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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ meian's milf fan club ⠀ 〳 ⠀ m.shugo ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) the things you'll do for an autograph for your son.
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — happy mother's day to the moms with children out there, the moms who have pets, the moms who are plant moms, the people that got babies on sims 4, the older siblings that had to pick up the motherly role. hope y'all enjoy your day.
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — female anatomy reader, her/she pronouns, reader is going through a divorce, mentions of volleyball games, tie usage, meian is a milf chaser, fingering, slight crack at the end, cumeating, dirty talk, flirty!meian, slight power dynamic, mentions of reader having a landing strip, toxic!meian, power dynamic (meian makes reader work for that autograph wink wink), , wc; , collab entry for @ry0m3n the milf collab event. minors dni !!
YOU WOULD WALTZ AROUND YOUR ROOM SEARCHING FOR THE PAIR OF HEELS YOU WERE WEARING TONIGHT. Your hand tugged on the diamond studs as your eyes were scanning the master bedroom of your home. Something that was filled with many memories of your soon-to-be ex-husband. Your best friend was in your bedroom flipping through a magazine, occasionally glancing up from the magazine to watch you change into different dresses. She didn’t particularly understand why you were panicking to find the perfect dress. It was only a sports gala that you were attending with your soon-to-be ex-husband.
Weird right? Your husband was a huge thing when it came to sports. After all, he owned a company of sports drinks that were promoted and used by every professional sport you can think of. The glitz and glamour of being married to him started as an open book fairytale. However, as years went on the marriage only got darker. The cheating, the lies, you name it. You pushed forward wanting to only stay together for the sake of your six-year-old son, but you couldn’t endure the pain anymore. Filing for divorce was the only option. Which to your shock, your husband took it quite well. He most likely was waiting for you to bring it up. But due to your husband's huge image, he was willing to make the divorce super easy for you. With spousal support, you get to keep the house, and all the glitz, and glamour. As long as you kept the divorce on the low. Which meant still pretending to be his happy wife as you attended your last public outing together.
You would twirl around the blue dress, the velvet fabric contrast your skin so well and the high slit in it exposed your smooth right leg. You would give your best friend a subtle smile, “Is the slit too much?” You asked as you blinked at them a couple of times. You rubbed your lipstick-colored lips together waiting for a response.
“The slit is fine, you’re about to put me and him to sleep if you change one more time,” Your best friend said as she motioned to your son who was laying his head on her lap while he played with his Nintendo Switch. “Plus, your husband—I mean soon-to-be ex-husband is waiting downstairs.” She says.
“Right…” Your voice trailed off as you went to go put on your heels and grab your clutch. You would give yourself one last glance in the full body mirror.
“Remember what I said,” Your son chirped up as he looked at you. He sat up off his godmother’s lap to give you some cheeky grin.
When you looked at him, you hated to admit that he stole his whole face from his father. Even down to the subtle dimple that poked out when he smiled at you. “If that volleyball player is there, I should get his autograph. Yeah, yeah. I remember kiddo.” You would give a kiss on the cheek that he would wipe off.
“He isn’t just that volleyball player mom. He’s Meian Shugo! Say it with me now, Meian Shugo.” Your son commented as he looked at you with so much excitement in his eyes.
You would only hum in response tugging on your wedding ring. It felt so odd wearing the diamond ring that glistened in every Instagram photo you posted of yourself. Perhaps, it was because the love was no longer there when you wore it. “Just be on your best behavior okay?” You would blow one last kiss at him before disappearing out of the room.
Your quick strides down to the living room where your husband was on the phone with his publicist. He didn’t even notice you were walking downstairs. You mentally knew how this night was going to pan out. You walk the red carpet together, take a couple of pictures, and then he disappears for the whole night until he was ready to go. When he finally ended the call, he still didn’t take much effort to notice your beauty as you were dolled up.
“We’re already late, so let’s go!” was the only thing he said before leading the way outside the mansion you resided in.
“Asshole.” You uttered under your breath following behind him like a puppy.
The glitz and glamour of the gala were obviously on full display when you entered the venue. You had seen so many familiar faces that have been in the sports industry, but your eyes were focused on trying to find a certain volleyball player. You clutched onto your husband's arm with a fake smile, saying greetings to people who saw the two of you. You didn’t care to fake smile in these people's faces, especially considering that a lot of them were beyond fake and talked about each other.
The wives hated the girlfriends. The girlfriends hated the wives. The men attempted to out flex each other when in reality they were in debt or avoiding paying their rightful amount of taxes. And god forbid a sports player brought their notorious side chick to the event. Your husband stopped in front of the table where many wives sat, you gave him the most pleading look.
“I promise to come to check up on you,” He kisses your temple before letting the grip he had on you go.
“Y/N!” One wife said as she held up her glass.
You could tell she was drunk as she slurred her words. You sat down at the table, crossing your smooth legs over one enough. You were mentally preparing yourself for the gossip you were about to hear. “So did you ladies hear? Those fine volleyball players are here?” One wife gushed.
You leaned forward with curiosity, “Really? Which ones?”
You watched another wife's eyebrows raised at you, “The Black Jackals, do they pique your interest?”
“My son is a fan of one of them.” You said. “I promised to get an autograph. Meian Shugo. My son can’t get enough of the guy.”
You watched as the table grew quiet and sipped on the expensive champagne. “Oh, you ladies gossip about everything else and now want to be quiet. Cat got your tongue?”
It took you time to realize that the ladies grew quiet because the one man whose name fluttered off your tongue was walking towards the table right now. “He’s a milf chaser Y/N and he’s heading right our way.” One of the wives finished their drink with quickness and quickly fixed her dress. More specifically, pushing her cleavage up some.
“And this is my cue to work my magic,” You smiled at them before you pushed yourself out of your seat.
Your quick motion nearly caused you to bump into the tall volleyball player, but you regain your composure with a quickness. Instantly extending your hand exposing the diamond ring on your wedding finger, “Mr. Shugo, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Y/N L/N. My son is a huge fan of yours.”
You felt his soft lips kiss the back of your palm and instantly your skin grew hot at the sudden motion. But as you could feel the stares from the other wives burning at your backside, you quickly removed your hands. If you were pretending to still be married to your husband, you wouldn’t have allowed that. You purposely exposed the hand with the wedding ring and he didn’t even care.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too. I’m so honored to be endorsed by your husband’s company,” Meian respectfully admitted. “Let’s talk more in private.” He said as he smiled at you.
You hated to admit that this man was extremely attractive. Seeing his foolish smile on his face caused your words to trap in the back of your throat. You returned the smile before accepting his arm to talk in private, glancing back at the other wives as they gave you a thumbs up and were egging your behavior on.
When you and Meian were in a more secluded area, he grabbed two glasses of champagne from a server rushing by you two. Your back pressed against the wall as you looked at him, completely caged in by the volleyball player while you sip on champagne. You didn’t understand why your eyes darted around the room searching for your husband, he didn’t even bother to compliment how beautiful you looked. So why were searching for his eyes to find you a corner with Meian Shugo?
“I’ve noticed, you introduced yourself without your husband’s last name,” He pointed out.
Your lips formed a straight line as you just noticed what you had said minutes ago. “It’s a habit, you won’t understand since you’re not married.” You countered.
“Hmm, okay.” He said. “But you would think you two would be together during this event, I originally wanted to speak with him about the endorsement he gave my team,” Meian explained.
Your eyebrows raised at him, “Endorsement?”
“Yeah, I just signed the contract like three weeks ago. He was the one that granted my team invitations to this event.”
Your husband didn’t tell you this and you felt some type of way. He was well aware of the endorsement and had a three-week span to grant your son’s wishes to get an autograph from Meian. For some reason, that had your blood boiling. You chugged the rest of your champagne as a waiter walked by you, and you stopped the young gentleman with a quickness. You placed your glass on his tray and grabbed a napkin off of it and the pen that was poking out of his red-colored vest pocket. You then motioned to Meian, “My son’s a huge fan and I promise him an autograph. It’s the least you could do since my husband’s company endorse your team.”
You heard a deep chuckle from Meian as he stared at the pen and napkin like it was a foreign object. It was as if you read his mind because instantly, you cut him off with a question. “You want something in return?”
“Maybe.” He said with a cheeky grin on his face.
Now it was time for you to let out a chuckle, “So, the rumors are true. You chase after married moms.” You rolled your eyes as you crumpled up the napkin.
“I wouldn’t say chase, they come to me first,” Meian shrugged as he looked at you.
A shiver went down your spine as you could tell he was drinking in your sultry looks. It was as if he was undressing you with his charming eyes. “And I’m not chasing you, it was a pleasure talking to you Mr. Shugo.” You gave him a fake smile as you pushed by him, but you felt him grab a hold of your wrist to tug you back.
“Meet me in the parking lot in about ten minutes if you want the autograph,” Meian says giving you a wink before he let you go.
As you searched through the venue for your husband, your fingertips kept brushing against your wrist where Meian’s firm grip once was on. Perhaps, if your husband saw you, he would give some fake reassurance to talk you out of the scandalous thoughts of even falling for Meian Shugo’s temptation. When you saw him communicating with some men, you attempted to intrude in. Grasping onto his arm like the trophy wife you were supposed to be, but he completely rejected you. Swatting your hand away like an annoying fly. You felt your cheeks heat up in pure embarrassment as the men that were conversing with your husband would sip their alcohol awkwardly.
You didn’t even bother to excuse yourself before you detach yourself from the group. Your newest mission is to find Meian in the parking lot as quickly as possible. You pushed the door open, your eyes scanning around the parking lot filled with luxury cars. However, Meian wasn’t anywhere to be in sight. Perhaps, he found another lonely mother to pester in the event. Perhaps, it was time for you to call it a night. Your plan of being a trophy wife wasn’t going particularly right and the mission for an autograph was going downhill also.
“Wow, you beat me out here.” Meian’s voice boomed behind you.
You stared at him before speaking, “I’m just here for the autograph. However, I know with you it will have some price towards it and extra money added to your endorsement deal isn’t the price you’re referring to.”
As the two of you walked towards his car, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of your red bottom heels clicking against the ground. “That is true. My autographs have a very particular price when it comes to pretty women.”
“This could be a huge lawsuit one day, goodbye to your career.” You huffed.
“This could be a huge shit show for your image, goodbye to your marriage.” Meian mocked. “Or is your marriage already falling apart, Y/N?”
You couldn’t let him get under your skin like this. “Oh screw you!” You said. “What exactly do you want Meian?” You crossed your arms over your chest glaring at him. “Do you get a hard-on fucking married women? Or moms? Or moms who need autographs?” Your hand went up to toy with his black tie.
His teeth grazed at his lower lip before he’s speaking once again, “All of the above. You just fall in all three categories. I’m not asking for much, but let me make you feel good, Y/N.” His fingers brushed against your forearms.
You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at the volleyball player in front of you. The crisp air in the parking lot caused a shiver to travel down your spine. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this. The smug look on Meian’s face as he was leaning against his white Model X Tesla. The black-tie that complimented his nicely tailored suit was loosened up as he shoved his hands in his slacks. “So what do you say?” He asked.
“Only fingering, okay?” You asked. Your eyes were more or so challenging the volleyball player in front of you. “That’s it!” Your perfectly manicured fingers drove into his broad chest.
You watched as his hands went up in defense before speaking, “Fine with me, unless you ask for more.”
The sound of his car was unlocked, he opened the door for you. Before you stepped into the luxury car, you reached under your dress to take your underwear off. You felt the crispy air hit your cunt before you climbed into the car. The temporary memory of your college days of climbing in the back seat of one of your flings cars. The adrenaline that was rushing through your veins caused your heart to speed up. In your mind, you were doing something that could make your son happy. However, the consequences of your actions would be huge if anyone saw the two of you together.
The sound of the door slamming behind your frame caused you to relax on the seats below your body. Your panties were in the palm of your hand as you were taking in your surroundings of the car. You’ve been in a Tesla before considering your husband owned two, but you still felt like you were in a foreign atmosphere. It was as if you were in Meian’s world just by the scent of his car. You were glad that the windows to his car were tinted, but you were sure just by the few minutes of knowing him, he would roll the windows down just so anyone passing by could hear your subtle moans of his name.
When you heard the door open once again, Meian’s climbing in tugging off the jacket of his suit and his tie. You took note of how focused he was doing such a simple task, especially considering that he was about to finger you.
“You might want to roll up your dress a bit, don’t want it to get ruined,” Meian commented.
“It’ll be okay due to the slit, plus...I had already taken off my underwear,” You had opened your once closed fist showing him the black lace thong you previously were wearing.
“Whatever you say,” Meian warned. “I’m just letting you know that I’m really good at what I do. I don’t mind messing up the seats of my car because I can always get in clean—”
“And I can always get this dress redesigned for me,” You pointed out. “Let’s just get this over with since you want to gloat ever so wonderfully about what you do.” You did air quotes on the ‘what you do’ part of your comment.
“Fine, give me your wrist and come sit on my lap,” Meian said.
Although he didn’t raise his voice at you, his words came out like a command. Perhaps, that was his captain instincts coming out. You went to fuss, but you knew that would only delay how quickly you wanted the situation to end. You climbed into Meian’s lap, once again getting a whiff of his scent. It was different from your husband’s usual expensive cologne. It was new, addicting actually. You extended your wrist waiting for Meian’s next move.
A subtle gasp escaped your mouth when you felt him tie his tie around your wrist to bound them together. It wasn’t tight enough to leave a bruise, but it was tight enough for you to not get out of it. “Is this necessary?” You asked.
You felt Meian’s fingertips tracing alongside your leg, inching closer and closer to the inside of your thighs. He completely ignored your curious question before you melted into his soft touch of rubbing at your folds. Your eyes fluttered closed as you indulged in Meian’s soft touch. Your teeth nibbled at the skin on your lower lip feeling Meian collect the slick in between your thighs.
“Look at you already wet,” Meian said while his index and middle finger rubbed at your clit. “I didn’t even touch you before.”
The feeling of his fingertips rubbing at your clit caused a chill to travel down your spine and your thighs to tremble while you were in his lap. When your thighs attempted to close running away from indecent touch, Meian’s hands pushed them apart once again. “Just let me take care of you.” His words whispered into your ear.
Perhaps it was bizarre to exchange sexual favors for an autograph, any other parent would shun you for your behavior. However, the feeling of Meian’s digits swirling around your puffy lips pushed you into a new mindset. Maybe, you should indulge in the temporary pleasure of Meian Shugo. When you let a moan slip out your mouth, it was like a switch went off in Meian’s head. It was like a green light for him to finally do what he bragged to you about.
The intense feeling of Meian’s index and middle finger pushing itself into your cunt caused your heart to skip a beat. Your voice croaked in your throat and your breathing grew uneasy. With the pornographic squelching sound that bounced off the interior of the corn, your thighs shook aggressively once you felt Meian quicken the pace of fingering you. With each pounce forward with his fingers, you found your hands reaching to push them away.
You now understood why he used his tie to tie your wrist together. You were completely vulnerable to the intense pleasure you were enduring. Your eyes water as you coughed up sultry moans with each thrust of his fingers. You felt his lips brush against the side of your neck. Meian littered hot kisses among your neck before you felt his breath tickle the bridge of your earlobe. “It feels good, huh?” He questioned.
You nodded frantically like a desperate school girl. You leaned into his touch, your hips rocking into his fingers for more friction. The burning pit in your stomach was aching to put out. Feeling Meian add another finger caused your whimpers to grow louder. “Tell me Y/N, does your husband make you feel like this?”
You felt his fingers remove themselves from your drooling cunt. His fingers once again rub at your sensitive bud. “Answer me.”
“No, not—“ Your whimpers interjected your words. “Not like he used to.”
You could feel that Meian’s lips curled into a devious smirk as he rubbed at your clit some more until you were forced to be pushed over the edge. Your orgasm sputters out like a busted pipe. Your toes curled while Meian rubbed in a circular motion through your orgasm. Vision going blurry and chest rising aggressively, you never felt like this before.
Your soon-to-be ex-husband didn’t touch you like this. You exhaled breathless pants as your body seemed to fall back into Meian’s chest. Your eyesight slowly came back to you as you were trying to regain the little bit of movement in your legs. Your legs felt like you have been running a marathon and finally finished at the finish line. The mess on the seat caused your cheeks to radiate so much heat as you let out a sigh. “So, I’m expecting autographed gear to be sent to my house in twenty-four hours. You can contact my assistant on Instagram about my P.O. Box information.” You expressed.
You had searched for your lace panties that were carelessly thrown on the floor during the fingering session. You could feel your cunt pulse at the sight of Meian’s fingers in his mouth tasting your cum. You let out a sigh before grabbing your heels and stepping out of the car.
“I’ll do you better, I’ll even do a house visit. Just for you,” Meian says as he stepped out of the car. Your eyes couldn't help but travel down at how hard he was.
You weighed out the options mentally. Your husband did say he wanted the divorce to be on the down-low, which you knew any gossip going around that you were sneaking around with a volleyball player could be trouble. Perhaps, this was the excitement you needed in your life at the moment. Especially years of being touch deprived by that same husband that wants the divorce to be done under the table. But those words by the other wives you socialized with just were lingering in the back of your mind. Your lipstick-covered lips turned into a smirk before speaking, “The autographs will be just fine. I would hate to be in debt with you, Meian Shugo.”
“It’s more of a two-way deal. Your son gets to see his favorite volleyball player, I get to see you. We both win in this situation.” Meian explained as he was fixing himself.
You let out a chuckle, “In your dreams Number 4.” You shrugged as you smiled at him before twirling around and disappearing behind the multiple cars in the parking lot, leaving a stunned Meian to deal with his lingering thoughts and even harder boner.
Later on that night, Meian sat in his hotel room with a black sharpie in hand as he was autographing different things, he heard his phone bing. Then he heard multiple notifications. It was either him being involved in some weird gossip or the group chat being active at like three in the morning.
[ BLACK JACKALS GROUP CHAT. ]
HINATA: where did you disappear off to? BOKUTO: boning someone’s mom, that’s where he disappeared off to. SAKUSA: you’re sick if that’s true MEIAN: 🤧🤧🤧🤧 ATSUMU: who was it this time? one day their husbands are going to jump you MEIAN: that one guy who owns that sports drink company HINATA: the one that gave the speech tonight? 🤔 SAKUSA: the one we all just got endorsed by? 🤔 ATSUMU: okay, if we lose our endorsement because of you, we will jump you!! MEIAN: don’t worry, it was a one and done thing BOKUTO: i have a serious question HINATA: oh brother… BOKUTO: landing strip, not waxed at all, or completely bald?ATSUMU: dude! MEIAN: landing strip
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