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EGO MEETS HUMBLE

JINPACHI EGO X PHYSICAL THERAPIST! CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── established relationship, fluff, mild spoilers, fingering, teasing, overstimulation, dom! ego, sub! reader, squirting.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ egoist football athlete and the humble physical therapist.

it didn't start with i love yous' or the thing love at first sight.

the thought would randomly passed by as his blank gaze stares at the large screens in front of him. different statistics of players littering in the screen. improvement, he would say as he stares at those new egoists he created but still the thought lingers.

ego was 20. reaching the new heights of football along with noa. his brother-in-arms, they were like day and night and dominated football in their days. the media was crazy for them. although, noa was taking the limelight, he didn't mind. ego didn't need the lights. football was his life.

as an athlete, his overall health and skills were monitored and that job belongs to you. ego met you in one of the leagues sport's facility with the team he's currently playing for.

his own physical therapist.

coming to the room with your arms clutching the clipboard. wearing a plain shirt with dress pants showing casualness and professionalism. it was unlike for someone with your figure like you to be in a sports facility but you can never judge a book by it's cover.

the dark irises of him showing boredom in that room while you introduced yourself to him and ego gets a little annoyed by your humbleness. he wasn't used to that and he was given new perspective how different for it is to him and to you.

“ego-san. this is the new training regime and the diets i made especially for you. it strictly need to be followed for your overall health and to maintain the strength of your body. you'll be showing results in a week or so.” you briefly explained. handing him the list of trainings and the diets he need to follow and his eyes bore into yours.

“just doing my job.” you shrugged while he bleakly stares at you and he ignores you after that. “call me if you need clarifications or just follow ups, ego-san.” you say before walking away from him.

it took many times before you and ego could hold a decent conversation.

after that nasty collision with a player the thrice of his size and ego would be lying if that didn't hurt. football is a contact sport it was bound to happen.

“oh, that hurts.” you commented as you take a look at the bruise blooming in his arm and in his chest. “only needs an ice pack and some ointment and it's all good.” picking up the needed remedies for his bruises.

once the first aid was done and the the bruise has finished it's first stage of healing, a generous amount of ointment was spread to his chest and to his arm. making you lean closer to him. “that was great, ego-san. you know the final shot.”

ego raised his eyebrows at your comment. “you watchin'?” you look up to meet his eyes. “yep. i told you it's my job to watch you progress and keep up with your needs and i love the sport.”

“tell me if it hurts.” pressing your finger to the skin surrounding to his bruise. he didn't reply and you continued to massage the skin. stimulating blood flow to further speed up the healing.

ego hums. adjusting his eyeglasses. “you won't reach new heights in what you are now.”

“what?”

“you heard me. your humility won't get you nowhere. you're different from others. while they assert control in their patients you seem to hold back. i assume you are more than capable in this expertise of yours.” he bluntly said, the lenses in his eyeglasses glinting while he fixes them up.

you stare at him speechless before averting your gaze to him. damn that and it's kind of true. you were holding back. the wound seem to be better.

“i expect to be taken care of from the best.” putting his shirt back after you finished patching up.

“i'll put that in mind, ego-san.”

the rest was history.

you would be his personal therapist for the rest of his career days until he decided to quit or more like disappeared. he didn't tell you why he did that but you knew a man like ego have something more and he wouldn't quit like that out of the blue.

that feels like yesterday as jinpachi's thoughts flew by.

ego was 26. he decided to retire, still passionate about the sport he dedicated his whole life too and along with his retirement, he decided to make you his. the one who took care of him during his entire career and it's almost impossible to forget you. he's not the one for attachments and here he is, putting a ring in your finger. it was bliss. a pure bliss. there was nothing who could compare to you and in the first time. there's something, someone for him besides football.

“hi, jin.” followed by a kiss in his cheek. arms wrapped around in his shoulders and ego only looks at you at the sides. “boo, i should had been assigned to noel.” you teased, faking a pout and ego stares at you like you have done something atrocious in his career.

“oh jinpachi, i'm just kidding.” you say in between your giggles. recovering from that self-induced laughter, your face neutral and took notice of the control room you are in.

“are you sure it's fine for me to be here, jin?” you asked as you sat in the couch.

“yes, as stated in my contract in my free time/day offs i shall do whatever i please without interruptions and that includes you being here.” he answered, while crossing his legs in the swivel chair he was seated.

“oh okay.” standing up as the screen flares up with the stats of the boys who will be the next striker of the japanese team. “you've really roughed them up...” watching the various trainings and the matches he put them through and this was way much suited for ego. training the diamonds in the rough and finally you understand why ego decided to erase his existence in football.

cold, calculated and cruel. this is the ego jinpachi you knew. singlehandedly creating greatness and this is the fruit of his labors. blue lock is his legacy in the world of football.

you were like a child seeing snow for the first time and it was like the first time you were comfortable with him. he knew he isn't the best person to talk to and you were probably praying that you should have been with a another player to take care of but it is the opposite.

“that player reminds me of you, jin.”

“hmm?”

“this reminds me before you left soccer. i was so disappointed and sad? i'm your huge fan and i was shaking with nervousness when i was assigned to you and...”

this was new. ego didn't know you were rooting for him at that time for the reason you were too caught up with your duties and conditioning him and it did boost his ego when he finds out.

standing up, he went to approach you. casually replying to your idolizations of him.

“really? you're a fan of mine?” he whispers. cupping your soft jaw in his large, cold hands and you shiver. a huge devilish smile in his face when he sees your flustered expression in the reflections of the screen while he turned off the replays of the trainings and matches.

“yeah, a huuuuuge fan.” looking back at him.

he spun you around to face him. making you sit in the cold, hard top table, placing your palm in the edge to hold yourself.

ego chuckles at your playful answer at him. “are you still a fan of him even he's retired?”

“always.” you answered without a second thought. looking at him sincerely that it almost broke him but with a man with such huge ego. it can do a lot worse.

his thumb caressing your lower lip and your hand dusting off the imaginary stain in his black button up before you twist the straps of his bolo tie. experimentally tugging on it before he leans down to kiss you.

it started as a press before opening your mouth to permit him entrance and it was warm, wet and sloppy. the first kiss in months. the desperation and yearning evident on his lips, on his tongue. how it danced inside your mouth which you returned with the same want and rhythm. small whines of appreciation can be heard and ego deepens the kiss.

breathing become more intense, the more your tongues danced around, the more your heart seems to bit more.

reluctant to break the kiss, air was becoming the need. lips a little swollen and a string of saliva connecting to both of your lips. his dark irises blown with lust and yours a little hazy.

no words were spoken as you both stared. his hand creeping up under your flowy skirt. squeezing the supple flesh in your doughy thighs before parting your legs open.

his long, slender fingers ghosts over the skin in your inner thighs and rubbing the outline of your panties and ego smirks when he can feel it dampening at his touch. pushing your panties aside. his finger rubbing your lips before slowly inserting his index finger to your hole.

your jaw resting on his chest while you look up to him and ego watches in fascination when your face morphs into one of the pleasure when he inserted his finger into your hole.

your grip on his shirt tightening while he pumps his finger inside you, followed by another addition of his middle finger then pressing his fingers in your walls finding the spot that made you see stars and fuck, he did found it. a sadistic grin crossing in his lips when you moaned. it was like music he played on repeat and after many hears hearing it for the first time again.

your eyes getting glossy and ego licks his lips at the sight. continuing his torturous thrusts of his fingers inside you. the dexterity of his long, nimble fingers making wonders inside you. gaining the pleasure that ego deeply had fascination in.

his fingers dig in the flesh of your plush waist while you roll your hips meeting the rhythm of his fingers. thighs trembling and your abdomen clenching undoubtedly preparing you for the orgasm that ego will rip out from you.

“ah, ah.” ego warns. cups your chin in his hand that was previously digging in the flesh of your waist. “look at me when you cum.” he orders as you tried to hide your face in his shirt but not in his watch. you are not going to deny him of seeing you cum in his fingers.

how much did he missed it fucking you with his fingers. it's been so long and you wouldn't dare touching yourself with yours. a pathetic attempt of making yourself cum when your fingers couldn't reach the spots he can easily reach and ego prided himself on that.

with a curl of his fingers inside you, your orgasm breaks like a thin rope and it was your first in months. your hole sucking his fingers inside and the clear essence of your cum coating his.

“suck.” he commands and he smirks, watching you open your mouth obediently as you accommodate the long digits of his finger inside your mouth. he can feel your tongue swirling around before a slight hollowing of your cheeks indicating you sucking his fingers.

pulling his fingers out of your mouth, ego crashed his lips into yours. tongue fighting inside you as he tastes yourself with your mouth.

his hand intertwined with yours. his sight lingering on the wedding band similar to his with both of your initials were engraved under the ring. he got you pinned under him. your clothes nowhere to be seen as his nimble fingers easily pulled the straps of your top before tugging your skirt and throwing it in the unknown part of his messy room.

his black polo strewn along your clothing and his pants long discarded. now ready to take part of the long session of devouring you.

ego grunts as he slowly impaled you with his long, hard cock. your velvety walls engulfing him with such want and ego stares at your bashful expression. years had passed and still acting like it was your first dick. it was the many things he exploits in teasing you and you would be a babbling, cock-drunk mess in the next minutes.

it started with slow, deep thrusts. despite his lanky appearance, ego still possess the strength he have as a pro-athlete. what strength he use to kick the long shot of balls now dedicated in fucking you senseless.

watching as every part of you bounce and jiggles. your tummy folded while he pounded into you. your flesh spilling out in his fingers while he holds and squeeze the flesh while he goes deeper. hearing the sweet moans and those whines he longed to hear. followed by the cries of you begging him. it's always too much and he's giving it back for the days you exceeded in taking care of him.

licking and bites the expanse of the skin in your chest and makes you laugh a little cause it tickles.

your gaze are warm and comforting. like it always stares with such kindness and ego isn't a munch. always took pride in making you cry and still you remain that look in your eyes. he's mean, cruel and cold. that's why he's cold and only you who could melt that off.

his sight could be a bitch too during intimate moments. his glasses would slide off but you were there to put them back and it only make things hotter. seeing you in all glory of being naked with him. face contorts into cutest expressions.

a squeeze brought him back to his current position. even with that thinking of his, he still can feel you surrounding him and long he releases inside you. making sure you've milked him for all he's worth but he ain't stopping until you come for the umpteenth time.

you forgot how many times he made you come and your pussy starting to feel numb and then the unbelievable tightness of your cunt made you cry in panic.

“j-jin. i'm going to pee.” trying to get away from his inhumane pounding and he only grins. relishing in your panic state. holding your hips in a grip that bruises would bloom after this.

“do it.”

“noooo.”

but your body involuntarily did. spraying his pelvis with the clear liquid coming from you. soaking his dick and a devilish smirk would follow. continuing his thrusts. the obscene squelch of your shame resonating in the room and you know he wouldn't stop until he's satisfied.

sweat covered skins and his pale skin littered with scratch you almost feel guilty. it stings for sure but ego loves when it stings. been so long since he felt it and tomorrow he's going back to being a coach for this players.

misty eyes he sees and he can still see tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. recovering from the pleasure he had given to you.

“i brought you food, jin.” grimacing at the discarded cup noodles and plates of instant yakisoba in the sink.

“great.” he replies. standing up to pick up your clothes and helps you get dressed while his hands wanders all over your plump body.

ego jinpachi with an ego, the size of the whole football stadium could be a little humble when his wife is present.

DAY 2: HATE FUCKING ft. ego jinpachi

CONTENT WARNINGS. hints of breeding + angst + jealousy + possessive themes + hate fucking + slight degradation+ hints of babytrapping + slight degradation + established relationship

NOTES. this was born out of jealousy upon seeing ego and anri official sketch.

SYNOPSIS. he have the blue lock and you have a job being offered to you. it would be a great timing to pursue your own while he did his but being married to a controlling, possessive freak. it won't happen.

it wounds your silly little heart.

you were the wife but spends the littlest amount of time to your husband unlike his assistant/manager who were with him almost the whole time of the day or it could be the night.

the cons of being married to a obsessive freak. hmph! you laugh to yourself at your sulking like you were a child. you were only younger by a year to your husband and here you are acting inappropriately. good thing you're in the confine of your room that you should be sharing with your husband but instead he's in the blue lock facility he wanted. full of hormonal teenage boys and one busty, beautiful female assistant coach of his.

you're not the jealous type nor have the reason to be jealous to someone that your husband with all the time. strictly professional and jinpachi only have his eyes for football and the future of it for all of japan. you love his dedication for it, although it's beyond obsessive for him that sometimes you wonder if he had forgotten that he has a wife. a wife that waits for him at his home — who thinks about him all the time and who fantasize about him. it's been months and your friend who has taking the space of his. in the shape of a cock who have been your companion and brought you happiness than your husband could ever have.

you were starting to get delusional at this point. honeymoon phase was over and you're back to reality. you're praying to all the gods that when the next world cup happens, japan will emerge as the victor and hopefully, your husband will be back to you again. wishful thinking it was. you doubt that will happen. your husband being back to you. a world cup will surely fuel him more to strive more than he could ever be. so you stare blankly at the ceiling of your room before a random memory surfaces. giving your body a burst of energy and you were off finding what once your passion.

at the cold, hard walls of the blue lock facility surrounded with multiple monitors. ego stared at them blankly. reviewing the earlier footages of matches and brainstorming of what methods he should implement soon. the future of the japanese football rides in his shoulder. anri came earlier to get his notes for her to review and say some opinions about it.

glancing at the time and the date today, you should be calling him but instead nothing pops on the screen. perhaps you have forgotten it and he thinks he's being unfair about it. you were always the one who's making the efforts here to connect with him. your caller id pops in his screen and it took a few rings before you pick up.

there's the familiar giggles and is that a man's voice? he hears you saying goodbye to someone and there's a click of a key. your surroundings dimming after you turned off your laptop.

your face pops on the screen and judging from the position you were laying on your stomach. “hey, jin.” you call out to him, voice chirpy and he says his usual greeting to you. “how's everyone progress?” you ask, referring to the hundred of teenage boys who could be the next striker of japan. ego's best creation. “a few improvements and they would be good to face the u-20 team.” his voice stoic and his dark eyes unmoving. damn. your husband's really like this and sometimes it made you wonder that you loved this man.

you were about to say something when anri, your husband's assistant popped behind him. you try not to make it obvious to stare at her before returning your gaze at your husband. that ugly feeling creeping inside of you. jealousy sucks. you and jin had a brief talk before saying goodbye. “have a good night, jin.” a small smile in your lips and then you ended up the call. not waiting for his response cause it would be just that same expression of his. disinterested and stoic.

things are professional between them. you slap your forehead to stop thinking about them too but the thoughts worsen as the minutes passed by. they were like husband and wife there. sighing, there's nothing you can do about it. you look at the printed contract resting on your night table. it's probably the best to think something for yourself too.

you stack the tupperwares filled with meals that you have prepped that will last him for a good week. the meal wasn't elaborate or anything as you know that your husband isn't too fond of the diet he was forced to consume during his days as a pro. you made sure it was up to his tastes and surely he would eat and fill his stomach other than the instant yakisobas he was consuming. you frown at a thought upon looking at the food you had prepared. knowing that anri cooks for him at times. trying to coax him at eating more nutritious meals. you click your tongue in annoyance. you should be grateful that there's someone looking out for your husband when you can't but it hurts you that someone here is taking care of him.

“jin, can we talk?” you casually brought to him. leaning in the cold hard desk. he raises a eyebrow upon noticing the tone of your voice. “what is it?” his sight never leaving the multiple huge monitors where he reviews their every move and his mind running a thousand gears to plan whatever is suited for them. “i got a job offer.” you break the news to him. twisting your wedding ring out of nervousness at his possible reaction. it certainly caught his attention. noticing the change in his demeanor you continued. “noel called. he wants me to be the team's physiotherapist just like the days.”

if you weren't used to your husband's gaze, you would be cowering. avoiding his gaze like he was to kill you. “did you accept it?” the black of his eyes are darker than what it should be. filtered by the glass of his eyeglass. it doesn't make it less intense. “i turned it down but he said that i should think about it and honestly, i want to take the offer.”

“why?” his tone cold and he's now boring holes at you.

“cause i have a career?” you answer him unsure like you were second guessing but it's more of a sarcasm. before you married the man who is behind the blue lock project, you were a physiotherapist, renowned for your expertise at the field of rehabilitation medicine. after marrying him, you were put on hold. deciding you want to support him for the project he planned for years after retiring.

“you're not going overseas for that.” he reason. remaining seated to his chair and you were like put to a position similar to a child not being allowed to go outside. you scoff at him. visibly annoyed. “o-kay... but it certainly up to me.”

arguments is a rare occurrence for the both of you. common ground is where you both stand and this one surely is starting of a big fight that neither of you anticipated. his calculation wasn't on point at this one and one slip up could blow this whole thing up. his relationship with you.

“of course it's yours but what about me? you're fine leaving me.” it wasn't a question. it was a accusation from him to you. “of course not. do you think that i'll decide recklessly and be just fine with the result.” you defend yourself. “and besides it, you have blue lock. you're totally immersed on it and it wouldn't be selfish of me to pursue my own career. also, noel said that it would be the best for my skills.”

the sudden mention of his rival and once brother-in-arms brought the irritation that he had not felt for a long time. the thought of you being with noel doesn't leave a pleasant taste to his mouth. strange he may be to the emotional feelings of someone other than manipulating them at his own will. “it's the same. you're leaving me your husband for my ex-teammate.” his tone cold and it sends a chill down your spine but it soon melted at his accusatory tone.

“what the hell, jin. i'm not breaking up with you to be with noel. i'm being a therapist, my career to multiple athletes that needs my expertise.” he was pissing you off and you don't like being accused of. you understand where he's coming from. jin's controlling and he may say it or not, it was obvious that he was possessive of you which you are fine but this, him hindering you of pursuing a career of your own. he is crossing the line.

“you don't hear me bitching and complaining about this blue project of yours!” you snapped at him and it didn't even faze him. “i stopped my career to support you and don't you use it against me, that it's my decision cause it is! and would it kill you to support me!?” ego's eyes narrows at you. he's standing now due to your sudden outburst.

he holds your wrist in a tight grip that you can't even pry it from him. the black irises of his eyes are like swirling within. spirals of white and black that it looks like if you stare at it, you're going to be sucked and never return. “it won't.” his voice is sharp and there's something condescending in those. “i'm real grateful for it.” his lips curls up in a big grin. devilish as it can be. “the issue that i have is you flying to germany to take care of those athletes and noa. you're threading on dangerous waters here, my dear wife.”

“leaving me is a big deal and with noa, it's a another story. he's already my rival and he won't be when it comes to you. you're not going to accept noel's proposal and that's final.” he sternly stated and if you weren't fueled by your frustration at him, you could have given up and backed down but you're too riled up to listen to him.

“that's your problem with him and don't make it look like i'm starting a blatant affair with him and i'm so fucking polite to shove it to your face. i just want my career while you take care of your project with your little assistant who shares your ideals with!” oh, that was a little revelation of you being obvious to your jealousy towards anri, that poor girl but you can't help it. she was the subject of every man's wet dream and your husband is also a man who also had needs.

jealousy, it's new. ego wasn't even interested in the term jealousy. it was fickle emotion that promotes insecurity and here, your relationship and his are in a rough and rock hard place. both being controlled by this emotion and the not-so dirty laundry is being aired out. good, it can be cleared away.

he still got his iron grip on your wrist, yours grasping his shirt. none of you dared to break eye contact and if someone can see, it looks like you were both assessing each other up. finding the weakness that can be easily exploited.

the air is thick with tension and neither both of your are backing down. “do not control my life, jinpachi.” you snarl at him. his eyes darkens but there's a glint of challenge arises from them. “don't act like you know anything.” he bites back with more than tenacity. “then let me so i can fucking know it.”

ego have this talent for assessing someone base on their physical appearance. he knows you can be nurturing and caring not just because of your chosen career but the softness and roundness of your face. you could be also fierce and stubborn just to prove your point and this is the time that you aren't really backing down and it turns him to no end that you're showing this side of you.

the proximity isn't helping at all and for someone who loves the control, it flew the moment you were this close to him and without warning, his lips collided to yours. a small oomph. a little taken aback from the sudden initiation and it wasn't long before you're returning the kiss with much fervor.

his hand that holds your wrist pins it at your side. making it touch the cold and smooth texture of his desk. “fuck you, jin.” your managed to slip the words in-between kisses. you can feel him smirk in the kiss.

hot it is as it was messy when you're both started to engulf each other's mouth. welcoming each other's tongues and small moans slips by as his tongue invaded yours. exploring his territory and it's been long since you both kissed like this. the low growls coming from him and the small gasps from yours, it was unreal. you almost forgot that you two are capable of intimacy.

“don't be the impatient one, i'll thoroughly fuck you this time.” he pants before resuming to kiss you once again. catching your tongue with his lips and sucking it that you're gasping for air but you didn't really want to and he wouldn't allow you to.

he's grabbing the back of head to deepen the kiss that even you're digging your nails in his long and sinewy arms he didn't budge. fuck him being a pro-athlete that even with his thin and slender frame, you couldn't even do more damage than you wanted. proving it was futile your hands snake to where his buttons are. almost pulling them from how rough you're trying to unbutton them and pulling the bolo tie you have given to him when he started this project of his.

annoyed at your tugging, he took this change to yank it all on his own before you're stripping him. almost shredding his own clothing but you paid it no mind. you hate him right now and he hates you for being so stubborn.

that he doesn't care that welts are rising through your skin from pulling the vest and removing it, revealing the fullness of your breast. his large hand went to cup one of them. pinching at the hardened bud perking up from the stimulation he was giving. He was also unforgiving from the way he tugs and twisting it. “fucker.” you mutter under your breath. his other hand were on your stomach to squeeze the fat of your belly. further pushing you to his desk before slotting his body between your thighs. he was hard from the way his cock is making an indent to his boxers. his slacks already thrown away and yours was already close to being ripped along with your panties.

“it isn't a big deal, jin. i've been wanting to get back in my career and you're being an asshole about it.” an involuntary moan plus hiss escaping your lips as he bit on the part where your pulse is located on your neck. “if i had known you're going to be an asshole about my career, i shouldn't have married you.” of course you didn't mean it. it's the heat of the moment and you were really angry at him. however it was too late to take it back when ego's eyes are being casted by a dark shadow. pausing at whatever he was doing to you and forcefully grabbed your soft jaw. forcing you to look at him. ego remained silent, letting his dark gaze speak to you and then he snapped.

the size between yours and ego was not the problem for him to manhandle you and manipulate you in his will. sometimes you forgot that he has this strength that leaves you begging for him at days until you cried. his lanky stature and the looks that he can be easily broken by someone bigger than him puts the look can be deceiving quote proves it right. he isn't weak from how he looks and he sure did put you in the place he deemed right. you were just almost being fucked in his desk and now, you're on the floor with him above you.

the air is being repeatedly knocked out of you. your thick legs aren't strong as they got easily lifted by him with only a hand. pressing it as far it can to your chest. the fat in your belly are like rolls from being folded. “shouldn't have married me? you're too late for it or are you that desperate to leave me that you'll go such lengths. stirring trouble with my assistant...” his voice low and he wasn't breaking a sweat from moving his hips to assault your fat pussy with his cock.

“i-i....” you want to speak but from the way he's pounding to you. hitting that soft spot inside your pussy doesn't allowed you to speak in a complete manner. noticing that you want to speak he gave what little mercy. slowing his thrusts to you. “let's hear what you're going to say...” he darkly chuckles at you.

glaring at him, you managed to get air and spoke, “i admit i was jealous but i'm not going to ruin this marriage, our marriage. all i want is a career. a job where i'm needed. admit it or not, you're just scared of me being with noa.” you reasoned out to him but ego was having none of it. he got back to his fast pace of destroying your pussy. “scared?” he cocks his head to the side licking his lips. staring down at you. “there's no reason for me to be scared when i won't let you leave for him. you're mine. no other man will touch you besides me.” a sadistic smile in his face and you hate him for it. he's totally mad about you.

“i fucking hate you.” you say but you responds to his very touch. moaning when he touches you and gasps when he kisses you and for once, you really want to accept his reasonings and give in. you were also getting close. damn ego and his cock. he's making up all the time of the months he hasn't been close to you. it almost feels like he's trying to knock you up. you squirmed at the realization. he can't do that to you and it was too late for you. it was already his plan a few minutes ago.

“don't you dare fucking come inside me, ego.” you harshly snapped at him. the threat wasn't anything for him to be afraid and he took it as a way to annoy you. “or what? not your safe day, eh? i'm going to knock you up with my brat out of spite that you won't even think about leaving me.” a smirk blooming in his face as he snaps his hips much faster that you can only whine and scrape your nails in his back in retaliation. he hisses at the sting of your nails. the open wound being covered with his sweat. the sudden tightness of your fat pussy is driving him to the edge.

“don't you dare!” you warn him but your pussy involuntarily wraps around his cock tighter like your body is telling you that it wants him. he paid it no mind as your orgasm came bursting his own following. ensuring his cock is buried to the hilt as he released his cum. his cock pumping you of his potent seed.

he stays inside you for a few minutes until you two have calmed to your highs. “i really fucking hate you.” your eyes teary as you angrily glares at him in which your husband just smirks at you. “i know but it's fine that you're staying here with me. the right place you belong, mrs. ego.” that statement made you hate him more.

it looks like noel noa isn't going to get an answer from you soon.

oct 2 ego jinpachi mints plzzzz

fem reader if possible

「 ✦ Flufftober Day 2: Ego Jinpachi ✦ 」

☽｡⋆Genre: Mints (crack/humor)

☽｡⋆ Warnings: None!

☽｡⋆ Contains: gn!reader, platonic or romantic, based around Ego's terrible eating habits.

“That’s why I’m telling you to eat something healthier, Ego.”

For the fourth time this week, you’re fighting with Ego over his food choices. He just wants his yakisoba, and you just want him to eat healthier.

“The yakisoba is fine as it is.”

“Have you ever tried my cooking? It’s really good, might I add.”

“Some other time.”

“No! I’m gonna make you something, and you’re gonna eat it.”

“Not hungry.”

“Yes you are. It’s nearly 6pm and you haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“So?”

“Please? Try my cooking, just this once?”

After a long pause, Ego finally sighed, surrendering. “Fine. Make it quick.”

So, off to the kitchen you went. You put your entire heart and soul into making this meal for him. Spending about an hour and a half in the kitchen.

You finally came back with an exquisite plate of food, perfectly seasoned and cooked.

Only for you to hear…

“It’s bland.”

You almost lost it, and Ego got his yakisoba.

☽｡⋆ 2 in 1 day!! ヽ（≧□≦）ノ

☽｡⋆ Flufftober event