#tw.cunnilingus

He really loves you. And everybody knows that. How? from the way he is with you. Always with his baby girl no matter where he goes. Yes, he knows his life as an assassin can make it difficult for him to date anyone and even lead a normal life, but that is why, he has this relationship with you- because he knows nobody would understand him like you do.

You see, Sakamoto really doesn't play about you and won't play about you. He has told you many times to not talk to boys because they can never be anything like him; a dedicated and strong man who would never back down from protecting and loving you. Loving you was the best thing he ever did in his life.

So, why is it so hard for you to listen to niisan? He told you time and time again to NOT talk to boys you don't know but you disobey him. He's disappointed in you.

Now you're on his bed, your bed, spread eagle with his hands on both side of your thighs as he made sure to eat you out good.

His tongue flicked across your sensitive little clit, suckling on them and run across your labia and he focuses a little on the right side of your clit because he knows that's your pleasure spot. He loves listening to the way you were moaning niichan, niichan, niichan, and eventually I'm sorry. It turns him on everytime you confirmed how good his skills are. You're looking into his handsome feature as he tongue fuck you again and again and he winked back, cocky man that he is.

"niichan!!!" you screamed as you had your first orgasm. He loves hearing you scream, and he can feel his cock hurts in his pants, straining inside the sweat pants he was wearing after your first orgasm hits. You were always so sensitive.

He didn't let you rest from that high, as he quickly puts you into another position. Quickly, he pushed you across the bed towards the glass of the apartment until your poor titties were pressed erotically on the cool glass, and he spreads your ass cheek apart to see your pussy, and your other hole of course.

"Kyaa! o-onii-chan! hnnh! don't look at my ass and pussy like that, please!!" You turn to look at him who has his knees on the floor, face so close to your plush ass cheeks. He smirked at the plea, and then ignores you completely. His eyes wander towards this ass he has touched so many times. He grabbed the meat, shakes it a bit and listen to you whining like a little brat, and then continues to spread your ass cheek again, watching your little pussy twitches, and his eyes landed towards your tiny asshole.

Fuck, I wanna tongue fuck her in the ass, He says to himself. Admiring the beauty of his sister's ass, He went on and quickly flicked his tongue on your asshole, earning a surprised yelp from you, who's never even been touched before over there.

"Ah!!!! oniichan, that's...! that's my... my other hole...!" You squirmed, both your cheeks still spread open by him and he made a loud noise as he eats your ass for the first damn time. He can feel his cock getting harder at finally eating your ass-pussy. He groaned at the taste of your ass, so sweet with a little musk, but that's just how you are. You try to cover your ass from the embarrassment, but he lets go of both of your ass cheeks, let his face be buried into those plump juicy ass you have, and then spanked your left cheek harshly, making you scream and the sound of your ass coming in contact with his big hands filled the room.

He didn't do the spanking fast. No, he waited for the jiggling to stop, and then went on to the other cheek and slap your ass so hard, and repeat the process. Wait until the cheek stop jiggling, and then slap the other, making you whine and until it gets too much for you, your ass would twitch up to get away from his hands and jiggling at the process of his spanking- and of course your loud, lewd moans as your ass shakes to get away from him.

He counts until 3 and start attacking that tiny ass again, flicking and sucking at your little other ona hole. He hears you whine and cry at the new sensation you're feeling in your ass, his tongue making you crazy and teasing your tight hole- teasing to get in, but he won't just yet. He just wants to bury his face into that plumpy ass and lick your ass pussy for the first time.

"oniichan... onii- please... stop... its's too much tongue for me...!" you whined, but he isn't satisfied yet. He continues to flick his tongue across your ass hole. And then very suddenly, he went on to your abandoned pussy and surprises you. He continues to flick at your clit and labia, sucking and slurping that pussy- and then went to your ass again. and then pussy. ass. pussy. alternating between two holes making you cry and shake, ass twitching from the overstimulation.

He buries his face into your ass, licking at the crack and pussy. until he pulls you down onto the carpet, making you sit on his face.

"Oniichan!!! we're still in front of the glass door...! someone might... see us!" you plead. And it's true what you say. Their neighbours can literally walk inside their house and see how the sakamoto siblings are fucking each other. Get a great view at your exposed titties and pussy, sitting on top of your big brother like this.

He ignored you and continue slurping your pussy. With the same technique, making sure you're driven mad by how good his tongue works. His whole face is covered by your big ass as he eats it out, switching between your pussy and ass continuously, making you crazy from the overstimulation and constant switching. Your hands on the glass door and you moaning like a bitch in heat, eyes lit up with tears as you pray to God your neighbour won't walk around and see your boobs and pussy in this embarrassing position, getting eaten out by niichan.

He knows you're praying right now. so he flicks his tongue faster from your pussy to your tight ass, and he lifts your ass up abit so he can get a clear view of your plush ass, and eats your ass-pussy again. He knows how you've held on, and eventually as he eats your tight ass, in that ass half up position, you squirted a lot on his face, and he hums to himself as he keeps flicking his tongue on your asshole again and again as you squirt again for the second time with your loud screams.

It stops for abit, but then he moves his face away, spanking your pussy as he tap your labia and you scream and squirt. He waits for it to end as its only a little, and then spank your naughty pussy again until you squirt a bit of water, and then the third time.

Exhausted, you fall on your feet, burying his face with your ass. You were catching your breath, breathing so hard.

You are deposited unceremoniously onto the king's king-sized bed.

"I'm gonna make you eat your words," he growls, yanking your pants and underwear off in a single, skilled pull. "Shou!" you scream when you feel the cold metal touch of his rings on your inner thigh.

"Open up for your king, pretty." He's mumbling more to himself than you as he spreads your legs apart.

He takes a moment to admire you. "Don't look at me!" you try to close your legs, embarrassed and very much turned on by his fiery gaze. He scoffs, pulling your legs back apart with ease.

Barou leans down to press a single feather light kiss to your bud. You jolt at the electricity that zaps up your spine.

He chuckles, sitting up and grinning down at you mockingly, "Running away already, sweetheart?" He never breaks his gaze on your face as he pulls you back to him.

"You have some words to eat."

He closes in on you, capturing your lips with his in a hot, domineering kiss. His big hands come around to gather yours - pressing your wrists above your head enclosed in a single one of his. His other hand comes down to massage your throat, rubbing teasing circles on your vein.

And then there's his lips - urgent, soft, yet so compelling. He sucks the breath out of you, leaving you flustered and suffocated. You try to pull away, humming and signaling him to let you breathe.

Barou pulls back, locking eyes with you. His eyes dart between your eyes and lips. You almost forget to breathe before his lips are back on yours, completely claiming you. He pulls back once more - only to chase after your lips again once he hears you breathe.

"Say it." He snarls. All you can do is gasp, breathing hard to fill your lungs with some well-deserved oxygen.

"Say what?" You scowl at him. He wasn't gonna get you to admit it so easily.

He's infuriated. But one look at your gasping and panting mess of a face is enough to dissipate his anger in a cloud of amusement.

"You will say it eventually." He decides, forcefully burying his face in your neck. His teeth rake over your skin, pressing down on your vein, and his fingers simultaneously bury into your core.

A surprised moan leaves you. "Shou~ no!"

"Shou yes," he corrects you smugly, pulling back from your neck and leaving a big hickey in his wake.

His long fingers stretch you so well. Barou smirks, angling his index and middle finger to locate your favorite spot.

"Ah! Shou wait!" you whine.

"Nah. The King waits for none." He says, massaging and scissoring his fingers against the walls when he does find the spot.

Barou pokes at your clit with his thumb, delivering just the right amount of friction. You squirm, vainly trying to close your legs around his large stature. The pleasure is way too much for your body.

It feels too good, he feels too good. And he's barely even done anything yet. You sob, "Shou I just wanna— aah!" you cut yourself off when he adds a third finger. His thumb wiggling up and down your clit sends zings of electricity from your clit; which swirls into white-hot pleasure coiling in your tummy, dulling the strain of his three fingers splitting you open.

"Shou shou shouuuuu!" your squeals of his name echo off the bedroom walls lined with candid pictures of you both.

Barou's voice is low, promising suffering if you don't obey him. "Say it, donkey."

Your core clenches at his words, the nickname, rarely used on you, weirdly making you feel some kind of way. "No!" You scream, still not ready to admit defeat.

"No?" his fingers leave your body. Except for his thumb. The pace of his thumb doubles, going in abrupt side-to-side and up-and-down patterns.

Your voice falters. Your body shudders involuntarily.

You miss his fingers inside you, but his thumb is doing some serious magic.

The coil inside you builds into this intense ball of energy - it's painting your vision white.

He flicks your clit.

And then it bursts, the pleasure setting all your nerves from head to toe ablaze. The high is all-consuming, making your ears ring and your eyes water.

"Shou!!!"

Yes, all you can muster to scream now is Barou's name.

And Barou doesn't stop. His thumb is still flicking your clit, rapidly overstimming you.

"Shou stop!" you beg, voice shaky and body trembling as you try to kick him off. Your hands feebly try to pry his fingers off you. But it's to no avail against his strength.

He chuckles, finding your resistance cute. "Say it, sweetheart. Or I'm doing this the whole night." he threatens.

"Its–" you gulp, "it's you!"

"What?"

"You– you are the king, Shou!" tears roll down your eyes as you look at him.

Barou pretends to ponder over it, his thumb slowing down for a second before it speeds up again, "Not quite satisfactory, baby." He decides. "Whose king am I?"

You don't miss a beat. "Mine! Shouu~ you– you are my king!" you are grabbing at threads to keep yourself sane through the mind-numbing sensation.

"Attagirl!"

Barou praises, finally pulling his thumb back to lean down and attach his mouth to your clit. He sucks harshly, pulling another cry out of you.

"Next round, sweetheart."

“Ra- Ran!” the sound of your moans echoed in the room, “Aah- Ra- a- an!” He kept smashing his hips—hands painfully gripping your hips. But his eyes weren't on you. Ran’s triumphant gaze was on the three men in front of him—mockingly holding eye contact with them. Kakucho, Sanzu, and Ran’s own brother, Rindou, stood before the bed. None of them were allowed to move. None of them were allowed to look away from you. Not even blink.

“Hmm,” hummed Mikey, “Ran, go deeper; looks like she’s not making enough noises,” Mikey instructed the older Haitani. He sat on a chair next to the bed. Mikey would have loved to be in Ran’s place, but someone needed to make sure Kakucho, Sanzu, and Rindou’s punishment went through. Ran’s hooded stare remained on them as he intensified his thrusts, following Mikey’s words. Your high-pitched cries made the standing men's chests tighten.

A week, they weren't allowed to touch you for a whole week. You never asked what happened nor complained since Mikey seemed furious. That was a very unusual behavior coming from the unemotional man. And today was their last day of chasteness.

However, Mikey still held a grudge against whatever had transpired with them. He had called Ran to your room; then, the three perpetrators walked in with blank faces. You didn't know what was happening. Mikey only told you to follow whatever Ran did and that everything will be okay.

The older Haitani strode in with a confident step as he yanked his tie off. Next was his shirt—buttons flew everywhere. And you jumped in surprise at his actions; the predatory look in his eyes left you numb. With renewed nervousness running in your system, you looked at the standing men, their backs pasted to the wall. Only for Ran to roughly pull you towards him, “Sorry, little lamb, but you’re not permitted to look at them,” a piece of cloth covered your eyes.

That's how you ended up here, with Ran holding your legs from behind your knees, almost folding you in half—thrusting his cock in your dripping cunt, heavy balls slapping against your skin. Your head was about to dangle from the edge of the bed. You attempted to stop that by fisting the bedsheets stained with your mixed fluids, but it didn't help. Suddenly, you felt him change the positions of his hands and grab at your legs and pull. The tip of his hard cock still inside you—you screamed. Ran had yanked you from the edge only to have your cunt clash open on his cock. Your hands flew to his chest, to stop him or to hold yourself; you weren't sure right now. Moans and grunts drowned the squelching sound of your pussy being plummeted by Ran.

At such actions transpiring on the bed, Mikey saw Sanzu shake a little. Even if it was less than an inch, Mikey saw it. The pinknette had moved, and that was against Mikey’s orders. “come here,” at his boss’s cold tone, Sanzu sprung into action—walking as fast as his feet could take him. “Kneel,” commanded the shorter man. Sanzu did as told, not questioning it for a second. Then, one of Mikey’s hands clutched Sanzu’s pink mane, making him wince in pain as Mikey forced him to crawl towards the bed. “The sight is better here, don't you think?” Said Mikey with a monotonous tone—standing next to Sanzu but still keeping an eye on the other two left in the wall.

“Yes,” Sanzu answered through gritted teeth—looking directly towards your center. The pinknette, now with pink cheeks and a growing problem in his dress pants, couldn't turn away from the sight in front of him; deep down, Sanzu didn't want to. Ran’s cock moving in and out of your clenching hole, your whimpers and whines were louder here, penetrating through his skull and traveling in his nervous system until they reached his leaking cock—wet spots began to form in his slacks.

Sanzu was mad, mad at himself, Ran, and even mad at you—you, who had changed everything he knew; he felt and wanted. A whole week of not even being able to jack off with his fist. It's been a long time since he came to these kinds of places, but not a single person out there felt like you. He had tried, but every time his dick went in someone or something, his head went straight to you—comparing, chasing a similarity to grasp and use, but nothing. Nothing compares to that pretty pussy Ran was using right now. Sanzu had acquired an exquisite test. You were that exquisite taste.

Kakucho and Rindou weren't far behind the pinknette’s train of thoughts and feelings. The only difference was that the other two were holding it in a little better. But not for long.

“Touch her clit, Ran,” at that, Ran’s finger didn't hesitate to move with Mikey’s voice. Ran began to press circles on your bud—his hips never stopping as your cries and sobs increased in intensity. You could feel someone’s breathing near your hip, but you didn't have the strength to ask who. Too lost in Ran’s touches and pumps of his hips. If you only knew Sanzu had a first-row seat for the show.

“You look so pretty taking my cock, little lamb,” Ran forgot what the whole point was, seeing the mess your soaking wet pussy was making all over his cock, “I love how you keep sucking me in,” Ran growled at your walls clenching to his words, “fuck—that cute pussy is mine, right?” A wicked grin adorned the older Haitani’s face.

“Y-yes!” you whined, “all yours!” Your sounds sent shivers through every men present. Shivers that Mikey saw and wouldn't let pass.

“Here. Now.” Mikey wasn't playing. The cold in his eyes could kill. Kakucho and Rindou moved in unison, with eyes still glued to you. Completely ignoring a drooling Sanzu kneeling—forgotten under Mikey’s hand. “Your hand on her neck,” Mikey addressed the younger Haitani. “And you,” he spoke to Kakucho, “keep her legs open,”

You felt a hand wrap around your throat, and two others brought your legs closer to your chest—stretching your hole open for Ran. From Mikey’s words, you knew they belonged to Sanzu, Rindou, or Kakucho. Their touch felt like fire on your skin; their palms were hot, burning the place where they landed.

Rindou not only felt your heartbeat and breathing on his fingertips but the vibrations of your moans and whines too. It all traveled through his arm to end on his groin; it hurt, it fucking hurt him. You had fucked him up good; all he could think about as his calloused hand squeezed your neck was you—the memories of your pretty lips surrounding his cock, your teary eyes looking up at him as you fought against the gagging feeling. Over that black cloth, he pictured those eyes of yours. Why were your open lips so close to him now?

Kakucho couldn't help but feel each and every shove that Ran delivered to your cunt. Holding your legs means he receives the movements, too, and what went through his mind didn't help. He wanted to be the one making you whine and drip. Cock so deep you would feel it up in your tummy. The more Kakucho thought about being in the one pounding your cunt; the more you felt his bruising grip on your legs.

Mikey picked up on your body signs; you were close. Ran felt it too, already accustomed with you. The trembling, the shaking, and your moans were telling them what you currently couldn't. The older Haitani moved his arm between Kakucho and Rindou to reach your mouth. His fingers made their way into your wet cavern—your tongue instantly surrounded his fingers, coating them with spit. Bringing his hand back, Ran didn't waste any time in pressing them on your clit. But Ran beat you to it. He began to feel the tension in his muscles, the too-familiar tingling sensation on his tip, the numbing of his body, and all attention on his groin. Pushing his cock to the hilt, he came inside you as he groaned. Warm walls hugging his spilling cock—hips glued to you. “Y/N, fuck,” a tremble run up his spine, “you’re a pretty little hole for my cum, fuck-” his words made you let out raspy whines in retaliation. Rindou’s constant pressure made your throat hoarse.

That last sentence gave Mikey an idea; he abruptly held Ran’s wrist to keep him from stimulating you. Stained sounds of protests left your mouth. Mikey’s eyes moved to a panting Sanzu. The pinknette just witnessed your cunt take Ran’s seeds. He knows what it feels like to fill you up; he felt his member throb at the sight of your pussy leaking that sticky white substance. “Ran, move, go clean up,” Mikey’s icy tone left no room for discussion.

“Sorry, little lamb, I owe you an orgasm, m’kay?” Ran bent to kiss your stomach as a goodbye. But you didn't register his words.

As Mikey saw Ran retreating from the room towards the bathroom, he harshly pulled Sanzu’s hair, stretching the pinknette’s neck. “Put your fingers in her, and don’t let any cum out,” Sanzu automatically moved, making you whimper as his fingers crammed your hole. “Sanzu, stick your tongue out, and your gonna leave it there as I use your head, understood?” you froze as Mikey spoke. Rindou and Kakucho, still with their hands holding you down, trembled. “Rindou, press harder. Kakucho, keep her open” that was the final phrase their Boss let out before he shoved Sanzu’s face in your cunt. You screamed in surprise as Rindou silenced you—a choking sound replaced your wails.

It was almost painful the position Kakucho restrained you in. But that didn't matter as Sanzu’s tongue kept moving over your bundle of nerves; each hard stroke Mikey made with his second in command had you shaking. The one moving Sanzu was Mikey as if the pinknette was a toy made just for eating you out. Fist on Sanzu’s mane, Mikey twisted his executive’s head, moving it up down in your center, sometimes even licking over his own fingers that still stayed warm in your cunt—drops of Ran’s cum stained his skin, and again, that didn't matter. Sanzu hummed in content at your taste, after so long, finally—finally screamed his body. However, it was not enough to fill a whole week without you. Sadly, Sanzu would take it. He would take anything you offered.

Mikey forcefully made Sanzu lap at your clit as you squirmed under Rindou and Kakucho’s hand. You were so close, it hurt. The heat pooling in your center, the tension on your nerves, the feeling of Sanzu’s wet muscle playing with your bud, and before you could reach your peak, Mikey pushed Rindou off of you. Thus making him let go of your neck, and as the rush of air hit you, that's when you saw white. All your body shook at your release, a groan from your abused throat flooded the room. Tears on the cloth as Mikey kept Sanzu on your clit. As soon as Mikey pulled Sanzu away, the pinknette licked his lips, ecstatic at your juices lingering in his mouth.

After that, Mikey ordered them to go clean up and bring something for you too. Kakucho let go of your legs, and you clamped them shut—your body still twitching from the intensity of the moment. Mikey hugged your tired form while he took off your blindfold. You snuggled towards his warmth; little pants of air fanned his neck.

“You’ll be able to touch more when your week is up,” Sanzu, Rindou, and Kakucho’s ear’s perked up at Mikey’s statement. That meant that in a couple of hours, you’d be theirs again. Their mouth watered at the revelation. The intensity of their desires made them drool. What have you done to them?

Mikey silently observed their response, not surprised at their similar reactions. A side smile appeared on Bonten’s boss.

They were like starvest beasts, waiting for their prey to lower its guard and pounce on it. And just like cinderella—as soon as the clock hit midnight, they would be free of their spell. Your exhausted form rested in bed, tired from all that occurred—sleepiness almost taking over you.

Never again. Daichi tells himself that everytime he finds himself with his hands twisted in your hair, mouth moving possessively against yours. As your hands pull at his hair and nails claw at his back. As he ruts desperately into your heat, cream lining the base of his cock. As he tells you how good you are, how perfect for him, how delicious you taste.

It’s what he tells himself as he opens the door to your smirking face, so much like your sister’s. He had tried to ignore you, to ignore your texts and videos, knowing that his radio silence wouldn’t deter you because time and time again it ended with him sending the same message. A desperate ’I need you’, because all Daichi could think about was the feel of your nails on his scalp, your lips on his neck, and your tight fucking pussy clenching down as he filled you up again and again.

The thoughts plagued him as he kissed Aiko off for work. They were on his mind as they sat through another uppity dinner that Daichi would have rather had at home. Worst of all, they were all he could think about on the occasions Aiko tried to initiate some sort of intimacy between them. All he could think of when he had his girlfriend's lips on his was how much he wanted his lips on yours.

You don’t say anything when you enter, crowding Daichi’s space as he shuts the door behind you. You don’t say anything as you reach your arms around Daichi’s neck, shudders running up his spine as your fingers scratch his scalp before fisting it in your hands to pull him into a bruising kiss. Just like that a flip is switched and Daichi feels like his skin is burning all over. His hands grab and flex at your hips, groaning as he kisses you with lips soft but forceful. It doesn’t take much prompting for you to open your mouth to him and let your tongues move over each other. It’s sloppy and desperate. Daichi can feel how the saliva dampens both your mouths but he knows you don’t mind, always smirking in satisfaction when he spits in it. He doesn’t do that now though. Not yet, he knows.

Instead Daichi reaches his hands around your thighs and hoists you up, shifting so he doesn't have to stop kissing you. He knows you can feel his erection between you when you smirk against his mouth. You hadn’t been there, in his arms, for more than five minutes and already Daichi was hard to the point of pain.

He walks you to the bedroom, their bedroom he thinks with some shame, but then your lips drift to his jaw down to his neck and the thought floats away as he feels your teeth at his jugular.

”Y/n…” he murmurs, the first words that manage to leave his lips since you’d arrived.

You lick a line along his collarbone in response before sliding from his arms. Daichi doesn’t like it but he doesn’t stop you as he sees your arms reach for the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. A curse falls from his lips as your lingerie is revealed to him, the colour standing in beautiful contrast to your skin. He can’t stop staring at your body. The sway of your hips hypnotises him as you walk towards him.

”Take off your shirt.” You demand softly as you fall to your knees before him and Daichi wastes no time following your order. Your pleased hum makes him bite his lip.

Daichi tries to stand still but he can feel his body vibrating with anticipation as your hands slide up his thighs only to lightly skim against his erection and he tries to thrust in the sensation.

”You’re so worked up,” you tut mockingly from your knees. Slowly you undo his trousers and pull them down along with his briefs. ”If you’d let me, I could have helped you out sooner.”

The irony of who’s really in control is not lost on him. Daichi briefly considers responding but then your mouth is on him and it punches the breath from him. Your mouth is so hot around him. You lean back from a moment to spit on his cock and it makes Daichi moan at how filthy it is everytime. Whenever you take him into your mouth it is immediate, mouth sucking him until the head of him hits the back of your throat. Your hands are on his ass helping him to thrust into your mouth, drool spilling from the sides. It’s always too much but Daichi thinks it would be far worse if you stopped. He loses himself in the feel of your tongue licking along the veins of his cock and the light scrape of your teeth on his shaft and the squeeze of your throat. He reaches the peak so quickly with how relentlessly you suck him and then it is gone and his chest is heaving.

”You always make such pretty sounds.” You hum as you rise slowly, nails running up Daichi’s chest and he twitches under your administrations, before reaching your arms around his neck to pull him into another bruising kiss. One of his hands reaches down to grip your ass and the other makes swift work of your bra, wanting to feel your skin against his without any barriers.

”Eager aren’t y-” Daichi cuts you off with a bite to your neck and is rewarded with a gasp.

He spins you quickly, backing you into the bed until you stumble onto it. Daichi kicks off his trousers and wastes no time following you down. He groans into the kisses. He can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands. This is all that he could think about and it was all he could do to hold out this long but now that you’re here…

He pulls away abruptly and you whine lightly but he wastes no time explaining his actions. Instead he yanks at your panties and just barely finds the control to not rip them from your body in his eagerness to get to your pussy. Finally. Finally, he thinks, as his eyes roam your naked form. The rise and fall of your chest as you pant lightly, the swell of your hips into plush thighs, the plump lips of your sex, and your eyes. They stare straight into his, daring him into action.

Daichi parts your thighs and nestles himself between them, the scent of your arousal making his mouth water and his eyes glaze over. He uses his thumbs to spread you open in his bed- their bed, and god does he feel disgusted with himself, but not nearly enough to stop him from grinding his erection into the mattress at the sight of your weeping pussy. Your hole flutters as he stares and Daichi brushes the pad of his thumbs over it, entranced.

”You have no idea how fucking good you look right now,” he groans before diving in and moaning at the taste of you.

Daichi slurped eagerly between your legs, large, rough hands holding your thighs open. It stole the breath from your lungs, how eagerly he licked at you. His tongue worked wide and flat over your clit in long strokes, and then it was at your entrance to catch the grool that dripped from you. The sound of it was filthy and filled the room mixing with the symphony of your gasps and whimpers. Daichi slurped at you like a man dying of thirst. It had been weeks since your last meeting and far too many months since this whole thing had begun. Daichi was always aware of the time limit to get his fill of you and desperation worked in every action.

Your moans only drove him further into insanity as Daichi felt himself get drunker and drunker on the taste of you. You moaned with abandon. You moaned like someone who had nothing to hide. Like you didn’t care who heard you. Like you didn’t care if your sister walked into their home to find you with your legs wrapped around Daichi’s head and it only drove him to lap at you more. Your thighs trembled in his hands, flesh spilling between his fingers, and he used his grip to pull you closer. You were going to cum. He could feel it in the flex of your hole as he worked his tongue into it and Daichi knew he craved the taste of your cream far too much for him to ever stop.

”Daichi!” You gasped desperately, and then your thighs were clamped around his head, hips grinding into his mouth as you came. It tasted so sweet that Daichi was moaning along with you. He licked until your body went limp and then he crawled up from where he lay between your thighs, sucking hickeys and bruises into your skin on his way. Your chest rose and fell heavily in the aftermath of your orgasm but Daichi gave you no chance to recover as he claimed your lips as his own. He worked his tongue into your mouth and grunted when you sucked on it.

His cock throbbed painfully from where it was pressed between the two of you. Daichi ached to be inside you, hips thrusting against you subconsciously. He was so engrossed in kissing you and the sweet friction of his cock rubbing against your skin that he was grunted in surprise when his back hit the mattress and he found himself beneath you. You slid your wetness over his cock, smearing your cum over his hard skin.

”Please,” he gasped.

”Since you asked so nicely,” you said, but Daichi could hear the edge of a moan in your voice and it pleased him to know it was because of him.

He watched as you sat up on your knees and reached down to put the tip of him at your entrance but you didn’t sink down onto him just yet. You were smirking at him, at his desperation. With a growl Daichi used his hold on your hips to thrust up into you, cock breaching your walls and he moaned loudly with relief despite only barely being in you. You’d cried out when he’d done it and now your voice was hitching with whines as you worked your way down his cock slowly. Daichi bit his lip as he watched himself slide into your tight heat. It was the only way to keep himself from moaning so he could listen to you. Hearing the sounds you’d make as you filled yourself up with him was almost as good as the feeling of being inside you.

You let out a soft sigh as Daichi bottomed out that opened into a cry when he couldn’t resist thrusting up. He was back to begging, his thrusts only serving to tease the sensitive head of his cock as it ground within you.

”It’s alright baby,” you whispered gently as you rose until only the tip of him was inside you, ”I’ll take care of you.”

Unlike when you sucked at him, you took your time to slide down his cock again. You weren’t slow necessarily, but you moved with measured strokes up and down and it was driving Daichi crazy.

”So good-” Daichi’s voice broke as he moaned.

Your walls were gummy around him, squeezing and fluttering with each movement. Even now as you rode him, his hips were twitching and rocking up. He couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to stay inside you forever and each time his hips took on a life of their own Daichi could hear your breath stutter, your moans grow hoarse as he used your pussy.

”Daichi,” you moaned, breath catching in your throat on a particularly forceful thrust that had his cock kissing your cervix.

Daichi felt your rhythm falter. He could feel your walls beginning to clamp down on him and the ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. You were getting close again. You were chanting his name as Daichi tightened his grip on your hips so he could slam you down on his cock. Again and again he pulled you to him.

Your mouth had fallen open in a silent scream and then you were soaking his lap, your cum dripping down his balls. All for him. This was all for him and he loved it. He loved how your nails dug into his skin as he fucked you through your orgasm. He loved how your breath shuddered through you in sobs as you came down. And he loved how your pussy was still choking his dick as his hips refused to slow.

He was falling hard into your body and Daichi wasn’t sure he could find the way out anymore. He sat up quickly, his hips stilling as he claimed your mouth once more.

Suddenly your hand was grabbing Daichi’s chin, forcing him to pull away from you. You started to bounce once more with his face gripped in your hand. He could barely make your face out as his eyes narrowed in pleasure, but he could see the cold possession in your gaze.

“Tell me I’m better.” Daichi started lightly at the demand.

“Y/n-“

“Tell me I’m better than Aiko.” You sharply cut off his protest, your hips speeding up as you rode him.

“You- you're better.” Daichi heard himself gasp out, but the words felt like they came from someone else. “So good- so much fucking better.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” You growled and Daichi wanted to whine pitifully as he felt his balls tighten.

“I’m yours. I’m yours” Daich chanted over and over. The words were the ultimate betrayal. White blinded his vision and came harder than he ever thought he could.

Daichi knew he was ruined. That he would never let you go or stop this madness.

”Aiko will never be able to do this to you.” You whispered softly in his ear.

He knew this was a one way ride to misery, but god did it feel so right being in your arms.

“Is it your Ran-phobia again? You know he would never hurt you, right?” Rindou once again tried to calm your nerves. He could see your hands shaking while you fixed your shoes in the rack at the entrance of his house.

You tried to ignore the constant thought of who else lived in this house since you’ve promised some home-cooked meals, and Rindou promised some quality time together. After he became an executive at Bonten, there was almost no time to enjoy with your long-time friend.

“How do you know that, Rin? He looks at me… weirdly! And he's just... He’s just...” you shivered, just thinking about it.

“We’ve been through this before; you can’t keep running the other way around every time my brother appears; besides, I would never let Ran touch-”

“You wouldn't let me touch what?” the moment you heard his voice, your body hid behind Rindou’s, praying that the older Haitani ignored your presence, but that wasn't the case. “Oh? This?” His hand tried to grab your waist, only for Rindou to groan in annoyance and catch his brother’s wrist in the process.

“Can you not?” Rindou knew his brother enjoyed this game he played by himself. Not you, though; you were clutching the back of his shirt in terror.

At first, Rindou thought Ran had done something to you, his only friend, the only person the younger Haitani trusted with his life, other than Ran, that is. But that wasn't the case; you frantically told Rindou that Ran hadn't done anything, yet, you added with an empty laugh. But the older Haitani made the alarms in your head go ballistic. Rindou could guess why.

The problem grew when Ran learned about your fear of him. Using it against you for entertainment purposes, he once said. The joy it brought him every time you used his brother as a shield, every time you stuttered when greeting him, and oh! His favorite, every time he gets close enough to see your pupils expand in terror, your elaborated breath as he came closer, parted lips to let more oxygen flow in... And it all ends too soon for him because Rindou would go and scold him like he was a problematic child.

Which brought him back to the present, Rindou tightly holding Ran’s wrist. Ran had to accept that Rindou’s reactions weren't that bad, most of the time. His little brother trying to private something from him gets him going. Ran’s been waiting to snatch Rindou’s favorite toy for a while now.

Ran Haitani wants you, the little friend Rindou protects with so much fervor, the only woman that has been denied to him. But Ran wasn’t going to tell that to his brother.

“Rindou, it's okay,” you softly whispered, still not coming out from your hiding spot, “He- he- hello, Ran.”

“Okay, she greeted you, now please for once, let her be,” Rindou never understood the purpose of this, once he suspected Ran did it to annoy him, but there were countless other things Ran could do, so that was not the reason.

“But I haven’t,” Ran said, the eldest Haitani didn't look at his brother, not even once, “let me see you’re pretty face, Y/N, so I can say hi properly,” Ran’s gaze was on Rindou’s left side, where he believed you would pop out. And he was right on the money. You peeked from behind Rindou, and surprise! surprise! Ran was there, staring directly at you. Those heavy-lidded purple eyes were suffocating you. The older Haitani was delighted the moment he saw your eyes open wide, those big doe eyes that Rindou could stare at as much as he wanted. while, Ran had to be satisfied with fast glimpses. That wasn't fair, now, was it?

Someone up there, sky or heaven, must have thought the same as Ran because not soon after he thought about the unfairness of his situation, Rindou’s phone began to ring. The youngest Haitani picked up but not before giving his brother a warning glare.

Soon, Ran would find it was the sound of an opportunity.

From what you could gather from the call, it was Sanzu on the phone, and you knew what that meant. After hanging up, Rindou informed Ran of an emergency, then turned to you and apologized. Explaining he needed to go and that he would reschedule your date night. The younger Haitani looked at you apologetically. This wasn't a new thing for you, but it still hurt, and Rindou knew that.

Both brothers moved, suits impeccable, wristwatches back in place, and last but not least, you saw them place their guns back in their holsters. That was a cold reminder of what they do out there.

You saw them about to leave—your hand stopped Rindou by the door, heart on your throat, beating wildly—scared of the what if’s.

“Please be careful, Rin,” forgotten were your surroundings as you said that, staring straight into his purple orbs—your hand moved higher on his arm, giving a slight squeeze. For his comfort or yours? You didn’t know. Maybe you wanted to feel that something was real before he crossed that frame, not just words and wishes and... to ignore an unpredictable future awaiting for the two of you.

Ran observed the scene unfold before him, clenching his jaw at the distressed face you wore for his brother. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Y/N, I’ll be there to watch his back,” no, he couldn't hold back from interrupting and making you jump at the closeness of his voice, “but what about me? Wish me luck, hmm?”

“Ran...” Rindou’s warning tone was there again.

“Rin,” you pulled at his sleeve, averting his attention from his brother, not wanting to cause problems before any of their jobs, “I’ll stay and prepare some dishes and leave them on the fridge, kay?” Rindou nodded as he pulled your head towards his lips and left a kiss on your temple.

“Can I kiss you goodbye too?” You didn't need to look to know how close Ran was, the heat of his body already reaching your own—body petrified, not knowing what to do as panic raised in your guts.

“Ran! Hurry the fuck up!” An irritated Rindou shouted, and as always, Rindou saved the day. The youngest Haitani was mad at Sanzu for calling and interrupting; then there was his brother; Ran couldn't leave you alone even for a second, and that infuriated Rindou to no end.

“Hmmm, maybe when I get back, you give me one as a reward for keeping your dear Rindou safe,” Ran threw a wink your way before closing the door after him.

And so... you were left alone. Breathing became easier once your mind acknowledged Ran Haitani wasn't present anymore. Time went by in a blink of an eye. If you were honest with yourself, cooking for two men that ate like four was an exhausting but gratifying activity.

All the food now rested in the fridge. You didn’t notice how late it was when you finished cleaning after your cooking, the darkness of the night peeking through the windows at the Haitani’s household—When suddenly, the loud bang of the entrance’s door and heavy grunts startled you.

Ran had a rough day, from Rindou bringing you home without telling him to almost losing said brother that same day because of the god-forsaken job. The job, Sanzu had assigned them was not an easy task, but when were they?

The dumbass of his brother had his head in the clouds, probably thinking of you, and Ran doesn't blame him. You were astonishingly beautiful, breathtaking. But Rindou had to be thinking about your pussy, one that ran still hasn't tasted, when the loose ends they had to take care began shooting at them. Two bullets grazed his left side, nothing life-threatening, but a lot of red liquid drenched his shirt. If Ran hadn't pushed Rindou, those two grazes would have been holes in his brother’s skull.

Rindou had freaked out, Kakucho sent Ran home, Sanzu laughed his ass off, and Mikey ignored the whole thing. The usual. The youngest Haitani decided to stay and cover for Ran; there was still some stuff left to do at the HQ.

So once Ran got home, ready to sleep the night away, the last thing he expected was to see your eyes staring back at him in the hallway, eyes that examined the red stain on his left side and opened wide in shock. Before Ran could mutter a word, you pulled him by the arm towards the kitchen, plopping his body on a chair and then walking away. Not a minute later, you came back with the first aid kit.

“I think I did die,” Ran blinked multiple times, still not believing what you were about to do, “where did my scaredy-cat go?”

“I might be scared of you, but I don't want Rindou’s brother dead, and I'm not your anything,” oh... So he was Rindou’s brother, not Ran, not a man in your eyes? Not a man on his own? Ran was always the headline of the story; he came first, but never for you. And that infuriated him to no end.

Ran saw you kneeling beside his injured side, ending the conversation with your I’m-not-yours statement. Your fingers worked with the buttons on his shirt, faster than what Ran hoped for. Never did your gaze stir from its goal, his injury. Sad was the eldest Haitian; not once did you admire his sculpted body, the black patterns adorning his skin. He was a mare patient, and you the doctor.

The prior disappointment didn't last long since Ran decided to take this as an opportunity to admire you instead. The sting of the dark disinfectant liquid wasn't doing anything to him; he was too focused on your furrowed brows, on the feeling of your fingers on his skin, the soft blow of hair your nose made. The simple thought that Rindou could have this any day made his chest tighten, instantly remembering that Rindou wasn't here.

His injuries were minors; he acknowledged that and having you playing nurse all for him, all concerned, even if it was for the wrong reasons, made his cock throb in his pants. You kept touching his exposed skin, leaning your weight on his leg, looking for support. Ran took a decision. He had to take you now. Enough was enough.

Abruptly, you were roughly pulled up from your kneeling position on the floor. Ran yanked your body and sat you on his lap; the beating of your heart clogged your ears, and as much as you wanted to escape from him, you couldn't. You were petrified.

“Now, this is so much better, right?” said Ran. You felt his hands hold your wrist; you couldn't do anything, too scared to move, too frightened to think straight. His hands moved yours, placing them on his hard chest, “feel this?” Your palms cruised through the thick muscles on his abdomen, traveling up and down on his grip, “All yours, baby,” at his words, Ran saw you blink for the first time in a while, and that's when he took the chance finally join your lips together.

Ran was kissing you so good as his hands roamed all over your body—gripping, twisting, handling you to consume it all. You could feel his groans and grunts vibrate through you. This was a feral Ran Haitani; this was the Ran you should have feared. But surprisingly, you didn't. Yes, you were scared, but not like before; it was a different kind of danger, you realized too late.

Having you on his lap, heating cheeks, cristal eyes, panting from just kissing. Ran wanted to ruin his brother’s favorite toy and make one for himself out of the pieces he would leave. If he left any, that is.

Ran wore a crazed look, smirking as you placed your hands on his chest, attempting to create some space. For what? He didn't care because he didn't let you. Clashing his lips once again, on yours. His big hands surrounded your ass, squeezing it, almost painfully; you couldn't help but moan out loud, and Ran took the opportunity to invade your mouth, tongue placating yours, slurping your drool as he took your tongue out, molding his lips around it.

He loved how you let him do whatever he pleased, not once naming his younger brother; the only sounds leaving your busy mouth were mewls and what he believed were your attempts to scream his name. Still with both hands placed on your ass, Ran began rocking your clothed cunt against the bulge in his pant. And Oh, how pretty you sounded. He sucked your tongue harder, pressing his lips more to keep it in place. Your jaw was beginning to strain; the gripping of his fingers on your supple flesh burned your soft skin.

Ran held you with want, with need, with desperation.

Dizzy, that's how you felt. Being held by Rindou’s older brother was different from what you thought. Ran was overwhelming, consuming, a storm taking over your foggy brain. You couldn't believe you were sitting on his bulge, rubbing each other with clothes on. But you couldn't stop, even if your common screamed at you to stop, that it was a mistake, you were unable to do so.

For the first time in his life, Ran Haitani was impatient. As much of a gentleman, he wanted to be for you; you were the one that impeded him from doing so. You were so sweet, his precious girl; you will have to forgive him because he couldn't hold back anymore. Forplay be damned, you could take him.

Ran abruptly stood up, making the chair he once sat hit the floor with a boisterous clatter. He held you as if you weighted nothing—hands pressing you harder against his chest as his fingers dug deeper in your buttcheeks. Never did his lips let yours go. Air, such a fundamental need, seemed to no longer matter for his lungs. Ran wanted to live of you.

In a couple of long strides, Ran took you to his bedroom, dropping both of your bodies on the sheets, letting his mouth wander freely all over your neck. You felt his teeth sink in your pulse point, tongue lapping over your skin, making you shudder under him. Clothes flew everywhere, ripping sounds that you suspected belonged to your now gone underwear joined the creaks of the bed. In no time, the both of you were freed, bare for each other. Ran was positioning himself between your legs, the head of his cock already nudging at your entrance.

“Ran- n-no! i-it’s n-not gn-!” Your muffled cries only fueled his desire. Rindou prepares you better, or that was what you were going to say before you heard Ran speak.

“Believe me; I would lap at your pussy, all day if I could, have this pretty pussy slobbering down my wrist, fingers so deep,” he grunted, pushing his cock deeper in your hole, “fuck, my mouth waters just thinking of it,” another push and a whine of your own, “now, understand that I’ve been craving you since Rindou brought you to our house,” Ran felt your warm walls pushing him out, you were so tight, “I wanted to be civil, ask you out, be the pretty boy in your eyes, just like my brother,” he fought against it, the insides of your pussy pushing him out, “but no, for years you got me in second place. I’m gonna show you how much I want to be first in your eyes,” with one last push, he shoved his cock up to the hilt. Ran moaned louder and louder; he couldn't hold back; you were hugging him so fucking tight.

Scratches of your nails adorned Ran’s back; he couldn't move; you felt too good. A mess, the both of you were a panting mess on the sheets. As if time had stopped and that moment would last forever.

Ran was so absorbed by the moment, he didn't hear you scream his name nor the approaching of someone.

“Raaaaaan!”

As soon as Rindou stepped foot through the entrance, he heard your scream, screaming his older brother’s name. Never had he moved so fast in his life.

Rindou Haitani knows things. He knows how Sanzu keeps sweets in his pockets in case Mikey needs one. He knows Kakucho likes raspberry tea. He knows you like him more than his brother. And he knows Ran Haitani wanted to eat you alive. And that gave him so much satisfaction. For once, Rindou got something his brother could never—glad of your Ranphobia because you showed your distaste for Ran, the only person that only looked at Rindou Haitani and never wanted to see Ran, was you.

Sometimes Rindou regrets taking you home that day; he should have kept you locked up for himself; that excuse of best friends was what it was, an excuse.

Yes, Rindou Haitani didn't want a best friend when he met you. But as time passed, he did what he feared the most. He fell hard for you. And he was hoping you did too, which is something he still doubts. You were practically his; your first time was his, so was your second, and third and fourth. But a label was never placed, and you didn't ask either. So he kept it as friendship because it wasn't just sex.

The biggest bullshit he could have done. You could have a ring on your finger by now; hell, you could have been carrying his baby by now. Maybe Ran was right about him; Rindou was afraid.

Regrets and nothing else were present right now because as soon as he got to the source of the scream, he wanted to turn around and never come back. What was the point of being afraid?

Rindou saw his brother balls deep in you—your struggling form under Ran as you sobbed uncontrollably. Rindou moved before he knew what he was doing. He pulled his brother’s hips away from you, throwing the latter to the floor. Your big puffy eyes stared back at him. Rindou wasted no time grabbing your ankle; he tugged you towards him. Rindou inspected your face, then your neck and body. He was Furious, and the clenching of his fist indicated that. Bites and marks on your skins that didn't belong to him, your lips were swollen, pupils dilated. Rindou pulled your head on his chest, cradling your confused face. You wanted to tell him that you were okay, but your words didn't come out fast enough because Ran beat you to it.

“Way to ruin the fun, Rin,” you didn't miss the annoyed tone on Ran’s voice, neither did Rindou, who tensed at hearing Ran.

“Shut the fuck up,” Rindou still gave his back to Ran.

“What is she to you anyway? Hmm? I want her as my woman. I want her, no inhibitions,” Ran stood up, still naked, and made his way towards the two of you, “if you don't want her like that, well, I fucking do,” you couldn't see Ran, but the way he spoke... With so much confidence, so sure of himself. It made your insides go wild as if a fucking zoo had taken over your inner organs. You were burning up in the arms of another.

“Fuck off, Ran, she’s-” Rindou hesitated, not knowing what was the right thing to say, “my friend, yeah, my friend,” and that wasn’t it. You felt like someone had stabbed you on the chest and twisted the blade. You wanted to run, as far as you could. The arms wrapped around you didn’t feel right.

“Why don't you sound convinced?” Ran pressed, “you’re a coward, what are you scared of?” Ran grabbed Rindou’s shoulder and harshly turned him around.

“Scared?!” spat Rindou, “Fucking scared?! I’m not sharing what’s mine! Only mine! You just want her because she belongs to me!” He squeezed you even harder; air left your lungs for a second.

“Yours? Don’t make me laugh! You keep her at arm's length! Maybe you made her scared of me so that-”

“Oh my god! Both of you shut up!” pushing Rindou away; you stood up with the sheets wrapped around your body, “If you’re gonna fight, I'm gone,” you began to walk towards the door pulling the large sheets from Ran’s bed with you.

Your action snapped them back on their senses. Lucid once again, the Haitani brothers knew what to do. Both brothers glanced at each other, and without a word, they moved simultaneously. Ran and Rindou stepped on the sheet you were carrying, making it fall off your body, leaving you naked, showing your back to their wandering eyes.

“Wha-” you began to say.

“You’re not leaving,” replied Rindou.

“Yeah, we’re gonna talk,” Ran continued after his brother.

“A second ago, you were about to-” you stood bewildered. They were at each other throats just now.

“It happens,” they said at the same time. You blinked.

“It happens,” you mocked them under your breath when suddenly a smack on your asscheek made you jump and squeak in surprise. Rindou’s large palm rested on your ass; then he gripped it, pushing you against his chest once again. Instantly you felt a second body behind you; Ran placed kisses on the nape of your neck, his hands scurried under your chest, massaging them, molding them to the shape of his palms. “What- what about the talking?” You said, panting.

“We are,” Rindou slid a finger between your legs, slowly touching your swollen bud, making your body tremble, how your body relaxed to the familiar touch. On its own, it moved; unconsciously, you searched for Rindou’s warmth and Ran noticed. The older Haitani, with a frustrated groan, pulled you back, rubbing your ass on his pulsating cock, smearing precum on the surface. “Jealous much?” taunted the younger Haitani, “marking her like a dog,” darkly chuckled Rindou at his older brother's desperation.

“So what if I am,” answered Ran, trying to take as much of you as possible. Gripping, palming every inch of skin with urgency.

They were behaving like two children fighting for a toy. One tugged, the other pulled.

“Don’t forget, she’s mine, Ran,” the smile on Rindou’s face was present in each word.

You didn't notice when Rindou had discarded his clothes nor when they had moved to the bed. Ran placed you on his brother’s lap, pushing you flush against Rindou; the older Haitani dipped in for a kiss knowing Rindou would be watching. And you gave in, like a lifeless doll to their mercy.

Meanwhile, you were barely keeping your head straight, a mess of mewls and moans, not minding their senseless banter. If it weren't for their large hands holding you, you would have crumbled to the floor. Too lost in the feeling of Rindou’s fingertips playing with you, the heat of their bodies overwhelming your senses.

“Ah- baby, I love those lips,” breathed Ran, “wanna have them wrapped around me.”

“Get to work first,” interrupted Rindou, “don't think I didn't notice how tight my baby was; you asshole didn't prep her.”

“Of course, sorry, pretty,” looking at you, Ran’s eyes twinkled, his lips left a trail of wet kisses as he moved down while Rindou spread your legs with his own, giving space for Ran to settle there.

And it was true, all Ran said earlier. He had your cunt slobbering on his chin in no time. Slurping sounds reigned in the room; your whimpers drowned in Rindou’s mouth. Rindou had you locked on his limbs, and as much as you wanted to close your legs, you couldn't. He didn't let you.

One orgasm, done, and your lucid mind was gone; it was all like a hazy dream. Ran didn't like the spotlight taken away from him, and as soon as he noticed your high was fading away, he sucked your bud—tongue, harshly pressed lines back and forth. Ran was desperately trying to draw another release from you. Your throaty moans of his name sent him into a frenzy, inserting two fingers in as his tongue lapped heavily on your bundle of nerves. The flicks of his wrists and scissoring motions of his fingers on your gummy walls had your hips bucking, only to be stopped by Rindou’s hold on your body.

“She’s so fucking tight, ain't she, Ran?” said Rindou, dick twitching and leaking just at the thought of your heat wrapped around him.

With a pop, Ran let your clit go, replacing his tongue with his thumb as his fingers continued to force themselves in, “fucking precious, Rindou, her pretty little cunt won't let me in,” replied Ran before going back to his task.

-

“Again,” said Rindou as your body shook in his grip. His arms surrounded your form, hand on your neck, teeth clinging to your soft earlobe. Another orgasm by Ran’s tongue had your eyes rolling back, drenching the older Haitani as he kept eating you out on Rindou’s lap.

“Wa... Want you in me,” You breathless whisper caught their attention. You could only withstand so much like this.

“Who?” asked Rindou, biting the shell of your ear.

-

Ran laid down with you on top, holding your legs at each side of his waist, his cock covered in your juices, pressed between your clit and his lower stomach. But he couldn't stick it in, not when Rindou was currently shoving his cock from behind and in between your pussy lips. The younger Haitani held your arms back as leverage for his incessant thrusts; Ran glided your body, grinding your puffy bundle of nerves over his cock again and again, making a mess, as his brother rammed in you. The slick dripping from your cunt worked as a lubricant for his aching cock. Moans, grunts, and each other names flew left and right. The whole room boomed with filthy sounds.

Ran doesn't remember you answering Rindou’s question. Not that you didn't want to, but your brain was too deep in the ache of your gaping hole to care. Not that it mattered when you were making a mess on his stomach.

Rindou kept an animalistic pace, your head bobbing up and down from the force of his hips colliding with the plump of your ass. “Look at her, Ran, beautiful, so fucking perfect creaming on my cock,” Rindou held your face by the cheeks, directing your fucked expression to his brother. Your walls clenched on Rindou’s shaft at his words, your half-lidded eyes connected with Ran’s. The latter groaned at the sight.

You were close, again, the avalanche-like tremors already beginning. Rindou had to push harder to stay in, your walls closing on him, pushing him out—deadly grip on. A string of curses left both brothers’ lips. One too lost on the feeling, and the other too lost on your contorted face of pleasure—a dream for both. The friction created by the constant movement of Rindou’s hips, Ran’s cock bumping your clit, and the wave of praises from whispered to your ears had you cumming in no time. Not far from you was Rindou, flooding your insides in his warm translucent fluids. As Ran saw the both of you reach your peak, the knot on the tip of his cock broke, dirtying your stomach and his. Not a care in the world. Your whines and mewls didn't stop as Rindou kept pumping you full, holding you tight against his chest, not letting you sink on his brother.

Loud breathings and sweating bodies on Ran’s mattress. After your high, Rindou had rolled to the side, still holding you.

“So... When can I have her?” said Ran.

“Never. This is a one-time thing,” replied Rindou as he brushed his fingers through your hair.

“What?!” Ran abruptly sat up.

“Shhh, Y/N’s sleeping,” whispered-shouted Rindou.

“Bullshit, I wanna hold her too,” argued Ran.

“Get your own,” answered Rindou.

“She’s not yours,” insisted Ran.

“At least she’s not scared of me!” countered Rindou.

And the discussion continued for a while. Brothers. You mentally reprimanded yourself; you had to love one and be scared shitless of the other. But now you know why... maybe you liked the latter a little bit too much.

“Told you she’s awake,” Ran nagged to his brother once he saw you smile. “I’ll go and prepare a bath.”

“I can’t do this anymore,” with tears in your eyes, you told Kakucho what has been in your heart for a long time. “I’m done, Kakucho, I’m done being afraid,” not waiting for a reply from the man on the phone, you left.

How naive of you to think he wouldn't find you; not even a day had passed, and he brought you back to his place. You didn't want to come back; Kakucho needed to let you go. “You’re not fooling anyone; it's not love! Kakucho, this isn't love!” you cried out empty excuses.

“No,” a simple no, was all he gave you. Kakucho walked up to where your trembling form stood, “you’re not leaving me,” a part of you was relieved he still wanted you. Yet another part wanted to claw her way out.

You’ve never been without him. From childhood friends to blurry lines in your teenage years to now, declaring you his to the whole criminal world. And you... for Kakucho, you were the only constant thing in his entire life. His parents left him, Izana left him; he would never let you leave him. No matter what he went through, you were there. And he intended to keep it that way.

Since he lost Izana, everything changed. That wasn't the man you fell in love with once upon a time. That wasn't Kakucho, not after he decided to let his dark side take over, he became ruthless—pain followed his step. The things you’ve seen and turned a blind eye to. Was this really who you are now?

With panic and fear present in your eyes from all those years, you stared at his impassive face as he sat on the edge of the bed, realizing what would come your way; your legs moved on their own accord, walking after him. “Sit,” Kakucho calmly gestured for you to sit in the space between his spread legs. He didn't touch you; he waited—observed your back press against his naked chest. Strands of your hair tickled his skin.

Kakucho’s hands wandered around your figure; he felt you tense at his action. “Doll, please, relax,” he murmured in your ear—hot air making your skin crawl. He sensed your distant mind, how you were rejecting his advances. Not a word traveled through your lips, but he already knew you wanted to curse at him, push him away.

With a deep sigh, Kakucho hurled you over to the bed; your back hit the soft surface as his body loomed over yours. The weight of his muscles over your body felt so familiar, yet so strange. He attached his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses up to your lips.

Taking hold of your chin, Kakucho opened your mouth, “Lies, I keep you safe; why would you be afraid,” he spoke to your opened lips, “you still love me, and I will always love you,” he answered your early claims that still ran around in his head. Slowly, he entered his wet muscle, tongue shoving yours, teeth pulling, even biting. Almost silent mewls flew out of your throat, only for them to end up swallowed by Kakucho. As he detached himself from you, a string of saliva was left in between the two of you, “I know you want me,” you instinctively nodded, and a soft, almost inaudible yes crossed your lips because it was true. But you’ll never want him as much as he wanted you. Nobody loved like him.

Sensing that you were beginning to move to his tune, Kakucho groaned in delight. You were his pretty thing. Only his. How could you leave him when he treated you this good? Kakucho didn't understand your reasoning nor wanted to.

“Kakucho I-” you began, trying to grasp the last remains of rational thoughts in your mind. But your words weren't heard. His hands furiously roamed your form, yanking at your clothes in desperation. Thinking of you leaving him clouded his sight. He wanted to feel you close; he needed to have you.

You both were bare on the sheets, Kakucho firmly gripping your tighs over his head as you tried to pull away. “T- that’s too much! Ka- Kakucho!” His tongue is flat on your clit—heavy strokes making heat pool in your center. He had been sucking, savoring your juices for a while now. You had come, once, twice on his tongue. If you pushed his head away, he would clasp his lips and suck even harder; Kakucho wasn't giving you any space to rest. He didn't care about anything other than your pleasure, trying to make you understand how good he was for you and that he deserved every bit of you.

“You taste so good, Doll,” you glanced down and whimpered; you saw his lips and chin covered in your glistening fluids, “How were you gonna private me from this?” He gave one last lick, for a second contemplating the option of staying there, buried deep in between your tighs, but he decided to move away from your quivering cunt. There's plenty of time in the future for him to taste you.

Once again, Kakucho’s rough hands moved you, pushing you on your stomach. He pinned your body down with his—lips brushing your naked back.

Hoisting your hips up a little, he felt your plush ass brush his cock, and a grunt escaped him—a hand guided his cock in between your folds, covering his length with your slick as the tip nudged your bud, making you whine at the contact. A couple of strokes later, and you felt him opening your entrance, the stretch of his cock entering your hole burned deliciously. Your warm walls were clamping around his member. Both of you let out throaty moans in unison.

“...s too deep!” Doesn't matter how many times you take him; it's too much, but it felt so good. You were already drooling against the pillows.

“I know, Doll, but your pussy likes it; I can feel it tugging me in,” Kakucho gave a little push, and again, your mewls pleased his ears. He pressed your head down; your squeals were drowned against the mattress as his other hand slipped between the bed and your body, gripping your chest as his fingers dug your soft flesh.

Your moans filled the air as his hips began to move with a bruising force. Each impact of his hips earned him a yelp from you that mixed with the squelching sounds of your cunt taking his cock in. Kakucho wanted you to submit again, to accept you belonged here, like this, under him, taking him all in.

Chest pressed to your back, hot tears appearing in your eyes. The overwhelming sensation of having your movements restricted by the weight of Kakucho’s body as he pounded your dripping hole from behind, hips clashing against the softness of your ass, filled your senses. You loved it, the vulnerability, the helplessness. He wasn't taking control; you were giving it up willingly.

“Don't move, Doll. Let me. Feel me throb in you,” you hear him grunt at the back of your neck. The only thing you can do is whine because you feel him. Your pussy fluttering around the length of his cock feels every twitch and shove.

He felt your cunt clench; you were close, and so was Kakucho. The satisfaction of making you cream on his cock would never cease. Each and every time only got better.

“That’s my girl, cum for me,” Kakucho mumbled in your ear. He listened to your pleas, incoherent versions of his name that left your drooling mouth. You looked so pretty under him like this. He desperately needed to see you come undone; lifting your hips, his hand reached your clit—middle finger pressing circles on your bundle of nerves had you screaming in no time, a toes-curling release, thighs shaking as your wet hole clutched him. Feeling your cunt cover him in your release sent Kakucho over the edge as well. “Fuck- Doll, you’re so fucking tight,” and He came, spluttering obscenities as his pulsating cock filled you. He grabbed your hips and pushed your ass plush against his own.

You felt him fall on top of you, weight almost crushing you, but you only whimpered, enjoying every second of that moment, that high.

“I never knew my place, but I know now it's always with you, always,” He was no longer a kind and goofy boy; Now, you saw a man, lost in the path he embarked on, and you were the only thing he could hang onto to keep him sane. “You’re never gonna leave me,” he kept repeating those words against your skin, more to himself than for you to hear.

“I- I’ll stay,” tears blurred your vision; you couldn't leave. You couldn't leave him. “it’s easier for me to stay,” you murmured the last words for yourself now.

And he reached his limit after one meeting gone wrong.

You were helping any of the executives as much as you could, always going an extra mile if necessary. At a small break, Kakucho had dropped his coffee on you. Kindly, he offered his own shirt, but you bashfully denied explaining how it probably wouldn't fit you. Being on the bigger side gave you many insecurities. With time you learned to accept them and be open about them.

That caused a rain of compliments from each and every Bonten member, except Sanzu, who had his knuckles white. Takeomi even went as far as to touch your cheek. And that is when you jumped away—mumbling about a spear shirt at Sanzu’s office.

After changing, you were about to leave when suddenly you were caged against the wall.

“I’m so fucking tired of you!” Sanzu’s hand hit the wall next to your head. You could feel his heavy breathing hot on your face. “Tired of you walking all over the place like nobody can see you, accepting all those praises and flushing for other men,” his body was pressing yours, leaving lo gap in between.

Sanzu was feral; how could he not? When all you do is sway your big hips at his meetings? Every time you bend over to pick up papers, you're cleavage shows. Sanzu sees how the Haitani brothers gawk at you, how Kokonoi always asks for you to pick up a pen from the floor, how Takeomi asks if you're feeling okay when you blush, and he takes the chance to touch you. Just the thought of them near you makes him roar in anger. You let out whimpers at his sudden behavior.

“I- I’m sorry, Haru. I didn't-” In a flash, Sanzu’s lips were on you, aggressively devouring your moans, his tongue clashing with yours, the full taste of his mouth hit yours, making you dizzy. One of his hands held your chin up and harshly squeezed your round cheeks in between his fingers, making your lips forcefully open for him. Those blue orbs of his demanded your full attention, your obedience, and you had no other option but to comply. Even if you shied away at first, you still did it with no doubts in your actions. Slowly, you stuck out your tongue for him, giving a tiny whine when the cold air hit your wet muscle.

Some of his prior anger vanished, seeing your submissive display for him. He adores his baby, his and only his. Sanzu took hold of your tongue with his teeth, not biting but still applying slight pressure on it. He had you squirming in between his chest and the wall. Giving a last squeeze to your cheeks, he freed your face from his grip only to imprison your tongue in his mouth. Sanzu sucked, bit, pulled your tongue even harder. Nibbling at your swollen lips. Drool was beginning to fall from your connected mouths, but Sanzu didn't care; he just wanted to feel you more and more until his hunger ceased. To stop thinking about what the others would do to his baby.

But that wasn't going to happen soon.

“This,” he angrily massaged your ass, “and this” he cupped your heat “is mine,” Sanzu groaned in your ear, biting your earlobe, your neck to finally get to your chest. He contemplated the clothes hugging your body tightly, and groaned at the sight. But a flash of fury crossed his eyes when he thought back to his meeting and how Bonten watched his baby. He began to yank desperately at your clothes; buttons flew in every direction as he ruined your blouse. “Stop showing what's mine to everyone,” he groaned once more, seeing your skin change from flushed pink to an angry red.

Not soon after, your bra was pulled down, freeing your boobs, earning a yelp from you. “Do you know how much Ran and Rindou stare at my pretty fucking titties?” He pinched your nipples. Whimpers after whimpers left your lips; Sanzu played with your chest as he pleased, not minding how sensible you were at the moment. A playful twinkle shone in his turbulent ocean eyes, “Answer me,” he pressed. Sanzu didn't give you time to think coherent words as he engulfed your left breast on his mouth, jaw hurting at how much he wanted to take in. He bit around your aureola as his tongue played with your perked nipple.

“They- They don't!” You almost screamed, “they wouldn't look at someone like m-” Sanzu didn't let you finish; he didn't even want those thoughts to appear in your mind. He hated that. With three fingers in your mouth, he kept you quiet. Whining when you felt the tips of his finger massage the back of your throat.

“Don't be so naive, love.” Sanzu bitterly chuckled, “who wouldn’t? Even old Takeomi,” Sanzu huffed in disgust at the memory of his brother ogling at you earlier, “goes hard at your plush tighs and your soft body,” he whispered, hands making a beeline for your waist, “So,” hold tightened, “fucking soft,” his nose caressing your cheek, “and only for me, right?” You nodded, feeling his lashes tickle your cheek. “But who wouldn't want to hold my baby? Hmm?”

“I wouldn't let them,” you squeaked at him. Long fingers tapped against the elastic of your high-waisted underwear.

“Hmm, good, I know you wouldn't,” his eyes scanned you from head to toe, “But that doesn't mean they won't try to take what they like.” there was that crazed look beginning to emerge on Sanzu.

“B- but- I’m yours,” you softly let out in between puffs of air, looking directly at him with glossy eyes. You didn't know what happened; something snapped inside Sanzu. He brutally pulled at your skirt, breaking the zipper and discarding your underwear with it.

Sanzu loses his mind every time you say who you belong to. As if it was common knowledge. As if the entire world has to know your his. Like you didn't understand why someone would want what's his. He rejoiced in that feeling. Ignoring the throbbing pain on his cock, he kneeled in front of you. Sanzu wanted more of you, all of you, and relish in knowing he’s the only one to get you like this, “fuck everyone, the only thing they can do is watch,” with his fingers, Sanzu opened your lower lips. A moan left his lips at the sight of your glistening insides, “I’m the only one who gets to taste my baby’s pussy.”

“N- no! Sanzu! I haven't cl-” you pleas were unheard. Sanzu gave a long lick in between your legs, from your hole to your aching bud. He kept lapping your juices, firm strokes of his tongue on your clit, moans from how heavenly you tasted vibrated on your cunt. Sanzu’s slurping sounds merged with your cries. Timidly and in between tears, you looked down. Only to be trapped by dark blue eyes, intensely staring back at you. You couldn't look away now. The pattern of his stimulations was the same, but his intensity shifted. Soft but consistent licks at your clit sent shivers through your whole body. Your little moans acted as music to his ears, and you felt him smile.

Seeing him uncomfortable, you decided to say something. “Hakkai, you know that you don’t have to, right?” you’ve seen your friend be a nervous wreck before in countless different situations, but today? He was particularly jumpy and fidgety.

“I know. Y/N, look, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just I’ve never been to one of... those... stores before” Hakkai couldn’t even look at you as he voiced out his thoughts.

“Ohh… I see, this is my first time too,” a little laugh escaped you, “Hakkai, you worry too much, it’s not like we are going to rob the store or anything. Besides, I’m gonna be fast. Promise! In and out,” you said, holding your pinky finger out to him.

“I’m just saying that it’s weird to go and buy a vi- vi- bre..” he inhaled a significant amount of air and exhaled before continuing, “Go to a s- se-” a whack sound made you jump. Hakkai just slapped both hands on his cheeks, leaving red marks with the shape of his palms.

Replacing his hands with yours, you cued at his cute face. “Just say it, vibrator and sex shop. It’s not a big deal” you said, shaking his head side to side.

The train opened its doors, and you both realized that it was your stop. Stepping down, Hakkai continued where the conversation was left off, “I’m not saying it’s an other-worlding activity, it's…” intertwining your arm with his, he changed the subject. “Anyway, why are you doing this?”

“To be honest, I’m planning to drop men, dating and all for a while, I need more me time and hmmmm… focus on my goals. BUT! I don’t wanna kill my sex life, you know?” You were practically skipping to match with Hakkai’s long strides.

At your answer, Hakkai faltered his step, almost taking you down as well, “Y/N, Sorry!” He knew you had a life outside your friendship with him, but it just took him by surprise. Well, that and the fact that you have way more experience than him in certain aspects… such as… sex.

It didn’t take long for both to reach your destination, a sex shop with the ostentatious mannequins with lingerie and bunny ears on the shop’s window. Hakkai, per se, wasn’t a virgin but he wasn’t used to this much explicitness whatsoever. You, on the other hand, have made your proper research about dildos, vibratos, and female toys in general. Not wanting anything too flashy nor a big-ass dick-sized silicone thing, you were looking for something compact and easy to hide, just in case, so a small vibrator would do the job, you thought.

A light ding announced your arrival to the store, and a male clerk nodded his head at Hakkai and you, acknowledging your presence.

“Hello, if you are looking for bondage items, those are on aisle two, vibrators for couples on aisle four, and plugs and dildos near the entrance,” the monotone voice from the clerk made you both jump.

“I- I n-no..” Hakkai was a sweating and babbling mess, trying to save the poor man from more embarrassment; you cut through his speech. “Hi, no quite what I am looking for. Do you know where I can find those small pills or bullet-like vibrators?”

“Yeah, just a sec” responded the clerk.

Suddenly, the whole situation came down on Hakkai. He didn’t realize until now that you were literally about to buy something that would go down on your intimate parts or more… and then get you off. A strange tingling feeling started to build on his lower regions, just by picturing your face contorted in ecstasy.

A woman came from the back of the store and signaled for you to follow her, she eyed you both up and down which had Hakkai gripping your arm a little tighter. “I assume this is your first rodeo with a toy,” she said as you gave her an affirmative nod. Walking after her, she stood next to a shelf full of items of different colors and shapes. “Is he gonna use them on you? or..”

Hakkai didn’t let her finish. “No! No....” a red tomato would have passed as a light pink tomato next to Hakkai’s face.

“I see… okay. Miss, I take it you want to inspect the shelf a little, right?” you nodded again, she smiled and said, “Well, I leave you to it then. Anything else you need please just let me know.” When she said you, she literally implied you by yourself since she ended up taking Hakkai with her.

“I’m sorry to intrude, but I guess she doesn’t know you like her like that,” the woman said, pointing to Hakkai’s prominent bulge in his pants.

If the earth could swallow him right now… he was going to answer when you came holding a small box in hand and went straight to the cashier. Hakkai didn’t think about his next actions; catching up with you, he grabbed your wrist before you could even put down the object.

“Y/N, don’t buy it” He was sure things would change drastically after this.

“What? Hakkai , what do you mean no?” You were lost… what was going on.

“I will help you” silence and your clueless face was the answer he got to such a bold statement.

So that’s how you were standing fuming on the train back home with a Hakkai that looked like a kicked puppy and no vibrator. Worst part? There were no seats available, and you both had to stand since it was rush hour; giving your back to Hakkai as a sign of how mad you were from his little stunt on the store wasn’t working.

“Why did you do it? I was set on getting one, and now, nothing!” huffing, you continued, “I’ll try to call the store later and see if I can… or maybe talking to Imaushi wouldn't be that bad.”

Hearing your ex’s name reminded him of why he was doing this; he liked you a lot, and as Mitsuya told him when he visited his shop, you were never going to see him with the eyes of a lover unless he did something about it. And so he decided he was going to do something, right now. Taking hold of your hips, he pressed himself to you. Crouching a little so he could reach your ear, “I remember saying that I was going to help you,” Hakkai said with a steady voice; one of his hands left your hips to cup your clothed heat slowly.

“Ha-Hakkai … we can’t, here… The train…” it wasn’t just his hand; his bulge pressing on your back made it all harder to focus.

Hakkai was taken aback by your response; you didn’t deny his advances, just not on the train, you said. His heart was about to burst. All this time, he walked on eggshells so your friendship wouldn’t be affected. He was mad at himself for never doing anything before and angry at you for making him feel this way.

Hakkai knew people couldn’t see how he kept massaging your slit and how wet the fabric of your pants was. You, on the other hand, were burning from the embarrassment if someone caught you and from the bold touches your friend gave you.

He wasn't just caressing your clothed core; he had your back pressed against his chest; every harsh push of his hand sent your ass against his crotch, taking the opportunity to rub himself against your plump cheeks.

None has ever touched you like this, with want and need. Desire. As if he wanted to consume you all and not leave a single crumb for anyone. Hakkai didn’t do much yet, but the little ministrations were talking, screaming louder and louder how much pent up frustration was in every touch. From the way his big hand cupped your inner part to his whispers on your ears and strokes from his tongue.

“Okay, not here. Then let’s kill time” at that, he turned you around and licked a straight line on your closed lips. Such action had you internally screaming; where was the stuttering boy from a couple of minutes ago?

To be brutally honest, Hakkai surprised himself. Where the hell was this behavior coming from? What got him out of his thoughts was the look on your face. Big doe eyes looking up at him, dampness on your skin where his tongue crossed not too long. Looking back at your eyes, he saw something different in them; they were asking for more.

Resuming where he left off, Hakkai imprisoned your mouth in his, tongues and teeth clashed. The Hakkai that was kissing you or, more like trying to eat you alive, was overwhelming. Had you known he harbored those feelings for you before, you would have taken done something earlier.

Suddenly, you felt a push on your backside. Alarmed, you tried turning around but Hakkai held you in place.

“Easy there, it’s me,” Hakkai murmured against your temple, and then you felt another squeeze on your ass. It appears that he had a hand in your back pocket.

“Hakkai , don’t let this get to your head, but you gave me the best make-out session of my life,” you said out of breath.

Puff! In an instant, confident Hakkai was gone and a blushing mess was standing in front of you, again.

“I-I h-haven’t, Y/N. you uh,”

“Hakkai , you’re telling me that I’m your first smoking hot make-out session?” He nodded.

“I had sex,” he said as he tried to pull his hand out from your back pocket. Thinking of his not-so-good experiences... He remembered Yuzuha and Mitsuya setting him up with random people, but it never ended well.

“No no! Leave it there!” You smiled “I like it there and let’s take this into my apartment. Yeah?” You winked at Hakkai who appeared to have smoke coming out from his ears. On cue, the doors from the train opened at your stop.

The slam of the door echoed through the apartment. Hands and lips everywhere. Surprisingly, Hakkai had taken control once again. He cornered you against the wall, hands throwing pieces of clothing here and there.

“Ha-Hakkai! My-” a moan escaped you, “My room..!! Hurry up, I… I want you inside me, please.”

Hoisting you up, he made his way towards your room. Knowing your apartment like the back of his hand, he didn’t need directions.

You didn’t even know how it happened but you both were already naked, skin brushing skin. Hakkai breathed on your neck, placing scorching wet kisses down your throat. He kept going down and leaving a trail of him as he advanced. In between your chest, he made a stop to give a slow and long lick to each of your perked nipples. Such action from Hakkai had you moaning and arching your back, trying to get more of that hot and wet friction. Then, he went on with his original goal.

Slowly, kissing your tummy and caressing your sides, he halted at your waistline. Making a beeline for your cunt, Hakkai launched himself at your glistening slit, he didn’t want to restrain your legs; he wanted to feel your thighs crush his skull from desperation. So he went on with his task, lapping at your folds, sucking your clit, and slurping sounds reigned in the room. And he achieved his goal, your legs wrapped around him, nudging his face to your cunt.

Hakkai had you creaming on his tongue, not from a god-like technique, but the eagerness and nonstop movements of his tongue worked like magic; he was delighted by your salty flavor on his taste buds and by the cries of his name from your parted lips.

He was a messy eater—drool mixed with your fluids dripping from his chin, and even though you came, it seemed like he hadn't realized. He kept dragging his tongue over your bundle of nerves, moaning and sending vibrations through your slit. Your hands hastily searched for him, attempting to stop his actions, but as much as you pushed and whined, he ignored your please, not on purpose, though. Hakkai was drunk on you, drunk on your pussy. His nose barely reached for air, but he never stopped.

And there it was again, that burning sensation, making your hips snap, only to rub your clit harder against Hakkai. You screamed as you came for a second time on his tongue—body uncontrollably shaking, your hands squeezing your chest, “Ha... Hakkai... Hakkai...” you were in a daze, not completely out of your high

He was sure he could die at that moment; your pleading voice made his cock twitch, “I want to be in you, Y/N,” moving to kiss you, he dragged his cock against your folds as his wet lips covered yours, “please, I need-” a whimper left the man’s mouth as he shuddered when the tip of his shaft caressed your entrance, Hakkai kept rubbing himself in between your pussy lips, it was painful to withstand but delicious at the same time. “I need to be in you; I can’t-”

“Hakkai, d-” he didn’t let you finish, poking his hard cock on your entrance, and with a thrust of his hips, he went deep into your glistening hole. The stretching Hakkai brought upon your slit felt amazing, you were a whiny mess under him. His body was crushing you; all that muscle from his rigorous training helped him keep you down. A model needed to be in shape, after all.

You knew he didn’t prep you correctly for a size like his, but the sting was beautiful. Maybe he did it intentionally, you thought, since not once did he insert a finger to spread you. All track of thoughts stopped as his hips snapped, making you tremble from head to toe. Hakkai’s pounding didn't possess a regular rhythm; the thrust of his hips was frantic; you felt like a ragdoll in his hands, being held as he feverishly pushed in you.

Hakkai pressed his chest to yours, only moving his hips to a beastly tempo. His lips found your neck, and couldn’t help but mark it all up with blues, purples, and greens. Even some teeth marks here and there.

His hands grabbed your sides and he kept on pounding into your hole. You could feel his grunts against your abused skin as he tried to go even deeper which was impossible, according to you. You already felt Hakkai so deep messing up your insides, but he wanted more. He needed more, afraid that he could wake up from this dream any minute.

You didn’t know if your throat felt sore due to the constant moaning and screaming or the bites and nibbles he provided your neck with. Either way, you didn’t care right now. You felt pressure on your lower part; you were about to warn him when Hakkai started to charge against you with renewed strength relentlessly.

A toy? What toy? He could be anything you wanted. Did you want a sex toy? He can be that for you.

He got what he wanted; somehow, he reached deeper and kept hitting that sweet spot over and over again. Your walls were squeezing him like crazy, and that only drove him to give you more. And then... you came, screaming and scratching. You gushed all over him; Hakkai kept his thrusts for a while longer as you rode out your high. He was about to pull out when you held him.

“N-no! I-In-inside please!” You held Hakkai in; he couldn't help but reach his high as you begged for his seed in you; you felt his hot white strings fill you up so good. Delirious, that's how Hakkai felt, cock still inside you as it held his cum in your hole. You both were panting in that afterglow of sex. Carefully, Hakkai moved to the side resting beside you.

Turning around to see him, you said “So… are you sure that you haven’t done this before? you know, the wild sex?” You wiggled your eyebrows, the biggest smile adorned your face.

“no. I mean sex? yes but… at least, not like this…” Hakkai said, signaling between you and him as he tried to normalize his breathing.

“Wanna go again?” You said, smiling wider at the idea of having Hakkai inside you once more. He had some things to learn, but he compensated with eagerness and dedication to the cause.

“Now? but.. I just came and-hmmm!!!” Scurrying down, you got Hakkai moaning when you placed his softened member in your mouth; your hand started playing with his balls as your tongue made him sob.

Taking his cock out of your mouth, you stroked it with your free hand and said, “I am sure you’ve got enough stamina for days, let me take care of it.” as you placed it back in your wet cavern, you felt his hand reach the back of your head, but he didn't push, surprisingly he was stroking your hair, scared of hurting you. He was so so weet with you, a shame if he were to brake.

“Push me, baby, don't be scared,”