(SMUT) Eisuke Gets Jealous At A Business Event And Takes MC Home To Relieve His Frustrations [Request]
One final look in the mirror and (Y/N) is ready to go. The couple have a VIP event tonight at a venue in the Hilton hotel, Tokyo. Her elegant, white, full body dress making her look like a princess, which she is in a certain CEO’s eyes.
Carefully watching her step as she makes her way into the lounge of the penthouse suite, heels clacking against the marble flooring, Eisuke looks up from his conversation with Soryu and meets his fiancé’s gaze as she makes her way down the curved staircase. He can’t help the smirk that appears on his face as he scans over her attire for the evening. Soryu knows better than to get caught eyeing up Eisuke’s woman. Which is why he doesn’t get caught.
“Sorry I took so long,” The girl utters once reaching the bottom of the stairs.
“You didn’t take long. You’re fine. Are you ready to leave?” The bidder asks, taking her hand in his own as he guides her down the last two steps.
“Mhm.” She hums in response.
“Good. Soryu, keep a watch out.”
“Always. Have a good evening.”
“Bye, Sor!” The girl bids, smiling and waving.
The mobster simply nods in response.
“You’re looking rather dashing tonight.” Eisuke comments, leading his lover out of the hotel with his hand pressed against her lower back.
“As do you, Mr Ichinomiya.” She teases.
“Soon-to-be Mrs Ichinomiya.”
“I love that.” (Y/N) grins, glancing back at the hotel owner before entering the back of the car.
“So do I.” He responds, following behind.
The girl release a large sigh once the car sets off, their driver Ruki taking them over.
“What time are we due to finish tonight?”
“Bored already?” Eisuke teases, throwing a wink her way.
She grins and shakes her head, resting is against his shoulder.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“I know, my love. We’re due to leave at eleven PM.”
“Mr Ichinomiya, a pleasure it is to have you here tonight. I can only assume this is your dashing fiancée, Ms (L/N).” Jaq, the host of the event, greets.
“Mr Mukami; thank you for your invitation.” Eisuke responds.
“A pleasure to meet you, sir. Please, call me (Y/N).” (Y/N) adds.
“Trust me, sweetheart, the pleasure is all mine.” Jaq adds, bowing down to kiss the girl’s hand.
Eisuke’s tense expression only hardens at the interaction, but he knows better than to release any anger here. Besides, he can sense his woman’s discomfort.
“Please, enjoy your evening, Mr Ichinomiya, (Y/N).” He states before disappearing into the crowd of people.
“Sorry.” (Y/N) instantly whispers.
Eisuke shakes his head and turns to face the girl, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest, planting his lips on her own.
“Not your fault. Just remember you’re mine.” He grumbles, pulling back.
“As if I could ever forget.” She teases, throwing in a wink.
“I’m going to go and find some particular guests. I can see Anastaćia Tsukamago if you’d like to go and catch up with her in the mean time.”
“Remember, if yo-“ Before the man can even finish his sentence, she beats him to it.
“If I feel like I’m in a dangerous situation, come and find you immediately, even if I feel threatened, scared, or uneasy. If someone starts interacting with me or saying something that I do not like, or believe you would not like, come and find you.” She recites.
Eisuke smirks and plants a firm yet passionate kiss on her lips yet again.
“You’ve got it, my love. I’ll see you later.”
Glancing across the room, (Y/N) frowns slightly as she sees a certain mistress trying her hardest to win over Eisuke, but to no avail, fortunately. Eisuke is a man of minimal emotions and no care for anything or anyone, but he would never, ever, do something that’d hurt his fiancée in any way, shape, or form.
As if he can feel his lover’s eyes in the back of his head, the man turns back to give her a look of annoyance, which only prompts her to chuckle.
“I love you.” She mouths across the crowded hall. He throws back a half-smile.
“Miss (L/N)! You must be the one and only.” A gentleman calls, grabbing the girl’s attention back from her man.
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance. And might I ask your name?” (Y/N) greets, smiling, and holding her hand out to shake the gentleman’s hand.
“My name is Yukino Mukami - Jaq’s son. I must admit, it is quite the honour to have the mistress of Eisuke Ichinomiya here at our home.”
The word mistress sends a pang of pain into the girl’s chest.
“I’m his fiancée.” She states, trying not to let the upset in her voice be shown, however, it fails as the man in front of her snarls.
“You’re too good for him, sweetheart. He’s a vicious man and you deserve better than that.”
She cringes at the nickname, as she did when the boy’s father used it earlier.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk badly of my fiancé, Mr Mukami.” She states, knowing better than to start a fuss with the son of the host.
“I’d appreciate it if you let me have my way with you instead of a bastard like him, Miss (L/N). I could satisfy you in ways he never could. ” He states, taking a step toward the woman and taking a firm hold of her wrists.
Eyes widening slightly, she glances back over to where Eisuke was stood only moments ago, but he’s no longer there.
“Apologies, Mr Mukami, but I really need to use the bathroom. Can we continue this conversation shortly?” She lies, only prompting the man to tighten his grip. She visibly flinches. “Please,”
“What’d happen if the soon-to-be Mrs Ichinomiya was caught kissing the son of his rival?” Yukino questions, leaning forwards.
Her eyes are wide as she tries to take steps back, but his grip doesn’t allow it.
He displays his toothy grin but doesn’t stop.
“She said fucking stop.” A new voice interrupts, instantly making Yukino back off and release the girl. She stumbles backwards straight into someone.
The girl looks up and sees Eisuke’s seething eyes. She gulps as he wraps his arm around her waist.
“Mr Ichinomiya.” Jaq’s son greets, a mild smirk still on his face
“We’re leaving. Excuse us.” Is all the CEO has to respond. His patience is low.
(Y/N) gasps as she’s yanked away by Eisuke, his large strides being almost too fast for her to keep up with him. They’ve been in this situation before, she knows it, but despite that, he never gets used to it. To say he hates it is an understatement. But, even when he is absolutely livid, he’s still a gentleman, gesturing for her to enter the car first.
The girl knows better than to speak right now. He won’t even speak to the driver.
“Our private apartment if you’d be so kind, Ruki.” (Y/N) requests.
The only sound in the car is Eisuke’s heavy breaths and the rain hitting the car roof. The girl swallows. Hard.
Despite the fact that she’s been in that same position an endless amount of times with different clientele of Eisuke, it never gets easier for either of them.
“We’re here, Miss. Sir.” Ruki comments.
“Thanks ever so much, Ruki. Have a good evening.” (Y/N) responds.
Yet again, despite the tense atmosphere, Eisuke still steps out the car and holds his umbrella up so that his woman remains dry, helping her out of the vehicle and closing the door behind.
Once they’re inside, she closes the door, locking it and throws off her heels. The man merely heads straight to their cellarette and grabs a bottle of whiskey, pouring some into a glass and downing it in one. (Y/N) cautiously approaches her lover and rests her hand on his cheek, gently turning his face to face her.
“I love you.” She whispers.
He pauses momentarily before slamming the glass down on the sideboard. Eisuke’s hands wrap around his lover - one around her waist and the other onto her face - pulling her in for a harsh, desperate kiss. (Y/N) instantly reacts, sliding her arms up around his neck, tugging on the ends of his hair.
Sliding his own arms down her body to her ass, tapping the top of her thighs in an indication to jump, which she does. Legs wrapping around his waist, tightly. The man walks forwards until her back hits the wall, initiating a small gasp from her lips.
“Mine.” Is all he has to say before allowing their mouths to interact once again. “I could’ve killed him.” He growls, his lips following a path down her neck, leaving marks everywhere. Moans and gasps desperately leaving her lips in pleasure. “The fucking bastard had some nerve. He fucking threatened you. I’ll kill him. I swear to fucking god,”
“Eisuke,” (Y/N) mewls, heading lolling back as he continues his assault on her neck. “I’m yours, baby.” She adds, prompting an animalistic growl from the CEO.
The man has zero patience at this moment in time and he couldn’t care less about taking his lover’s dress off. She realises his as he begins massaging her ass, yanking her minimal underwear aside and teasing his fingers along her sensitive point.
A moan escapes her lips yet again. She pushes his blazer off of him. The man managing to hold her up with one arm as he uses the other to shake the material off. Her hands slide down to undo the buttons on his shirt, desperately feeling up and down his chest.
“You’re gorgeous,” She whispers, leaning forwards to press wet kisses all over his chest, leaving marks here and there.
He groans yet again and uses one hand to push her back against the wall, lips reattaching.
“You’re a fucking diamond. You’re too fucking gorgeous for this world.” He mumbles, sliding his fingers back to her, now, dripping pussy.
Whimpering and releasing yet another loud moan, the girl’s hands reach down between them and start frantically pulling his belt off and undoing his button and zipper. Her shaking hands palming his length through his tight, grey boxers.
“Fuck,” Her fiancé hisses, leaning his forehead on her own whilst increasing the pace of his fingers.
“I love you,” She squeals out, feeling herself weakening as his fingers hit all the right spots.
“My gorgeous woman. So, so fucking perfect. You’re- fuck!” He cuts his words off as she slides her soft hand inside his underwear, gripping his bare shaft.
“Yeah? Think anyone else could ever take me from you? Because they couldn’t, they never- Oh my god! Don’t stop,” She begins her own monologue, only to also be cut off by the billionaire’s long fingers hitting her g-spot. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck, God, please, don’t stop!”
“You like that, kitten? Like having three of my long fingers inside you, stirring up your insides, dripping down my hand and onto our new carpeted floor, hm? You love it. You love me. Say it.” He coos, seductively.
“Yes! Fuck. I love it! I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I will always love you. Nobody else matters!” The girl almost screams, unable to continue stroking his length, only gripping it whilst her other hand grips his shoulder, nails digging in slightly.
“You gonna cum for me? You gonna release all over my fingers like the good girl you are?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. God, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, yes!” She screams, head thrown back to hit the wall.
Eisuke’s hooded eyes glisten with lust at the sight of watching his fiancée climax all over his fingers. He bites his lip and endures the feeling, allowing her a moment to catch her breath afterwards.
She struggles out of his grip and drops to her knees, pulling the man’s trousers and boxers down with her. His eyes widen momentarily.
“Shush. No talking.” Is all she says before wrapping her mouth around his erect cock.
“Shit, (Y/N).” He groans, hand instantly sliding through her hair, grabbing it.
She doesn’t respond, just focuses on letting her tongue and lips do all the work, taking him to the back of her throat with no difficulty, her eyes watering and her mouth gagging. She gazes up at her lover with the most lustful gaze and he can’t help but throw his head back at the sight.
She looks so innocent and mature in the dress, but her eyes and her mouth say otherwise.
“Yes, baby, fuck. Get up here and let me fuck you.” Eisuke mutters, pulling the girl up by her hair and pushing her back against the wall.
“You’re gonna fuck me against this wall?” She questions, a smirk on her face.
“Yes, I am. You got a problem with that, kitten?” He retorts, reaching his arms around her back to unzip her gown, breath hitting her ear as he speaks.
The man groans at her choice of pet name, planting his lips just below her ear, kissing and sucking to leave a mark. He slides the sleeves of her dress down her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” He utters after looking over her almost naked body.
Naturally, the girl feels slightly self conscious at his intense stare, but believes him.
“You do believe me, don’t you?” He checks, as if reading her mind. The girl nods, timidly, but arms crossing to cover herself regardless.
He grabs her wrists and pulls them away from her chest. A hiss escapes her mouth which catches his attention. It wasn’t her usual pleasantly surprised gasp - that was pain. The bidder raises the girl’s wrists to inspect what caused any pain and the previous spark of fury reignites as he notices the small bruises from Yukino earlier that evening.
“I’ll fucking kill him! He fucking hurt you! He physically harmed you! I’ll fucking destroy him!” He roars, eyes ablaze.
The girl rips one hand from his grasp and grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her.
“Shut up and fuck me like I’m yours.” She states, needing him, now.
Growling, her fiancé kisses her yet again, tongue fighting for nothing but dominance against her.
His hands work on yanking her underwear down her legs. She throws the material across the living room and reaches back for his throbbing dick.
“Fuck me like you hate me, Eisuke.”
“I fucking hate him.” He growls, wrapping his arms around the back of her legs yet again and lifting her up.
“Then put all your anger into your relentless fucking.” She demands, desperate for him.
“God, I love you.” He groans, adjusting himself to line up with her entrance and allowing her to drop onto him. Extremely loud moans escape both their lips.
“You’re so big,” She whimpers.
After a minute to get used to the feeling, the man doesn’t hold back on his relentless thrusts, desperately needing nothing more than to pleasure his woman and release his built up frustration.
(Y/N)’s arms are gripping his biceps to no end; her nails digging in, but he loves it. He loves the sight of her eyebrows furrowed together and her mouth wide open with curse after curse coming out.
“Look at you, so fucking horny for my cock.” He grunts, meeting the bouncing rhythm of her hips.
Forcing her eyes open, she bites her lip and manages to nod her head with hooded eyes.
“Yeah. I need you so much. You feel so good. You make me feel so good I can’t handle it.” She manages to mewl, pulling his face forwards to give nothing but wet, sloppy kisses.
As if her words had set off another spark inside him, he drops the girl’s legs, settling them on the floor, prompting a raised brow from her, but before she can speak, he leads her across the living room and bends her over the back of the couch, her hands instantly reaching out to rest on the seat. He wastes no time before pushing himself back inside her, slapping her ass and gripping her hips.
“Fuck!” The girl screams out. “Eisuke!”
“Yeah, baby. Scream it. Tell fucking everyone who owns you. Who pleasures you. Who. Fucking. Loves. You!” He states, stating each words as he thrusts deep inside her.
“I’m not gonna last!” She moans, mouth wide open but shaking.
“Neither am I, kitten. You gonna cum again for me? Gonna release all over my cock? Gonna cover me in your juices?” He encourages, sliding his hands up her curves, grabbing her breasts tightly.
A gasp escapes her mouth.
“Yeah. God, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Please, don’t stop. Fuck me as hard as you can!” She cries out, falling into euphoria.
Instantly obeying his lover’s request, the man increases his speed, grabbing a hold of her hair and yanking her back so she’s flush agains his chest yet again. His lips instantly going to her neck.
“Cum for me, kitten. Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are.” He whispers, voice raspy, and his other hand trails down to rub her clit. Fast.
Her head falls back as she instantly obeys.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She screams, hands frantic as she looks for something to grab onto.
Getting the hint, Eisuke releases her hair and wraps his arm around her chest, holding her against him whilst she grabs his arm.
Her mind goes blank as she hits her peak, as does Eisuke’s as he feels her tighten around his dick.
“Cum with me, sir. Please.” Her desperate voice whimpers, instantly giving him the push over he needed.
The couple let out groans and moans that would most definitely be heard by their neighbours, but they don’t care. It takes them a few minutes to come down from their highs, heaving breathing all round.
“I’m gonna pull out okay, kitten.” The bidder mutters, gently doing so.
The moment he does, the girl’s legs give out from beneath her and she almost crumbles. Her arms fly out to grab the sofa whilst Eisuke’s reach out to grab her.
“I’ve got you, gorgeous.” He murmurs.
Making improvisation of the situation, the man allows his shirt to fall off of his shoulders, keeping one arm around (Y/N) as he does, and uses the material to clean both himself and his fiancée up.
“Baby?” He whispers, dropping the shirt and working his arms around her body to lift her, bridal style, into his arms.
Her eyes are shut but her breathing is still relatively heavy.
“Yeah?” The girl whispers, prompting her lover to release a breath of relief.
She forces her eyes open and gives her soon-to-be husband a gentle smile.
“That was incredible.” She whispers, making the CEO grin and shake his head, beginning to walk towards the bedroom.
“I love you too, Eisuke.”
The couple remain silent after that, making their way to the room and he gently rests her atop the bed, sliding beside her. The duvet remains off of them whilst they’re still sweating.
“I’m still furious that he hurt you.” The man begins, stroking over her bruised wrists with his thumb.
“I’m fine. If it means getting sex like that, I’ll take it.” (Y/N) teases, turning on her side to face her lover.
“I am so in love with you, woman.”
“Likewise, Mr Ichinomiya.”
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