F.T - Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Kakuchou, Takeomi, Kokonoi. sub f reader
GENRE(s) - dark content, nsfw, explicit smut
W.C - 11.9k
A.N - my first long work on this blog and i decided to start out with a bang. quite literally. mind the warnings below, this is a heavy piece
C.W - dubious consent, gangbang (they all have separate turns), humiliation, praise, degradation, daddy kink, sir kink, master kink, corruption kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, hair pulling, light asphyxiation, cum play, rough sex, manhandling, unprotected sex, watersports, power exchange, power play, dom/sub play, age gap for some characters (reader is in her mid 20s), slight infantilization, dumbification, objectification, voyeurism, clit slapping. | names used: angel, doll, darling, princess, good girl, whore, slut. | additional info: inaccurate loaning talk, bonten has power dynamics, mentions of prostitution, sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, fifths and so on, sanzu fucks mikey’s cum back into you and likes it, ran fucks you with rindou’s cum still inside
SYNOPSIS - your father owes a debt he couldn’t pay back, and you have no choice but to lend a hand. if you don’t want him dead
Your father’s a good man. You know he is. He single-handedly raised you while your mother was hospitalized. Sick in bed, tumors in the brain, mutations in the lungs that shaped them badly - caused them from functioning properly that she needed a mechanical pump, chemotherapy, and further care at the facility she has been recommended to. Hospital bills, one man managing the house, and a child to look over, your father was tasked with a lot when he was just figuring out life, toughening against its hardships, growing from its trials.
Despite these difficulties, your father showed you and your mother love, care, hard work, and stability. All without lashing out. How can someone like that not be good?
All his life he’s done nothing but good, you don’t doubt him, however, he’s gotten mixed up with the wrong company.
It started with the house bills. The water and electricity would go out during weeks that your father’s paychecks didn’t line up conveniently. You went about two months with it on and off. Your father would beg the companies for hours if he had to before they took pity on him and turned it back on. Then came the hygiene issues. You would wear the same clothes a few days in a row or alternate, or sometimes, stains would still remain from the last wash. You were often called unkempt by your classmates, but you didn’t pay it any mind because your father was kind enough to apologize for the inconveniences of your life, even though any of it wasn’t his fault.
You understood at an early age that poverty exists, it can be cruel to even children. Life doesn’t soften for anyone, old or young, capable or handicapped - but you guess life does seem easier if you have more money.
You were given a reminder of this one day in the form of a wad of cash in a thick envelope, strange notes on the cover, and your father’s happily flushed face. The first thing he did was buy you new clothes. Pink dresses with frills and laces, cute shirts and pants, you were given the clothes often worn by the child mannequins in store windows that other girls your age would whine to their parents about. The bills were finally paid on time, never a minute late. Your water and electricity never went out again. You could finally eat meat and poultry instead of scraping by on veggies, and most of all, your mother’s care increased in quality since the treatment could finally be paid.
Because of this, you didn’t buy too many things that were extravagant. It wasn’t luxury, but it wasn’t poverty either. Not too much, not too little. Content. Balanced. Sufficient. You and your family had enough to live comfortably without starving for anything or indulging in too much. You were at least able to afford the necessities, and that was all that really mattered in the end.
A few years went by in peace before this careful bubble of calm popped.
Your father started receiving late night phone calls that lasted hours and left him kneeling at the tatami, frantically pleading into the receiver. A vehicle would stake out your front yard, you would get loads of mail from one place, and one name specifically, and scary men in black suits would leave your house just as you got home.
His interest skyrocketed after these visits. And he was so close to paying off the account too. Which baffled you because-
The best interest and flexibility periods! With rates as low as 0.60% and a five year plan to ensure payoff, come join Wena Loaning now! You remember reading off their website, pages of 5 star reviews below the statement. They seemed so nice and legitimate. Honest. Your father isn’t stupid. He must have checked, double checked the details of their services before applying. There’s no way he would have given himself any chance to be taken advantage of knowing how easy it is with his socioeconomic status.
Perhaps your family was doomed from the start. A 3 hour rabbit hole down Reddit forums and obscure website threads lead you to your current discovery, the loaning company that your father borrowed money from is supposed to be a cover for a syndicate, Bonten. And an even deeper look showed that they were criminals.
He didn’t know any of this at all. Merely thought he was joining a normal loaning company. If only he knew.
You tried helping him in any way you could with your job, but even your most current one, a comfy 9-5 in an office cubby printing out papers and correcting documents, wasn’t enough. So you settled with calling the loaning company to discuss another option which quickly got you transferred to an eerie phone call.
“Hello?”
“Hi! I was told to wait for someone who could help me with my question?”
There was a silence for a few seconds before a deep chuckle cut the quiet. “Oh, you’ve got a pretty voice, don't you?” Your brows cinched together as papers rustled and a chair squeaked. “But, yes, how can I help you?”
This man’s tone and manner of speaking should have warned you, should have given you an idea on what type of person you would be dealing with. You did pause slightly at his strange timing of jokes, but figured he was trying to ease your nerves. People in the loaning business can be…off-putting, you don’t pay any mind to them because you know they’re trying to get under your skin, or butter you up for an unfair deal.
But nothing could have prepared you for what his choice of words were.
“You’d have to sell yourself.”
“S- Sell? What!”
“Yes, you. The loan we have on record exceeded our maximum principal, the amortized loan plan has ended, and the grace period for any delays in payment has long passed. So the interest and overall account has doubled. Far too much for what we think can be paid off in the present months.” The chair squeaks again. “Now the solution to this is finding any work under the moon that could pay sufficiently. Luckily for you, we have an escorting service to offer. We pay fine money, and you’ll even get tips if you’ve satisfied our clients some.”
His voice got closer. “Are you up to that?”
You took a few seconds to think it over. The bags under your father’s eyes, the spots and dark bruises on his body, the one time you came home to him with a black eye, the phone calls you overhear. You don’t want him experiencing that any longer.
“I’ll do it.”
There was another chuckle that almost sounded like a deep purr before he chirped, “We’ll pick you up next week to discuss in person what happens next.”
And that sealed your fate.
“I’m sorry, Baby. I’m so, so sorry. Your father’s a bad man.” He shakes in your hold, body trembling terribly. You can feel his despair slowly inch its way to your calm facade, claw through the careful composure of your artificial ease.
You shouldn’t be scared. Don’t have the right to. Because you chose this yourself. You chose-
“Relax, old man! Your debt’s finally getting paid off. Your daughter’s been so kind as to do that for you.” The man laughs.
He looks as frivolous and mischievous as he sounded over the phone. Streaks of black highlights tousled in dyed purple hair was the first thing that caught your eye when you opened the door. Murky lavender orbs cradling equally dark pupils were the next. “She called us herself, pleading for her to take over the loan. Anything to help Daddy.”
His lips twist. “But most children leave their parents to their demise. Those parents were never really good to them in the first place.” Amethyst eyes brighten. “It’s rare meeting a father-daughter bond so genuine.”
His breath hitches the tiniest bit. Not enough for your father to hear, but you hear him loud and clear. “What a good girl you have.”
Your skin prickles, and a shiver recoils your spine. “She must’ve been taught well.” He whistles, smile inching higher. “Must listen well too.” His eyes dim, swirling with molten lust, and you scoot closer to your father. Something of an instinctual plea for comfort, but you know deep down that neither of you can help yourself.
However, that doesn’t stop him from begging. A lot.
“No, please! There must be another way. I can work for you. Sell a limb, a kidney! Anything! Just, please don’t harm my girl.” He’s not scared of groveling for your well-being. He’ll do it as many times as it takes, he’ll try his best to keep you safe and sound. But these are criminals he’s dealing with. People with no empathy left in them. To continue down this rotten road, your compassion must have shrunken to a nonexistent pin. Because how else can you be okay with murder, prostitution, contraband, and many other miserable, vile deeds, and still sleep fine at night?
“That’s too bad. There isn’t another way. Not while she’s here.” His face drops, and his lips tremble.
You can feel your heart shatter.
The man checks his watch. “Ah. It’s time for us to leave.” He hums. “The boss is expecting you.” He pries you from the soothing hold of your father, out of the safe confines of your home, and to a car. The door opens, and you’re led inside, him climbing in right after you.
“Head to the main building. Get there in 15 minutes. You know Mikey has little patience for things.” The car jumps to a start and takes off.
You settle for looking out the window, but his eyes stare back at you from the reflection. You sigh. “Yes?”
“Are you a virgin?”
Your shoulders jump. “What?”
He repeats himself. “Are you a virgin?” When you shake your head no, he crosses his legs, easy smile on his face. “Are you sure you wanna go on with what you’re about to get yourself into? You’ll have handfuls of buyers vouching for you once they know that you’re a first timer.”
You take a shallow breath and swallow. “There’s no other way… Besides, I'm not a virgin,” you correct him. “I’ve done it before.” Ran eyes the way your hands shake balled into fists on your lap.
“Oh, aren’t you precious? Sacrificing yourself for Daddy.” He coos, leaning closer. “Were all your previous fucks one pump chumps?” You pause, face heating up. “No…” Your brows furrow. “I’ve had two boyfriends before. I… did it with them, but it wasn’t anything special.”
“Ah, they didn’t know how to make you squirt?”
You blink. “Huh?”
He chuckles a small, “Sweet thing,” before asking, “did they even know how to make you cum at least?” You flush, and Ran mumbles, “You poor thing.”
Were you? Now that you think over your high school and college years, even junior high, you were obsessed with studying and working. You never left time for yourself, for love, or for any hookups.
“You’re a perfect little Daddy’s girl, aren’t you?” Lavender eyes shine in mirth. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you,” he finishes ominously. You shiver, voice stiff from the increasing lump in your throat. “Please refrain from using that title. It sounds inappropriate.”
He tuts, “Gotta get you used to hearing that name for when you call me it later,” curve of his lip upturned a little, voice picking up too playfully. “But for now,” he pats his lap. “Come up here.”
You eye it carefully, hesitance caught in your muscles.
“Aww, don’t look like that! I’m not gonna do anything.” He pouts, and his voice takes on a small pitiful lilt. “Just wanna see how you’d feel against Daddy.”
You shiver a second time, more strongly as he gives you these sad puppy eyes that only make you more suspicious, but he doesn’t drop the demand. So you have no choice but to accept, or you won’t know how to move forward from here.
“Good girl,” he hums. “I was right, you listen well. We’ll have a wonderful time together.” His thighs flex underneath yours, warm and lean, and with his face so close to yours, you heat up. It doesn’t help that he’s wrapped his arms around your waist, a big hand resting comfortably on your hip while his other rubs a small stroke up your spine.
His eyes glide to your lips and dart back up, they darken before yours, black pupils shining and brewing with something sultry. Ran licks his lips, and with the hand he rubbed your back, he takes ahold of your chin to bring you closer. “Wanna know if you taste as sweet.”
The moment you touch is soft before it grows heavier, same hand at your hip moving to hold the back of your head in place. His lips move sensually against yours. Slow and soft, just as the thumb rubbing your scalp. (And maybe this is how he plans to play with your tiny nub later until it’s all swollen and slick with cream). They meld against each other, slot into missing holes, fill up the gaps so all you taste and feel is Ran and the fresh crisp mint of his breath with a slight tinge of something sweet.
Soon his teeth nip and bite at your bottom lip, and you gasp out of surprise which gives him ample time for his tongue to slither through the seams. His head moves back and forth, and yours follows. It’s a little messy, saliva starts to run and pool in the center of your tongue, your breathing quickens, and Ran’s hands become daring. They skirt around your waist, rubbing at the supple flesh of your hips and stomach, up and down your back on some occasions, and inch down to your ass, where handfuls of your backside get grabbed.
You jolt out of surprise but keen at how firmly he squeezed, how hot his touch was. His hold was soft enough for your heart to beat erratically in anticipation and for your stomach to tingle. It was enough for you to melt against his body, lean in closer to him while he continued fondling your bottom.
When you finally arrived at a high end, tall building, Ran pulled back and let go of you.
Your mouth went with a pop, strand of spit following, and you licked at the numb and swollen feeling that befell your lips. Ran’s hand cupped your cheek, thumb swiping against the soft cusp of a lip, pushing into it hard that you could feel the heavy weight of his finger through the buzz of endorphins.
“Was that your first kiss too?”
When you shrink into yourself, head downturned slightly in embarrassment, he chuckles. “You’re cute. I’ll have fun with you. And Doll…you’re dripping.”
He’s right. When you look down, there’s a faint damp patch on his pants.
You don’t have time to stew in your mortification as the driver ushers you to the front entrance, where you’re immediately pushed into an elevator taking you way up high. To the top floor.
The constant worries you’ve had build up to this day slowly start to trickle in. What’s gonna happen from here? What if something bad happens while you’re discussing the specifics of your exploitation, or what if you overlook something important on the contract and end up getting screwed over?
You should expect that. This is a criminal syndicate you’re dealing with. Their crimes must be endless.
The search results of their name were mostly word of hand, but a lot of the big crimes that had mysterious events surrounding them were rumored to be them. From burnt bodies found in buildings caught on fire suspiciously - the autopsy records stating that rigor mortis was set in a way that suggested foul play. Which had locations within Bonten’s area of influence. To docks and private property owned by big corporate names that had strict security, and obviously had something hiding in those lots. The conspiracy theories were crazy too, suggesting they were involved with the group, but you wouldn’t put it above them. There’s a lot of strange activity involving these names, and the stakeout news coverings on these locations definitely showed a lot of boxes and cartridges of things being transported or stored, in large amounts.
Almost as if they were hiding something illegal. And you’re about to meet the people behind all this ominous secrecy. The police are hellbent on finding any traces of this syndicate, but they fall short each and every time.
Will you be monitored and watched over? Killed if you say anything that hinted that you knew they were Bonten?
You take a shaky breath just as the elevator dings reaching the floor, and when the doors open, there’s a man waiting. Black hair, a scar across his left eye, a milky white hue filling it.
He’s handsome in a…roguish way, a non-formal but tailored and luxurious jacket probably made with the finest of silks that shows off his fitted form hangs from his torso. Similarly, black baggy pants adorn his waist. The only thing that is formal on his body would be the dress shoes matching his pants, the gold bracelets and watch on his wrists, and the chain around his neck.
“The others left Ran to bring you, but just as I expected, he’s not here,” he sighs. “I’m sorry about him. He’s quick to get bored of things and abandon them. I’ll take you to the meeting room in his place.” The kindness from this man eases your nerves just the tiniest bit, reassures you that maybe someone in their group is kind. But he pauses. “Ah. If you’re okay with that. I’m sorry if I came off as pushy. I understand that I don’t exactly look trusting.” Oh, what a sweet person.
“No, no! You’re fine!” you reassure. “Thank you, I appreciate the kindness. This place is big, and I wouldn’t know where to go anyway.”
His lips fold over one another. “I’m sorry. That was stupid of me.” Your hands carefully move in front of you to stop him. “It wasn’t. I think that was really neat of you. You’re a kind person… Thank you. I’m happy I ran into you before the meeting.”
Your fingers twitch and fiddle one another as he leads you down the hall. The back of his neck and tips of his ears are red.
Does he feel hot?
A cough leaves his mouth that he hides behind a fist. “Happy to help.” He says softly, a little quietly, deep and soothing with a voice that sounds slightly gruff, but tinged with kindness all the same. That sounds as warm as the sun on your skin on a summer day.
You both go quietly, the thump of your shoes loud on the rugs decorating the floor. Minimal yet fancy decorations brighten up the hall, like the paintings evenly spread out on the wall, the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, small tables filled with vases and flowers, and how spotless the floors are.
You can see your reflection when you look down. Your eyes stare right back.
It’s quiet though, much too quiet, you think you heard more people on the main floor. Only your footsteps can be heard. Is there no one else on this floor? No workers?
He stops at a large set of oak double doors near the end of a hall he turned into from the previous one. It’s at the end, and this one didn’t have any other doors or openings, just one long path leading to a dead end, or rather this room.
When-
You never got his name, the man who’s escorting you currently. He offered to help you, and you never asked for his name in return. How rude, you should know better.
“Um, I’m sorry I never asked-”
He pushes open the doors before you can finish your sentence. The room is much bigger than you thought, six men are waiting on the couches and against the wall. “Kaku, about time!” The man from the car included. “And there you are.” He turns to you. “Was wondering where you went.”
Kaku steps inside first, makes his way over to him. “Ran, that’s your fault. You left her by herself in an unknown place.” Ran walks to the mini-bar and grabs a bottle of scotch, a cup grasped in the other hand. “Couldn’t help it, I had to change.”
A man who looks similar to Ran speaks up from the wall, annoyed drawl to his deep, gravelly voice. “For what?” he scoffs.
Ran’s light blue slacks have been switched out for a dark gray, and you blush. You did that. You were the cause of his absence. You were the stain on his pants.
“Is this her?” The deep, monotone, almost quiet, deathly quiet voice that speaks this holds authority. He sits against the headboard of the bed frame. You can tell right away. Know this from how Kaku, Ran, and the other men immediately straighten up. The little playful atmosphere to the room gone, it was squashed out - all that’s left is this ominous, dreadful trepidation that slithers up on all of you. You don’t even dare look up at him. You know people like that have death in their eyes, something like a glare brewing behind dark black pupils.
You’d rather keep your head.
“It is. What do you want us to do with her, Mikey?”
He doesn’t answer, but a man with long blonde hair, tattoo of an earring on the side of his temple, lazy, red bohemian outfit, sitting on one of the couches, leans forwards to grab a stack of papers from a folder on the table and waves it around. “She needs to sign this first.”
A contract.
“As Koko said.” He speaks, bringing a knee up to lay an arm on, mop of golden hair lowering.
Kaku is quick to follow his order, stretching his arm out to the couch. You look at Kaku. His eyes are hard, dull - the soft shine to them gone. He’s done being kind and generous, it’s all business now. You look to Koko next, he’s smiling, but the curve of his eyes and the turn of his lips are too mischievous.
What have you gotten yourself into? You walk over to the couch where Koko sits and plop yourself down next to him. He crosses his leg and places the papers back down. “Go ahead and read it. Your signature is needed on the last page, and a fingerprint. For security reasons.” He slides a container of red ink over. You gulp and let your eyes skim the contents quickly.
Okay. Details on what your job will entail, safety precautions, procedures, liability notices - you’ll be given insurance and health benefits. You see the terms and conditions, and what you will be responsible for compared to your employers. You finally reach the end, but just before you sign your name, pen hovering deathly close to the line provided, Koko stops you.
“Wait.” His hand grabs your wrist. “Before you’re put to work, we need to test your abilities - see if you have the guts to endure what comes your way.” His smile gets wider, eyes shrinking into slits, like a weasel’s. Pupils thinning into something you’ve seen in a cat’s. “You’ll be pleasuring each of us.”
“Koko! Don’t be shy to tell the whore she needs ‘ta fuck us.”
He lets go of your wrist, and the pen drops. You need to-
Koko turns to a man with diamond-shaped scars on the corners of his lips and pink hair who’s standing next to the bed. “Sanzu, don’t say that shit. You’re being rude.”
Sanzu crosses his arms and tilts his head. “Am I wrong?”
“Quiet, Haruchiyo.” A man with a scar running through his eye, one not damaged like Kaku’s, speaks from the couch diagonally from the one you and Koko sit on.
“Takeomi,” he grits. “That’s not how you talk to your superior, Old Man.” Takeomi looks surprised for a second before he straightens his back, scowl starting to form on his face, teeth puncturing his cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
Mikey raises a hand, and all of them turn quiet.
Sanzu uncrosses his arms and latches them behind his back, Takeomi sits humbly with his hands resting on his knees, head downturned. Koko sat up straighter, he was slouching beforehand. Kaku is at Mikey's side at once. Ran is still by the bar, he’s the only one who remotely looks at ease, then again that seems to be a personality trait of his.
There’s one man you haven’t gotten the name of, he’s at the bar, standing beside it actually. Long strands of dyed hair fall at his shoulders, two-toned in blue and purple. He has his arms crossed, seems closed off from the group. Won’t engage or join in on the conversations.
Like he’s detached from the room.
“Will you sign it, or will you leave?” He speaks softly. You can see his body turned to you, but still, you do not dare bring your head up. You gulp before looking at the contract again. What choice do you have? If you don’t sign it, your father can never pay off his debt, and he could get killed for that. You bite at the inside of your lip as you pick the pen back up, bringing the inked tip to the line and signing your name in little swirls and squiggles.
Koko takes the paper as soon as you scoot back, putting it away in the folder that he tucks by his side. “Perfect. Boss, you gonna take her now?” He looks over to Mikey, who’s settling against the bed frame again which puts him right against the ceiling high window, in fact most of the walls here are bare and open to the city below. You’re high enough that the people below you look like ants and the buildings like little monopoly pieces. The sun that’s painting the sky in a bright yellow is still high above the clouds. Your eyes swipe to the clock on the wall to the left - it’s 3:30, 30 minutes since you were picked up. Time has been too slow, it feels like two hours have passed instead.
“Hm, I think we could be done before our closing meeting, then we can clock out and get dinner.” Ran muses. Sanzu giggles, chiming in, “I want sashimi.” Ran hums. “Sashimi? I was feeling that too.”
“Look at me.” Mikey talks slowly, with charisma and authority, but you still don’t listen. Even with his permission, the most you do is turn your head back to him, so he knows your attention is on him at least. Sunlight beams off of his silver hair. Is that dyed or natural? You hear a quiet snort that makes your ears perk up.
His voice gains some emotion, you can tell with how it raises and drops. “Don’t you wanna see who’s gonna fuck you first?”
It’s a simple question, curt and blunt and unassuming, playful almost, but you get chills. His tone sounded too polite and soft, too soft for someone who’s the leader of an organized syndicate like this. Too mellow and delicate for someone who just radiates death itself. One look, and you’re a goner. You pass a boundary with him, and expect to get your heart handed to you on a silver platter. There must be something darker dwelling beneath this teasing front he put up, but you rather listen to him.
Your head darts up quickly, fear and hesitance gone, and your breath gets stolen by how dead his eyes look. They suck you in, swallow you into their endless depths, clearly showing he’s not one to be messed with, or refused.
A trance enters you as he raises a hand and beckons you forth. You follow, of course you do. But, you follow not completely out of dread and submission. Something hot burns in your stomach.
“Is it okay that Mochi’s not here?” Kaku asks.
“‘S fine. He doesn’t like shit like this anyway, and the traitor we caught needed to be minced, ‘or his body wouldn’t sink to the bottom of the ocean’ right?” Sanzu answers with an eerie chuckle.
You sober up at his words. That’s right, you can’t ever forget that they’re criminals. Contraband and smuggling might be the usual for them that all those news outlets reported on, but you cannot let slip your mind that they have killed people before. Such an infamous group wouldn’t be so notorious if they hadn't. Wouldn’t be so…intimidating if they were free of bloodshed.
Mikey’s eyes dull just a little more. As if he wasn’t scary already. “No, come here.” He deadpans, patting the empty space on the bed next to him.
You gulp and walk over, toeing off your shoes, leaving you in your socks, and climb onto the mattress. A whistle from behind echoes in the room. “You look good like that, Doll.” You ignore Ran’s leer, but that doesn’t stop the embarrassment flushing your ears. You sit on the back of your legs when you finally reach Mikey. He breathes in deep and slow before swiping his eyes down. They stay there a few seconds, you can see his pupils expand in size. You have to do this in front of them? You have to be vulnerable in front of all of these men?
You swipe your eyes around the room, there’s seven. Mikey, Kokonoi, Kakuchou, Ran, Takeomi, Sanzu, and the man with the two-toned mullet. Can you even-
“You sure you can handle that?” Ran asks. It almost feels like these types of questions come up when you start to doubt yourself and forget the reason why you went along with such a brash decision, which only strengthens your resolve.
“Yeah. Go ahead.” You speak clearly, looking over at Mikey when you say this, and something in those dead eyes of his shine. A small smile tugs at his lips, and he softly says with his breath hitched in something like awe, “Good. Take off your clothes.”
Your hands come up to unbutton your shirt the same time Mikey leans forward to pull his over his head. A slender torso meets your eye, all sharp edges and lines from how skinny he is, hollow collarbones, a ribcage, and stomach. But at the same time, hard biceps and abdominal muscles ripple, his shoulders flex. Your fingers slip off the third button down, and a hand grabs on to yours.
“You’re shaking.” Mikey murmurs, your hands trembling in his grasp. You feel bad, they’re probably sweaty. You’re heating up, your nerves are getting to you, and this situation is only making it worse. “Here, I’ll do it.” His hands carefully slide the button you missed off from its hole. He does the same with the ones lower down until your shirt is completely unbuttoned, leaving your bra and pants.
He slides the sleeves off of you and looks down at your pants. “You don’t need me to help you with that, right?” You hastily shake your head and stand on your knees to slide your pants off, sitting back down to get it past your calves.
Mikey still has his pants on when you look over, eyes staring down at your legs again.
“It’s damp.”
“W- what?”
They dart back up to your face, pupils just as dark as they were in the beginning, if not more. “There’s a wet patch on your underwear.” He says slowly in a drone, with a quietness that almost makes you think he’s not affected by this, by you. Until his hands land on your thigh, gripping it, thumb rubbing a small circle. Almost like he was testing the feel of your skin. It trails further up your leg.
Your eyes catch onto the bulge sporting his trousers, and your mouth falters. It’s big.
“Oh, w- well, this- this is…”
“She got it from me, Boss.” Ran interjects. Mikey turns his head to him. “Gave her a little kiss in the car,” he smiles wider. “And it was her first one.” A small gasp leaves your lips, and your hands come up to hide your face. God, how humiliating.
“Okay, that’s enough. Stop teasing her.” Mikey’s voice bellows deep and heavy in the room. He grabs for your panties and pulls them down. “Hmm, you’re wet already.” Your hole pulses as his fingers ghost along your slit. “You don’t need foreplay then. It’s enough for me to slide in.”
How degrading. You’re about to lose your virginity to a stranger, you kissed another one earlier, and you got wet because of it. You’ve always thought you’d do something this intimate with someone you trust and love, but here you are.
Your heart races as you hear him unbuckle his pants. They slide down along with his boxers. A thick, veiny cock springs out, and you nearly gasp. He lines it up to your entrance, head of his cock getting wet as he slides-
“Wait! Sir, wait!” You push your hands against his stomach. It ripples at the touch the same time his dick twitches after you call him the title. He likes that. Your mind blanks as his eyes reach yours, nothing in them changed, no warmth or intimacy - compassion. But he did stop his hips.
There’s a small groan behind you that almost sounds like a wince, like a whimper in pain, like a plea for something. “You sure know what you’re doin’, Doll.” And another one. “Fuck. Need to make her call me that too.”
You finally find your voice again. “You’re- you’re…not going to wear a..condom?” Ran and Koko laugh behind you. “She’s cute, isn’t she?”
Mikey blinks twice. “How will I know how good your cunt is if I have to wrap my dick in plastic?” You gape. “Oh. We- well…that makes sense.”
He guides you to your back, spreads your legs apart. “Don’t worry, it’s your first time. I’ll make it a good one.” His hand wraps around himself, and he rubs the tip up your puffy lips, starting from your entrance again. It nudges against your clit from its rise, and you twitch, breathy, small moan leaving your lips. “See? You felt that. You’ll be fine.” He brings his cock back down to your hole and slides in.
The stretch you feel is immediate, so you clench down force of habit. His hips stutter, and he groans, “Ah, so fuckin’ tight.” Ramming a few centimeters deeper out of greed. Pain shoots up your spine, and you bat at his back. “Wait! wait, wait, wa-it!”
He leans back and swipes a finger across your clit. That’s enough to make your walls flutter.
“That’s it. Loosen up for me.” His voice comes out quiet, soft encouragements laced in his tone, and heat ensnares your sex. You hiccup, body tensing, legs locking up, hips bucking, stomach tightening. Feet that were placed beside his hips wrap around his waist, and you squeeze out of instinct. Mikey gasps, falling forward, pelvis pressed close to yours, hands dropping beside your head. A shaky breath leaves him, and he rolls his hips, your clit grinding against his stomach, dick short of kissing your cervix, tip brushing against that one spot. Fire licks at your loins. Your spine tingles, and your walls flutter as white hot pleasure explodes, your eyes clamp shut, brows knitting together.
“Oh, fuck.” Mikey pulls back and pushes back in, then does it again, and again, hips tilted up, helping you ride out your high. He stops when he feels the fluttering of your walls cease, but your pussy still pulses in the after-effects of your orgasm. His hips roll once against his better will, you squeak at the added stimulation. Still sensitive.
Heaving as you try to recover, Mikey lifts your legs and presses them to your chest, which only dwindles your lung capacity. “What was it you called me earlier?”
You gulp, mouth opening slightly. “S- ….sir.”
There’s a few groans around you that make your cheeks flush. Mikey leans towards your ear, and you feel his breath fan your neck. “Better.”
You shiver, ears starting to heat up from the small word, and the soft, soft way he said it. So quietly, like he only wanted you to hear it. Like he wanted you to ignore the others in the room, to not mind them, and to focus on him. (Because that’s all that really mattered in this moment, right? The fact that you’re his right now).
He straightens up, knees next to your hips before bending down. Effectively smushing you beneath him. The compression makes your hole squeeze him tighter, and he grunts, hips jumping up and grinding against you, pelvis rubbing against your sensitive clit. All that does is tighten the band in your stomach. You end up squealing, “Sir!” as his hips keep rolling, and pretty soon you’re tipping over, eyes closing as they explode in white. Tummy turning taut, folds fluttering, you cum a second time, Mikey following behind you, dick twitching his release. His hips piston into you in the meanwhile, and even after he’s done cumming, they slowly rock. You can hear the filthy squelch of your juices, can feel his spent drip from you. After all, your pussy still flutters around his length, walls gummy with warm cum.
A sultry moan falls from his lips, and he mumbles, “Fuck, haven’t cum that much in months.” His hips grind in tiny, tiny figure 8’s lazily as his breathing starts to slow down. He finally pulls out when his dick softens but not completely. His shaft is caked in a creamy sheen.
As soon as it’s out, a small trail of cum dribbles from you. You try closing your legs out of embarrassment, but Mikey holds them open. “Keep ‘em there.” He says softly. “I wanna see this,” and he takes a hand to your clit, thumb rubbing the puffy bud. Your hole clenches, slick oozing around the nub like syrup as he rubs it, and continues doing so. “You’ve got a pretty cunt, Angel.”
“Holy shit.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Pussy’s a pretty pink too.”
All of a sudden the lot of them come around. Kokonoi and Ran stand behind Mikey, looking over his shoulder. Sanzu is at the edge of the bed, on his knees so he’s face-close to your cunt, shamelessly ogling the pool of slick coating Mikey’s shaft in a glossy sheen as it runs down your thighs and sticks to your ass in translucent strings. Rindou and Takeomi were on the couch, Takeomi still in the same position he was in before, Rindou leaning back with his legs spread and his arms crossed, sporting a bored glare. But they perk up when they hear your whines and pleads asking for Mikey to stop. (He doesn’t).
They come over too, standing beside Koko and Ran. Kakuchou stands off to the side of a wall, hands clenched so tightly behind his back that you can see the strain of his muscles against his suit jacket. The veins in his neck bulging.
Mikey turns his head to him. “Kaku, come here.” That makes him flinch, but he doesn’t move.
Mikey sighs, voice reaching an octave deeper, a volume softer. “Kakuchou. I wasn’t asking.” And Kakuchou resigns, dropping his hands beside him. He walks over to join the rest.
They all swarm around you as they watch Mikey’s cum drip from your slit like molasses. You keep your legs open, refrain yourself the urge of closing them. You’re scared to defy Mikey. As if he wants to tease you further, his thumb and forefinger close over your clit, and you squeal.
“Ah, fuck. She’s squirtin’ again.” Eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out, pussy fluttering, pulsing as a small, small stream of transparent liquid shoots from your slit. Mikey’s fingers only seem to get harsher, and desperate squeaks and pants leave you. “Mikey, Mikey! Please-”
He clicks his tongue. “That’s not what you call me.” A sob wracks your chest. “Sir! Sir, please I’m-”
He hums. “Still wrong.” Leaning down to your face, pitch black eyes stare into you. “Whose are you?”
Your breath catches in your throat, and fear immediately grabs hold of you as you stare back at yourself in picture-clear clarity. Your mouth trembles, chin shaking as you consider your words. You signed a contract. You’re theirs now. “Yours,” you softly murmur. “I’m yours… Master.”
Mikey’s fingers stop pinching, and something alights his eyes, edge of his lips twitching. “Good girl,” he mumbles, lips catching your forehead. “That’s the one, Angel.” But his fingers tilt your clit up and out of its hood, and you start shaking again.
A hand grabs onto his wrist. “Mikey, she’s gonna break before we get a turn with her,” Ran says. Mikey takes a moment to look down at you a bit more. Then he pulls away. “Alright. It’s Sanzu’s turn next.”
“But why him?” The man you never got the name of lazily drawls.
“Yeah. I should be the one to go next. I picked the pretty little thing up.”
“No, Sanzu gets her next as number 2. Then, Kaku.” He twists his head and looks at Ran, the man who spoke previously, Takeomi. “Takeomi, Ran, Rindou - the three of you can decide who goes first. And finally, Kokonoi will have her last.”
Ran groans, Rindou sighs, and Takeomi blows a puff of smoke. Kokonoi pulls away from the group to take a seat on the couch, spreading his legs and leaning back. “The view till my turn isn’t half bad either.” You flush harder.
They slowly start to move away, one by one. Ran and Takeomi sit on the lounge chairs by the mini-bar, Rindou sits on the other side of the couch Kokonoi sits on, Kakuchou moves back to the wall he was at before, but Mikey stops him. “Stay here.”
“…Mikey-“
You can’t see his face, his back is turned to you, but you can see Kakuchou’s face. And he looks frightened. He turns pale within seconds, and he swallows his words, staying put at the foot of the bed. You slightly wonder what Mikey’s face must look like right now before thinking better of it - because why would you wonder about that when you know there’s underlying threats hidden behind his words? Why wonder about that when you’ve already felt it? What if it was you he was facing?
You shiver at the thought.
Sanzu takes Mikey’s spot. A knee digs into the bed, right beside your hip. His other knee takes the missing space next to you, and for a moment you look up at him. Back straightened and shoulders set, hovering over you. It’s scary how bright his eyes truly are. They shine as luminescently as you’ve seen water do when sunlight reflects off of it, and they’re as clear as the sea itself, but you can see something deeper brewing beneath.
He sits back slightly, not too hard that your legs suffer his full weight. Just enough to pin you beneath him, and he spreads your legs a little wider, thumbs hooking onto your puffy lips, which he also spreads. The squelch in response is obscene. He breathes heavily in awe as more cum leaks from your slit. “What should I do about this?”
Mikey responds with a cool voice, “You can fuck her with my cum still inside.” And Sanzu shivers, even you do at his cold authority. His pants are off within seconds, and he aligns the head to your entrance, but before he slips in, he takes a look at you, trailing his eyes away from your pussy. They darken again, grow sharper.
The slide in is another painful stretch. “Oh shit.” Sanzu’s hips stutter, dick twitching once, and you wonder if it really feels that good for him if he doesn’t like you very much. You watch him with bleary eyes as he stares entranced at your pussy, Mikey’s cum frothing around his shaft, bubbling out when he resumes his hips and bottoms out. He shivers when that makes a fat droplet of cum drip down your thighs.
But then again, he seems to like Mikey.
“What is it, Whore?” he spits out. You don’t realize that you’ve been staring at him until he’s staring right back. You flinch at his harsh tone and cold eyes, and look away, demurely responding with a small “nothing.”
He clicks his tongue. The disapproving sound makes your heart lurch, you don’t think you’ve ever been shown such hostility before. Especially towards you, you were perfect in school and at home. Nothing warranted feelings of displeasure from you, and you were always such a mediator and a people pleaser, which got you exactly in this position now. This man scares you. His eyes are wild and his brash demeanor makes your skin prickle. He’s someone you have never experienced before. The delinquents and loan sharks you’ve come across pale in comparison.
Taking a big hand, he grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs, pulling his cock out before thrusting it back in. Your stomach turns, your head is reeling, and a small wince leaves your lips at the rough pull. Rapidly, you take deep breaths that you hope eases the flush on your face and the burn of your scalp, but sadly, you don’t feel a thing. Tears slowly dot your water line when you hear Sanzu laugh giddily, and he turns you around on your stomach, lifting your hips until you hold yourself up on your knees. His hand shoots for your nape before you can turn your head.
Faced with the bedsheets, you take slow breaths to calm your erratic heart, but he pushes you down, and that goes out the window. Applying a tiny bit of pressure that’s already fogging your head and making it pound more, he mutters darkly, “Fuckin’ slut, look at you, you like this.” Only then do you realize how hot your pussy feels, how urgently you’re squeezing your thighs together and Sanzu’s cock all at once. How you’re throbbing and aching on the inside, and the dripping mess between your thighs.
Your stomach burns, walls throbbing harder at the realization, even though you’re trying to will your arousal away, but Sanzu doesn’t give you that chance as he takes his other hand to pool your wrists together, holding them behind your back that naturally makes you arch, especially since he’s scooting closer, making your hips lift higher. This ends up causing your face to dig into the bed, using your shoulders as support is no longer an option, and even then, Sanzu’s grip on your neck is solid - he’s not letting you go.
You can barely breathe at this angle, your face feels hot basked in the heat of your panicked exhales. Sanzu leans down, dick inching closer to your cervix, and whispers in your ear, “I hate sluts like you.” He starts. “You’re so insistent on showing how fragile and pure you are.” He leans his hips back and thrusts forwards. The bed dips strongly and your breathing falters for a second. “When really, all you want is to be fucked like an animal.” He does it again. “I hate cowards who can’t say what they want.” Then he’s back to fully standing on his knees, pelvis glued to yours.
His dick rests heavy in your cunt, you feel him in your guts, but this all means nothing to him as he starts a steady pace roughly fucking you, making sure to angle his hips in a way that brushes against your gspot.
It’s not hard for you to cum within a few strokes. Your stomach explodes, vision turning white, walls fluttering as your orgasm rushes through you. Sanzu pistons into you as he follows, riding out his high. In the aftershocks of your pleasure, you hear Mikey faintly hum, “No, keep going. You didn’t make her squirt.”
Body stiffening, you turn your head once Sanzu’s grip loosened around both your neck and wrists to see Mikey on the couch closest to the bed watching you both. He’s in a suit, he wasn’t in one before, and something about the formal change of attire makes you feel ashamed. You’re completely naked among a room full of men in suits. Even Sanzu isn’t stripped, his pants fall at his knees.
“Got it,” Sanzu responds monotonously, all forms of his earlier taunting gone. He leans down until he’s flush at your back - the ease of his hands, one now on your hip while the other hovers over your sex, makes you able to support yourself on your shoulders again. But it’s during this that you realize you’re wheezing for dear life. Sanzu is perfectly fine, hasn’t broken a sweat either as he starts thrusting again.
The hand flicks up, smacking your clit as you wail, body fluttering and twitching. Oh, you couldn’t take anymore. You truly could not. Mikey has worn you out. Groggily, you try pleading that to Sanzu. “Please… I-”
A hand comes down on your cunt again, and your hips buck. Sanzu, irritated, snarls, “Shut up. I’ll do what I want.” And he moves his hands down again. You brace for it thinking it was another slap, your own grabbing for his wrist, but you’re sorely mistaken when a pair of fingers pinch you.
As if that wasn’t enough, he twirls the poor nub in his hold, the muscles in his forearm flexing and rippling, and you lose it. Your hearing goes blurry as you cum again, toes curling, body trembling as transparent liquid pours from your cunt and drenches Sanzu’s thighs. Hips stuttering, you feel his length twitch one, twice, thrice before he paints your walls white, and even after it’s all done with, he grinds into your ass, head tucked between your neck and shoulder where it fell earlier when you came. His breath fans over your neck, and his body feels hot and heavy on you.
When you try raising your hips off of him, he grunts and wraps a forearm around your lower stomach. You can feel his glare on you, hear his teeth grind the slightest bit before you feel it taken away.
“Hey! Ow!”
Sluggishly turning your head, you’re met with the sight of Kakuchou grasping Sanzu’s arm and a smiling Ran tugging at his hair to get him to back up. His dick leaves your pussy with an obscene pop, and you bristle because you can feel cum dribble out of your hole. It drips onto the bed sheets below where you know that Mikey and your release still sits.
He hisses and cusses at Ran, but you don’t pay attention to them, pushing their bickering to the back of your mind. You wrinkle your nose and close your legs, turning your head back to bury inside the pillow, reconsidering yourself. You’ve lost your virginity. Two men have already been between your legs, and you’ve cum a handful of times already… It’s a little scary of you to be enjoying this.
Your sorrow is cut short when you see Kakuchou appear in your line of vision, tiny, sympathetic smile on his face. He raises a towel grasped in his hand, and your shoulders relax. Breathing a deep sigh, you turn on your back as he sits on the bed, hands softly resting on your knees, gripping it gently. Your legs part for him, and equally as gentle, he dabs and rubs away the mess, you squirm when he gets to your inner thighs and twitch when he runs the rag over your slit a few times, but you take it.
“…I’m sorry they were rough.” He stops dabbing, and you take a glance at the towel to see lots of cum sticking to the poor rag. The sight doesn’t settle easily on your stomach.
You sigh, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” It really isn’t. He doesn’t have much power over Mikey and Sanzu, who’s cleaned himself up, walking out of a bathroom with a towel in hand - you never saw that when you walked in. He takes a seat comfortably next to Mikey crossing his arms as he joins him in watching you.
Gulping, you redirect your eyes back to Kakuchou who’s already looking at you with hesitation clear as day on his face, a clenched jaw, and pursed lips. You can see the gears in his head turning. Briefly, as you stare at him, at how he’s so careful even in his considerations - you think you could trust him with your life.
And that’s exactly what you do.
Bringing a leg over his lap, you sink down, grinding yourself against his clothed crotch. His hands dart out to your hips, steadying your already woozy balance with an even steadier grip. His eyes never leave your face, neither do yours. He asks slowly, cautiously, carefully, “Are you sure?”
When you nod yes, he slowly peels down his pants, tugging his boxers along the way until you can feel the thick and very tall length of him rubbing against your backside. Beads of sweat form at the hairline on your forehead, same as the droplets of precum beading at Kaku’s tip. It breaks off, running down his shaft like a trail of water. You feel it wet the cusp of your ass, and it twitches when you push your butt out.
Standing on your knees, you align his cock with your hole, Kakuchou’s head twitching again before you lower yourself. There’s a squelch that rings between you two, and the drag of his shaft to your walls makes you shiver because he’s bigger in every sense of the word compared to the two before him. He twitches another time when you pulse, his hips and legs doing the same, cock head more than brushing against your sweet spot when you bottom out. You couldn’t have done anything else, but slump down.
“Ah, shit, she’s doin’ it again.”
“Isn’t that her 4th time cummin’ too?”
Kakuchou’s face scrunches, and he shivers. “Eas- ease up,” he stutters. “You’re too tight.” Your walls pulse at his words.
Kokonoi laughs behind him. “Of course she is, she was a virgin before.”
Pausing his motions, you continue creaming on his shaft until the haze of your climax is gone, but this doesn’t mean Kakuchou came. His dick twitches more than once inside you, reminding you that he still has to cum before you can move onto the next man, and the next, and the next. You nearly sob at the realization, wondering if accepting Ran’s offer all those weeks ago during that phone call was a mistake.
What stops you from this spiral is a gentle hand cupping the back of your head, two strong arms hugging your waist, and a soothing voice in your ear. “I’ll be gentle.” Kakuchou murmurs softly, and your arms wrap around his shoulders out of instinct for comfort. You bury your head in his neck, and he bounces his legs a few times. It doesn’t serve the purpose you think he was going for, all it does is grind you on his pelvis. You wince, and he groans, stopping immediately to say, “Sorry… I think ‘m gonna cum soon.”
“Look at them! Aren’t they cute?” Kokonoi exclaims. “Kaku, you’ve always been too soft on the girls you bought.”
He grumbles, brushing Kokonoi’s words off and starting a slow pace of lifting you off his cock before slamming down. Which eventually gets rougher and faster. “Kakuchou! Kakuchou, please,” you whine, head craning down, body twitching and on fire as he bounces you. Thick cock head repeatedly ramming against your abused gspot. Pelvis pressed so tightly to his that your engorged, oversensitive clit grinds against the planes of his stomach.
You think you’re going to die at this rate.
He shivers, head falling back, hands gripped so tight over your hips. You wouldn’t be surprised if crescent shaped nail marks dented your skin. Panting, he says, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you feel so good when I do it like this.” And his hips start lifting to follow after yours, not wanting to be separated from the plush squeeze of your gummy walls for a second longer.
A few more strokes of this, and you’re both cumming. Kakuchou’s cock spurts its release, your pussy doing the same. He cradles you in his arms for a moment more before pulling out when his dick starts filling out again.
The sun turns golden, starting to dip below the horizon when it finally gets to Rindou’s turn. By that time, you’re shaking and babbling, “wait wait wait, ‘m- I need time. Gimme some time, please. I- I need a moment.”
Rindou grins, the first time you’ve seen that mouth lift up from the straight line it was permanently in. “Poor thing,” he says slowly, in a drawl almost. He’s got a lazy way of speaking, which is surprising for a man who looks so sharp and quick-witted. “But I’ve been wondering what this sweet cunt feels like,” and he plugs 3 fingers inside, waving them around as they nudge against your walls, prodding too close to your sweet spot that only overstimulates your already frazzled nerves.
And you cum again. Trickles of juice gush from your slit, and Rindou keeps going. Thick fingers, to the knuckle, rings on his ring and index finger stretch you out, makes the cold metal touch your overheating pussy. Slick and cum runs down your thighs messily, and squeaky gasps tumble from your mouth.
Rindou cups his palm around your sex and sighs. “Who’s going first, Ran? Ah wait,” he turns to Takeomi, “You don’t mind if we go first, right?” The older man shakes his head and goes back to smoking. Your pussy pulses obscenely having Rindou’s hand wrapped around your heat, wrapped around where your sticky release lays.
“What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t let my little brother have you first?” You don’t know where he is, but you hear Ran’s voice close. You guess he’s behind you, since you’re currently occupied with Rindou, who’s grinding his palm against your sex.
You twitch, hips bucking, and wince trying to squirm away, but he pulls that hand off of you soon to pin your wrists in one fell swoop, kneeling atop you, mounting your pelvis. The wrist he grabbed with the hand that was previously in your cunt is all sticky with your release, but he transfers it so he’s holding both wrists in one hand, bringing the other one down to your heat. The same way that Sanzu-
You jolt up, only a few centimeters since he’s still mounting you, before falling back down because it’s useless, he’s raising his hand. So you brace for it, just like you did Sanzu’s. But a pinch around your clit surprises you and tips you over the edge again.
“You’re finally crying.” Rindou drawls, watching your little cunt quiver and twitch. “All those times you were whining, not a single tear dropped from you.” Your head is pounding. Sanzu’s tug at your hair turned into a dull throb once Kakuchou’s turn hit, but Rindou’s bringing it back, and only then do you realize the tears staining your otherwise dry cheeks. He’s right. Hazily, you remember tears forming, but never breaking. He looks into your eyes, and a small, small smile slowly tugs at the corners of his lips, but his eyes are still so dull.
Pulling his pants down, his cock springs out within the next second, a fat and hefty thing it is. It’s lacking the height, but it might be on par with Kakuchou in terms of girth. Something about that tidbit of information makes you faint of heart, makes you shy as you grip his slacks just above his knee.
Rindou notices and looks down before looking back up, nothing has changed from his expression. He looks just as aloof as before.
You’re right about the girth, it’s a stretch when he sinks inside. It’s almost mind numbing how his shaft stretches out your walls. Rindou murmurs a small “fuck” beneath his breath once he bottoms out, and as soon as he does, he’s quick in setting a ruthless pace that feels good for him, but for you? It feels semi-good, the sting of his width borders on pleasure as he grinds against your sweet spot nicely.
A slender but firm body steps in behind you.
“He’s rough, isn’t he?” Ran’s fingers smooth over the fat of your pussy lips where Kakuchou’s cum leaks incessantly, frothing around Rindou’s shaft in rings of white. He leans closer to your ear. “Want me to make it better for you?” And he kisses the tip, right where you burn from embarrassment. “A pretty girl like you should be treated nicely.”
But you feel a tug at your hair that only makes your head pound harder and a pinch at your clit that makes you whimper. When you dart your eyes to the front, Rindou is there. Furious. “Pay attention to me. I’m the one that’s fucking you.” Ran chuckles lowly behind you. “Ah, maybe I should’ve warned you about that. My little brother doesn’t like being ignored, and he’s got a nasty temper to match.”
“Shut up.” Rindou grits, but he makes no move to stop him or push him back. He’s content with letting the older man in on his turn. (The Haitani brothers love to overstimulate, and they’re never one to keep their hands off their toy).
You flush at the realization, Ran pressing closer and Rindou thrusting back in. The former turns your head to lean in as his hands move to fondle your breasts, flicking and twirling at the hardened nubs, tongue twirling around in your mouth. The latter continues his brutal pace, fingers continuing their ministrations on your clit.
Within a few more strokes you’re cumming - for a sixth? Was it sixth? Time. The cock nestled inside you spurts its load.
But your agony doesn’t end there because as soon as Rindou’s done cumming, Ran pushes you down on your stomach into the empty space Rindou left, and slides inside your gummy walls, groaning and moaning about how warm and tight you are. You didn’t get to see what his…endowments consisted of, so you’re going into his turn blind, but when he bottoms out close to where Kakuchou’s reach was, you gain a clue.
Ran is tall. He’s one of the tallest of the men, but at the same time, he’s very slim. His dick represents that perfectly. He has Kakuchou’s reach, he’s just missing his girth. However, when he lifts your hips, propping your backside right at his pelvis, and thrusts back in, his reach inches even farther than what Kakuchou achieved. To the point that you feel him in your throat.
In the face of such madness, of course you would cum shortly after. You were never given a break after Rindou either, you couldn't have staved off your next orgasm any longer. As you come down from your high, Ran leans down to whisper, “Think you can go one more? Think you can do that for Daddy?”
Shaking your head sluggishly, you hope he understands you, but he kisses the back of your forehead, right where the dull ache is rooted, and stands back up on his knees and starts again. Trying to bear the weight of his thrusts, you wonder if your denial was mistaken, but you could have sworn you shook your head accurately in a way that could not have been misconstrued.
“Fuck, might have to change my pants again. You’re making a mess everywhere, Princess.” Soon, Ran is pulling out. The mess of the last three turns bare on you as it all trickles out of your quivering sex. When you think about it, all of the men before you changed their clothes, after you checked once they had their turn. But you forgot to do that for Rindou and Kakuchou, so you bring your eyes to them, and sure enough, Rindou’s pants have changed. Kakuchou’s in a different set of clothes, but they’re still formal.
Your face heats up even faster. Ran is right.
A pat on your head that eventually turns rough towards the end, close to burying your head in the pillow - he laid his hand where Sanzu’s damage still hurts you, in the same place that he just kissed. “Don’t worry, Darling! You were good. A pretty, tight, good, very good hole,” Ran coos. He leaves you then, and the older man smoking makes his appearance.
Takeomi’s strokes are good. He knows how to angle his hips in a way that hits directly at your gspot. Doesn’t focus on your puffy clit like the others did. You wouldn’t be surprised if it already chafed, rubbed raw and sensitive. No. He focuses on that pleasure that comes deep within, the kind that makes white spot at your vision, and your toes curl. That has your hips jerking forward agonizingly in a sweet balance of pain and pleasure, tiny squeaking gasps leaving your mouth from the sheer pressure that’s building in your stomach. The same kind you feel when you’re about to pee.
It makes you shiver before you explode, body convulsing while your hole twitches repeatedly, rivulets of clear liquid squirting from you. Eyes rolled back until only a sliver of your irises are left, you can’t even hold yourself upright anymore, head falling onto his shoulder.
Takeomi is cruel, his large hands squeeze your trembling thighs and keep them spread open for the others to see, slender hips that won’t stop the onslaught of sharp, ruthless thrusts up into your cervix. Your ears ring, and you can’t count the amount of times you’ve shook or shivered, how many times your hole twitched, squeezing onto Takeomi’s cock, or what the others are saying as they all exclaim, “Fuuuuuck.” You can’t even count past one orgasm since his turn.
You’re sobbing when your pussy stops its vice grip on his shaft, fluttering softly from post-orgasm tickles. Drool and saliva wets your face, runs down your chin, and splatters all over his shoulder and arm when you sob, “S- stop. Please, I… i can’t.”
It’s on a particular thrust that your spongy walls get brushed, and you hiccup, body jumping and freezing up as you clamp on him that only makes him groan and stutter his hips, cock throbbing as he fills you with his seed. You keen, your own hips jerking forwards to follow him, stomach tightening as you explode, but nothing comes out.
By the time he’s done cumming and your dry orgasm rushes past you, your head is laying on his shoulder, body shaking the tiniest bit as you heave open-mouthed, catching your breath. The ceiling looks white. You don’t remember it being that white, and the others sound like they’re talking in gibberish. Your body feels light, like you’re not even there, like your own consciousness isn’t weighing you down. You feel a tug and a pull, and all of a sudden, you’re being lifted from his arms and into another.
There’s black eyes on you, pupils so small and slit-eyed, you think you’re looking into a cat’s. Long blonde hair casts a curtain over you and this face, it shields you from the light. You think you’re slowly starting to come to.
“You okay?” That sentence you heard perfectly clear and with clarity.
“Y- …yeah.”
Kokonoi lays your body back on the bed, gently. When you try to shoot up, he stops you, pushing you back down. “Lay back, Darling. You’ve done enough.” He aligns his cock head and slips in. You think he’s about average length. He doesn’t feel too fat or tall. Nothing too extreme of what you’ve already experienced, and as he’s moving farther inside, you think proudly - last one.
“Ah shit.” Kokonoi curses when he bottoms out, head lolling to the side as his hips stutter and his hands take the brunt of his weight beside your head. “Shit, she-” he swallows. “‘S all warm ‘n mushy.” He grinds his hips, tilting up, and his cock brushes against your poor, sensitive gspot. You couldn’t possibly handle any more stimulation to it, so you almost lose it when your stomach turns taut - the fire licking at your loins explodes.
Your vision turns white for a second as your body locks up before blacking out.
—
“Oh fuck.” Kokonoi’s hips piston into yours when he feels you pulse sporadically on him.
“Fuck, she doin’ that? Squirtin’ just by you bottomin’ out, Koko?” Ran says with a hitched voice along the couch. “Shit, think she actually passed out.”
“Not surprised. We all fucked her.” Takeomi says with a puff of smoke leaving his lips.
“Koko, do that again.” Ran walks up to you. “Pull your dick out and shove it back inside her again.” Kokonoi does as he’s told, and when he’s inside again, tip brushing your sweet spot, a squelch resounds and a squish of cum leaves you.
Ran’s jaw drops, and his fingers twitch beside him. “Holy fucking shit, it’s true.” His eyes roam all over your messy pussy. “And look at this pretty girl.” He taps your engorged clit, which makes you cum again, unconscious. “All swollen. Can’t hide from us anymore.” He chuckles darkly.
Kokonoi strokes a few more times before he cums, painting your walls white and then some. Hips grinding and swiveling into yours to milk each drop. “Fuck. Why don’t we do that more often?” Kokonoi breathes as he pulls out. Your cunt clenches and squishes more cum out with the drag of his cock over your walls.
“Cuz a girl hasn’t gotten us all excited to fuck her like this before.” Takeomi responds.
“You’re right. A girl hasn’t done this to us before.” Mikey walks up to you, stares right into your face, all stretched from your shock, lids leaving a small sliver of white at the bottom. “Let’s make her our personal call girl.”
A beat of silence passes.
“…Mikey, are you sure? She’s out of it right now.” Mikey runs a hand down your thigh and rubs a circle at your knee. The sensual touch shoots straight to your cunt as you shiver, more cum oozing from your slit even in your unconscious. “We can wait till she comes back then.” He grips your knee. “Don’t want anyone else having her. Didn’t you enjoy your time today?”
The room turns silent again, no one says anything in denial.
The next few hours pass in relative ease as Sanzu, Ran, Kokonoi, Rindou, and Takeomi leave the room, the latter going off to who knows where, and the other four to meet the missing man at a club. When you wake up, Kakuchou and Mikey wait on you. You’re met with a new contract with even more rules, no option of escape or refusal in sight.
And you ask yourself one final time: was it really a good thing you called Ran for another option back then? Because you cannot find it in yourself to feel happy about where this is heading.
But you don’t stop yourself when you sign the papers.
»Pairing: Ran x AFAB fem!Reader and one-sided Rindou x Afab fem!Reader
»Warning: smut edging on dark content ahead; 18+, minors DNI
»CW: Intense blow jobs, low self-esteem reader, Rindou sees Ran naked, praise kink, filmed sex, degrading language, drinking, mentions of violence
»Synopsis: Rindou doesn’t understand what his brother sees in you, and it’s pissing him off. You and Ran decide showing is better than telling in helping Rindou see what keeps Ran coming back for more.
»Word count: ~4k
Stretching beyond humble beginnings in Roppongi to encompass all territory from the bay to Itabashi-Ku, the Haitani brothers lord over the criminal underbelly of Tokyo as fellow executives of Bonten. They watched as one prefecture after another fell into Mikey’s grasp. A team, two soldiers making the world bow to their leader.
The best part was doing it together.
Working together now, you would think Rindou and Ran still spent plenty of quality time together. To some extent, they do. There is no standard day on the job, and as new challenges arise, Rindou and Ran often team up to restore order.
Rindou sees his brother regularly. Yet, it’s nothing like those early days in Roppongi. Back when they ruled the streets, untethered and ruthless. Closing his eyes, Rindou can see, smell, and taste those cherished memories: racing their bikes through crowds of shrieking housewives returning to cook dinner, shoplifting earrings from market vendors, nights spent on a high overpass, peppering the passerby with bottles and wads of trash. In those carefree days before juvie, Ran was Rindou’s hero. He still is.
They work best as a pair, so they do just that. Work. It’s rare, however, to have a night where it’s just the two of them.
Maybe that’s why Rindou is so fucking furious to see you when he arrives at the club.
✣ Warning: 18+, minors DNI; unhealthy relationships & dark content
✣ Chapter CW: reckless driving, scary stuff around car accidents, discussions of self harm, discussions of past trauma, discussions of parental abuse, sexual harassment
✣ Story CWs: patient/doctor relationships; smut (oral, ptv, pta, etc.), degradation, torture (not of y/n), murder, discussions of trauma and abuse, and many more that I don’t know yet
✣ Synopsis: Forced into therapy, Hanma expects to waste his time and yours, but you’re not about to let the chance of a high-profile and higher paying patient slip through your grasp. The fact that you’re both attracted to each other doesn’t hurt either.
✣ Word Count: ~6k
No one would have guessed that the handsome man, concealed behind tinted windows had murdered someone less than an hour before. A shower, a change of suit, and he could have walked through a police station without raising an eyebrow.
You, on the other hand, look like you witnessed a murder, Hanma thinks.
Hanma admires the way you try to conceal it behind your professional mask. When he leads you to his Bentley, you don’t flinch away from the hand at the small of your back, and you sit ramrod straight, nestled amongst leather seats. Like so many things, it’s the blood that gives you away. Your cheeks are sunken and bloodless. When Hanma opens the passenger door for you, he can see the pulse in your neck spike with anxiety.
Were you too frightened to leave without his permission, hoping to speed through dinner and then disappear into the night? Or were you made of tougher stuff? It is inevitable that you will ultimately be chased back to your life of tax filings and Sunday walks in the park. You will be a temporary plaything. And, while he has you, Hanma wants to play.
Shannade Clermont for Office Magazine (April, 2022) Photography by Erika Kamano, Styling by Stephanie Perez, Hair by Luisa Popović, and Makeup by Kento Utsubo & Virginia Vera.
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