Warning: alpha x alpha & alpha x beta, non-con/dub-con, the entire family jumped in (mentioned), creampies, nsfw, vigilante reader, pseudocest/incest, uncomfy phrasings/terminology, etc.
When your ankle gets sprained during your first mission after presenting as an alpha but with you weak and vulnerable in bed the rest of your alpha-beta pack can show you just how disappointed they are you aren’t an omega by bending you over the living room couch and letting the whole pack see you as you get bitched by one of your alpha brothers, allowing the rest of the family to get a turn on you till your boneless over the couch’s arm with cum dripping down your legs and cock soft and soaked between your thighs.
(You still get carried to the nest though. You might end up with your face shoved into the pillows of a half-baked nest and your ass up in the air but still, you’re kissed and prodded at and babied till you wonder if it was all just some crazy hallucination.)
if your requests are open........ dustin x reader smut? where the reader is usually very outgoing and confident when it comes to intimacy, they r suuuuper easily embarrassed (but it lowkey turns them on). bonus points if theres a very obvious breeding kink + manhanding and rough sex.... and aftercare obvs 😛 tyty! if ur not comfy with it thats also super chill
Dustin Henderson-Quiet as a Mouse
/ᐠ - ˕ -マᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
Summary: You’re always the loudest in the room, outgoing and confident…that is, until Dustin gets you alone.
Genre: Smut!! Fluffy smut
CW: (NOT PROOFREAD) Gn!Reader, AFAB!Reader, no pronouns used, outgoing and confident Reader, second person point of view, use of pet names (sweetheart and baby), rough s€x, a bit of manhandling, breeding k1nk, unprotected p in v (do not follow this fics example!! Wrap it up ya’ll), creamp1e, I think that’s it??
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: Love this request omg!!! I kinda rushed through this so hopefully it’s still good…thank you for sending this in, I hope you like it!! 💖💖💕
/ᐠ - ˕ -マᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
You had always been outgoing, confident and loud about your opinions. Everyone around you knew your name, you were loud and people had learned to adapt to it.
You were used to being the loudest person in the room, the most confrontational. You always stood up for those who couldn’t, gave them a voice. It was simply who you were.
Somehow it was completely different in moments like these.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Dustin asks, inching closer to you. You stutter over a response, slowly backing away from him. It’s not that you wanted to put space between the two of you, but you had to. Dustin always turned you into some brainless thing when he cornered you like this.
“I-uh-“ You stumble over the words, brain lagging. You bump into the wall, glancing back at it before meeting Dustin’s eyes with a panicked look.
“Cat got your tongue?” Dustin was always the opposite of you. He could be loud but most of the time he was quiet. He was shy and kept to himself. When he did speak he was always soft spoken, always polite. He never talked back, even if he wanted to. At least, that’s what you thought…
“Dustin…I don’t-“ The words die on your tongue when he crowds into your personal space. His face is inches from yours and you can feel his breath.
“Don’t what? Hm?” He taunts, reaching a hand up to stroke your cheek.
“I didn’t…think you’d be here. You said you-“ You pause when his hand drifts lower, brushing over your clothed chest. “Had a class.” You swallow the lump in your throat, meeting his eyes once more. There’s something hungry about the way he looks at you then, primal.
“I lied.” Dustin smirks and your cheeks heat up under his unwavering gaze.
“Why?” You ask meekly.
“Wanted to surprise you. I think I succeeded.” He chuckles, pulling you into him by your waist. You yelp in shock, hands coming up to rest on his chest. “I missed you.” Dustin whispers in your ear. You shiver and he pulls away with a laugh. “Always so sensitive.” He mumbles, finally leaning in to connect your lips.
You kiss him back without hesitation, messily and desperately. You were always the outgoing one, never shy and never faltering. You never stuttered, never wavered…unless Dustin got you alone. You tried to hate it, tried to act tough like usual. Something about him in moments like these…just makes you switch roles completely. He becomes the confident one while you stumble over your words. You couldn’t make yourself hate it, because you really do love it.
Dustin slowly turns your bodies around, backing you up until your legs hit the edge of your bed. You pull away with furrowed brows, turning to look at what you ran into. That’s when he pushes you onto the bed, crawling on top of you before you even fully land.
You never doubted him when he said he missed you, you knew he always did. But something about him and the dark look in his eyes, proves just how much he misses you when you’re apart.
“Dustin.” You whisper. His lips collide with yours, stealing all the words from you. His hands quickly roam down your waist, pushing his hands under your shirt. You pull away so he can take it off of you, his lips traveling down the revealed skin. You can’t form a single coherent thought, all you can do is breathe his name and whine at his touch.
Dustin tugs at your pants as his lips brush wet kisses over your stomach. You help him in his struggle to pull them off your body. He pulls your underwear down with them, throwing it all to the floor like it personally wronged him. (It did.)
He kisses down to your thighs, roughly tugging them apart to lick in between them. Your hands shoot down to tangle into his hair, pulling at his curls. He licks one long stripe up your core before pulling back, making your brows furrow. Your hands fall back at your sides as you watch him undress.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Dustin mumbles. He leans down to peck your lips after discarding his pants and boxers. “I need to be inside you.” He practically whines the words, running his tip through your soaked folds.
“Dusty.” You whimper, hands moving to dig into his shoulders.
“What is it, sweetheart? Come on, tell me what you want.” He says, a coy smirk tugging at his lips. You slowly shake your head, eyes squeezed shut. With your distraction he takes the opportunity to slowly push inside you. Your eyes fly open at the sensation, flitting down to look at where the two of you are connected. You make a little sound at the sight, one that comes from the back of your throat. “You like having my cock inside you?” Dustin asks, kissing your cheek.
“Mhm.” You mumble, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in further. His cock slips deeper inside you, filling you up.
“Always so shy.” He whispers, kissing down your neck as he bottoms out. “Where’d my confident baby go, hm?”
“Ah.” You moan when his hips push forward roughly. Dustin pulls away from your neck, reaching down you unravel your legs from around him. He pulls them up and rests them on his shoulders, manhandling you into the position he wants.
He drives his hips forward without warning, slamming into your g-spot dead on. You scream at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. He sets a brutal pace, too lost in the feeling of you to care. He pulls loud little ‘ah-ah-ah’s’ out of you with every thrust.
“Dustin!” You shout, hand clutching the sheets like a vice.
“That’s it.” He groans. “Scream for me, baby, come on.” His hips smack against your ass, filling the silence of your dorm with loud slapping sounds.
“Dusty, please, I-I’m-“ You cut yourself off with a loud moan.
“I know, shit…can feel you squeezing me. Come for me, sweetheart.” Dustin whimpers when your walls clamp down on him, milking him for all he’s worth. “I got you, come on.” You come with a scream of his name, so loud that everyone in the building now knows it. “There it is, so good for me.”
“Dustin.” You whine, hands moving to dig into his biceps. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want, I know you can.” He grunts.
“Inside…please.” You cry.
“Want me to come inside you?”
“Yes!” Tears start rolling down your cheeks at the overstimulation.
“It’s okay, baby. I got you, gonna fill you up real good.” Dustin whimpers when he feels himself getting closer. “Want me to give you a baby? Hm?”
“Yes, fuck! Please, please I need it!” You scream, bucking up to meet his inconsistent thrusts.
“Shit.” His voice breaks when he finally comes undone. His cock twitches inside you, filling you with his spend. You whimper at the feeling, hand instinctively resting over your stomach. Dustin presses gentle kisses to your calves before slowly pulling your legs back down. You rest them back on the bed with a soft whine.
“Did I hurt you, sweetheart?” He asks, leaning forward to scatter sweet kisses over your face.
“Mm-mm.” You shake your head, eyes drooping with exhaustion. “Legs asleep.” You mumble. Dustin chuckles in response, pecking your lips before slowly pulling out of you. He soothes you when you cry at the loss, feeling empty.
“You’re okay. I’ll be right back, okay? Gonna get a washcloth.” You nod and kiss him before he stands. He comes back, as promised, and cleans you up with tentative hands. Dustin pulls you close to him after sliding into bed next to you, running his hands through your hair.
“‘M love you.” You mumble into his chest.
“I love you too. Get some rest, sweetheart.” You grumble in protest and he laughs. “I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”
“Fuckin’ better be.” You mumble, and Dustin grins like a madman.
riding a cute boy while he’s trying so hard to tell me to stop before he cum, but i keep one hand on his throat choking him and the other in his mouth just to watch that adorable desperate look on his face as i force him to cum inside me <3
Senku Ishigami isn't the type of man to bend his girlfriend over a desk randomly and fuck her. Well, not unless she was whispering filth in his ear while he worked.
You wet your lips, leaning behind Senku as he wrote something down, your hands traveling across his shoulders. He didn't move, keeping his eyes trained on the spread of notes in front of him.
You frowned and leaned closer, your clothed breasts pressing against his shoulder as your lips brushed the shell of his ear. "You're so tense, Senku." You mumbled, words slurring together in a way that made Senku know exactly what you were hinting towards.
Senku didn't so much as twitch. As expected.
You hum, your fingers working into his tense shoulders. "Take a break, it is Valentine's day." You suggest, staring at the mess of papers across his cluttered desk.
He let out a low groan as your fingers dug into a particularly tense spot. "I have to finish researchi-"
You cut him off by placing a hot kiss to the side of his jaw. "No science talk, just fuck me already." You rub your thighs together, chasing any sort of friction from your boyfriend.
I mean he had been sitting at his desk for over four hours, and you and him had yet to engage in any sort of activity for Valentine's day.
Finally, he pauses, his fingers loosening around the pencil. You grin, running kisses down his neck. "Come on, fuck your girlfriend." You breathe out.
Senku's cock twitches and his pants tighten. "I have work to do." Even as he speaks, it tastes like a lie when your hands are traveling down his chest like that.
"Mm, work can wait." You mumble into his skin, fingers traveling down his lean body till they rest at his v-line. Your panties grow more damp as your eyes land on his tightened slacks.
Senku leans back, giving you better access as you hook a finger in his waistband, playing around with the fabric. "Ten billion percent a bad idea." Doesn't matter though because he tears his half lidded eyes from the spread of notes.
Your grin, hands leaving his body as he spins around, eyes ranking down your body.
He doesn't say anything else, simply standing up and letting his hands land on your hips, pulling you flush against him till his hardened length presses right into your stomach.
Then, his hands are all over you, traveling under your shirt, his fingers feathering up your ribs till chills run along your skin. His lips find the soft flesh of your neck and he's placing open-mouth kisses down your jugular.
"Senku." You breathe out, heat pooling low in your belly. Your hands are on the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair and giving it a slight tug wanting him to be even closer.
His hands stutter for a moment, a groan leaving his lips, then he's pulling back only to lean forward immediately till his lips crash into your own. It's hot and messy, you can taste peppermint and a hint of coffee. His fingers tighten around your hips, his cock pressing into your stomach with a need you were very familiar with.
"I should be working." He mumbles into your mouth, but he makes no move to stop. He's suddenly pushing you till the back of your thighs are pressed against his desk.
His hands travel down your backside giving a squeeze to your ass and you moan into the kiss. His teeth gently lip on your bottom lip and your lips part, he takes advantage as his tongue darts in deepening the kiss, hot and wet.
Your hands are gripping his shirt tightly, pulling him against you. The back of your thighs hurt from the sharp edge of the desk, but it's quickly forgotten when he breaks apart the kiss and moves to your neck.
He's placing wet opened mouth kisses along your jawline, till his lips are fanning over your ear. "Still want me to fuck you?" It's huskier than his normal voice and all you can do is nod and pant, eyes trained on him.
And suddenly you're flipped around till you're bent over his cluttered desk, papers fly but Senku doesn't pause. His hand is on your back, pushing you till your hands are braced against the wood.
You feel him press himself against you from behind, hands snaking around your waist till he hooks one finger in the waistband of your pants, tugging them down in one quick motion.
His eyes widened as he saw the filthy lacy thongs you were wearing. His crimson eyes sharpened as he pulled off your shirt next, and he saw a matching bra.
Did you know what you did to him? You had to with the way your thighs helplessly rubbed together, eyes half lidded with desire, swollen lips parted ready to take whatever he was willing to give.
His dick twitched and he finds it a miracle he hasn't came in his own pants from the sight of you.
"Matching?" His voice was deeper than normal.
"Do you like i-" His teeth sinking down onto your neck make you gasp, your words cut off.
"Mm." He hums, tongue darting out to sooth the area his teeth left marks at. You shutter as you feel his hand run down your stomach till his digits rest on the inside of you thigh, close enough to where your pussy throbs with need, but far enough to let out a whine as your delayed being touched.
"Please." You gasp.
Senku's jaw tightens as your ass pressed against his dick, hard. Pre-cum stains the inside of his slacks. He lets out a groan as his dick twitches, just as desperate for you as you are for him.
Finally his fingers move till they're just barely touching your clothed folds. "Please." You swallow, holding yourself back from grinding on his fingers. Senku smirks into your neck, his breath fanning over your neck.
"What do you want?" He muttered, the tip of his finger barely running along your clothed clit. Your back arches as a flick of pleasure runs along you, but it's gone as quick as it was there.
"Touch me." Shame isn't a thing anymore, only need, and right now your dripping wet for him. "Touch me, Senku." Your hips press back onto his dick, his hands tremble as a groan leaves his lips.
He doesn't speak again, but the way his fingers finally move your panties out of the way and go to your leaking pussy, it's clear he wants you just as bad as you want him. And finally his fingers are moving along your folds till they're at the entrance of your core.
He slips a finger in, your slick making it go in easy. "Is this what you wanted?" His voice was muffled in the crook of your neck, but it's not like you heard much anyway, pleasure poured through your body as a moan left your lips.
He slipped another finger in and you gasped as you were stretched out, but Senku didn't pause, if anything he sped up his digits. His fingers fucked you hard as fast, your wetness dripping down to his palm.
"So wet." He mumbled, fingers spreading inside you. You trembled, eyes glossed over in pleasure.
Then, he pulled out, and a whine left your lips, the tightness in your stomach dissipating. "Senku?"
You hear his belt clatter to the floor and suddenly your delayed orgasm didn't sound that bad. His trembling fingers hook in your underwear, pulling them down in one quick motion.
Your heart pounds as the tip of his dick is at your entrance. Your pussy is practically dripping for him, frustration seeping into your body as you wait for Senku to push his throbbing cock into you.
He’s gripping himself as he runs his tip along your entrance, coating himself with your wetness.
He pumps a hand down his cock once before he's lining himself up with your entrance, and finally he pressed himself into you, sliding in till his cock is practically pressing against the spongy spot inside you.
You rock your hips back, not able to wait any longer, and thankfully Senku takes that sign and begins to rock his hips back and forth, already setting a hard pace.
He moans, his dick filling you up perfectly. It was hot and messy and everything both of you wanted. The air in the room was quickly becoming stuffy, sweat already glistening along both of your bodies.
His hips pounded into you, the desk rattled, papers sliding off, empty coffee mugs clicked together but neither of you minded, not with the way that coil in your stomach was getting tighter, your pussy throbbing desperately.
God he felt so good pounding into you like this, especially on valentines day.
Squelching and moans filled the room with the hot smell of sex and sweaty bodies. His papers laid long forgotten on the floor as his hands gripped your hips, keeping you in place as his hips slammed into you.
Senku groaned low and needy, hips stuttering as his rhythm was quickly becoming something of the past. His dick twitches in you, he was close, so close to filling you up with his cum. You wrapped around him so good, gripping him with every thrust into your sopping cunt.
The coil in your stomach was becoming tighter and tighter, legs shaking desperate, your ass backing up to meet every one of his hard thrusts. Senku's hips kept their grueling pace but his hand moved down till he was rubbing small but firm circles on your clit.
"Make a mess on me." He says through clenched teeth, cock pounding rhythmically into you till the desk is beating against the wall. His hips slapping into you made everything feel fuzzy and really damn good.
"O-Oh fuck!" You moan, the coil snapped. You came, hard, thighs trying to clench tighter in a desperate attempt to ease the overstimulation, but Senku pressing you into the desk made it impossible.
He kept his pace, your body spasming from the aftershocks of the orgasm along with overstimulation. You whined, thighs stuttering from Senku's hard fucking, but he didn’t ease up till his cock twitched and his own hips stuttered.
Then he came, hard. He pressed into you, filling you up with his hot cum till he’s panting against you. His cum leaked out of you, trailing down your sweaty thighs, but he didn't pull out yet.
His legs trembled, dick still twitching inside of you from the orgasm. You're both panting for a few moments before he slips himself out of you, the action making him hiss through clenched teeth.
Your legs shake as you push yourself off the desk and turn toward him. His hair is messy and wet from sweat, a light redness over his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
"Happy Valentines day." You barely heard him, but a smile makes its way on your face anyways as he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. He presses a soft kiss to your temple before pulling away.
He tugs his pants on and then grabs your hand.
"C'mon." He mumbles. He leads you to the bathroom where he has you sit on the stool. You watch him as he leans over the tub and turns on the water, making it hot just like you like it.
A small smile overtakes your face as you watch him.
“I love you.” You mumble out with a smile.
Senku glances away quickly with a nonchalant expression, but even you could see the twitch of his lips he was fighting.
Summary Such a strange but handsome man kept on requesting you to serve him at the restaurant you work at in the heart of Tokyo. What is his business?
Tags Isolation, Manipulation, Age gap, CNC, Kidnapping, Creampie, Size difference, Power imbalance
Words count 3.9K
You work the morning shifts from Monday to Friday at a local restaurant. It’s in a pretty popular area in Tokyo where many tourists seeks for traditions Japanese food to get the ‘full experience’ of being ‘Japanese culture.’ It doesn’t bother you exactly. And plus, you became fluent in English due to how many English speaker visits. You’ve always wanted to go to college in America. That’s why you’ve been saving up.
And everyday, only from Monday to Friday at exactly 5:45 pm, where the restaurant started to slows down with less people, where you just sit in the back playing on your phone waiting for your shifts to end at six pm, a tall man with dark, long hair and wearing a Gojo Kesha will walk in, alone, and ask to sit at the exact same seat in the corner of the restaurant and always request for you when other waiters or waitresses tried to serve him. Only you.
You’ve served him a few months ago, earlier. Probably around three pm, it’s not too busy during that time, just enough to keep you moving. That day, he came in with another guy. He looked like a foreigner. A black guy, tall as him, his name is Miguel from that day. But after that, you’ve never seen him again along with Mr. Suguru. Now he comes alone.
And today was no exception. He came in, sat in the corner and requested for you. This should’ve bothered you since your shifts is about to end in fifteen minutes but it didn’t. Even though tipping culture isn’t a thing here, he’d always ‘tip’ you extra a 150,000 yen when his order is barely a fourth of that. He’s basically helping you reaching your goal everyday.
The truth is, you’re used to this type of behavior. You’re beautiful, many says you could be a model but you never even thought about it to take that path. You’re too short to be taken seriously as a model. And modeling is too much restriction. You prefer to eat whatever, have your skin breaks out from time to time without the public criticizing you. You like a quiet life.
That’s why your co-workers envy you. A thousands usd tips just for serving him a single plate of meal and drink? Sounds too impossible to be true.
However, that prize came with a price. Every time he entered the restaurant, you felt a tense, heavy load on your shoulder, like you’re carrying buckets of water on your back. And whenever you serves him and decided to start a conversation, he’d randomly asked if you’re feeling tense anywhere on your body. And whenever you say you do, he’d wrapped his large hand onto yours and bring it to his forehead, mutter something under his breath and all of the sudden, the tension is gone.
Every single time, you’ll be shocked and asked if he’s a magician. And he’ll laugh and say he’s something way cooler than that.
”How can I help, Mr. Suguru?” You clicked your pen and held out a notepad. “The usual?”
”Hm.” He pretended to scan the menu. “I want to try something new today.”
”Yeah?”
”Yeah.”
”Anything in mind? Sweet, savor? I could recommend some.”
”Hmm.” He thought. “I prefer something…savor.”
“You want something like rice or something else?”
”Meat.”
”Meat…” You scanned through the menu with him, lowering your back a little bit, your face barely a few inches around his. “Sukiyaki?”
“That’s a very nice choice, y/n.” He dragged your name a little too long to be casual with his deep, calm voice. “But, no, that’s not the savor I’m looking for today.”
”Well, Mr. Suguru.” You swinger your hand while snapping your fingers. “We’re one of the best restaurants around. Don’t worry, we’ll figure what your taste bud is looking for. We have a great menu.”
”Sure do.” He closed the menu. “Y/n…”
”Yes?”
”You feel something heavy on your back?”
”Now that you mentioned it…” You straightened your back. “It’s very tense. God, I think I’m getting old!”
He chuckled and held your hand. “How old are you? Eighteen? Nineteen?”
”Eighteen.”
He burst out laughing. “Eighteen and you’re calling yourself old?” His thumb caressed the back of your hand. “Your life just got started. You finally have…independence.”
You nods. “I know. But sometime I feel like I’m running out of time. Especially with my goals.”
”Your goals?” He looked at you with curiosity.
“Oh, you know. College.”
”Hm.” He nods. “And where is this little college you want to go to?”
”In the United States—“
The second you mentioned the U.S, his grip tightened and his face dropped to something…scary. You’ve never seen someone so calm and mad at the same time.
”Oh?” He stared into your eyes. “That’s very far…and it’s so dangerous with a pretty girl like you, all alone there. Why don’t you go to college nearby?”
You shook and tried to retrieve your had back but his grip was persistent. “I think it’s best if I go to college in America. Better opportunities…”
”Japan have good opportunities.” He went on. “As long you have connections and the ability.”
”R-Right. But I don’t have connections—“
”You have me.” He cuts you off. “I have connections. Insane amounts.”
”Mr. Suguru…” Your voice shook. “Please.” You glanced at your hand that he’s digging his nails into.
”Oh.” He let go immediately. “My apologies. Let me see if I did any scar.”
You massaged the places he dug into. “N-No it’s okay.” You swallowed. “I’ll get you started with a drink.”
”My usual drink. Please, y/n.” He folded his arms, resting the behind one another on the table. “Thank you.”
You rushed into the employee room.
”You okay?” Your co-worker asked you.
”No! The man that usually come during this time went insane.” You still held onto your hand. “He got so mad at me when I said I want to move to the U.S for college.”
”Fuck. I always know there’s someone wrong with him. I mean just look at how he’s dressed?” He puts his phone into his pocket. “You want me to handle it?”
”Please.” You quickly tapped in his drink.
“You got it, princess.” He teased and got up from his chair.
You smiled and sat down. You’ve always like your coworkers, especially him, Akio. He’s a few years older than you, and he worked here four years before you. And when you got hired, it was like his life mission to be your big brother. He’s always protecting you, helping you, and teasing you. He may be annoying occasionally but it makes up every time this type of situation happens.
Suguru’s drink came out in no time. Akio placed it on a tray and walked out the kitchen, not before passing you with a comforting wink that says “I got you.” You smiled and watched through the door’s window.
”Here you go sir.” He placed the glass in front of him.
Suguru paused and stared at him. “Where’s y/n?”
”Oh, she left. Her shifts ends at six pm and it’s currently…” He checked his watch. “Six.”
”No.” Was all he said.
”No?” Akio repeated, clearly confused.
He cleared his throat. “I understand she’s hiding from me because my careless action just moments ago.” He continued. “And I would like to personally apologize to her. So please call her out.”
”She clocked out.” Akio lied one more time.
Suguru eye twitched. “I understand.” He picked up to glass and took a sip, staring into the air.
Akio nods and walked away.
“What happened? He looked pissed.” You asked him.
”Told him you clocked off. Which you should.”
”I don’t feel safe going home alone right now.”
Akio sighed. “I’ll call a friend to drop you off.”
You nodded. “That sound great.”
“Give me a second.” He whipped out his phone and went into a quieter space to make a phone.
You leaned against the wall near door. This is going to be the third report made to your boss this month. You were distracted with your mind, playing out how the interaction with your boss will go.
Just then, a push, the door swing open. Your heart nearly had a heart attack at the sudden action. But not as nearly when you looked up.
”There you are, y/n.” He looked down at you with a genuine smile. “I knew you will never leave me out to dry.”
Your brain screamed at you to run, draw attention, but your body stayed still. “Y-You can’t be back here…” You stuttered.
”I know.” He pouts. “But I was so lonely and heart broken out there to think you abandoned me. I got very…upset.”
You tried to peek outside the kitchen. But Geto blocked your view with the raise of his arm, his long sleeve blocking any visible view.
“I will serve you.” You tried to ease the situation. “Please, go sit down. You can get in a lot of trouble…”
He gave you a still smile that doesn’t even have a hint of warm. “That guy, Akio was it? Said you clocked out.” He leaned down to meet your level. “But it’s clear you didn’t. So is it him lying to me or was it you?”
You pressed your back against the wall. “Mr. Suguru…” Your breath stuttered.
“Y/n…” He pinned you against the door, locking it. “Every time you called me that, I get so tempted to just pin you against the booth and take you right there.”
You felt a heavy force clenching your chests, basically cutting your ability to breathe. “Hey, y/n.” He called out softly, his hand rising to your chest, grabbing a handful of one of your breast. The tension your chest loosened. “Do you feel heavy here?”
You tried to push him away, your neck twisted to the side.
He didn’t even budge when you used all your strength. “Why do you keep trying to keep me at a distance?” He kissed your jawline. “Am I not handsome enough for you? Not rich enough? Not kind enough?”
”Mr. Suguru…” Your hitched when you felt his warm lips just below your lips.
“What is it? What is it that you don’t want me the way I want you?” His hot breath sends shiver down your spine.
”Y-You’re way too old for me…”
“Twenty seven is old?” He grabbed your cheeks and forcefully twists your face to look at him. “Nine years is too old?”
”Y/n.” He went on. “I’ll make you the happiest girl on earth. Just don’t go to the US and we’d be fine.”
There’s no we…
“Don’t you agree?” He asked coldly.
“Yes, yes! Please!” You pleaded.
He frowned. “That’s not a very honest answer.” He straightened his back, towering over you. “I hate liars.”
”I-I’m not—“
”Shut the fuck up.” He snapped. “You’re lucky you’re just my type…” He studied your face.
“Y/n!” Akio called out for you. He tried to open the door but it’s locked… “Y/n, what are you doing? Open up!” He rattled with the doorknob. He tried to peek into the window but there was no one inside visible.
”Y/n, are you there?” He knocked.
”A—“ Geto palmed your mouth, his large hand practically almost covered three quarters of your entire face.
You reached to unlock the door but Geto used his other hand and grabbed your wrists and pinned it above your head. “I will kill everyone in this restaurant if you don’t behave.” He whispered into your ears.
”Aki!” You called out but your scream was muffled.
”Y/n?” Akio called out one last time. “Did she leave already?” He mumbled to himself and went to the kitchen to search for you. Perhaps you got scared all alone and you wanted to stay with the chef…
Once the footstep faded away, Geto turned to you with the sharpest anger you’ve ever seen. “You’re so feisty.” His nails dig into your wrists. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”
”Huh…?” Your head felt heavy and your vision started to blur out. Your limps weakens, and as your eyes shut close, you collapse into his arm that was already spread open for you.
Geto lowered his face to take a sniff of your scent. You smell sweet. Warm vanilla. Then he picked you up with ease into his arm, your head and the back of your knees supported by his hand.
He kicked open the back door in employee room and stepped outside. With you still supported in his arm, he spawned a large white bird. He hopped on and the bird took off into the sky, away from the visible view of civilians walking on the ground. Not that they can see curses anyway. They just can’t see a random man floating in the sky carrying a young woman in his arms.
It didn’t take him long to reach up the hills of Tokyo where his temple lies, overlooking everything. He shook you. You didn’t wake up. Good. His bird faded away as he stepped onto the ground and carried you inside.
He walked down the empty and silent halls toward his bedroom, the only secluded area.
He lies you down onto his mattress and kneeled beside you, admiring your unconscious body. “You’re not a monkey like the rest of the others.” He curled his index finger and caressed your soft cheeks. “You’re different. You’re like…him.”
He lowered himself and tested the water. He pecked you on the lips slowly and looked at you for any reaction. He slipped his fingers to his lips. Holy fuck. He finally did it. He gave you another kiss, this one deeper and longer, pouring his heart out and his frustration.
He’s been watching you outside the restaurant for a long time now. He knows everyone in your life and hated them all. He wants you to be his and his only. Those monkeys don’t deserve your attention. Especially that bitch Akio. When he served him just today, he swear he was going to become a curse himself.
“Y/n.” He called out softly against your lip. “Wake up.” He palmed your forehead.
Your eyes fluttered opened, the sudden light from the ceiling stung your eyes. You squinted, everything was blurry.
Geto lifts his head and watched you slowly wake up. “Y/n.” He smiled. “Don’t be scared—“
When you see his blurred face, you spring to adrenaline mode. You slapped him across the face with all the strength you could gather but it barely did damage. He didn’t even flinch or move at all. He took the slap like a screaming into a pillow.
You crawled back.
“Y/n.” He said with a condescending tone. He tried to move closer to you. “Listen—“
”Stop!” You screamed at him. “I’m going call the police.” You reached for your phone in your pockets, expecting to feel your phone but…nothing.
You looked back at him.
He swayed your phone in his hand, dwarfed by how large his hand is. “With this?” He clicked on the screen, revealing the wallpaper you have. It’s a photoshoot of Cornell campus. “Hm. I know this university. Very fancy. Thought you might wanted to go to Princeton.”
A notification.
Akio: Hey, y/n, are you at home?
Akio: You left so sudden
Akio: Wtv it is, be safe
Akio: That strange man disappeared as well
Akio: I don’t want to assume too fast cs ik ur smarter than to let him take you
Akio: But lmk if ur safe.
His gaze were sharp when he see those text messages pops up one by one. Then he rotated his gaze back toward you. “But that won’t be necessary.” He stood up from his knees, and keeping his eyes on you, he dropped your phone onto the ground and destroyed it with his shoes.
”What do you want from me?!” Your entire body trembled. The chatter of your teeth was satisfying to his ears.
He took a couple of steps to reach you. You crawled back to create distance until you hit against the corner of the room with nowhere to escape. He knelt down in front of you and curled a loose hair from your French braid.
”I want you.” He answered. “I don’t want to take your life or anything like that. Just you by my side, 24/7, and that will be enough.”
You bit down on your teeth when his fingertip glazed the side of your face and you looked to the side. “You are taking my life.”
”Now, would you want to die? Is that what you’re suggesting?”
”N-No!” You gasped. You’re still unsure what his intentions are. It could be devious like you with you then kill you or…like what he said…
He curved his lips into a creepy, calm smile. “Exactly. You’ll love it here by my side. I promise.”
”Mr—“
”Call me Sensei.” He finished off with. “Geto-Sensei. Go on. Try it.”
He left you with no choice. ”G-Geto-Sensei…”
Geto licked his bottom lips, the same way a predator in the wild would lick his lip when he found his prey after starvation. “Say that again.” He leaned into the crook of your neck. He could smell the sweet perfume you applied this morning. Vanilla.
“W-Wait—“
He messed up the braid you had by fisting a handful of hair into his hand. He tugged it back, warning you to not disobey him but also giving him a better access to your neck.
“Geto-Sensei!” You cried loudly.
”My name slides off your tongue so perfectly.” He forced his way in between your thighs. He fumbled with his clothes. He slides off the first layer. “You’re getting me all riled and hot here. Naughty girl.” He peeled off each layer until he’s left in just his boxer.
Though you didn’t want to, shouldn’t, you were mesmerized by his body. He’s fully jacked but not super muscular where it’s threatening and uncanny. He’s perfect leaned and muscular. And his long, black hair fall over his shoulder so prettily.
Geto chuckled when he sees you staring. “You like it?” He hold onto your wrists and placed your palm on his hard chest, where you could feel his heart beat. “Feel that? It’s all from you. My heart is pumping so much blood to my cock, just for you.”
He guide your hand lower and lower until it reached his v-line. “Don’t you want this?” He closed the distance. He pecked your lips to test the limits. You kissed him back. “This, my ‘organization’, power, and everything I own could be yours. As long as you stay in my sight.”
”Geto-Sensei…” You breathed, completely captivated. His voice was deep, calm, and smoothing. He’s being so gentle. You felt your underwear being soaked.
”That’s me, y/n baby.” He pinched the bottom of your shirt. “Do you love me, baby?” He raised your shirt up, revealing your stomach.
You stayed silent and raised your arms, allowing him to strip you. He threw your shirt across the room and unbuttoned your bra like he had done this a million times. Your breasts fall from the support your bra was holding.
He held your right tit into his hand, moving the soft fat around like he’s memorizing the structure. “Do you love me, baby?” He asked again, this time more sternly.
”I-I don’t know!” You panted.
”You don’t know?” He raised his brows. “You don’t know.” He mumbled under his nose. Without any hesitation, he slapped you across the face. You fall to the ground.
”If you don’t know.” He towered over you despite being on his knees. He stripped his boxers off, letting his aching cock spring free. “I’ll make sure you know after this.”
He grabbed onto your hips, his thumbs almost touching and he ripped your pants down and your underwear.
“G-Geto!” You tried to stop him but his hand flicked into action and held you down by wrapping his hand around your throat.
He slid his middle finger between your wet folds. His finger was long enough to wrap all the way around. “You sure you don’t love me?” He mocked you. “You’re wetter than water.” He slapped your cunt.
You choked out a moan and your back leaped off the floor. “So reactive.” He said to himself rather than to you.
He slid his middle finger into your vagina easily due to how wet you are. He curled and twists his fingers inside to ease you for the bigger games coming.
”Calm down.” He grunted when he felt your walls throb against his fingers and tightening. He could tell you were close but it wasn’t enough.
He forced his ring finger inside. It wasn’t as easily as the first finger but your walls learned to adapt quickly. He bend his fingers and slide his fingertips around to find your sweet spot.
His fingers barely pressed against your sweet spot and a sudden wash of tense heat washed over your body. You clenched your thighs and squirted all over Geto’s arm.
”Jeez.” He laughed and watched you soak his forearm.
Trickles of tears fall from the corner of your eyes. You weren’t sure if it’s from pleasure or stress. You expected Geto to let go by now and just do whatever he wants to do.
You felt the pressure of his fingers fades away…you let out a sigh of relief until he thrust the entire length of his fingers, curled enough to put the perfect amount of pressure onto your sweet spot.
”N-No!” You yelped and tried to close your legs but he withdrew his hand from your neck and pushed open your thigh.
”Uh-uh.” He teased you. His thumb rubbed against your clit softly.
Your body started to tremble all over again. You could feel yourself clenching and throb against him. You prepared yourself for another rush of climax.
”You’re so cute when you’re about to cum.” He drew his finger out. His skin all wrinkled and twitched at the sudden lose of warm and tightness. “I’ve been wondering how you taste.” He dipped his head, using his both free hands to force your legs spread wide open.
All you could do is look at him, too deep into the pleasure to say no to this. He’s so handsome…
He licked his tongue between your folds like a lollipop, making sure putting pressure on parts that mattered.
”O-Oh!” You hold onto his hair for support.
”Does it feel good?” He flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit to get a reaction from you. “Y/n-Chan?”
”Y-Yes!” You moaned.
”What’s my name?” He stuck your clit gently with his lips.
”G-Geto-Sensei!” You bit the bottom of your lip. “Y-yes! Geto-Sensei!” The unfinished climax he edged you on finally released itself, this time harder than last.
Instead of backing off, Geto lapped and drank up the very last drop of your squirt. Some got onto his face and hair.
He straightens his back and wiped his mouth and face. “Now that you had your fun.” He positioned his tip at your slippery hole, loose for anything at this point. “I deserve to have some fun too. Don’t you agree?”
You were barely awake after the second climax. Your brain signals you to nod your head.
Author's note Possible part two...An old work...
(Update from 4/9/26: There's a part two now)
The clock on the living room wall ticked rhythmically, each second feeling like a heavy hammer blow against Jeongin’s patience. It was already 11 PM, and the silence of the apartment was suffocating. He had spent the entire day at the office with a simmering irritation beneath his skin, knowing you had gone out to “play” while he was stuck behind a desk. He had tried to call, to text, to demand her attention, but his phone had remained stubbornly silent.
Jeongin sat on the sofa, his large palms gripping his knees so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His usual fox like charm had vanished, replaced by a cold, intimidating aura that made the air in the room feel thin. His jaw was set in a hard, rigid line, and his dark eyes were fixed on the door, sharp and predatory. He wasn't just annoyed; he was consumed by a possessive rage. Every minute she was late was a minute he spent imagining her laughing with someone else, her radiant smile directed at a man who wasn't him.
When the sound of the key finally turned in the lock, Jeongin didn't move immediately. He let the tension build until the door swung open. As you stepped inside, his gaze pierced through you. He stood up slowly, his tall, masculine frame casting a long, menacing shadow across the floor. The warmth of his presence was gone, replaced by a chilling, domineering energy that signaled the end of your freedom for the night.
"Where the fuck have you been?” He spat the words out, his voice low and dangerous. "Were you too busy sucking some other man's dick to check your phone? If you're gonna keep ignoring my calls like this, you might as well throw that damn phone away."
Before you could even reply, he lunged forward. His movements were aggressive and swift as he bridged the gap between you, slamming your back against the wall. The impact was firm, unyielding. He reached up, his large hand wrapping around your jaw with a grip that was tight enough to command total submission, forcing you to look into his darkened, jealous eyes.
He wasn't just angry; he was vibrating with a frantic, desperate kind of possessiveness. As his large palm clamped around your jaw, forcing your head back, you could see the flicker of pain behind his intimidating facade. His grip was firm, almost bruising, but you knew this was his twisted way of holding onto you, of ensuring you were still his and only his.
"I... Jeongin, please... i was just with friends..." you tried to stammer out, your voice trembling under the weight of his heavy gaze. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the coldness of his words.
"Friends? Is that what we're calling them now?" he hissed, his thumb digging slightly into the soft skin of your cheek. He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his scent of expensive cologne and raw masculine musk overwhelming your senses. "You think because you're out having fun, you can just forget who you belong to? Every minute you don't answer me, it feels like you're slipping through my fucking fingers."
His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of deceit, any hint that you had been looking at someone else the way you looked at him. His anger was a shield for the terrifying vulnerability he felt whenever you were out of his sight. He didn't want to hurt you, but the thought of losing your attention felt like a slow death, and in his mind, a harsh lesson was the only way to tether you back to his side.
A thought flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning, dark and primal. ‘And if that lesson meant fucking you till you couldn’t even see straight, then so be it.’ The idea didn't frighten him; in fact, it sent a surge of heat straight to his cock. He wanted to consume you, to leave his mark so deeply on your body and soul that you wouldn't even remember the names of the friends you had been with. He wanted to drown out every other memory of the day with the sensation of him.
His gaze darkened, shifting from mere irritation to a heavy, carnal hunger. He watched the way your chest heaved with every shallow breath, the way your eyes searched his for a mercy he wasn't quite ready to grant. He loved the way you looked when you were intimidated by him. Vulnerably, soft, and entirely under his control. It was in these moments of friction that he felt most connected to you, as if by pushing you to your limits, he could fuse your lives together permanently.
His grip on your jaw didn't loosen; instead, his thumb traced the line of your lower lip with a slow, possessive pressure that was both a caress and a threat. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his hot breath making you shiver uncontrollably.
"Don't look at me with those pleading eyes, Y/N," he whispered, his voice dropping to a gravelly, dangerous register. "You're the one who made me wait. You're the one who made me wonder about what my girl was doing out so late."
He shifted his weight, pressing his strong, muscular thigh firmly between your legs, pinning you more securely against the wall. The dominance in his stance was absolute. He wasn't just going to talk you into submission; he was going to take it. He wanted to hear you cry, but not out of sadness, but out of the sheer intensity of the pleasure and the overwhelming weight of his obsession. He was going to fuck you until the jealousy burned out of his system, leaving nothing but the raw, unfiltered truth of how much he needed you.
His hand slid from your jaw, his long, large fingers tracing a path down your neck before gripping your waist with a bruising force, pulling your hips flush against his hard, masculine frame.
"You think you can just come home and act like everything is fine?" he muttered, his eyes dropping to your lips, his expression softening into something far more predatory than intimidating. "You have no idea what the fuck goes through my head when you're out there, being drop-dead gorgeous and making every man in the room want to kiss and touch you." He whispers in your ear and you shudder at his words. But despite the entire situation, you couldn’t help but.. enjoy this.
Without another word, he hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed nothing at all. He began to carry you toward the bedroom, his stride purposeful and heavy. He didn't care if you were tired or if you needed a moment to breathe; his hunger was a starving thing, and he intended to feast on you until the sun came up. As he kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, the sound echoed like a final verdict. The punishment was no longer a threat; it was a certainty, and he was going to make sure you felt every ounce of his cock.
The bedroom door slammed shut with a definitive thud, cutting off the rest of the world and leaving you trapped in his dark, suffocatingly intimate universe. He didn't lay you down gently; he dropped you onto the center of the mattress, the impact making the springs groan beneath you. Before you could even scramble to sit up, Jeongin was over you, his heavy, muscular frame pinning you down like a predator. His eyes were dark, almost black with a mixture of lingering jealousy and an unyielding lust.
"You're going to learn, Y/N," he growled, his voice thick and husky. "You're going to learn that every time you make me wait, every time you make me wonder, youll pay for it."
He didn't waste time with slow undressing. His large, capable hands worked with a frantic, aggressive efficiency, tearing at your clothes until you were left exposed beneath him. He paused for a moment, his gaze roaming over your radiant skin, tracing every curve of your athletic build. The sight of you, vulnerable and trembling under his stare, sent a jolt of pure sadistic pleasure through him. He loved how beautiful you looked when you were overwhelmed by him.
He moved down your body, his lips trailing hot, biting kisses along your collarbone and down to your breasts. He teased your nipples with his teeth, watching with a sadistic sort of satisfaction as you arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips. He wanted to taste the very essence of your arousal, to prove that even when you were away from him, your body was waiting for his touch.
His hands slid down your stomach, his long fingers splaying across your hips before diving lower. When his fingers found your pussy, you gasped, your legs instinctively curling around his waist. But he doesn’t go straight for the center; he teased the outer folds first, his large palms rubbing against your thighs, making you squirm in anticipation. Then, he parted you, his eyes fixed on the glistening, wet heat of your core.
"Look at you," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking wet for me already. Did you miss me that much, or is your body just begging for the punishment it deserves?”
He didn't wait for an answer, his eyes never leaving the sight of your slick, swollen folds. Jeongin leaned down, his dark hair brushing against your inner thighs as he buried his face between your legs. The first contact of his tongue was a shock, a long, firm stroke from your bottom to your clitoris that made your hips jerk upward in a desperate search for more. He was aggressive, his tongue working with a rhythmic, punishing intensity that left you breathless. He wasn't just tasting you; he was devouring you, his large hands gripping your thighs so hard he knew he’d leave faint marks there by morning.
"Fuck, Muya... you taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled by your wetness. He used his thumbs to spread you even wider, exposing your clitoris to the cool air before his tongue swirled around it in a frantic, swirling motion. He loved the way you whimpered, the way your fingers tangled in his black hair, pulling him closer as if you couldn't get enough of his mouth. Seeing the tears of pleasure welling in your eyes only drove him deeper into his trance. He wanted to hear you sob his name, to hear you beg for him.
He transitioned from licking to sucking, his mouth creating a powerful vacuum around your clitoris that sent electric jolts straight to your brain. While he worked his mouth, his fingers began to slide inside you, one, then two, stretching your tight walls. He was testing your readiness, his long fingers curling inside you to mimic the thrusting of his cock soon.
"You're so tight... and so fucking needy," he groaned, pulling back just enough to look up at you, his chin glistening with your juices. His eyes were predatory, dark and filled with a terrifyingly beautiful obsession. He reached for his waistband, freeing his thick, heavy cock that was already straining, pulsing with a life of its own. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget how to walk, Y/N. You're going to remember exactly who owns this wet pussy."
He didn't give you a moment to recover from the onslaught of his tongue. With a low, guttural growl, he gripped your ankles and hauled your legs up, pinning your knees toward your chest to expose you completely. The sight of your soaking wet, swollen pussy, glistening under the dim light, made his vision blur with pure, unadulterated lust. He positioned the head of his thick, throbbing cock against your entrance, slapping it against your cunt a few times, the heat and heaviness of him making you gasp in anticipation.
"Open up for me, baby. Take it all," he mumers, his voice a dark, gravelly rasp.
He didn't even ease in; he drove himself into you with one heavy, authoritative thrust that bottomed out instantly. The sensation was overwhelming, a massive, stretching fullness that made you cry out, your voice cracking as you felt his entire length claim your tight walls. He stayed still for a second, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him, his eyes locked onto yours, watching the way your expression crumbled into a mix of pleasure and beautiful, desperate pain. He loved that look on you.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed, his jaw clenching as he began to move. He started a slow, punishing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in with a force that made the bed frame creak. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, and incredibly hard, his heavy balls slapping against your clitoris with a rhythmic, wet sound. "Is this what you wanted while you were out? To be filled up by me like this? To have my cock stretching you out until you can't think straight?" He groans out.
He increased the pace, his movements becoming more aggressive and frantic. He wasn't being gentle; he was fucking you with certainty, as if he were trying to drive his seed into the very core of your being. His large hands moved from your thighs to your waist, his fingers digging into your hips to anchor you as he hammered into you. Every time he hit your cervix, a sharp, delicious jolt of sensation sent you into a frenzy, your cries turning into incoherent pleas.
"Look at how much you're leaking and crying for me, you fucking slut," he growled, his voice a dark, gravelly rasp. "Your pussy was just waiting for my cock to stretch it out, wasn't it?" He groans out, his face contorted in a mask of pure, carnal ecstasy. He was slamming into you like he was trying to merge your bodies into one. The sounds of his heavy wet thrusts, the rhythmic ‘slap, slap, slap’ of his pelvis hitting yours filled the room, a primal soundtrack to jeongin ears.
The sound of your cries, high pitched and desperate, was the only music he needed though. He loved the way your eyes rolled back, the way your beautiful skin flushed with heat, and most of all, the way the tears began to spill from your lashes. He watched them fall, his eyes twitching from how incredibly fascinated he was.
"That's it... fuck, cry for me, you pretty slut," he groaned, his voice breaking as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He was fucking you with a relentless, punishing rhythm, his thick cock sliding in and out of your soaking wet pussy with a loud squelching sound. He was hitting your sweet spot with every heavy, driving lunge, making your entire body tremble and convulse beneath him. "Tell me who you belong to.. Tell me whose cock is stretching you out right now-shit, ngh-”
You moan out louder than you’ve ever before as you scratch down his back, your head thrown back in pleasure. “Fuck, I-ngh- you! I belong to you!”
Satisfied with your response, he leans down, his heavy chest crushing yours, his sweat mingling with yours as he captured your mouth in a bruising, desperate kiss. He tasted the salt of your tears and the sweetness of your moans, his tongue tangling with yours in a frantic dance of dominance. His hands moved to your breasts, squeezing them firmly, his large palms molding your soft flesh as he continued to hammer into you.
"Exactly.. You're mine, every fucking inch of you is mine," he whispers against your lips, his pace becoming almost violent. He suddenly pauses and that causes you to let out a sigh of relief, but that quickly goes away when he shifts his angle, tilting your pelvis up to catch your G spot with every heavy lunge. You gasp out loudly, the sensation was so intense it felt like you were being split open, a beautiful, agonizing fullness that made your toes curl and your vision swim. He could feel his climax building, a tidal wave of heat gathering in his loins. "I'm gonna fill you so full of my cum, Y/N...” He cry’s out.
But Jeongin knows better than to cum before a female does.
He reaches down, his large thumb finding your clitoris even as he continued to drive himself into your pussy. He began to rub you with a frantic, punishing pressure, syncing his thumb's rhythm with the heavy pounding of his hips. Your vision blurred yet again but this time your entire body began to tremble violently as the first waves of your orgasm crashed over you.
"That's it.. take it-shit.” he groans, his own climax building like a tidal wave. He felt your pussy clenching around him in tight, rhythmic pulses, milking him, and it was the final trigger. He let out a long, throaty sound, his body stiffening as he delivered several final, devastatingly deep thrusts. He buried himself to the hilt, pinning you to the mattress with his full weight as he erupted inside you.
He felt his hot, thick semen pulsing deep within your womb, filling you to the brim. He stayed buried inside you, his chest heaving against yours, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your own. He collapsed onto you, his heavy, muscular weight pinning you into the mattress, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps against your damp skin. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the frantic thudding of your hearts and the heavy sound of his breathing. The violent tension of his jealousy had finally bled out, replaced by a heavy, satisfied feeling.
Slowly, he lifted his head, his dark hair messy and clinging to his forehead with sweat. The intimidating, cold mask he had worn earlier was gone, replaced by a look of intense adoration. He reached up, his large, warm palm cupping your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away the tears that still clung to your lashes. He looked at you not as a man who had just finished a punishment, but as a man who had just reclaimed his most precious treasure.
You lie there, trembling and utterly spent, your skin glistening with a mixture of sweat and the remnants of his passion. The heavy, pulsing sensation of him still deep inside you makes your breath hitch as you stare up at his beautiful, fox like face.
"Fuck, Y/N.." he whispered, his voice soft, almost tender, though the rasp of lust still lingered. He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Don't ever do that to me again. Don't ever make me think for a second that you aren't mine."
You nod, a small smile on your face. Little did you know, this was far from over.
Daryl won’t ever make the first move. He wouldn’t risk making you feel uncomfortable or putting you in that type of situation. He knows that with the apocalypse, you have to deal with all different kinds of men and wants you to know he isn’t one of them.
When you make it clear that it's what you want, he’ll do whatever you tell him to. He wants you to feel good, he derives pleasure from seeing how you react to his touch. The way your temperature rises when his hands explore your curves. Or how your eyes flutter when he’s climbing between your legs. The soft moans that escape your mouth when he hits the right spot. How your hands dig into his flesh, all of it gives him the motivation to keep going.
As much as Daryl loves leaving you nice and full, on occasion he will paint your face, stomach, and right on top of your pussy. He attains a certain gratification from watching you pick it up and lick it off your finger.
Daryl loves the way you taste. He loves burying his face between your plush lips. Soaking up all the juices you release for him. The way your hands run down to his hair. He keeps your thighs to bed as you arch your back, mind desperately trying to run from his tongue. However, the way your body reacts every time he’s near, it’s clear how badly you're infatuated with him.
He loves leaving kisses all over your body when he’s inside you. He can feel your extra heartbeat around him, a feeling of pure ache and pain. When you're under him, unable to form complete sentences. He’ll grab the back of your hand and leave kisses all over it.
He describes making love to you like having ice-cold water on a hot day. Relief washes over his entire body. Feeling the liquid crawl through every inch of his body. The way you envelop him sets his body on fire. A flame that could burn forever.
The contrast between his hardness and your spongy softness is a sensation that can only be described as connection. Feeling his cock hit that spot right before your cervix does nothing but send a wave of pleasure throughout your entire body.
You love watching yourself expand to house his entire length. Spellbound to see his cock disappear inside you. The initial rush of his first movements gets your blood rushing and pulse rising. Your body naturally welcomes him in, like you were made for this.
Once Daryl is close, his pace begins to get messy, slamming into with all the strength in his body. All he feels is your warm, moist, and slimy guts that make his muscles weak. All he can do is give into you.
That spot that sits on the far back side of the cervix. Pass your G-spot. When he hammers into you, it creates a lot more lubrication, only furthering his actions.
Daryl loves cumming in your mouth. There's no better sight than seeing tears swell up in your eyes, drool oozing from the sides of your mouth. Seeing how hard you're trying to please him.
Even though he’s strong enough to manhandle you and throw you around, he doesn’t. He loves being gentle with you, slow and sleeping morning sex with you before he goes on about his day. Making each other feel good early in the morning, showing how much his body needs you.
Spooning in bed together is often a nice way to unwind after a long day. Though some nights his hand will crawl through the blankets to reach your pussy, slowly massaging your clit. Making you squirm under him, trying to pretend you're sleeping. It’s pointless because you’ll always release a plea for him to go faster.
Daryl would love fucking you outdoors. Pounding you into a tree, while the others are busy taking care of work. He’d grip your breasts to protect them from the rough bark. Letting a mixture of your juice fall down your legs. With your panties around your ankles.
Words of affirmation!1!! This man will constantly remind you how good you feel around him, how toasty you make him feel. Sometimes he’ll talk to your pussy saying things like “Does my pretty pussy wanna go again?”
When you ride him, Daryl would lock his arms around you. You’d stop riding him when he says so. And when he gets you in this position, there's no getting out, you’re practically a living fleshlight for him.
Daryl wants to fill your pretty pussy to brim and then clean it up with his tongue.
Can I please request a smut of usual poly Giyu x reader x Sanemi where they compete who can make the reader come harder. Also why doesn't Giyu always get to take the cunt, just an observation since it's always Sanemi who takes the reader's pussy unless it's double p
Please disregard if you're not comfortable taking this request, thank you!
✨ Prompt: Taisho Era || Competitive Threesome
🎧 Song on Loop: What You Need || The Weeknd
🌟 Author's Note: Hello, and thank you so much for requesting this! I don’t write smut very frequently, and in the past it was usually based on prompts that didn’t involve penetration, so the dynamics were a bit looser. I usually imagine Sanemi acting on instinct first, while Giyu serves as that deeply intimate point of safety and reassurance. I’ll be more mindful about giving them equal moments moving forward (ᵕ • ᴗ •) ❤︎
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The day carried the dull ache of an old bruise.
Work had pulled Y/N from them, scattering her across the day until she was nowhere they could reach, nowhere they could keep her for even a breath.
Perhaps that’s how they ended up here in this predicament, half-tangled in longing and pride.
Y/N was gasping and twitching between the two men, hair plastered to her nape and cheeks with sweat.
Her clit pulsed with a desperate, maddening ache, each throb a reminder of how empty she felt, how badly she needed to be filled.
The hunger inside her was a living thing, raw and relentless, spreading heat through her core until every nerve screamed for touch.
It had started that morning when Giyu and Sanemi finally found her, their competitive energy crackling like lightning the moment their eyes landed on her.
Two predators suddenly focused on the same prey.
They'd spent hours trading possessive touches, each trying to prove who could overstimulate faster.
Don’t get her wrong. Her men were kind. Her men were patient. Her men were understanding.
But today… today was something else entirely.
One look, one soft sigh, and restraint fell apart.
From there, everything unraveled. Breathless kisses stolen between petty arguments about turns, about time, about who deserved her attention the longest.
It should have been annoying.
Instead, it made her cunt clench with want.
She was settled into Giyu's lap, the hard line of his cock pressed against her back, each throb leaving a slick trail of precum that marked her skin, a hot, possessive reminder of his barely contained desire.
His calloused hands cupped her breasts, fingers digging into soft flesh with a deliberate pressure.
She hummed encouragement, pressing deeper into his grip, silently begging him to squeeze harder, to maul her tits until she was trembling and desperate.
Sanemi lowered himself between her parted thighs, his calloused hands settling against the tender skin.
His thumb traced idle patterns along the softness, and she felt the heat of his breath ghost over the wet mess between her thighs before anything else.
Then his tongue dragged through her slick folds in one slow, l stroke, starting at her entrance and traveling upward with the kind of patience that felt like cruelty.
The wet heat of his mouth sent lightning through her veins, and when he circled her swollen clit with maddening precision, her world narrowed to just that point of contact, that unbearable focus.
A sound escaped her: soft, breathless, barely more than an exhale. Her head fell back against Giyu's shoulder, finding the solid warmth of him there.
Her fingers found Sanemi's hair without thought, threading through the silver strands and tugging gently, a wordless plea she couldn't quite voice.
She could feel how wet she was, how obscene it must look: his mouth working between her thighs, tongue lapping at her like he was starving for it.
She should have felt embarrassed, dripping and desperate between them. But she wanted more.
Giyu huffed a small breath, eyebrows knit as his hands gripped her tits with bruising force, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh until it spilled between his knuckles and he found her nipples.
He twisted the sensitive bud between his fingers, tugging and squeezing with relentless pressure.
As if he could wring milk from her trembling flesh.
It was perverted and the thought alone made heat coil low in her belly, made her feel filthy and wanted.
"Do you like that?"
The words came out as a heated whisper against the shell of her ear, his lips dragging along her jaw in wet, open-mouthed kisses that left burning trails across her skin.
A broken gasp ripped from her throat, her spine arching hard as his fingers twisted her nipples.
But Sanemi's rough grip tightened on her hips, holding her firmly in place between their bodies.
His tongue rolled another slow, devastating circle.
A pathetic, broken whimper tore from her throat, the sound so needy it would've embarrassed her if she had any coherent thoughts left.
Her hips bucked desperately against Sanemi's mouth, grinding her cunt against his face with shameless abandon as her body hung suspended between their relentless, merciless attention.
She was nothing but sensation now: caught between Giyu's cruel fingers working her tits and Sanemi's wicked tongue devouring her wet heat.
Sanemi wasn't rushing.
He never did when he had her like this.
He devoured her like a starving man, tongue tracing every trembling inch of her inner thighs.
Each lick a promise of brutal, relentless pleasure.
She writhed against his iron grip, a desperate, broken whine tearing from her throat as he pulled back, leaving her pussy clenching around nothing.
Giyu's hands weren't idle either.
His hands kneaded her breasts like a man starving: rough palms sliding over soft flesh, fingers slick with his own spit, each brutal squeeze designed to mark her as thoroughly as possible.
He rolled the aching buds with practiced precision, tugging and twisting until it became a pulsing point of pleasure that had her arching into his touch.
His other hand claimed her hip with equal violence: fingers digging deep, tracing possessive patterns that promised she would feel his touch for days, a living, breathing mark of exactly who she belonged to.
A soft gasp escaped as she melted into Sanemi’s mouth, quiet laughter brushing against Giyu’s neck.
Sanemi growled against her inner thigh, his mouth a brand of pure, competitive hunger determined to wrench sounds from her that would make Giyu's efforts pale in comparison.
"Don't forget about me…," he whispered, as his tongue finally plunged into her, hot and relentless.
He ate her like she was his last meal, each brutal stroke a calculated assault meant to wrench every single trembling whimper from her body, his only goal to claim victory in who could break her first.
His mouth closed over her clit, tongue flattening against the swollen, desperate flesh and then he looked up.
Soft at first, then harder, each pulse of his mouth a calculated assault that made her thighs tremble.
Giyu watched intently from behind, his hands roaming over her body as Sanemi worked her.
The dual stimulation was maddening: Sanemi’s mouth driving her closer to the edge while Giyu’s hands roamed and teased, heightening every sensation.
“Y/N,” Giyu whispered against her, the vibrations sending shivers through her entire body. “Do you want my mouth too?.”
Y/N whimpered, shaking her head, her face flushed as she squeezed her eyes shut. “Wait…no…I’m…” she breathed, voice trembling between protest and need.
Her climax tore through her like a live wire, body convulsing under their combined assault: every muscle clenching, every nerve ending exploding in a violent, desperate release that left her sobbing and utterly undone.
Her thighs clamped around Sanemi’s head, her back arched violently against Giyu’s chest, and her fingers twisted so tightly in Sanemi’s hair it was a miracle she didn’t pull it out.
Through the haze of her climax, she felt the hot, slick flood of her release coating Sanemi's mouth.
He groaned against her oversensitive flesh, the sound vibrating through her like electricity, his tongue diving back in to lap and suck every single drop as if she were the only thing keeping him alive.
Each desperate stroke of his tongue sent sharp, almost painful jolts through her trembling body.
He didn’t stop, his mouth bordered on prayer and ruin both, a hunger so deep it felt like worship.
She collapsed into a trembling mess, muscles twitching uncontrollably, so hypersensitive that Sanemi's smallest breath against her made her jerk.
And that’s when she felt Giyu shift behind her.
The crude, wet sound of him spitting into his palm cut through her hazy aftermath.
Her lidded eyes caught the movement: his hand sliding down his cock, fingers wrapped tight, that thick vein on the underside pulsing with each deliberate stroke.
Her cunt betrayed her, pulsing in a soft, desperate clench that said exactly the opposite: that she was already wet and aching to be filled. He didn’t ask.
Giyu's hand guided the blunt, slick head of his cock through her drenched folds, each deliberate pass rubbing against her swollen, hypersensitive clit with a precision that made her entire body tremble.
She let out a sharp, keening whine that was half-pain, half-desperate need, her hips trying to jerk away from the overwhelming sensation even as they pushed greedily against it.
"Tomioka, wait…" she gasped, the words a broken plea that dissolved the moment his hands gripped her hips, possessive and unyielding.
"Shhh," he whispered against her ear, voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
"You can take it..."
With that, he notched himself at her entrance and eased her down: one gentle, unforgiving motion that split her open and stretched her impossibly wide.
Her moan shattered the air, breathless and raw, torn from the deepest part of her as her body fought and surrendered all at once, filled completely.
The stretch was brutal: a burning, impossible fullness that made her pussy clench and spasm around his cock in violent, uncontrollable pulses.
Giyu groaned, a deep, ragged sound of pure satisfaction, forehead dropping to her sweaty shoulder as her body proceeded to milk him.
Then his hands tightened on her hips, and he started fucking her: lifting and slamming her down onto him with a punishing rhythm that made her vision blur.
Each desperate thrust drove him so deep she felt him in her throat, each upward pull leaving her empty and desperate before he filled her again.
She was a trembling, incoherent wreck, broken pleas and whimpers spilling from her lips as her head lolled back against him.
Her pussy stretched obscenely around his length, dripping and swollen. A dark chuckle fell through.
"Look at her," Sanemi snarled, voice cutting through the room like a knife: rough, commanding, hungry.
He was on his knees, hand wrapped bruisingly tight around his own thickness, stroking in brutal rhythm with each of Giyu's punishing thrusts.
His eyes were predatory, fixed on where Giyu's cock disappeared into her dripping, stretched-open cunt, watching every inch of that brutal invasion.
“Go faster,” he breathed. “Unless you want me to step in and show you how it’s actually done.”
Giyu's response was immediate: a low, feral grunt that transformed into an even more relentless pace.
His hands gripped her hips, slamming her down so hard the wet, obscene slap of skin echoed through the room, drowning out her broken, desperate whimpers.
Her head rested back against his shoulder, her breasts bouncing and filling the room with slaps.
He would not lose. Not to Sanemi. Not to anyone.
In one fluid motion, Giyu rose to his feet, bringing her up with him: adjusting and filling her completely.
Her legs dangled helplessly over his forearms as he supported her weight effortlessly, and the shift in angle made her gasp.
The new position drove him impossibly deeper, each upward thrust sending sparks of pleasure racing through her core.
Heat bloomed across her skin where their bodies pressed together, and she couldn't suppress the breathless sounds that escaped her lips with each stroke.
A low, appreciative whistle cut through the air.
Sanemi’s footsteps followed behind them, the heat of his gaze tracking every bounce and shudder of her body as Giyu continued to move inside her.
When he finally lowered her down, she felt the reluctant slide of him pulling out and a pathetic whimper escaped her throat before she could stop.
The sudden emptiness was almost painful.
Her legs trembled beneath her, barely able to support her weight, and she would have collapsed if not for Sanemi's strong arm wrapping around her.
He pulled her back against his chest, steadying her even as his free hand roamed lower, palming the curve of her ass with possessive appreciation.
“You really don’t have any patience, do you?” Sanemi drawled near her ear, voice dipped low.
Y/N’s breath hitched into a soft whimper, and she leaned into him as if he were the only steady thing left.
"Leave her alone and bring her here." Giyu's sigh carried across the room, though there was no real annoyance in it, just that characteristic patience.
She watched through hazy eyes as his rough hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watched them with those intense dark eyes.
A low chuckle rolled from Sanemi, humming through her spine where their bodies met. “So demanding.”
His hands firmed at her hips and she was moving, carried forward across the room toward where Giyu was waiting.
Her legs had gone soft, every step a wobble, but Sanemi held her upright as easily as breathing.
When they reached him, Giyu’s hands came up to her waist, steady and sure, drawing her down.
She gasped as he positioned her, straddling in reverse, her back to his chest, and then he was sliding back inside her in one smooth thrust.
The angle punched the air from her lungs.
From this angle, every shift of his hips hit places inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
His waist was warm against her thighs, his breathing slow and sure, his hands gripping her waist just firmly enough to keep her balanced.
“What are you waiting for?” The words snapped through the blur, Sanemi’s tone hard and directive.
His shadow crossed her face as he watched with fond amusement, voice low and certain. “Ride him.”
The order sent a shiver racing down her spine.
A small, desperate sound escaped her, her body already moving on instinct before her mind caught up.
Her thighs trembled as she lifted herself up, feeling every inch of Giyu sliding out of her until only the swollen tip remained inside, stretching her entrance.
The sudden emptiness made her ache, longing tugging her forward before she eased back down.
There was nothing graceful in her movement now, no elegance or careful control: only instinctive need.
Her hair fanned out behind her with each rise and fall of her hips. She could feel it sticking to her back.
Giyu's hands weren't just holding her anymore.
They slid down from her waist with deliberate slowness, teasingly tracing the curve of her hips.
When his palms cupped the soft flesh of her ass, she gasped, body tensing at the possessive touch.
His fingers dug into the plush softness and she felt the cool air of the room kiss her most intimate spot.
"Look at that," Sanemi breathed from where he stood before them, his voice thick with hunger.
Giyu's hands kept her exposed and there was nowhere to hide from the desire in Sanemi's eyes.
So lewd and open.
So utterly exposed.
The thought should have shamed her, should have sent her reaching for cover. Instead, it only fed the warmth blooming deep inside her, brighter now.
Her body responded with a fresh surge of arousal, slickness coating Giyu's cock as she sank down onto him harder, faster, chasing sharp pleasure.
The obscene sounds of their joining filled the room: each thrust producing a slick, lewd squelch that made her face burn with mortification and heat.
She could feel the way her cunt made everything slick and easy, the way Giyu's cock slid in and out without any friction, just overwhelming fullness.
She was being so shameless.
Her back arched involuntarily and she gasped at the shift in angle that made him hit even deeper.
His thumbs traced the stretched rim of her entrance with devastating precision, following the place where his cock disappeared inside her, where her body yielded and stretched to accommodate him.
The touch was impossibly intimate, as if he were mapping the exact point where they became one.
She tightened around him involuntarily, her walls fluttering and gripping his length in rhythmic pulses.
"You’re so sensitive here," he breathed, his thumbs pressing just slightly against that rim, making her gasp and arch. "I can feel every time you clench."
The praise sent a tremor through her, before movement above drew her gaze and held it there.
Sanemi stepped closer, positioning himself until he stood directly over her, towering above them both.
Her breath hitched in her throat.
He stroked his cock with slow pulls, his fist gliding over his gleaming head in a rhythm that made her mouth go dry.
She watched, transfixed, as his thumb swept over the tip, spreading the moisture gathered there.
"Open."
The command cut through the haze of pleasure fogging her mind. Before she could fully process, she felt the heated press of his tip against her lips.
She looked up and met his eyes, wide and breathless, and there was no gentleness waiting.
Her body was already overwhelmed, caught between the fullness of Giyu stretching her from below and the building pressure coiling tighter.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, the sensation too much and not enough all at once.
She obeyed.
The tip of Sanemi's cock dragged across her parted lips, leaving a glistening trail that made her wetter.
His hand came up to cup her jaw, thumb pressing against her chin to tilt her face up toward him.
"Be a good girl and clean it up."
The authority in his voice sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through her already overwhelmed body.
Her lips parted, mouth falling open in surrender, and her tongue darted out instinctively to taste him.
It was too much. Everything was too much.
Below her, Giyu's length stretched her impossibly full, each upward thrust driving so deep she could feel him in places that made her vision blur.
"Y/N," he breathed, his voice breathy with barely restrained need. "You just got so tight…does having his cock in your mouth turn you on that much?"
She couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but whimper around the thick length filling her mouth.
Every thrust drove his cock directly against that spot inside her that turned thoughts to static.
The pleasure didn't stay localized. It couldn't.
It radiated outward in waves that crashed through her body: making her fingers and toes curl, making her thighs tremble where they were spread wide.
Her hips moved without conscious thought, grinding down onto him with a desperate, primal hunger that overrode any remaining shred of dignity.
And every time Giyu drove up into that perfect spot, her mouth tightened around Sanemi's cock, her throat constricting in a swallow that ruined him.
"Fuck…" Sanemi's grip in her hair tightened, his hips stuttering forward as he felt her throat work around him. "She just…fuck..every time you hit that spot…"
"I know," Giyu's voice came out strained, rough with the effort of maintaining his pace. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he drove up again, grinding against that devastating place.
She tried to suck Sanemi properly, tried to work her tongue along the underside of his shaft the way she knew he liked, but Giyu's relentless thrusts from behind made it impossible to maintain rhythm.
Each brutal drive of his hips jolted her entire body forward, forcing Sanemi's cock deeper into her mouth until she gagged, until tears spilled from the corners of her eyes and saliva dripped messily.
Her technique was sloppy, uncoordinated, she was too far gone to manage anything resembling grace.
Somehow, that seemed to drive Sanemi even wilder.
His hand closed in her hair, possessive and guiding her where he wanted her to go with quiet certainty.
Not rough enough to hurt, but commanding enough that she had no choice but to follow his rhythm.
And that rhythm matched Giyu's thrusts perfectly.
When Giyu drove up into her, Sanemi pulled her mouth down onto him, creating a devastating synchronization that left her helplessly trapped.
She was being used. Claimed. Owned. Ravaged.
A moan tore from her throat beyond her control.
The reaction was immediate and devastating.
Giyu's fingers dug harder into the soft flesh of her ass, his grip turning bruising as he spread her wider.
The pressure was intense, but it made her hotter.
Sanemi's hand tightened in her hair, his fist closing around with enough force to make her scalp sting.
There was no room for coherence anymore.
The fullness below, the weight on her tongue above, the hands holding her in place, the eyes watching her fall apart: the pleasure of it all blurred together.
Each pull of her lips along Sanemi's dick sent electric jolts racing through her entire body, the taste of him flooding her senses.
The sounds filling the room were obscene: skin slapping wetly against skin, the lewd squelch of Giyu's cock driving into her soaked pussy, her own muffled moans vibrating around Sanemi's length.
Oh, she thought dizzily, her mind beginning to fray at the edges under the relentless onslaught of sensation. It's so good. Too good. I can't…
Her body couldn't keep up with the intensity.
Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, pleasure building and building until it became a pressure so immense she thought she might shatter from it.
Her thighs trembled violently where they straddled Giyu, her movements growing erratic and desperate as she chased something just beyond her reach.
I'm going to…oh god…I'm going to….
Her vision blurred, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she whimpered around his cock.
She couldn't hold on anymore.
Her inner walls clenched down on Giyu with a ferocity that bordered on violent, squeezing and milking as if trying to pull him impossibly deeper.
She felt him throb inside her, felt the way her pussy fluttered and spasmed around every inch of him.
At the same time, her mouth worked frantically on Sanemi: tongue swirling desperately around his tip, hollowing her cheeks as she took him deeper, swallowing around him as if she could draw every drop of pleasure from his body.
Ecstasy crashed over her again and again.
The dual sensations were too much. Too perfect.
She hung suspended in bliss, the world softening as her body shook, held in the space between them.
"Fuck…" Giyu's voice broke beneath her, rough and strained with desperate need. His hips bucked up harder, driving into her clenching heat with renewed force. "I'm…I'm gonna…"
She could feel him swelling inside her, could feel how close he was, and the knowledge only made her inner walls clench tighter around him, squeezing him through her own shattering climax.
His hands gripped her waist with bruising force, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her down onto him with each desperate, needy thrust.
He made sure she took every single inch, that she felt him completely, the angle shifting just enough to drag that devastating spot inside her over and over.
The sensation tore whimpers and broken moans from her throat: sounds that were immediately muffled by Sanemi's cock filling her mouth.
She couldn't escape it.
Couldn't do anything but take what they gave her.
"Good girl," he rasped, his voice thick with dark approval. "So good. Show us how much you like it."
She obeyed without hesitation, she always did, hollowing her cheeks and sucking harder, her tongue pressing firmly along the underside of his cock as if she could coax every last drop from him.
Her chin glistened, slick with spit and precum that dripped in thick, glistening strands down her throat, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone.
Sanemi's thumb brushed across her tear-stained cheek, the gesture almost tender despite the brutal way he was fucking her mouth.
One moment she was choking on Sanemi's thick length, the next she was grinding down desperately on Giyu's, another orgasm building impossibly fast despite how wrung out she already felt.
"She's close," Giyu's voice came from beneath her.
"Good," Sanemi growled, his hips rolling forward to push deeper into her throat. "Cum for me. Now."
Her vision went white at the edges, her entire body pulled taut like a bowstring about to snap.
"No, cum for me," Giyu countered immediately, his competitive nature flaring as his hands tightened on her hips and he drove up into her with brutal, claiming force.
Their demands came like twin tides, and her body, needy and disloyal as it was, yielded to each in turn.
She came.
A muffled scream tore from her throat, choked and desperate around Sanemi's cock, as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain exploded through her.
"Fuck…she's coming…" Giyu's voice was strained, almost broken. "She's squeezing me so tight I…"
Her body shook violently, caught in the endless cycle of climax and aftershock, unable to come down from the peak they'd driven her to.
She thought they might give her a moment, just long enough to steady herself, to find her breath again.
She should have known better.
The transition was immediate, their movements aligning with synchronicity that stole her breath.
They already knew exactly what they wanted.
He moved quietly, breath hitching ever so slightly, eyes half-lidded, a quiet swallow betraying him.
His arms wrapped her torso from behind, sure and secure, and with a quiet grunt of effort he lifted her.
The sensation of his cock sliding out of her was obscene and she clenched desperately around nothing, her body already mourning the loss.
A soft, pathetic whimper escaped her lips.
They moved her as if she weighed nothing, their attention wholly fixed on keeping her steady.
Their movements were careful, nudging her deeper into a hazy quiet where thoughts no longer held.
As they eased her onto the tatami, the cool weave met her in a contrast so sharp it stole her breath.
For a brief, blessed moment, the coolness soothed her overheated skin. Then the moment passed.
Giyu's hands were gentle when they found her trembling body, his touch reverent now, almost tender, as he carefully eased her onto her side.
Her limbs felt boneless, heavy with exhaustion, and she couldn't have resisted even if she'd wanted to.
His chest molded to her spine, every ridge of his body fitting perfectly against her smaller frame.
She could feel his heart hammering against her shoulder blade, the way his breath came in ragged pants that ghosted over her dampened shoulder.
His arm slid beneath her, hooking under her knee with practiced ease. The movement was slow, deliberate, giving her body time to adjust as he lifted her leg and draped it back over his hip.
She could feel everything in this new position.
The trembling in her thighs as he held her leg up.
The way Giyu's cock, still hard and insistent, pressed against her entrance from behind.
Sanemi didn't waste a second.
He lowered himself between her splayed thighs with predatory grace, his calloused hands sliding up the inside of her legs, a deliberate path that made her breath hitch.
Behind her, Giyu's arm tightened under her knee, holding her leg up and open, keeping her spread wide despite the instinctive urge to close them.
The first brush of his wild white hair against her inner thigh tickled against skin that was already far too sensitive from everything they'd done to her.
"Shh," Giyu soothed against her ear, his hand splaying possessively across her stomach.
Sanemi moved closer and she felt his hair brush higher against the crease where thigh met hip, then lower, ghosting over swollen flesh that was still slick.
But he didn't dive in immediately like she expected.
He just... looked.
His intense gaze traveled slowly over her glistening, swollen folds with an appreciation that bordered on worship.
Her pussy was flushed a deep intoxicating color, puffy and sensitive, glistening with the creamy evidence of her previous climaxes.
The way fresh arousal leaked from her despite her oversensitivity was the most erotic thing he'd seen.
"Fuck," Sanemi breathed, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "Look how swollen you are." His thumbs stroked along her inner thighs, so close to where she ached but not quite touching.
"All this just from getting fucked?"
Behind her, she felt Giyu's chest rumble with a low sound of satisfaction. His arm tightened around her, holding her more firmly as his other hand splayed possessively across her lower belly. "She's perfect."
Sanemi watched, transfixed, as another pulse of arousal made her entrance flutter, fresh wetness leaking down to where Giyu's cock pressed.
"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking.
She didn't even know what she was begging for.
For him to stop looking and just touch her ?
For mercy from the overwhelming sensations?
He dragged a single, calloused finger through her slickness, from her entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit in one slow, deliberate stroke.
Every ridge and callous on his finger felt magnified as it traveled through her slickness, gathering the evidence of her arousal and dragging it upward.
Behind her, Giyu's arms became iron bands around her torso, his grip on her thigh tightening bruisingly.
"Stay still," he commanded, his voice rough against her ear. But she couldn't stay still. Her hips twisted, her body instinctively trying to escape the intensity even as fresh arousal flooded through her, making her even wetter beneath Sanemi's exploring finger.
"Oh, you’re so sensitive," he continued, his lips curving into a wicked smile. "You’re dripping."
Giyu moved behind her, and she glimpsed the clench of his jaw, frustration sharpening his expression as that competitive spark flared.
She felt the blunt, insistent pressure of his cockhead against her entrance, wet with her arousal and his precum.
He didn't thrust, he just pressed there.
The tension between them was palpable: both men vying for her attention, for her pleasure, for the satisfaction of making her fall apart completely.
And then Sanemi leaned in.
His tongue was a brand against her oversensitive flesh, hot and wet and absolutely devastating.
This wasn't the frantic, desperate lashing from before. No, this was something entirely different.
Slower. More deliberate. So much more maddening.
Part of her wanted to push them, but she was so tired and the goodness of it made letting go easy.
Her hips tried to shift, to seek that contact she desperately needed, but Giyu's grip on her thigh kept her pinned exactly where they wanted her.
Sanemi's tongue brushed against her once more.
The flat of it dragged along the outer curve of her folds in one slow, deliberate stroke. The wet heat of his tongue against her oversensitive flesh sent a violent shudder through her entire body.
"Ah…" The sound ripped from her throat, soft and broken, as her thighs tried to clamp shut on instinct.
But Giyu's hand tightened on her leg, keeping her spread wide open despite her body's desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure.
"None of that," he chided softly, his breath hot.
Sanemi groaned against her cunt, the vibration sending sparks of sensation shooting through her.
Then he kissed her there, actually kissed her, his chapped lips pressing against her swollen flesh before suckling gently, drawing out soft, broken whimpers from deep in her throat.
When he finally delved into her core, it was with one long, deep stroke of his tongue that dragged through her folds and made her back arch violently.
He lapped at her with a hunger that felt endless, his tongue dipping inside her entrance, tasting her so deeply she could feel it in her bones.
Then he retreated, swirling around her clit with a precision that felt like the sweetest torture, each circle calculated to wind her tighter and tighter.
Just as the first coil of a new orgasm began to tighten deep in her belly, she felt Giyu shift again.
The arm hooked under her knee adjusted, spreading her even wider, and she felt him move. Felt the heat of his body repositioning, the solid weight of him.
She was so wet that even the slightest pressure made vulgar sounds, her body weeping with arousal despite how thoroughly they'd already wrung her out.
He pushed into her.
Not with the brutal, claiming thrust she'd grown accustomed to, but with an excruciatingly slow roll of his hips that stole every thought from her mind.
He filled her inch by agonizing inch, the stretch a perfect, burning fullness that made her lungs seize.
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
Could only feel as he seated himself so impossibly deep, his pubic bone grinding against her ass, his body curved protectively around hers.
Sanemi didn't stop. If anything, he intensified his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly against her swollen nub as Giyu's cock stretched her open.
"That's it," he murmured against her ear, sending shivers cascading down her spine. "Just like that."
His words were a low rumble that vibrated through her entire body: a primal affirmation that somehow both soothed and inflamed her all at once.
His arms tightened around her torso, holding her firmly against his chest as he began to move with that same slow, devastating rhythm.
Each thrust was deliberate.
A deep, rolling push that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her, making her whimper and shudder helplessly in his grip.
Her body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her previous orgasm, but Giyu showed no mercy.
His hips rolled with an unyielding rhythm, the glide of his cock inside her slick and maddeningly perfect.
"You take me so well," he breathed, voice rough with barely restrained lust. "You're mine, Y/N."
His hands slid down her torso, fingers splaying possessively over her hips before gripping them tightly, guiding her movements as if she were nothing more than an extension of his own body.
Meanwhile, Sanemi didn't let up for even a second.
He didn't need to be buried inside her to make her fall apart. Didn't need his cock to prove he could.
"Ah…Sanemi…Oh…" Her voice was breathy, desperate, and the sound of his name gasped out like a prayer sent satisfaction surging through him.
Behind her, he could see Giyu's rhythm falter, could see the way his fingers dug harder into her hips as her body clenched in response to Sanemi's mouth.
He was determined to keep going until her thoughts tangled so much that words slipped away for good.
Her thighs trembled violently against Sanemi's cheeks, her hips trying desperately to grind against his mouth even as Giyu's thrusts drove her forward.
A low, guttural groan vibrated directly against her oversensitive flesh, the sound rumbling through her clit and sending shockwaves radiating outward.
"Taste so fucking good," Sanemi's words came out muffled by the wet heat of her pressed against his mouth, but the ravenous hunger in his voice was unmistakable.
His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them even wider as he devoured her, his tongue flicking and sucking with a precision that had her toes curling and her back arching desperately against Giyu.
The duality was going to destroy her.
Giyu's movements shifted and became slower, deeper, more deliberate. Each thrust pushing so deep inside her that she felt utterly possessed.
"You're so perfect," he breathed, his voice rough and thick with something that went beyond mere satisfaction. The words ghosted over her ear, making her shiver despite the heat flooding her.
"I love you so much."
His breath was hot against her skin, ragged and uneven, and when he spoke again, his voice dropped to a whisper that somehow felt louder than any shout. "Cum for me. I need to feel you. Please."
And she did.
She'd lost count by now, was this the fourth? Fifth?
It didn't matter.
The orgasm crashed into her anyway, tearing through her body with merciless intensity.
She clenched down around Giyu's cock with a desperate pulsing that she couldn't control, walls fluttering and gripping him like she'd never let go.
"Y/N….fuck…" Giyu's voice broke beneath her, his grip on her thigh turning bruising as he felt every devastating contraction. "You’re…god, you’re…"
She could feel him throbbing inside her, could feel the way he was fighting for control even as she fell.
Sanemi groaned deeply, his hands tightening on her thighs as he drank her in, his own arousal evident in the harsh, ragged breaths he took between each lick.
Giyu pressed his forehead against her shoulder, his pace faltering for the first time as he too was swept up in the intensity of her release.
She whimpered softly, tears staining her flushed cheeks as her head hung low, sobbing from the overwhelming pleasure. "Please… I can't take anymore… it's too much… too much…"
His hand shot out, rough and commanding.
He squeezed, his thumb and fingers pressing into her flushed, sweat-dampened cheeks until her lips parted involuntarily, forcing her face upward.
Her vision swam, still hazy and unfocused from the climaxes they'd already wrung from her body. She tried to blink the blur away, tried to focus, but everything felt distant, except for his solid grip.
His cock twitched violently at the sight of her: eyes unfocused, lips swollen and parted, wrecked.
"Princess," he cooed, the word a rough caress and a command all at once, "you're not done until I am."
Another fragile sound slipped from her, broken, and something in his gaze warmed at the confirmation.
Her strength gave out and she slid from Giyu’s hold, landing face-first on the tatami in sheer exhaustion.
Sanemi’s hands framed her face with surprising gentleness, lifting long enough to kiss her cheek.
“I need you to cum a little harder,” he breathed, his voice barely there against her skin. “Just for me.”
Y/N nodded absently, nuzzling into his hand as her lips parted in a quiet sigh, gaze lifting to Sanemi.
Their eyes met; a nod passed between them. Giyu adjusted on the tatami and opened his arms, an invitation without pressure. “Come here, Y/N.”
She made it to Giyu on unsteady hands and knees before collapsing against him, weak and spent.
A small twitch ran through her as she buried her face at his throat, drawing in his steady scent.
Giyu’s arms came around her at once, drawing her close, one hand moving through her damp, tangled hair with a gentleness that surprised them both.
She realized too late that it was a trap.
Sanemi's hand kneaded the soft flesh, spreading her cheek slightly, and she felt the cool air of the room kiss places that had never been exposed before.
"Ass up." Sanemi's voice was a gravelly whisper that seemed to vibrate through her bones. The command was absolute. "I want all of you."
With trembling limbs that barely felt like her own anymore, she sought refuge in the only safe harbor available to her. She nuzzled deeper into the crook of Giyu's neck, breathing in his clean, familiar scent.
Then slowly, so slowly her muscles screamed in protest, she began to arch her back gently. Every movement felt monumental, her exhausted body fighting against the command even as arousal pulsed hot and insistent through her veins.
Her spine curved, hips lifting and tilting, presenting herself to Sanemi in the most vulnerable, exposed way possible.
"Such a good girl," his palm smoothing over the globe of her ass in a possessive caress. "Presenting yourself so perfectly for me."
Every nerve ending felt raw, hypersensitive from the relentless pleasure they'd already wrung from her body.
Then she felt him.
The blunt head of his cock, so different from Giyu's, rolled over her throbbing slit in one claiming stroke.
It was rough, possessive, slick with her own arousal and his precum. The pressure alone made her whimper, a broken sound of overwhelmed need.
Sanemi was never gentle. He was a force of nature, wild and untamed. He didn't guide himself in slowly.
He didn't give her time to adjust.
Her cunt was so sore, so used, so utterly stretched and yet he filled her completely, the thick girth of him a burning ache of perfection that had her eyes rolling and head falling against giyus neck weakly.
A comforting hum rose from Giyu and his fingers found her chin and guided it away with patient care.
He kissed her before she could think, drawing her choked sounds into the closeness and easing them.
As their lips met, his tongue danced into her mouth, offering a welcome distraction from the steady heat building between them as Sanemi started to move.
And god, did he move.
Each thrust was punishing, a piston-like drive that slammed into her very core with devastating force.
The wet, vulgar sounds of their joining filled the room immediately: skin slapping against skin, the slick slide of him pounding into her messy cunt.
Giyu's kiss became her lifeline.
She clung to it desperately, her mouth moving against his with increasing sloppiness as Sanemi's relentless pace stole every shred of control she had.
Her lips parted on broken gasps, her tongue tangling messily with his as she tried to maintain any semblance of coordination.
"Ah…ah…" Her attempts at kissing Giyu dissolved completely, her mouth falling open against his as helpless moans and incoherent babbles spilled from her lips. "Please…oh god…I can't…"
"Yes you can," Sanemi groaned, his hand coming down on her ass with a sharp smack that made her clench around him. "You're taking me so good."
She could feel Giyu's cock a perfect, long weight pressed against her stomach, flushed and leaking.
She was seeing stars.
"Look at her," Sanemi chuckled, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. "She can’t even kiss anymore."
It was true.
Her mouth hung open against Giyu's, drool sliding down her chin as she gasped and sobbed through each brutal thrust.
She couldn't form words, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but take what they gave her and fall apart.
The stretch was breathtaking, a relentless fullness that hit places inside she didn't even know existed.
Then his hand came down on the back of her neck.
His calloused palm pressed against her nape, fingers splaying possessively as he pushed her down until her face was buried completely in the crook of Giyu's neck, her broken sounds muffled.
She couldn't lift her head.
Couldn't do anything but take it as Sanemi's other hand gripped her hip with bruising force, using the leverage to drive even deeper into her pussy.
The angle was devastating, the fullness unbearable, and she sobbed helplessly against Giyu's throat as her body bounced between them.
"That's it," Sanemi growled, his voice rough with dark satisfaction. "Let him feel every little sound."
And Giyu did.
She could feel the way his breath hitched with each muffled cry that vibrated against his neck, could feel the way his cock throbbed against her.
His arms tightened around her trembling body, holding her close even as Sanemi's brutal pace drove her down onto him again and again.
"She's shaking," Giyu breathed, his voice strained.
One hand came up to cradle the back of her head, not to lift it, but to hold her there, trapped between his gentle touch and Sanemi's commanding grip.
She heard Sanemi curse behind her and felt his grip on her neck tighten as his hips snapped forward.
"Fuck…she tightened," Sanemi groaned, his voice thick with dark amusement. "You like being held? Having no choice but to take everything we give you?"
A broken, muffled sound was all she could manage, something between a sob and a moan that vibrated against Giyu's throat.
Her body moved helplessly between them, bouncing with each thrust, taking everything they gave her with broken sounds that were swallowed by Giyu.
"You hear that, Tomioka?" Sanemi grunted, his voice strained with the effort of his thrusts. The wet, lewd slapping sounds grew louder, more obscene.
"All for me."
The taunt hung in the air, sharp and challenging.
In answer, Giyu's hands slid down to her hips, his grip firm and purposeful. He began to grind against her, angling her body just so, meeting Sanemi's brutal thrusts with an tilt of his own guidance.
The angle changed.
Suddenly Sanemi's thick cock was dragging against her front wall with devastating precision, hitting that spot inside her that made her entire body seize up.
Her body went completely slack between them, all tension draining away as if her strings had been cut.
The orgasm didn't just crash over her, it detonated.
It ripped through her with a violence that stole her breath, her vision, her very sense of self.
"Wait…Please…Stop," The scream finally tore free: loud and broken and utterly shameless, echoing off the walls as her body convulsed uncontrollably.
Her orgasm ripped through her without warning, so intense it was silent at first, her mouth falling open as every muscle in her body locked tight.
She twitched around Sanemi's cock, her inner walls fluttering and spasming, clenching him in a vice-grip that bordered on painful. Then the sound came.
A high, keening whine tore from her throat.
The pleasure was so intense it felt like dying, like being torn apart and remade in the same breath.
His hips stuttered, his careful rhythm completely falling apart as her body wrung him mercilessly.
"Shit…Y/N…Stop…I’m…" Giyu's words dissolved into a strangled groan as his own climax hit, his cock pulsing gently as he spilled against her abdomen.
She could feel him throbbing against her, could feel the exact moment his control shattered completely.
Behind her, Sanemi's rhythm had become brutal, fucking her right through the convulsions, each thrust prolonging the intense, almost painful waves of pleasure that crashed over her again and again.
With a broken curse, Sanemi buried himself to the hilt and came, his cock pulsing as he filled her cunt.
"That's it…fuck….take it all…"
She was sobbing now, actual tears streaming down her face as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, each one more intense than the last.
Hot spurts pulsed into her, filling her in a way that felt almost overwhelming. She could feel Giyu throbbing against her abdomen, each pulse sending another wave of thick warmth flooding her core.
And Sanemi, god, Sanemi was still buried in her cunt, his cock jerking as he emptied himself with harsh, broken groans that vibrated through her entire body.
She could feel it already beginning to leak out despite how tightly her body still gripped them.
Thick, warm liquid sliding down her inner thigh.
The obscene evidence of what they'd done to her, what she'd let them do, oozing out around their softening cocks and dripping onto the tatami mats.
Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut through most of the overwhelming intensity, began to drift.
She was dimly aware of gentle hands stroking her trembling limbs. Of Giyu's soft murmurs against her shoulder, praise or reassurance, she couldn't tell.
Of Sanemi's rough palm rubbing circles on her hip even as he remained buried inside her, neither of them ready to break that connection quite yet.
The warmth continued to leak out of her, a slow, steady trickle that should have been mortifying but somehow just felt... right.
Like proof of what they'd shared.
Her breathing finally began to even out, the violent trembling gradually subsiding into occasional aftershocks that rippled through her core.
Every muscle that had been wound tight as a bowstring slowly, gradually released its tension.
The last thing she registered before consciousness began to blur at the edges was the feeling of being held between them and the warm, sticky evidence of their release continuing to seep out of her.
We all came together, she thought dimly, the realization somehow both terrifying and deeply satisfying. They couldn't hold back either.
