why the fuck not, let’s make kevin day a passable commodity by supernatural mafia husbands because hot 🤷♀️
nsfw for damn sure! featuring vampire!ichirou, werewolf!stuart, and human!kevin basically being a sexy, sexy chew toy.
y’all let me know if you want more of this; I feel like I could definitely keep rolling with this shameless smut!
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Stuart takes a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling slow and languid around him as he breathes it out. His lips curve into a taunting smirk as he taps the ash away, grinds out the last lingering embers.
“Don’t be greedy,” he drawls, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, elbows braced against his knees. “You won’t leave anything for me.”
The softly amused chuckle from across the room is somewhat muffled, thanks to the fact that Ichirou’s mouth is currently pressed against the curve of an elegant neck, fangs sunk into soft flesh. He remains for a moment longer, then draws back, tongue dragging over the neat puncture wounds. They clot instantly, preventing his victim from losing any more blood. That would be a waste, after all.
“You underestimate him,” Ichirou says, delicately wiping a spot of crimson off his lower lip. “He’s stronger than that. Aren’t you, Kevin?”
His prey is glassy-eyed with blood loss and with need, breathing heavily as he raises his dizzy, distracted gaze to Ichirou’s. The vampire does not strictly need to exert any more influence on him, to drag him deeper under his sway, but he does anyway, just a little pull that has the human stifling a whimper.
“Yes,” he manages to get out. He hasn’t been able to say much more since Ichirou first took him under tonight.
There’s something amusingly sweet about the way he stumbles as Ichirou pushes him off his lap, glancing back at him as if needing direction. He’s utterly in his thrall, caught by the vampire’s gaze and his bite. Ichirou grins, flashing fangs. “Down,” he purrs, stroking a hand down Kevin’s spine. “Crawl, like the good pet you are.”
He is an exemplary pet, a possession Ichirou takes great pride in. He’s only willing to share because Stuart Hatford is an ally, a friend, and occasionally more.
Besides, he rather thinks he’ll enjoy watching the wolf take Kevin apart.
The lean lines of muscle beneath Kevin’s skin flex as he crawls across the carpet, cheeks flushed and head down. The space between the two leather couches is scant, and he is at Stuart’s feet in moments, sitting back on his heels. After so many years belonging to the Moriyama family, he knows his place.
Stuart’s grin shows the faintest flash of the wolf within him, slow and predatory. He cups Kevin’s chin, studying the sharp lines of his face, his tattooed cheekbone, the blown pupils of his emerald eyes. “Fuck, he’s gone already,” he murmurs with a laugh, thumb dragging slow across the human’s bottom lip.
“Mm.” Ichirou leans back in his seat, savoring the lingering richness of Kevin’s blood on his tongue. “Trust me, he’s still very… responsive.”
Stuart’s hand dips lower, tracing the planes of Kevin’s bare chest. His thumb drags over a peaked nipple, and the human’s breath catches in his throat. Of course the wolf notices, hones in on that vulnerable point. “You like that?” His accent thickens in moments of desire like this, and Ichirou savors it.
Kevin manages a nod, a shaky bob of his head as Stuart grins, pinches the nipple hard enough to make the human arch, hissing out a sharp sound. The other is given the same treatment, rolled between calloused fingertips, dragging a tiny moan out of Kevin’s throat. Stuart chuckles, glancing back up at Ichirou. “Responsive is right. You make him like that, or is it just natural talent?”
Ichirou’s smile is slow and expansive as he rises to his feet, pacing towards them. His hands settle on Kevin’s shoulders, thumbs dragging over the delicate skin of his collarbones and neck, tracing the still-healing bite marks on the curve of his throat. “Oh, it’s all natural. He is a bit of a prodigy in everything he does,” he adds in a purr, just to see the way Kevin’s cheeks flush at the compliment.
The words are true enough; Kevin Day is obscenely talented in many ways, the entire reason he ended up in the Moriyama family’s hands in the first place. It’s just that most people only know his talents as a world-class athlete and a charming public figure. These more personal talents are reserved for only a select few.
His hand slides up the back of Kevin’s neck, fingers tangling in the dark silk of his hair. Another half-swallowed sound escapes him, and Ichirou smirks as he pushes him down. Kevin bends without resistance, until his cheek is pressed against the heavy denim stretched over Stuart’s thigh. Green eyes dart up to glance at both of them, then are drawn irresistibly back to the rather obvious bulge between Stuart’s legs. He doesn’t need further instruction, shifts of his own accord until he’s nuzzling against the seam over the other’s crotch.
The wolf lets out another rough laugh. “Eager, too.” He easily undoes the fly of his jeans, reaches inside to pull out his cock, and Ichirou watches Kevin’s pulse stammer against his throat and his tongue dart out to nervously wet his lips as he realizes just what he has to contend with. Stuart is more than commonly large, whether that’s due to his lycanthropic nature or simply natural endowment. Hard, he’s no little bit intimidating, particularly to someone who hasn’t dealt with someone of his kind before.
Ichirou’s grip on his hair tightens, and Kevin heeds the implicit warning - he tilts his chin, plush lips wrapping around the head of Stuart’s cock.
“Fuck,” the other man grates out, hips lifting a little so he can push himself deeper into Kevin’s mouth.
“Maybe later,” Ichirou retorts with a teasing flash of fangs, garnering another, more breathless laugh from Stuart.
He turns his focus to the vampire even as Kevin chokes around his cock, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, flashing unnaturally gold in a hint of his baser nature. “Promises, promises.”