Warnings: minors dni, afab!reader, metions of drugs, alcohol, sexual themes, explicit smut, fetishwear
A/n: this is my first fanfic ever, not proof-read. Feeback and interacts are greatly appreciated.
Word count: 541
Edit: tysm for the notes also I fixed some grammar lol and wc
Let me know if u want Part 2đ„°
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She got on the metro at 23:00 with her leather high heel boots stopping at her knees and a long black coat tied at her waist. Underneath it, she was wearing a full-body fishnet, leaving little to the imagination, nipples peeking through the skimpy material. A latex corset was hugging her torso, stopping right at the curves of her tits. Her thong was also black, fishnety-like and matching the rest of her clubwear. This was a usual Friday night for her, putting on her fetish clubwear and heading towards the club where each visitor was immersed in their own fantasy world for the weekend, leaving behind the worries of the week.Â
The place where she was headed was not an ordinary club. Sure, there was music, alcohol, and drugs were passed around, but above all, it was a place where one goes to celebrate and express oneâs sexuality by giving in to the temptation of one night stands right inside the club. Whether it was an uninhibited all-night dancing to the beats, a spontaneous orgy or a brief make-out session that left her pussy throbbing for the rest of the evening, she enjoyed it all. However, Tonight was different. She was alone, none of her friends tagging along or meeting any familiar faces along the way. She got off the metro and her heels began clicking away on the concrete towards the direction of the club. As usual, the line was long and bouncers were sending away clueless tourists who were not meeting the strict dress code of the place. Lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag out of it, she observed the fellow club-goers, her stomach slightly turning with excitement for whatâs to come.Â
When it was finally her turn in the line, the bouncers swiftly motioned her to get in. After leaving her phone and coat in the cloakroom, she was only left in her sexy fishnet outfit and quickly made up her mind to get a drink at the bar. Passing through the different halls, she witnessed people making out in the indoor pool, chatting, fucking, or simply conversing. Making her way to the main hall, melodic bass started vibrating underneath her shoes. She opened the door and was immediately met with neon dim lights and cigarette smoke. Inside, people were dancing like it was no one's business. Ordering a strong cocktail, she positioned herself at the bar and started taking small sips while absorbing the atmosphere. Her gaze stopped at a tall figure of a man across the dance floor. His hair was dark, long, and neatly braided in two. Moving her gaze below, she was met with his washboard abs and hips seductively swaying to the beat of the music. He was topless, simply wearing black leather pants with multiple silver chains hanging along with them. Catching herself staring too much, she moved her eyes up again, only to meet his piercing velvet ones staring right back at her. With a playful smirk on his face, he winked and swiftly turned away from the crowd making his way toward her. Then, it struck her. This was no one else but Ran Haitani himself, the infamous Bonten gang member. She was in for a ride.
âhe lies, he bluffs, heâs unpredictable. he is a sucker with a gun, a bad boy with a tainted heart, a villain by the devilâs law.â
cw: sugar daddy!sanzu, law student!reader, nsfw (mdni), smut, implied age gap (late twenties sanzu, early twenties reader), bdsm (gunplay, restraint, blindfold), rough unprotected sex, creampie, slight exhibitionism, oral (m & f receiving, cum swallowing), alcohol use (brief), mentions of smoking, mentions of drug use, swearing, pet names (pretty girl, princess, baby), degradation
The loud bass of the music reverberated throughout your body, the bouncing strobe lights of the dimly lit club making it hard to navigate through, especially with the sea of sweaty bodies grinding against each other.
You adjusted the black masquerade mask that rested on your nose that partially hid the top part of your faceâexcept your eyesâbefore reaching for the tray full of alcoholic beverages that were in various interesting colours.
âOh, Iâll take those. Manager told me she wanted you to specifically serve a private VIP room today, the Golden Room. Quickly! You have to be there before our clients.â Your co-worker swiftly took the tray full of drinks, ushering you away before hastily leaving, her short figure blending in amongst the crowd of people until she was nowhere to be seen.
The Golden Room. It was the most expensive private VIP room that the club had to offer as it had its own floor at the very top of the building, overlooking the bustling nightlife of Roppongi. The private room had its exclusive DJ and mini-bar that catered to the clientâs needsâand only their needsâalong with a personal server, which was you for tonight.
For the past few months that youâve been working at this club, you have never been asked to serve one of the private VIP rooms, let alone the most expensive one. You were always down at the main floor serving drinks, blending in with the huge crowd that never seemed to die down, even at early hours of the morning.
Trying to make yourself presentable, you hastily made your way to the main elevators to get to the top floor. In all honesty, you were quite nervous about this, not only was it your first time being a personal server, but it was also because you knew that the clients had money, a lot of money, so you couldnât afford to be fucking up your job any time soon.
After passing all the other floors in the building, the elevator dinged and its doors slid open to reveal an exquisite room, as expected. You finally knew why it was called the Golden Room, this private space had accents of gold everywhere, from the chandelier down to its marbled floor, it also housed a spacious balcony that overlooked the teeming city down below, this section of the club was so high up that you swore you could almost reach the dark clouds above.
Thankfully, the said clients still werenât there which gave you ample amounts of time to calm yourself down and be at your best behaviour, you couldnât afford to lose this job due to a simple mistake.
There were only three people in the room at the moment, you, the bartender who already worked on drinks, and the DJ who was busy fiddling with his controllers, music already coming out of the speakers.
You stood by the mini-bar, waiting for the patrons to walk in so you could warmly welcome them.
The elevator door dinged, revealing a lone man standing inside it. He was fairly tall, rosy pink hair that ended in a long mullet, noticeable scars on either corners of his lips, and deep turquoise eyes that complimented his prominent thick lashes.
The man strutted in, sporting a striped navy blue three-piece suit and a white button up, your eyes followed him as he sat in the middle of the long leather couch that rested against the wall, crossing his legs and resting his elbows on the backrest, his aquamarine gaze already on you.
Thatâs it? Thatâs our client? Just him? Questions ran through your mind as no other person walked out from the elevator, just the pink-haired man, all alone.
You realised he mustâve had a shit ton of money to be booking the most extravagant room that this club had to offer, all for himself. Goddamn, rich people really are something else, you thought.
It was awkward.
The pink-haired man stared at you and didnât even bother hiding it, you felt small under his intense gaze, also making you conscious about the black strapless latex top you were wearing. You shifted uncomfortably, he was still staring at you but that was when you remembered you completely forgot to greet him.
Oh shit. You were too distracted admiring the patron.
Your eyes widened a bit at the realisation, embarrassment slowly engulfing your body as you tried to take long confident strides toward the man, black thigh high boots clicking against the gold-accented marbled floor with every step you took. You plastered a warm smile, standing in front of the patron before introducing yourself and warmly welcoming him.
Well done, already fucking up the job, you thought, but the turquoise-eyed man let out a small chuckle, his voice deep but smooth like velvet, âArenât you cute?â He tilted his head to the side, a small smirk forming upon his pink lips. It was a bit hard not to stare at the scar that decorated his face, but you tried your best not to shift your gaze downward, not even the slightest bit.
You let out a shy laugh, âThank you, Iâll be your personal server for tonight. If you need anything, Iâll be over there, at the mini-bar.â You couldnât care less about his little compliment, youâve heard the varieties of it, coming from different types of men that you had previously served.
It was common sense to expect some customersâif not allâto act this way toward the servers, and it honestly sickened you how some men could think that it was okay to talk to women like this. Yes, you and your co-workers were employees of a club but that didnât give them the liberty to say and do anything they wanted.
After all, you guys were just trying to make a living. The least customers could do was extend their respect to mere club employees.
As you walked back to the mini-bar, you swore you could feel his burning gaze on you but you shook it off and ignored it, after all, he was just like any other man youâve interacted with in this club.
âWhiskey, on the rocks.â He signalled the bartender behind you before pulling something out from his pocket, you didnât know what it was but he was writing something, not that you cared.
Shortly after, the bartender set a lowball glass on the tray, the translucent coppery liquid modestly filling the glass, complemented with ice. You grabbed the tray and made your way over to the man situated on the sofa, neatly setting the cold drink before him.
âSanzu.â The rosy-haired man spoke up from where he sat, pocketing whatever he was writing on and leaned forward to reach for the drink, âHm?â You blinked at him, unsure what to reply, eyes wide and giving him a curious look
âName âs Sanzu.â âOh, alrighââ âWhy donât you come hang out with me a little, hm?â Sanzu cut you off, an expectant look forming in his pretty aquamarine eyes. You awkwardly looked around as if there was someone you could ask for permission, but nonetheless, you hesitantly made your way over to him.
You sat next to him, knees touching together and arms neatly folded on your lap as if you were getting a formal photograph taken. There was ample room between the two of you, although it looked awkward, you decided it would be more awkward if you had sat next to Sanzu so closely, given the fact that you didnât even know this man and he was a patron.
âIâm not really sure if this is professional. Itâs protocol that I am not to sit with any patââ âItâs completely fine, I personally know the people who own this club.â Sanzu slung one arm on the back rest while the other held the whiskey, bringing it up to his lips.
All you could do was nod, clearly, there was nothing else you could argue about.
Sanzu set the empty glass on the table and shifted his whole body to face you, âTell me⊠whatâs a pretty girl like you working at a club like this? That glint in your eyes screams innocence.â He lifted the slender hand that rested on the backrest and brought it up to your black mask, tracing each intricate design that decorated it.
His hand ventured further to one side of your face, reaching for the satin bow behind your head that secured the mask, his slender fingers tangling with the loops of the bow before pulling at the loose end, causing your mask to fall on your lap.
How exquisite. Sanzu keenly tilted his head to the side, turquoise eyes brimming with such interest.
âI asked you a question, pretty girl.â A saccharine smile formed on his scarred lips. You snapped out of your trance, blinking up at him, âOh, uh, âm just here to pay my bills and student loanâŠâ you whispered, a bit embarrassed.
âOh? And does this club pay you enough to do so?â
It didnât. Your pay was just enough to get you through each week but you were practically scraping through, most of your meals were from the convenience store and there were times where you didnât bring any lunch to eat in between your lectures due to your financial situation. It also didnât help the fact that the weekly allowance from your parents all went to the dorm you rented.
Your parents werenât white-collar workers like the customers you encountered in this club, they walked with confidence, swiping their cards left and right without a care in the world. Their wrists and neck decorated with heavy and expensive accessories while also donning luxury brands from head-to-toe that were probably expensive enough to pay for at least half ofâif not more thanâyour tuition fee.
You assumed Sanzu was a white-collar worker, seeing the way he strutted into the room earlier, like he owned it, and the way he was neatly dressed and not a single wrinkle on his expensive suit. You also noticed the shiny watch he sported on his left wrist, glimmering under the lights.
âNo.â You simply answered, gaze fixed on your hands that were slowly balling into fists.
Where was this conversation even going? You thought.
Was he here to degrade and make fun of your social status? Mock you because you werenât in the same tax bracket? Flaunt his dirty money in your face? Youâve encountered this many times with other customers, belittling your very existence because of a simple mistake youâve made.
It never bothered you these days like it did when you first encountered it, you remember crying on the toilet as you replayed the scene of a customer yelling harsh words at you, it didnât help that they were also quite intoxicated. You were used to it by now but it was tiring, you didnât need strangers telling you left and right that you werenât like them.
âWhat if I tell you I could pay you more? Much more than your job can.â
You met his gaze, brows furrowing as you were confused about what this whole conversation was about. God, was he a businessman wanting to recruit employees? If he was, then this is highly unprofessional, you thought.
âI donât quite followâŠ?â
Sanzu just gave you a small chuckle before pulling something out from his pocket and handing it to you, âIf you decide youâre too good for this environment, Iâm just a call away.â He stood up and made his way towards the elevator, bidding goodbye to the DJ, bartender and you.
He gave you one last smile before the elevator doors shut in front of him, and just like that, Sanzu was gone.
You let out a breath youâve been holding ever since you entered this room and looked down at the folded piece of paper on your lap. With curiosity, you opened the paper, âIâm just getting startedâ it wrote, with his number in red ink. You were about to shove it into your pocket until you noticed another paper behind it, your eyes widened.
It was a cheque. Was this what he was writing earlier?
Haruchiyo Sanzu, it stated on the top left corner, but what shocked you the most was the amount ordered to pay you, it was clearly more than what you made in your part-time job and was enough to get you through the week, more than a week, even.
How could Sanzu just give you this much money without batting an eye? Let alone a stranger he had just met. Was he crazy? But then your mind wandered back to the sentence on the other piece of paper, âIâm just getting started.â Did that indicate he was able to give you more?
Surely not.
Boy, were you wrong. You contemplated for days on end whether to call Sanzu or not, it was very tempting but what if he was just bluffing? You knew he wasnât, you went to the bank a few days ago to check if the cheque was fake or not, and to your surprise, it wasnât fake. It had the exact amount of money stated on it.
A few weeks had passed when you finally decided to call Sanzuâs number due to the growing desperation for financial aid, you tried your best to rely on yourself and the part-time job at the club but it just wasnât enough, you needed more. You needed what Sanzu was offering.
You were a bit hesitant to call him since you didnât know if his offer still stood even after quite a period of time but you were desperate, and plus, it didnât hurt to try. If he didnât pick up then youâd have to suck it up and find other ways to support your living, even if it meant bending your back.
To your surprise, Sanzu did pick up, rather quickly, even.
Little did you know that this call was the pivoting point of your life, where you could finally say goodbye to your old lifestyle and welcome a new one you have never experienced before.
Upon meeting up with Sanzu, he had come clean about his intentions and how he was going to provide you anything and everything you ever wanted in exchange for company and sexual favours, and nothing else. A sugar daddy. You knew the offer was too good to not involve some kind of physical factors, but it wasnât like you were new to sex.
Yes, others might view it as dirty and disrespectful to oneâs self that they would simply let an older man ask them for sexual favours in return for the lavish lifestyle, but life was never butterflies and rainbows, life was harsh and as much as youâd hate to admit it, only the richest could survive among times like this where everything was in demand and becoming more expensive.
Looking at the situation at hand, it wasnât like you had any other choice at this point. If the luxury life was going to welcome you with open arms through a man named Haruchiyo Sanzu, then youâd willingly let it.
You sat inside Sanzuâs white Bugatti Centodieci, on the way to a dinner reservation, the low roaring of its exhaust filling your ears as it came to a smooth halt at an intersection. Youâve been in this luxury car countless times before but youâve never gotten quite used to it because you knew how expensive this vehicle was; youâve done your research on some of the brands Sanzu sported, one of them being this extremely flamboyant car.
Your little research told you that there were only ten of the Centodieci models around the world, and Sanzu owned one of them. Your hands couldnât help but sweat at the thought, causing you to smooth your pleated skirt down to wipe it off, âI like your nails, princess.â Sanzu reached a hand over the console and took yours, his fingers tracing the intricate details of your jewelled stiletto nails. Rhinestones gleaming underneath the bright city lights outside.
Not only were they embedded in expensive rhinestones but some of them were covered in 24K gold foil, costing your appointment at a whopping price but Sanzu never batted an eye when he swiped his card yesterday, no hesitation whatsoever. Last week, he had asked you to choose a nail design you really liked and he would take care of booking the appointment, of course, you jumped at that opportunity.
You knew why Sanzu loved paying for your nail appointments.
âDo you want me to test them out?â You blinked up at him and took his hand into yours, sensually massaging and rubbing it as if it were something else, god, Sanzu wished it was something else. He cursed under his breath at the sensation of his blood rushing down to his cock with need, his other hand gripping the leather steering wheel a little harder, knuckles turning painfully white as you continued with your ministrations,
âYou always know what I want, huh?â He let out a breathy chuckle, shifting uncomfortably in his leather seat, cock now straining against his navy dress pants and begging to be let out. Sanzu skilfully manoeuvred his vehicle, taking desperate turns left and right to find a random deserted place to park, although it didnât really matter if there were people around or not, his vehicle was heavily tinted and he liked the thrill of getting caught.
What were they gonna do? Stop him from getting head? They could try.
The tyres of Sanzuâs vehicle loudly skidded against the rough pavement of the empty parking lot as he desperately parked his car, not even bothering to situate his vehicle in a parking space, it was already evening and no one was around anyway.
âFuck, come here.â Sanzu groaned, reclining his seat back and pulling your face closer to his own. You leaned over the console to kiss him, knees resting on the smooth material, one arm against the window of the driverâs side for support, and the other gripping the headrest behind his head.
Sanzu craned his neck forward to meet your gloss-stained lips, one hand firmly resting on your chin to keep you in place, while the other wandered elsewhere. His kisses held desperation in them, soft pillowy lips laced with hunger as it moved against your own. The man beneath you let out short erratic breaths that tickled below your nose, occasionally letting out soft eager whines into your lips.
He was usually on the dominant side, but fuck, was he needy when it came to receiving. Not that you complained, though, it was a pretty sight to see him all wrecked and at your mercy. It was priceless to see his authoritative demeanour crumble into nothing but a pathetic whining mess that begged for his cock to be touched and sucked on, even if it rarely happened.
You slightly jerked at Sanzuâs wandering hand that found its way to your inner thigh under the dimly lit carâthe only source of light coming from the warm street lights of the parking lotâ, slowly massaging and rubbing unfamiliar shapes at the supple flesh and earning a small whimper from you. His hand ventured around your outer thigh and flicked your skirt up, the skimpy fabric that was once barely covering your ass, now rested on your lower back and in full view for anyone who passed by the passengerâs window.
But you werenât worried, Sanzuâs vehicle was tinted.
A small moan escaped your swollen lips but was swallowed down during the heated kiss with Sanzu as his large hand landed a merciless slap against the fat of your ass, the sharp searing pain from the sudden skin contact spreading across your backside making you wetter, âPut those pretty hands to use, baby.â He broke the kiss, lips ghosting over your own as he panted out, desperate for air to fill his lungs.
Sanzu placed both his hands behind his head and relaxed his torso against the warm leather seat to let you do your thing, his lust-filled turquoise eyes intently following your every move.
Shuffling closer to the evident tent in his pants, you placed your palm over his crotch, roughly palming his erection, causing a deep throaty groan from Sanzu, his back involuntarily arching away from the backrest and hands flying up to the headrest behind his head, gripping on it for his dear life. His eager eyes watched the way your twinkling nails moved against his strained cock, biting his lip at the sight and heat spreading throughout his body.
He loosened the black tie around his neck and hastily unbuttoned his collar so he could breathe better. You gave him a sly smile before slowly guiding the small pull-tab down the teeth of the zipper, the car was quiet, so you could only hear the movement of the zipper and Sanzuâs soft desperate pants, his pink lips slightly parted.
With the help of his hips, you pulled his pants down along with his underwear just enough to release his throbbing cock from its confines, earning a slight hiss from the rosy pink haired man as you firmly gripped his heavy length, your rhinestone-studded nails complimenting his hard cock with your fingers wrapped around him.
Sanzu let out a loud moan as you pumped his dick up and down after spitting at it, you gripped him like a vice, wrist skilfully twisting and tugging at his cock just how he liked it. He could almost cum right then and there at the sight of your freshly manicured fingers wrapped around his length. Fuck, he loved seeing your jewellery-embedded nails around his cock.
You flattened your tongue and licked a long slow stripe up the underside of his dick, earning a loud desperate whine from Sanzu, one hand flying down to tangle into your hair to eagerly tug at it, âFuuuuuuckâŠâ he breathed out, his bottom lip tightly caged between his teeth as he threw his head back.
God, you never failed to give him the best head of his life, and you were just getting started.
More desperate airy whines slipped past his pink lips as you peppered his length with light kisses, his hips greedily bucking up at you, Sanzu needed more, âNgh! Stop being such a tease and suck me off already. We have a reservation, rememberâah!â He whined, lust-filled hunger evident in his tone.
Suddenly remembering about the dinner reservation, you didnât hesitate to put the pink head in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around the blunt tip and primarily focusing on his precum-filled slit that had Sanzu practically writhing in his seat, his face contorting with pure pleasure, back arching, and hips hungrily bucking into your mouth, causing you to hold them down,
âHaaah! Thatâs it, now take it all in like the good girl you are.â He moaned, breath shaky and unstable.
And so you did. Without hesitation, you slowly slid your mouth down his length while taking deep breaths through your nose just like had Sanzu taught you before. His grip on your hair tightened, earning a loud moan from you which sent vibrations down his cock, âOhhh fuck, youâre taking me in soângh! So well.â You started bobbing your head up and down, taking slow experimental motions with his hard cock sliding against your throat, this caused Sanzu to buck his hips higher, eager to feel the constant friction of your mouth against him.
âMhm, I told you to stop teasing, didnât I?â Sanzu growled and swiftly sat up, roughly taking the black tie loosely secured around his collar. He grabbed both your hands and pinned them behind your backâjust resting above your assâ, using his tie to keep them in place. The whole action caused you to lean forward, taking more of Sanzuâs cock into your mouth.
Sanzu leaned back into his seat, one hand gripping the headrest and the other going back into your hair as he thrusted his hips in and out of your mouth, âMhmâah! Thatâs more like it. I canât keep reminding you that Iâm still in control here.â He moaned. Sanzu gathered all of your hair and put it up in a make-shift ponytail with his hand, as it obstructed his view from your pretty mouth taking all of his dick.
With his hand wrapped securely around your loose hair, he started relentlessly thrusting up into your hot mouth, his other hand behind his head practically digging into the headrest which he knew was going to leave evident marks but he didnât care. He didnât give a fuck about potentially damaging the expensive leather of his car, when you were taking him so so well.
All you could do was sit there and take it, tears uncontrollably rolling down your cheeks which surely ruined your makeup, your knees were painfully digging into the console and thighs burning from the lack of stretch but you didnât care, all you wanted was for Sanzu to cum into your mouth.
Sanzuâs head spun as he was nearing his high, his head thrown back, lips parted, and stomach clenching from immense pleasure while he kept at his pace. His chest heaved up and down as he let out short airy desperate whines in tune with the movement of his hips, fuck, he was so close.
âIâm gonna cumângh! You better take all of my fuckinâ load like the good girl you are.â He thickly swallowed, his desperate whines turning into shallow erratic breathing, only a few more thrusts away before he topped over the edge.
Sanzuâs hips faltered as the rumbling coil deep in his stomach finally snapped, he threw his head back and arched his back as he cummed into your mouth, letting out a loud shameless moan that filled the entire vehicle. You moaned into his dick, feeling his hot cum roll down your throat as he firmly kept your head in place, his hips rolling into you to ride out his orgasm while gripping the headrest behind him, the tips of his fingers hurting from the constant pressure heâs been putting on it.
âHaah, yeah thatâs it. Such a good girl.â Sanzu praised, letting go of your hair as you eagerly lapped up some of his cum that rolled down his dick. Before he could undo the tie that bound your wrists together, his phone loudly rang, causing the both of you to jump at the sudden sound.
Sanzu quickly reached for his phone that was inside his blazer pocket and cleared his throat before answering it. âYes, yes, we will be there soon. Just got held up in traffic.â He chuckled, giving you a knowing look before bidding goodbye to whoever was on the other side of the call.
âThey were just confirming if we were still coming for our reservation.â Sanzu laughed as he pulled his tie from your wrists, âHeld up in traffic, huh.â You raised a brow at himâthroat sore from your recent activitiesâas you sat into your seat and fixed yourself up with the help of the sun visor mirror. Sanzu tucked himself back in and gave you a breathy chuckle, âThat was the first thing that popped into my mind.â
âAlso, I didnât hurt you too much, right? Got really carried away, sorry.â He sighed as he adjusted his seat into its normal upright position, looking at you with concern.
Sanzu knew that he could get too carried away during sex which causes him to become rough and unrelentless. Of course, he had already discussed this with you and to his surprise, you were okay with it, apparently you liked it rough. You shook your head, brushing him off with a smile, âItâs okay, you were enjoying yourself back there.â You laughed, sending him a teasing look.
The man next to you shook his head as he could feel warmth creeping up his cheeks and embarrassment engulfing his body. âNonsense.â He muttered before turning his car on to make your way to the dinner reservation.
Sanzuâs personality was such a contrast from the first time you met him back at the club, right off the bat, you thought he was a cocky and arrogant individual with the way he acted that night but as you got to know his personality better, he was a completely different person.
The facade that he had on back when you first met him was definitely gone. But was that really a front he just put up? It made you wonder.
Both of you calmly walked inside the exquisite restaurant like you werenât just sucking him off a couple of minutes ago. Sanzu rested a palm on the low of your back as the waiter guided you to your seats, âWhy the sudden fancy dinner?â You looked up at him, his aquamarine gaze meeting yours, Sanzu shrugged, a small smile forming upon his lips, âJust wanted to treat my baby, thatâs all. Youâve been so good for me, might reward you more, later.â He leaned closer as he spoke the last line, a hint of slyness laced in his tone.
Maybe you could actually live in this lifestyle.
Ever since Sanzu stepped into your life, there wasnât a day where you struggled anymore. No more sleepless nights of thinking how to get through tomorrow, no more stressing out about upcoming bills, and lastly, no more encountering drunk nasty old men at the club who sneered at your social status.
You could solely focus on your law degree now. You were getting better grades because the financial stress had been lifted from your shoulders, your mind wasnât wandering elsewhere during lectures, trying to think of ways of how to ration your pay for the week.
There was no other possible choice for you but to take Sanzuâs offer. If you were going to take the easy way out of your financial stress, might as well do it with someone who splendidly paid you, not only with money but with gifts and mind blowing sex.
You stared at the man sitting across you, as the waiter poured MoĂ«t & Chandon MCIII into two flute glasses, the translucent yellow liquid neatly sloshing around the glass. You admired Sanzuâs features as he mindlessly tapped at his phoneâwork related, he saidâhis expression unchanging as his thumbs swiftly typed something.
It has come to your attention that you never really knew what Sanzu did for work, every time you asked him, he would just brush it off and say something along the lines of âjust business related stuffâ and you believed him, you didnât want to push his boundaries further but you wished he was as open to you as you were with him.
Sanzu was very secretive about his phone calls too; one time, you had seen his phone ringing on his night stand while he was in the bathroom. You were about to grab his phone and take it to him, that was until he came out of the bathroom and saw you reaching for it, he practically lunged for his phone and answered it straight away while walking out of his bedroom.
The only thing you heard from Sanzu as he answered the phone was, âYes, boss?â. You knew this âbossâ was called Mikey since you had seen the caller ID while reaching for his phone. It seemed like Sanzu was working for someone in a higher position than him despite having immense wealth. Who was this Mikey, anyway?
There would also be times whenever you slept over at his penthouse, Sanzu would just disappear during ungodly hours of the morning, sometimes it would stir you awake because he always reached for his nightstand drawerâthat was always lockedâbefore he left and sometimes it would make a loud creaking sound whenever he opened it. He always tucked the item he took out from that specific drawer into his pocket.
You never knew what he took out or what other contents that drawer housed because it needed a key to be opened, a key that Sanzu always took with him. You assumed it was something heavy as he had dropped it on the rug one time, causing him to curse under his breath.
There were times where you slept alone in his bed waiting for him to come home during the night but he would never arrive, instead, he would arrive sometime in the morning, very exhausted and looked like he needed a week of sleep.
Was he being overworked? You hoped not.
You knew this relationship between you and Sanzu was just contractual and not built on any feelings but you couldnât help feeling sorry for the man. Sometimes, when it was his day off and he wasnât leaving during ungodly hours of the morning, you would catch him smoking out on his balcony instead, which overlooked the city down below. Sanzu would just stare off into the horizon, letting the tobacco completely fill his lungs.
He always looked so⊠empty.
âI have something for you later, back at home. If that's fine with you?â You were pulled from your trance by Sanzuâs voice. He tucked his phone in his blazer and gave you an expectant look. You nodded your head, âFine by me, you donât even have to ask.â
Sanzu was always like this, he always spoiled you. He was so unpredictable, in a good way. He always got you what you wanted and sometimes he would even go out of his way to personally pick and buy whatever he thought would suit you. This man spent money on you left and right without a care in the world, sometimes you would wake up with a big bouquet of roses that scented his entire penthouse because he â felt like buying you oneâ as per his words.
During the times you stayed at your dorm for the night, there would be a delivery next morning of whatever item Sanzu decided to swipe his card on, whether it be designer shoes from the most recent collection, overly priced flowers, or clothes that only catered to you, the only thing consistent was that it was expensive, it was always expensive.
You never even asked for most of the gifts he gave you but nonetheless, you were thankful for them. Although, it did overwhelm you sometimes with how much he was spending on you. One time you asked him, âWhat if you run out of money?â and Sanzu merely laughed at your question but answered, âBaby, I will never lose money. I can guarantee you that.â There was something odd about his tone when he said that but you brushed it off.
Back at his penthouse, you waltzed toward his couch and practically threw yourself on it while Sanzu wandered off to get the item he had recently bought you.Â
You still couldnât believe that he had offered you to stay with him in this penthouse for free but you had to politely decline his offer since you still liked the idea of having your own space, plus, you didnât even know when this whole thing was going to end, so it was better to be ready with a place to fall back to.
The first time you saw his penthouse, your mind was blown. The interior design screamed modern and luxurious, every corner you turned had your jaw dropping. There was a massive crystal chandelier that hung right at the centre of his living room, the walls were mainly floor-to-ceiling glass which allowed you to see breathtaking panoramic views of the city, it was truly beautiful during sunrise and sunset. The way the warm hues of the sun engulfed the whole space was just phenomenal.
His bedroom was grand and also consisted of these floor-to-ceiling glass, to which sometimes he liked to fuck you against, giving you a view of the bustling streets below as he pounded into you.
âHere.â Sanzu thrusted a rather large brown paper bag into your face, his aquamarine eyes gleaming with pure excitement. You sat up from his couch and took the paper bag, Christian Louboutin it read, written in white font.
He canât be serious, you thought.
He sat next to you as you pulled out an equally coloured shoe box, which also had the same writing as the bag. âSanzuâŠâ you gasped, giving him a look of disbelief but he only silently urged you on to open the box.
After several layers of white tissue paper, you were met with a vibrant red shoe bag that had the same writing as the paper bag and the shoe box. As you removed the shoe bag, you were met with the most breathtaking pair of shoes youâve ever seen.
They were black 130mm heeled platforms, donning its signature red bottom and consisted of a strap that would encase the ankle. The pumps were shiny underneath the chandelier light, causing you to gape at it with a curious gaze as you picked up one shoe. It was your very first pair of Louboutins and you were beyond ecstatic.
With Sanzuâs help, you managed to step into the heels. It was very comfortable despite its daunting heel size; you walked back and forth in his living room, strutting about and trying to get comfortable with the new pumps, the red bottoms loudly clicking against the tiled floors.
With a huge smile plastered on your face, you stopped in front of Sanzu, âOh my goodness, I am over the moon right now.â You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest and inhaling his musky cologne. Sanzu stroked your hair, chuckling, âAnything for my baby. You always look so pretty in the things I buy you.â
âNow, how about I reward you for being so good today?â His hand stopped right at your nape and snaked around to the front of your neck, slightly pushing you away and leaning down to give you a passionate kiss, which you didnât hesitate to return.
This time, his kisses were soft and sensual, like he wanted to savour every single moment with your lips on his but there was a slight desperation in them. You didnât miss the way Sanzuâs fingers ever so slightly tightened around your neck and the way he leaned forward to try and deepen the kiss.
He didnât spend much time with your lips and started trailing light but eager kisses down the side of your neck, earning a slight whimper from you as he bit down on a particular spot. Your hands clung to his navy blue blazer, wrinkling the expensive fabric with how much he abused your neck with his mouth.
You were already a whimpering mess and Sanzu hasnât even done anything to you, yet. He loved how responsive you were under his touches, how the slightest touch he gave elicited the prettiest sounds from you. Such a good girl for him, thatâs why he loved spoiling you.
âWait for me on the bed, princess. You know what to do, everything off except those fuckinâ heels.â Sanzu broke the kiss and gave your forehead a soft peck, ushering you to his bedroom.
You nodded and wordlessly made your way to his room, platform heels loudly making contact with the tiled floor. Every step you took had your heart racing faster with excitement, you knew you were in for a long night and Sanzu wasnât the one to hold back, especially if youâve been such a good girl for him,
Before getting on Sanzuâs bed and waiting for him there, you had obeyed his instructions and stripped down every single article of clothing that covered your body, except your new Louboutins. You patiently sat on the edge of the bed, slightly shivering at the contrast of the cool air against your exposed skin, causing goosebumps and your nipples to immediately harden.
If you were being honest, you were already wet. You knew Sanzu didnât have to do much since you were already turned on from the head you gave him in his car earlier. The way he turned into a whimpering mess despite being so domineering did things to you, it always did and you couldnât help but rub your thighs together at the thought of him.
Sanzu came in a few seconds later, one hand holding his unfastened tie and the other holding handcuffs which mischievously glimmered under the hallway light, âGood girl. Now lie back on the pillows for me, baby.â He gave you a smug smile, his long legs striding towards the bed.
He encased one wrist with a cuff, the audible click of it letting you know that there was no getting away from him now; Sanzu looped the chain that held the cuffs together around the back of a metal bar on his headboard and cuffed your other wrist, both hands now firmly situated above your head. You slightly tugged at the cuffs, it was cold against your skin but you liked it.
Sanzu also brought the black tie up to your eyes, completely obstructing your view from anything, he firmly tied a knot behind your head and gave you a peck on the lips.
With your vision obstructed and your hands bound, you could only rely on your hearing. This made everything much more exciting, the thrill of not being able to see what he was going to do next nor not being able to touch him.
You could hear the rustling of sheets and suddenly, Sanzu wasnât on the bed with you anymore, you couldnât feel his weight on the bed. You assumed he was undressing himself as you heard the loud clang of the metal buckle on his belt meet the floor, along with the rustling of fabric.
The bed dipped under Sanzuâs weight as he positioned himself near your feet, he grabbed your ankles and brought them closer to you, effectively bending your knees toward the ceiling. He crawled closer to your anticipating body, watching the way your chest heaved with desperation and mouth slightly parted, smirking at the way your Louboutins dug into the mattress.
He spread your legs apart and started kissing down your inner thighs, alternating between each leg, earning a small moan of surprise from you. Sanzu stopped at a spot dangerously near the apex of your legs, biting and sucking at the supple flesh, causing you to whine and instinctively tug at the metal cuffs around your wrist.
âYouâre already so wet for me⊠have I been neglecting my baby?â He cooed into your wet folds, lips ghosting over them to tease you. Fuck, your scent drove Sanzu crazy, he didnât even know if he was even going to last but he wanted this to be about you and you, only. He didnât care about putting his needs last, he wanted you to cum around him, and as many times as you could.
You let out a sigh of content as Sanzu flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe up your wet cunt, revelling at the way you tasted against him. He watched as you desperately yanked your wrists, making a loud clanking noise as he wrapped his mouth around your cunt, noisily sucking like his life depended on it.
Small whines escaped past your lips at Sanzuâs ministrations but soon turned into a loud moan as he shoved his stiff tongue inside, exploring every single space of your wet heat. His tongue moved in you at such speed that caused you to instinctively close your legs with the pleasure being too much to handle but Sanzu pinned both your knees sideways on the bed, his firm grip letting you know that he wasnât going to let you close your legs.
âYou canât be doing that, baby. When Iâm giving you a reward, youâll have to take all of it.â
Thatâs right. Sanzu didnât only spoil you by buying you expensive luxury items, no, he spoiled you in many different ways, and just like how you kindly accepted the things he bought you, you had to do the same thing with what he was giving you right now. Denying his mouth was equivalent to denying everything he had bought you.
Sanzu alternated between licking and sucking at your clit without faltering, causing you to near your orgasm. He looked up at you from his long prominent lashes and observed the way your stomach was clenching and back arching with pleasure, how you constantly pulled at the cuffs on your wrist hard enough to leave red marks, the way your lips were parted slightly and letting out shallow high pitched whines along with his name.
âAah! Fuck, Sanzu! Iâm going to cum.â Your hips desperately bucked up against his mouth as you came on it, head thrown back against his pillows as you cried out Sanzuâs name in a loud moan, it was music to his ears.
Sanzu lapped up your cum, sloppily licking at your cunt, causing your legs to shake at the overstimulation. If he wasnât pinning your legs down, you would have tried to close your them already. He gave your cunt one last peck before finally leaving it alone.
You panted against his mattress, legs jelly and mind hazy from just being eaten out, your arms were also burning at the uncomfortable position but you knew Sanzu was nowhere near done.
The night just had begun, and like he wrote in that piece of paper when you first met him, heâs just getting started.
He got on his knees and gave his hard cock a few strokes, groaning at the pleasure. Sanzu placed both your legs over his shoulders and grabbed the base of his cock, teasing the tip of it with your cunt, slowly rubbing up and down your wet folds but never actually putting it in.
âSanzu, pleaseâŠâ you whimpered, biting your bottom lip. He was so close but not exactly where you needed him to be.
It was truly a sight to see. Your hands bound above your head with handcuffs, your vision obstructed with his tie, your legs resting on top of his shoulders, and your newly bought Louboutins just behind his head.
Wasting no time, Sanzu slowly pushed his tip into your wet heat, already groaning at your tightness but before he could push any further, his phone loudly rang which caused both of you to jump at the sound. âFucking hell.â Sanzu scoffed, slipping out of you and placing your legs back down to grab his phone from the pile of clothes.
âSanzuuu, Iâm sure they can wait. Please, just fuck me.â You whined, craning your neck as you felt him getting off the bed but he ignored your desperate pleas and answered his phone, âWhat the fuck do you want, Haitani?â He spat, hastily making his way back to you and placing your legs up on his shoulders again.
Was he seriously about to fuck you while on call? Who was that, anyway?
Sanzu kissed the inner side of your knee before slowly pushing all the way in, letting out a hot gasp and throwing his head back at the way your hot cunt desperately sucked him in, âAh, fuck! Youâre taking me so well, baby.â He praised you, on hand settling on your hip and the other holding his phone against his ears.
âAre you seriously fucking someone right now? Sanzuââ âYouâre the one who called me during a very important moment, Ran. Now, what do you want?â You heard Sanzu reply to whoever was on the call, his voice clearly strained.
âGetting your dick wet isnât important! I was just about to ask you if you wanted to come with Rindou and I.â Ran huffed, Sanzu could tell the older man was rolling his eyes at him.
Sanzu picked up his pace, the way his balls loudly slapped against your ass could surely be heard by Ran. âNghâah! Sanzu!â a loud moan escaped your lips, causing you to quickly bite down at your bottom lip, embarrassment filling you as the male on the other side of the call most likely heard your shameless moan.
âWhy would I want toâah! Fuck! Why would I want to go with you twoângh!â He shamelessly moaned into his phone, not giving a single fuck if Ran was disgusted or not, he should be thankful he even picked up the call.
Sanzu saw the way you were biting your lip so hard that it was sure to draw blood soon, he didnât like you concealing your moans so he leaned forward and the hand that was previously on your hip was now situated on the mattress, beside your chest. This position allowed him to get deeper strokes into you, earning a loud cry of his name from you.
He was so deep and deliciously hit your g spot over and over again that you couldnât help but let out a chain of loud moans, at this point you didnât even think about the person on Sanzuâs phone, he was giving it to you so good that you had to let him know. The metal cuffs clinked against his headboard as you tried to desperately reach for something to keep you grounded with the immense pleasure you felt.
It also didnât help with how your vision was obstructed, resulting in your other senses to become heightened, you could feel pleasure at a much higher level.
Ran was saying something to Sanzu but he was too lost in pleasure to even comprehend what the fuck he was talking about. His head was spinning from pleasure, god, you were taking him so well. âMhm. You know whatâah! I donâtâoh fuck, Princess! I donât even fucking care at this point, Iâm hanging up.â Sanzu threw his head back in pleasure as he chucked his phone somewhere in the sheets but forgetting to actually end the call.
He couldnât care less. He wanted your cum around his dick.
With the distraction at bay, Sanzu focused on you. Leaning down to suck on your breasts and neck as you panted below him, âAre you close, baby?â he gritted against your neck, jaw tightening at how tight you were around him. You frantically nodded, face contorted with pleasure and lips parted, letting out desperate high pitched whines, âIângh! Iâm going to cum, Sanzu!â you cried out.
Sanzu leaned closer to your ear, âFuck, thatâs it, princess. Cum around my cock like the good girl you are.â he panted, his hot breath fanning against the side of your neck.
You arched your back in pleasure, chest pushing up against Sanzuâs as you moaned his name, followed by a string of profanities. Sanzuâs hips didnât falter one bit, despite how tight you became as you clenched around him, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and how much of a good girl you were for him as he rode out your orgasm.
âNghâah! Iâm so close.â Sanzu whined as he quickly pulled his cock out of you, desperately pumping it with his hand. He bucked his hips up at his hand and threw his head back with a loud groan as he cummed on your chest, his hands not slowing down to milk his cock down to every last drop.
You moaned at the sensation of his hot cum landing on you, arching your back to push your chest further toward him. Sanzu panted above you, seeing the way your body was decorated with his semen.
âWeâre not done yet, baby.â he chuckled.
Before he could do anything, he heard his phone beep, like someone had just ended the call. Sanzu was surprised that Ran actually stayed that long in the call, he thought Ran wouldâve ended it by the time he threw the phone elsewhere.
Sanzu was true to his words. He was not done with you until you were all spent and begging for him to stop, safe to say that you werenât going to be walking properly anytime soon and that was fine by you, it was a Friday night anyway.
You lazily lounged on Sanzuâs couch, eating and mindlessly watching whatever programme was on the TV. You were currently waiting for Sanzu to get home, apparently he got called in for work even though it was a Sunday, but oh well. He also told you not to stay up too late and try wait for him but you were stubborn.
It was late in the evening and the programme that was on was the news channel, but you didnât pay much attention to it and savoured the way your food tasted against your tongue. You could feel your eyes getting droopy by the minute but fought the urge to let sleep take over you.
âIn tonightâs news, we now focus on the countryâs most notorious crime syndicate, Bonten, as they continue to pose danger to the public⊠the people shown in this video clip are itâs executives and membersâŠâ
Instinctively, you looked up from your snack and towards the TV to see the footage of a white haired man walking and his back towards the camera. A particular design caught you off guard, it was the tattoo on the manâs nape that made you think for a while. His tattoo was of a hanafuda card that symbolised the full moon.
Have I seen that before? You thought.
You shook your head at the silly thought, how have you seen that tattoo before when the news reporter literally mentioned that it originated from the countryâs most notorious crime syndicate. Surely if you were to come across a member of that crime syndicate, you probably wouldnât even make it alive.
Trying to take your mind off the news, you switched the channel to a random one which happened to be a food channel, you could work with that. Your attention shifted over to the door, hearing it close and someone shuffling around.
Sanzu.
The man walked through the hallway, hanging his blazer on the coat rack and rolling his polo sleeves up, âBaby, what are you still doing up?â Sanzu sighed as he waltzed over to you, hands wide open to pull you into a hug. âI wanted to wait for youâŠâ you mumbled into his stomach, the smooth material of his tuxedo vest rubbing against your face.
He rubbed your cheeks and smiled down at you, his eyes filled with genuineness, âIâll just wash up real quick, okay?â You nodded and Sanzu gave you a soft peck on the forehead before heading for his bedroom.
You looked over his shoulder and trailed his figure that slowly disappeared into the hallway leading to his room, letting out a sigh youâve been holding as you could feel your heart racing faster.
There were two things that stood out to you despite his dimly lit penthouse, the first one was the hanafuda card tattoo on his left forearm and the other was the ever so slightly spots of red on his sleeves but maybe your eyes played tricks on you for that one but you surely saw his tattooed left arm.
Your mind was quick to wander elsewhere, you didnât know what to make of it. Maybe you were just overthinking it, maybe he just coincidentally got the same tattoo as the countryâs most feared syndicate, surely, right?
Besides, the odds of becoming face to face with an executive of Bonten were practically zero to none. You lived a quiet life so there was no reason for you to even encounter a member, thatâs right, your life was nothing but monotonous⊠until you met Sanzu.
Come to think of it, Sanzu never even told you where he worked or who he worked for. All you knew is that he was a busy man but still made time for you but this piece of missing information was enough to speculate. You knew it was wrong to accuse someone without hard, concrete evidence; innocent until proven guilty, your law professors taught you that.
But something inside you screamed to know the truth, you didnât know how youâll gain the information, surely not by walking up to him and going, âHey, are you part of that crime syndicate called Bonten?â
Just then, a name suddenly popped up in your head. Sanzu mentioned a name two days ago during a call.
Haitani.
That name rang a bell to you but where have you heard it before? It took you a few minutes to ponder over the somewhat familiar name but it finally clicked. Haitani, that was the name youâve heard a lot back when you were still working at the club in Roppongi. The club they owned. You didnât know much about the nameâs origin but you knew there were two of them and they basically ruled that district. Gang members.
It dawned upon you that Sanzu once mentioned that he knew the owner of the club when you first met him. It made sense. The dots all connected to one another but what were you exactly going to do?
You quickly turned the TV off and made your way to Sanzuâs bedroom, the shower was still running which indicated he was nowhere near being done. You walked into his room, your eyes immediately catching his unlocked drawer slightly ajar, the drawer that he always locked without fail, the one he always opened before he left early in the mornings.
Shallow breaths slipped past your lips as you nervously made your way toward it, taking cautious steps like something would jump out at you at any minute. Your hands nervously reached for the handle and pulled it, the loud creaking sound making you jolt.
A gun. All in its glory, lying right in the middle of the drawer and nothing else. The metal barrel shone under the bright lights of Sanzuâs bedroom, as if it was taunting you.
You took a few steps back, eyes widening at the dangerous weapon before your eyes. So many questions ran through your head and it also didnât help the way your heart was beating faster than ever.
Your head snapped toward the bathroom door as Sanzu stepped out, damp rosy pink hair, exposed chest and grey sweatpants sitting dangerously low around his waist. His eyes darted between the unreadable expression in your face and the opened drawer, tilting his head slightly to the side, he looked at you with a weird glint in his eyes,
âBaby, has no one ever taught you not to go through things that arenât yours?â His voice laced with venom as he took long strides towards you, his slender fingers making its way to your chin to firmly hold it in place.
Avoiding his eye contact, you muttered a small apology, closing your eyes which only made Sanzu smirk, âGuess Iâll have to teach you a lesson, huh?â Before you could say anything, he closed the gap between your lips, his other hand silently reaching for the 9mm in the drawer and placed it in his pocket. It wasnât loaded, Sanzu knew better than to load his gun with bullets with you around his penthouse.
He backed you into the floor-to-ceiling glass before deepening the kiss; his kisses were rough and needy, the way his lips hungrily moved against yours told you that he was desperate. You didnât hesitate to return his kiss in the same manner, your mind slowly forgetting about this whole thing but it was still there, in the back of your head, waiting to be unravelled.
Sanzuâs hand snaked inside your pants, giving tight circles around your clothed clit, causing you to moan into his mouth. He didnât have to do much to get you dripping, after all, his light kisses and fingers were enough to have you begging on your knees for him. That was the effect he had on you, he was like drugs and you needed a dose of him everyday.
âYou better be all ears for me, baby. Iâm only teaching you this lesson once.â
In no time, you were out of your shirt as he turned your body around and pressed your exposed front against the cold surface of the glass, your breath immediately fogging it up. Sanzu trailed kisses down your nape and sucked at a spot on your back, earning a small moan from you. His hands wandered to your chest, each roughly massaging a breast, pulling and groping it.
âMhm⊠Sanzu, please.â
Sanzu wasted no time to pull your pants down, slightly shivering at the sudden cool air that hit your exposed legs; he swiftly pulled his stiff cock out of his sweatpants and teased your wet folds through your panties. Your nails scraped against the smooth glass as Sanzu continued with his teasing, tears almost forming in your eyes at how turned on you were.
But he was just as horny as you, so he pushed your panties aside and slid his cock in, bottoming out in one go. You threw your head back against his shoulders, your hands balling into fists against the fogged up glass, âHah, Sanzu!â
âSuch a slut for me, arenât you?â Sanzu chuckled, pulling out his unloaded 9mm and firmly pressing it against your neck, your walls tightly clenched around his dick at the cool sensation of the barrel against your skin, Sanzu also noticed this and from there on, he saw red.
He picked up his pace, hips roughly fucking up into you at the fastest pace he could possibly attain, âYou like it when I use my gun on you? You like the thrill of that? What a fucking slut.â Sanzu whispered into your hair, teeth gritting at the way your walls deliciously hugged his cock, you were so tight that he literally had to let his mind wander somewhere else so he wouldnât cum right then and there.
You could only moan at his questions, your breasts tightly pressing against the glass surface as your back arched due to Sanzuâs merciless hips. Nothing else was on your mind now, just his cock and the way he was hitting your g-spot with every single thrust of his hips.
His gun made its way to your lips, âSuck on it.â He demanded and you didnât hesitate to open your mouth and place your lips around the tip of his gun, tongue swirling and sucking on it like it was Sanzuâs dick.
Sanzu cursed against your neck as he heard the wet squelches of your mouth working against his gun, the way your head desperately leaned into the 9mm as if you wanted more, the way you moaned around it the same way you would with his dick. His grip on the weapon tightened, fuck, you were so filthy.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as Sanzu hooked his free hand on the back of your knee and brought it up against the glass, he was much deeper this time and it turned you into nothing but a teary moaning mess around his 9mm. You were so close to cumming.
High pitched whines escaped your lips every time his crotch slapped against your ass, there wasnât anything you could do but fist your hands into the glass and moan against the weapon that he held up your lips.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum! Cum with me, princessâŠâ Sanzu groaned, inhaling the scent of your hair as he sealed his eyes shut at the immense pleasure. He pushed his gun further into your mouth as you reached your orgasm, causing you to moan loudly and tightly clench around his dick, your legs shaking and nails scraping against the glass surface at the intense sensation you felt.
Sanzu stilled his hips as he came and roughly pushed his dick inside you, causing you tiptoe a bit. He moaned against your back, the grip around your knee tightening, a string of profanities slipped past his lips as you rode out his orgasm by clenching around him.
That night, Sanzu came clean to you. He was indeed part of Bonten and even had a high position as the second-in-command. He told you how you were free to terminate the contract between the two of you because he would understand the fear it instilled within you but he did let you know that he would make sure no harm would come your way, if you decided to stay.
It was pretty self explanatory about why he kept you in the dark about the truth about his job, but he also told you how you helped him take his mind off all the fucked up things he has done. Thatâs why he had no problem giving and spending large amounts of money on you, after all, it was just dirty money anyway. He figured he could at least put it to good use.
Sanzu has also opened up about how he had practically stopped popping pills left and right ever since he became your sugar daddy, it was a very different world with you, he felt emotions heâs never felt before and feelings heâs never had before.
The world with Bonten often left him feeling empty, a void where his heart should be that he filled by abusing drugs just to get a quick high to try and forget about the horrors of what he has done to innocent people.
You always thought that Sanzu being your sugar daddy only benefited you, but little did you know it actually benefited him more than you could imagine. You needed his money and he needed your company, you needed each other to get through life.
He asked you that night if you were still going to stay with him despite his criminal status.
If playing with fire was your only ticket to living the lavish lifestyle, then you wouldnât hesitate dancing with the devil in disguise, also known as Haruchiyo Sanzu, Bontenâs second-in-command.
Pairing: Kishibe x Fem! Reader
Warnings: NSFW, age gap (Kishibe is however old he is â 50? Reader is late twenties), smoking, alcohol, Â reader goes through a breakup but itâs not a bad one
Length: 4k
Song: Guys My Age â Hey Violet
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
âOh for fuckâs sake,â you read your phoneâs screen again and cussed, throwing yourself down on the hotel bed with a thump.
âTrouble in paradise?â Kishibe looked over from the windowsill, the smoke swirling around his head in a sunlit halo.
âMore like, good riddance to bad rubbish,â you groaned, dropping your phone to the mattress beside you.
âAt least one of my problems has the good grace to sort itself out,â you grumbled, leaning back and pinching the bridge of your nose.
âWhich one of your problems was it? Rent? The boyfriend? Makima?â you peered at Kishibe from where you lay, squinting at him in confusion. Since when did he care?
âIf it was Makima, I think weâd be in a very different position right now,â You answered, gesturing to the rundown hotel you were currently staying in. Kishibe scoffed out a chuckle and took a sip from his flask, offering it to you when you eyed the way his Adamâs apple bobbed when he drank. You took the flask with thanks and threw it back, relishing the honeyed burn of the whiskey as it spilt down your supple throat. You missed how Kishibe watched you drink, how his dark eyes narrowed when a drop of liquor slipped past your lips and down your chin, trickling in its cinnamon sweetness down your silken neck. You cleared your throat.
 âItâs the boyfriend,â you chuckled drily, âThe trash took itself out this time.â Kishibe raised a brow.
âTsunada broke up with you?â once more, you squinted at Kishibe, wondering when he had ever bothered learning the name of the third division hunter you were dating for the last six months. Emphasis on âwereâ, as the man in question had just broken up with you for being âtoo seriousâ.
âYep,â You flopped back on the bed, a blood spatter of red and white on the navy sheets.
âYou should wash,â Kishibe instructed, and you groaned, wanting to throw yourself on the bed and sleep for the next ten years. But Kishibe had drinking plans, and as his partner, it was expected that you join him. You rolled yourself upward and grabbed your bag from the end of the bed, leaving Kishibe to seat himself on the twin bed on the other side of the room. You threw his towel at him as you closed the bathroom door, muttering about âold men getting sickâ and you not wanting to play nursemaid if he got ill from leaving his hair wet. You barely heard his reply but knew it had something to do with what youâd look like in a nurseâs uniform. You flushed at the thought, and slapping your cheeks at your embarrassment, stepped into the shower. The room still smelled of him, of heady musk and light pine, of cinnamon cigarettes and expensive aftershave, and as you breathed him in, you realised how truly fucked you were.
You were in love with Kishibe. Undoubtedly, irrevocably in love. After three years as his rookie partner, youâd fallen into a neat rhythm with the older man, quickly becoming the most efficient pair of hunters in Public Safety. The rumours swirled in your wake, the young pup to charm the old war dog, the only partner to last through Kishibeâs rough training and still come out of it semi-sane on the other side. Not that youâd claim to be sane. Not after all the things you had seen. Not after falling for a man nearly twice your age and as emotionally unavailable as a stray black cat. Tsunada had been a distraction, as had the three guys before him. All young and bright-eyed boys whose reckless charm and careless caresses had only barely filled the aching gap in your heart, so empty of cynicism and bitter whiskey. You undid your hair, grimacing at the flicker of dried blood that fell from your tresses. You plunged in to wash your hair, scrubbing your skull so hard, hoping that you could scrub yourself clean of Kishibe.
Today had been another successful hunt, way out in the boondocks of some country town, where a Corruption Devil had settled in. It had taken you more than half a day to get to the town, but less than two hours to get rid of the devil, and now you were stuck halfway home, forced to stay the night in a hotel. It wasnât the first time you had been forced to share a hotel room with Kishibe, but it was the first time neither had been so mortally wounded to require around-the-clock nursing. You wondered if the same easy silence that filled your sunlit hours would pervade the darkness as well. You hoped it would, and the warm uneasiness that had been building up in your lower stomach over the last year or so would disappear into the night, along with the sounds of Kishibeâs chainsaw snoring.
You shook your hair out, happy only once the water ran clean and stepped out of the shower. You needed a distraction. From your ex-boyfriend. From Kishibe. For whatever feelings you had for Kishibe. You rinsed yourself off and rummaged in your bag, pulling out a fresh white shirt. You thought to the night of drinking ahead and wondered if Kishibe would let you get some company for yourself this evening. You needed it. Needed the rush of playing cat-and-mouse, of fumbling hands in the dark, of losing yourself in someone elseâs body for the first time in months. You left a few buttons undone, showing off a tasteful sliver of cleavage as you huffed and puffed back into your trousers. You did your hair and face, sure to put on a lipstick that screamed âfuck me,â and stepped out of the bathroom.
Kishibe choked on his flask, hacking up what sounded like half a lung when he saw you exit the bathroom.
 âWhat?â was all you said, raising your eyebrow as the man, âdid you forget I was a woman?â Kishibe could only cough in response. You grabbed your jacket,
âLetâs go.â
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You werenât drunk enough for this. Not for this drivelling conversation and certainly not for the slimy pickup lines slithering from the hunter across the table. Kishibe was lost in a conversation, nodding and hemming along to whatever was being said by the senior hunters. You needed a smoke. You scrambled to your feet, meeting Kishibeâs eyes as he looked across at your movement. You motioned that you were going for a smoke and he nodded in understanding.
You broke free into the darkness, breathing in the heady scent of wet asphalt and city lights. You rounded a corner into an alley and fiddled around in your jacket pocket, retrieving a pack of cigarettes and a light. You flickered the flame to life, thinking of all the times you had lit Kishibeâs smokes, leaning in between gaps in the rain, sharing breaths in the muggy air. Smoke trickled from your mouth in a dark dragon of grey and blue, the clouds catching the reflection of the neon sign of the bar above your head.
 âHey baby,â came a dark coo, and you tilted your head to peer into the dark.
 âKishibe?â you asked, despite knowing it wasnât him. You would know his voice anywhere, that deep soft rasp that stirred your lower stomach into a fluttering of iron butterflies.
âAw, darling, you wound me. As if I would ever come close to that gross old bastard.â It was the hunter from before, the one whose pickup lines were worse than any of the drivel Tsunada had fed you.
âIâm not interested,â you gave a polite smile and prepared to go back inside.
âReally, because you were giving me bedroom eyes back there,â he approached you, coming closer and closer, tainting the air with the bitter tang of beer and old cigarettes
 âYou made an incorrect assumption then,â you corrected him, straightening out and preparing to throw your cigarette out onto the damp concrete. A pity, you wanted to savour it. He crowded up to you, using his height against you, casting a shadow over your shorter form. You looked up at him, tilting your head and squinting.
âAw, donât be so frigid, baby,â he leaned his hand above your head, effectively pinning you between the wall and his body. You sighed. You really didnât want to start a fight, especially not with another hunter.
âShe isnât being frigid, boy, sheâs being polite,â oh, that smoke-saturated voice soothed you, getting you to drop your guard as you saw Kishibe flicker into view.
âGet lost, punk,â he said, motioning for the guy to walk, and the idiot listened, suddenly aware that he was between the two toughest devil hunters in the agency. Kishibe came to stand beside you, cigarette already clenched between his teeth. You lit up for him, relishing the way he leaned in close, the scent of his aftershave rolling down your spine. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall next to you.
âDid I ever tell you that you have shit taste in men?â he asked, and you snorted.
âNo, but I believe you,â you answered, shaking your head.
âWhy do you go for punks like him?â
âI donât know,â you huffed, âtheir boyish charm,â you lied. Kishibe tsked.
"Clearly you need a real man,â he said, and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. What was he playing at? You shrugged.
 âUnfortunately, those are hard to come by, unless you know any takers?â you jibed, a little gutsy, now that you werenât looking Kishibe in the dark, depthless eyes.
âI could name a few,â he grunted, and this time you properly turned and looked at him. He took a step toward you, moving closer than ever before, a mere breath away. He looked down at you, all rippling muscles and rugged scars.
âAnd would your name be on that list?â You closed your eyes as you asked, hating to see the reaction in his eyes. You could feel him, almost sense his body around you, surrounding you.
âWell, youâd never have to go out dressed like this again,â a single calloused finger traced the low fit of your shirt, almost brushing your breasts.
âOr mess around with those boys again,â he rumbled, his finger trailing up your throat, where he gripped your chin.
âTell me, princess,â he rumbled, âdid that bastard even make you cum?â You were sure he could feel the blush radiating off your cheeks, but you bit your lower lip and shook your head.
The noise that left Kishibeâs throat was dark and deep as it vibrated through you, sending shivers down your spine as he leaned down. He was just a whiskeyâs breath away, all cinnamon and sinful musk, his dark eyes watching your face as he drew closer.
 âTell me to stop,â he said, and you threw all caution to the wind. You grabbed his tie and pulled him down, crashing your lips to his, tasting the bitter tang of beer on his lips. For a moment, Kishibe paused, his eyes wide open, before he was kissing you, driving you back into the wall, stealing every gasp of air from your desperate lips.
 âFuck,â he cursed as he pinned you to the cold bricks behind you, pressing his tongue past your teeth and flooding you with the taste of him. His hands seemed reluctant to touch you, so you grabbed them from the wall behind you and settled his hands on your waist and hips. His thick hands were eager, filling you with warmth as he gripped and groped at your flesh. His hips found yours, pressing you even deeper into the wall, his thigh coming in between your legs to push at the apex of your legs. You whine, feeling him rub his thigh over your needy cunt and his hips stutter against yours.
âThatâs it, pretty girl,â he gripped your hips, rocking them over his thigh, fucking you on his leg. You moan his name, and he groans, stopping and grabbing your hands as they explore his toned chest.
For a moment you think he wants to stop, that heâs rejecting you, and you feel like you could curl up and disappear, but he reads the bright fear in your eyes and leans in, pressing a single chaste kiss to your swollen lips.
 âRelax doll, Iâm only taking you somewhere else,â he rumbled, âsomewhere no one can interrupt us.â
You blindly followed him through the dark, stumbling behind him as he makes the short trip back to your dingy hotel room. He held your hand the whole time, large and warm and engulfing yours in its calloused grip. Once in the elevator, he turned to you, dark eyes suddenly serious, despite the hunterâs light that shone deep in their murky depths.
 âThis is your last chance, sweetheart,â He stepped closer, crowding you into the corner of the lift, his trench coat shielding you from view, âTell this dirty old man to stop.â
âWhy would I?â you answered, grabbing at the lapels of his jacket, reaching up on your tiptoes to lay a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, where his scar severed his face. He groaned at your featherlight touch, his hand coming up behind your head to meld your lips to his, holding you tight to his body, so that you could feel his muscles ripple against your tender touch. He only tore away when the elevator dinged your sudden arrival and then he was gone again, practically dragging you through the door and pressing you up against the cool wood, his mouth meeting yours once again. He pushed your jacket from your shoulders, gripping your upper arms tight as he laid a trail of sloppy kisses down your jaw. He sucked your skin into his mouth, nipping and suckling at the skin until he was sure he had left his mark on you. You shucked his jacket off as well, throwing the heavy canvas aside and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He was quick to do the same, exposing your tits to his hungry mouth as he cupped you beneath your bra.
 âFuck, look at these tits,â he cooed, squeezing and groping at the soft flesh, âSo fucking beautiful, better than I ever imagined,â he groaned, biting and teasing your nipple through the fabric of your bra. He scraped his teeth up your chest, slithering his hands down the slope of your stomach until he reached the waistband of your pants. He made quick work of the belt and zipper, sending your pants to your knees as he teased your clit through the fabric. Your hips bucked, unused to any decent touch and you blushed, flushed hot by the sudden attention after being neglected for so long. Kishibe kissed you harshly again, biting your lower lip back with a pop before skimming down your body. He nipped at your stomach, lathing his love over your belly, pulling down your panties. He watched a thin string of your arousal cling to the fabric and he hummed, helping you step out of your clothes. He knelt before you, reverent in his worship, fumbling prayer from his scarred lips as he licked and sucked at the skin around your cunt. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and sunk his tongue into your cunt, his huge hands engulfing your hips to stop you from bucking onto his face. He licked a slow stripe up your pussy, finding your clit and swirling his tongue around it until you could feel your cunt clench around nothing.
âYouâre gonna cum on my face, princess,â Kishibe told you, murmuring into your slick silken skin, âand then youâre gonna cum on my cock, yeah?â, he lapped at you before you could respond, pulling a low keen from your pouty lips before your voice broke into shattered pants. His tongue worked wonders, pressing the hot wet muscle up and into your pussy, effectively fucking you with his tongue. His one hand left your hips, trailing down your thigh and coming up below his chin. The first finger felt like heaven, pushing past your soft velvet walls into your pulsing pussy, reaching, searching until he found the spot that had you shuddering, hips shaking in his grip. He slowly pumped his finger inside you, pushing and pressing as you whined and moaned above him, his mouth never leaving your clit as he traced the kanji of his name over the bundle of nerves. The second finger had your knees buckling, his fingers thicker and heavier than your own, stretching your cunt out to take his cock. He kept sucking at your clit, sending shivers down your spine as he worked you toward climax. His third finger was a surprise, welcomed with a hushed gasp and whimper from your swollen lips as he pushed his knuckles past your puffy folds.
âThatâs it, doll,â he encouraged, âtake them all.â You could feel pressure pulsing in your lower stomach, sending strawberry starbursts up your spine. You felt dizzy, drowning in the sound of Kishibe lapping and slurping at your cunt. You could feel your climax build, and by the clench of your cunt, Kishibe knew you were close too. He renewed his pumping into your cunt and sucked hard on your clit, tossing you over the edge into a starstruck spiral of static pleasure. He groaned as you came, sucking and lapping up all that seeped from your pretty pussy.
âThatâs my girl,â he rumbled, rising from a crouch and kissing you hard. He gripped your hips to his, holding you up against the wall as your knees shook. You tasted yourself on his tongue, moaning at the saccharine tartness as his tongue slipped into your mouth. He stepped back with you stumbling after, holding you upright and pushing you softly down onto the nearest mattress. You bounced on the springy softness, looking up at Kishibe with wide doe-eyes, already fucked out on the orgasm wrought by his tongue and fingers. You stared at him through dreamy eyes, sitting up and reaching for his belt buckle.
 âEasy there, sweetheart,â Kishibeâs hands cover yours, âare you sure you want this?â he asked. You blinked up at him and grabbed his tie, tugging him further down to reach your eye level.
 âI want you, Kishibe,â you soothed, âshow me how a real man fucks.â He swore then, unhooking his belt and dropping his pants quickly as he crawled over you on the bed. You reached down to palm him through his boxers, revelling in the hissed breath that caught low in his throat as you gripped his thick length. He was big, thick and heavy in your hand as you slipped your fingers below his waistband. You smoothed your fingers over his velvet head, smearing pre down his shaft as you pumped him in your hands. He groaned, a restrained grunt spilling past clenched teeth as he moved your hands away and shifted his boxers down and away. You were now bare to each other, your glistening pussy to his twitching length, chest to chest, skin to skin. He leaned down to kiss you again, this time softly as he ran his cock through your soaked folds. You moaned as his cockhead hit your clit, feeling waves of static ripple down your spine. He pressed his cockhead at your entrance.
âYou ready, princess?â he gravelled, and you nodded eagerly, your soft silken folds leaving trails of slick on his pulsing skin.
 âYes,â You panted, âplease, Kishibe,â you huffed, the breath pushed from your lungs as he began to ease his cock into your cunt. You groaned at the tight strawberry stretch, sending sparks through your limbs. He filled you slowly, surely, stretching you out until you felt split by his heavy cock.
 âFuck, doll,â Kishibe paused, slinging your leg up onto his shoulder, âyouâre so fucking tight, hah?â He pressed you into the mattress, leaning down and folding you in two as his cock sunk in to the hilt. You gasped, feeling him in the pit of your stomach, twitching in impatience. He paused for a brief moment, as the pair of you caught your breath, you reaching up to him to pull his head down for a kiss, all teeth and tongue and spit as he sucked on your lower lip. He moved languidly, rolling his hips back and out of your plush cunt, and back in with a muted hiss. He set a slow pace, making you feel every inch of him as he ebbed and flowed over your trembling body. His cock reached the deepest part of you, brushing up and over the points that had your eyes rolling back and jaw clenching. You muffled your whines with your hand, reaching up to bite your fist as Kishibeâs hips made contact with yours. He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head.
 âLet me hear those noises, pretty girl, else I wonât be so gentle,â Kishibe warned, nipping the supple skin of your throat.
 âI never asked you to be gentle,â you pouted and prompted a low groan to trickle from Kishibeâs throat.
 âWhy?â he snarled, âYou want it rough, doll?â he asked, slamming his hips into you with a sudden rush. You scrambled, fingers white-knuckled as your fisted the sheets above your head, your back arching deep as he pressed the pressure point in your cunt.
 âYes!â you exclaimed, pressing your tits up into his chest. He gripped your hips, hard enough to leave a mark there come tomorrow, and pulled you onto his cock, stopping slightly before setting off at a brutal pace. The sounds of skin on skin surrounded you, wet and sticky and soaked with sweat as Kishibe pounded mercilessly into your pussy, a string of grunts and growls spilling from his lips to your chest. You mewled, releasing your wrists to sink your fingers deep into the muscles of his back, feeling the muscles shift and ripple beneath your clawing nails. You were sure you drew blood, but couldnât tell as pressure bloomed deep inside your core, burning through your limbs with the fury of a forest fire. Kishibe could feel you clench around him, so soft and strong as his cock pumped into your plush pussy. He stopped, grabbing you by the back of your knees and pushing your legs to your chest. He pistoned into your cunt with speed, his one hand coming down to rub quick circles around your clit. You quickly drew close to climax, feeling each press of his cock deep in your cunt and every swipe of his thumb sending you closer and closer.
âIâm gonna â â You panted, âIâm gonna cum!â you breathed, keening as the first shudders of your body shook you to your core.
 âThen cum, sweetheart, cum for me,â he groaned in your ear, increasing pressure on your clit until you were shaking in the cage of his arms, limbs twitching and trembling as he fucked you through your high. His name was the only word to fall from your lips, slurred out slowly as he spilt himself deep into your cunt.
 âFuck,â he grunted, holding himself over you as his hips stilled against yours. You whined when he pulled out, already missing the warmth of his hale body as he withdrew from you. He stepped into the bathroom briefly, exiting only when he saw you shakily try to get off the bed. He tipped you back onto the mattress, a warm washcloth in hand.
 âDonât run away so fast,â he scolded, gently, rubbing at your battered thighs and leaking cunt.
 âIâm not running,â you said and he looked at you. He crouched before you and reached up to cup your jaw.
âYou can run, I wonât stop you. But know that Iâll be coming for you,â he kissed your cheek, âYouâre mine now, princess.â
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Warnings/Tags: pwp, age difference, dirty talk, teasing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, outdoor-sex, semi-public sex, Kishibe being a horny bastard.
Summary: After a surprisingly successful mission, you and your teammates decide to grab some drinks. Kishibe, your captain, agrees to come along and have some fun with the team.
Little you knew the night would bring you more than alcohol and laughter. A special reward for your victory was waiting for you in the shape of an old hunter with a liking for booze, killing demons... and you.
A/N: When it comes to this man, I just can't get my mind out of the gutter đ„”đ„”đ„”
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The night is young, alcohol is flowing, and conversations are getting livelier and livelier. The atmosphere is filled with camaraderie and the satisfaction of knowing that the entire team survived the last mission. Today there are enough reasons to celebrate.
Your job as a demon hunter has taught you -the hard way- that you only live once, and you have to live each day as if it were your last. Tonight, it means getting drunk and forgetting about the world for a while.
On the other side of the small wooden table -right in front of you- sits the legendary Captain Kishibe nursing his fifth glass of whiskey. You still find it hard to believe that he has accepted your invitation to come along, but you are glad he has. His presence makes you feel safe. After all, thanks to him, many of those present did not suffer a slow and painful death. But there is something beyond your admiration for him, something less noble and more primitive.Â
Your eyes travel from Kishibe's long fingers to his strong biceps -visible under the white fabric of his shirt- then to his mouth. Letting your imagination run wild, you press your thighs together, trying in vain to relieve the tension that continues to increase with each fantasy. Your body temperature rises, and you open a couple of buttons on your shirt to cool down.
Kishibe has drunk a lot, but his perception has not been affected. For several minutes now, the hunter has noticed the weight of your gaze on him. More than being annoying, it arouses his curiosity. Once your attention makes it hard for him to concentrate on the conversation with other teammates, he turns to look at you. His deep grey eyes seem to search your soul until they reveal your darkest secret. Everything is so sudden that you don't have time to hide your longing gaze.
Oh, little bunny. If you come closer, I might eat you alive. Kishibe thinks, emptying his glass while he holds your gaze. He needs nothing more than to look into your eyes to know what you want from him. Hot blood rushes through his veins at the possibility of having found a new toy, and suddenly the night becomes a lot more interesting. Will you let me sink my fangs into your soft flesh? The question floats in his mind, and he wishes you could read his thoughts and see all he can offer you if you accept his proposal.
If alcohol wasn't starting to cloud your common sense, you'd probably be ashamed of the improper way you look at your superior. But lucky for you, he doesn't seem to mind it at all. You might even say he enjoys it. Kishibe's eyes are glued to you. His fingers stroke the empty glass between them with the sole intention of torturing you. Finally, the tingling sensation between your legs and the effort you're making not to jump on him and rip his clothes off in front of the whole division force you to get up, excuse yourself and go out for some fresh air. Maybe the older hunter will get the hint and decide to follow you, or the breeze will turn off your arousal. Either way, you would be happy.
The chill air blows gently on your face, the sounds of the city surround you in their chaotic melody, and you close your eyes, letting them clear your mind. Five more minutes, and you can go back inside with your teammates without worrying about the effect Kishibe has on you. But when you thought you were back to normal, you perceive the restaurant door open behind you, then the distinctive click of a lighter. Your heart skips a beat, and you open your eyes wide to be met by the imposing presence of your captain.
"I know what you want, Y/N." Kishibe's deep voice prevents any other sound from reaching your ears, claiming your attention.
A few moments before, you would have pulled him to you to catch his lips in a fiery kiss, but the hustle and bustle in the street have mitigated the effect of those glasses of beer you drank as if it were water. Now shame returns to keep you from making a fool of yourself.
"I-I-I don't know..." you try to lie, but his intense gaze frustrates any attempt to pretend you don't know what he means. Instead, you decide to shut up and avoid his eyes, clenching your fists as if it might keep your cheeks from turning crimson.
"It's okay," Kishibe reassures, blowing some smoke as he approaches. "There's no need to deny it. I saw the way you were looking at me back there. I am not blind, you know?" he reveals matter-of-factly without a hint of anger or discomfort.
What now? You ask yourself, afraid to answer your question. A side of you wants to apologize, blame it on the alcohol, and pray it won't get you in trouble. But the other one -the one who's currently winning- wants to move forward, to take the first step and beg your superior to rail you because your arousal would drive you mad otherwise. Because you need him buried deep inside you since the first time you crossed paths with him and his sinful magnetism.
"Do you want it now?" Kishibe offers, with a voice like dark chocolate, rough and tempting. The cigarette burning in his fingers falls to the floor and dies under the sole of his combat boots.
The hunter's movements are calm, and his face remains serene, but just like you, he can't wait to touch you, to have you wrapped around him and make you moan his name again and again. If it wasn't because you are in the middle of a celebration and his presence is required to boost the team's confidence, he'd take you home and spend the whole night making you come until you beg him to stop. But he knows that would be too much to ask. He'll have to settle for a few minutes, knowing it will be enough to become your new addiction.
"Yes," you reply immediately, forgetting the rules, the chain of command, and the shame you'll feel tomorrow when alcohol is no longer flowing through your veins. The hunter answers your impatience with a satisfied grin and a soft "Come with me."
An eternity passes as you follow your superior into a dark alley behind the bar. The pounding of your heart in your ears prevents you from hearing your footsteps, and your body trembles despite the fire burning inside you. Suddenly, as if you've fast-forwarded the scene with an invisible remote control, you find yourself with your back against the wall and Kishibe's hand pinning your wrists above your head. His scent of sandalwood, fine cigarettes, and whiskey is intoxicating, and you can't help but take a deep breath to let it invade you. The hunter gives you one last predatory glance before catching your mouth in a passionate kiss. The desperate whine coming out of you makes him chuckle. From that moment on and at the same time, everything happens fast and slowly.
With the swiftness that comes with years of physical training, the hunter lifts you effortlessly, placing your legs on either side of his waist. His mouth seeks yours again in a mind-numbing, breathtaking kiss. His tongue finds its way between your soft lips to intoxicate itself with your taste. His already stiff cock presses hard against your clothed core making you whimper and tighten your legs around him.
"Good girl," Kishibe praises, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes, chuckling when they roll back into your head as soon as he begins to move his hips, teasing you. Making you impossibly wet with every inch of his erection rubbing against your slit at a deliciously even pace.
"Kishibe-san~," you mewl with your fingers tangled in his hair and with his mouth leaving wet kisses on your neck. His strong hands squeeze your butt, and your walls throb, desperate to be filled to the brim by his rock-hard cock. Lust has set your body ablaze, and your only goal now is to surrender to Kishibe's desires, to let him use you in every way he wants.
"What is it, sweetheart?" The hunter whispers against your skin, pretending not to notice that you're entirely under his spell. "Do you want me to fuck you hard ?" He husks, pressing the tip of his erection to your nub.
"Yes... please, " you beg, bucking your hips and cursing the few millimeters of cloth that get in the way between your bodies. "I need you."
"Oh, Y/N. It will be a pleasure to ruin you." Kishibe grunts before nibbling on your collarbone, allowing himself to enjoy for a few more seconds those faint desperate noises that tear from you every one of his caresses. "Turn around and undo your pants, doll," he commands after a while, putting you down.
Despite your trembling legs, you do as he says as fast as you can. You unbutton your pants and let them drop to your ankles, shivering as your red-hot skin meets the cold night air. Behind you, the hunter frees his erection, giving it a few pumps as he takes in your figure and your ass raised towards him like an offering.
Kishibe approaches you slowly, his stiff member resting on your buttocks while a callused hand snakes inside your soaked panties, exploring, making you squirm with neediness. You're already a heavy-breathing mess when deft fingers find your nub and begin pressing slow circles over it. With his name on your lips, you throw your head back against his shoulder as you spread your legs to give him more room to play.
Lucky for you, the hunter doesn't need any more clues to know what you want. A single digit caresses your swollen lips before sliding inside your warm walls, and you press your eyes shut, biting back a moan. A second and third finger join not long after, bringing you closer to the stars. The hunter has you writhing desperately against his hand a few moments later.
"Does it feel good?" Kishibe breathes in your ear as if he doesn't know the answer already, as if the way you fuck his fingers isn't enough proof that you're enjoying every second of it. The hunter wishes he'd had more time to tease you. The way you beg for his cock is like music to his ears, and he could listen to it all night long, but your ass rubbing against his erection is making him lose his patience.
After fumbling in his pockets, the hunter finally founds a small plastic wrapper. With a hoarse "hold on, doll." and a featherlight kiss on your shoulder, Kishibe withdraws his fingers from you to open the packaging and unroll the condom over his dripping member before coating it with your glistening juices. His heart races as he pulls your panties down and guides his tip to your dripping slit.
"Are you ready for me, my little bunny?" Kishibe husks. The pleading "yes" coming out of you is all he needs to hear before entering you slowly with a drawn-out grunt that reverberates throughout your body. His hands slide down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he takes time to savor -with closed eyes- the way your wetness swallows him whole. Reminding himself that both of you must return before raising suspicion, the hunter begins to move in a slow, sensual rhythm.
Finally, what you had been fantasizing about for so long has come true. Kishibes's thick cock feels better than you ever imagine, and your mind stops functioning. Your vocabulary is soon reduced to two syllables and a common curse word. The hunter stretches your walls so deliciously that you can't help but moan his name out loud as you pull him closer against your back, bringing his mouth to your neck and lifting your buttocks to take him deeper.
"Fuck me harder," you plead when the fire burning inside you needs more fuel and when the sublime ache between your legs compels you to pursue its explosive end. Unknowingly, you have just awakened the beast inside the hunter. Following your command, the gentle pace of Kishibe's thrusts increases to become a relentless pounding. The chaotic sound of the city can barely muffle your melodious moans and the hunter's low grunts. Squelching noises mix with breathy curses as you bend over to allow him a better angle, finding support in the damp wall in front of you.
"Ohhh, Y/N... I might get used to fuck that sweet pussy of yours," Kishibe growls, watching himself disappear again and again inside your warmth. Amidst cries of pleasure, you agree to his disguised proposition, and the hunter feels himself throb. If he isn't careful, he might get too carried away and finish quicker than intended.
In the enticing torture of unmeasured lust, you reach for his hand and guide it to your pulsating clit. The hunter can't help but smile as you show him how badly you need him to finish the job. With his fingers eagerly rubbing your sensitive spot and his hips smacking against yours with every powerful thrust, you feel yourself ascending faster and faster to that paradise that only those who dare to give free rein to their desires can reach.
With his name on your lips and shudders of pleasure flowing through your body, you finally surrender to the sweet bliss of your orgasm. Amid ecstasy, you notice how Kishibe's breathing becomes shallower, and the pace of his pounding becomes more erratic. Soon after, he's joining you in heaven with short and breathy curses.
*****
Once you get your breaths back and have finished adjusting your clothes and hair, the two of you return to the restaurant. Your legs are still a little clumsy, and you blush when you remember what happened just a few minutes ago and a few meters away. The man next to you, on the other hand, looks as calm and neutral as ever, except when he turns to look at you and gives you a knowing wink.
Most of your teammates have already passed out on the table, and the rest -who are still a little conscious- are calling cabs for the whole team. The young man -who's been working with you for the past seven months- waves at you when you come closer. His gaze is blurry, and the stupid grin on his face is a sign that tomorrow he will wake up wishing he had died during the mission.
"Y/N! I-I... thought you had... gonehome," His words slur, and you barely understand what he's saying. "Are y-you... comingwithus?... We are s-sharing a cab." He concludes, trying to point with a akward finger at the people he means by "us."
"It's okay. Y/N was having a smoke with me," Kishibe replies before you even can come up with an answer. "And no, I already offered to take her home..." he adds before turning to you and lowering his tone. "That, in case you're ready for a second round."
The warmth of a deep blush crawls up your neck. The boldness of Kishibe's offer takes you aback. But you would never forgive yourself if you turned it down, not after having a small try at your captain's talents. After checking that no one else had listened to that last sentence, you stroke your partner's shoulder and wave your team goodbye.
"Let's go, " you reply, and Kishibe's shit-eating grin makes you doubt for a moment if you made the right decision.
18+, oral, exhibition, slapping, spitting, getting caught, praise, ran being a dick, dacryphilia, short, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned
You did as he asked you and he spit into your face before giving you a quick but hard slap, rin then pushed his dick back against your lips for you to wrap them around your boyfriends throbbing and veiny cock.
"keep going now, yeah? Rans gonna come back soon..dont wanna get caught, do ya?" He groaned and took his glasses off since they've gotten a little foggy.
You kept moaning around his cock as you sucked him in deeper and deeper, already causing rin's thighs to slightly tremble and twitch, you ran your tongue through his precum dripping slit before sucking his cock back into your mouth
"Fuck, babyâ" he threw his head back and grabbed your hand to move it to his full balls "don't forget 'em, angel..fuck yes..like thatâahh~" rin loved when you gave his balls the attention they needed, it made your pussy throb at how full and heavy they feel
You bobbed your head up and down faster before grabbing the rest of his massive and hard length to stroke it with your free hand. "Shit- how are you so good..mhh..fuck, fuck!" Your tongue and hand moved faster with every moan or whimper your pretty boyfriend let out.
You got off on the thought that ran could get home any second and come into rindou's room, seeing you with his brothers cock down your throat.
Rindou isn't any better that you though, because he would love for ran to catch you two actually, because ran has a habit of hitting on you or even telling his brother that "she's fuckin' hot" blah blah blah.
He could show his brother that way that you'll always only suck his dick and no one else's.
"Ngghâ" you gagged as you took him even deeper "nhh..good girl..shitâ so good, baby.."
Rindou ran a hand through your hair and pushed you even closer to his pelvis, making your nose hit the little hairs above his cock, you actually love the happy trail you always see when he stretches and his shirt lifts a little, your boyfriend is perfect <33
You looked up at him with heart eyes and running makeup, you looked angelic. Rindou couldn't help but give you the same heart eyes and feel drool pool in his mouth. You two are so head over heels for eachother
Rin suddenly heard the door unlock and grabbed her head to fuck your throat even harder, you whined, trying to tell rin that ran is home..oh he knew, he fucking knew.
Just as rindou's eyes rolled back and you squeezed his balls even tighter ran busted through the door "brooâ ohhh.." he looked at you two surprised.
You thought once ran came in rin would stop fucking your face but he just kept going "h-hold on!"
Ran watched your pretty face taking his brothers cock so well and got hard seeing the outline of your hard nipples through your tight shirt, your tits were slightly bouncing too~
Ran didn't seem surprised anymore, he seemed intrigued..
You finally felt rindou's cock throb and twitch as he came down your throat with slow but hard thrusts, he pulled out of your mouth and jerked a little bit onto your face "swallow it baby, and then show me, yeah?" You nodded and ran watched with wide eyes and a twitching cock as you swallowed rindou's cum.
You stuck your tongue out and showed him, rindou smiled and put his glasses back on before kissing you "so proud of you, babe" he said before standing back up straight, putting his dick back into his sweats and looking at his brother "what is it?"
Ran was taken aback but then grinned "uh, haha well I just got us some take out but I didn't know our little angel was here and taking such good care of my little bro~" rindou cringed "first of all, my angel. Second of all, her tummy is already full" rindou looked back at you on your knees "right, babe?"
You nodded at him, to which ran just shrugged and smirked "well if she's hungry later, I got some for her~" rindou cringed, again, and threw a pillow at him "THE FUCK SHE WILL!!"
Ran the just walked out the door laughing.
He will be jerking off to this sight until his brother'll let him have a go with you.
having horrible horny thoughts about telling best friend hanma no guy has ever made you cum so he takes it upon himself to be the first because he deserves it and wants to be your first something :,( eats you out like a starved man and his strokes are immaculate someone help đđ
cw: f!reader. college au(?). you're inexperienced, shuji is secretly in love with you. pussy eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, he makes you call him daddy. if this makes no sense its bec i wrote w my clit.
â â â â . ïœĄË âĄ "i dare you to tell me somethin' that'll make me laugh."
âno guyâs ever made me cum.â youâd told hanma. a not so innocent answer to a rather innocent dare, you admit. but heâs your best friend, nothing less (and nothing more). itâs fine.
and there was an awkward, momentary silence for a few seconds. heâd fallen still, holding the cigarette heâd been about to take a drag from in mid air, amber eyes flickering with an emotion unreadable to you.
âsay what, dollface?â he asks â using that petname with you again, that your exes always hated â and the disbelieving tone in his voice embarrasses you, brings a flush to your cheeks and ties a knot of humiliation in your guts.
you squirm on the back of his motorcycle, as he turns his head to look at you, leaning against the fence right by you, where heâd parked the vehicle.Â
âiââ you stutter, flustered. âno guyâs ever made me cum before.â just something funny thatâd slipped out your mouth, during a lazy game of truth or dare youâd played during his smoke break after class.
âthatâs fucking funny, doll.â he does laugh, but itâs awkward. âyou serious?â
âyes.â youâd answered. truthfully.
â â â â â â â â and now, youâre splayed out between hanmaâs legs, on his bed in his room, his long and lithe fingers bullying their way into your cunt for the third time. âhâah! wait!â
heâs leaning against the headboard, one arm hooked around your waist, hand firmly on your thigh and holding your legs spread apart, fingers in your pussy as he chuckles lowly at your whines.
youâd question it â question what the fuck was happening, if he just wasnât so fucking hot and making you feel so fucking good.
âthatâs it,â he smirks, as you drop your head against his chest, grabbing onto his wrist, desperately trying to close your legs as he effortlessly draws another orgasm out of you. âthatâs it ... ya look fuckinâ cute when youâre cumming.â
he laughs when you try to look up at him and scowl, eyes fluttering and rolling back into your head when he uses the hand thatâs not busy fucking your pussy to land a slap on your clit.Â
you moan again, and he laughs. âsee? atta girl, so pretty when you cum. tellinâ me nobodyâs ever seen you like this?âÂ
you dont answer, too busy trying to blink back the wave of dizziness thatâs washing over you with the bliss hanmaâs giving you, on his fingers alone.
the inked kanji on the back of his hand flashes darkly, sin bobbing up and down between your legs, shiny with your slick, as hanma curls his fingers into your tight, clenching walls and rasps into the shell of your ear, âasked you a question, dollface.â
ânobody,â you gasp, for some reason so nervous yet so turned on, by the demanding, challenging edge to his tone. ânobody, hanmaâ ah!â
âtch, itâs shuji, sweetheart.â he pinches your clit, laughs when your knees jerk up at the sensation.Â
his voice goes a little softer as he continues, thinking you wouldnât notice the hint of jealousy and longing in his voice with the state youâre in. âgonna keep me just your friend, just your olâ buddy hanma-kun even after i take you on my bed, fuck you on my fingers ân make you cum over ân over again?â
âaâmngh, âm sorry, shuji,â you whine, too enamoured by how he feels to argue, and his heart jumps at how sweet his name sounds off your tongue. âfâfuck, feels so good!â
âwould feel better if i were usinâ my tongue. or if you were on my cock.â he laughs when your expression visibly scrunches up in embarrassment, cooing at you and telling you how cute you are as he grips your waist and turns you around to straddle him, legs shaky with the effect of your previous orgasms. âwant me to do it, yeah?â
âmmm,â you answer though youâre not sure what he means, holding onto his shoulders for support. he holds you steady, and slides himself down onto his back onto the mattress, pushing your legs further apart around him and cupping your ass, pulling you forward â and you realize what heâs about to do. âshuji, no, iâve nââ
you cut yourself off, but hanma picks your sentence up anyway.
ânever been eaten out before?â he asks, sounding both unconvinced and pissed off at the same time, and you sit there as he stares up at you, so fucking embarrassedâ
âmy dollâs been gettinâ treated like shit, huh?â he breathes, gold eyes tracing your figure down. âsweet lilâ thing, iâll show you how yâshould be treated, aâright?â
âmm,â you let out a sound, so shy when his voice goes all sympathetic. it makes your pussy go slick with want, your heart beating faster with anticipation. âmkay.â
hanma doesnât hold back. he tightens his arms around your hips and waist in an instant, pulling your cunt down on his mouth, nose pressed just over your clit as he inhales deep into you, letting out a needy growl as he opens his mouth and takes you.
your hands scramble to find a hold on the headboard as he rocks you forward, trapping you on your knees with your thighs plush and warm around his face, drinking in your cunt â devouring you like a man starved. âfuck,â he slurs into your heat, muffled and hot. âshit, baby, sâ fuckinâgood.â
his tongue grazes your clit, curls around it and sucks, and you cry out, squirming in his arms, one hand leaving the headboard to get down and curl your fingers into his hair and tug, stuttering his name out in a pleading chant. âshuji, shuji, shuji â fuck!â
the moan he lets out when you pull at his black and blonde locks thrums against your cunt, and when he sucks at your clit again, slurping loudly and grunting praise into you, itâs enough to make you cum again. âah, shuji, cumming, cumming!â
âi know,â he hisses, and when you look down at him, the rise of his cheekbones, his nose and his mouth are soaked with your wetnessâ and his eyes are blown wide, the gold of them almost lost in the darkness of his want. âi know, baby. i know.â
âplease,â you hiccup, tears blurring your vision, hips trembling as you try not to collapse over hanmaâs face.
your cunt aches, empty despite the way he shoves his tongue up your fluttering hole, and you dont want another orgasm without it. âfuck! shuji â shuji please, need your cock.â
âmm â whatâd you say, dollface?â he grunts, licking at your clit, yanking you back in when you try to lift yourself off him. âcant just get all you want like that. say it right fâme.â
âw-what?â you sob, unsure what he means but so needy to obey, because you just need him to stuff you full and fill you up already.
you dont know if itâs wrong or not, to want your best friendâs dick inside you so badly, but youâve gone this far, havent you? heâs giving you what you want.
âyou gâna do as i say?â he smirks, watching how you nod and keen when he tongues at your abused clit again. âthen say âi love you, daddy, i only want you ân your cock from now onâ.â
huh? â it takes a second or two, but the words put clarity in your head, somewhat, when you hear them.Â
swallowing back the shaky whine of acceptance bubbling at your throat, you manage to ask instead, âyou want me to tell you i love you?â
thereâs a small pause, before hanmaâs grip on your hips tightens again.Â
but this time, he pulls you off.
it urges you back to your position straddling his hips, as he sits back up, leaning on the headboard once more â and though his hard-on brushing hot and heavy through his jeans against your messy cunt is distracting, you pay attention to his expression instead.
hanma stares at you, face wet with your slick and hair messy with your hand tangling through the dyed locks. âso you ... dont?â
itâs a sudden flipside to the multiple orgasms heâd just sent you through, and it disorients you just a little.Â
but the look in his amber eyes, black and blonde hair stuck to his forehead and framing his face, the warmth in your heart as you contemplate an answer â and the desperate ache in your empty cunt, it all convinces you to say you do.
âi do.â
thereâs yet another damned pause, as you sit on hanmaâs lap, naked and with his dick hard under your ass, your palms flat against his bare chest â if someoneâd told you before that a dumb game of truth or dare after class would lead you to this situation, youâd laugh.
but â but this is shuji. heâs rough on the exterior, a major tease, a man notorious and famous on the streets; but really? heâs sweet.
he buys you coffee, takes you out shopping, takes you to the salon, pays for your takeout. he always tells you he'll fuck your exes up if they hurt you or make you cry (and they have done so, but you've never allowed him to beat them).
he goes with you to the library, even though he doesn't even care for spending hours on assignments or work. to be fair, he does leave you in there and go out to smoke after only a few minutes, but he always comes back to drop you home.
he's so nice to you, despite himself. and turns out, if you'd just ask, he'd fuck you too.
heâs your best friend. nothing less, nothing more, but you decide it now, trembling from the euphoria heâs giving you. you want more.
itâs possessive and spells desire, how heâd pulled you in here to make up for your âstupid shit exesâ, telling you he would make you feel good if nobody else has done it before.
itâs all so sudden, but it makes sense. heâs been just your best friend this whole time, but you want more.
âi do love you, shuji.â
hanma lets out a breath, when you repeat it. âreally, now?â he mutters. ânot just sayinâ that so iâll give you my cock? dont play with my heart now, doll.â he chuckles, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes.
âi do.â you mumble, shy again under the intensity of his piercing stare. âand i guess ... thatâs why it never worked with anyone else. when you were there this whole time.â
âhah,â hanma laughs, steadying his hold on your waist before bringing one hand up to pat your cheek. âyâ telling me no other asshole could make you cum, âcause you were busy wishinâ it was me?â
âno!â you blurt out, but when he grins wider, slides his hand down from your cheek to pinch the soft flesh of your tits, the electric shiver that courses down your spine says otherwise. it would be a lie, to say that youâve never wanted him. âyeah, m-maybe.â
âfuck,â he hisses at that, eyes going even darker, like the dubious confirmation youâd given him was all he needed, like it was a love shot and a stroke of lust in one â and he yanks the buttons and zipper of his jeans open, tugging the fabric apart and pulling out his straining cock.
itâs big â unsurprising, but still a sight to take in, and you whimper tearfully when he grabs the length in his hand and taps his head to your clit, letting out a breathy chuckle. âbiggest cock yâ ever seen, mhm?â
and youâd want to keep from boosting his ego, but the way you stare is answer enough. ân-need you in me, shuji.â you beg, and he just laughs again, rubbing the pearl of precum that swells at his tip across your slit, teasing. âsay what i told you to say, then. if yâlove me.â
call him daddy? âdo i really have to?â you whine, pushing forward and grinding up on his cockhead. it ellicits a rough moan from him, that makes your clit throb when you hear it â but hanma remains adamant.
âyou hafta, dollface.â he smiles, showing you teeth. âyouâll do it, if yâ really want me so bad.â
and god, the layers of pleasure heâd drowned you in are too sharp, too overwhelming for you to refuse and stop this right now â you want, need his cock. right now.
fine. âiâi love you, daddy.â you mumble, eyes skirting down because you cant bring yourself to look him in the eyes. âand i-i want only you. only your cock, and only you. i love you.â
and itâs like hanma has been waiting for this moment his whole life.
âshit, baby,â he huffs, pulling your tits flush against his body as he grabs you by the waist and by the back of your neck, dragging you in and meeting your lips with his in a starved kiss â fuck, he hadnât kissed you until now?Â
you realize it, with both a pang and a fluttering in your heart, but the thought is soon knocked out of your head, as he kisses you again, tasting the lingering essence of yourself on his tongue, tasting him, catching the scent of cigarettes and menâs cologne on his mouth and neck as you lean into him, letting him savour you whole.Â
âgod, i love you.â he groans, as he lines his cock up at your entrance, sliding sin and punishment over to your ass again and sheathing you down on him. âloved you fâso long now, baby. dâyou know how iâve felt? ân now yâre fuckinâ telling me all those assholes you dated never made you cum. fuck.â
âmm, sh-shuji!â you cry, and he moans in your ear in reply. âs-slower! please, pleaseââ
ââm too big for you?â he rasps, voice hoarse with pleasure. god, heâs wanted this forever. your tight, velvet walls clenching around him, wet and hot and your body on him, so pretty and all his.
âcant slow down, sweetheart.â he hisses. âconsider this your punishment. for playinâ with my heart like that, for so long.â youâve got your arms wrapped around hanmaâs neck, trying to control the pace at which you sink down on his cock, but he rolls his hips up and pushes all the way into you anyway.
âaâhaah! shuji!â your moan is saccharine in his ear, and he swallows back a curse, knowing that itâs not going to be long before heâs cumming, filling you all up.
âsay sorry, baby.â he growls, pulling out before shoving back in you again, putting stars into your eyes with the sharp slap of skin against skin, the harsh kiss of his tip against your cervix. âreally didnât think i loved you, even when i was fuckinâ knuckle deep in you? callinâ you my dollface and telling you yâre pretty ân driving you around, and sucking on that sweet lil clit?â
you cry out, when he bites at the side of your neck, feeling even more embarrassed, feeling stupid â because god, you were stupid to miss the signs. to think he was just like that. when he only ever was that way with you. ââm sorry, sorry. please, iâm sorry.â
âhmm,â he lulls, kissing the marks of his teeth that heâd left on you. âcant be mean with you, can i? too fuckinâ sweet for your own good.â
your mouth is on his cheek, lips sliding down his jaw in desperate kisses, needing him more even when heâs right here, when your bodyâs pressed to his and his lips are on you and his cock is all the way in your cunt. âmmngh,â you try, too dizzy to answer properly.
ânow letâs teach ya how it feels to cum on a big, fat cock, yeah, dollface?â he says, starting up a hasty rhythm with his cock, up and down into you as you struggle to stay sitting up on his lap. âpoor lilâ dollâs never even done this before?â
ânever.â you keen, lost in the way his cock is so long, so thick, reaching all the sweet spots deep in your cunt in one fucking go. ân-never came on a cock before.â
âyeah, i know.â he says, all sympathetic again, and it sends heat rushing to both your face and your core. âgâna beg daddy to let you cum all over his cock?â
âmhm,â you moan, and he smiles, brings you in for another kiss as he speeds up. âthen say it, baby. say what yâneed to say to have your way.â
âmm, daddy, daddyââ you sob, trying to kiss him back as he hums into your mouth, forgetting your embarrassment at having to call him that, because fuck, it was starting to feel fitting. âplease let me cum on your cock, please, pleaseââ
âonly if youâll let me fill this pretty pussy all up.â he stutters, voice turning all raspy as he goes even faster, bouncing you up and down so hard as he nears his high.Â
he loves the way you beg. loves the way you call him by that name. so cute, and almost pathetic, for him. itâs a fresh change. one he wants to hold on to. âyeah? youâll let me do that, baby? let daddy fill your cunt up with his cum?â
âyes,â you gasp, vision going cloudy with both tears and pleasure as you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter all over again. âfuck, anything! anything, daddy, just please.â
âplease what?â his laugh is now hoarse, as he looks at your blissed out face from under his lashes, eyes lidded and heavy with lust and pleasure.
the bedsheets under you are soaked, but neither of you can care â you moan again, sucking in a breath and falling into hanmaâs chest, tired but so, so desperate to cum again. âplease, shuji. please. need to cum on your cock. need you to cum in me.â
and he does.Â
hanma watches, vision hazy as his cock slides out of your cunt milky and drooling, and pushes back in â pushes in so deep he hits your cervix again and he cums, leaking hot, white ropes of seed into your tight, wet cunt â and it makes you cum, too.
âfuck, tryna milk me all up, huh?â he heaves as he maintains his pace, gritting his teeth and grabbing your hips when you try to meet the rhythm, pussy fluttering and sucking him in like youâve needed him as much as heâs needed you. âpretty, pretty lilâ pussy â all mine, yeah?â
âall yours, shuji.â you sob, and he stares as your head tilts up, eyes rolling back in your head as they fall shut, drowning in the pure heaven of cumming while stuffed full of his big, big cock. âa-hnngh, all yours.â
âyeah, thatâs right.â he growls, wrapping punishment around your throat, hauling you back in to kiss you, sloppy and open mouthed, as sin slips down between your bodies â pressing into your pulsing clit with his thumb as he continues fucking up into you, pace relaxing slowly. âthatâs right. yâre all mine now. forever.â
an: hilarious how this was supposed to be only a short drabble but now it's a whole ass fic under venus's god tier ask </3
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 mikeyâs cum back into you and likes it, ran fucks you with rindouâs cum still inside
SYNOPSIS - your father owes a debt he couldnât pay back, and you have no choice but to lend a hand. if you donât want him dead
Your fatherâs 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.Â
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?Â
All his life heâs done nothing but good, you donât doubt him, however, heâs gotten mixed up with the wrong company.Â
It started with the house bills. The water and electricity would go out during weeks that your fatherâs paychecks didnât 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 didnât pay it any mind because your father was kind enough to apologize for the inconveniences of your life, even though any of it wasnât his fault.Â
You understood at an early age that poverty exists, it can be cruel to even children. Life doesnât soften for anyone, old or young, capable or handicapped - but you guess life does seem easier if you have more money.Â
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 fatherâs 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 motherâs care increased in quality since the treatment could finally be paid.Â
Because of this, you didnât buy too many things that were extravagant. It wasnât luxury, but it wasnât 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.Â
A few years went by in peace before this careful bubble of calm popped.Â
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.Â
His interest skyrocketed after these visits. And he was so close to paying off the account too. Which baffled you because-Â
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 isnât stupid. He must have checked, double checked the details of their services before applying. Thereâs no way he would have given himself any chance to be taken advantage of knowing how easy it is with his socioeconomic status.Â
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.Â
He didnât know any of this at all. Merely thought he was joining a normal loaning company. If only he knew.Â
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, wasnât enough. So you settled with calling the loaning company to discuss another option which quickly got you transferred to an eerie phone call.
âHello?â
âHi! I was told to wait for someone who could help me with my question?â
There was a silence for a few seconds before a deep chuckle cut the quiet. âOh, youâve got a pretty voice, don't you?â Your brows cinched together as papers rustled and a chair squeaked. âBut, yes, how can I help you?â
This manâs 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 beâŠoff-putting, you donât pay any mind to them because you know theyâre trying to get under your skin, or butter you up for an unfair deal.Â
But nothing could have prepared you for what his choice of words were.
âYouâd have to sell yourself.â
âS- Sell? What!â
âYes, 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.â The chair squeaks again. âNow 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 youâll even get tips if youâve satisfied our clients some.â
His voice got closer. âAre you up to that?â
You took a few seconds to think it over. The bags under your fatherâs 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 donât want him experiencing that any longer.Â
âIâll do it.â Â
There was another chuckle that almost sounded like a deep purr before he chirped, âWeâll pick you up next week to discuss in person what happens next.â
And that sealed your fate.
âIâm sorry, Baby. Iâm so, so sorry. Your fatherâs a bad man.â 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 shouldnât be scared. Donât have the right to. Because you chose this yourself. You chose-
âRelax, old man! Your debtâs finally getting paid off. Your daughterâs been so kind as to do that for you.â The man laughs.Â
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. âShe called us herself, pleading for her to take over the loan. Anything to help Daddy.âÂ
His lips twist. âBut most children leave their parents to their demise. Those parents were never really good to them in the first place.â Amethyst eyes brighten. âItâs rare meeting a father-daughter bond so genuine.âÂ
His breath hitches the tiniest bit. Not enough for your father to hear, but you hear him loud and clear. âWhat a good girl you have.â
Your skin prickles, and a shiver recoils your spine. âShe mustâve been taught well.â He whistles, smile inching higher. âMust listen well too.â 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.Â
However, that doesnât stop him from begging. A lot.Â
âNo, please! There must be another way. I can work for you. Sell a limb, a kidney! Anything! Just, please donât harm my girl.â Heâs not scared of groveling for your well-being. Heâll do it as many times as it takes, heâll try his best to keep you safe and sound. But these are criminals heâs 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?
âThatâs too bad. There isnât another way. Not while sheâs here.â His face drops, and his lips tremble.Â
You can feel your heart shatter.
The man checks his watch. âAh. Itâs time for us to leave.â He hums. âThe boss is expecting you.â 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 youâre led inside, him climbing in right after you.Â
âHead to the main building. Get there in 15 minutes. You know Mikey has little patience for things.â The car jumps to a start and takes off.Â
You settle for looking out the window, but his eyes stare back at you from the reflection. You sigh. âYes?â
âAre you a virgin?â
Your shoulders jump. âWhat?â
He repeats himself. âAre you a virgin?â When you shake your head no, he crosses his legs, easy smile on his face. âAre you sure you wanna go on with what youâre about to get yourself into? Youâll have handfuls of buyers vouching for you once they know that youâre a first timer.â
You take a shallow breath and swallow. âThereâs no other way⊠Besides, I'm not a virgin,â you correct him. âIâve done it before.â Ran eyes the way your hands shake balled into fists on your lap.Â
âOh, arenât you precious? Sacrificing yourself for Daddy.â He coos, leaning closer. âWere all your previous fucks one pump chumps?â You pause, face heating up. âNoâŠâ Your brows furrow. âIâve had two boyfriends before. I⊠did it with them, but it wasnât anything special.âÂ
âAh, they didnât know how to make you squirt?â
You blink. âHuh?â
He chuckles a small, âSweet thing,â before asking, âdid they even know how to make you cum at least?â You flush, and Ran mumbles, âYou poor thing.â
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.Â
âYouâre a perfect little Daddyâs girl, arenât you?â Lavender eyes shine in mirth. âDonât worry, Iâll take good care of you,â he finishes ominously. You shiver, voice stiff from the increasing lump in your throat. âPlease refrain from using that title. It sounds inappropriate.â
He tuts, âGotta get you used to hearing that name for when you call me it later,â curve of his lip upturned a little, voice picking up too playfully. âBut for now,â he pats his lap. âCome up here.âÂ
You eye it carefully, hesitance caught in your muscles.Â
âAww, donât look like that! Iâm not gonna do anything.â He pouts, and his voice takes on a small pitiful lilt. âJust wanna see how youâd feel against Daddy.âÂ
You shiver a second time, more strongly as he gives you these sad puppy eyes that only make you more suspicious, but he doesnât drop the demand. So you have no choice but to accept, or you wonât know how to move forward from here.Â
âGood girl,â he hums. âI was right, you listen well. Weâll have a wonderful time together.â His thighs flex underneath yours, warm and lean, and with his face so close to yours, you heat up. It doesnât help that heâs wrapped his arms around your waist, a big hand resting comfortably on your hip while his other rubs a small stroke up your spine.Â
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. âWanna know if you taste as sweet.âÂ
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 itâs 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.Â
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. Itâs a little messy, saliva starts to run and pool in the center of your tongue, your breathing quickens, and Ranâs 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.Â
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.Â
When you finally arrived at a high end, tall building, Ran pulled back and let go of you.Â
Your mouth went with a pop, strand of spit following, and you licked at the numb and swollen feeling that befell your lips. Ranâs 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.Â
âWas that your first kiss too?âÂ
When you shrink into yourself, head downturned slightly in embarrassment, he chuckles. âYouâre cute. Iâll have fun with you. And DollâŠyouâre dripping.âÂ
Heâs right. When you look down, thereâs a faint damp patch on his pants.Â
You donât have time to stew in your mortification as the driver ushers you to the front entrance, where youâre immediately pushed into an elevator taking you way up high. To the top floor.Â
The constant worries youâve had build up to this day slowly start to trickle in. Whatâs gonna happen from here? What if something bad happens while youâre discussing the specifics of your exploitation, or what if you overlook something important on the contract and end up getting screwed over?Â
You should expect that. This is a criminal syndicate youâre dealing with. Their crimes must be endless.Â
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 Bontenâs 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 wouldnât put it above them. Thereâs 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.Â
Almost as if they were hiding something illegal. And youâre 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.Â
Will you be monitored and watched over? Killed if you say anything that hinted that you knew they were Bonten?Â
You take a shaky breath just as the elevator dings reaching the floor, and when the doors open, thereâs a man waiting. Black hair, a scar across his left eye, a milky white hue filling it.Â
Heâs handsome in aâŠroguish 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.Â
âThe others left Ran to bring you, but just as I expected, heâs not here,â he sighs. âIâm sorry about him. Heâs quick to get bored of things and abandon them. Iâll take you to the meeting room in his place.â 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. âAh. If youâre okay with that. Iâm sorry if I came off as pushy. I understand that I donât exactly look trusting.â Oh, what a sweet person.Â
âNo, no! Youâre fine!â you reassure. âThank you, I appreciate the kindness. This place is big, and I wouldnât know where to go anyway.âÂ
His lips fold over one another. âIâm sorry. That was stupid of me.â Your hands carefully move in front of you to stop him. âIt wasnât. I think that was really neat of you. Youâre a kind person⊠Thank you. Iâm happy I ran into you before the meeting.âÂ
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.Â
Does he feel hot?Â
A cough leaves his mouth that he hides behind a fist. âHappy to help.â 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.Â
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.Â
You can see your reflection when you look down. Your eyes stare right back.Â
Itâs 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. Itâs at the end, and this one didnât have any other doors or openings, just one long path leading to a dead end, or rather this room.Â
When-
You never got his name, the man whoâs escorting you currently. He offered to help you, and you never asked for his name in return. How rude, you should know better.Â
âUm, Iâm sorry I never asked-â
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. âKaku, about time!â The man from the car included. âAnd there you are.â He turns to you. âWas wondering where you went.â
Kaku steps inside first, makes his way over to him. âRan, thatâs your fault. You left her by herself in an unknown place.â Ran walks to the mini-bar and grabs a bottle of scotch, a cup grasped in the other hand. âCouldnât help it, I had to change.âÂ
A man who looks similar to Ran speaks up from the wall, annoyed drawl to his deep, gravelly voice. âFor what?â he scoffs.
Ranâs 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.Â
âIs this her?â 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 thatâs left is this ominous, dreadful trepidation that slithers up on all of you. You donât 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.Â
Youâd rather keep your head.Â
âIt is. What do you want us to do with her, Mikey?âÂ
He doesnât 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. âShe needs to sign this first.âÂ
A contract.
âAs Koko said.â He speaks, bringing a knee up to lay an arm on, mop of golden hair lowering.Â
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. Heâs done being kind and generous, itâs all business now. You look to Koko next, heâs smiling, but the curve of his eyes and the turn of his lips are too mischievous.Â
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. âGo ahead and read it. Your signature is needed on the last page, and a fingerprint. For security reasons.â He slides a container of red ink over. You gulp and let your eyes skim the contents quickly.Â
Okay. Details on what your job will entail, safety precautions, procedures, liability notices - youâll 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.Â
âWait.â His hand grabs your wrist. âBefore youâre put to work, we need to test your abilities - see if you have the guts to endure what comes your way.â His smile gets wider, eyes shrinking into slits, like a weaselâs. Pupils thinning into something youâve seen in a catâs. âYouâll be pleasuring each of us.â
âKoko! Donât be shy to tell the whore she needs âta fuck us.â
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 whoâs standing next to the bed. âSanzu, donât say that shit. Youâre being rude.â
Sanzu crosses his arms and tilts his head. âAm I wrong?â
âQuiet, Haruchiyo.â A man with a scar running through his eye, one not damaged like Kakuâs, speaks from the couch diagonally from the one you and Koko sit on.Â
âTakeomi,â he grits. âThatâs not how you talk to your superior, Old Man.â 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.Â
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, heâs the only one who remotely looks at ease, then again that seems to be a personality trait of his.Â
Thereâs one man you havenât gotten the name of, heâs 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. Wonât engage or join in on the conversations.
Like heâs detached from the room.Â
âWill you sign it, or will you leave?â 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 donât 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. âPerfect. Boss, you gonna take her now?â He looks over to Mikey, whoâs 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. Youâre high enough that the people below you look like ants and the buildings like little monopoly pieces. The sun thatâs 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 - itâs 3:30, 30 minutes since you were picked up. Time has been too slow, it feels like two hours have passed instead.Â
âHm, I think we could be done before our closing meeting, then we can clock out and get dinner.â Ran muses. Sanzu giggles, chiming in, âI want sashimi.â Ran hums. âSashimi? I was feeling that too.â
âLook at me.â Mikey talks slowly, with charisma and authority, but you still donât 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.Â
His voice gains some emotion, you can tell with how it raises and drops. âDonât you wanna see whoâs gonna fuck you first?â
Itâs 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 whoâs the leader of an organized syndicate like this. Too mellow and delicate for someone who just radiates death itself. One look, and youâre 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.Â
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 heâs not one to be messed with, or refused.Â
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.
âIs it okay that Mochiâs not here?â Kaku asks.
ââS fine. He doesnât like shit like this anyway, and the traitor we caught needed to be minced, âor his body wouldnât sink to the bottom of the oceanâ right?â Sanzu answers with an eerie chuckle.Â
You sober up at his words. Thatâs right, you canât ever forget that theyâre 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 wouldnât be so notorious if they hadn't. Wouldnât be soâŠintimidating if they were free of bloodshed.Â
Mikeyâs eyes dull just a little more. As if he wasnât scary already. âNo, come here.â He deadpans, patting the empty space on the bed next to him.Â
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. âYou look good like that, Doll.â You ignore Ranâs leer, but that doesnât 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?Â
You swipe your eyes around the room, thereâs seven. Mikey, Kokonoi, Kakuchou, Ran, Takeomi, Sanzu, and the man with the two-toned mullet. Can you even-
âYou sure you can handle that?â 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.
âYeah. Go ahead.â 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, âGood. Take off your clothes.âÂ
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.Â
âYouâre shaking.â Mikey murmurs, your hands trembling in his grasp. You feel bad, theyâre probably sweaty. Youâre heating up, your nerves are getting to you, and this situation is only making it worse. âHere, Iâll do it.â 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.Â
He slides the sleeves off of you and looks down at your pants. âYou donât need me to help you with that, right?â You hastily shake your head and stand on your knees to slide your pants off, sitting back down to get it past your calves.Â
Mikey still has his pants on when you look over, eyes staring down at your legs again.Â
âItâs damp.â
âW- what?â
They dart back up to your face, pupils just as dark as they were in the beginning, if not more. âThereâs a wet patch on your underwear.â He says slowly in a drone, with a quietness that almost makes you think heâs 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.Â
Your eyes catch onto the bulge sporting his trousers, and your mouth falters. Itâs big.Â
âOh, w- well, this- this isâŠâ
âShe got it from me, Boss.â Ran interjects. Mikey turns his head to him. âGave her a little kiss in the car,â he smiles wider. âAnd it was her first one.â A small gasp leaves your lips, and your hands come up to hide your face. God, how humiliating.Â
âOkay, thatâs enough. Stop teasing her.â Mikeyâs voice bellows deep and heavy in the room. He grabs for your panties and pulls them down. âHmm, youâre wet already.â Your hole pulses as his fingers ghost along your slit. âYou donât need foreplay then. Itâs enough for me to slide in.âÂ
How degrading. Youâre about to lose your virginity to a stranger, you kissed another one earlier, and you got wet because of it. Youâve always thought youâd do something this intimate with someone you trust and love, but here you are.Â
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-
âWait! Sir, wait!â 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.Â
Thereâs a small groan behind you that almost sounds like a wince, like a whimper in pain, like a plea for something. âYou sure know what youâre doinâ, Doll.â And another one. âFuck. Need to make her call me that too.â
You finally find your voice again. âYouâre- youâreâŠnot going to wear a..condom?â Ran and Koko laugh behind you. âSheâs cute, isnât she?â
Mikey blinks twice. âHow will I know how good your cunt is if I have to wrap my dick in plastic?â You gape. âOh. We- wellâŠthat makes sense.â
He guides you to your back, spreads your legs apart. âDonât worry, itâs your first time. Iâll make it a good one.â 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. âSee? You felt that. Youâll be fine.â He brings his cock back down to your hole and slides in.Â
The stretch you feel is immediate, so you clench down force of habit. His hips stutter, and he groans, âAh, so fuckinâ tight.â Ramming a few centimeters deeper out of greed. Pain shoots up your spine, and you bat at his back. âWait! wait, wait, wa-it!âÂ
He leans back and swipes a finger across your clit. Thatâs enough to make your walls flutter.Â
âThatâs it. Loosen up for me.â 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.Â
âOh, fuck.â 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.Â
Heaving as you try to recover, Mikey lifts your legs and presses them to your chest, which only dwindles your lung capacity. âWhat was it you called me earlier?â
You gulp, mouth opening slightly. âS- âŠ.sir.â
Thereâs a few groans around you that make your cheeks flush. Mikey leans towards your ear, and you feel his breath fan your neck. âBetter.â
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 thatâs all that really mattered in this moment, right? The fact that youâre 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, âSir!â as his hips keep rolling, and pretty soon youâre 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 heâs 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.Â
A sultry moan falls from his lips, and he mumbles, âFuck, havenât cum that much in months.â His hips grind in tiny, tiny figure 8âs 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.Â
As soon as itâs out, a small trail of cum dribbles from you. You try closing your legs out of embarrassment, but Mikey holds them open. âKeep âem there.â He says softly. âI wanna see this,â 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. âYouâve got a pretty cunt, Angel.â
âHoly shit.â
âOh fuck.â
âPussyâs a pretty pink too.â
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 heâs face-close to your cunt, shamelessly ogling the pool of slick coating Mikeyâs 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 doesnât).Â
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.Â
Mikey turns his head to him. âKaku, come here.â That makes him flinch, but he doesnât move.
Mikey sighs, voice reaching an octave deeper, a volume softer. âKakuchou. I wasnât asking.â And Kakuchou resigns, dropping his hands beside him. He walks over to join the rest.Â
They all swarm around you as they watch Mikeyâs cum drip from your slit like molasses. You keep your legs open, refrain yourself the urge of closing them. Youâre scared to defy Mikey. As if he wants to tease you further, his thumb and forefinger close over your clit, and you squeal.Â
âAh, fuck. Sheâs squirtinâ again.â Eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out, pussy fluttering, pulsing as a small, small stream of transparent liquid shoots from your slit. Mikeyâs fingers only seem to get harsher, and desperate squeaks and pants leave you. âMikey, Mikey! Please-âÂ
He clicks his tongue. âThatâs not what you call me.â A sob wracks your chest. âSir! Sir, please Iâm-â
He hums. âStill wrong.â Leaning down to your face, pitch black eyes stare into you. âWhose are you?â
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. Youâre theirs now. âYours,â you softly murmur. âIâm yours⊠Master.âÂ
Mikeyâs fingers stop pinching, and something alights his eyes, edge of his lips twitching. âGood girl,â he mumbles, lips catching your forehead. âThatâs the one, Angel.â But his fingers tilt your clit up and out of its hood, and you start shaking again.
A hand grabs onto his wrist. âMikey, sheâs gonna break before we get a turn with her,â Ran says. Mikey takes a moment to look down at you a bit more. Then he pulls away. âAlright. Itâs Sanzuâs turn next.â
âBut why him?â The man you never got the name of lazily drawls.
âYeah. I should be the one to go next. I picked the pretty little thing up.â
âNo, Sanzu gets her next as number 2. Then, Kaku.â He twists his head and looks at Ran, the man who spoke previously, Takeomi. âTakeomi, Ran, Rindou - the three of you can decide who goes first. And finally, Kokonoi will have her last.â
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. âThe view till my turn isnât half bad either.â You flush harder.Â
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. âStay here.â
ââŠMikey-â
You canât see his face, his back is turned to you, but you can see Kakuchouâs 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 Mikeyâs face must look like right now before thinking better of it - because why would you wonder about that when you know thereâs underlying threats hidden behind his words? Why wonder about that when youâve already felt it? What if it was you he was facing?Â
You shiver at the thought.Â
Sanzu takes Mikeyâs 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. Itâs scary how bright his eyes truly are. They shine as luminescently as youâve seen water do when sunlight reflects off of it, and theyâre as clear as the sea itself, but you can see something deeper brewing beneath.Â
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. âWhat should I do about this?â
Mikey responds with a cool voice, âYou can fuck her with my cum still inside.â 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.Â
The slide in is another painful stretch. âOh shit.â Sanzuâs hips stutter, dick twitching once, and you wonder if it really feels that good for him if he doesnât like you very much. You watch him with bleary eyes as he stares entranced at your pussy, Mikeyâs 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.Â
But then again, he seems to like Mikey.Â
âWhat is it, Whore?â he spits out. You donât realize that youâve been staring at him until heâs staring right back. You flinch at his harsh tone and cold eyes, and look away, demurely responding with a small ânothing.â
He clicks his tongue. The disapproving sound makes your heart lurch, you donât think youâve 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. Heâs someone you have never experienced before. The delinquents and loan sharks youâve come across pale in comparison.Â
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 donât 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.Â
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 thatâs already fogging your head and making it pound more, he mutters darkly, âFuckinâ slut, look at you, you like this.â Only then do you realize how hot your pussy feels, how urgently youâre squeezing your thighs together and Sanzuâs cock all at once. How youâre throbbing and aching on the inside, and the dripping mess between your thighs.Â
Your stomach burns, walls throbbing harder at the realization, even though youâre trying to will your arousal away, but Sanzu doesnât 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 heâs 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, Sanzuâs grip on your neck is solid - heâs not letting you go.Â
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, âI hate sluts like you.â He starts. âYouâre so insistent on showing how fragile and pure you are.â He leans his hips back and thrusts forwards. The bed dips strongly and your breathing falters for a second. âWhen really, all you want is to be fucked like an animal.â He does it again. âI hate cowards who canât say what they want.â Then heâs back to fully standing on his knees, pelvis glued to yours.Â
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.Â
Itâs 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, âNo, keep going. You didnât make her squirt.âÂ
Body stiffening, you turn your head once Sanzuâs grip loosened around both your neck and wrists to see Mikey on the couch closest to the bed watching you both. Heâs in a suit, he wasnât in one before, and something about the formal change of attire makes you feel ashamed. Youâre completely naked among a room full of men in suits. Even Sanzu isnât stripped, his pants fall at his knees.
âGot it,â Sanzu responds monotonously, all forms of his earlier taunting gone. He leans down until heâs 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 itâs during this that you realize youâre wheezing for dear life. Sanzu is perfectly fine, hasnât 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 couldnât take anymore. You truly could not. Mikey has worn you out. Groggily, you try pleading that to Sanzu. âPlease⊠I-â
A hand comes down on your cunt again, and your hips buck. Sanzu, irritated, snarls, âShut up. Iâll do what I want.â And he moves his hands down again. You brace for it thinking it was another slap, your own grabbing for his wrist, but youâre sorely mistaken when a pair of fingers pinch you.
As if that wasnât 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 Sanzuâs thighs. Hips stuttering, you feel his length twitch one, twice, thrice before he paints your walls white, and even after itâs 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.Â
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.Â
âHey! Ow!âÂ
Sluggishly turning your head, youâre met with the sight of Kakuchou grasping Sanzuâs 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.Â
He hisses and cusses at Ran, but you donât 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. Youâve lost your virginity. Two men have already been between your legs, and youâve cum a handful of times already⊠Itâs 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.Â
ââŠIâm sorry they were rough.â He stops dabbing, and you take a glance at the towel to see lots of cum sticking to the poor rag. The sight doesnât settle easily on your stomach.Â
You sigh, âItâs okay. Itâs not your fault.â It really isnât. He doesnât have much power over Mikey and Sanzu, whoâs 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.Â
Gulping, you redirect your eyes back to Kakuchou whoâs 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 heâs so careful even in his considerations - you think you could trust him with your life.Â
And thatâs exactly what you do.Â
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, âAre you sure?â
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 Kakuâs 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.Â
Standing on your knees, you align his cock with your hole, Kakuchouâs head twitching again before you lower yourself. Thereâs a squelch that rings between you two, and the drag of his shaft to your walls makes you shiver because heâs 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 couldnât have done anything else, but slump down.Â
âAh, shit, sheâs doinâ it again.â
âIsnât that her 4th time cumminâ too?â
Kakuchouâs face scrunches, and he shivers. âEas- ease up,â he stutters. âYouâre too tight.â Your walls pulse at his words.Â
Kokonoi laughs behind him. âOf course she is, she was a virgin before.â
Pausing his motions, you continue creaming on his shaft until the haze of your climax is gone, but this doesnât 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 Ranâs offer all those weeks ago during that phone call was a mistake.Â
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. âIâll be gentle.â 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 doesnât 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, âSorry⊠I think âm gonna cum soon.â
âLook at them! Arenât they cute?â Kokonoi exclaims. âKaku, youâve always been too soft on the girls you bought.â
He grumbles, brushing Kokonoiâs words off and starting a slow pace of lifting you off his cock before slamming down. Which eventually gets rougher and faster. âKakuchou! Kakuchou, please,â 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.Â
You think youâre going to die at this rate.
He shivers, head falling back, hands gripped so tight over your hips. You wouldnât be surprised if crescent shaped nail marks dented your skin. Panting, he says, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. But you feel so good when I do it like this.â 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.Â
A few more strokes of this, and youâre both cumming. Kakuchouâs 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.Â
The sun turns golden, starting to dip below the horizon when it finally gets to Rindouâs turn. By that time, youâre shaking and babbling, âwait wait wait, âm- I need time. Gimme some time, please. I- I need a moment.â
Rindou grins, the first time youâve seen that mouth lift up from the straight line it was permanently in. âPoor thing,â he says slowly, in a drawl almost. Heâs got a lazy way of speaking, which is surprising for a man who looks so sharp and quick-witted. âBut Iâve been wondering what this sweet cunt feels like,â 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.Â
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.Â
Rindou cups his palm around your sex and sighs. âWhoâs going first, Ran? Ah wait,â he turns to Takeomi, âYou donât mind if we go first, right?â The older man shakes his head and goes back to smoking. Your pussy pulses obscenely having Rindouâs hand wrapped around your heat, wrapped around where your sticky release lays.Â
âWhat kind of brother would I be if I didnât let my little brother have you first?â You donât know where he is, but you hear Ranâs voice close. You guess heâs behind you, since youâre currently occupied with Rindou, whoâs grinding his palm against your sex.Â
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 heâs 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 heâs still mounting you, before falling back down because itâs useless, heâs raising his hand. So you brace for it, just like you did Sanzuâs. But a pinch around your clit surprises you and tips you over the edge again.Â
âYouâre finally crying.â Rindou drawls, watching your little cunt quiver and twitch. âAll those times you were whining, not a single tear dropped from you.â Your head is pounding. Sanzuâs tug at your hair turned into a dull throb once Kakuchouâs turn hit, but Rindouâs bringing it back, and only then do you realize the tears staining your otherwise dry cheeks. Heâs 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.Â
Pulling his pants down, his cock springs out within the next second, a fat and hefty thing it is. Itâs 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.Â
Rindou notices and looks down before looking back up, nothing has changed from his expression. He looks just as aloof as before.Â
Youâre right about the girth, itâs a stretch when he sinks inside. Itâs almost mind numbing how his shaft stretches out your walls. Rindou murmurs a small âfuckâ beneath his breath once he bottoms out, and as soon as he does, heâs 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.Â
A slender but firm body steps in behind you.Â
âHeâs rough, isnât he?â Ranâs fingers smooth over the fat of your pussy lips where Kakuchouâs cum leaks incessantly, frothing around Rindouâs shaft in rings of white. He leans closer to your ear. âWant me to make it better for you?â And he kisses the tip, right where you burn from embarrassment. âA pretty girl like you should be treated nicely.âÂ
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. âPay attention to me. Iâm the one thatâs fucking you.â Ran chuckles lowly behind you. âAh, maybe I shouldâve warned you about that. My little brother doesnât like being ignored, and heâs got a nasty temper to match.â
âShut up.â Rindou grits, but he makes no move to stop him or push him back. Heâs content with letting the older man in on his turn. (The Haitani brothers love to overstimulate, and theyâre 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.Â
Within a few more strokes youâre cumming - for a sixth? Was it sixth? Time. The cock nestled inside you spurts its load.Â
But your agony doesnât end there because as soon as Rindouâs 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 didnât get to see what hisâŠendowments consisted of, so youâre going into his turn blind, but when he bottoms out close to where Kakuchouâs reach was, you gain a clue.Â
Ran is tall. Heâs one of the tallest of the men, but at the same time, heâs very slim. His dick represents that perfectly. He has Kakuchouâs reach, heâs 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.Â
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, âThink you can go one more? Think you can do that for Daddy?â
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.Â
âFuck, might have to change my pants again. Youâre making a mess everywhere, Princess.â 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, Rindouâs pants have changed. Kakuchouâs in a different set of clothes, but theyâre still formal.Â
Your face heats up even faster. Ran is right.Â
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 Sanzuâs damage still hurts you, in the same place that he just kissed. âDonât worry, Darling! You were good. A pretty, tight, good, very good hole,â Ran coos. He leaves you then, and the older man smoking makes his appearance.Â
Takeomiâs strokes are good. He knows how to angle his hips in a way that hits directly at your gspot. Doesnât focus on your puffy clit like the others did. You wouldnât 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 thatâs building in your stomach. The same kind you feel when youâre 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 canât even hold yourself upright anymore, head falling onto his shoulder.Â
Takeomi is cruel, his large hands squeeze your trembling thighs and keep them spread open for the others to see, slender hips that wonât stop the onslaught of sharp, ruthless thrusts up into your cervix. Your ears ring, and you canât count the amount of times youâve shook or shivered, how many times your hole twitched, squeezing onto Takeomiâs cock, or what the others are saying as they all exclaim, âFuuuuuck.â You canât even count past one orgasm since his turn.
Youâre 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, âS- stop. Please, I⊠i canât.â
Itâs 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 heâs 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 donât remember it being that white, and the others sound like theyâre talking in gibberish. Your body feels light, like youâre not even there, like your own consciousness isnât weighing you down. You feel a tug and a pull, and all of a sudden, youâre being lifted from his arms and into another.Â
Thereâs black eyes on you, pupils so small and slit-eyed, you think youâre looking into a catâs. Long blonde hair casts a curtain over you and this face, it shields you from the light. You think youâre slowly starting to come to.Â
âYou okay?â That sentence you heard perfectly clear and with clarity.
âY- âŠyeah.â
Kokonoi lays your body back on the bed, gently. When you try to shoot up, he stops you, pushing you back down. âLay back, Darling. Youâve done enough.â He aligns his cock head and slips in. You think heâs about average length. He doesnât feel too fat or tall. Nothing too extreme of what youâve already experienced, and as heâs moving farther inside, you think proudly - last one.
âAh shit.â 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. âShit, she-â he swallows. ââS all warm ân mushy.â He grinds his hips, tilting up, and his cock brushes against your poor, sensitive gspot. You couldnât possibly handle any more stimulation to it, so you almost lose it when your stomach turns taut - the fire licking at your loins explodes.Â
Your vision turns white for a second as your body locks up before blacking out.Â
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âOh fuck.â Kokonoiâs hips piston into yours when he feels you pulse sporadically on him.
âFuck, she doinâ that? Squirtinâ just by you bottominâ out, Koko?â Ran says with a hitched voice along the couch. âShit, think she actually passed out.â
âNot surprised. We all fucked her.â Takeomi says with a puff of smoke leaving his lips.
âKoko, do that again.â Ran walks up to you. âPull your dick out and shove it back inside her again.â Kokonoi does as heâs told, and when heâs inside again, tip brushing your sweet spot, a squelch resounds and a squish of cum leaves you.
Ranâs jaw drops, and his fingers twitch beside him. âHoly fucking shit, itâs true.â His eyes roam all over your messy pussy. âAnd look at this pretty girl.â He taps your engorged clit, which makes you cum again, unconscious. âAll swollen. Canât hide from us anymore.â He chuckles darkly.Â
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. âFuck. Why donât we do that more often?â Kokonoi breathes as he pulls out. Your cunt clenches and squishes more cum out with the drag of his cock over your walls.Â
âCuz a girl hasnât gotten us all excited to fuck her like this before.â Takeomi responds.
âYouâre right. A girl hasnât done this to us before.â 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. âLetâs make her our personal call girl.âÂ
A beat of silence passes.
 ââŠMikey, are you sure? Sheâs out of it right now.â 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. âWe can wait till she comes back then.â He grips your knee. âDonât want anyone else having her. Didnât you enjoy your time today?âÂ
The room turns silent again, no one says anything in denial.Â
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. Youâre 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.Â
But you donât stop yourself when you sign the papers.
ê„ Synopsis : a sleepless night leads to more when your step brother asks for your help.
ê„ Word count : 2.1 k
ê„ A/N : can i write Ran without mentioning Rindou? no .. can i write Rindou without mentioning Ran? ... also no.
not proofread so if anything sounds stupid, no it doesn't âĄ
ê„ TW : smut, 18 +, rough sex in the bath basically, step cest, creampie, degrading, use of slut and whore, ass slapping , teasing, sexual tension, fingering, voyeurism (?), cervix fucking, mention of injury, mention of blood, slightest bit of praise, ran being ran <3 - i rlly would write a part 2 for this // thats all :)
Its 3:25 AM and its another sleepless night wondering when the two brothers would come home.
You hate to admit it but you do care for them, as much as the three of you always fight you do try to keep it civil for your mothers sake.
You've gotten used to nights like these by now but you can't help but worry for them every time, especially with knowing their dangerous job and how they get around.
Ever since she remarried and the two of you moved into the Haitani household things just haven't been quite the same. It's been such a pain having to live with them - they always stirred up nothing but trouble for you.
From small things like blaming things on you to yelling at you to change your clothes because they are too revealing and you " can't go out like that" to constantly fighting and picking on you , it never really got boring living with them. As much as it was a complete nightmare, it was also fun in it's own way.
Just as you're about to fall asleep, you hear the click of the front door and your eyes lazily open in a haze.
Getting out of bed slowly as to not wake anyone up, you put on your robe and make your way down the stairs quietly.
You notice the bathrooms light is on and the door is open, the sound of the faucet running makes you slowly make your way into the bathroom.
You lean on the side of the doorway, squinting slightly as your eyes adjust to the light while staring at the reflection of your older step brother shirtless as he leans over the sink, trying to wash the blood off his face.
Ran peaks his head up startled as your eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror making you laugh. He turns around, shushing you as he motions for you to come in and close the door behind you.
You stepped in and he sighs and takes a seat on the ledge of the bathtub as he looks up at you through his dark lavender eyes, messy damp hair sticking to his face.
" What are you doing up at this hour ? " He whispers as you get closer, your hand cupping his left cheek that looks swollen.
He pushes your hand away and you roll your eyes,
" Couldn't sleep, does it hurt ?"
You extend your hand out towards his face again before pausing to gaze down at the bloody dress shirt on the floor and back up at him, dropping your hand by your side looking unimpressed - as you often do knowing it wasn't his blood staining the material-.
He chuckles, bringing his hands to rest on your waist pulling you closer,
" Were you worried about me ? "
You pull away, your hands resting on the sink as you scoff, a small blush forming on your face.
" Worried ? Pft - never , where is Rindou ? "
" He's already gone to sleep, don't worry 'bout him" He rubs the back of his neck, a small tired groan leaving his lips.
You nod silently and turn around to leave only to feel a cold hand placed on your shoulder.
"Since you're up, can you help me clean up at least ?"
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" Keep your boxers on, damn - " You feel your face burning up, covering your eyes and turning around as Ran clicks his tongue and gets in the bath tub.
" I am not doing that , stop actin like you've never seen a dick and turn around dumbass "
You reluctantly do so, your eyes falling on his chest watching him hover the shower head over his head, blood washing off his body.
Avoiding looking there didn't last too long, unintentionally biting your lower lip when his eyes were shut, having to sneakily do a double take.
You couldn't help it after all, his body was toned and his size was nothing you've seen before. Now you seemed to understand what those girls he brought home were screaming about , but regardless - you push the intrusive thoughts out of your head as he lowers himself in the bathtub.
You ignored the obvious grin forming on his face choosing instead to silently reach out for the bottle of body wash.
Humming, you take the wash cloth and lather it up, tilting your head down towards Ran who looks back at you through his wet eyelashes with a smile as you start running the cloth over his back slowly, your other hand placed on his shoulder signalling for him to turn around.
" You got nothin to smile about, being reckless like this isn't gonna get you anywhere Haitani - not that it's any of my business " You scold him, avoiding eye contact as he turns around and you start to wash his chest, a small content sigh leaving his lips as he relaxed back in the hot tub.
" Acting like my mother n still insisting you don't care, how sweet " Ran chuckles and you run your hand down his chest, admiring the intricate tattoo inked on his skin that you've seen a million times by now - but never quite like this.
The tension between the two of you made it hard to breathe and the steam rising from the water didn't help much. It was hard to keep a clear head around him , you always noticed that he made you nervous since the first day you stepped foot into the house.
" Hm, what you thinkin bout ?" He raises an eyebrow and places his hand on top of yours and you finally make eye contact with him, his dark purple eyes staring into yours longingly.
" Ah, nothing - come on, rinse yourself, i have work in the morning and i need my sleep " You pull your hand away from his and quickly turn around towards the sink to rinse the soap off your hands only to hear him call out your name, hissing through his teeth.
" Ouch, fuck - my arm " He groans, his expression twisting as he shifts in the bathtub making you widen your eyes , turning back around and leaning over the bath tub concerned.
" Are you oka-"
As soon as you were close enough, Ran reached his hands out, dropping the act and giggling like a little kid once he managed to latch onto your hands and pull you into the water with a big splash, your silk pj shorts and top still on.
" You fucking asshole , i should of known " You roll your eyes and give him a death glare, punching a hand into his chest while he silently stares at you in awe with one hand over his lips, still chuckling.
You let out a small gasp, feeling the material cling and stick onto your body uncomfortably as you try to move and stand up.
" God... look at me " He mutters and you turn around to face him still sitting in the cramped bath tub, your hands placed on either sides of it trying to pull yourself up.
" What do you want ? " You avoid eye contact, splashing him with water as you feel your cheeks starting to burn up in embarassment.
" I said, at me " Smirking, he grabs your wrists and places your hands on his shoulder making you lose balance and slide forward, your clothed body now on top of his.
" Stop messing around - i'm seri-ous.. " Your voice trembles, echoing between the bathroom walls when you feel his hands placed on either side of your waist when he slides himself up in a sitting position making you let out a small gasp .
" I'm serious too - i want you " He looks up at you, pinching the material of your shirt between his fingers and slowly lifting it up over your head, leaving you exposed.
You freeze up not knowing how to react, trying to cover your chest with your hands making him shake his head with a lazy smile. He goes to remove your hands away from your chest, his fingers softly running over your body before landing on your hips, tugging down at the waist band of your wet shorts.
You look down at him, his eyes glossing over your lips before going back to your eyes and you couldn't help but feel your stomach twisting, the hot water around your bodies burning your skin.
Giving into the desire, you slowly lower your lips to meet his in a passionate kiss. Your lips part, granting his tongue entrance as you exhale, trying to lift your head up for air only to feel one of his hands tangled in your hair roughly pulling you back into the kiss, his other hand pulling down the thin material of your shorts.
" The door -" You breathe against his lips making him grin, his hand roughly grabbing your ass making a small moan leave your lips.
" ... the door isn't shut - fuck, Ran " Your head falls on his shoulder, lifting your ass up so he can fully remove the material.
" Say my name like that again - louder " His two fingers travel up your thighs, brushing against your lower lips before sliding in. You bite into his shoulder in order to muffle yourself , his name along side curses rolling off your tongue over and over like a chant as he increases his pace.
" I'm gonna let you in on a little secret " His fingers get removed from you quickly making you raise your head to look at him, a whine echoing through the walls.
" Oh - fuck " Your lips part in shock feeling him lower you onto his cock without warning, his lips brushing against your jawline as he begins moving slowly, the water splashing everywhere with every hard thrust.
" Rindou... isn't asleep " Ran chuckles into your skin and your face burns up instantly, tightening down at the thought of being caught which you knew Ran could feel from the small groan that left his lips.
You look down at him teasingly, biting on your lower lip trying to surpress moans while feeling his tip kiss your cervix with every move making your eyes roll back.
" He's gonna - hear - Ran !" You cry out loud, your nails digging into his back as he starts to move quicker, landing loud harsh slaps on your ass as he fucks up into you.
" You'd love that wouldn't you ? - for him to see you being such a filthy slut " Ran groans feeling you tighten down even harder on him at his words, not being able to keep quiet any longer.
" God yes , i'm gonna - cum " Your voice breaks shamelessly against his lips while the two of you kiss, letting loud moans escape into his mouth as you let go on his cock, your stomach feeling full.
He doesn't slow down his pace at all, instead only going harder and faster gripping on the skin of your ass tighter.
" Without asking ? Such a greedy whore " He coos, his dick twitching inside of you as he nears his high as well.
" Shit - it's so- good " You try to say coherently, completely drunk off pleasure hearing him groan your name under his breath; his pace finally slowing down into sharp long thrusts.
" Took me so well - fuck, just as i knew you would " He praises you , his hands raising to touch your face looking at your tear filled eyes, your hair sticking to your face while letting out loud moans.
" Fill me up - make me your slut " You exhale, moving your hips impatiently feeling your second orgasm approaching,
" Please - please " You plead with tears in your eyes, the sight pushing Ran over the edge, his large hand wrapped around your neck pressing your lips to his as he strokes in a couple more times.
" Cum for me - let me hear you " Ran finishes inside of you and you come undone at the same time as him, screaming his name before your body falls exhausted on top of his still trying to come down from your high.
Ran mutters your name with a chuckle and you let out a small " mm? ", lifting your head up slowly to see him look towards the door.
" ...About that door " His chuckle turns louder seeing you freeze up and quickly raise your head in shock, covering your face once your eyes meet Rindou frame standing in the doorway, choking quietly once your eyes land on the awfully obvious print straining against his grey shorts.
" Well " Rindou pauses, smiling at your embarassed expression.
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: going to your friendâs bridal shower leads to you getting some alone time with the best looking stripper youâve ever seen
đ đđ§đ«đ: smut/stripper au (minors + ageless blogs dni!! youâll be blocked)
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: sex for money, unprotected sex, grinding, pet names, vaginal sex, size kink, dumbification, praise, cum swallowing
đ°đšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 1k+
đđđ đđđđâđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđ đ đđđđ. only reason why you were going to this nightclub tonight was because it was your friend's engagement party. no one had clued you in that there was also going to be strippers involved in these festivities.
yet here you were, sitting back in awe as these half naked men performed for you and the rest of the group. your friends were cheering and throwing their cash at all the men but there was one in particular that caught your eye. the one in the cowboy hat.
his long hair is tied back into a ponytail to keep it out of his face as he grinded against the stage for all of your entertainment. naturally heâs shirtless, in nothing but tight black boxers, with his abs on full display. his skin is glistening with sweat as he performs for your friends. even if you wanted to take your gaze off of him you couldnât.
the stripper must have felt your stare because eventually he sends you a little smirk, keeping his own eyes glued on you for the rest of his routine. heat pools over your entire body as it feels like heâs dedicating every dance to you. you donât even realize youâre holding your breath until he approaches you after the show.
âlike what you see, darlinâ?â he asks, flashing you a smile that makes you feel like youâre gonna faint.
nodding quickly, you take whatever cash you have left on you and tuck it in between the waistband of his boxers. that earns you a whistle from the stripper. âthatâs a generous tipâ he chuckles. âyou know, are more generous customers get a little treat in the back rooms. how do you like the sound of that? a little one on one time with me?â.
youâd be a fool not to accept. letting him gently pull you away from your friends, you find yourself being led into a cozy lounge. it was complete with a bed with red silky sheets. your hearts pounding so loudly in your chest that you barely hear him when he asks you to lay down.
âshakinâ like a leaf, sweetheart. relax, i wonât biteâ he reassures crawling up your body before a smirk stretches across his face. ânot unless you want me to. gonna take care of you, yeah?â.
nodding, your breath hitches when his lips find your neck. the large bulge in his boxers starts grinding against your core. heâs barely done anything and your head is already spinning. you wanted to ask him before but now youâre having trouble forming words. eventually you choke out a ân-name?â.
he chuckles against your skin. âdrakenâs fine, sweet thing. mind if i take these off of you?â he hums, playfully tugging on your clothes. breathlessly, you nod. next thing you know drakenâs skillfully stripping you of every article of fabric until youâre completely vulnerable to him.
âlook at you. pretty and a good tipperâ drakenâs eyes scan over your body before safely tucking away the money you gave him and kicking off those skin tight boxers. you knew it was big but fuck⊠when drakenâs cock slaps against his stomach you canât hold in your gasp.
he chuckles at your adorable reaction. giving himself a few pumps before lining himself up with your entrance. âgot one more question for you, darlinâ. looked like a bridal shower out there. you wouldnât be the bride, would you?â.
quickly you shake your head. that earns you a grin from the man above you. âgood. wouldnât wanna be a home wreckerâ draken smirks, pushing himself inside. immediately heâs stretching you out in a way that has your head sinking into the pillow underneath you.
grabbing his large biceps for support, itâs impossible for you to hold in your moans as he slowly bottoms out. âthatâs it. look at you taking me so wellâ draken praises. ânone of my other clients take it this good. you really are special, sweetheartâ.
youâre already too dumb on his cock to answer. that just earns another lighthearted laugh from the stripper before he starts moving. with each thrusts he seems to hit even deeper inside of you. all you can do is hope that the walls are soundproof as loud whines leave your lips.
âfuck, you feel amazingâ draken growls, unable to take his eyes off your pussy swallowing him whole with each rut of his hips. âyou should come here more often. would love to keep giving you your own private shows. wouldnât you like that? shit, of course you wouldâ.
all you can do is mindlessly nod and babble back at him. any other time you would have thought doing something like this was scandalous or even dirty but no oneâs ever fucked you this good. you could already tell that the orgasm building up inside you was going to be worth every penny.
âthink âm gonna cum soonâ you confessed, heat bubbling in the pit of your stomach.
draken half snickers half groans at your warning. âyouâre the customer here, darlinâ. can cum whenever you wantâ he reassures, throwing your leg over his shoulder. unable to hold out any longer, you take that as your permission to cum around his length.
cursing, draken pulls out the minute you come down from your high to give himself a few desperate pumps. youâre not sure why but you sit up and open your mouth to him. âwhatâs that, want to taste me?â he asks, receiving a cute little nod in return. âwhatever my little tipper wantsâ draken nods, standing so he can aim himself better. a few flick of his wrists later and thick white ropes are shooting from his tip and on to your welcoming tongue.
âdamn, so goodâ drakenâs chest heaves as he watches you swallow his cum eagerly. ânow iâm not sure if iâm the one being rewarded or youâ.
licking the last drop from your lips, you look up at draken with your doe eyes. âi-if i can get you more money can i have another?â you beg. for a moment draken express falters, clearly a little flustered by the request.
he regains his composure quickly, smiling down on you. âđ đđ đđđ, đđđđđđ đđđđđ, đđđđ đđđđ đđđâđ đđ đđđ đđđđđâ.
Ok, hear me out - i have a theory. What if Sanzu is indeed the second timeleaper and Mikeys been ending the same way every scenario cause Sanzu secretly hates Mikey for scarring him when they were young and now Sanzu wants revenge by catering Mikeyâs dark impulses and making his life miserable. I know this might sound crazy but how he told Mikey âas u descend further into darkness I remain your only friendâ or smth along the lines?? As if Sanzu doesnt want Mikey to get better, manipulating Mikey into thinking he is the only one that cares for him, while planning Mikeyâs ultimate destruction???
warning: explicit, 18+, dark content, incest (ran gives you oral while rin fucks you, ran spits in rins mouth, double vag dp), threeway (mmf), double vaginal penetration, cheating, dubcon, petnames (babygirl, baby, princess, kitten)
summary: Ran and Rindou just love to play games with you. wc: 2.9k
an: here is another incest warning!
18 + // minors dni // dark content
âHm?â The bed you had been fast asleep in shifted, rousing you from a deep sleep, âdidn't realize you got up baby.â
Ranâs body slipped in next to yours under the covers silently. âMmm, everything âk baby?â You still felt the tight hold sleep had on you. The warmth of the sheets, the plush pillows, the darkness of the room â all of it kept your eyes closed and your body too asleep to move.
Well, that was the case until you felt Ranâs body press against your back, cuddling up into you, skin against yours. Your mind, still half awake, began to move a bit faster. Lips touched your bare shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist. That was it. That was exactly what had felt wrong. The realization hit you as you recognized the feeling of a hard cock pressing against your naked ass. The size, the body, the ways the lips felt, the way the hands touched you. Not Ran. Not Ran. Not Ran. You mind played those words over and over. Not. Fucking. Ran.
You went to move, you tried to move, but the arm wrapped around your waist pulled you hard against him. He had been prepared for this, he had been prepared for you to try and move. A second hand moved beneath the pillow your head had been resting gently on and found its way up wrapping gently around your throat.
âHeard you like thisâ That was it, that was the difference. âRan keeps telling me how you like it. Says you go crazy for this.â He squeezed your throat a little tighter.
âRinâ your voice was quiet. âRin what are you doing?â
He didnât respond, just slowly dragged his cock up and down your skin, spreading the precum that had already been collecting at his tip.
âRin please, you shouldnât be here. You need to go.â You tried to sound firm but between the hand wrapped around your throat, the sleepy haze that still surrounded you, and the feeling of need building up in your core, you couldnât possibly come across exactly how you had intended to.
âNo, no babygirl, itâs ok.â Another soft kiss against your shoulder. âDonât worry, I just wanna get a taste. Mâkay? Just want a little taste, that's all.â
âButâŠâ His hand released your neck and a finger was placed to your lips.
âNope, now just be good, ok?â He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your shoulder. âIt will be good I promise.â
He let up pressure on your waist slowly, making sure you wouldnât slip out of his grip. When you made no move to leave, his lips pressed against you neck, his hand gripped your throat again, and his hips bucked against you. You hated every moment of refusal of your body to listen to your mind â you wanted to move, but you couldnât make yourself.
âWhere⊠Where is Ran?â You felt nauseous at the idea of him walking in on you like this. You had fallen asleep with him, just like this, your back nestled against his chest, his arm draped across your waist.
âShhh babygirl. Donât even worry about him right now.â You opened your lips to speak again, but his grip tightened on your throat and you stopped talking. âLift that leg for me?â Rindouâs hand slowly dragged down from your waist to your thigh, tapping it as he spoke. You complied and lifted it, you felt sick to your stomach, you felt butterflies, you felt the familiar warmth of need.
âMmmhmm good girl. Knew youâd be sâgood for me.â He pulled his cock down, slipping it between your thighs. He bucked his hips, his tip pressing against your opening for a moment and then moving up through your folds, tapping your clit. You leaned into him, you pressed back, the sensation of his cock gliding through your slick folds made you whine, made you heart race.
âSee, babygirl, see. I knew you wanted this.â He bit your shoulder, teeth pushing into your skin, surely leaving a mark. You arched your back at the sensation of the teeth pressed into your flesh, at the cock gliding between your folds, at the cock nudging your clit.Â
âHow âbout I put it inside babygirl? What do you think about that?â His voice, low and breathy, right against your ear, sent shivers down your spine. âIâll take no answer as a yes.â He leaned down and dipped a finger in your fluttering pussy. âAhh still full of Ranâs cum, yeah? That cunt is nice and full, but I think we can stuff it a little more? Dontcha think, babygirl?â You whined as he lined his cock up with your pussy, as he slid the tip in. The feeling was so much different from his brothers but so similar. God could you have even told them apart?Â
âSâfucking tightâ He groaned. âSâfucking wet.â Rin pushed his hips as far up as he could, as far in as he could get. Your pussy fluttering around his girth, the stretch of him burned but felt like heaven. âDonât worry that pretty little head, wont wreck this pussy too much. Ran would kill me if I did, ya know?â He pulled out and pushed back in. Your cunt was so sensitive after the beating you had been taking all night from Ran. He had always loved to take his time, to delay every orgasm, then forced so many out of you, you always ended up begging him to stop, and the night had been especially long.Â
Rindouâs slow movements were mesmerizing, were calming, were dragging you into a hazy world of pleasure. âYou can drop your leg now, sweetheart.â He placed a kiss on your ear. You hadnât even realized you had been holding it still. Your hand moved directly to the back of his head, gripping his hair, pulling his face closer.
âMmmm. see baby, knew you wanted me.â His hand trailed across your hips and down to your clit. âWanna cum for me babygirl? I wanna know how it feels to have ya cumminâ on my cock.â He pressed his lips to you cheek as you nodded. You had had so many orgasms already, four? Five? It had been a long night, but another sounded divine, another from Rinâs soft slow movements sounded perfect.
He slipped his fingers down a little further to collect some slick and moved back to your clit, making slow circles, listening to you breathe, to your heart beat, to your little whines as he rubbed your sensitive bud. âFeel good, yeah?â It felt so good, but you were still lost for words, Â trying to somehow convince yourself that if you didnât acknowledge it it would just end up being a dream.
Rinâs cock was dragging slowly in and out of your cunt, his fingers running lazy circles around your clit, your orgasm kept building, it kept building but at this pace you would never be pushed over, and he knew it. He had to know it. He knew.
âDoes it feel good, kitten?â A familiar voice dragged you back from the bliss you had been floating in. âDo you like the way he feels?â Your eyes sprung open wide. Ran was kneeling next to the bed, covered in the complete darkness of the room.Â
âR⊠RanâŠâ You started to panic, you tried to move, but as soon as you did Rindouâs hand was back on your waist anchoring you to the bed.Â
âItâs ok, kitten. Iâm glad you are enjoying yourself.â He caressed your face. âNo need to be embarrassed. Knew youâd like this, knew youâd want this.â His lips met yours, his brotherâs met your neck. You found yourself kissing Ran back, pressing yourself back onto Rinâs cock.Â
âRan, think she is having a hard time cumminâ Rinâs tone was light hearted. He was teasing you.Â
âOhhh is that right, kitten? Are you having a hard time? Do you need my help?â His lavender eyes met yours, god he wanted this didnât he? âMâkay, Iâll help, no need to say anything.â He turned on the lamp that sat next to your bed, the low amber light illuminated the scene you were sure was embarrassing. He gripped the blanket and pulled it away, revealing Rindouâs and your naked bodied pressed against each other, his cock buried in you. Ranâs eyes moved up and down you two slowly. âWhat a sight.â He sighed and tapped your cheek. âYou two look good together.â
âTold ya we would.â Rindouâs lips still so close to your ear it sent shivers back down your spine.
Ran moved slowly down your body, running his fingers gently down your skin, passing your pussy, down your thighs.Â
âOpen these up, would ya?â Rin slipped his hand to your leg and spread them, dragging your whole body so you were half on-top of him, letting Ran take in the full view. He settled himself between your spread thighs, placing a kiss to the soft skin.
âBeautiful.â He sounded sincere. He stayed there, longer than you had expected, staring up at you two. The eyeful of his brotherâs cock wrapped up in your tight pussy was somehow enchanting to him.
âNow look at this little clit of yours.â The silence finally broken, Ran flicked your clit gently. âSo puffy and swollen. How many times have you cum tonight?â another flick and you pushed yourself further down on Rinâs cock.
âFour.. four IâŠâ Your were cut off with a touch of his tongue, quick and light.Â
âFour you think? Kitten, I think we were at five when you finally gave up.â He pressed a soft kiss to the swollen flesh. âThis pretty little clit of yours is insatiable. Youâd think five was enough. But she is just trembling for more isnât she?â Fuck, you knew you were. Your clit was throbbing for more attention.
âNow, you want me to make you cum on my little brother cock, yeah? I know you do, that cunt is drooling all over him.â You nodded, just barely.Â
âNeed you to say it, babygirl, need you to tell Ran exactly what you want.â
âYup, or you wont get it.â
âI⊠I want you toâŠâ your heart was in your throat. Rinâs hand on your leg tightened and spread you just a little bit more, Ranâs mouth hovered above your throbbing clit, washing you in his hot breath. âRan please make me cum.â
âOn?â
âOn your little brotherâs cock.â
âThatâs my girl.â Ran smiled and Rindou chuckled. Ran sucked your clit gently into his mouth. Your cunt clench down on Rinâs cock at the sudden pleasure.Â
âThink she likes this Ran.â Rin could barely get the words out between his moans.
Ran released you clit from his lips replacing them with two fingers and dragged his tongue down, coming dangerously close to your stuffed cunt. You and Rindou moaned almost in unison.
âFuck Ran.â You could feel Rinâs cock throbbing as his brotherâs tongue moved up to your clit, and down sucking your lips into his mouth, causing you to grip his length even tighter. âRan. Fuck I donât wannaâŠâ
âShh, you both better wait until Iâm done here.â Rin groaned in response as Ran continued to slide his tongue up to your clit and back down. His fingers on your clit were still moving, slow circles, keeping up with your bucking hips, with Rinâs bucking hips.
âFuck you two.â Ranâs voice was cracking. He replaced his fingers with his mouth again, sucking gently on your clit.
âClose babygirl?â Another sloppy kiss on your neck. You were, the knot in your core was tightening, the pressure that had been building up slowly, was so close to overflowing. Ranâs tongue slid against your clit with more pressure, a few long slow licks, followed by a few more flicks, and then pulling you into his mouth. His tongue made quick work of your swollen, throbbing clit, as you were quickly pushed into your orgasm. Your body trembled, your toes curled, your pussy clenched hard on Rindouâs cock.
âFuck. Fuck she is grippin me sâtight, Ran. Pussy sâgood.â The words were lost on you as Ran refused to let up, his lips still wrapped around you. You tried pulling away, but Rinâs arms still anchored you down.Â
âBetter not fill that pretty cunt yet, Rin.â Ran had finally let go of you, but his lips dragged across your twitching clit as he spoke.
âWell fucking hurry up then. I canât⊠â
âI know you can hold out a little longer, Rin.â Ran laughed. âJust wanna get in here too.â
Your mind was still flooded with pleasure to fully process the situation as Ran moved from between your legs, as Rin pulled your body fully on-top of him. When Ran was hovering over you, you finally were able to open your eyes.
âHey kitten, how was that? You liked it, yeah?â You nodded.
âKnew she would.â Rinâs voice still in your ear. âThink sheâll like this too.â
Ran leaned down and kissed you, the taste of your juices on his lips was something you were used to and you adored. He pulled away, a string of saliva and slick connecting your face.Â
âGood orgasm, wasnât it? You came so hard, kitten. So hard.â As he spoke his head drifted over to Rin. âWanna taste?â Rin nodded enthusiastically, opening his mouth wide, and Ran let a glob of spit fall from his own mouth into Rinâs.
âDelicious.â Rinâs only words when Ran pulled away from him. They both smiled at each other, it was sinful, it was full of lust and excitement, it made your cunt flutter.
âOh Ran I think she liked that too.â
âI know what my princess likes.â With that you could feel Ran move, his cock in his hand, his cock pressing against your cunt that was currently filled with his brother's cock.
âWont.. wont fitâŠâ Your eyes were wide, there was no way, it would hurt too much.
âShh babygirl, just relax, we will make it fit, I promise.â Rin gripped your chin and pulled your face to his, kissing you. You could taste the three of you on his tongue. Your hips moved on their own, aching to have them both inside you. He kept kissing you, tongue sliding against yours, lips moving slowly, hand caressing you cheek. All the while, Ran was slowly pushing himself, centimeter by centimeter into your tight cunt. He was determined to fit, being jammed into your cunt with his brother had been on his mind for a long time, and it was going to happen now no matter what.Â
A loud groan escaped his lips when he finally pushed his head in.Â
âFuckâŠâ Your moan muffled by Rinâs own moan at the sensation.
âFuck Ran, hurry, donâ think I can last long like this.â Rin was dying to move, his own orgasm becoming more and more difficult to hold back.
âI⊠I know⊠Just so tightâŠâ Ran was fighting his own, he needed to be buried inside you too, he needed to feel your cunt gripping him and his brotherâs throbbing cock before he would let himself cum, but no matter where he moved his eyes this sight brought him closer, you and Rin kissing deeply, moaning into each others' mouths or his cock slowly making room for himself inside your tight drooling pussy.
After what felt like eternity, you felt the unbearable pressure of what Ran and Rinâs cock buried inside you completely was. The pleasure was overwhelming. The pain was overwhelming. Ran moved in to kiss you. His breath was heavy, his body was shaking holding up his weight.Â
âRin... Rin rub her clit ok? See if we can get her toâŠâ He couldnât complete his sentence as the feeling of Rinâs fingers quickly finding your clit and rubbing you caused you to grip their cocks tighter than he was prepared for.
There was nothing but moans and labored breaths as Ran moved slower than you could ever have imagined, dragging himself in and out of your dripping, fluttering cunt, up and down his brotherâs throbbing cock, as Rin rubbed circles against your overstimulated clit, begging you for your seventh orgasm of the long night.
You were the first to let go, the pressure, the pain, the overwhelming sensation of their bodies, had your dam quickly breaking, had you being thrown into a body convulsing orgasm, had your vision blurring.Â
You donât know who followed you next, but they were not far from each other as the tight pulled of your orgasm, of the way your cunt milked them, begging for their seed, finally had them both filling you up. The pleasure lasted for what felt like ages. The two of them throbbing inside you, their cum completely filling you with little way to leak out. Your head spinning orgasm, only leaving the thoughts of Ran and Rin in your brain.Â
âFuck.â One of them spoke but in your haze you couldnât make out who. Ran pulled out though. He rolled over onto the other side of Rin who, somehow, slid you with shaking arms off of his cock and into the small space between the two of them.
"Kitten, youâre such a mess.â Ranâs voice was full of exhaustion as he pulled you closer to him. âGonna have taâ clean you up good in the morning.â
âGonna have to clean all of us up.â Rin pressed his body against yours, being dragged down by the same exhaustion that had hit you and Ran.Â
âLove you two.â Ran was almost asleep, you could hear it in his voice, his words drifting off.
âMe too.â both you and Rin seemed to say in unison as you snuggled into each other and let sleep take you.
drug dealer! kazutora who loves whenever you, his favorite customer, buys from him. and each time you go over there, heâs able to convince you to stay for a little bit and get high with him. it started off with something simple, a couple blunts to warm you both upâŠand it somehow had advanced to cocaine, which really had you two out of it.
and somehow someway, you had ended up on your back, thighs pushed against your chest as you loudly moaned from his thick dick stretching out your walls while he put down another line right above your breast before snorting it off, throwing his head back and cumming inside of you for the nth time tonight.
ê„ Synopsis : A knock on the door sends you right back to him and youâre starting to come to terms with the idea heâs never gonna let you move on.
ê„ Word count : 1.8k
ê„ TW : soft dom! Hanma, dirty talk, slight size kink if u squint, brief mention of injury, toxic relationship, mention of cigarette, oral, pussy eating, finger fucking, cervix bruising, hanmaâs big dick, slightly rough sex (?), spit, pussy slapping, orgasm control, degrading, LOTS of praise, âdaddyâ said once, choking, soft smut, fluff at the end ig, 18+
It's been a week since you broke things off with Hanma. No texts, no phone calls, nothing.
It was weird to him, since you'd usually come back crawling to him after a few days, but you've had enough. Enough of his empty promises and words, always saying he' ll change as if he ever really cared.
And just as you were about to get over him, just as life was looking up and you were planning to go out with your friends for the night, a few knocks at your door had you startled. You get on your tip toes and check in the peephole, your mouth dropping when you catch a glimpse of Hanma looking badly injured on the other side of the door.
You open the door, and his tired golden eyes peer through yours as he sighs of relief. You widen your eyes at the state he's in, small cut on the side of his cheek bone and a few bruises. You hated the fact you felt worried, your stomach turning as you let him in.
He takes a seat on your couch, wincing at the pain when he runs a hand on his bruised knuckles.
" What the fuck are you doing here ?" You ask after closing the door, your body leaning on the side of the living room's opening.
"Wanted to check if you were fucking anyone else" He lets out a tired chuckle as he gestures for you to sit next to him.
You roll your eyes as you stand upright,
" You're such an idiot, how'd you get your ass beat ?"
You unintentionally let out a laugh as you near him, making him scoff and pull you towards him so you stand between his legs, his hands loosely placed on your hips. His body sitting down is almost as tall as yours standing, and that always made you feel incredibly small.
"Draken " He says in a low tone, the smell of whiskey lingering on his breath telling you he's been drinking. You widen your eyes and shake your head hesitating to pull away before getting the first aid kit.
He couldn't have found out, right ? It was probably just another one of their normal fights.
You go back to standing between his legs, bending down to tend to his injuries. He winces once the alcohol hits his wounds, making you pause and firmly grab his face.
" Ow o-"
" Stay fucking still " You expressed, clearly annoyed. He smirks as you finish putting on a band aid, looking up at you.
" Why haven't you texted me ?" He asks suddenly, laying back on the cushions on the couch as he pulls you closer.
You scoff and pull away before taking a seat next to him, leaving him surprised.
" I said i was done, okay ? " You begin, looking down nervously at your hands placed in your lap before looking up at him,
"I mean it, we're never- "
"Y/N " His assertive tone makes your heart drop, fingers twiddling with each other as you wait for him to continue.
"Were you even gonna tell me ?" He ignores what you were saying before and chuckles bitterly, looking down at you.
"W-What ?" You stutter, a small gasp leaving your lips when he suddenly grabs on your neck, tattooed hand wrapped snugly around it.
" You wanna play dumb, huh ?" He grits his teeth, golden eyes going darker as you pause trying to gather your thoughts.
" We're never getting back together Shu, i fuck who i want" You choke out smiling, feeling his hand tighten around your neck.
He pushes you down into the couch, his body hovering over yours as he brings his face closer.
" Not even you believe that " He smirks against your lips, your heart is beating faster as you feel him roughly press his lips to yours, his hand dropping from your neck to your thighs.
He bites on your bottom lip as he parts his lips from yours, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites from your neck slowly travelling down your body making you let out small moans. He lowers the band of your pants and pauses as he looks up at you, the grin on his face growing as he feels you tangle your hands in his hair giving him a light tug.
" Use your words, baby "
" Touch me, Hanma- fuck"
You feel him cup your pantie covered cunt in his hand making you whine when you feel his thumb swipe over your clit lightly.
" Like this ?" He licks his lips, watching over your whiny reactions knowing its not enough for you.
" M-More"
" More ? " He lands a harsh slap on your cunt, the stinging sensation of pleasure and pain making you let out a loud gasp.
" What a greedy whore, after what you've done ân said i should leave you like this, don't you think mm? "
You buck your hips up, your hands playing in his hair,
â I-I didnât mean to baby â You pout innocently, a smirk forming on your face once his head dips down between yours legs, his fingers swiftly taking off your panties. You part your legs and look down at him, your arousal glistening between your thighs.
â Hanma, need youâ You mumble as his eyes come up to meet yours again. He shakes his head smiling to himself as a small âfuckâ is drawn from his lips.
â The shit you do to meâ
He couldnât hold himself back any longer. He starts kissing softly on your inner thigh, leaving bite marks leading up to your cunt before licking a long stripe up your slit, stopping to flick his tongue over your clit.
You squirm under his touch as he pins your thighs down so he can dive in deeper, tongue fucking you hungrily as you chant his name under your breath, feeling yourself nearing your first orgasm.
âââM so close.. Hanma - Fuckâ You moan out, pushing his head deeper. You look down at him as he keeps eye contact, smirking before dipping two fingers in your warmth and curling them with every thurst as he continues to suck on your clit. You legs shake around his head and he feels you tighten around his fingers.
â Let go babyâ He pants, and his words throw you over the edge . You roll your eyes back, a string of curses leaving your lips as you come undone all over his fingers.
You look down at him as he licks you up, messy hair hanging over his face as he stands up, hovering over your mouth. He taps your cheek gently,
âOpen up, pretty â
You do as he says, lolling out your tongue as you watch a trail of spit leave his lips. You close your mouth, your eyelashes fluttering as you swallow and look up at him.
He grins, giving you a light peck on the lips.
â Good girl â
You let out a small whine once you feel him grab you by your waist, placing you straddled on his lap. Your hands immediately lower to his belt, fiddling desperately with it making him chuckle mockingly. He pushes away your hands, slightly lowering his boxers before pulling out his cock, tip flushed red and leaking with precum.
You slowly lower yourself on him and he loves seeing your face every time you take in another inch. You wince at the stretch, you could never get quite used to the feeling of his 8 inches and the thickness of his cock entering you.
Once you bottom out, he grabs your face and pulls you closer, watching your teary eyes as you try to adjust.
â This is the last time we fuck, so make it countâ
He whispers, and your mouth drops as he starts thrusting up into you without warning.
âN-No â You cry out a moan, gasping when his hands come into contact with your bare ass, giving it a big slap.
âNo? Then say youâre sorryâ He groans, watching you tits bounce up and down as you ride on him.
â âM sorry daddyâ You slur into his ear, making him bite his lip as he thrusts up to meet your pace.
âF-Fuck, for that?â He hisses, groaning as your cunt squeezes down onto him.
ââM sorry for- for fucking someone elseâ You try to coherently say as he bites into the flesh of your neck, earning another gasp from you.
âAnd?â
âA-And âm only yours - y-your slutâ You moan loudly as you feel your orgasm approaching.
âMm thats right baby, my pretty slutâ He growls into your ear as you dig your nails into his back, your legs shaking as he thrusts up harder into you, his tip kissing your cervix as he brushes up against your g spot perfectly.
âMh, please can i- cumm please pleaseâ
A sharp slap to your ass makes you whimper, looking at him through your watery eyes as you bite your lip.
â Hold itâ
âI- I canât â You cry out, your stomach curling as he continues his relentless thrusts into you.
â You can baby, fuck- you taking me so wellâ
His lips lock with yours, groans and moans being spilled into the kiss as you feel his thrusts becoming sloppier. He breaks the kiss, his head thrown back as you feel his dick twitch inside you.
â Please~â You mumble into the crook of his neck,
â Cumâ
Your vision blurs as you feel yourself cumming all over his cock, tightening down on him as loud chants of his name and moans spill from your lips.
He follows up quickly after, spurts of his cum filling your body as you slowly come down from your high, panting exhausted in his chest.
He pulls out of you and wraps his hands around you, and for a moment you felt as if time came to a stop while you both waited to catch your breath. You feel him lift his hand off you for a moment to bring a lighter to his cigarette.
â Youâre no good for me, Shuâ You mumble , a finger tracing his chest as you breathe in the familiar intoxicating smell.
â I know but.. i canât just let you go â He pauses, placing a kiss to your forehead,
â Youâre mineâ
You smile, shaking your head slightly as a sigh leaves your lips,
â I love youâ You exhale impulsively, making him chuckle as he pulls you up to meet your gaze, his cigarette being discarded in the ashtray placed on the small stand next to the couch.
â Whats that?â He grins, and you immediately shake your head no,
â You didnât hear anything â
He pulls you down into a long kiss, your tongues tangling with eachother before he pulls away to catch his breath, â I love you tooâ
note: i have a soft spot for hanma⊠yeah + the idea of him teaching you smoking is chef kiss
no proofreading
english isnât my native language
reblogs and comments are appreciated
You still remember the first time you met him, he made you discover a new whole world and a new better version of yourself. Love really makes miracles, or better saying, Hanma Shuji can make miracles.
It was a normal day at school, everything was normal and peaceful but you couldnât help but be bothered by the lack of adventure in your life. That didnât mean that you wanted to do something dangerous, rather you wanted to feel adrenaline on your body. Sighing you looked outside the window, luckily sitting back prevented the teacher from discovering your lack of attention during his lesson.
Fortunately this lesson was the last for the morning, meaning that in a while you would have lunch. You prepared quite a nice bento for yourself and you even managed to buy a piece of that strawberry cake, your favorite sweet.
As soon as the bell rang, you bolted outside and went straight to the rooftop. You liked eating there since not many students werenât there and it was much better than eating in your classroom.
When you arrived, you noticed that day you werenât alone, a guy was there. Black spiky hairs with blonde strands, a gold earring and two tattoos on his hands, sin and punishment.
Hanma Shuji. Heâs your school n°1 delinquent and the most feared person in the entire school. Everyone avoided him since he always brought trouble, but you were on the other handâŠfascinated by him.
You were curious about him, yes he was definitely the bad guy but he maybe would be more exciting than all your friends could ever be.Â
âFinished checking me up, doll.â
His husky voice made you return to reality and you shook your head embarrassed, quietly you sat far from him and began eating.
You were eating your so loved strawberry bread, when you sniffed an unusual odor in the air, nicotine, your gaze shifted towards the only person near you, Hanma. You were hypnotized by him and your eyes were so focused on him that you almost dropped your sweet.
Hanma smirked at your reaction and continued to smoke his cigarette, well-aware of your gaze fixated on his lips and cigarette.Â
âWanna try one doll, donât worry itâs free. I could never let a pretty girl like you pay.â
Like a moth attracted to flame, you went closer to him until your shoulders touched.
âAre you sure I can try?â
âYeah. Take this one, now lemme light it up for you.â
He put the cig between your lips and lighted it up, initially you coughed making him laugh at your attempt.
âDoll look at me and copy my movement.âÂ
He brought another stick to his lips and your eyes followed every single movement, and you couldnât lie but his lips looked irresistible.
Shuji could feel your gaze and winked at you, then he gave you another stick.
âShow me how you do it doll.â
You nodded and began to smoke, exactly how you saw him a few minutes earlier. Hanma was intrigued by you and by far you were the most interesting person he ever saw in that boring school.
He patted your head and murmured a âgood girlâ, making you smile proud of your achievement.
That was the beginning of your relationship, that slowly as a flower bloomed into love. Shuji was the best boyfriend you could ever find, he made everything better and funnier, like creating troubles and running away from the crime scene. Shuji poured colors in your boring life, while you showed him that love isnât a painful fist like his father taught him, but a gentle peck on the cheek, a kiss on his tattooed hand or on his lips.
Even after so many years you two are still together, no more girlfriend and boyfriend but now wife and husband.
âShu come here, the cake is ready!â
âComing dollfaceâ
You giggle at his nickname and begin to cut a piece of the strawberry cake, giving him the plate and a fork. Then you both sit on the couch, you on Hanmaâs lap, eating the cake while watching a movie.
You glance at his lips, between them a cigarette, you unconsciously lick yours and slowly get closer to him. He smiles and your lips touch in a gentle and pure kiss.Â
âDollface, wanna know why I like your strawberry cake?â
You shake your head and he kisses you again, this time on your forehead.
â âCus strawberries and cigarettes always taste like youâ
You smile before pulling him in another kiss, the movie now longer forgotten.
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