리사 .ᐟ

The air in the room was thick with the scent of their colognes, a heavy haze that clung to your skin. You could pick out Yuma’s distinct scent though, he always smelled like camellias in the spring, a stark contrast to the way he could move in between your legs. 

You were tucked perfectly between them—a living, breathing puzzle piece that only felt complete when you were being shared, claimed and thoroughly corrupted by their combined hunger.

You sat on Fuma’s lap, your back pressed firmly against the broad, hard expanse of his chest as he leaned back against the headboard. The friction of his clothes against your skin was a tease, but it was the restrictive hold he had on you that made your breath hitch. 

Fuma had one of his muscular legs hooked firmly between yours, forcing your thighs wide, pinning you wiiide open and vulnerable for Yuma. Were you really going to fight back against that? Of course not. 

After all, you were their good little kitty. 

Nevertheless, you squirmed in Fuma's iron hold, trapped and exposed, utterly at their mercy. You could feel every lick, every nibble as Yuma's tongue mapped out your most intimate places.

"Mmm, our naughty kitty is getting impatient, isn't she?" Fuma growled, his hot breath tickling your ear. He tightened the grip on your neck, pulling you back harder against him. "Such a greedy little thing, always hungry for more."

Yuma chuckled darkly between your legs, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. "I don't think our kitty is in any position to complain, now is she? Not with my face buried in her pretty cunt."

Fuma’s arm wasn't enough to choke you, but it was enough to make you feel completely owned, your throat exposed and your senses swirling. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, dark rumble that vibrated through your spine.

"Look at you, kitty," Fuma murmured, his grip tightening slightly. "So desperate for us,”

The feeling of his arm around your neck was getting you drunker by the second but fuckkk did it feel like heaven, hell and purgatory all at once. You could feel the predatory heat radiating from both of them.

Yuma was a ghost of heat and wetness, his world reduced to velvet darkness under the blindfold on his eyes. Without the guidance of sight, he relied on the tremors of your thighs and the sharp gasps escaping your lips to navigate.

He dove in with a feral intensity, his tongue swirling around your clit with a precision that felt supernatural. He knew every ridge, every sensitive nerve ending, tracing the map of your pleasure with a slow, agonizing deliberation. You bucked against him, starved of friction, more of that wicked tongue that was driving you mad.

"You're shaking, kitty," Yuma whispered against your soaking wet folds, his hot breath sending shivers racing up your legs. "I can feel how much you want this. I don't even need to see you to know exactly how to break you."

The combination was overwhelming. The crushing security of Fuma’s hold from behind and the relentless, wet friction of Yuma’s tongue below drove you toward the edge. You whimpered, arching your back into Fuma’s chest, your fingers clawing at the sheets. 

Fuma chuckled, a dark, possessive sound, and pressed his cheek against yours, praising you in a voice dripping with affection and dominance. "That's it, pretty girl. Just take it all. Let Yuma eat every single drop of you."

Yuma shifted his angle, suctioning your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue in a rapid, rhythmic assault. He had two of his beautiful fingers stuck right in along with his tongue, thick and long digits which were dancing their tango inside of you, caressing every spot that he knew hit you like a cannon in the chest. 

"Fuck, look at her soak my fingers," Yuma groaned after long moments of torturous licks. He brought a hand up to your lips, painting them with your own essence. "Taste yourself, little kitty. Taste how fucking sweet you are."

You had no choice but to obey, parting your lips for his probing fingers. You lapped at them like a kitten at a bowl of cream, savoring the musky taste of your own arousal. Your tongue swirled around his skin while Fuma held you tight, both of them basking in the sight of their beautiful, ruined angel.

The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, pushing you hurtling towards your climax. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as they drove you relentlessly towards the edge.

"Cum for us, kitty," Fuma demanded, his voice a low growl. "Show us how much you loooove being our plaything."

The tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter until you couldn't hold it back. With a keening cry, you shattered, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashed over you. 

You gushed all over Yuma's face, soaking him with your release. He just smirked up at you, looking thoroughly debauched.

"Fucking perfect.” He purred, licking his lips.

You collapsed back against Fuma's chest, utterly spent and sated. But you knew this was only the beginning. The night was still young, and your demons had barely begun to play.

The proof? Provided enough when Fuma jutted up into you and the feeling of his hardened cock sent butterflies flying all around you.  

Fuma's lips curled into a wicked smirk against your neck as he continued his rough juts up. "Look at you, coming undone so easily for us," he grunted. "Such a good little kitty, so responsive to our touch."

Yuma moved up your body, smearing your juices across your stomach as he went, “Another round, pretty girl?”  He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving in to tangle with yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, the musky flavor of your arousal mingling with the faint hint of his cologne.

“Ours.” Fuma snarled and bucked harder into you, his fingers digging bruisingly into your hips, “Our kitty, only ours, yeah?” Fuma grabbed your chin, forcing your head back to bare your throat to his teeth.

Yuma’s beautiful black hair fell into his eyes as he looked down at you with a hungry gaze, “Only for our eyes, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

Well….

Taki standing outside the door, peeking in from the cracks, the front of his pants and his hand faintly damp, would certainly have something to say about that. Such a sweet kitty you were, he thought.

He just had to join now, didn’t he?”

fin.

A/N: for my beloved Nika @kwnnies she's probably gonna scream at me in the gc ehehehe. Also need everybody to know Jyuugoya started playing in the middle of writing this and i had a physical reaction to my man's voice in the bridge.

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