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K𝗶TTEN !

ceo!aizawa x fem!reader (ft. mobster!toga)

genre: smut, established relationship, pwp

word count: 2.5k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, consenual sex, aged up characters, messy fic, reader’s living their best life, unrealistic sex, infidelity (shota & toga r cheaters), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), protected sex, squirting, using a gun as a sex toy, overstimulation, pet names (kitten, pretty & princess), dom!aizawa + sub!reader, dom!toga + sub!reader, and aizawa has cameras everywhere… ⛲️

+a/n: aizawa ft. toga ver. of an old jungkook ft. lalisa fic because… why not? also, this is only chapter 1 (chap. 2 deffo isn’t coming anytime soon though…). i have more things with toga and aizawa coming soon + a little pt2 drabble of the great kacchan will be out soon!

++ “so naive, so clueless, so fuckable.”

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

aizawa grunts and throws his head back as he fucks into you with all he has. his fingers press his mark into the supple skin on your ass.

fap! fap!

you think the condom just might snap off from the way he’s so desperate to finish off.

“f-fuuu—!” eyes closed, you keen as you thrust your hips back into him, body shaking as you fight the build-up of pleasure that dares you to cum. aizawa moans your name and gives one last thrust into your cunt, feeling your walls throb around his member and clench around him.

“fuck,” he groans, spilling into the condom that’s rapidly filling with hot spurts of white. his hips stutter and his hands knead your asscheeks, pulling you back towards him. he finds the little strength in him to pull out and sit back on his wavering knees, pulling off the soaked condom and tying it up before disposing of it.

you pant, fingers still digging into the soft cotton of his marital pillows. your face is swirled with a deep red while your swollen, overstimulated pussy cries for climax. you can feel his stare burning into your trembling body. within a second, you’re flipped over onto your back and blessed with his glare.

he stares down at you with a look that could make you cum on its own. you whimper when he shifts downwards, resting his head in between your thighs. he can see the begging in your teary eyes; he can see you begging him to let you cum.

watching a tear roll down your face, his fingers slip inside you. they pound into your cunt over and over again. your arm shoots out to grab his pumping arm, hips bucking up into his fingers. you shout and tense, looking down at aizawa’s hard stare with pleading eyes. the obscene wet sounds your pussy make when his fingers thrust back into you; the warmth of his tongue snaking around your clit;  you needed to cum.

“cum for me,” he demands.

a silent scream rips from your throat and your hips wildly buck up into his palm, body spasming from his continuous rubbing on your g-spot. aizawa quirks an eyebrow and glances down at your squirting cunt, feeling little sprays on his palm. dazed, you mindlessly fuck yourself back onto his fingers. it hurts so good but he still doesn’t stop fingering you until you beg, and beg, and beg. that’s what punishments were made for though.

pain.

“kitten,” he mumbles, fingers tiptoeing across your torso. “will you be repeating the same mistake again?” you shake your head no.

“words, baby, words,” he groans, kneading your thighs with threat. you sniffle, peering down at him through your wet eyelashes. most of his long, black hair is out of his face, slicked back. but a few strands fall to the side of his face though, framing his sharp lines. his eyes show no emotion but you can see the warning hiding behind his nonchalant manner.

you clear your throat, looking away. you might’ve been crying, but you loved this. that’s why you did the shit he hated on purpose to bring out this side. the side where his eyes looked crazed with madness. the side where he would fuck you till you forgot how to recite the alphabet. the side that made you feel owned.

“it wasn’t a date,” you mumble quietly but you aren’t quiet enough. aizawa digs his sharp nails into your bruised skin. you cry out and attempt to escape his wrath, turning onto your side and darting upwards . but he’s quick to lean over your body and yank you back to him with a firm grip on your neck.

on his knees, aizawa has your back pressed to his naked chest. your bodies connect from your back against his chest all the way to his cock pulsing in between your lips. “i didn’t hear you,” he says. “say it again.”

when you remain silent, he draws back his cock, as if he wants to fuck you all over again. but this time, you know he won’t let you cum.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper. “i won’t do it again…” your lie works. he shifts away from you and you await his usual touch and his usual aftercare. but he does nothing.

your head snaps back to aizawa and you wear a sour frown. you glare at his defined ass and chiselled back as he saunters towards his grand en suite bathroom. “i have a meeting in an hour with the shareholders,” he says, “i’ll be late.”

now, you’re annoyed.

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

“didn’t i buy you that?”

you furrow your brows at your lover and tilt your head to the side. he’s dressed in a suit (that probably costs more than your rent) and was fiddling with a button on the arm of his white shirt when you caught a glimpse of the one-of-one wristwatch sitting on his wrist.

you hum, “i did buy you that…” you smirk and sit up in the bed. aizawa stops what he’s doing and looks back at you over his shoulder. “with my card,” he grumbles. he emphasises ‘my card’ as if you should care.

you don’t.

you shrug, “still a decent anniversary present, no?” you remember when you left the watch on his nightstand wrapped in your lace thong. you wonder if his wife got to see. you wonder if you wanted her to see. would she even care?

“no,” he deadpanned, glaring at your grin through the mirror. “himiko won’t be back tonight.”

“with a girlfriend?” you tease with a raised eyebrow and he chuckles, nodding. “so unfaithful,” you dramatically scoff as you stand to your feet, grabbing his shoulders and turning him to face you.

“the new one. don’t think the girlfriend knows that there’s other girlfriends too, though.” you laugh, lacing the tie’s material around your fingers.

“she must be hot,” you mumble with a nod.

“she isn’t,” he sighs but can’t let himself look away from your beauty. bottom lip tucked in under your upper lip, eyebrows knitted in determination; you were everything a man like him would want— sorry, a married man.

you scoff, “you’re only say that because she won’t let you fu—”

“how are you so unbothered?” he speaks lowly, narrowing his eyes at you. but he’s right to ask that, how are you so unbothered when she could easily hop into the hetero lane and decide he’s her next target?

“just because,” you reply. when you finally get the tie done without his help (for the first time in forever), you give him a tight-lipped smile.

he stares down at your face; he stares at the warm smile lighting your cheeks at this time of the night.

you were what he needed.

“but if you do wanna fuck her… i say go for it! i’ve seen her in magazines like that one about hot 20s and also on the news and—oh my god, shota! she’s sooooo pretty—!”

“i’m leaving.”

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

you babble along to shawn mendes’ ‘teach me how to love’, blowing bubbles in your wine. your naked legs thrash around in the glowing pool as the song blasts through the many speakers. it’s only been an hour since aizawa left after checking up with toga to make sure you had the mansion to yourself.

“to me,” you mumble and raise the glass to your lips. as you swallow, you glance around the room, admiring the grey, marbled pillars and hefty rocks placed at the edges of the lengthy pool. the indoor pool’s theme made the huge room look more like an ancient greek bath. but where was your handsome hercules to scrub your back?

“why can i hear shawn mendes…?” a voice calls out and you splutter on the red wine, neck twisting to find where it came from.

there’s a woman standing at the other side of the pool, dressed in a black suit that shows off her deliciously long legs bottomed off with black heels. but you’ve never been this scared before. no, seriously, you feel as if you’re about to die. because the woman standing before you is,

“m-mrs aizawa.”

“toga,” she corrects you, “mrs toga.” her citrine eyes look as if they’re glossed over with tears and you rush to your feet, leaving the glass by the pool.

“uh…”

she giggles and raises a finger to her eyes, “oh, i’m not crying— i actually don’t cry. but i got into an argument with a girlfriend at dinner. and she threw fresh onion slices at me— plus knives.”

“oh,” you breathe.

you don’t dare to look away from her. you know what business she’s in. her ash blonde bangs can’t hide the obvious irritation on her face and you think it’s best if you start running. but just as you take a step to the side, she sighs and draws a gun from behind her.

“hmph,” she pouts, “i really didn’t wanna do this today.” she whines, “haven’t i been through enough?” like i barely got the other one off of me…” with a frown on her face, she picks at a suspicious red splatter on her chest.

“u-uh…”

“don’t stutter,” she grumbles, lowering her head. “stutters piss me off.”

you swallow, “aizawa told me you wouldn’t be home today.”

toga finally gives you a good lookover and realises what’s going on here. raising her eyebrows, she gasps, raising her gun to cover her lips. “are you the one that did that thing with the thong? the, uh… oh my gosh, the red one?!”

you want to nod, but you’re also fearing your life. you don’t know how she would react. so you start to shake your head. but what if she later finds out that it was you? how would she react to a lie?! so you shake your head no, but say “yes.”

“what is this?” himiko’s gun drops to her side and her face deadpans. “is that a yes or a no?” she looks stunned with confusion but you think that if you were in her shoes, you would be confused too.

“it’s a yes,” you speak clearly, “the one-of-one watch. i bought it for him.”

“wow,” she scoffs, turning to the side. “wow, this is…” she even drops to crouch by the pool, staring into the water. “so what does this mean?” toga says, impassively. “shota’s cheating on me now. why is he having a better time cheating than i am? this makes no sense.” the syllables shoot out of her mouth so fast that you struggle to understand everything apart from the long silences when she takes a pause.

with her face long and inscrutable, she stands and tucks the gun back into her trousers.

“where is he?” she stares at you with an expression that makes your skin crawl with fear…. but your cunt clenches. and you kind of wish she had the gun out again.

huh.

her hand begins to reach behind her again. “a-at a meeting,” you rush out.

“hm,” she hums and looks over you once more. “and he left a beauty like you alone? with nobody to protect you from the dangers of this world? from me?” she grins evilly as she starts to make her way around the pool, the sound of her heels meeting the tile echoing across the room.

you step back. but it doesn’t help that you’re at the left end of the pool and it would only be a ten second walk for her to get to you. “do you want me to call him…?”

“don’t bother,” her sick grin grows even bigger at the colour draining from your face. you know what this means right?” she smiles and steps in front of your frozen body, raising a hand to caress your cheek.

“no…?”

“oh, sweetie,” she coos and lets her hand fall to your neck, running her red nail down to your exposed collarbone. “so naive, so clueless, so fuckable.” your breath hitches in your throat and you somehow maintain the eye contact as she curls her finger around the collar of your oversized shirt, peeking inside.

“gosh, i should protect them… right?” toga glances up at you, biting her red lip.

“i can protect myself…” your voice comes out quiet and tiny compared to the harsh and strong tone you had in mind.

“oh, no, no, no… pretty, don’t you know?” toga starts off, cupping your chin with her index finger and thumb. “princesses are put in castles— towers… they’re meant to be protected.” she emphasises ‘protected’, ending it with a click of her tongue.

“we even go so far to keep them high up and away from the lowly kinds of us. we bring them gifts, all to make sure they know we respect them. that we’ll treat them well…”

she lowers her face to yours, being slightly taller in her stilettos, and keeps her craving eyes on your parted lips. “and i’ll treat you well, princess.” that’s the last thing she says before her lips come crashing down on yours.

you whimper into the kiss, letting her lips dominate yours. she forces her tongue into your mouth. however, she’s still expecting you to push her away— to stay loyal to aizawa. but you don’t.

instead you willingly moan into her mouth, leaning upwards to get more of her plushy lips. toga groans, satisfied with your greediness.

your clit quivers at the way she softly cups your breasts. her thumbs run over your hardened nipples, treating you like a real princess. “so pretty,” she mumbles against your lips, giving one last nip to your lower lip before pulling back from you.

toga turns on her heels and sashays away from you, leaving you like putty in the hands of the devil. she stops and turns back to you, “what are you waiting for? strip.”

you raise your eyebrows and let out a small sound of understanding, pulling her husband’s shirt off of you. now bare for the wife to play with, you shiver.

if you couldn’t even hold back from her tempting lips in his own home, how did aizawa last 3 years?

himiko continues swaying her perfectly shaped hips from side to side, long fingers coming to the back of her to grab at the black weapon. she does it at ease, putting it on safety in a swift thumb maneuver before tossing it aside— into the pool.

it isn't too long before she’s peering up at you, holding your thighs apart as she catches your violent squirting in her mouth.

her other hand’s busy rubbing the nozzle of a gun (that’s now been taken off of safety) against your clit, but she’s now thinking about just shoving it into you. and as if you couldn’t be anymore frightened, she shot a round right beside your head, piercing a pillar.

you fear what she could do to you right now. toga could easily slip and pull the trigger, kissing you goodnight.

but you should’ve been scared for something else. seriously, how could you forget?

aizawa had cameras everywhere.

#kitten; fin.

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