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[moraxsthrone]

☿ title:: desperate measures

☿ pairing:: mafia boss!arataki itto x f!reader

☿ wc:: 1.2k

☿ warnings:: nsfw. mdni. mafia au. gangsters. thigh riding (if you squint). public sex/exhibitionism/voyeurism. itto calls you a slut (endearing). mentions: mob front, extortion.

☿ a/n:: okay but arataki mafia boss!itto fucking you on the conference table during a gang briefing. you knew you’re not supposed to interrupt his meetings, but you just couldn't wait, could you? 

you know itto is in an important meeting, but you haven't seen him since he rolled out of bed early that morning - his big, naked body dipping the mattress made you stir just for him to kiss your forehead and shush you back to sleep. you had awaken a little while later, aching with a need, so intensely craving your man’s attention - his touch, his weight, his cock - that it drove you to desperate measures.

you walk inside the dimly lit conference room, all the men stopping to look at you and it’s not lost on itto the way they all ravish you with their eyes. as you make your way to the head of the table, itto stops talking and leans back in his big wingback leather chair with his fingers steepled, stalking you with his gaze. "i thought i told you not to interrupt me when i'm in a meeting…" 

stopping in front of him, you clasp your hands behind your back and poke at the floor with the toe of your shoe while biting your lip. "m'sorry, itto. i'm just so lonely. can i sit on your lap? i promise i'll be a good girl and be quiet." 

he rolls his amber eyes and spreads his legs before patting his muscular thigh. "come. sit." 

you obey and itto gets back down to business with his boys when he feels a warm, wet spot forming on the top of his thigh - right beneath where your cunt sits. 

as you squirm to get comfortable, the fabric of itto’s black slacks provides just enough friction to make your clit throb harder, but not enough to give you any relief. if anything, your pussy aches even more now that you know his dick is only a few inches away. you subtly roll your hips, rubbing your butt against the head of his clothed cock - so thick and spongy even when it’s soft - and you feel him twitch beneath you. 

the topic turns to legalities concerning his gang’s latest front when itto picks one of your legs up and situates you such that you’re straddling both of his thighs. he thinks it’s comical the way the other men respectfully look everywhere except the space between your open legs when your skirt rides up to your hips. one by one, however, they can’t help but glance back when a soft mewl escapes your lips and your head lolls back to rest against itto’s broad shoulder. 

their boss’s large fingers have your panties pulled to one side, the tip of one slipping between your folds to spread your slick over your clit. he’s got you on full display, almost daring the other men to watch as he claims you. it’s impressive really, the way itto doesn’t miss a beat when he addresses his legal consultant, who, at his boss’s request, nervously places the licensing papers that require his signature on the table in front of him. you bite your lip to stifle your whine when itto pulls his fingers from your slit and sucks them clean before picking up his pen and signing his name on the dotted lines. with your glistening pussy on full display the men shift uncomfortably in their chairs.

the discussion continues as itto picks you up by your hips and sits you down on the mahogany conference table, your barely clad butt making a subtle slapping sound against the wooden surface. he's still engaged, asking one of the other men a question about logistics when he pulls your panties off and stuffs them in his pocket. the other men watch, gulping hard as their boss yanks you right up to the edge and throws his tie over his shoulder before wedging his hips between your open thighs. when his colleague fails to answer his question, itto clears his throat to reclaim his attention like he's not unbuckling his huge belt right in front of them. 

you're keening, too horny and needy to care who watches when itto reaches between your legs and spreads your folds open to expose your winking cunt and tease your clit. he pauses and looks expectantly at one of the gentlemen who can hardly tear his eyes away as your back arches off the table. for itto and a couple of his more seasoned gangsters, it's business as usual. but the rest are all guests, watching with morbid fascination as their host unfastens his pants and pulls his thick, veiny cock out, still stroking it to a full erection. 

itto asks for confirmation that the organization’s current extortion scheme is still going as planned as he guides his beefy member between your labia to drag it back and forth over your clit. he knows you're plenty wet for him - he can see your slick pooling on the dark wood between your plush ass cheeks - but he takes quiet delight in making you choke back a whine when he slaps the leaking head of his cock against your hardened bud. 

"yes, sir. nearly all the arrangements have been made," one of the men stammer as itto carefully lines himself up, his plump cockhead pushing against your greedy hole. "just a couple more phone calls - perhaps a little extra incentive - should win them over," the man says, clearing his throat when itto grunts at the sensation of your wet heat engulfing him as he forces his weighty dick through your tight opening.

itto proceeds to fuck you right there on the conference table, only having to remind you once to keep quiet. your pussy squelches, audibly sucking on his fat dick as a ring of your cream forms near the wide base of it, but that can't be helped. a couple of the guests squirm as their erections take hold, watching this powerful mob boss fuck his girl right in front of them. 

the discussion goes on, itto only having to redirect the attendees’ attention a couple of times before he himself begins to struggle with staying on the topic at hand. one of the gentlemen is in the middle of explaining how an upcoming charity event could help the organization’s image when itto puts a finger up. "h-nn-hang on a sec-" he breathes, the sensitive head of his cock swelling inside you as it nudges your cervix. 

the snapping of itto’s strong hips comes faster and harder as he leans over you, forcing your back onto the hard surface. he presses your knees back, drilling his cock with increasing stutters of his thrusts. "nhh fuck," he swears under his breath, tapping your thigh. "cum for me, slut. say my fuckin' name. tell the boys who fucks ya this good." 

“y-you do, itto! fucking my pussy so good with your fat cock.” you cry his name out again and again as your walls spasm helplessly around his abusive girth, milking him. he pulls out, fisting the angry red tip of his cock, the other men all watching with sick anticipation and hard dicks as arataki itto's cum spurts out in long, thick ropes onto your spent pussy and creamy thighs.

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☿ title:: desperate measures

☿ pairing:: mafia boss!arataki itto x f!reader

☿ wc:: 1.2k

☿ warnings:: nsfw. mdni. mafia au. gangsters. thigh riding (if you squint). public sex/exhibitionism/voyeurism. itto calls you a slut (endearing). mentions: mob front, extortion.

☿ a/n:: okay but arataki mafia boss!itto fucking you on the conference table during a gang briefing. you knew you’re not supposed to interrupt his meetings, but you just couldn't wait, could you? 

you know itto is in an important meeting, but you haven't seen him since he rolled out of bed early that morning - his big, naked body dipping the mattress made you stir just for him to kiss your forehead and shush you back to sleep. you had awaken a little while later, aching with a need, so intensely craving your man’s attention - his touch, his weight, his cock - that it drove you to desperate measures.

you walk inside the dimly lit conference room, all the men stopping to look at you and it’s not lost on itto the way they all ravish you with their eyes. as you make your way to the head of the table, itto stops talking and leans back in his big wingback leather chair with his fingers steepled, stalking you with his gaze. "i thought i told you not to interrupt me when i'm in a meeting…" 

stopping in front of him, you clasp your hands behind your back and poke at the floor with the toe of your shoe while biting your lip. "m'sorry, itto. i'm just so lonely. can i sit on your lap? i promise i'll be a good girl and be quiet." 

he rolls his amber eyes and spreads his legs before patting his muscular thigh. "come. sit." 

you obey and itto gets back down to business with his boys when he feels a warm, wet spot forming on the top of his thigh - right beneath where your cunt sits. 

as you squirm to get comfortable, the fabric of itto’s black slacks provides just enough friction to make your clit throb harder, but not enough to give you any relief. if anything, your pussy aches even more now that you know his dick is only a few inches away. you subtly roll your hips, rubbing your butt against the head of his clothed cock - so thick and spongy even when it’s soft - and you feel him twitch beneath you. 

the topic turns to legalities concerning his gang’s latest front when itto picks one of your legs up and situates you such that you’re straddling both of his thighs. he thinks it’s comical the way the other men respectfully look everywhere except the space between your open legs when your skirt rides up to your hips. one by one, however, they can’t help but glance back when a soft mewl escapes your lips and your head lolls back to rest against itto’s broad shoulder. 

their boss’s large fingers have your panties pulled to one side, the tip of one slipping between your folds to spread your slick over your clit. he’s got you on full display, almost daring the other men to watch as he claims you. it’s impressive really, the way itto doesn’t miss a beat when he addresses his legal consultant, who, at his boss’s request, nervously places the licensing papers that require his signature on the table in front of him. you bite your lip to stifle your whine when itto pulls his fingers from your slit and sucks them clean before picking up his pen and signing his name on the dotted lines. with your glistening pussy on full display the men shift uncomfortably in their chairs.

the discussion continues as itto picks you up by your hips and sits you down on the mahogany conference table, your barely clad butt making a subtle slapping sound against the wooden surface. he's still engaged, asking one of the other men a question about logistics when he pulls your panties off and stuffs them in his pocket. the other men watch, gulping hard as their boss yanks you right up to the edge and throws his tie over his shoulder before wedging his hips between your open thighs. when his colleague fails to answer his question, itto clears his throat to reclaim his attention like he's not unbuckling his huge belt right in front of them. 

you're keening, too horny and needy to care who watches when itto reaches between your legs and spreads your folds open to expose your winking cunt and tease your clit. he pauses and looks expectantly at one of the gentlemen who can hardly tear his eyes away as your back arches off the table. for itto and a couple of his more seasoned gangsters, it's business as usual. but the rest are all guests, watching with morbid fascination as their host unfastens his pants and pulls his thick, veiny cock out, still stroking it to a full erection. 

itto asks for confirmation that the organization’s current extortion scheme is still going as planned as he guides his beefy member between your labia to drag it back and forth over your clit. he knows you're plenty wet for him - he can see your slick pooling on the dark wood between your plush ass cheeks - but he takes quiet delight in making you choke back a whine when he slaps the leaking head of his cock against your hardened bud. 

"yes, sir. nearly all the arrangements have been made," one of the men stammer as itto carefully lines himself up, his plump cockhead pushing against your greedy hole. "just a couple more phone calls - perhaps a little extra incentive - should win them over," the man says, clearing his throat when itto grunts at the sensation of your wet heat engulfing him as he forces his weighty dick through your tight opening.

itto proceeds to fuck you right there on the conference table, only having to remind you once to keep quiet. your pussy squelches, audibly sucking on his fat dick as a ring of your cream forms near the wide base of it, but that can't be helped. a couple of the guests squirm as their erections take hold, watching this powerful mob boss fuck his girl right in front of them. 

the discussion goes on, itto only having to redirect the attendees’ attention a couple of times before he himself begins to struggle with staying on the topic at hand. one of the gentlemen is in the middle of explaining how an upcoming charity event could help the organization’s image when itto puts a finger up. "h-nn-hang on a sec-" he breathes, the sensitive head of his cock swelling inside you as it nudges your cervix. 

the snapping of itto’s strong hips comes faster and harder as he leans over you, forcing your back onto the hard surface. he presses your knees back, drilling his cock with increasing stutters of his thrusts. "nhh fuck," he swears under his breath, tapping your thigh. "cum for me, slut. say my fuckin' name. tell the boys who fucks ya this good." 

“y-you do, itto! fucking my pussy so good with your fat cock.” you cry his name out again and again as your walls spasm helplessly around his abusive girth, milking him. he pulls out, fisting the angry red tip of his cock, the other men all watching with sick anticipation and hard dicks as arataki itto's cum spurts out in long, thick ropes onto your spent pussy and creamy thighs.

itto mlist

if you reblog and/or interact i give you kisses !! please spread the love and help my new blog grow in the process !! 💜