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“Tch, the Kamo girl’s family had a much better reputation than this one.”

Ah, right. How could you forget?

You shift awkwardly on the mat, managing to rip your eyes over to the line of elders behind Gojo, whispering just loud enough that you’d hear - and, of course, remember once more that no, the marriage proposal hasn’t been approved just yet.

And considering those disapproving glares you’d been so warmly welcomed with, it seemed that they were well and fully intent on keeping it that way.

“I can assure you,” you fight to keep the polite smile plastered on your face, painful and slowly cracking with each passing second being interrogated. “My family is well-respected in the community.” Eyes snapping over to a silent Gojo, skin burning at his intensity. “Very well respected.”

“Come now. We’re just saying.” Another voice speaks up, strained and tinged with a venomous tone you knew didn’t bode well. “Your lineage isn’t exactly illustrious, is it?”

The emphasis on “illustrious” isn’t lost on you, and it’s so fucking dramatic than you think you could almost laugh. Apparently, a few of the elders think so, too - because they’re positively seething at the sight.

Muttering an icy, “Something funny, dear?”

“Nothing at all.” you bite back any insults, sifting around the contents of your untouched dinner - the last thing on your mind right now when it seemed like you were the main scrutiny tonight. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Such attitude!” That offended croak is met with murmured agreements and nods from the end of the room, “The madam of the Gojo household must be demure- I told the young master we should go with the Kamo girl.”

God, why did you agree to this again? Something about strengthening your family ties? You felt sorry for the poor soul who’d end up marrying Gojo, because no matter how much beauty or power he held, it certainly wouldn’t make up for this. 

Scoffing, the words falling from your lips faster than you could register them. “Then why didn’t he?”

And this little question somehow seemed to have struck a nerve - multiple, in fact, as you watch in morbid fascination as the elders visibly bristle. 

“B-because-” one sends a hasty glance at their stone-faced clan leader, flushing at his still-unwavering gaze on you. “You- It doesn’t matter. Someone like you isn’t suited to marry-”

“Right, because this clan is that great.”

You freeze. The elders freeze. It seems like everyone in the world freezes except for Gojo - who only raises his brow. Letting your words hang in the air like a foul stench, studying just how awfully you’re digging your grave deeper in this hellish marriage meeting.

Eventually, the elder closest to Gojo’s right mutters a painfully saccharine sweet, “I knew we shouldn’t have let the riff-raff participate.”

And oh it was like a dam burst open.

“-out of the thousands of girls, for someone like master-”

“The scandal, too- imagine letting the Gojo name fall this far-”

“Isn’t worthy. Can’t let the bloodline be carried by some whor-”

You’re on your feet before you realize it. Whirling at the elders head-on, and if looks could kill then all those old fossils would be six feet under and their graves a dance floor for you already. 

Fists clenched, you spit, “If he’s so wonderful then you all can marry this oh-so-great bastard yourself-”

Oh. You’ve done it now.

You were fucked. You were so very, very fucked. 

You don’t even bother to meet Gojo’s stare, instead wondering whether you’d be able to outrun the strongest clan leader alive. Sure, you could take those old toads but-

“Sit.”

Your heart leaps at the voice, the first time you’re hearing it since entering this room - deep, almost-melodic, and for a second you don’t even recognize who it came from. Not until Gojo’s flashing you a mirthful grin, blue yukata shifting as he moves to sit cross-legged, “Sit.”

Oh, God, you didn’t know of any torture methods one could do while sitting - but you didn’t doubt that Gojo was an expert in all of them. 

And as your knees buckle, sinking ever-so-slowly to sit back down on the floor, Gojo tilts his head in confusion. Brows scrunching together as he gestures downwards.

“On your…lap?” You question, as if the answer wasn’t glaringly obvious. 

The only response you get is a careless nod, Gojo spreading his knees further as if to prove his point. No care or concern as he plows on, “If you’d like, of course.”

It’s a silent staredown - you, and him - and the elders watching jaw-dropped, of course. None of you have ever known the young master to let anyone get this close - let alone give them a decision on, well, anything.

. 

A weighty beat passes. One. Two. 

He wins.

And you find yourself walking unsteadily towards Gojo’s imposing figure, all eyes on you as you plop down unceremoniously in his waiting lap. Warm - and it catches you off guard. Gaze flickering over his broad shoulder to look at the aghast faces behind you. Tension crackling in the air as they wonder the same thing as you at this very moment - just what type of torture method is this? 

“Interesting…I need this one.” You blink up in confusion, heart racing and oh- shit, when did he get so close? But Gojo’s chest only rumbles with laughter. Circling his long fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his sculpted chest, “As the new madam of the Gojo household.”

What? 

The elders behind let out stifled gasps, as bewildered as you were. And you swear you saw one faint, though, you don’t get to take a close look, because Gojo’s gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head up at his pretty face. 

“Wan’ me to kill them?”

“Kill- why?” you sputter - both from his idea and the heat of his proximity. 

“Why not?” He looks at you through his long lashes, so deceivingly innocent that it makes your head spin. Tone so light, as if he was talking about something trivial like the weather. “An early wedding gift, maybe?” And he sounded like he was joking - you wished he was joking. But you knew better. 

So you swallow thickly, “N-no…thank you.”

At this, Gojo’s eyes twinkle. “Yeah, real interesting.” he coos, voice so uncharacteristically playful. And his lips are so close - too close. Running a thumb along your bottom lip, “Gorgeous, too. Tell me, pretty, what do you think of ruling over this trash?”

And you could feel every eye on you as you mull over the question. Weighty. Scrutinizing - except for Gojo who seemed like he was hanging onto your every word. 

Hell, might as well give ‘em a few heart attacks right?

Words that never come - because your body moves before your mind. And you’ve got one hand gripping his expensive Yukata, the other scrambling for his broad shoulders. Softening the blow as you crash your lips onto his.

Soft - it’s the first thing you register. Followed very shortly by the taste of those cheap lollipops from those local convenience stores you loved - strawberry, you think.

But you don’t get to confirm, because the kiss is over as soon as it happens.

Gojo’s pulling away with a strange light in his eyes, lips flushed a pretty pink, yukata dangling off his shoulder already. You have to train your eyes away from the milky skin, and over to the elders. Yeah, one really had fainted - three, now, actually. 

And only one of them is brave enough to pipe up a rapid, “You- how dare you dirty-”

Thud!

It all happens so fast you’re not sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. In a split second, there’s a long dagger pulled out from his yukata, embedded deep into the tatami mat - not even an inch away from the elder who’d opened his mouth. 

“Out.” 

It’s so abrupt that for a second, you think Gojo’s talking to you, voice soft, and so so eerie. It sends shivers down your spine as you raise your eyes to look at his glare at the frozen crowd behind him.

Eyes wide, aura menacing - a grin gracing his features, absolutely nothing like the one he’d sent you - it was something so dangerous and cold. The temperature in the room dropping about ten degrees as he mutters, “I won’t say it twice.”

And immediately, it’s chaos. Each one stumbling over the other to run out the sliding doors first, none of them daring to look you in the eyes now. 

“O-of course, master.” the leader, seemingly, chokes out. One foot out the room already, “I’ll um- check that the servants are doing their work-”

“No. You all will stand outside.” Gojo murmurs, not even bothering to look at them. Instead, cupping your face closer towards his, “And close the door.”

That door could not have been shut faster, ringing in the tense silence. And suddenly you’re too-aware of the audience outside. Too-aware of being left alone with…your future husband? And the way he was looking down at you with something so dark in his eyes.

“So…” he runs his nose down your neck, breathing in your scent. “If you don’t want me to kill those bastards…what else must I gift you, my wife?” 

“Like what?” You gulp, back arching involuntarily into him. 

Gojo laughs at the reaction, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. “An estate?” Dancing ever-so-slowly, up your jaw, “All the cars you could want?” He blows gently in your ear, chuckling as you yelp in surprise. “Maybe jewelry?” Kissing the tips of your ears, “You’d look gorgeous in blue. And the Zenin clan has the perfect necklaces I can…convince them to send over.” He pulls away, taking you in entirely, “Or maybe-” Lips now ghosting yours. “-something else?”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. 

You don’t know who leans in first, just that Gojo’s lips were so sweet on yours. So addictive. Palms cradling your face so softly, while his lips were anything but. 

“Open your mouth, pretty.” he pants into your lips. “Kiss your husband properly, now.”

Shit, you barely even realize the way you’re listening to every single word he says. Jaw falling slack to let him lick at the seam of your lips. Such a messy clash of teeth and spit and him - so hot and starved. Like he couldn’t get enough with the way he hastily moves to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. 

“Satoru-” you gasp, and he nips lightly at your bottom lip once you immediately shut yourself up because shit, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Calling the clan leader Gojo by his first name? Hell, you’ll see the gates of heaven before you see an altar. 

But Gojo himself seems to think the complete opposite. “Don’t get all shy now.” he pries away the hand covering your mouth. “Call me ‘Toru’.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, trying to will yourself to say this little nickname.

Too slow, apparently. Because his hands are suddenly everywhere - on your breasts, your hips, giving your ass a slow squeeze. “T-Toru-” you squeal. 

Gojo’s mouth drops into a soft oh! Immediately surging forward as if to claim your lips again - stopping mere millimeters from your lips with a pained grunt. Like it killed him to stay away. 

“See? Jus’ like that.” he angles your head just right, before spitting, once. Twice. Right into your pretty mouth. “N’ now you’re mine.”

And fuck if Gojo wasn’t going to prove it.

He’s laying you down on the mat, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, “Mine to wed. Mine to carry my legacy.” Thumb running over your hardened nipples as he urgently unbuckles your bra, throwing it behind god-knows-where. “Mine to-” Biting down, ever-so-lightly on your nipple, “-worship.” Hands dipping lower, and lower - just barely teasing the hem of your drenched panties. “Mine to ruin.”

You don’t know what you’re reeling more from - maybe from those words, which you’re sure he said loud enough for the elders outside to hear.

Maybe from the way he’s sliding a finger underneath your panties, sliding it up and down your puffy folds. Making you arch into him like such a slut as he pools your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips, popping them into his mouth with a low groan. 

“Oh. Fuck. Oh, fuck-” Gojo’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Not wasting a second before ripping off your flimsy panties, tucking them away into the waistband of his yukata. “Sweeter than I imagined.”

“S-so filthy-” you mewl, as he spreads your shaky thighs. Lips wobbling pathetically at how he’s admiring your glistening cunt. “Toru, no one’s ever…”

At this, his eyes are back on yours now. Half-lidded, pupil’s blown - and you don’t think you’ve ever even heard of the leader of the Gojo clan being so out of it, let alone see it first-hand. His voice strained as he breathes out a barely audible, “Shit- really? So then…” He’s moving to lick lewd little circles on your inner thigh, “...your husband’s gotta make this memorable, right?”

Gojo doesn’t give the time to even think about answering - he doesn’t trust that he has the fucking sanity to wait that long. Because you’re so pretty splayed out like this for him. Your moans too sweet. Your cunt too tempting. Too his. 

So, really, you can’t blame him when he’s plunging nose-deep into your quivering pussy, licking one, long stripe right up your swollen folds. And fuck the cute lil’ whines escaping your lips are so addictive that Gojo just can’t help but do it again. And again. And again and-

“O-oh my god, ngh- feels too good-” you card your fingers through his soft locks - something that would usually result in a lost hand or two. But for you - anything, for you. “More, Toru.”

Shit, if Gojo thought he’d lost his sanity before then he definitely wasn’t ready for this. 

“So needy.” he’s chuckling into your glistening folds. One hand throwing your legs over his shoulders, the other thumbing over your needy clit. “So perfect. Can’t believe no one’s ever hah- eaten out this pretty cunt before.”

Immediately, he’s squeezing his hot tongue past your folds. And it’s all you can do to buck your hips up so sluttily when he licks at your sloppy entrance. Your throbbing clit. Anywhere and everywhere Gojo could reach.

“Hngh- yes yes yes, too good.”

“Yeah? Ya like this?” He moves his fingers down from your already-ravaged clit, circling your sopping wet hole. “Ya like making such a mess on m’tongue?”

“W-wha-” The words get caught in your throat as you whirl down at the sight below you - Gojo. Gojo, with strands of white hair sticking to his forehead, eyes so glassy. Gojo, tongue lapping at your sweet juices, looking like he wanted to devour you with his eyes, as much as his mouth. 

At your reaction, he grins, furrowing his brow in mock-concern, “What’s wrong, pretty? Can’t talk?” Bullying his long fingers past that first feeble ring of resistance, massaging your plushy walls. “N’ you were so hah- feisty earlier. Thought my new mmpf- wife would be mouthy?”

You give his hair a warning tug, whispering, “Sh-shut up-” But it comes out more breathless than you intended. 

Gojo notices, of course he does. Because he’s letting out a whiny, “Sh-shut up.” Wrapping his pretty pink lips around your pulsing clit, “As you wish, madam Gojo.”

You hear a dull thud from outside, but you can’t even think about turning your head to look because Gojo’s drinking you in like a man possessed. Pumping his fingers in and out, expertly hitting that one spot with each and every thrust. Looking nothing like an infamous clan-leader and every bit on cloud nine as he rolls his tongue over your clit. Over and over and-

“P-please ah- oh-” you squirm.

“Move your hips like that. Yeah- jus’ like that, pretty- fuck-” The most powerful man in the country letting himself be angled and pulled as you pleased, grunting each time you drag your pussy all over his mouth. Fingers frenzied on your clit - sloppy. Fast. 

But it still wasn’t enough for Gojo - he thinks it’ll probably never be. But that’s fine - the two of you have until the wedding night to perfect it, right?

So he’s looping a big arm around one leg, pulling your snug cunt impossibly closer, reaching over to toy with your pretty clit. And then he’s nose-deep in your sloppy entrance, preparing you for what was to come - fucking you both on his tongue and his fingers. 

Jaw grinding deeper, stretching you out, thrusting in and out in and out in and-

“Fuck fuck fuck- Toru m’so…”

“Close?” he slurs into your cunt, grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Fingers just digging into your hips, sure to leave pretty little marks for him to admire later - and to give a message to those old toads outside. “Cum f’me. Shit- cum f’me, pretty.”

Gojo realizes it before you when you’re finally cumming - because your gummy walls are squeezing around him so tight that it’s almost difficult fuck you through your high the way he wants. 

You’re shaking. Blood roaring in your ears, vision spotty. Crying out a hoarse, “Fuck fuck fuck- oh my god, Toru-” Barely even realizing the way you’re rocking your hips so hard into his hot mouth. 

And Gojo keeps going. 

Even when you’re blinking your vision back, big fat tears pricking your eyes at the sheer overstimulation. Even when white-hot electricity sparks behind your eyes each flick of his tongue. Still toying with your poor clit, tonguefucking you so messily. 

“Toru, s’too- ngh- much- fuck.” You can barely get the words out, jolting. Wondering how the fuck his mouth wasn’t tired, yet - how his fingers weren’t cramping up, tongue still as greedy as ever. “C-can’t-”

“You can. You will.” he’s murmuring into your cunt. Running his mouth now, like he was drunk off your pussy. Words as fast and ragged as his tongue. “C’mon, faster. Harder. Fuck-” you flinch as he spits out little profanities into your messy cunt. “Fuckin use me. Use me like the good lil’ wife you are.”

“Oh- shit.” you whine. Clawing at the mats, Gojo’s hair, his shoulders - just anything to cope with the sheer stimulation as he made out with your pussy like a mad man. “Wait- cum- m’gonna…”

You’re cumming and cumming all over again. So hard, even as you grind your hips deeper into Gojo’s mouth. Riding out your orgasm on his pretty face, so painfully good. 

And only then is he finally pulling away. Absolutely wrecked, eyes miles away already, mouth glistening with your slick. Going all the way down his jawline, and onto the tatami mat in a deafening drip! drip! drip!

“Oh.” he runs his tongue along his wet lips. “Who made you cum like this?” 

A smile slowly splits across his face as you manage out a little, “Y-you, Toru…”

“That’s fuckin’ right. Me.” Hypnotized by the heavenly sight of you all fucked-out and twitching with the aftershock. Marveling down at his hand - glossy, and covered with your slick, “N’ m’gonna love you.”

And, well, a good husband always shares, right?

Because Gojo’s shoving his fingers past your kiss-bitten lips, pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way he knew would have your eyes watering, gagging around him so prettily. Eyes widening at the feeling of something so hard and hot between your legs. 

“C’mon, lil’ madam. Lick them clean f’me, will you?”

You’re gasping, “Mmpf- Toru-” Eyes flitting between a smug Gojo and the hand currently untying his robe. So teasing with the way he’s giving you just a flash of those boxers before oh-

Shit. 

You thought that he’d be big - it was expected, in fact. But this was fucking ridiculous. 

All sculpted curves and dips of his body, faint scars painting his milky skin - stories he’d tell you about later, you think. A fucking masterpiece. All the way down, down, down to where his throbbing cock was leaking all over those tufts of white at his toned pelvis.

Rock-hard, and so so angry. Prominent veins running along the side, flushed a shade of pretty pink that glistened with precum in the dim lighting. So intimidatingly long that it already had you worrying for your poor cervix, and thick enough that it had your thighs pressing mindlessly together. 

Something that Gojo obviously didn’t appreciate.

“Now now.” he tuts, pulling back his fingers to spread apart your thighs with ease. So far apart that it burned. “I need these legs open, pretty. I like the view, y’see.”

And he made it quite obvious, too. Spreading your swollen folds so shamefully apart with his thumb - wet with your split. All the blood rushing to his cock at the way you flinch in embarrassment, at the feeling of being so used. Cute. 

“Shhh, relax.” Gojo hums. Spreading the spit and slick lazily along your cunt with his fat head, purposely letting it smear all over your thighs. “M’gonna make this feel so good for you.”

And let it be known that Gojo Satoru was a merciless man - for everyone. 

Except maybe his cute lil’ wife. 

Because, yes, he’s suddenly splitting you apart on his massive cock. Yes, he’s holding your poor hips still, head dropping into the crook of your neck as he sinks in inch by fucking inch. 

But oh God does he have to hold back from fucking your tight cunt exactly the way he wants. The stretch too sinful, your pussy too heavenly. 

Instead he’s kissing away the single tear rolling down your cheek, muttering, “Too big? Aww, f-fuck, pretty. You needa breathe-.” Rich, coming from him considering that Gojo doesn’t know if he was breathing right now. Too caught up in the way he’s rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, gasping into your open mouth, “Trust me. M’gonna make it f-feel hah- good. So fucking good.”

“F-fuck-” Your head is spinning. And you can only give him such delirious little nods as Gojo starts to push in quick, lazy little grinds of his hips just to squeeze inside your gummy walls. Past that first, tight ring of resistance. 

“S’too big-” you squeal, nails raking down his back. “A-are you all the way in- yet?”

“Nope.” he’s popping the p, so unfairly smug. “Not even halfway in.” Drinking in all your cute lil’ sobs as he snakes a hand up to draw an invisible line across your stomach. “But you b-better be prepared, wifey. Because this-” Pressing down, hard. “-is where I’ll be.”

You didn’t know who wanted that to become a reality more - Gojo or you. 

Especially with the way your tight cunt is sucking him up so good, and shit for all Gojo’s reputation, he feels like he could’ve cum right then and there. 

“Shit- so fucking tight. God- you’re gonna make me lose my mind.” words so strained. So dangerous. He kisses down your neck, biting right above your racing pulse. “How do you want it? Like you’re my hah- wife- or my lil’ slut?”

A trick question, you think - as much as you could when you’re this cockdrunk, at least. 

Locking eyes down at the way your cunt was bulging so obscenely around his cock, clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in in in- Unstopping. Relentless. Mewling a little, “L-like I’m your…wife.” 

“Louder.”

“Like I’m your wife.”

Several things happen at once - that faint muttering suddenly increases tenfold, and maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have noticed the few gasps. Gojo, however, does hear. 

It only takes an irritated growl and a split-second flash of metal for a second dagger to be struck deep into the thin wooden panel of the door - unfortunately for whoever just so happened to be on the other side. 

“That’s right. My wife.” And then he’s bottoming out - heavy balls smacking your ass, leaky tip nudging your poor cervix, letting you mark him up all you want as he rocks his hips faster into yours. “And you- ah- you realize they’re beneath you, right?” he’s stroking where he can feel himself bulging inside you. “That my lil’ wife just has to say the word n’ I’ll ngh- take ‘em all out?” 

You can only sob at the pressure, because his words are so soft but he’s fucking you so mean. Sounding like he was losing his sanity with each time your heavenly walls milked him. 

“I’ll kill ‘em- kill ‘em all-” he’s gritting out. “Hell, I’ll take down the r-rest of those clans ah- too if it pleases you.” Fingers getting so erratic on your clit, angling his hips just right to try and find- 

“Hngh- f-fuck, Toru- there-”

That.

So sloppy with the way he’s alternating between hitting that one spot and just abusing your cervix. Bruising - like he wanted to mark you everywhere n’ show it off, too. Biting down your neck, whispering into the skin, “Anything for you, madam.”

Rocking his hips harder, and he couldn’t give less of a fuck about the lewd little pool of slick and split forming on the mat below. Can’t even think to bring himself to be disgusted. 

“Feels good?” he’s drinking in your adorable sobs, “S’what you imagined?”

You’re torn between running away and fucking your hips up so bruisingly into his, hells digging into the mat as you push and pull away. “Yes. Feels- ah- ngh-” And for all your mouthiness earlier, you can’t even form coherent sentences right now - something that makes Gojo balls squeeze so painfully.

Something that has him wrapping his arms around your legging, dragging you like some ragdoll back to him. Rocking his hips so bruisingly deeper and deeper as he babbles. 

“Gonna make you c-cum. So hard.” He’s fucking you harder into the mat. Faster. Sloppier. “Gonna ngh- make you my beautiful bride.” Bouncing you on his painfully hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside - to leave marks for everyone in the clan to know. His balls on your ass, your nails down his shoulders, lips on your neck leaving little bites. “Gonna make you mine, pretty. And everyone else s’gonna know.”

And Gojo can tell when you’re close because he’s learned that you have a habit of squeezing him to insanity when you are. 

“Close?” At your delirious nod he’s giving you a blinding grin, “How cute. Why don’t you hah- cum f’me like the good lil’ wife you are, hm?”

Cum for him you do - thighs shaking, body jolting. So hard and violent that you’re covering him in all your sweet sweet juices. 

And he can only watch - awe-struck - as your pretty pussy squirts all over his angry cock glistening, and just drenched with your slick now. Beads of it getting all over his burning abs, trickling down every dip and curve as he uses your quivering pussy harder and harder-

“God, you’re so good f’me. Look how much you came.” Giving a final, harsh thrust. “So perfect f’me.”

So fucking smug as he finally cums as well. Letting out a low, muffled moan into your neck as he fills your poor pussy with rope after rope of seed, painting your walls such a sinful white. All the way until he was sure you were bloated with his cum, until he could feel it dribbling down the side. Looking down to confirm and- ah, sure enough, it was such a heavenly sight - thick globs drenching your clothes below. Spreading in a pool as his hips push deeper and deeper. 

Like it hurt to stop. Like it hurt to even think of tearing his eyes away from you. 

But, alas, this old meeting room could only take so much, and Gojo thinks you’ll enjoy his - your - bedroom much better for round two.

Which is how the elders outside found the door kicked open not too long after. Blinking up in shock at the tall figure of the Gojo clan leader at the frame holding you. Tired and limp in a princess carry, all bundled up your yukata and one of his outer robes. 

And they can only avert their eyes, faces burning at the hazy expression on your face, hair so unsubtly messy, bare legs twitching ever-so-slightly from where they were just peeking out from where the fabric had bunched up. Sinful. Desecrated. And evidently his. 

“Clean that room up.” 

Gojo’s stern command snaps them all out of their reverie. 

But before they could all run to do so, he’s plowing on, unapologetic and low. “Oh, and bow down-” chuckling lightly as they scramble to their knees before him - and your barely-lucid figure. “-to the new madam of the Gojo household.

A/N. On my period I’m gonna cry. 

gasping in large amounts of air, he saunters over to give you a quick kiss on your forehead and sheepishly pass you the damp bouquet. a quick apology, some reassurances that he would get you cookies after this and one long, aching minute later— the whole room was filled with your daughter’s heartbeat.

it was wondrous; those throbbing, minute pulses that made you cover your mouth and start to tear up. “ran, she’s here. she’s really here, she’s—“

you turn to find your husband staring at the screen, hand clutching his mop of purple-black locks that were messy from his impromptu marathon sprint to the hospital. but that wasn’t what made you pause.

ran haitani, the man who could slam bricks on unsuspecting victims’ heads, torture a poor soul for days and came back home more often than not with blood staining his suit… was openly and comically sobbing into his large palm.

“we did that,” he manages to choke out, watery lilac gaze on you. “you did that. i’m so proud of you.” a lingering grin at the grainy screen and warm fingers lacing with yours. “mama and i can’t wait to see you. our s-sweet girl. our little princess.”

# MIKEY

listless onyx eyes were alight in worry. watching the doctor with a hawk-like intensity as he spread the cold gel over your soft belly. the obgyn’s hands shook, but what else could one expect when a room full of men in black suits were watching his every move?

“mikey,” you murmur, catching his attention. “can you… can we have this moment together?” glancing at the faces of these poor men who had to be dragged into such a an intimate family affair—less the indomitable bonten leader thought that a surprise attack would commence in the local gynecology room—would’ve been funny if the sight of their barely concealed guns didn’t make you nervous.

sensing your hesitation, mikey gave one curt nod. immediately, the men left one by one so that you both would be alone with the now relieved doctor. the screen lit up, and he gave mikey a bright smile. “congratulations sano-san. it’s a baby girl.”

“is she healthy?” to anyone else, mikey sounds callous and rude. but the intense concern was simmering underneath. in answer, the doctor flips a switch and the swooping sound of a strong heartbeat bounces across the room. whole and complete.

you don’t miss the wobble in his lower lip. the shiny bottomless eyes. mikey quietly lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your palm. “she’s perfect.”

# KAKUCHO

“got your wet wipes?”

“yep.”

“your nausea medication?”

“mhm hmm.”

“hot pack?”

you pause. “kaku… we’re just going for an ultrasound. i’m not giving birth for like, another six more months, love.”

your husband looks reticent, an expression that doesn’t leave until you both are in the room waiting for the obgyn to begin your session. a whole hour filled with kakucho firing question after question to the poor, unsuspecting doctor who was under immense scrutiny to be gentle with you less this 5’11 executive would bare down on him with a look of pure wrath in his mismatched eyes.

as delicate as the whole process was, it was no match for the sound of your baby girl’s heartbeat filling the sterile white walls. reminding her papa on how precious life was even when he was surrounded by death on the daily.

you don’t have to look up to know kakucho was wiping his eyes discreetly with the corner of his sleeve. don’t have to ask twice when he fires more rapid queries on how his little girl is doing and if you were well.

and you definitely didn’t have to second guess his devotion when your husband buys your favorite snacks and spends the whole night caressing your belly and being clingier than you expected; eager to meet his little girl and finally create the family he never had together with you, the love of his entire existence.

# RINDOU

“i don’t think i’ll cry.”

what famous last words your emotionally incapacitated but genuinely sweet husband had said. and here he was, sitting next to you, earnestly charting every movement that the doctor was making with sleepy lilac eyes.

you took rindou’s hand and he let you, not gruffly shy as he usually was whenever you initiated physical contact. the screen lit up and the obgyn smiled. “it’s a lovely baby boy, haitani-san.”

rindou’s fingers tighten around yours. a first in your marriage. quiet sniffles as the executive whose specialty was breaking bones marveled at the tiny lump that made up his son on the grainy screen. how real it all felt. how real this was.

“i’m gonna be a papa,” he whispers, testing out the words. you ignore the doctor in the room when you lean forward and plant your lips on his cheeks. making his face warm.

“the best papa in this whole damn universe.”

you could tell rindou doesn’t believe it, just like how he doesn’t believe that he would cry when he hears his son’s heartbeat. just like all those years ago, he didn’t believe that a marriage and family could be a life for someone as notorious as him.

but that’s why he has you—to show him that the impossible is completely possible.

# SANZU

“i can’t detect a heartbeat.”

the doctor’s words leave your head ringing. you’re unsure if the screen is blurry or if it’s because of the tears accumulating in your lash line. the spot beside you where your husband was suppose to be was achingly empty. sanzu was late, you numbly came to the realization. but he didn’t even have to show up—there was nothing to show up for.

the grainy screen yawns with a lack of movement. not even the door opening and a natal nurse coming in with some supplements could spark your hopes.

in the periphery, the obgyn’s tight smile dominates your vision. “give us a few more seconds, mrs. sanzu. it should show up.” you don’t believe him. nor did you have any hope. after all, this was your miracle baby. is, you remind yourself. this baby is our miracle. the door opens and a mop of pink hair rushes to your side. “baby, i’m so sorry, i was caught up—“ sanzu stops mid-rant when he finds your eyes shiny with tears.

“what’s wrong?”

“the baby’s heartbeat is not there.” on the outside, you may seem emotionless, but the tears chasing down your cheeks that broke from those painful words said otherwise. sanzu clambers to take your hand.

“run it again,” in a voice cold as steel. those blue eyes were colder; fix on the obgyn who was starting to break out in sweat.

“give me a few more seconds—“

“now.” bonten’s number 2 does not mince his words. the doctor scrambles with the equipment, every second causing you to lose hope before it happens. the pulsing, swooping almost alien-like sound that fills the room. your daughter’s heartbeat bouncing off the walls. you break down into grateful tears, and sanzu is there to catch you, holding you close to his chest. as if the doctor wasn’t here, he leaves kisses on your forehead, murmuring his apologies and soothing your fears.

“she’s a fighter, just like you, baby,” he grins and you sniffle.

“no, she’s like you,” sending him a mock glare through your tears, you don’t miss your husband’s cheeky smile. sanzu could’ve given you a smart retort but he doesn’t. reticent and apologetic, he kisses your forehead again when you continue, “never on time and always leaving me sick with worry.”

# KOKONOI

“hajime, you’re going to wear a hole through the carpet.” your handsome husband stops mid-stride and frowns, setting his foot down.

“how can you be so relaxed?” he utters churlishly. “this is huge.”

“baby, come here.” stealing a few moments while the doctor gets ready to conduct your appointment, you take his hand and place it on the rise of your belly. hajime tries hard to feel a movement, to connect with the little life you’re cultivating inside. but it’s quiet and his worries spike once more.

thankfully, he has nothing to be afraid of. his daughter’s heartbeat ricochets like the strongest gunfire through his mind, bringing it peace and a fresh wave of panic.

what if he couldn’t protect her? what if he wasn’t a good father? what if she was taken away from him in a horrible accident?

all those thoughts swirl heavily through his mind. dissipating when you hold his hand. of course.

hajime isn’t alone. he has someone else on his team and thankfully for him, it’s someone as loving, strong and brave as you.

those old fears could never touch him anymore.

"keep quiet for me, doll," he said with a playful nip to your ear. in what felt like the span of half a breath, he had you bent over his desk, cock buried in your sweet cunt. his hands moved up your body to pull the top of your dress down. with your tits now exposed, he squeezed them in his hands. his fingers went to tug at your nipples before one hand gripped you hip, guiding you in tandem with his rough thrusts, and the other hand wrapping around your throat.

you were so close, nearing the summit of your pleasure. but it all slipped through your fingers when ran's office door opened, his younger brother walking in. rindou ran a hand over his face with a deep sigh. "could you not do this at work?"

ran didn't stop his harsh thrusts, merely leveling a bored gaze at his brother. it was hard to focus on your own pleasure with the embarrassment of being caught clouding your mind. "did you need something?"

rindou stepped forward, eyes trained on your bouncing tits. he set a stack of files on ran's desk, "take a look at these when you get the chance." with that, he made his way back to the door, sparing a single last look your way before the door shut behind him.

ran leaned forward, lips next to your ear, hand still on your neck. "your face may have embarrassment written all over it, but don't think i didn't notice the way you clenched around me. do you like being watched as i fuck you?" the hand he had on your hip trailed down to rub at your clit, bringing you ever closer to your orgasm. but he'd never let you get it so easily, of course not.

❁ kazutora

it completely slipped his mind that in less than half an hour, chifuyu would be coming over to help with something. he'd left the door unlocked, telling chifuyu to let himself in when he arrived. kazutora couldn't think about that--or anything at all--when you sent him those suggestive photos from the other room. his pants grew tight as he stared at the screen of him phone, not even realizing that you were now sitting beside him, a hand on his thigh. you placed kisses along his chin, trailing your hand higher up his leg until you were palming his hard cock through his pants. he groaned, pressing his back into the back cushion of the couch.

the only thing on his mind was the hope you'd help him get off. he had to bite his lip to hold in his moan as you freed him from the constraints of his pants. you spat in your hand before wrapping it around his cock. with teasing slowness, you began to stroke him, occasionally running a finger over his sensitive head. he can barely contain himself, whiny moan dripping from his lips, head lolled back against the couch as you refuse to get him close to his orgasm.

a grin broke across your face, relishing in the way he began to beg you for his release. and before either of you could register what was happening, chifuyu was already through the apartment door and in the living room. he only sighed and averted his eyes as kazutora tore your hand off his cock, struggling to put himself back in his pants. "just text me when you're done," chifuyu said, backing away, but despite how calm he tried portray himself, he couldn't hide the heat rising to his face.

it was safe to say, kazutora was mortified. how much had chifuyu witnessed? though he had managed to get himself back into his pants, there was still a noticeable bulge. his face was flamed with heat and he couldn't bear to even look in your direction. you slid your hand over his cheek, forcing him to look at you. "do you want to pretend like this didn't happen? or do you want me to help you?" you gestured to his lap. he nodded, a bit too desperately. for the second time, you freed his cock from his pants. you honestly didn't know how long it was until chifuyu was given the all-clear to enter again. but at least both you and kazutora were satisfied.

❁ shinichiro

it was one of those rare times you had with the promise of no interruptions, able to take your time with each other. a simple of day of hanging out in his home garage turned into something heated with all your teasing touches. he sat on the small couch and pulled you on his lap. his lips found yours with ease while his hands slipped under your shirt to play with your tits. your hands tugged at his belt. he got the hint and helped you to make quick work of your clothes, discarding them haphazardly around the couch.

he took a moment to drink in your body on top of him. never would he get tired of seeing you like this. with his hands on your hips he helped you line up with his cock, groaning as you sunk down. neither of you were in a rush, taking each movement with a foreign slowness. his rested on the small of your back, eyes watching the way your pussy sucked him in with each of your movements. little moans slipping from the both of you. you never realized how easy it was to get lost in each other, the outside world fading away, even if only for a brief moment.

yet that tiny bubble burst in an instant. the sound of the door opening drew your attention away from the pleasure building inside you. takeomi walked in, beginning to say something and then abruptly cutting off. shinichiro pulled you tight to his chest, grabbing his discarded shirt and using it to cover as much of your lower half as he could. you buried your head in his shoulder, unwilling to even acknowledge his friend. "i thought you were still a virgin," takeomi said bluntly.

shinichiro's tone as he said, "get out," was enough to tell you he wasn't amused by this situation at all. when the door clicked shut, he sighed, resting his forehead against your shoulder. his fingers traced little patterns on your back. "and to think we wouldn't get interrupted today."

you lifted your head. "that doesn't mean we don't still have plenty of time today." his smile was soft when he looked at you. with that, you resumed. spending the better part of the day in each other's arms.

❁ chifuyu

it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to surprise him at work, you did so frequently, but what was out of the ordinary was you crawling under his desk. chifuyu's office was small and cramped, tucked in the back of the shop, and far enough away from the busiest parts of the shop that customers wouldn't hear what you were planning. only if he kept quiet, though.

your hands ran up his thighs, trailing higher until you were undoing his belt and zipper. face wearing the evidence of his flustered state he stuttered out a, "here?" granted, you two had never done anything in public before. it wasn't that either of you didn't necessarily want to, but rather that the opportunity never arose. you merely nodded, sultry eyes peering up at him and tugging his pants down just enough to free his half-hard cock. you gave him a few pumps with your hand before wrapping your lips around his tip. he groaned at the warmth of your mouth enveloping him.

his hands gripped the chair's armrests, watching as you licked the underside of his cock before taking him all the way in again. he moaned every time he felt his tip hit the back of your throat. he was about to cum, he could feel it right there on the edge. at that moment, of all times, the door opened, kazutora rattling off something about the merchandise that just came in. chifuyu froze. his face was flushed red, mirroring kazutora's, who backed out quickly and slammed the door shut behind him.

chifuyu buried his face in his hands. "oh god," he muttered. still painfully hard, he looked down at you, words stuck on the tip of his tongue. the look you gave him was understanding.

"all have to do is ask." and that the strained, "please," you picked up where you left off. gagging around his cock until he was cumming down your throat with a string of moans falling from his lips. he was determined to pay you back, laying you out as comfortably as possible on the cluttered desk. he had to hope that the door wouldn't open again until he was through with you.

❁ draken ft. mikey

between the sound of draken’s balls slapping against you and the continuous moans falling from your lips, there’s no way either of you would have noticed the door of draken’s room opening. far too caught up in the pleasure encasing you. with your legs thrown over his shoulders as his cock is stretching your cunt to its limits. clinging onto his forearms as you tell him it's too much and responds with the sweet encouragement in the world. sweet words--such an opposition to the force he was fucking you with.

mikey opened the door, ready to annoy draken with today's new nonsense, but froze when he beheld the display in front him. neither one of you noticed his presence, which he was lucky for. quietly, he backed out of the room, leaving the door ajar a good amount so he could watch from a distance. he felt his pants growing tighter with each second that past, watching your cunt struggle to draken's cock with each thrust. his hand found its way to his crotch, palming himself. mikey imagined it was him above you--inside you. he wanted to be the one making you cry and beg like that. he thought about how your face would look as he fucked you, wishing he could see it now. draken's dark hair fell like a curtain over your face, shielding the clear picture of your expressions from his prying eyes.

maybe this was wrong, but he really couldn't care. not as he was cumming at the mere thoughts that ran through his mind, at the sight of you splayed out like that. your eyes peered over draken's shoulder, meeting with mikey's, whose face heated with the shame of being caught. he acted dumb as draken turned when you said his name and pointed at the door. "sorry," mikey lied, "i didn't realize you were tied up."

draken had pulled the blanket to cover your body as much as possible. draken pointed a stern finger at the door. "out. now." mikey nodded, taking quick steps away. if draken ever found out about this, he'd tried to kill him. mikey would neither forget this nor forgive himself for betraying his best friend like this.

your silence was threatening as you avoided eye contact, shaking your head, slowly falling into the chair you stood in front of, now giving ran the opportunity to perfectly tower you and get you what he wants you to do. idiot. “n..no.. ‘m a virgin..” those four words made ran’s eyes light up, with stars even, as he let out a small laugh, rolling his tongue against the inside of his mouth, nodding. “oh? so you’ve never.. say, had a cock in your mouth?,” he leaned down and placed his large hand on top your thighs that came closer and closer together. “never.. felt so good that you feel like you can float.. or had anything inside that.. hole.”

the tingling feeling in between your legs only grew more and more until your hand landed on his, attempting to shift it off until a visible frown appeared on his face in the corner of your eye as his eyes darted down to the cross necklace tucked underneath your shirt, the outline being obvious, “rather religious family you got huh?” what a sudden question. it stirred your stomach as he looked to the door behind both of you, the door leading to the long empty hallway, only accompanied by chairs and your parents sitting, assuming you were helping the man fill out some sort of papers for them.

you slowly nodded, feeling fear bubble inside your gut for the few seconds his eyes were locked on the door that could fling open any minute, “.. they wouldn’t like to find you.. and their lawyer.. this close right?” again, his hand slithered on your thigh, this time it began to creep up your skirt and pull on your leggings that covered up your crotch and panties. his fingers tangled in the mesh fabric, tearing at it now with one hand, looking back at you and flashing a brief smile, “ran— no this is.. this is wrong.. please don’t say anything-“ you were desperate. desperate for your parents to never know how wet you were getting. how hard your nipples were everytime that damn wedding ring of his landed on your warm skin, they could never know. his wife could never know.

“you’re legal aren’t you?” he cut you off, again, you nodded as his fingers traced the lace that lined up around your panties, “you’re fine. this isn’t against the law. i know you want it,” his voice turned to a whisper once he leaned forward and spoke in your ear, eyes still open as he looked around the room, speaking into your ear still, “want me to take your virginity? those boys your age don’t know anything about how to satisfy.. a woman.” ran was in his thirties, you knew he had experience, you knew he knew what to do with you and how to make a girl like you feel good. you wanted it. oh you wanted it so fucking bad. but you knew technically. it was wrong, but you know anybody in your spot would’ve already taken the opportunity.

sweat formed on your palms and all over your body once ran placed his lips onto your ears, leaving gentle and slow pecks on the skin. his fingers slid under your panties, rubbing in the moisture that pooled onto the cotton on top of your twitching clit, creating a wet spot. ran’s cock was as hard as a rock, god, he loved naive girls like you that fell into his traps within minutes of manipulation. same type as his brother. it was easy. you were easy. women were easy. “virgins like you.. always get worked up so easily, y’know that, y/n?” the way your name rolled off his lips had your breath shaking and eyes fluttering shut finally, “ran.. stop pl.. please.. my parents are waiting..” your pleads of ‘no’ secretly meant more as you felt your legs spreading even more— you’d been waiting to finally get fucked, and considering your religious parents being so strict on you and hoping to raise you to take care or the church they owned as an adult, you had to stay pure until then. but fuck it. who could stay pure forever?

“I’ll tell them we ran into a technical issue yea? ‘s not like you really want me to stop, pretty. ‘ya hear how wet you are?” his breath brushed onto your skin and with his full hand under your panties, your skirt rose up and back arched once his middle finger brushed against your clit, gaining a gasp and quiet moan from your lips. satisfaction was all ran felt as soon as whimpers and moans left your lips, finally, and not pleads of ‘no’. he swore he could do this all day as his middle finger began rubbing roughly onto your clit, and you now swore this was the best it gets, sex of course. but this was just the beginning and ran knew it, but he also knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the rest.

“ahh… ngh! th..that’s it..!— hah!” he began sucking on your neck, occasionally biting as one finger slid inside you, your eyes flew open in response as you attempted to push him away as soon as his finger started moving in and out of you— just one and you were already to be done. “feels reallll tight.. you really are a virgin huh?” he was toying with you, curling his finger inside your now aching cunt that was pleading for more and more. but the pain of his large hands had you scratching at his wrists like a cat every-time his thick finger moved quicker, and as soon as his second finger was added you felt the sudden urge to piss, little did you know, you were already ready to cum just from his fingers. :(

“no more! bathroom! I need to.. need to go—!” embarrassment flooded all over your face as your hands slapped on his shoulders. his fingers didn’t stop, if anything the speed increased— increased so much to the point where you felt your eyes roll back inside your head and your legs twitched intensely— one last gasp left your lips as you covered them and arched your back, letting this ‘piss’ like liquid out which was really just cum. “came already? sensitive ‘nd so cute. but we.. we aren’t done.” the pain from being stretched out from his fingers had small tears forming in your eyes and pants leaving your lips once his fingers left your cunt and entered his mouth,

he was distracted, licking the liquid off his fingers and searching in the drawer of his desk once he lifted from his kneeling position and searched for a condom. you attempted to take this opportunity to flee and leave with your parents but you felt his eyes shift quickly towards you as soon as your chair creaked and legs moved a centimetre. “I really wanna know why.. you wanna leave so soon.” both his eyebrows raised. “don’t you wanna become a woman?” his question flew in your head— which felt completely empty. every word that flew from his mouth had you overthinking everything. every word felt like manipulation even when it wasn’t. it felt wrong, that’s what it was.

you didn’t even nod. didn’t even swallow, you just sat there, slowly leaning back into the chair you were now stuck in as ran slipped the rubber condom into the back pocket of his pants, starting to toy with his expensive belt, quickly removing it in front of your face then tossing it over onto the chair next to you, where your purse and paperwork sat, “never had a cock in your mouth huh? I’ll teach you how to satisfy a man then.” you toyed with the bottom of your skirt, feeling the warmth and moist liquid drip into the cotton seat you sat in, this was so wrong. but you couldn’t deny it had you dripping and wanting more.

for a few moments, you looked back up. you couldn’t even adjust your eyes on his cock that was already in his hand and sticking out his jeans, fuck. it was big. you’d seen cocks in porn, or your friends have showed you their boyfriends but never had you seen one this big and.. pretty. it was long, and pretty thick. his tip was a soft pink-red color, and the rest down to his balls was a little darker, nonetheless, you loved how it looked. you felt like a dog as your mouth watered and thighs pressed together at just the sight. but, how were you gonna take it?

“what.. what do I do?” finally, you spoke up. lifting one hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers at the base and locking eyes with the man that stood in front of you. he chuckled, taking your face in his hand gently and caressing your cheek again, “..dumb little girl, go ahead and lick the tip for me yea? fit as much as you can.. till I take over. no teeth.” he shook his index finger back and fourth in your face and again, you felt like a dog as you nodded, stupidly. it’s almost like your mouth flew open once his cock was a few inches from your lips— this was wrong. it was so fucking wrong. you want it. you have no choice.

once you were finally close enough, your tongue slowly lapped onto his pink slit and he hissed, feeling the moister continue to rub against his head. you scooted a little closer, attempting to lick it more and more, trying to fit his tip in your mouth- yet you failed as he moaned and chuckled hearing your gags from just his tip. it was embarrassing. embarrassing feeling like all you could do is lick his tip when there was a good.. seven more inches waiting for you to explore. and of course. ran grew impatient. “keep licking it pretty. keep your mouth open.. real wide. remember to breath.”

keep your mouth open?.. okay.. oh no

confusion was painting all over your face until finally, you connected the dots and fear was all ran could see in your eyes, licking his tip suddenly felt like the best thing in the world as he stuffed his tip back into your mouth again and quiet gags could be heard, “good girl.. good fuckin’ girl. don’t look so scared.. fuck.. you’ll be fine.” as much as you didn’t wanna believe him, you felt like you had to once he pushed his cock further into your mouth with one hand behind your head, gripping onto your hair, messing up the neat style you had it up in before you got here.

your tears drowned your eyes as they fell like a waterfall the further his cock went inside your throat. and once he started going in and out you swore you were gonna pass out as your eyes rolled back and violent gags played in ran’s ears, his head was thrown back and mumbled praises could be heard as they left his lips in satisfaction. his usual slicked back fancy hair fell loose, strands covering over his eyes and some in the middle of his forehead as he continued to fuck your mouth like a fleshlight. you would’ve never expected your first cock sucking experience to be so violent as he continued using you- you felt disgusting. disgusting because of how well he was using you and how well he was feeling. meanwhile you felt like your jaw would snap any moment now with how fast his pace was and how fucking big his cock was.

“gonna cum down your throat baby.. better not spit it out… kay?” you couldn’t even reply as his pelvis pressed against your nose and drool dripped from your chin to your skirt while your hands slapped at his thighs for him to stop, but it was like you were slapping at a brick wall. ran was way too lost in his own pleasure to even notice how loud your pathetic and disgusting gags were. “every man.. loves when a woman swallows.”

the feeling of his cock hitting your throat felt like hell, you felt as if it burned and stretched out your lips and throat but again, ran was only focused on his own pleasure as both his hands now rested on your head. your hair flung around as he moved you up and down, quicker, and rougher until— “fuck—! oh my.. god.. fuck-“ finally, thick layers and gushes of cum spilled down your throat as ran slowly pulled his cock from your mouth, finally. the strings of saliva mixed with cum felt fucking disgusting on your tongue and face. your throat on the other hand felt raw and wide and full of his cum. the urge to cough and spit out every drip of the warm saliva and cum felt strong but so out the window as ran’s hand quickly held your jaw together and the other covered your lips while you gagged and coughed, attempting to catch your breath.

“swallow.. like a good girl. swallow baby.. nd the boys at that fuckin college are gonna love you.” ran was panting, still getting over his orgasm and the tightness of your throat as you sobbed and tried your hardest to swallow every bit of the disgusting cocktail of liquids, all you needed was your holes to be fucked like this and you felt as if you’d die of disgust.

“th-there! all.. all swallowed!” you opened your mouth, looking up at the man in front of you to show him your achievement of swallowing every ounce of the disgusting mixture— he was proud. proud that you’d do what he told you under such.. circumstances. “that’s a good girl.” His cock stood in front of your face as he gently pat your head, looking over at your skirt that was still lifted slightly, “wanna be an even better girl and bend over my desk for me?”

you were absolutely terrified. terrified of something that big coming anywhere near your untouched hole. the thought of it entering you and being thrusted inside you had even more tears forming inside your pretty, innocent eyes. “it’s.. it’s gonna hurt— no..not yet.” ran frowned again. grabbing ahold of your arm and gently lifting you up by your arm as you stood up in front of him and shivered, “it’ll be fine.. it hurts.. for everyone at first.” while he spoke, he dragged your arm and lifted you onto his his leveled, large desk. “it hurts less for some.. nd hurts more for some.. but I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

he tucked your spare stands of hair behind your ear, again, tracing over your damp cheeks before leaning towards your lips and positioning himself in between your legs, letting them spread as your cunt pressed against his pelvis and you let yourself lean forward, closer to the kiss. this had been the first time you kissed anybody in a while but fuck. ran made it feel like the first time as butterflies formed in your stomach and that tingling feeling spread all over your whole body. the slow, and intimate kiss was way too powerful over your mind for you to even notice ran’s fingers hooking under your skirt, around the band of your panties as he began to pull them off and down your thighs, almost perfectly lining up his cock with your hole without you even noticing as you fell deeper and deeper into the kiss.

your arms wrapped around his neck while letting his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. every crevice was left untouched and your tongue was constantly being sucked on— you felt as if you’d cum again just from the way his lips felt on yours. the moment was perfect, until. ran made sure your legs were spread perfect enough for him to line up his already hardened cock with your small enternece, without warning, you felt the piercing and unbearable pain spread all over your lower half. “ran—! n-no! hurts! hurts so bad no wa—it!”

your protests and cries were loud as ran shoved himself in you, quickly, along with shoving his spare tie that sat in his desk inside your moth, muffling your speech and deadly cries. “stop! hurts so bad! please! slow.. do—wn! ran!” your grip around his neck as you buried your head in his shoulder was deadly, the tie still sitting in your mouth, on the verge of slipping out from your screaming. he hissed in between his teeth, the tightness was driving him crazy as your moist hole sucked him in like it was a vacuum. “the.. faster the better.. trust me.. fuck.” at this point you were sobbing and moaning into his tie. makeup running and foundation rubbing off onto his white button up collar. the deeper he went inside you the more the piercing pain felt like it was splitting you in two, like a blade on paper.

his cock was only getting deeper, and deeper inside you. practically fucking you dumb as all your whines and moans were being let out and screamed into ran’s ears. you were sensitive. so fucking sensitive as that feeling of needing to use the restroom came back and filled your whole body— your mouth flew open, one final scream escaping your lips till you began releasing even more cum and liquids onto his cock, feeling your legs wobble again yet tighten around his waist— meanwhile ran felt like he was going crazy as he gripped onto the edge of his wooden desk, “fuck— came all over my.. my cock? gonna cum.. all in this tight.. tight fuckin hole.” your body practically went limp, ran’s cock still being sucked in by your cunt as he let himself thrust inside you a few last times until finally—

there it is.

the warm, milk like substance released, again, inside your cunt as ran gasped, “holy shit…!..” he spoke again, almost into your ear as your panting felt shaky and the grip around his neck tightened again, “did so.. so fuckin good baby..” he pulled his cock from your hole, watching his semen drip from your hole then down to your folds and floor while you whined and twitched. “those boys’ll love you for sure.”

“too bad you’re mine now.” he could melt the image of his cum mixed with the blood from your cunt, inside his mind forever. you really were his now. and there’s nothing you could do about it.

"Guess who won Mister University?"

You look up from your notes at the man in front of you, his braids dangling underneath the king's crown on his head. Ran's standing in his day clothes, with his stupid, lopsided grin to top it all off.

"Gross."

You close your laptop and slide it into your backpack, standing quickly. It wasn't like you weren't there, you think, remembering the way he'd won and then let Izana have the mic to begin his drunken 'thank you' speech.

You'd seen it all.

And it still hasn't swayed your opinion of him one bit.

"Wait," the elder Haitani blurts out, earning him a shush in the library. He walks down the stairs behind you, long legs moving quickly as you descend back down onto the main floor of the building. "Hey, you can't just ignore the opinions of thirty-two percent of the school population!"

"I can," you toss over your shoulder, rolling your eyes. "And I will." Ran catches up to you and then surpasses you, stopping your march back to the dorms.

"Yo, that's not funny. Cut the shit, y/n."

"Feelings hurt?" you wonder, lacing a hand around your backpack strap. Ran's got you cornered, and he knows it. But you won't give him the upper hand - or the satisfaction of knowing you're nervous.

"Come to the Iota Kappa party and celebrate tonight," he muses, tugging on the adjustable part of the straps and pulling you closer. "I'll make it worth your while..."

"What, come to a 'dinner' followed by a 'social' that's just a poorly-disguised orgy? No, thanks." You sidestep Ran and continue down the path, noting how dark it's getting.

"You're playing coy," you hear behind you, the voice getting stronger. "I know it." Your feet stop in their tracks. "Just admit it, y/n. It'll end up the way you want it to in the end either way." You pause, then turn around to face Ran slowly.

"You know what my mom told me about pretty men?" you wonder. "She told me to watch out for them. They're the ones with the diseases. Goodbye, Ran." You march on to your dorm, almost fully out of earshot when you hear Ran yell back,

"So, you think I'm pretty, huh?"

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"You play coy too much."

The hot whisper against your ear is sinful, but you stare at the reflection of the man cupping your waist in defiance.

"All tipsy and wanting to be touched... just admit it."

"Shut the fuck up, Ran," you snap softly, shivering at the feeling of his cold fingers creeping up your dress while he coos at you. "I didn't come here to be chastised."

"No, you came here to be fucked. Why else would show up looking so damn sexy?"

"I was invited by--"

"Me," Ran asserts, cupping your lace-covered cunt. "I got you in the door. I had them serve you dinner second. I made sure your cup never went empty." You whimper as his fingers drag across your sex, faintly brushing your aching clit. "Yeah, that's it. Say 'thank you, Ran'."

"For what?" you quip, but a swipe against your slit silences you.

"Say 'thank you' because I did all of this to get you right here, in my lap." You seal your lips as you brace yourself against the standing mirror. Why does a wine cellar have a standing mirror? you wonder, but the thought is brushed aside with the insertion of Ran's middle finger into your waiting cunt. "Say 'thank you, Ran'."

You continue to keep quiet, but Ran's finger slides in and out of you slowly as he licks at your earlobe, his cheeks flushed pink.

"Say thank you or I'll make sure everyone hears you taking my dick tonight." You bite your lip. It'll be all anyone ever hears about if you don't just set aside your pride and thank him for such meaningless, arbitrary gestures. Where did he get off?

"Thank you," you grit out as he adds another finger, fitting it neatly inside of you as you gasp little pants of pleasure.

"Say it like I told you to."

"Thank you... Ran."

"That wasn't so hard, was it, baby?" Ran slides his fingers out of you and unzips his dress pants, pushing them down around his hips and then to his ankles as he fishes his cock out of his boxers. "I'm going to break you one of these days. You're gonna stop fighting me on the obvious fact that you want me to fuck you silly."

"It's not obvious," you counter, spreading your legs without acknowledgment as he pushes your dress up around your waist. "It's never been obvious."

"My dick has never been harder than when you reject me out of some sense of false modesty." You choke out a cry as Ran thrusts into you roughly, holding you still with his right hand as he looks down at your cunt. "It's so obvious..."

"Ran, take it easy--"

"Not tonight, babe. You're like a wild horse, running around like you don't... fuck--" Ran thrusts forward a few more times, and you hold back a strangled sob, feeling your cunt stretch around his thickness. "Like you don't belong to me."

There's only silence in the wine cellar as the party upstairs continues on without its star and his plaything. You can't seem to catch your breath in the small room, nor can your legs hold you up for long as he fucks you mercilessly.

When you find you can stand no longer, Ran grips you by the waist, pulling you back to rest on the marble flooring before he fucks into you from above. His dress shoes squeak on the floor while he pumps back and forth, both arms pinning you down to the ground on either side. Your legs begin to shake again, but not out of exhaustion.

"Ran, Ran... please..."

"Say you're mine and I'll let you cum; no more playing these games with me, y/n." You press both hands against his chest, touching the silk tie with reverence but needing your release more than you needed to admit he was right.

"Ran, I--"

"Say it," he croons, braids tickling your face as he fucks you faster. "Say it and you can cum."

"I'm going to cum any--"

"Like hell you are," Ran snaps, pulling out of you and hovering above your body, his cock twitching angrily. "Fucking say it."

"I'm yours..." you whisper weakly, fingers trembling against his chest.

"Say it right."

"I'm yours, Ran."

"Good girl." He slips back into you without a word, chasing the final strings of your high with his fingers and cock. "Good girl..."

"Oh, fuck!" You spasm around his length, now gripping his suit jacket tightly in both hands, not aware that you were crumpling the fabric as you lost yourself in the orgasm.

"Give it to me," Ran whispers huskily in your ear, still pumping into you, but his fingers quiver against your clit. "Coat me in your cum, sweetheart." You can't help his charm. You can't help his good looks. You can't help the way your insides quiver when he looks at you.

You can't help that you're cumming all over his fat cock while he drills into you, moaning in your ears about his own pending orgasm.

"You're gonna take that cum," he hisses, huffing loudly. "Take all of it, understand me? This pussy is mine; everyone's gonna know this cunt belongs to Ran Haita--"

Ran groans, his cock spasming as he deposits his cum inside of you, ruining you for anyone else. You can hear and feel him shuddering, his body giving in to his ultimate show of pleasure. When the moment is over, Ran pulls out, tucking himself back into his underwear and rolling your thong off your legs.

"I'll take this for safekeeping," he chuckles mischievously, swiping at your cream-filled cunt with the article of clothing before balling it up and putting it in his pocket. "If you want to get your last night of free play out, go ahead. Because when the sun rises tomorrow," Ran pauses, tucking his shirt into his pants. "You're exclusively mine."

"On who's authority?" you quip, still feisty enough to come up with a jab while you're on your back.

Aika took his hand, tugging him to the door. “There is one thing that we never got to do while you were here.” The door creaked as she pushed it open. The library shut down and moved to a newer section of the center. This was only a shell of what used to be. “This was the place I thought about you the most.”

“I came here solely to find whatever little note you left me.” Ran spun the woman around to face him, pulling her close and leaning down to taste her red stained lips. He was fond of how she used a flavored balm, always a surprise as to what would greet his tongue.

Mint.

His favorite. Unlike the sugary sweet peach or caramel, this one tingled. Almost as if the lip balm was inviting the Bonten executive to give her a thrill. To which, Ran always responded fiercely.

But he was sorely disappointed when Aika pulled away, too caught up in the past to reciprocate his very clear advantage. She could be scatterbrained. Distracted quite easily. Violet irises lingered on the curve of her ass as she rose up on her tiptoes to a higher shelf. The satin material of her crimson dress hugged against her body.

“Look, it’s still here.” The dictionary had a thick layer of dust on it. Aika brought it down one shelf, making it easier to examine. Her fingers rippled the pages, memories of their time leaving each other notes flooding back to her.

Ran, however, was very much focused on the present. “Aika, baby,” He licked the shell of her ear, pressing her against the metal shelf. “I want to fulfill the fantasy that I thought about every time I came in here.”

The bulge in his pants rubbed against her ass. Aika tilted her head as his lips trailed kisses down her neck. “Oh, is that why you spent so much time here?” She reached one hand down to crumble the material of her dress into her fist and tug it up.

“I’ll admit that I did some very dirty things right here, thinking about having you-” Ran unbuckled his pants, removing his hard cock. Spitting on his hand for a little lubricant, he pushed between her thighs, rubbing against her pussy. “Especially after you left me that porn worthy picture of your pretty tits. Fuck, baby, I jerked off to that every night.”

Her cheeks heated. It’d been so long that Aika had forgotten that she’d been so bold as to take the photo and print it in this very facility on the company printer. She rubbed her fingers against her clit, unsatisfied by the languid, teasing motion. “Ran-”

“Ah, ah. You wanted to walk down memory lane.” He snatched her wrists, pulling both arms behind her back. Truthfully, he wanted to fuck her mindless right this second, but he held back. Her pretty little whines were so cute. “I still have it.”

“What?” Her head turned, cheeks dusted pink and golden irises wide with surprise. “That was like, fifteen years ago?” He’d taken plenty of photos and videos of her since then.

Lifting her leg to rest her knee against the shelf, Ran rubbed the tip of his cock against her pussy, teasing the entrance. “It’s in my wallet. I keep it as a good luck charm,” he said, as if it were a completely sane thing to say. But the older Haitani wasn’t a normal man by any means. He enjoyed the darker things in life, violence and power.

But his love could be sugary sweet. The ones important to him were fiercely protected, cherished. He made an effort to show his affection as often as he could. A side of him that no one but his family would ever experience. An utter softy when it came to his wife, despite the language used when intimate.

“You mean in the same wallet that you keep a picture of your daughter?” As if she didn’t have some risky photos on her phone, where she also had an album dedicated to their daughter. Pushing herself back, the tip of his dick pushed into her entrance. The way he stretched her made her eyes roll back.

Ran chuckled, smacking her bare ass, leaving a red spot. “They are in different places. Ruri is on display, and your tits are in the secret slot.”

Her teeth sunk down into her lip, desperate to feel all of him inside her. “Let’s make another one.” Aika wriggled in his hold, golden orbs searching to find those deep violet pools that reflected the same desire as her.

“A photo?”

“A baby.”

Oh, fuck. He growled at her words, fingers digging into her hips. Bruises were normal when both wanted it rough. It was a mark of their intense love. Ran inhaled sharply, sinking into her throbbing pussy with as much gentleness as he could muster. Her walls welcoming his large cock inside. It would be the only slow stroke he’d give her tonight. “You want me to put a baby in you, huh?” He whispered the words against her ear, sending a shiver down her body.

Her head bobbed in response. “Yes, ah-” Aika wanted nothing more than to lose herself in his arms. He stretched her to the brink, almost too much, but it felt so damn good. “I want it, need it.” The very thought of having another child with him made her pussy throb.

He was never a disappointment.

The metal shelf creaked in time with his thrusts, threatening to break under the pressure. Aika wriggled her wrists in his hand, knee buckling beneath her. She had little to worry about. It was incredibly sexy when he held her up, arm around her stomach and holding her weight while absolutely destroying her cunt.

“I know you only have one setting, baby, but you’ll alert the guards,” Ran teased. He’d never known her to be quiet during sex, unless he’d stuffed a gag between her lips. He also knew that it wasn’t conscious. Aika had no realization of how loud her moans and curses were.

“Fuck them. I own this place- fuck. You feel so good, don’t stop-” Aika quivered in his arms, orgasm tingling over her body with his relentless pace. Her father was in charge, and he’d do anything she said. She’d been a bit manipulative since she first met Ran in the back of the fenced in field behind the building.

Ran laughed at her annoyed features. Perhaps he’d influenced her to be a little entitled, but it turned him on. Her confidence that she was above consequences. With enough money and influence, of course. That was part of being an elite in the underworld of Tokyo.

“Let me fill you up, Aika. Take all of it.” He said, using both hands to pull her hips back, cock kissing the deepest part of her cunt and spilling his warm seed inside her. They were usually so careful as not to cum inside without a condom. It stirred a primal part of him to fuck her raw and not have to pull out.

He couldn’t quit now.

The empty round table the perfect place to change position. Ran laid her back onto it, lifting her legs apart to see his cum leaking from her hole. “Can’t lose any, can we?” He used his cock to push it back into her, fascinated by the action. It went straight to his dick, making him hard once again.

Aika shivered against the cool metal. “Yeah, fuck it back into me- please-” Her fingers entangled into her rose locks, reveling in the feeling of him inside her again. Her pussy sensitive to every thrust.

“You’ll have to take a lot more if you want to have my baby. I want to hear you beg for it every night from now on.” Ran slid his hands over the satin dress up to her breasts.

But her hands covered his, stopping him from ripping it open. Ran met her gaze, amused by her denial of one of his favorite things to do. “Don’t fight me, baby.” He wanted to see her tits bouncing while he bred her thoroughly.

“You can’t rip this dress. We have a dinner reservation. It’s Valentine’s Day.”

He raised an eyebrow, thrusting in her hard once. “You still want to go after this? I’m not sure you want to be leaking cum down your thighs since you don’t have any panties.” The only thing on his mind was using her wet cunt to make her moan his name.

“You promised.”

“Yes, I did.”

Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout, golden eyes softening to plead with him. The reservation he’d made was to her favorite restaurant and he’d been busy with work lately. Rindou had taken Ruri for the entire night. “Please? I was so excited about it.”

Shit. He can’t say no to that face. “Yes, yes. Alright. You win.” He leaned down to kiss her. The gesture a promise. “But I want this dress around your waist.” He assisted in slipping the straps off her shoulders and unzipping the back just enough to crumple it down.

“You really like these, don’t you?” Aika pushed her breasts together, wiggling her hips.

Ran pressed a kiss to her ankle, pushing her legs back to fuck deeper into her cunt. “They’re perfect. Prettiest tit’s I’ve ever seen.” Without a single word, she lifted her hands over her head, as if giving him permission to do anything to her smoking hot body. “Guess I have to take you out after you’ve done so fucking good for me.”

He could go completely mad with how much pleasure she gave him. Gripping one breast with his hand, massaging the soft skin against his palm, Ran pulled out his phone.

Aika reached her hands up to slip her hands under his untucked shirt, the pads of her fingers rubbing against his abs. She wanted to ask him what the fuck he was doing but nothing except strangled gasps came from her parted lips.

His call hardly affected his ability to fuck her. He rubbed his fingers roughly against her swollen clit. “Are you gonna cum for me while I’m on the phone? Let the staff know exactly why we’re going to be late?”

Her back arched on the table, legs quivering. She’d no idea if anyone was actually on the line yet but did she really care? His cock didn’t mind the spasming of her gummy walls. Overstimulating her only made him harder, and the older Haitani was chasing his own high again.

“Yes, I need to move a reservation under Haitani back an hour... and a half. I expect our usual table.” Ran pulled out, smacking her pussy to make her squeal. Both their juices mixed and leaked out of her. “We’ve been held up.”

In one hard thrust, he sunk into her all the way again. He never tired of this pussy. Ran liked to think that she’d become the perfect cock sleeve. All for him.

“We appreciate your flexibility.” It thrilled him to think that the server on the other end of the line could hear the absolutely filthy sounds coming from her mouth and her cunt. The wet sound of bare skin smacking and the squelching of her drenching pussy taking his cock over and over.

Ran ended the call, tossing the phone onto the table. “Now, we’ve a little time to finish the first dessert.” He’d have to make sure to fill up her little cunt a lot to give her another baby. It would be improper of him as a husband to not give her everything that she wants.

Draken tried to use Takemichi’s idiocy to his advantage, waving away the conversation with a hand.

“No one—“

“Yours, obviously Takemichi.” Mitsuya blurted, much to Draken’s distaste, who dropped his forehead against the table with a groan.

“What?!”

Draken believed it wasn’t his fault, truly it couldn’t be. After the fallout with Emma, he swore to himself that the girls he went for would strictly be disconnected from his found family. Things were going well for him, so many beautiful girls passed by his shop, he even went on a date with a handful of them.

But he seemed to forget all of them when you walked into his shop.

There you were, bright-eyed, little miniskirt, lips pulled into the cutest pout he had ever seen. He was taken back when you finally met his gaze, pretty eyes widening a bit as you gasped.

“Ah! Found the right place! You’re Draken-Kun, right?”

The honorific had his heart racing, making him internally swear at himself from getting so excited just from something so simple.

“Uh yeah, that’s me.”

“Nii-chan said he’d be here, was supposed to meet him at ‘Draken-Kun’s shop’ buuuut—“ there was that cute pout again. “I don’t see him!”

He swallowed down a lump that seemed to block all his words. Why was his throat so dry? Why were you blinking up at him so perfectly?

“Uh— yeah, this is my shop but, who’s— who’s your brother?”

“Oh! Michi! Takemichi!” Your smile got even brighter when you said his name. Blinding almost.

Draken really hated the fact that it made his cock twitch.

“Fuck.” He murmured, bringing a hand up to rub the furrow from his brows. You tilted your head in confusion, reaching out and giving one of his biceps a squeeze.

“What was that, Draken-Kun?”

You sounded so concerned, so sorry for someone you didn’t even know. Draken quickly shook you off, before the simple touch of your soft palm made his cock harder than it already was. “No, nothing, it’s nothing. He’s— he’s upstairs.”

“Thank you~!” Sweet as sugar, you basically skipped towards the staircase, a hum in your voice when you called out to Takemichi.

And Draken watched until you disappeared. He watched the sway of your hips, watched your cute little heels clack up the stairs, and he certainly watched the way the swell of your ass became visible when you reached a certain step, along with an outline of lacy panties that were meant to stay hidden.

Fuuuuuuck—

Draken left the boys earlier than usual, hands buried deep in his pockets and a scowl on his face. Takemichi’s angry face was stuck in his head, along with his bitching that only made the boys tease him harder.

“You better not fuck my sister Draken! She’s too sweet for you bro!”

“Whatever—“ Draken mumbled to himself, his breath leaving him in a puff of air due to the cold that surrounded him. He was heading back to his apartment, wanting to slip into bed and hope that the boys would get so hammered tonight they’d forget everything discussed.

When his phone started to buzz he groaned again, ready to tell Mikey no he wasn’t coming back and to fuck off. What he wasn’t expecting to see was your contact name on his screen.

He really should have just let it go to voicemail, in fact, he should delete your number period. But, he picked it up on the very last ring, bringing the phone to his ear with hesitation.

“Hello?”

“D-Draken!!” You were whining— voice a bit slurred and muffled. Was there music in the background? Draken couldn’t really tell. He held his fingers to his other ear in an attempt to hear you better as you started to ramble.

“Can’t— I can’t hear you,” Draken said, trying his best to keep the annoyance from his tone as.. wait, were you crying?

“I-I’m at a stupid party dra! A-and Michi won’t answer his phone b-but I wanna go home! T-There’s this boy here a-and he won’t leave me alone and I-I’m too drunk—“

Draken tensed up at the mention of some boy.

“Slow down…” He sounded calmer now, his apartment coming into view. “Send me your address, I’ll come to get you.”

“P-Please Draken, don’t wanna be here anymore, wanna go.”

It was the way you whined so desperately, so pretty. Draken knew this was bad, knew you didn’t even try to call him first.

But you still called him. Still trusted him enough.

“I’ll get you, sweetheart.” He was swearing at himself for the pet name that left his mouth without permission, but when you made the cutest little hum on the other end of the phone he quickly forgot his worries. “Send me the address right now while you’re on the phone. Do ya know how?”

He was already in the parking garage as your location pinged on his phone. He easily spotted his bike, hopping on as you continued to blubber into the phone.

“C-come now, promise you’ll come now dra—“

“I’m coming, promise. Stay where you are.”

He hung up and sped out of the garage before his right mind could catch up.

The address was some grungy trap house. The smell of cheap liquor and sex seemed to waft from the door as piles of drunk university kids spilled free. He waited until he saw you, finally, heels in hand and bare feet stepping into the damp grass to get to him.

He bit the inside of his cheek. You looked drunk, mascara already ran down your cheeks and little sniffles left you as you approached the bike. He tried to keep his eyes off the low cut of your tank top, but it was hard when you flung yourself at him, clinging to his waist with that pretty whine he loved hearing so much.

“D-Draaaaa~!” You carried the ‘A’, pressing your damp cheeks into the leather of his jacket, along with pressing your chest into his side. He brought his hand to your back, eyes rolling as he went to pat it.

Only to feel that you weren’t wearing a bra.

Keep it together, Ken.

“Get on, c'mon you’re gonna catch a cold.” He was quick to throw his jacket over you, slipping you in front of him cause honestly, he didn’t trust you to hold on tight enough to him in your drunk state.

So he had you sitting in front of him. He instructed you to put your hands on the handle bras, sensing your hesitation as you continued to sniffle and whimper. He pressed his chest into your back, lips close to your ear.

“It’s alright, I won’t let anything happen to you. Put 'em down.” He felt the way you shivered, and he hated the way it made him smirk. When you finally planted your hands down he placed his much larger hands over yours. They completely engulfed your palms, and he hoped that the little whine you let out now was because of that.

He reeved off quickly, trying to slow himself down but unable to control himself as he sped off towards his place with you in tow.

He ended up carrying you up the stairs to his apartment. He had originally tried to work your heels back on, but you were very much against that, sending him your best pout along with a little “nuh-uh! Don’t wanna!” And since he didn’t want you stepping on anything nasty he settled for picking you up instead.

You were on his back, arms slung over his shoulder as you babbled nonsense in his ear. Something about how you drank too much tequila and ‘but how can you say no to free shots?’ Draken just shook his head, gripping one of your thighs a bit tighter as he worked his apartment door open.

“Easy.” He spoke as he placed you on the ground. You giggled when your legs wobbled, quick to grip onto Draken’s arm yet again as you finally let your heels tumble to the ground.

“Takemichi would kill you if he knew you were this drunk,” Draken stated, trying to keep the amusement from his voice as you used the wall to help yourself towards the couch. You looked back at Draken and stuck your lip out in a pout, before sticking your tongue out.

“Michi isn’t my daddy, I do what I want~!”

Draken almost choked on his spit. Did you really have to talk like that— say that in the cutest little voice? He was grateful when you started your trek to the couch again, so he could fix the bulge that started to form in his joggers.

“Oh, yea? Well, you shouldn’t, you can barely stand. And who was this guy feeding you shots?” Just the thought of some loser college boy trying to get you drunk, preying on you, made his brows twitch, knuckles tensing as he made his way to meet you on the couch.

“Ugh, just some loser. Claims he’s in a gang dra, just like you and Michi used to— but he’s no bad boy, no no he’s a creep~!”

“Yea?” Draken just chuckled coldly, fetching you a water bottle from the fridge. “Must be a real classy group of delinquents if they’re—“

His voice got caught again when he finally saw you on his couch.

You had worked his jacket off you, sprawled yourself out on the cushions without a care in the world. The little tube skirt you were wearing was hiked up dangerously high, leaving little to the imagination as you turned your face away from the cushions, looking up at Draken.

And you had the audacity to giggle, “You’re couch s’comfy dra~”

one of your legs threatened to topple right off the couch, but if that happened, well it would certainly make the wimpy material hike all the way up.

Draken caught your knee before it had the chance, only making you giggle more. His heart was pounding against his rib cage, blood pumping dangerously fast to his crotch as he shot you a disappointed look.

“Be careful.” He gritted out through clenched teeth, and when you looked at him, eyes wide and glossy…

Draken had to have more willpower than this, didn’t he?

“D-Don’t be mean t’me” You were whining again, rolling over and pressing your face into the couch. Your leg slipped from his touch, and he thought maybe he’d be in the clear now.

But when you curled up, the skirt he put too much faith in hiked up, letting the swell of your ass free. Draken wanted to turn away, or at least throw a pillow at you, but he couldn’t seem to rip his eyes away from your pretty, soft skin.

You were still mumbling, something about him bossing you around. But Draken finally shook himself from the dangerous trance he was in, clicking his tongue and grabbing at your shoulder.

“Up, cmon, you’re going to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna.” You spoke, voice nothing bratty as you tried to slip from his grasp. Draken wasn’t having any of it, not when he was only seconds from snapping.

“Too bad. Get up. You need water and sleep.”

“Nooo~!” You looked back at him, perfect lips pouting and this cute sense of defiance in your gaze that still swam with unclarity.

Draken wasn’t sure what it was that finally made him snap. Maybe it was the way you looked at him, maybe it was the brattiness that he knew he could work outta you, maybe it was how your ass now pressed into his thighs.

But whatever it was, it didn't matter. He was pressing his lips to yours, swallowing the little shocked gasp you pushed against his lips. He only pulled away when his lips began to pulse, a shaking breath puffing out against your trembling lower lip.

He kept his eyes glued to yours as his thumb swiped at the drool that lingered on your lip, another click leaving his tongue.

“Messy…” he murmured, more to himself than to you as you batted your lashes up at him, leaned into his touch as if on instinct.

Draken shoulda stopped. This would be the perfect time to back off, let you sleep off the alcohol on his couch and call Takemichi in the morning. Hell, you’re so drunk you probably wouldn’t even remember this little kiss.

But then you spoke.

“D-Dra.. y-your lips are reaaaal soft.”

“Fuck.” He swore for real this time, ignoring any sense as he pressed his lips to yours once again. It was so cute how hesitant you were, fingers trembling softly as they ran through his black ponytail. He had no problem slipping his hands beneath you, easing you up and into his lap.

“Fuck.” He mumbled it into your open mouth this time, feeling your warm little cunt pressing into his crotch. The panties you wore did little to conceal your sex, and it didn’t help that you were squirming in his lap, hips twitching into him and nails digging along his shoulders.

He had to pull back again, his palms planted firmly on your hips to keep you still. “Can’t— fuck. You can’t squirm like that baby.” He hated how desperate he already sounded, voice going down an octave and raspier than usual.

You bit the tip of your nail, face heating up along with the rest of your body as you slowly raised your gaze to meet Draken’s. “C-Can’t help it, I’ve never—“

Draken brows shot up, panic flooding his system. He did not want to hear you say you’d never kiss a guy before.

“Never sat in someone’s lap like this…” The relief washed over him, making his shoulders slump again. There was this swelling feeling in his chest, one that he didn’t exactly love, but he couldn’t stop it from coming.

It was the same feeling he got when he took Emma’s virginity.

“Oh, yea…? What else haven’t you done?” He was curious now, big hands rubbing reassuring circles into your hips. The skirt you were wearing before was useless now, bunched up at your hips and showing off the cute panties you wore. He tried not to stare as you tried to stutter out your words.

But Draken knew now, he was much weaker than he originally thought.

“I-I’ve kissed a guy! Obviously!! B-But…” There you were, pouting again. But the more Draken massaged at your hips, the more your whines started to sound like meek little mewls. “I-I just— I haven’t really done anything other than like.. touching I guess..”

He really hoped that you didn’t feel his cock twitching right under you.

Draken hummed in acknowledgement, bringing his face close to yours as soon as you looked down into your lap. “Just touching, yea? Have you ever held a dick before, sweetheart?”

“N-no!” He shouldn’t be teasing you like this, but he couldn’t help himself. His question just made you squirm again, and he enjoyed the friction just a little longer than he should have before he was gripping your hips again, giving you a more stern glance.

“I said, no squirming…” The corner of his lip twitched as you whimpered at him, eyes getting glassy all over again.

“M’sorry…” you spoke back through pouting lips, still having trouble meeting his gaze as your fiddled with the collar of his shirt.

Draken knew what he was doing was wrong, could hear the voices of his buddies taunting and teasing, claiming just how right they were about him. But being this close to you, seeing just how badly you wanted to hump against him, even if you were drunk.

How the hell was he supposed to let this opportunity go?

“Well… I don’t wanna spook you, angel. If ya haven’t done anything, I’ll just put you to bed, alright—“

“N-no!” Hook, line, and sinker.

“No?” Draken mused, his hands finally pulling you just a bit closer, his fingertips teasing over the flesh of your ass. You shook your head, clinging onto him a bit tighter.

“N-No I— I want…” your words trailed off, your own nerves getting the better of you.

Cute. It was so cute how words could get you flustered when you were already sitting in his lap, skirt pulled up and nothing but a little pair of panties keeping you away from him.

“Cmon. Use your words baby, what do you want.” He spoke to you with that same level of authority, watching the way your eyes slowly made their back up to his own.

“I-I want you to.. to teach me.”

He was smirking now, smug as ever. But it didn’t matter.

He had you right where he wanted you.

His lips were back on yours before you could continue to stutter, but this time he was lifting you up. He gripped your ass, urging your legs to cling to his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom.

Draken placed you onto the mattress with ease, working himself between your thighs that already opened up to welcome him. He was pleased to see that when he pulled away from the kiss this time you were panting, lips a little swollen and chest heaving as you looked up at him.

Already so curious, so desperate for whatever he was willing to offer you.

“I’ll teach you, baby.” Draken was speaking into your skin, planting kisses along your cheeks, down the column of your neck. He felt your pulses with his lips, the steady beat only picking up in pace when he looked up at you through hooded eyes. “But, you have to listen, you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

He already knew your answer, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Y-Yes, I’ll be a good girl Dra…” you managed to whimper, voice slipping into a whine when his lips pushed over the flimsy strap of your tank top, dragging it down over your shoulder.

“Ken.” He laughed when you gave him this confused look. So naive, so very dumb.

But so very willing.

“Want you to call me Ken, can ya do that baby?”

When you realized what he was asking you let out a little “oh” and a nod, which pleased him to no end. His hand dragged your other strap down, leaving just a few inches left of coverage over your chest. It was the perfect place for him to pause, look you over just once more.

“Ask one more time for me baby, nice and pretty now.” This was his way of getting you to beg, and boy did you play into his hand so easily.

“P-Please Ken, please teach me, please—“

His will had broken long ago, the sweet sounds of your pleas, the tears that made your lashes clump. All of it had broken him down long before. His lips were back on your chest, one rough hand finally freeing your breasts from the confines of the little tank top you wore. He groaned as he squeezed each mound in his palms, the gasp you let put making his head feel light.

“Such pretty tits….” He murmured, his eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of your pretty nipples, which quickly peddled up as he smoothed his thumb over the bud. He poked his tongue out, curiosity getting the best of him as he swiped the wet muscle over your left nipple.

“O-Oh!--” Cute. He wanted to hear that little squeak on repeat, wrapping his lips around your nipple while he continued to massage the other. Your fingers quickly clung to his black hair, running through the soft locks before pulling him flush to your skin.

“F-Feels good Ken! Mhm! So good– I– want!!” Your words tumbled off your tongue mindlessly, mewls and whimpers getting pushed out as Draken released you with a pop. He licked his lips at your swollen bud, admiring the little indents his teeth had made before your tug on his hair snapped him back to reality.

“Watch it.” He warned, squeezing your breast hard enough to make you whimper. “Lemme take my time with you, Angel.”

“B-But–” You didn’t even know what you were pleading for, brain foggy as Drken moved on from your tits, large hands travelling to the hem of your skirt. The skirt was pulled from your legs with a few simple tugs, leaving you in nothing but a pair of dainty panties.

A pair that had a wet patch just waiting to be removed.

“You’re so cute…” Draken breathed out, his hands smoothing over your tummy, big enough to almost engulf your waist. Each touch of his fingertips on your skin left a tingling sensation, skin ablaze as you whimpered at him again, hips bucking off the mattress as he cupped your cunt.

“Please Ken…” You were gripping the sheets as he fiddled with the hem of your panties. Hooking his index finger under the material only to let it snap back against your sensitive skin. You could have cried from that, reaching for him.

Only for him to easily scoop up both wrists in one hand, pinning them back above your head. Although his eyes were nothing but stern, his lips were holding back a smirk, showing just how amused he was with how needy you became so quickly.

Although you didn’t notice, how could you when your only thought was him, his hands, his everything?

“Keep your hands up here, understood?” When he got a little whine and a nod he hummed in approval, pressing a feather-light kiss to your nipple. “Gunna teach ya how to feel good, but you can’t get in my way–”

“M’sorry, sorry Ken, won’t, please–” He let you babble on, easing your thighs open a little further. Once your fingers curled into the sheets above your head again he let go of your wrists, all focus drawn back to the little wet spot.

He was shameless as he pressed his nose into it, your scent instantly making him groan, pulling you closer to his face by the hips. He went as far as to nuzzle your covered pussy, pressing a kiss to where your clit was hiding under the fabric. You were trembling under his actions, each one making you whimper and whine for more.

“Smells sweet as candy, bet ya taste like it too, don’t ya?” There was a slur in his voice as his teeth took hold of the flimsy fabric, and rather than dragging it down your thigh, he tore it off with one good tug.

You could have come right there, seeing the ruined pieces of your underwear dangling from his lips, the feral look in his eyes as he was finally met with the sight of your swollen pussy, covered in your own slick and making it glisten in the dim lighting.

He used two fingers to spread your lower lips apart, pupils only blowing out larger at the sight of your desperate little hole clenching at the air.

Beckoning him.

“First, you’re gonna come on my lips.” His voice was raspy, but it was enough to catch your attention, make you look at him with glossy eyes and a nod. “Gunna use my fingers too since I gotta work this pretty pussy open.”

“Kay ken, mhm… wanna feel you.” You muttered, the term pretty pussy making you flutter around nothing yet again. He just knew praise would make your brain turn off.

He licked one long stripe up your pussy, gathering the slick there. The action already had both of your groaning, a form hand on your hip keeping you pressed into the mattress as he let his tongue toy and flick at your pulsing clit.

“Oh! Yes–!” Every flick, every suck, every slurp of his tongue had you gasping, eyes squeezing out the pleasurable tears. It was like nothing you’d ever felt but you just needed more, needed to relieve that knot that was already so tight in your belly as Draken ate your pussy like it was his last meal.

You were just so sweet, just like he knew you would be, your arousal gushing onto his chin each time he kissed your clit. He knew you were wet enough by now, but he still spat a glob of saliva over your hole before slipping a finger into you.

Your mouth hung open in a little “o” as he pumped his thick finger in and out, and he couldn’t help but bite his lip at just how hard you squeezed his single finger.

Couldn’t help but think how tight you’d be when he finally bullied his cock into you.

“You’re so tight baby… gunna use another finger.” As much as he hated pulling his lips away from your pussy, he just had to see what your face looked like when he slid a second finger into you, and it did not disappoint.

You bit your already swollen lip, whimpering and attempting to buck away had it not been for the grasp on your hip. “S’too much, too much Ken–!”

“It’s just my fingers baby girl, you can take it…’ He was trying too hard to hold back his smirk, cooing praise as his fingers stretched out your gummy walls, in search of that one spot he knew would…

The tip of his index finally grazed the little lump, your eyes shooting open and your back arching from the sudden jolt of pleasure.

“There it is…” Draken hummed, massaging into the spot, making your body tremble. “This is your sweet spot, angel, feels so good, doesn't it?”

You nod, words lost to you as drool dribbles freely from your open mouth. It made him grin, adrenaline pumping through him as your pussy milked his fingers just like it would milk his cock… just as soon as he had a taste.

“C’mon baby girl, come f’me, yea? It’s gonna feel so good.” Draken’s words are a promise as he locks his lips back onto your clit. He’s suckling the precious bud, all the while his fingers massage your g-spot. He knows you’re overwhelmed, can tell by the way you jolt and cry.

But he needs to taste you.

You gasp as heat washes over you, the knot in your stomach snapping apart slowly. It’s the subtle graze of Draken’s teeth against your clit that sets you over, a cry of his name with a mix of slur’s spilling from your lips as you gush on his fingers.

Draken groans, you sounded so much better than he imagined coming undone. His fingers were pulled free quickly just so his lips could latch onto your cunt, lewdly slurping up your arousal even as your hips tried to desperately wiggle away.

“Fuckkkkk….” Draken groans as he finally lifts his lips from your swollen lower lips, the sight of his eyes narrowed and his chin covered in your arousal making your face heat up, embarrassment making you bring your hands over your face.

He chuckles, hovering back over you to press wet kisses along your arms. “Why are you hiding from me, baby? Did so good f’me, felt good didn’t it?” His free hand petting your pussy, smearing your arousal over your skin and only further making a mess of your inner thighs.

You look at him through your fingers, slowly pulling your hands away when you catch sight of his handsome smile. You nod at him, hips bucking into his palm despite the way your clit tingles. “Mhm… felt good Ken, really good.”

“Good. Wanna feel better?” He asks, sitting up on his hunches. He grips the back of his shirt, easily pulling his shirt up and over his head, and the sight of his abs as you mewling for more. Your hands finally leave the sheets just to touch him, trembling fingertips smoothing over his abs with glossy eyes. He was so… so pretty? You had always thought so, but never acted on it, of course…

When his thumb smooths over your lip to collect the drool that leaks there you snap from your trance, his devious smirk making you whine. “You’re so cute.” He murmured, the dumb little look in your gaze only making his cock twitch harder.

So cute and so dumb, Draken was truly the luckiest man on earth tonight.

His cock was painfully hard when he finally pulled himself free, leaking a generous amount of pre that he used to slick up his length. His smirk grew when he caught you staring again, eyes wide and biting down so hard on your lower lip.

He held a hand out for you, helping you sit up a bit. He took your hand and placed your much smaller one on his cock, and the sight alone made him groan low in his throat.

Your fingers just looked so small as they wrapped around his length, your thumb rubbing along one of his veins with so much curiosity. You squeezed him and he hissed, instantly making your hand go slack around him.

“Not so tight angel.”

“M’sorry Ken…” You licked your lips, figuring out how much pressure to apply as you worked your palm up and down his shaft. Each time you almost reached the top his thick mushroom head would flush an even brighter pink, his pre dribbling from his tip and onto your fingers. Draken watches with wide eyes as you brought your hand to your lips, licking away his arousal with a pretty little sound.

Fuck.

He took hold of your hips again, lifting them so he could slide one of his pillows under your lower back. This angle had your hips sticking up a bit, your legs perched over his calves as he sat between your thighs. “Lay back” He instructed, and you didn’t pause with his instruction, laying back into his pillows while keeping your eyes glued to his cock.

“It’s gonna sting.” He warned, knowing that sting was probably an understatement as he laid his cock over your cunt, biting his lip to see that his tip almost reached your belly button.

“M’ready.” and you were, you wanted to be, your curiosity was getting the better of you, feeling his length rub over your cunt to get more slicked up, each time his tip caught your clit made you more impatient, reaching for his free hand and squeezing it tightly.

Draken positioned himself at your opening, greedy little hole sucking in his tip with minimal effort. It’s when the girth hit that you finally gasped, your rings of muscles attempting to make way for Draken’s cock. He shushed you with gentle coos squeezing your hand back and pressing warm kisses along your tear-stained face.

“Relax for me…” He murmured against your skin, two fingers rubbing away at your clit. Draken was so tense and he held himself back, every muscle in his body rippling as he bullied his cock into your warm gummy walls.

“I-I–” You were stammering, chest shaking as you sucked in a breath. He had to be almost all the way in, right? When you saw only half of his cock had been pushed in you cried out a little, head shaking.

“S’not, not gonna fit~!” You sobbed, eyes watery as your legs trembled around him. He pressed a kiss to your lips this time, his finger never ceasing the slow circles on your bud to help break you open for him.

“It’ll fit sweetheart, promise, and it’s gonna feel so good… need ya to relax, can ya do that.” He looked at you,, expectantly, and who were you to say no? Not that you wanted to, considering your pussy was still milking away at what fit. You nodded, giving his hand another squeeze as reassurance.

Draken sucked in a breath of his own, and with one good jerk of his hips, his cock bullied itself all the way in, knocking up against your cervix and making you cry out for him. His fingers pinched your clit, the squeeze of your walls making his eyes roll back.

“Fuck– Jesus Christ, that’s it baby, my fucking god, you feel so good.” His own grunts drowned out your whines, which his delight soon turned to little moans as he kept working at your clit, your pussy holding him snuggly and almost refusing to let up.

It was the subtle bulge on your tummy, the outline of his cock sitting between your plush walls that really made him snap. He started thrusting, hips creating a steady pace that had his balls tapping up against your ass with each thrust. Your lips hung open in a silent cry, each pull and push of his hips making your walls squeeze even tighter. You were already too dumbed out to realize that Draken had placed the pillows beneath you because each time he was flush against you his cock head sat snuggly against your sweet spot, making your vision blur with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby, fuck. Got such a tight cunt.” He growled out through clenched teeth, the ring of arousal that already formed at the base of his cock making his own mouth water. You squeezed him like a vice, somehow tightening up even more each time he praised you, each time his fingers flicked your clit. Draken usually held pride at the fact that he could last in bed, holding out for the sake of his lovers.

But you? He just had to fill you up quick, had to see the dumb little look in your eyes when he pumped you full of cum.

Hit thrusts started to shake your whole body, breasts bouncing each time his hips smacked into your ass. His lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue easily overpowering yours as your teeth clashed and drool fell down your chin. Your nails found purchase on his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped moons that had him groaning into your mouth.

“Milkin my cock like a good girl, such a good girl.” He noticed your eyes rolling back, your body trembles ceasing only for a few moments as your high washes over you unexpectedly. Your vision went white when you came this time, the cry of his name making him hiss.

It was almost painful, the grip your pussy had on his cock as you gushed around him. The mess was beautiful, soaking your inner thighs and his pelvis, making a squelching sound each time he continued to pump into you.

“Fuckin came all over my cock?” he knew your answer but wanted to hear your sob out a pathetic little “yes” as he braces his arms on either side of your head. He knew better than this, knew that fucking into you this roughly, this sloppily could scare you off.

But your pussy was asking for it, leaving his cock drenched as he continued to knock up against your cervix, ground his hips so his dick massaged your g-spot. It didn’t take long for him to finish, his dick pulsing before spilling load after hot load into your walls.

You shivered at the feeling, body twitching and legs slowly loosening around him as his thrusts started to slow down. A bead of sweat fell from his brow and onto your face, making you whimper softly.

Draken was in a daze as he watched his cock slowly slip in and out of you. By the time he was all the way out, his length was covered in a shiny layer of arousal, milky and glistening. He sighed, a little flutter going off in his chest as your battered pussy clenched at nothing, pushing out a bead of his cum.

“K-Ken~” he knew he shouldn’t have pushed it back in with a finger, knew that was irresponsible and greedy of him, but the action was done before he could really think it over, his lips smoothing over yours to soothe your cries.

“M’right here baby. Did so good for me, m’so proud of you.” He rolled to his side, letting you cling and tremble against him as you came back down to earth. He had no problem petting your sweat-slicked hair, shushing you with little kisses.

If it meant you’d come back to him. And he was certain after this, you’d be crawling at his feet.

He didn’t bother leaving you, you were clinging onto him too tightly. So instead he just scooped you up, brought you to the bathroom. He was so gentle when he placed you on the toilet, and even though you were fussing about going in front of him, he was adamant about it as he washed his face.

“I can’t pee in front of you, Ken!”

“I’m not even paying attention, you need to try, it’s good for you, so you don’t get any infections.”

“What do you mean, an infection?!” He chuckled, of course, you knew nothing about that.

Once he had you calm again, face and legs clean from a washcloth he helped you slip into one of his old sweaters and a pair of boxers. You were basically sleepwalking back to his bed, mumbling something incoherent as you cuddled into his pillow.

“The bed’s all yours…” He spoke with a smirk, pressing a little kiss to your temple as he pulled the covers up to your shoulders. You were out in seconds, and Draken took your precious little snores as his cue to get up and stretch a bit, check his phone and grab water for you in case you woke up with a hangover.

It was 4 am, but what made his brows raise was the number of messages in the group chat. He clicked on it, ready for a good laugh. But instead, his stomach dropped.

Takemichi: Draken! Why is my sister at your place?!

Mitsuya: No fucking way…

Baji: Draken, maaaaan you dog 💀🐶

Chifuyu: How do you know she’s there?

Takemichi: I have her location! I was supposed to pick her up at some party but it says she is at Drakens !!

Takemichi: Draken I’ll beat your ass–

Baji: I’ll do it for ya buddy.

Mitsuya: ur done for dude

Mikey: dirty dirty kenchin ///:

Chifuyu: 💀💀💀

Kazutora: man strikes again 🤡

Pa-Chin: literally a sister fucker dawg

Mitsuya: ur never seeing my sisters again, scum 🤢

Takemichi: they’re not fucking! DRAKEN YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING HER–

He was never gonna hear the end of it.

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