#mndi

Emily was in her office, reviewing a case, when she heard the low murmurs and indiscreet giggles from the hallway. Curious, she stepped outside and stopped in her tracks, her eyes darkening immediately when she saw what—or rather, who—had caught so much attention.

You, oblivious, smiled as you chatted with the security guard who had escorted you to your floor. But around you, the agents couldn't hide their lewd glances.

"Holy shit, who is that?" one of the newbies whispered.

"She has a hot body," another agent said. "If I had a chance, I would…"

Emily didn't hear the rest. Her blood boiled in her veins, a mixture of pure rage and possessiveness taking over. Before any of them could approach you, she was there, her icy gaze and dominant posture making everyone back away.

"Love."

Emily's voice cut through the air like a knife, making all the agents freeze in place. Her dark eyes shone with restrained fury, and the way her arm wrapped around your waist made it clear this was a territorial marking.

You felt her fingers grip your hip, firm and possessive, as she pulled you closer. The rookie swallowed, his eyes wide with pure terror. The other agents backed away immediately, some mumbling apologies, others simply disappearing into the crowd.

But Emily wasn't satisfied.

Without another word, she dragged you into her office, the door slamming behind you with a loud bang that echoed down the hallway. Before you could react, your back slammed against the wall, Emily's hands pinning your wrists above your head.

"You like being the center of attention, do you?" Emily growled against your skin, her teeth deliberately scraping your neck. "Seeing all these agents drooling over you?"

Her knee wedged itself between your legs, pressing firmly as her hands roamed possessively down your body. The dress you were wearing—the one Emily loved precisely because it accentuated your curves—was now being unceremoniously ripped open, two buttons popping and falling to the floor.

"Emily, I just—"

A moan escaped your lips as she cut you off with a bite to your shoulder. "Shut up." Her voice was husky, commanding as she yanked your panties off.

She turned you to face the wall, her hands pinning your wrists against the cool surface. You heard the sound of the belt being unfastened, the zipper lowering—and then there was no more time to think.

Emily entered you in one go, without warning, without mercy. A muffled scream echoed in the office as her nails dug into the wood, your body arching against hers.

"That's right, scream," Emily whispered in your ear, each word accompanied by a brutal thrust. "I want everyone to hear who owns this body."

And they did.

The moans, the pounding of the wall, the wet slap of skin against skin—it all echoed through the silent hallway, where the agents stood paralyzed, some in shame, others in envy.

When your orgasm hit, it was like being swept away by a hurricane—violent, uncontrollable, leaving your legs trembling and your mind blank. Emily gripped your hips tightly, prolonging your fall into the abyss before following you with a guttural growl, her teeth sinking into your shoulder.

The office still echoed with the sounds of your last fall when Emily pulled away just enough to turn you around. Her dark eyes burned with an intensity that made your stomach churn—that dangerous mix of fury and lust only she could conjure.

Your body was still trembling as Emily pushed you to your knees on the office floor. The rough carpet scratched your skin, but you barely felt it—all you could focus on was Emily's predatory gaze above you.

"Open that beautiful mouth," she ordered, her fingers tightening around your jaw. "And remember—everyone out there is listening."

The first touch of your lips to her cock made Emily let out a guttural moan. Her hands curled tighter in your hair, guiding your rhythm with almost painful force. You could taste her on your tongue, hear the wet sounds echoing off the thin walls of the office.

Outside, a glass clattered to the floor—someone had accidentally knocked it over, too distracted by the sonic spectacle. Emily smiled wildly. "More," she growled. "I want them to hear you swallow me."

When Emily finally climaxed, her body arched forward with a muffled cry. Her fingers twisted in your hair, holding you exactly where she wanted you as she trembled against your lips.

But still, she wasn't satisfied.

Before you could swallow properly, Emily yanked you up with brutal force and slammed you onto the desk—papers now scattered everywhere, pens rolling on the floor. Her eyes gleamed with pure possessiveness as she positioned herself between your still-trembling legs.

"This time, I'm going to make you forget your own name."

The first thrust was so brutal that you screamed, your nails scratching the surface of the desk. Emily showed no mercy—each thrust calculated to hit deeper, harder, until your moans became uncontrollable.

"That's it, love," she whispered, arching herself over you as she increased her pace. "Let everyone hear how you belong to me."

And they did.

The entire office transformed into a scene of pure debauchery. Your screams echoed off the walls as Emily pushed you beyond your limits, each movement calculated to extract even more obscene sounds from your lips.

Your fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly, knuckles white from the pressure, as Emily dominated your body with a possessive fury.

"You're mine," she growled, digging her nails into your thighs. "Only mine."

The sound of skin slapping against skin mingled with muffled moans and the pounding of the table against the wall. You no longer knew where you ended and Emily began—your bodies were so intertwined, so synchronized in that animalistic rhythm, that they seemed a single entity.

When the second orgasm hit, it was like being electrocuted. Your body arched violently, a hoarse scream escaping your throat as you saw stars. Emily didn't slow down—on the contrary, she tightened her grip on your hips, prolonging the pleasurable agony.

"That's it, take it all," she ordered, her teeth digging into your shoulder. "Take what's yours."

And you did.

Emily's climax came with a guttural growl, her body trembling violently against yours as she filled you completely. For an eternal moment, you stayed like that—clasped, sweaty, breathing heavily against each other.

When she finally pulled away, your hair was disheveled, and your legs were shaking so badly you could barely stand. Emily, on the other hand, looked absurdly satisfied, stroking your toned hip with an expression of triumphant possession.

The silence that followed was almost as intense as the previous frenzy. Emily took a deep breath, her fingers still trembling slightly as she smoothed her hand over your scarred back. The office was a wreck—papers scattered, a chair overturned, and the desk now bearing the marks of your nails.

With surprisingly gentle movements, Emily grabbed her own blazer hanging on the back of the door and wrapped it around your shoulders, hiding the most visible marks. Her eyes, previously burning with possessive fury, now held a different glow—concern mingled with satisfaction.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice softer, as she ran her thumb over your slightly swollen bottom lip.

You nodded, still breathless, feeling every muscle in your body throb. Emily sighed and grabbed a bottle of water from the small office refrigerator, twisting the cap off before handing it to you.

"Sip slowly," she instructed, her fingers now carefully smoothing your tousled hair. "I'll call a car to take you home."

As you caught your breath, Emily picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number. "Yes, I need a vehicle at the rear entrance. Discreet." She paused, her eyes scanning your condition. "In ten minutes."

Hanging up, she knelt before you, her hands cupping your trembling knees. "I'll help you get ready," she murmured, picking up your torn panties from the floor and replacing them with a fresh pair from her desk drawer—you immediately recognized them as the spare she always kept in her purse.

Every touch was meticulously gentle now—adjusting your dress as best she could, discreetly wiping away your smeared makeup with a wet wipe, even tying your hair into a quick bun to disguise the mess.

"When you get home," she whispered as she worked, "take a hot shower. There's that massage oil you like in the bathroom cabinet." Her lips curved into a smile. "I'll be home early today."

The ringing of her cell phone signaling the car's arrival interrupted the moment. Emily helped you to your feet, holding your elbow firmly when your legs wobbled.

"I'll walk you to the elevator," she said, opening the office door.

The hallway was eerily empty, but you could feel the discreet glances behind the half-open doors and computer screens. Emily walked protectively beside you, her arm firmly around your waist.

In the elevator, she pulled you in for one last kiss—this time soft, almost apologetic. "Sorry about the bruises," she murmured against your lips. "I was... intense."

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I like it when you're intense."

Emily chuckled softly, her face lighting up with an expression only you had the privilege of seeing. "Idiot," she said, her voice thick with affection. "Thanks for bringing lunch, love."

When the elevator doors opened, you saw Emily heading back down the hallway to the offices, her posture already returning to its usual professional stance—but not before casting one last warning glance at the colleagues who dared peek in.

And as the elevator doors closed, taking you to the empty lobby, you knew one thing for sure.

No one at the FBI would ever dare look at Emily's wife again.

And Emily would make a point of reminding them of that every day.

Pissing off your boyfriend alt!geto was something you didn’t want to do. So when you decided to sneak out and go to a party he specifically told you not to do? You knew there would be consequences, but you didn’t care.

You stood in the crowd with your friend, your second drink in hand when your phone began to ring in your hand. You didn’t even look at it, too drunk to care. It’s not like you didn’t know who it was anyway.

“Your phone has been ringing for thirty minutes, [❤︎⁠]. You don’t wanna answer that?” Your friend asked over the loud with music, “Might be important!” She said, a slightly concerned look on her face.

You shook your head, leaning closer to her ear so she can hear you better, “No point! It’s just Geto.” You shrugged pulling back away once you got your sentence out.

Her eyebrow raised but decided to not push anything longer, “Well, I’ll be back. I’m gonna get another drink.” She said, with a nod of your head she turned around, walking back to where the people were mixing together random drinks.

Then, your phone rang one more time in your bag. This time, you pulled the phone out of your bag and there you saw your boyfriend’s contact lighting up your screen. With a huff, you walked to the most secluded place in this packed house so you can answer. You pushed through sweaty and drunk bodies, even a few people making out until you reached the balcony.

The cold air angry, the wind blowing your curls into your face. You finally answered the phone, your thumb pressing the green button, “Hello?” You spoke, phone pressed against your ear.

You could hear Geto take in a deep breath on the other side, like he was trying to recompose himself, “Come outside.” His deep voice spoke on the other line. A shiver went down your spine, you didn’t know if it was from the cold tone in his voice or the cold gust of wind.

“Wha—how do you even know where I am?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowing as your cold fingers gripped the phone in your hand.

Another second of silence passed, then he spoke again, “What did I just tell you?” The dominance in his voice made your thighs clench together as your panties dampened.

“Okay, okay. I’m coming.” You reluctantly agreed, “Don’t hang up until you see me.” He spoke on the other line. You mumbled a small ‘okay’ and stepped back inside. You looked for your friend before your eyes found hers across the room. You didn’t even need to speak, just gave her that look and she nodded understandingly.

You made your way out the front door, the wind smacking you once again. Your teeth chattering as you looked around the parking lot of the apartment. Then you saw him. Geto leaned against the black car, a hoodie over his body with some sweatpants on. His long hair up in a messy bun, a few pieces sticking out. The piercings decorating his face practically glimmering under the lamppost light. You looked down at your phone, pressing that red button and walked over to him.

His eyes met yours as you finally stopped right in front of him. His gaze skimming over your shivering body. Your backless shirt that hardly even contained your breasts, the shirt cropped enough to show your pudge, the same pudge he should’ve been at home sleeping on right now. But nooo. You just had to go out and do the exact opposite of what you were told to do.

“Inside. Now.” He said, opening the passenger door for you. Even while he was upset he was still such a gentleman. You silently slid into the car, knowing better than to speak right now. He slammed the door, making you flinch slightly as you put your seatbelt on.

Your gaze followed him as he walked in front of the car all the way to the drivers side. The door flew open as he slid into the seat. The door slammed behind him as he started the car. The irritation visible on his face. The silence filled the car, only thing audible was the quiet radio playing. His large hand resting your thick thigh, his grip slightly harsher than usual.

“I’m sor— shut up.” He replied, not even letting you get your sentence out. You immediately shut your mouth, biting down on the inside of your cheek. The car speeding down the roads until he parked into the parking lot of your house.

He exited the car, walking all the way over to passenger side and opening the door for you. You mumbled a small ‘thank you’ you slid out from your seat your heels clicking against the floor until you made it go your door. He trailed behind you, his presence like a shadow. A shadow you so desperately wanted to fuck right now.

The front door slammed behind you two. You kicked off your heels before finally turning around to look at your boyfriend. You looked up at him, eyelashes batting in hopes that it would make him go easy on you. His gaze met yours, eyes staring down at you.

“What did I tell you?” He asked, head cocking to the side as he stepped forward, you stepped backward until your back hit the counter, “I’m speaking to you, [❤︎⁠]. What did I tell you?” Geto repeated, his hand gripping your chin to make you look up at him.

“You told me not to go to the party.” Your voice lowered to a whisper, your eyes looking at anything but the man in front of. Your thighs clamping together as your pussy thumped at the sheer thought of what he’d do to you.

Geto used his free hand to cup the back of his ear, one eyebrow raised, “I’m sorry? I can’t hear you, say one more time for me.” He said, his tone mocking as he leaned down to your height.

You cleared your throat voice raising just a bit, “You told me not to go to the party.” You repeated, gulping as your nails dug into your palms, needing something to ground you.

“And what did you do? Did you do what I told you to do?” He questioned, forcing you to look at him. You bit down on your bottom lip, slowly shaking your head no, “Ex-fucking-actly. You did the exact opposite of what I told you to do.”

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out, “Yeah that’s what I thought.” Geto huffed out. Before you knew it, he had you bent over the counter. Your fingers gripping onto the edge of the white marble. He bunched your skirt up at your hips, the black lace panties coming to view. The damp spot so very obvious. He bit down on his bottom lip at the newfound skin. Your smooth brown skin, your inner thigh glistening with your slickness.

“Such a slut. Getting wet from me being upset at you.” He said, his hand coming down harshly against your ass, watching it recoil from the smack and ignoring the wince that escaped your lips. Being too impatient, he didn’t even remove your panties, just ripping it out of his way.

Geto leaned down, his most brushing against your slit as he inhaled your scent. His hand came up, rubbing on your puffy clit. The pleasurable feeling making your hips buck forward. Your head was laid on the cold counter as soft moans left your lips, “You like that?” He asked his lips puckering over your slit to spit on your pussy. His eyes locked on how your pussy let out globs of arousal. Two thick fingers lining up with your entrance

When you didn’t reply, his tongue clicked of disapproval, “I asked you a question, pretty. Don’t make me repeat myself.” You let out a needy whine, your head nodding as you turned your head to look at him, “Yesss, feels so good, Sugu.”

He let out a hum, his fingers easily sliding inside, automatically curling upwards. His thumb was quickly replaced by his tongue. Geto sucked on the nub, swirling his tongue around his while his fingers thrusted into your pussy. The loud squelching sound filling the room with every time his fingers thrusted back inside.

Your moans filled the kitchen, you grinded back against him. He quickly lifted his free hand, sending another swat to your ass that only made you cry out in pleasure he moaned against your pussy, teeth grazing against the nub. He effortlessly rubbed the ball of his piercing against your clit, circling around the nub. Shivers ran through your spine and you back arched against the counter. His fingers never stopped moving, making sure they repeatedly touched that spongy spot inside of you that made your walls flutter around him.

He pulled away from your pussy only to spit on his thumb, bringing to your second hole, his free hand spreading your cheeks apart. He circled his thumb around your puckered hole, his mouth coming back down to wrap around your pulsing clit.

“Fuck, Sug… I’m so close.” You whined out, your head resting back against the cold marble counter. He kept going until you were right at your peak then pulled away.

All the pleasure gone.

You let out a whine, lifting your head to look at him over your shoulder. Your eyebrows furrowed as confusion and frustration flickered over your face, “Bad girls don’t get to cum.” He shrugged, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your ass cheek.

“I’m sorry, sugu!” You exclaimed, a pout on your lips as you stood up straight and turned around, now facing him. He just cockily smirked and raised an eyebrow.

“You will be. Go upstairs and strip. By the time I get up there if you’re not naked we will have problems.” Geto said. The look on his face said ‘talk back if you want to’. With a sigh you nodded, pulling your skirt back down since it was bunched up at your hips. He as you turned around, he sent a smack to your ass making you hiss and rub where he just hit.

You mumbled something under your breath and stomping up the stairs.

Boy did you have a night ahead of you.

You scurried upstairs and quickly took off your clothes, as anyone who knew what their boyfriend was capable of would do. First came your backless shirt, then that mini skirt, and lastly the remnants of your ripped black lace panties. You tossed them right in the dirty hamper before you laid right on you and Geto’s shared bed.

Silence filled the bedroom, the only thing audible was the sound of the crickets singing outside and your heart pounding in your chest.

You could hear rummaging downstairs, the sound of the fridge opening then closing. Excitement and anticipation ran through your veins as you began to imagine what he’d do to you. The thoughts sending globs of arousal to slip from your already wet slit.

Then you heard it. His footsteps, heavy against the stairs, it almost sounded like he was skipping a some steps and going two by two. Geto’s walking came closer until it finally stopped right in front of the bedroom door, and finally the door opened revealing your boyfriend with a cup of ice in his hand. Your gaze flickered to the ice then back at him, confusion dancing in your eyes.

“Hm. So you do know how to listen to instructions.” He said, walking closer to you until he reached the foot of the king sized bed, “Hold.” Geto extended his hand out and handed you the glass cup filled with ice cubes.

He pulled off his hoodie, more and more of his skin becoming visible. The three tattoos he has of your name, one on his chest right above his heart, one on his fore arm, and one right on his v-line. A few other scattered tattoos also coming to view. The nipple piercing he had on his left nipple, a dare from when he was younger. Those muscles, the same ones he’d wrap around your waist as he leaned down and told you to take it. His abs, the ones you’d ride and grind against when he was tired and you were horny.

He leaned over you, pressing your lips against his. Your arms immediately locked around his neck, his tongue sliding against yours. Geto swirled his tongue around yours, the ball of his piercing making the action kind of ticklish. His teeth grazed against your bottom lip just before his kisses moved lower.

His lips stopped right above one of your brown nipples when he looked up at you, “Give me some ice, mama.” He said. You gulped, taking one of the ice cubes out of the cup and brought it to his now opened lips.

He let the ice melt down before he wrapped his now cold lips around the bud. The metal ball of his piercing was extremely cold which was a complete contrast of your warm skin. Your hands moved to take his hair out of the messy bun it was in, fingers gripping and pulling at the long black hair. His other hand came up to pinch and twist as your other nipple.

Geto’s gaze flicked up to you noticing how you were already lost in pleasure. He grabbed the glass from your hand, letting it melt down into his mouth and make his mouth cold. Then, he leaned down and did the same thing to your other nipple, tongue swirling around the brown bud.

And then his kisses got lower, kissing down your belly, kissing over your pelvic bone. Geto laid on his stomach, tossing your legs over his shoulders. He pressed open-mouthed kisses all over your inner thighs before he finally reached where you needed him most. He leaned down, taking in a deep breath. He almost moaned at the smell of you. It always made him feel like a dog in heat.

Geto popped an ice cube in his mouth for the last time and then he leaned in, swiping the cold metal ball of his piercing through your folds, he took his bottom lip in between his teeth, “Taste so good.” That was the last thing you heard before he dove in. Your back arched off the bed, hands moving back to his hair. His tongue dipped into your wet hole, swirling around while his lips wrapped around your clit. He slipped his tongue out of your hole and pressed his piercing against the pulsing bud swirling it around.

Your moans began to get louder, thighs tightening around his head as your hands tightened around his long black hair. Geto began literally nursing on your clit, sucking on it while his tongue swirled all around your pussy. He brought two thick fingers to your entrance. He pulled away, spitting on your pussy before slurping it back up. The loud obnoxious slurping noises along with the squelching of your wetness once he pushed his digits inside you filling the room alongside with your moans.

“Oh my goshhh, suguu!” You gasped, hips bucking forward, “Eating my pussy sooo gooddd.” Your hands tugged and pulled at his hair. His fingers curled up inside you, hitting that spongy spot that made your thighs shiver around his head.

He hummed out against your pulsing nub, fingers never stopping there abuse on your pussy, “‘M so closeee, sug. Please don’t stop.” You mewled out, walls pulsing around his digits and your body locking, legs shaking.

He pulled away only for a millisecond, “Go ahead, cum for me. Be a good girl.” And then he dove right back in. His thumb came up to rub his clit while he moved back to see your face. His dick hardening impossibly more as your face twisted in pleasure.

Your walls spasmed, eyes rolling back and thighs locking. Your fingers gripping his hair as the pool in your stomach relaxed, the milky substance leaking from your entrance. But that didn’t stop him. His fingers slipped from your entrance, his mouth wrapping around them sucking off your cum while keeping eye contact with you. Then he leaned down, sucking and licking all over your slit.

Tears began prickling your eyes your hands moving to his forehead to push him away, he chuckled against you, sending shivers down your spine, “Too muuuchhh.” You whined, moving away from him.

With a pop, he finally released your clit from his lips. You let what seems like a of relief, falling back against the bed, chest panting legs shaking from the aftershock. Your plump bottom lip caught between your teeth. You didn’t even realize how he had slipped off the bed and grabbed the full body mirror in the corner of the bedroom.

By the time you had snapped back into reality, he was by your side already, “Sit up, pretty.” He said, sliding behind you and sitting down on the mattress. He sat with his legs open, his back up against the large headboard. Geto had you in between his legs your back against his hard chest. You locked eyes with his through the mirror as he pushed your legs open.

Geto had each your feet flat on the bed and your legs spread wide open your pussy open to view. His fingers slipped between your fat pussy lips, “One more. Then we can get to business.” He whispered, leaning down to press kisses on your neck.

His two fingers began swirling around your clit, making your face twist in pleasure, “Look at how pretty you are, my baby.” Geto gently gripped your face, stopping your head from falling back against him, “Let me hear you, mama. Doesn’t my pretty girl look sooo pretty.” He coo’d out in your ear.

“Y-yesss, I hear you, daddy. I look s-so pretty.” Your face twisting in pleasure as his fingers moved down to your soaking slit, plunging his fingers inside. Your hands flew down to his wrist, but that didn’t stop his abnormally fast pace. Geto leaned down pressing a kiss on your temple.

“Look at yourself, look at how pretty you are. Such a pretty slut.” He whispered against your temple, his thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit. Your closed eyes opened but instead of looking at yourself, your gaze locked his through the mirror.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, “Uh-uh. I didn’t say look at me, I said look at yourself.” He slipped his fingers out of you, sending a swat your pussy. Your hips bucking at the pleasurable pain, “Don’t keep me waiting, pretty girl. You know I’m not a patient man. Use your manners and say sorry.”

“I’m sorry, daddyuhh.” You gasped, back arching off his chest once he slipped his fingers back info your wet hole. Your gaze locked onto your face twisting in pleasure then moving all the way down to where his fingers were thrusting inside of you. Loud and wet squelching noises filling the room over and over.

“Mhm, you should be sorry. Sneaking out like I didn’t already tell you no. You just don’t fucking listen, do you?” He gritted out, fingers curling up while your thighs shook, “You just wanted to me to be upset, hm? Wanted me to be mad so I could treat you like the little slut you are.” Your moans got louder, eyes rolling and your face twisting in absolute pleasure.

“If you had just asked to be treated like a slut I would’ve did it with gladness. But nooo you just had to go out to that party. Made those men think they had a shot with you?” His voice was gruff with desire, your bottom lip caught between your lips, you tried to tilt your head back but gripped you face, cheeks mushing together forcing you to stay put, “Don’t look away.”

You were forced to watch yourself cum, legs shaking and your walls fluttering around him before gripping around his digits like a vice. Your orgasm hit hard, harder than before. A strangled moan erupting off your chest as the creamy substance slipped from your slit, around his fingers. He let out a hum of approval, “Mhm. Such a good girl for me. Finally learning how to follow instructions.”

Geto’s fingers never stopped the assault, thrusting into you near your orgasm, “That’s my good girl,” he coo’d like he didn’t just make you cum harder than he ever had before. He slid off the bed and laid you down, he pushed your legs up till your knees touched your shoulders, “Stay like this, you hear me? Don’t move.”

Then, he moved back, Geto’s hands moved to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling off the layer of clothing. You lazily lifted your head to look at him. Watching as Geto steps out of the pants, tossing it aside. The tent in his boxers left hardly anything for the imagination. Then came off his boxers. His hard dick slapping against his stomach.

His cock was long and girthy, around seven inches long and four inches wide, curved to the left. His veins running all over his length, his tip a pink color, pre-cum sopping from the small hole. He was shaven, a small amount of hair at the top along with his happy trail.

Geto moved closer to you, he began sliding his dick in and out between your folds. He could feel you practically pulsing and clenching around nothing at all. You let out a quiet whine of impatience, “Tsk.” He clicked out, “Good girls don’t rush, now do they?”

You let out a huff of frustration, “But sug I—” your sentence was automatically cut off when he slammed into you, taking out all the breath of from your lungs, “Mmph fuuckk…” You gasped, back arching off of the white satin sheets.

“Mhm, so fucking wet.” Geto grunted, pulling out all the way till only the tip was left inside you then he slammed back inside you. Your body jolted with harsh thrust, his hand wrapped tightly around your neck, cutting off your circulation just a bit.

“Shiiittt… just like that. Please don’t stop fucking me, daddy.” You mewled, hands gripping the sheets. You take your bottom lip in between your lips. Your toes curling as your face twisted in pleasure.

Geto let out a huff of a laugh, his eyes blown wide with pleasure. Some of the strands of his long hair sticking to his face, “You look so fucking pretty, my gorgeous girl.” He bit down on his bottom lip, watching as you nearly went cross-eyed from pleasure.

“Oh my gosh, please, Sugu.” You whimpered out. Your legs already trembling from your two previous orgasms. Geto grabbed one of your legs, bringing it to his face. His mouth nearly watering at the sight of your perfectly painted toes. The anklet with his name on it, his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

The sound of skin slapping filled the bedroom the bed creaking underneath your bodies. He placed open mouthed kisses from your ankle all the way to your big toe, “Taking it so well. You feel so good, [❤︎]. You know that, baby? Do you know what you do to me?” His lips wrapped around your toe.

Your moans turning into nearly screams of pleasure as his curved dick hit that spot deep inside you. Geto’s tongue twirled around your toe the cool tongue piercing on your toe giving a form of solace. He placed your foot back down and folded your legs back up against your chest. He leaned down, lips puckering over your pussy as he spit directly on your clit. His thumb rubbing it.

“Please, daddy. I’m soo close. I need it so bad,” You jolted forward, eyes rolled back and your nails digging impossibly into the sheets.

Geto leaned down, burying his face into your neck, and placing small kisses, “I know, I know. Can you let it out for me? Hmm?” His hands moved to your lower stomach, gently pressing down right on the pool that was deep in your lower stomach. Your entire body shook. A silent scream erupting from your chest.

Geto groaned when you clenched tight around him, feeling your walls spasmed around his length. He hissed as he felt you cream around him, the ring of white cum around the base of his dick every time he slid back into you.

He flipped you over laying you right on your stomach and tooted your ass up into the air. Geto palmed your ass, spreading you open before he slid right back into you, “You see what happens when you just listen? When you do what you’re told.” A swat landed right on your left ass cheek, “But you just can’t listen. Can’t follow simple directions.” He clicked his tongue.

His thrusts began against. A handful of your curls in his hands, pulling and gripping, “Fuck me back, c’mon.” Your face buried into the sheets as you began moving back against him meeting him mid-thrust. Your walls clenching every time he hit your g-spot, “See how good it feels when you just listen?”

When he got no response, he grunted and he began thrusting at a punishing pace, “Hello? Do your ears not work, [❤︎]? I expect a response when I talk to you.” He gripped your hair, his free hand wrapping around your neck and pulling you up till your back hit his chest. He bit down on his bottom lip, looking at the tattoo of his name under your ear.

He could feel you clenching down on him, the sound skin slapping together filled the room in a thwap-thwap-thwap sound, “You’rs such a slut, baby. Clenching around me like this. You like that? Like how I talk to you?” Geto whispered in your ear, hand coming around to rub your clit in fast circles.

You were babbling an incoherent mess once he had your torso back on the mattress. Drool slipping from the corner of your lips while you had tears running down your cheeks, your mascara ruined and your lipgloss smudged, “Sugu, I can’tttt. ‘S too muuu…” You trailed off, your body began trembling furiously, your hand shaking and moving to his pelvis while trying to scoot up.

“Where are you going? Huh? Don’t run now, this is what you wanted.” His hand moved from your hair to hold your hand behind your back, “You can take it, mama. I know you can. Just give me one more.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss on your arched back.

You clenched impossibly around him a now audible scream leaving your lips as a clear liquid sprayed out of you. Geto’s thrusts got sloppier, his hands gripped your hips and his jaw clenched. He twitched inside of you his hips stuttering as he emptied his load inside of you. You fell flat on the bed, panting like you had just ran in reality.

“Did so good, my baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss right on that tattoo under your ear. He slowly dipped out of you, watching both yours and his cum ooze from your entrance.

“I’m sorry… for not listening to you, Sugu.” You whispered softly, resting on your back while he grabbed a cloth to clean you both up. Geto smiled, a small laugh leaving his throat.

“I told you that you would be.”

The full oneshot is now finally up. I kind of rushed at the end so I might come back and edit it 😭 but I trieddd!

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billy butcher as a bear is a different creature entirely, thick through the shoulders and stomach, broad everywhere, the kind of man who runs hot even when he’s not hard, the kind of man who breathes like a growl caught behind his teeth as he looms over you. he’s never delicate and never unsure, except in that one raw place he hates admitting—those nights where his cock won’t stay up no matter how fiercely he wants you, no matter how much his chest heaves with frustrated desire, no matter how his hands shake because he needs you and can’t perform the way he thinks a man like him ought to.

and that’s exactly when he becomes the clingiest beast of all.

he mutters first, always does, voice rough like he’s been gargling gunpowder and gravel, his lips brushing your cheek as he adjusts his hips and presses the broad head of his softened cock against your entrance. the blunt warmth smears slickness across you, and he curses under his breath, a guttural “bloody hell…” that trembles with wanting. he’s annoyed, yes, but not with you—with himself, with his own body, with the sharp throb of desire that won’t translate into hardness. you can feel how badly he wants the motion, the connection, the pressure, even if his body isn’t rising to the occasion.

“bloody thing’s useless tonight,” he rumbles, breath steaming against your mouth, irritably nudging forward again as though sheer stubbornness will make him stiffen. his belly drags against yours, thick hair brushing your skin, the heat of him wrapping around you like a furnace. “still ain’t gettin’ off ya, love. so don’t even think about movin’.”

his size pins you down easily, the weight of him indulgent and comforting more than restrictive, his thighs bracketing you as he sinks his softened length inside you anyway, nudging in with a shuddering groan that melts into a shaky “nnnh— f—there we go.” even soft, he fills you, thick and warm, the head of his cock pushing in until he’s seated deep in a way only a bear-built man could manage. your slick draws him in with a wet, sloppy sound, and he groans like it embarrasses him, like the sound of his limp cock sliding into you is somehow too intimate to bear. he pushes until his entire length is nestled inside, fat and warm and pulsing faintly even without hardness, buried to the hilt in the tight cradle of your cunt.

when he bottoms out, he freezes—not from uncertainty, but because the feeling overwhelms him. he doesn’t thrust. he won’t risk slipping out. he just holds himself inside you, buried to the hilt, his cock pillowy-thick and hot, pulsing faintly as he settles his massive body over yours.

huge arms curl around you, one under your back, the other slung over your waist, dragging you flush against him as though he can fuse your bodies together by sheer need. his belly presses warmly into yours, his chest hair brushing your skin whenever he breathes, and he nuzzles into your neck like an animal claiming a place to rest.

his cock twitches weakly inside you—nothing more than a soft flex, but he feels it, and the shame lights across his breath for a moment before he steadies himself with a shudder. youfeel the breath he releases, shaky and warm, ghosting across your skin before he whispers, almost pleading, voice stripped down to raw bone. “don’t go anywhere, love. just… keep me in you. that’s all i need right now.”

you can feel his fingertips graze your lower belly, slow wandering strokes as he palms the slight outward curve where he’s nestled inside you. gentle circles, lazy drags of his broad thumb, the same obsessive affection he gives when he’s fully hard but now tempered with a vulnerability he’d deny if you ever repeated it aloud. he plays with the place where your bodies meet, petting the swell beneath your navel as though he can feel himself through your skin.

he likes imagining it. likes knowing he’s tucked deep and warm and held, even when he’s not performing like he thinks he should. his breath catches every time you clench around him, and he lets out soft, embarrassingly tender sounds—little “mmh… yeah… tha’s it…” grunts that melt into shaky sighs.

sometimes he ruts weakly, just enough that his softened cock drags through the slick heat of your cunt in a thick, obscene glide that makes both of you gasp. you’re wet enough that he sinks and slides without resistance, your folds clinging softly around him, the slickness coating the entire length of his shaft even though he’s not hard. every time he moves, even a little, there’s a sticky, wet sound that makes his breath catch. he groans into your shoulder, low and frustrated, his voice cracking with need as his hips give another tiny push, more reflex than intention. “ooh—f— bloody fuckin’ hell…” he mutters, his cock shifting inside your soaked cunt with a molten drag that makes your walls flutter around him instinctively. he’s not trying to build rhythm. he’s not even trying to get hard. he just needs to feel that drag, that reminder of your cunt wrapped around him, your walls hugging him tight and warm and welcoming.

but most nights like this, he just paws at you lazily, possessively, running his hand lazily over your body while his softened cock stays buried inside you, cradled in your warmth. his palm slides over your stomach in slow sweeps, then down to your hip, then over your thigh. every time he touches you, your cunt clenches softly around him, answering him, reacting to his presence.

he notices every single pulse. every squeeze. every gush of fresh slick when your body adjusts to his heat.

“fuck, love…” he murmurs, his thumb brushing your belly while he settles deeper. “you’re so damned wet… you’d swallow me whole if i let you…”

he loves cockwarming more than he’ll ever admit.

especially the nights when he’s soft.

those are the nights where he becomes still, almost reverent, where he stays inside you for long minutes at a time, sinking heavier and heavier into you until his full weight rests over you like a massive, living blanket. there’s something grounding in the way he sprawls across you, his warm body covering yours, his softened cock nudged deep and held by your own warmth.

“feels good,” he mumbles into your skin, voice all rumble and silk, his hips shifting just enough to seat himself deeper with a breathy “hnnh— yeah… that’s it, pet.” his arms tighten around you, drawing you closer so you can’t slip off him even by accident. “could stay like this all bloody night.”

and he means it.

the moment you twitch, his hand clamps around your waist. When you shift your hips—even unintentionally—he throws one thick thigh over yours and pins you down with a soft, warning growl that vibrates against your throat. and when you wiggle beneath him deliberately, testing him, he stiffens with a frustrated, breathy sound, pressing his forehead into your shoulder before muttering, rough and low:

“nnnh—don’t start… ‘m tryin’ to stay inside you, pet… bloody hell…”

his hips roll forward with a slow, luxurious push, not a thrust but a deeper settling, like he’s trying to fit himself into every soft part of you. the motion sinks his cock deeper, the thickness of him stretching you just enough to remind him exactly where he is, exactly how deeply he’s held. his breath catches, then steadies as he buries his face into your throat and inhales you like he needs your scent to breathe. his beard scrapes warmly across your skin as he mouths lazily at your pulse.

and that’s when he gets honest—soft, needy, filthy in a way he’d gut a man before repeating aloud in daylight. his breath drags hot down your throat as his hips make that slow, molten shift inside you, his soft cock dragging through the slick mess you’re making around him; every inch of him glides with a thick, obscene wet sound that makes his voice break when he speaks.

“fuck, you’re warm… holdin’ me so tight… like your cunt’s afraid to let me go…” his words rasp through you, his hips settling heavier, forcing his cock deeper into the plush grip of your walls. “that’s it, love… keep me in… keep me wrapped all soft ’n sweet around me… you’re so damn wet i could drown in you…”

and you are—your cunt is soaked, clinging greedily to him, slickness coating his soft cock so completely that even the smallest shift sends warmth spilling down the insides of your thighs. every pulse of your body hugs him, draws him in, refuses to let him slip free.

he doesn’t say everything he’s thinking at first, but you feel it in the way his hand drifts over your belly, slow and obsessive, fingers tracing the spot where his cock sits buried inside you. he rubs lazy circles, pressing just enough that you can feel the pressure shift inside—his softened head nudging deeper, your cunt sucking around him, your slick squeezing around the thickness lodged in your core.

and then you whisper, breath catching, “feels like you’re trying to stay deeper every time you move…”

his entire body reacts. he loses the last bit of restraint he was pretending to have. his hips grind forward in a slow, claiming push that makes your slick gush around him, heat rolling through both of you. and he murmurs, raw and unfiltered, “course i am, pet… want you full… want ya stayin’ full of me… even when i’m soft i wanna be sittin’ right there, right in that sweet little place—” his hand presses your belly more firmly, just enough to make you feel the inside shift, his cock moving deeper into the dripping heat of your cunt. “—right where you’re meant to carry me.”

your slick tightens around him at the words, a wet clench that drags a groan out of him, low and helpless. his breathing turns rough, almost drunken as he presses his mouth to your throat.

butcher isn’t subtle. especially not when he’s thinking about breeding.

he groans against your skin, his voice slurring with heat and helpless want as he keeps moving his hand—over your belly, down to your pelvis, directly to the place where he disappears into your dripping cunt. his thumb brushes your swollen lips, gliding easily over the wetness dripping out around him. “god, love… listen to how wet you are… you’re makin’ a damn mess on me…” he pushes his thumb in just enough to spread your lips, to feel his soft cock nestled inside. “if i could pump you full every night I would… fill you ‘til you’re round with me… til everyone fuckin’ knows who’s been inside you…”

your breath catches hard, a sharp, helpless inhale that he feels all the way through your body—your cunt tightening in a sudden, desperate flutter around his soft cock, clenching like you’re trying to drag him deeper even though he’s already buried to the root. the spasm ripples through you, slick warmth tightening and releasing in a pulse he feels with a low grunt as his hips jolt forward, driven by instinct rather than intention.

he reacts instantly. instinctively. like the sound of your breathing and the squeeze of your cunt switch something on inside him.

his hand clamps down over your pelvis, big palm pinning you in place with a heavy, proprietorial pressure. his thumb slides lower, stroking directly over the soaked seam of your pussy, spreading the slick that’s leaking around him and tracing the outline of where he’s nestled inside you. he can feel every pulse, every flutter, every wet contraction hugging his soft cock.

“you like hearin’ that, pet?” he murmurs, voice so low and rough it vibrates through your bones. his thumb moves again, slow and deliberate, gathering your slick and smearing it across your swollen lips. “you like me talkin’ about breedin’ you even when i ain’t hard yet?”

your breath shivers out of you— “y-yeah…”—and your hips tilt instinctively, dragging your slickness over him in a thick, dripping glide that coats him even more. he can feel the heat of you spreading, feel your cunt tightening again around his softness, drawing him deeper into the mess you’re making.

“good.” he mutters, thumb stroking your soaked pussy again, pressing just enough to feel you squeeze down on him. “good girl. ‘cause you’re mine. and you’re stayin’ right fuckin’ here.”

and if eventually his cock starts to swell, growing slowly inside you from the warmth and the way your body pulses around him, the growl he lets out is deep enough to shake through your bones, his hips rolling in a slow, primal grind as he mouths at your throat.

“ohhh— fuck, love… there it is… that’s it, pet, squeeze on me like that, make me get hard for you…”

but even if he never gets fully hard—even if he stays soft the whole time—he doesn’t pull out. he doesn’t let you move. he doesn’t give up an inch of the closeness.