiled like an idiot in love, because he was one.

“Maybe it’ll be the last, if you keep acting like such an animal around me.” You slapped his shoulder with as much strength as you could muster, which was basically none.

“Well, if you don’t like the rough treatment, how about I treat you like the perfect angel you are? Treat you to a nice, warm shower and a cuddle session with yours truly. How about that?” He gently rubbed your cheek, taking in how wonderful your afterglow was.

“Sounds nice.”

“Alright, let’s go, angel.”

“Okay, Mr. Yeager.” You giggled at how quickly his face darkened and lips tightened into a frown.

“Ever the tease, you are.” He carried you to his shower bridal style, no doubt a sign of things to come.

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strawberryscouts · 3 years

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🍓 : closing time ; w/ smiley *･゜ﾟ･*

summary: smiley is a little distracted on the job, his brain filled with thoughts of the shop’s opening day and his pretty little girlfriend

pairing: timeskip!kawata nahoya x f!reader

warnings: 18+ minors DNI slight timeskip tokyorev spoilers (?), fluff + smut, cursing, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, fingering, health code violations (fucking on tables lmao), not proofread ⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄

a/n: well, here it is! my first work on this blog and my first fic written in…i don’t even know lmao. i apologize in advance for how much this probably blows and for any spelling/grammatical errors. i may have a degree in linguistics but that don’t mean a bitch can spell (/ω＼) feedback would be much appreciated and thanks for reading!!

“i can handle it from here, you know…if you need to get home you can dip”

nahoya’s head jerked up, eyes meeting his twins and catching the pointed look he was giving him. slipping his phone back into his back pocket, the elder twin let out a chuckle.

“i’m not about to leave you to deal with this shit, man. i know i’m a little distracted but having me here is better than having nobody at all..c’mon,” he teases.

souya‘s expression doesn’t change. it screams “are you serious?”, and nahoya scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“if you’d take a look around, bro…you’d see that it’s dead as fuck in here now. trust me, i got it. plus if i have to watch you grinning at your phone for another second i think i might dunk my head in hot broth,” souya insists, grabbing some empty bowls from the tables surrounding them.

nahoya thinks about it for a moment, really judging the situation. the grand opening for ‘evil twins’ had brought in more people than they’d originally expected, keeping the twins booked and busy for almost a week straight and while it was an amazing accomplishment, nahoya really fucking missed you. you’d been there on opening day, helping take photos of the twins cutting the ribbon to their new place, helping take orders in your cute little apron, and just being a general supportive presence. you’d also been there that night after they closed up for the first time, bidding farewell to the silently suspicious younger twin while you and nahoya stayed behind to “christen” the building.

“it’s for good luck. if we fuck here, the good vibes will spread and people will feel it and come by the bus-load!” you’d told him with a smile rivaling his own spread across your face.

“that’s a fucking great idea babe, i’m down,” he easily agreed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back inside the cozy shop. making sure he locked the door behind him, he turned off the main dining area lights, leaving the kitchen ones on to create a dimly lit setting. you busied yourself with making sure the blinds were closed, although the thought of giving someone a show didn’t completely turn you off, it was probably better for business if you kept your secret for success just that, a secret.

“c’mere, pretty. you were such a good help today, you know that?” nahoya’s voice floated over to you from the bar area and you nearly skipped into his arms. he wrapped them around you tight, pulling you flush against his chest while reaching down to rub across the curve of your ass.

“it was nothing, hoya. i know how important today was for you guys and i wanted to! you know i’d do anything for you, baby,” you preen. tilting your head up, you meet your boyfriend’s grinning face and lick your lips. he was so fucking handsome. even after a full day of running around slinging noodles, he looked like he just stepped out of a magazine and in that moment you felt so lucky to be able to call him yours.

nahoya didn’t miss the look you were giving him either. with a small chuckle, he met you halfway, bringing your plush lips to his. you tasted the strawberry chapstick he’d borrowed from you earlier in the day on his lips and licked at his mouth for more, making him open up and drag his tongue across yours. kissing nahoya always left you breathless and dizzy, like he was sucking the air out of your lungs but somehow his arms around you were keeping you from going completely weightless. he tugged lightly on your bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away completely and pulling at your hips to turn you around so your back was to the bar.

“hop up here, angel. i wanna say thank you for your hard work today,” he was breathing heavy, you had just as much of an affect on him as he did you.

“are you sure? souya wiped everything down so nice earlier…” you trailed off, thinking about how the somber twin would blow up if he found out what you and nahoya were planning get into after hours.

“angel…this was your idea! plus there’s no fucking way we’re gonna tell him. just let me take care of you how you took care of me, okay?” he insisted, thumbs rubbing little circles on your hips.

you sighed, lifting yourself backwards onto the bar table and spreading your legs enough for nahoya to fit between them. his hands ran up and down your thighs, pushing your skirt back past your knees and giving him a full look at your panties.

“fuck…look at you. always so fucking pretty for me,” he breathed out, barely a whisper but it still reached your ears. the change in his voice had you growing warm already. “lean that head back for me, angel,”

you obeyed, exposing your neck for him as he pulled your body closer to him by the hips. your clothed pussy was flush against his abdomen and his lips were quickly attached to the flesh of your neck, licking and sucking loudly.

“baby! if you leave marks i’m not gonna be able to hide what we got up to tonight,” you whined, weakly trying to push his attacking form back. “i want to help out with the lunch rush tomorrow!”

“fuck that,” he groaned against your skin. “you’re gonna need to take the day off tomorrow to rest up,”

the implications of his words had you clenching around nothing and grinding your body closer to his. you gently grabbed the sides of his face to bring him back up to your lips, kissing his sloppily. he moaned openly into your mouth, smug at how easily you’d given into him. you felt his smile through the kiss and it was driving you crazy and making you impossibly wetter.

“please hoya…” you breathed out between kisses. “need you now,”

he laughed darkly and pulled back from your swollen lips. two taps to your thigh had you spreading your legs for him again, giving his access to your now ruined panties. he tugged them down with practiced ease and you shivered a little when your ass touched the cool table surface. slowly, you began to reach for his pants to undo them as well but nahoya grabbed your hands and maneuvered your body back, laying you on your back on the length of the bar. “did you forget, baby? i’m rewarding you. you can help me afterwards,”

you groaned wantonly, knowing what was coming next. he crouched down until he was eye level with your throbbing core, making you hold your breath in anticipation. “please don’t tease, hoya. i want you!”

his response was to take both hands on either side of your mound, using his thumbs to spread your pussy open and lick a long strip up the entire length of your slit. you gasped, chest heaving at the sudden feeling and your legs tensed. nahoya wasted no time, giving you more licks and taking the time to spread you open for him. from your clit to your pretty little hole, he drug his tongue slowly and firmly, warming you up without making you think he was being a tease. you deserved it after all. everyone who visited today was greeted with your cheerful and smiling face, sending him compliments on his “lovely wife” on their way out after filling their bellies. he didn’t have the heart to correct them, after all…he was planning to wife you one day. but for now, he was content with making out with your pussy, giving you the kinds of feelings he knows only he can bring out of you. he felt your body tense and relax with his movements, then begin to tremble as he focused his tongue on your swollen clit. quicker strokes of the tongue here had him gripping the meat of your thighs for purchase. you were moaning and breathing heavy now, breathlessly telling him to take it easy or you’d cum too fast.

“i know what i’m doing, angel. just lay back and take it,” he cooed, leaving another kiss on your little bud. left hand moving from your thigh, he trailed down to your dripping slit, dragging his index finger along the folds and collecting your arousal. he brought his hand up to your lips, giving you that look. obediently, you opened your mouth and took his finger in, tongue cleaning yourself off of him without being told. the sight of you being so good for him had nahoya’s cock jumping in his jeans, but he had to focus on you right now, on making you feel good and showing you how much he liked having you around as his little helper.

bringing his lips back to your clit he licked and sucked in a steady rhythm, pulling sounds from you that he was happy nobody else was around to hear. you were covered in a thin film of sweat now, shirt pushed up past your breasts so that you could start pulling and twisting on your own nipples in response to the insane feelings your boyfriend was bringing out of you down below. it was so fucking hot in here, your mind filled with steam and pleasure and just nahoya.

“babe…more! gonna…g-gonna cum,” you squeaked out, legs wrapping around his shoulders and starting to squeeze.

he was basically grinning into your cunt at your words, roughly pushing his finger inside you to help push you over the edge and feel you explode all over his face. he could tell you were close, your legs were shaking around him and he could practically feel your pulse through your clit on his lips. just a little more, he just had to push you a little more.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes i’m cumming!” you cried out, feeling the electric pleasure wash over all over your body. you were panting, grabbing onto nahoya’s hair for some sense of grounding. he didn’t stop though, continuing to pump his finger into your quivering pussy and sucking relentlessly on your clit. the hand left on your thighs attempting to hold you still was bound to leave a mark tomorrow. finally, after what felt like full minutes later, your breathing slowed and your body floated back down from wherever the hell your smiley boyfriend managed to take it.

“that was…so god damn…good,” you managed to get out between deep breaths. nahoya laughed, wiping your cum from his lips and coming up to kiss you sweetly. you could still taste yourself on his lips and the that had you trembling all over again. “is it my turn to take care of you now, babe?,” you began, looking at him through lidded eyes heavy from the aftermath of cumming so hard.

nahoya responded with pressing himself against your body on the table, letting you feel exactly what you had done to him. his cock was straining against his jeans, you could feel it twitching sporadically as he looked right into your eyes. “i’m definitely not gonna turn down any more help from you, angel,”

“BRO! ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME?”

nahoya blinked hard, snapping himself out of the memory from last week. souya was pissed, nothing new but still not fun. what the hell had he even been saying?

“umm…yes? no? i don’t know..but you’re right. i am about to head out for the day,”

souya rolled his eyes hard at the redundancy his brother was spouting off, and watched as the older twin shrugged off his apron and untied the bandanna keeping his hair down.

“i owe you one for this, little bro,” nahoya teased, punching souya in the shoulder before hopping over the empty bar and heading to the door.

“whatever…just be ready to close on your own whenever i get a girlfriend too,” the younger twin grumbled. he was happy for nahoya, he really was…he was just tired of seeing him all lovesick and horny when they were supposed to be focused on customers. things would go a lot smoother once his brother checked in with you. you always managed to keep him level headed.

“catch ya at home, alright?” nahoya waved and bidded farewell to his twin as well as the couple people sitting inside the shop, then he slipped out the door. with a little spring in his step and a grin ghosting his lips, he grabbed his phone and quickly punched your contact.

“hey, angel. it’s me! i’m on my way to you right now….yeah for real! it’s been a tough day, though…you really wanna help?….be ready for me when i get there, naked and spread wide like i like, okay?….good girl. be there in 10,”

#icymi <3 #i have another wip coming soon 🍓#tokyo revengers x reader

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omg yes yes yes!! seeing other people headcannon the kawata twins and hakkai as black/blasian makes me cheese so hard. we love to see it 🥰

it brings me so much joy watching poc headcanon characters as people from their community. please keep doing that. ❤️

#🍵nemi.talk #good post op #🍓.tokyorev

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you said you want thirst and i’ve been on a very rough and degrading path recently so what do we think about issei and face slapping bestie bc i certainly have lots of thoughts about that

oh my god. oh my god. issei and face slapping <3

issei with his hand around your throat, squeezing tightly, as he fucks into you from above. the hand around your throat is holding you down, keeping you still, almost as if it’s a warning. the power and control he gains from such a simple act is so intoxicating, tightening the coil his belly and forcing chills down his spine— and the way you respond is just as arousing, with your eyes crossing and your tongue lolling out, the cutest mewls falling from your lips, your hips rising up in time with his thrusts, your thighs wrapped tight around him and squeezing his hips. but it’s when his fist tightens around your throat and your hand comes up to wrap around his wrist, as if to slow him down, that it happens.

it’s instinctive. immediately, he’s letting go of your throat, and the pressure disappears momentarily. but then his hips snap against yours once, twice and suddenly— he’s— slapping his palm against your cheek. it stings, so harsh, and it’s so fucking loud. he does it so hard your head tilts to the side, that your ear rings.

“don’t,” he groans angrily. “don’t.”

your cheek burns, your eyes watering at the pain, but obediently, your hand falls to squeezing the sheets beneath you instead, just as his hand strokes down to wrap around your throat once more. with a heavy, deep grunt, his hips quicken their pace once more, and he mutters out through gritted teeth, “good girl.”

#issei uGGGHHH #this is too much #🗿#🍓.matsukawa

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strawberryscouts · 3 years

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tonight’s goal is gonna be working on my theme and probably editing the way things are setup in my pinned post…plus making a rules/BFYF page to include. i’ve also settled on which fandoms i’ll be writing for and considering taking drabble requests so i can better my characterization of characters i like wanna write for (o^^o)

things have been going smoothly enough so far so i can’t wait to show y’all what i’ve got planned for strawberryscouts next~

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#🍵nemi.talk #but also i wanna make friends #i have to branch out more..#tumblr is hard

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strawberryscouts · 3 years

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#🍓.reblogs #about me

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strawberryscouts · 3 years

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woke up thinking about being manga besties with chifuyu 🥺 he’s definitely the type to share the latest volume of the manga you both like with you and spend hours talking about theories, your favorite characters, and he might even humor you with matching cosplay? i just feel like he’s a huge nerd at heart like maybe not full blown otaku but he would have no shame about going into anime stores for figures and merch to buy with you. just -10/10- for chifuyu as a bestie; he’s got it all! attentiveness, understanding, and enthusiasm ♡

#chifuyu matsuno #💛.chifuyu brainrot #can y’all tell i don’t have a manga bestie and i NEED one?#tokyorev

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strawberryscouts · 3 years

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UMMM chile anyway, sooooo let’s discuss. obviously we knew the kawata twins were gonna be in top bc i cannot for the life of me choose between the two 🥴 BUT I WASN’T EXPECTING KAZUTORA TO BE SO HIGH UP and also i’m feeling real exposed with taiju being in the top 20…

if anyone else wants to do it, the link is here! 🥰🍓

oooo okay i found a tokyorev sorter and i’m about to go crazy aaaGGHHH,,,i’m terrified to see where these boys rank especially bc i’ve been in denial about my faves for so long 🥴

#🍵nemi.talk #koko and kaku being up top brings me joy #i’ll probably retake this once the manga is finished lmao

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oooo okay i found a tokyorev sorter and i’m about to go crazy aaaGGHHH,,,i’m terrified to see where these boys rank especially bc i’ve been in denial about my faves for so long 🥴

#🍵nemi.talk #imma be HEATED if [redacted] ends up in the top 10