#mafia!techno

“How many bunny?” Your lumberjack asks grabbing three packs of rice before you even got a chance to glance at the shopping list.

“You can’t just-“ you start but your boyfriend places a peck on your lips as he puts the food in the shopping cart.

“What’s the next item on the list?” He asks moving behind you his large hands on the handles either side of the cart, his colossal muscular form enclosing around your figure. Your eyes glance over the paper in your hands, but you know when you get so distracted by something you read the same thing over and over again.

Your were repeating the same word in your head ‘pasta’. That word sits in the back of your throat but you can’t quite get it to come out, not with the chapped plump lips of your man running across your neck. His thick fingers pulling down the material of your top to kiss your shoulder.

“Tec.” You squeal nudging him with your elbow while glancing around to see if anyone was looking your way. Not that it would matter if someone was, your expeditionist.

“Next item.” He hums inhaling your scent his tongue swirling over your skin as he sucked a hickey on your neck. His hands rough and curious as they searched your body.

“Control yourself for five minutes man.” You say trying to hide your smile as you push the cart forward.

“How can I?” Techno whispers slipping his arm around your shoulder, “you can’t say that when you look like this.” He gestures to your jeans and his t-shirt that was hanging from your body.

You shake your head with a muttered “Jeez.”

Waiting in line you fiddle with Techno hands, testing to see how large they are compared to yours. Unsurprisingly the size difference was monstrous. The beefy lumberjack tugs on your pinky, happy to have you against him regardless of where you are.

The man you approach looks your boyfriend up and down with a lip bite and you instantly get defensive. Techno unpacks the shopping cart onto the conveyor belt, his muscles rippling as he grabs the food and places it down.

“Do you have all the bags you need sweetheart?” He’s looking at your man, ignoring you completely and you squeeze Technos arm by accident. He looks at you and then the man before speaking.

“My wife has them.” He grunts, before glancing at you his hands gripping yours quickly and slyly that even you had to take a second to process it. The ring that was sitting on your index finger was now playing as a wedding ring.

“Right.” The annoyed sound of the shop worker seeped into your happy moment.

“Go on bunny.” He smirked with a peck to your cheek and a tap on your bottom. You head to the end of the till and start packing the shopping up. Techno joins you soon enough lifting the heavy bags off the end and into the shopping cart like they were feathers. You have to look away or you’ll get even more flustered at the sight of your man’s strength.

“Cash or card love.” The man purrs, you can’t help but let you head jerk to the side, squinting. The audacity!

“Card.” Techno grunts pulling out his credit card and tapping the card reader before shoving it back into his leather wallet then his jeans. Your eyes wander to the way they curve around his ass and he notices. “All yours bunny.” He smiles softly, tapping the underside of your chin with the curve of his index finger.

“Here.” The cashier’s glum tone interjects another happy moment, he’s really starting to piss you off. You grab the receipt out of the man’s hand with the biggest fake smile you could muster.

“Thankyou.” You make sure to flash the rock that’s sitting on your finger faking it til it makes it. The light catches it and the man’s eyes hone in on it before they meet yours with a glare.

“Come on bunny, let’s go home.” Techno’s arm is back around your waist as you move to push the cart.

“Have a nice day!” It sounds more sarcastic than sincere and it’s partially yelled out.

“Ignore him.” Techno whispers, his grip tightening. You realise that not only were you being territorial but so was he. Your mind goes back to that moment, the last time someone flirted with Techno.

“How dare you?” The accusing tone rings throughout the diner, it has your head snapping toward where it came from. Your eyes widen at the sight of your lumberjack pointing a thick finger at a woman who looks as shocked as you were. “I’m a taken man,” he shakes his head backing away from her.

You were so busy being jealous you didn’t even notice Techno’s possessiveness rising to the surface. The same possessiveness that had your man rushing to put the food filled bags in the truck and sliding into the drivers seat next to you. His large hand on your thigh slipping higher until he’s knuckles deep in your cunt listening to your beautiful moans echoing around him.

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“On my lap, now.” He barks putting his cigar out, his darkening eyes glaring at the grin tugging at your pretty lips. Your satin blood red nightgown that fits against your body oh so deliciously, has him stuck in a trance. Almost forgetting what you did.

“Hmm,” you tap your chin with your index finger pretending to think.

“Bijuteria mea, don’t. You. Dare.” He stands from his seat eyes so dark you could hardly see the colour anymore.

“I’m good.” You blow a kiss your husband’s way before darting out his office and practically running to the in-house elevator. You hear his heavy footsteps behind you praying the doors shut before he gets to you.

And they do, shutting right in his pissed off face.

You bite your lip closing your eyes, the imagine of that pissed off face. That fucking gorgeous pissed off face. Letting your hand fall down slipping it under your short night dress, you rub at your throbbing clit knowing full fucking well that your husband will have gone to the main floor to see the elevator cctv to see where you’re going.

And of course you know his security will be watching with him. You’re already in trouble so why not?

Two of his men stare at the wall hoping that the Mafia boss spares them as you moan and throw your head back. They flinch at the sound of the computer mouse being crushed in Techno’s hand. He flees the scene making his way to the 10th floor, where you went. He smirks getting in the second elevator pulling out his phone and speed dialling Phil.

“Where are you?” Techno grins when Phil confirms he’s on the 10th floor just as he thought. “Haos.” The boss says speaking his native tongue, the code word has Phil looking around him. His heart rate picking up until his eyes land on your figure flitting passed him, with a shake of his head he tries his hardest to suppress an amused smile.

You completely ignore the men and women around you, they do the same to you. How could they not? They valued their lives. The last time someone laid their eyes upon you that wasn’t Techno or Phil, they got a bullet between their eyes. You know Phil is following you and you know exactly how to evade him, you’ve played this game before you know every inch of this building.

Slipping into a ‘closet’ Phil smirks thinking he’s got you now. You push the wooden planks out the way and make your way into a crawl space pushing them back before going to the next room which funnily enough is where elevator number two is. You give everything a once over and spot the most beautiful sight.

Your husband on the hunt for you, turning the corner to where he thinks you are. Back in the elevator you go, straight to the place you started. The penthouse.

Sauntering towards the kitchen you pour yourself a glass of wine and sip, letting the pleasant burn of alcohol consume you. The ding of the elevator has your eyes flicking up. Each footstep has your breath hitching, cunt throbbing.

And there he was, panting like a dog through gritted teeth. His eyes not moving from yours, even when he makes his way to you.

You have another sip of wine, finishing it off, trying your hardest to ignore the feel of his breath on the side of your head. His large tattooed hand wraps around your wine glass gently pulling it away, you don’t flinch when he flings it across the room. It shattering against the piano sitting innocently in the living room.

“I thought you’d remember from last time,” he starts his voice rough as he turns your head to face him with his index finger. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Now I don’t know what has gotten into you today but-“

“This is your fault.” You have the audacity to cut him off and with that response too.

Techno had a very important meeting today

But you’d been feeling a little neglected lately with all the work he’d been doing for this meeting, regardless of the fact that he missed you so much every night for the past week he slipped himself inside you and held you while your cunt squeezed his cock so perfectly.

No, that was besides the point. You wanted your man’s attention and you knew exactly how you’d get it. Sure it wasn’t the smartest or the best plan in hindsight but who cares?

Techno kisses you goodnight so sweetly his hands on your cheeks, “I’ve missed you lately, I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. I promise to make it up to you, bijuteria mea.” He whispers against your lips. You decided, you weren’t gunna do it but three hours later you were bored and a little annoyed that this meeting was dragging on for so long.

So you slipped out of bed not even bothering to cover up as you made your way downstairs and into his office. The ‘oh shit’ from Phil and the anger on Technos face had you feeling empowered as you strutted toward your husband.

“Well hello there sweet thing.” Punz, Techno’s new business partner had his eyes all over you with no shame glistening in them. He of course didn’t know who you were or what happened to those who talked to you like he did and looked at you like he was.

You exchanged looks with your husband, he wasn’t happy. You however were loving it.

“And you are?” You asked batting your lashes at the man ignoring the noise of disapproval that rumbled deep in Techno’s chest as you leaned forward, both hands on the table jutting your ass out.

Punz grins, shameless once more as he admires you. Greedy eyes rolling over your body, over your breasts. You have to ignore the disgusted feeling when he licks his lips, eyes underlined with lust. You realise just how lucky you are to see love in your husbands eyes at all times.

Speaking of him, you were too busy digging a hole for yourself that you missed his chest rising and falling a little too quickly. Missed the feral look in his eyes, he was practically foaming at the mouth.

“Dragă,” his growl had one of his men whimpering pathetically, two seconds later that man was dead, a bullet through his skull. You watched the body collapse on the floor with slight shock, your eyes flicking to Techno who hadn’t taken his eyes off you since you came in.

He stood, his chair rattling and falling to the floor as he did. His body was behind yours before you could blink, arms enveloping you, his nose dragging along the side of your throat inhaling sharply. “Mmmm,” the gravely hum exerting from him had you clenching your thighs together, “Dacă crezi că scapi cu asta, te înșeli amarnic.” You whimpered at the dark chuckle that followed words you didn’t understand. But you knew they weren’t good by his tone.

His hand slipped down underneath your dress right where you wanted him pressing the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit and in turn you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as you relished in the feeling.

“Technoblade,” you could of sworn you heard a little fear in Punz’s voice, “she’s-“

“Mine.” Techno snarled, slipping his fingers inside you, pumping and curling slowly. Everyone in the room looked everywhere else, never at you. Well except for one, Ben the new guy. Techno noticed and raised his gun pulling the trigger while you rutted your hips against his hand.

“I didn’t know.” Punz shook his head, but Techno tilted his with a look of loathing plastered on his face.

“You had to,” Punz stood with another shake of his head only for Phil to push him back into his seat by a hand on his shoulder, Punz looking up at the Mafia Boss’s second watching him move away stepping over the dead bodies he knew he was soon joining. “Every single fucker on the planet knows who she belongs to.” Techno pulled the trigger just as you gushed all over his fingers.

A game of chase later. You were pouting in Technos face with a glint of liar in your eyes. “Bijuteria mea, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to be on our bed naked in the next ten seconds or I will fuck you where ever you are when the time runs out. If you think I care who sees, you’re mistaken. I don’t mind killing a few of my men if it means I get a taste of your pretty cunt. I think I’ve already proved that.”

The second ‘one’ passed his plump lips you ran.

You tried. You really did try, but he counted quicker. The top of the stairs was where he caught you, and the floor was where he ripped your flimsy excuse for pyjamas. It was positively sinful, him fully clothed and sheathed inside you it had your back arching, chest heaving.

God it was pure bliss the way he’s fucking into you so deep, you don’t pay attention to anything but that feeling. When the coil snaps and fireworks burst behind your eyes it’s so intense you don’t even register the gunshot, quietened by the silencer your dangerous husband had screwed onto the end of his firearm.

The body on the floor by the elevator door is completely ignore as more pleasure rolls through you. “That’s it, cum for me dragă.” Techno grunts out going harder until you go limp and docile. “There you go, that’s all you needed wasn’t it. For me to destroy this pretty little pussy of yours until your just a cockdrunk slut for me.” You moan louder the longer he talks. It’s too much when the tip of his cock slides against that spot.

“I can’t! It’s..too…I can’t.” You try your hardest to plead and beg but Techno tutted.

“You can. You’re gunna take all that I give you.” He hisses leaving open mouthed kisses across your breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth.

Techno loves you like this, dumb from his cock moaning and mumbling things that make no sense, all of them merging together.

Yesyespleasefuckrightthereohfuckyes-

The sweet burn of pleasure ripples across your form as his member drags across your velvety walls, his hard muscular stomach covered in your wetness. A groan slipping from his throat when he notices, “I’m addicted to you.” It was true.

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He spares no expense when it comes to you. Always giving you the best of the best. Only you deserve to be wined and dined so perfectly.

Technoblade’s presence inspires fear into peoples hearts, except yours. You welcome his dangerous demeanour wether that be into your heart or between your legs.

Though it does still shock you when all eyes are on you while you walk towards your private table the owner had so graciously saved for the both of you.

The shiver that runs down your spine when the waiter’s hands shake as he tries to get the cork out of the wine bottle in a hurriedly fashion. How he gulps when he Techno’s red eyes flicker to his asking if he needs a hand with that. They all know how much the Mafia boss hates taking his eyes off you.

You feel all tingly watching the bead of sweat that runs down the side of the young man’s face as he tries to keep a steady hand when pouring the expensive liquid into the glasses.

You don’t admit it but it makes you feel all fuzzy knowing that your man creates such an atmosphere.

Just like the not so subtle throb he creates between your legs when he tilts your head up with a gentle grip on your jaw, eyes boring into yours and says, “Only the best for my girl.” You have to smile because he means it. Truly. He’s just that type of man.

You like these dates, the ones where you go out for dinner or romantic walks along the beach trying to ignore the people running in the other direction but every once in a while you get the perfect dates inside.

He finishes his ‘work’ and after a long shower to wash away any blood, he finds you lounging around on the large sofa in his shirt with a big fluffy blanket draped over your body. Eyes glued to whatever was on the tv, your fingers fumbling to grab more popcorn to shovel into your mouth mindlessly, like his cock.

“I see your day was productive bijuteria mea.” He chuckles when you turn to him with a slight pout as you chew. “Can I join you?” He asks sitting down without an answer.

“I thought we were going on a date tonight.” You say tapping your phone to check the time, “I was about to start getting ready after this episode.” He huffs putting the popcorn on the coffee table before pulling you close.