18+ MDNI | timeskip!ushijima wakatoshi
; jealous husband!ushijima bends you over in the kitchen + aftercare :3
cw: p in v, breeding, established relationship, rough!ushijima, possessive!ushijima, size difference
your daughter participates in a trend where the photos show you when you were a teenager, then you now.
slideshow: you feeding ushijima grapes â you now, sucking on a lollipop, tongue peeking out.
ânah sheâs giving throat demon, he doesnât know what he has.â
âiâd pay her mortgage just to watch her lick me like that.â
âtell your dad to guard her, cuz iâd put a baby in her tonight.â
the slideshow ends, but the heat in the room is only just beginning to spike. ushijimaâs face is a mask of stoic fury, a silent storm brewing behind those dark eyes as the comments continue to scrollâvile, hungry words from men who think they can touch what belongs to him.
ââput a baby in you,â he repeats, the words tasting like poison. he doesnât yell. ushijima wakatoshi doesnât need to raise his voice to be terrifying. he simply sets his phone face down on the marble, the click of the glass echoing in the silent kitchen.
âbefore you can even blink, his large, calloused hands are under your thighs, hoisting you onto the kitchen island. the cold stone is a sharp contrast to the sudden, overwhelming heat of his body pressing into yours. he doesnât waste time with foreplay; his fingers hook into the lace of your panties and rip them to the side, exposing you, dripping and needy, to the harsh kitchen light.
âthen, heâs there. he guides his thick, heavy cock to your opening and thrusts forward, burying himself inside you in one brutal, singular motion. your breath hitches, a choked-back sob escaping as he stretches you to your absolute limit. his hands pin your thighs wide, knuckles white, forcing you to take every inch of him.
âthe thrusts are unhurried, agonizingly deep. he wants you to feel the weight of him, the sheer size of him claiming your insides. with every slow, deliberate shove, you can see your own stomach distort slightly, the crown of his cock hitting your cervix until your vision spots with white. youâre spilling down his length, your juices slicking his thighs, but he doesnât let up.
âthe lollipop youâd been sucking on rolls onto the tile with a wet clack, forgotten and sticky, just like the mess youâre making on the counter. ushijima doesnât even glance at it. his mouth latches onto the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue hot and demanding before his teeth sink in, marking you. heâs branding you, leaving deep, purple bruises that will tell the world exactly who you belong to.
âhe pulls back just enough to stare into your blown-out pupils, his voice a gravelly, low vibration that rattles your bones.
ââlook at me,â he commands, his hips never stopping that rhythmic, soul-destroying grind. âthey wonât ever touch you. they wonât even get close enough to breathe your air. youâre mine. iâll fuck those comments right out of your head.â
âyouâre trembling, sobbing his name as your walls clench around him in desperate, violent aftershocks. you think he's done, but heâs just getting started.
âyou think our daughter wants a sibling, my love?â he shifts his weight, flipping you over until your chest is pressed against the cool granite and your ass is hiked high in the air. he doesnât wait for you to settle; he plows back into you from behind, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your rear echoing like a gunshot.
âhis broad hand presses down between your shoulder blades, pinning you to the counter as he ravages you. heâs relentless, bottoming out inside you over and over until youâre a sobbing, leaking mess. he fills you once, twice, three timesâthick, hot ropes of cum pulsing deep into your womb, making your lower belly feel heavy and distended.
âyou whimper about the mess, the way his cream is already dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. he just grunts, a low satisfied sound. âgood. when it takes, theyâll know exactly how well i bred you.â
the intensity breaks as abruptly as it started. the territorial monster recedes, replaced by the steady, grounding presence of the man you married. he carries you to the bathroom first, his touch surprisingly light as he cleans the stickiness from your skin with a warm cloth. heâs silent, but he keeps his body pressed against yours, as if he still needs to feel the contact.
âhe carries you to bed like you weigh nothing, tucking you under the heavy duvet. he disappears for a moment, returning with a bowl of chilled grapes and sliced peaches.
âhe sits on the edge of the mattress, leaning over you. he picks up a slice of peach, pressing it to your swollen lips. âeat,â he whispers, his eyes softening just a fraction. he waits for you to swallow before leaning down to press a lingering, tender kiss to your forehead. his large hand slides under the covers, resting over your lower bellyâright where he filled you. he rubs slow, soothing circles there, easing the ache he caused.
ââiâm sorry if i was too rough,â he murmurs, his thumb grazing your hip bone. âi just⊠i canât stand the thought of them talking about you like that. youâre too precious for their words.â
âso you decided to breed me?â you tease weakly.
his head lowers, a pout almost visible on his lips. âi apologize.. i wasnât thinking clearly, my love.â
âhe pulls you into his chest, wrapping his massive arms around you until youâre completely encased in his warmth. he nuzzles into your hair, breathing you in.
ââyou.. youâre mine,â he whispers into the dark, his voice thick with a possessive, protective love. âno one else will ever have you. iâll keep you safe. i'll keep you fed. and iâll keep you so loved youâll never have to doubt it for a second.â
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