#tw.spit

Most people say that having a parent remarry and having step-siblings is awful. You, however, don't see it that way.

Despite the devastation of losing your mother at a young age, you were grateful to your father for stepping up and taking care of you with everything he had after your mother's passing. You were 4 at the time, and things didn’t quite make sense until you got older—but with time, the more you matured, the more you came to terms with the situation. The older you got, the better you understood how much of a super dad you actually had—on the one hand, he always prioritized you, gave you everything he could and made sure that you didn’t miss out on anything, partially spoiling his little girl. On the other hand, he also chose to be very honest with you and talk to you about difficult topics instead of shying away from them. Therefore, you were able to understand what happened to your mother and were fully supported while working through the grief.

For all this, you were truly grateful to your dad, though, there came a time where you became aware of all the sacrifices that he had made for your sake as well. Turns out, that he avoided dating anyone else for the longest of times, resulting in you having to actually push him into pursuing romance and give him your slightly aggressive blessing.

"Dad, it's just a date." You roll your eyes at him.

"It feels like I'm betraying your mother, our family."

"Dad," you hold his gaze firmly. "Mom is gone. I'm in high school. And you deserve to be happy! Get out there, have some fun!" You push him forcefully out the front door and fix the collar of his shirt. "Don't be home too late, I’ll leave you some lasagna in the fridge. Now go!"

And when he found someone that made him happy, someone that made his worries go away, you were nothing but supportive. She was gorgeous and smart and had witty remarks that made you laugh, so you accepted her into your life. However, she also had a son, the same age as you—a tall and lanky boy named Denki Kaminari.

The first time you met him it was awkward, you were both 18—just about to graduate from high school, you were shy and quiet and he was just all over the place, bouncing with energy. But you found common ground, talking about games and anime, so you became friends rather quickly, progressively spending more and more time together. You’ve always been an honest person so denying that you thought he was handsome was pointless—fluffy blonde hair and amber eyes that turn gold in the sunlight, he had a very intoxicating smile, and most importantly of all—he made you laugh. But he was your dad’s girlfriend’s son, so he was—in all ways possible—off limits to you. Therefore you were content just admiring him from afar.

Sometimes, you stared a bit too much, making up scenarios in your head before bedtime, turning off all the lights before you push your panties aside, ashamed that it's him you’re thinking about.

And here you were, two years later walking your respective parents down the aisle, grinning at each other and testing out how it feels to refer to each other as brother and sister.

"Okay little sis, shall we hit the open bar, get wasted and embarrass our parents?"

"Totally, big brother," you winked at him and his face turned red at a comically fast pace.

"Okay, how about we drop the sis ‘n bro stuff? Feels weird."

"Does it now, big brother?" you bat your eyelashes at him, a seductive smile plastered on your lips. All Denki can manage is a dramatic groan in response, walking away quickly, hearing you cackle as the distance between you two grew larger.

He might be off limits, even more so now that he was your step brother, but you still enjoyed making him flustered. The perk of it was that it was extremely easy to do so—blow some air on his nape, trace a finger along his jawline and he’s ready to turn into a puddle on the floor.

And you did this within limits. Of course.

Your parents were happy that the both of you got along so well, and even happier when you both got accepted into the same college, living in the same city. Although you studied different courses, rarely seeing each other on campus, you did occasionally go to parties together, Denki making sure to get your drunk ass back home safely every time. He was kind and dependent and always had your back.

Even more so when you had discovered that your suspiciously cheap rental apartment was infested with termites, having to be fully fumigated, and you had to ask your step brother if you could crash at his place for a couple of days.

“Of course!” his voice sounded chipper over the phone. “We’re so totally having a Marvel marathon, I am not taking no for an answer, pack your shit and come over, I’ll have nachos ready in 30 minutes.”

The line went silent as he hung up and you found yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. A voice at the back of your head told you he’d be such a fine boyfriend—if he wasn’t your step brother.

Yet, you allowed yourself a few minutes of imagining what kind of dates he would take you on—arcade dates, bringing you to museums so he can narrate over the audio guide with absolute nonsense and making some lame joke about van Gogh and George Weasly and ‘hole-y’. You shake your head as if to purge the thoughts and you get on with packing your essentials for the next couple of days.

You stare at your underwear drawer and contemplate. Would it be weird if you pick the sexiest lingerie you own... just to stay at your step brother's place for a few days? Totally not.

“Self-care.” You say to yourself as you take out several lacy thongs and bralettes that match, carefully placing them in your suitcase. You just like wearing nice underwear, what’s the big deal? It’s only for you to see anyway.

Right?

Happy with the items you’ve packed, double checking if you’ve got your toothbrush and all your chargers— you take a deep breath and vacate your apartment, heading over to Denki’s.

“We should’ve just gotten an apartment together, it would’ve been so much cheaper and nicer.” Denki whined as he helped you carry your suitcase up the stairs, as his building had no elevator.

“So what I’m hearing is you want to see my pretty face every day, correct?” you smirked, noticing the barely visible butt clench he did upon hearing your words, at which you chuckled. “Honestly, you’d get sick of me in about a week so be glad we don’t live together.”

He grumbles something you can't understand under his breath and you allow him to move on from the topic.

The first night in his apartment goes well—you have dinner together and then proceed with a quiet movie night. Snuggled together under a fuzzy blanket, the light of the TV was illuminating Denki’s face, showing off his best features—playful amber eyes, devilish smile and a sharp jawline. You spent more time looking at said face and judging the softness of his blonde locks, rather than looking at whatever movie he put on for you.

The realization that you haven’t gotten laid for a few months now and that your step brother is awfully handsome makes you feel a certain way, insides knotting up and devious thoughts plaguing your mind.

Mindlessly, you place your hand on his thigh under the blanket and you feel his body immediately tense up under your touch. Kaminari tries to play it off cool, like nothing has happened, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.

So that’s how you wanna play, hm?

Your hand travels up and down his thigh, caressing it, squeezing it every once in a while and slowly but surely going further up with each stroke. At the same time you maintain a blank façade, pretending to be fully focused on the movie.

Once your hand starts getting dangerously close to his now semi-hard cock, Denki lets out a fake cough and gets up under the pretense of getting ice cream and some new drinks. Your eyes follow his frame as he exits the room almost skittishly and the dangerous thoughts make you lick your lips in excitement.

He’d look very cute broken and torn up over experiencing sexual desire towards his little step sister.

A plan begins forming in your head.

You spend the rest of the evening making Denki’s temperature rise and his ears turn red with embarrassment—a subtle press of your tits against his arm when you cling to it, removing stray hairs from his face with a gentle hand, accidentally tracing his jawline with your finger, keeping his gaze just a tad longer than appropriate.

Meanwhile, Kaminari continues shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to find a pose that would allow him to hide how turned on he is, purposefully avoiding looking down your cleavage or observing how your shorts were riding up your thighs, revealing more plush skin that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

You don’t push too far though, you still had a couple of more days staying at his place, plenty of time to make your plan come to fruition. The movie comes to an end and you both decide to call it a night—you kiss his cheek and thank him again for allowing you to stay over, wishing him a good night and heading over to the guest bedroom where you were staying. His own room was right next door and you begin wondering how thin the walls really are.

Removing your clothes and kicking your panties aside, you make yourself comfortable on the bed and slide your hands down your torso, imagining how much bigger Denki’s would be, warmer than your own, eager.

Your mind conjures images of your step brother losing himself under you as you hover over his face, tongue lapping at your core like a starved man, staring up at you with those intoxicating cat-like amber eyes. Cupping your breast, a low moan escapes your lips as your other hand glides between your legs, humming with approval of how wet you are because of your step brother.

You touch yourself, rolling your nipples between your thumb and index finger, drawing circles on your clit and letting your mind relish in all the taboo things you want to do with Denki, paying less and less attention to the needy sounds bouncing off of the walls, yet hoping that they reach Denki’s ears.

And they do—in the other room Denki has his ear pressed to the wall, already fumbling with the zipper of his pants, his face so red and hot because he knows how wrong this is. You’re his little sister, not by blood, but you were family, and God, you were still incredibly gorgeous and just his type.

He had put so much effort over the years into not being a creep, not watching your ass as you walk away or blatantly staring at your tits. He had learned to be subtle, to be unnoticeable, to steal glances and satisfy himself by just imagining your lips around his cock—just that, nothing more.

But now, having you in his apartment, being surrounded by the scent of your perfume mixed with the coconut-scented shampoo you use—he was losing his mind. You’d been so much more touchy than usual this evening and your hand on his thigh made him feel dirty, so here he was now, listening in on you, knowing full well what you were doing and how incredibly wrong this was, invading your privacy and taking advantage of it, but he couldn’t help it.

Lip tucked between his teeth to keep quiet, he spits onto his palm and spreads his saliva over his cock, slowly fucking into his fist, trying to match your pace he was trying to guess from the cute whines he could hear. He imagined you spreading your pussy for him, beckoning him to take advantage of you, calling him ‘big brother’ in that seductive voice of yours that could drive him mad. Hearing you panting louder, breath uneven and needy, he allows himself to go faster, now picturing himself pushing his cock into your tight little hole, imagining his cum leaking out of you and just like that, faster than he’s ever experienced, he came in his hand shooting thick ropes of cum onto his knuckles and pillow, his heart threatening to leave his chest cavity.

The post-nut clarity hits him and Denki is plagued with shame and guilt, quickly removing his pillowcase and bedsheets and tossing them to the side, replacing the old one with new clean ones while mentally berating himself, feeling disgusted with his own actions.

He no longer hears you moaning in the other room, the sweet sound dying down and feels  relieved, shoving his face into the freshly changed pillow and trying not to scream at himself. It felt like he had committed a crime, a sin of some sort, his own guilty conscience not allowing  him to get much sleep, forcing Kaminari to toss and turn for the most part of the night, shaking his head as if trying to push away the thoughts of your breasts in his mouth out of his mind by force.

The next day, he seems to be the same, shoulders sagged with guilt, barely managing to look you in the eye during breakfast. Both of you had classes, so you drive to campus together and Denki, happy to have a distraction from his lewd thoughts about his own step sister.

You on the other hand keep your focus on your plan the entire day, not paying attention to a single lecture, forgetting to even eat lunch—completely consumed by your desire to have your step brother snap.

You had it all figured out—with your classes finishing earlier than Kaminari’s, you could head home before him and use the spare key he gave you to prepare for his return. You knew your brother was very curious, not a doubt in your mind that he would seek you out when he got in and you hoped that what he found would be enough to make Denki lose control.

And to no surprise, everything goes exactly according to your vision. You shower and put on some of that pretty lingerie you had brought with you, leaving the door to your room slightly cracked open, whilst entertaining yourself until the target audience for your little performance had returned home.

You’re lying on the bed—face down, ass up when you hear the front door open, the sound making you quiver with excitement, heart beating even faster as his footsteps approach, the fingers playing with your clit speeding up, your arousal dribbling down your thighs in fat droplets

The house was suspiciously quiet, leading Denki to believe you hadn’t gotten back yet. He’d kicked his shoes off to the side, tossing his bag onto the couch before heading towards his room with the intention to shed off his outside clothes and switch into something more comfortable. That didn’t end up being the case. Noticing that the door to your room was ajar, he takes a quick glance through the crack, freezing in his tracks as his sunshine eyes fixate on your drooling cunt, clenching around nothing, your arousal soaked fingers toying with your puffy folds. In this position you can’t see him, so Kaminari basks in the sight for a few moments to enjoy this, to memorize it and engrave the image of your cute cunt into his mind—trying hard to ignore the raging boner in his pants.

Kaminari gulps, feeling as if there’s a massive lump in his throat, right hand absentmindedly adjusting his now hard cock.

“Denks,” your needy voice shocks him out of his trance. “Please...”

His brain short circuits.

Time feels frozen, the noise of the outside world fading into nothing and the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his head deafeningly loud.

His name just left your mouth.

You said his name. You begged for him.

Once more, Kaminari hears his name, watching you arch your back even more, spreading your legs further and sinking down onto the bed while begging for him incoherently.

Denki sits there, motionless, watching his little step sister cumming hard, making a mess on the bed sheets while chanting his name.

For many years, his sanity and patience were tested—like a string tightly pulled back. In this single moment as he watched his step sister shake in the aftermath of her orgasm, that string finally snapped.

He opens the door, slowly at first and then in two short strides he’s behind you, pulling you up by the hair, pressing your back to his chest and breathing hard down your neck.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that little sis?” Inhaling in your scent, the blonde holds you tight against him, tugging on your hair again to force you to look up at the ceiling—knowing he wouldn’t be able to have any self-restraint if he looked into your eyes.

“Moaning my name as you cum? You want your big brother that badly, hm?” His throbbing  shaft presses against your ass, still clad in jeans, but you could feel it through the fabric.

You shut your eyes in embarrassment but don’t attempt to escape his grip, the lack of response to his question makes Denki even more impatient.

“Answer.” he growls in your ear.

“Y-Yes,” your voice comes out uneven. “I w-want my stepbrother, please.”

Your eyes stay tightly shut but your body gives your reaction away—shaking with anticipation and excitement, feeling your juices begin to slide between your folds again.

“Didn’t think you were this sick in the head, but who am I to refuse my precious little sister, huh?” You can't see his face but you can hear the sinister smile,  feel how thrilled he is by the way his grip on you tightens. Suddenly, Kaminari’s pushing your head back down onto the mattress, crouching down to take a good look at your glistening wet cunt. Your little pleasure nub looks so cute and swollen he can't help himself by giving it an experimental lick, appreciating the way your body tenses. So he does it again and again—paying good attention to your needy bud, kissing and lightly sucking on it, mapping out how you react to each movement.

You drip like sweet honey onto Denki’s tongue, showering him in lustful mewls and needy grinds against his face, tiny fists balling the sheets when he slips his tongue inside your needy hole. He eats you out like a man starving, holding your hips steadily in place. Your big brother loves the way your thighs tremble and your breath is uneven and he is determined to get you to cum on his tongue, he needs it.

And it doesn’t take long for your slick to overflow from your body, the thought alone that your step brother’s chin was shining with your mess was enough to make you melt into a puddle, the taboo aspect of what you were doing pushing you over the edge too quickly.

With a silent cry, you cum hard, pressing yourself against Kaminari’s face, a trickle of drool sliding down your own chin as your eyes roll back from pleasure so intense, your senses become overloaded for a moment that all you see is white.

Before you come back down from your high and your soul returns to its body, Denki has managed to kick aside his jeans and boxers, knees digging into the edge of the mattress and his leaking cock glides between your sticky folds.

For a split second an uneasy feeling captures your heart in an icy grip.

“Don’t worry. It’s okay if it doesn’t go in, right little sis?” the blonde’s voice is thickly coated with smugness, with a sense of toxicity that should be so incredibly off-putting, yet it makes your insides twist with desire.

Two orgasms in, and your head starts to feel fuzzy, the heat emanating from his length rubbing against your slit making you feel like you have one foot off of the edge of insanity. You circle  your ass against his dick, desperate and teary-eyed, pleading and chanting his name like it’s a prayer, enjoying the friction of your step brother’s mushroom cockhead against your sensitive clit.

His hands explore the expanse of your body, following the curves and dips of your hips, squeezing the doughy skin on your hips. Denki was greedily taking in every weak sigh you let out and every shudder you respond with, basking in the knowledge that he’s the one making his little sister drip down on his girth, oozing into the sheets and making a mess of them.  You feel the heat rising inside you, knots forming in the pit of your stomach, the madness creeping further across your brain with the sound of Denki’s filthy words in your ear. The sound of his dick slipping back and forth on your wet cunt. Everything is so obscene, even the scent of him is working you up more, the knots twisting tighter.

You crave more.

You shouldn’t.

Denki—he’s your step brother there would be so many consequences, so many drawbacks of your current situation.

But consequences be damned, because the vein on the underside of his shaft feels so good against your sensitive clit, so much so that your brain throws all logic and reason out the window.

Denki is nearly as desperate as you are, and he gripes and grunts loudly—so close to release, just from the wetness of your pretty pussy engulfing him. So when you lift your hips up and angle them against the head of his girth, pushing past your entrance with ease—he nearly loses it.

The softness and warmth of your cunt wrapping around his cock makes him feel like his soul is ascending to high heavens, eyes rolling back in his skull and body shaking in ecstasy with every inch of him that you take until he’s fully sheathed in you, balls laying flat against your swollen pleasure nub.

You don’t give him time to prepare, to react even—slamming your hips back against his as quickly as your body can handle, yearning for that the feeling of the tip of his dick reaching deep inside of you and helping the pressure build even faster.

Cock drunk and cross-eyed, absolutely debauched and unashamed, your body forces out another orgasm, causing your muscles to spasm with a string of curses leaving your pretty lips as your soft walls clamp down on the blonde’s dick.

Denki sees stars, the only thought crossing his mind in that moment being that he will never have pussy this good ever again—so snug against him, pulsing violently around his length, selfishly sucking him in deeper. And with that singular thought, your step brother decides to fuck you stupid, make you feel the exact same way he does—like nothing would ever be good enough again.

Snapping out of the trance your perfect pussy has put him in, he props up a leg on the bed, pulling his length out of your heat and marveling at the way your cunt gleams luxuriously with the crude mix of his precum and your erotic juices, clenching and spasming around nothing. You whimper, but before you can clearly state your protest, Kaminari spits on your raw and abused mound, slamming his entire length into you once more, with only a single motion, setting a meteoric pace—spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can fuck into you harder.

Forgetting all his previous misgivings about fucking his little sister, Denki gives into his carnal desire and takes everything he can from you. A thumb now collecting the arousal from between your legs and using it as lubrication to toy with your pert ass, slowly pushing in the digit into you  as you become impossibly tighter around him.

“One more time—I need to feel you cum around my cock one more time, sis,” Angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, Denki practically makes you scream out his name, the blistering heat of his cockhead kissing your cervix repeatedly, leaving your brain absolutely scrambled.

You don’t even think it’s possible for you to cum again, but the telltale signs of your impending orgasm are there. However, it feels different this time, as if there’s some sort of pressure bubbling up inside you—like a volcano ready to erupt. A string of pleas leave your wet lips, not really knowing what you’re begging for but Denki understands—maintaining the same angle and rhythm, he sneaks a hand around your torso to rub gentle circles over your puffy clit, the action pushing you over the edge.

With a loud cry, you tense up around him so hard that he has to pull out, clear liquid gushing from your aching cunt as you squirt onto the bed and taint Kaminari’s golden skin, body shaking violently with tears streaming down your face until you’re overwhelmed by the feeling. The view of your pussy gushing and squirting is so enticing, but Denki is too greedy to allow you time to calm down, grabbing your hips and propping you up, lining his tip with your sopping entrance  again and drilling into you at a ravenous pace.

You’re too sensitive, too sore, even—but he holds you firm against his chest, a hand around your throat, slightly restricting your breathing and keeping you from protesting while the blonde  chases down his own release.

“ ‘m not fucking pulling out,” he growls into the shell of your ear, a cruel smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Kaminari’s words make you clamp down greedily on him, body instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

A couple more ruthless thrusts of his cock deep into your abused little pussy and he’s thrown over the edge, balls tightening and thick cum spilling deep into your womb—there’s so much of it, too much, to the point where it’s leaking out of your hole before he’s even pulled out. Your insides are burning hot with his seed and you can’t even be bothered to remind yourself if you’re on birth control or not, too fucked out to be able to conjure up a coherent thought.

Slowly pulling away, the tall blonde stares at your pink puffy pussy, thick cum oozing out in globs and dripping down your thighs—he collects the sticky substance with two fingers and promptly pushes the digits past your soft lips.

“Nasty little step sister, if I had known you were this slutty and desperate, I wouldn’t have spent countless nights fucking my fist—I would’ve fucked this pretty pussy of yours instead.” He taps the two digits that were in your mouth against your clit and your body jolts.

He moves away from the bed, grabbing something from your desk that you can’t see, still trying to collect yourself. Before you even had the chance to ask what it was, your step brother shows you his phone, the screen showing you a replay of what had just happened minutes before—a video of Denki fucking into you with no sound.

“Y-You recorded that?” the panic sobers you up as you quickly rise from the bed and try to take the phone from him.

But Kaminari’s much faster.

“Of course.” The corners of his lips turn upwards but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His body language shifts as he leans down, eyes raking over your naked, soiled body, a cool and foreboding aura seeping into the room, sneaking up on you. “Leverage, step sis.”

The words feel icy, goosebumps rising on your skin—with you barely recognizing the amber eyes looking down at you.

It was twisted, it was wrong, but one way or another—Denki Kaminari will keep you all to himself. 

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑! I do not own any of the characters or people mentioned in my work. these are works of pure fiction that do not reflect the views, opinions, or actions of any person, real or fictional. Furthermore, all characters I write for [thirsts, drabbles, fics, etc.] are aged up to 21 or older – they are adults with adult characteristics presented and written in adult contexts.

It’s really too bad that the thought has the exact opposite effect on Mac; has them heated when they think of the implications of it all. You are the source of their humanity; of all aspects good and bad - you are not only the giver of this new body but also as the bearer of its ails, big and small. Like a trojan virus, like perfectly disguised malware, you’d let that innocent little bead of spit descend onto their waiting tongue if they just asked you to. That tiny drop filled with an innumerable amount of microorganisms that will feed alongside them from that very moment on - and you none the wiser, completely unaware of what you just did to them. 

And they need to taste it. Like parents transmitting their unique oral biomes to newborn children, like lovers sharing different makeups of bacterial colonies and suffering from it, they want yours. Not just a swipe of your thumb over their lip to placate them, not just shared dishes and glassware, no, they want it straight from where it resides: crystal clear, yet foamy, that slow drip of viscous spit directly into their mouth, a fertile breeding ground for what has been a part of you your whole life. There will be little to no defense for the bacteria to spread, to build its plaque and to be nourished by their food consumption, day in, day out. How much they want you to hover above them, holding their mouth open to all but infect them after getting a thorough picture of untouched, ideal teeth, one last glimpse at what is. To bid goodbye to something that will never be again, a thread severed by you alone, and thus an entirely new connection formed. A connection so hidden, so dismissable - but a connection deeper than a simple bout of coupling, so determinant of their future, so raw. And the inevitability of decay that comes with ingesting you, your saliva heralding yet another facet of the human condition… Ah, it’s utterly maddening. 

I took the picture from the servant, observing the family. All three males had the same flame colored hair and golden-vermillion eyes while the woman (the mother I presumed) had black hair and soft red eyes. I almost felt a bit of sympathy for them. They looked like a nice family, maybe I would use my poisons instead.

“Yes, sir.” I started to rise out of my kneeling position when a hand clamped down on my shoulder, squeezing roughly.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are.” A voice snarled. “But killing Kyoujuro and his family is my job.”

Turning to look at the man who grabbed me, I saw that it was a man with pink hair and golden eyes. My lip curled up into a frown as I growled out, “It would be wise to let me go if you wish to keep that hand.

“What can you d-” before he could even finish his sentence the woman had her thighs locked around his neck as she swung her weight around, throwing the man to the ground. A blade slid out of the heel of her boot as she stabbed it near the side of his head. He looked at her with wide eyes as a stinging pain spread from the slow forming cut that split his cheek. Blood pooled in the wound before falling down the side of his face.

“Akaza.” Muzan said simply, glaring down at the pink-haired man pinned by the small woman. “Effective immediately you are reassigned from the Rengoku Family.” His voice carried across the room commanding with a lingering threat. A slow smile began to tilt at his lips. “Unless you can beat her.”

Akaza grabbed the woman’s leg and tossed her off of him before dropping into a kneel. “Sir, if given the chance. I will not kill her but I can put her out of commission.”

I laughed, maybe a bit too loudly, as I glared at Akaza. I just had him pinned, cheek split open by the blades in my heels. And he thinks he can beat me. “I’m sorry. You? Put me out of commission. Take a hint from the blood spilling down your face. You cannot win.” Small daggers fell into my palms from the hidden compartment attached to my wrists and I pointed one of them at the man. “You’re more than welcome to try. I’ll try to not kill you.” I glanced over at the man who hired me. “With your permission, Lord Muzan.”

Muzan sat back deeper into his throne, his long legs crossed at the knee as he placed his intertwined fingers under his nose. There was a long pause of silence as the two assassins waited for his orders. The woman poised with her blades and Akaza dropped into his fighting stance. “Granted.” He watched with mild amusement as the two began to fight.

I dodged Akaza’s quick flurry of punches he aimed at my face, retaliating with my own with the dagger clenched in between the webs of my fingers. My blades, while never piercing his flesh with a direct hit, left glancing wounds on his face, neck and shoulders. I somersault backwards, the blade in my heels sliding out.

Akaza took a step back to avoid the sharp knife hidden in her boots when she flipped, the tip barey grazing his chin and leaving a small knick on his skin. He had to admit the woman was a decent fighter, but it was time for him to get serious. Only he was allowed to kill Kyoujuro. Akaza would not let some stranger take his prize.

His foot slammed down into the floor, splintering the wood as he focused his strength into his fists. Akaza would shatter the bones in her arms first, to hear her beg for mercy before breaking her legs and making her crawl back to where she had come from. Just as he was about to attack again, he stumbled, a nauseous feeling overcoming him. Akaza gagged and covered his mouth and it felt like he was both going to choke and vomit at the same time. Why did he feel so sick all of a sudden?

“It took long enough.” I walked over to where he was standing, watching him sway on his feet. “The poison has finally coursed through your blood.” I pulled a vial out of the valley of my breasts, swirling the liquid around. “I coat each of my blades in this serum that I make. It’s a deadly poison.” I stood in front of Akaza, a slight smile curling at my lips beneath my mask as I pressed my fingertips against his exposed chest and smeared the blood that dripped from his wounds. “Does it hurt, Akaza? Or should I say Soyama Hakuji.”

Gold eyes widened. How did she know his birth name? He has not used it since he was a child. Akaza choked on his own bile as it rose up in his throat as he struggled to speak. Was he going to die? Poisoned like a worthless creature after not even landing a single blow on this woman, this fem fatale.

He flinched when she suddenly injected him with a needle and the nausea slowly started to go away as he dropped to his knees to empty the contents of his stomach so that he could breathe again. “Wh-why did you?”

“I don’t kill anyone who isn’t my target.” I said simply as I tossed the needle away on the ground and put the vial back in the inner breast pocket of my top. I walked back over to where Muzan was sitting still crossed legged up now he held his face in the palm of his hand, looking quiet assumed. “Was that display to your satisfaction, Lord Muzan?” I asked as I crossed my fist over my heart and bowed.

Muzan sat up on his throne, a smile curling at his lips. “It pleases me to know that the Rengoku Family will be disposed of.” He said, looking satisfied. “The funds will be transferred to your account when you’ve brought me their heads. 12 million for each one.”

I nodded as I slid my dagger back into the weapons compartment before bowing once more. My heels clicked as I side stepped Akaza, who was still hunched over and probably still wondering how I knew his birth name. I stopped at the door, turning to the pink-haired man on the floor. “Because you were once my target before the hit was called off. Be grateful.” I exited out of the room.

Once I had left the building, I tugged my mask down and pulled out the photo I had placed in my pocket. I suppose I should start with one of the brothers. Killing the younger one first would leave a bitter taste in my mouth because he looked so adorable with that kind smile on his face. I glanced over to the other brother.

“Pity.” I said as I took in the older brother’s features. “He’s kinda cute.” Slipping the photo back into my pocket, I pulled my mask back up on my face and hid in the shadows as I made my way back home to plan out my tactics of getting rid of Rengoku Kyoujuro as quickly as possible. Even if I did not kill the whole family before my deadline, the twelve million I would get from just him would be more than enough.

-0-0-0

Bored.

Kyoujuro was bored. Very bored at this party that was supposedly thrown in his honor. He set his face into the palm of his gloved hand as he watched the scantily dressed dancers try to seduce him with their movements. None caught his eye. Kyoujuro reached for his drink, Brandy on the rocks, and swirled the glass around before taking a drink. His attention was caught when the music changed in tempo, becoming dark and seductive.

“INTRODUCING A NEW DANCER: THE FEM FATALE!”

Kyoujuro leaned back into his seat, legs crossed at the knee. The Fem Fatale. A dangerous name. He hoped this one would provide some entertainment for him. He watched the stage with hooded eyes as the lights changed to a dark shade of violet, his glass to his lips as he waited for the performer to come out.

His tongue wet his lips when a woman dressed in dark red lingerie with a black corset tied around her waist to give her more of an hourglass figure and a sheer black robe with red ostrich feathers decorating the train and sleeves. Her feet were wrapped in a pair of thigh high leather boots and she had a riding crop for her prop. She also left her hair down to frame her face beautifully. But what piqued his interest the most was the black lacy mask that covered her eyes, hiding her identity from him. Kyoujuro wanted to know who this “Fem Fatale" was.

He watched with greedy eyes as she strutted slowly down the catwalk, tapping her thighs with the riding crop until she reached the pole at the end. When her music started, she bent over and flipped back her hair, but a few loose strands covered her face, giving her a seductive look. Kyoujruo’s eyes never left her body as she danced and twirled around on the pole. He sipped at his drink as he watched her spin and spread those delectable thighs until her legs were in a straight line as she spun on the pole.

Kyoujuro felt the front of his pants become snug as she used the riding crop to spank her naughty ass and cunt as she spread her legs from the audience. Slowly, she stripped out of her robe, tossing it to the side as she grabbed hold of the pole. His cock twitched as he eyed her thighs and breasts as she danced around on the ground, her legs looking miles long as she stretched them over her head.

The front of his pants became almost unbearably tight when she ripped off the corset, her cute tummy on display for his viewing pleasure. His eyes followed her every movement as she slowly climbed up the pole, and begin spinning and twirling. Fuck, she was sexy. Her display of strength and her slow, erotic movements turned him on. When she spun around on the pole, supporting her body with just her upper body and ankles, Kyoujuro knew that he had to have her.

When her performance was over, Kyoujuro motioned for his bodyguards to go find her and bring her to the private room he rented.

-0-0-0

I stepped out onto the stage when they called out my stage name. I walked slowly down the catwalk, tapping the tops of my thighs with the riding crop I used as a prop. My eyes sought out for the Rengoku’s and I found him already staring at me with those beautiful golden-vermillion eyes and a glass to his lips as he took a drink. I made my way to the pole, heels clicking on the runway. Flipping my hair back I made eye contact with him, watching him adjust his pants.

Coming out of my robe, so I would have more freedom of movement, I slowly slid down the pole as my legs spread into a split. The Rengoku’s eyes never left my form as I danced around the pole, stretching my legs as I spun around on the pole wih just my hands. I slid down the pole until my knees touched the ground. I moved my body around seductively, my hair flying around with my movement and sticking to my gloss. Knowing that my performance was coming to an end, I snatched off the corset.

As my performance was coming to an end, I decided to show off my strength by locking my legs around the pole while spinning around in place. Slowly, I let go of the pole and supported myself by arching my back against the cool metal while pressing my ankles down to maintain my balance. I could feel his eyes on me as I spun around in slow circles. I wished I still had the riding crop to slide it along my covered heat and thighs, but I could tell he was already mesmerized by me. By the time I had finished my routine and blew a kiss to the crowd, he was gone and I knew that he was going to look for me.

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Kyoujuro sat in his private room, waiting patiently for his bodyguards to acquire the woman. He fixed himself another drink and poured one for her when they brought her to him. A soft knock at his door brought a smile to his face as he beckoned them inside. When the woman stepped inside his private room, she was even more beautiful up close than on stage. Luscious lips, perfect breasts, adorable tummy, beautiful hips and thighs, she was a goddess among goddesses.

He dismissed his bodyguards with a wave of his hand. “You can leave.” He said simply, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. Her eyes were still covered by that lacy black mask and he was dying to see the beauty that laid underneath it. He smiled easily and laughed when she looked around the room. “I don’t bite.” His lips curled upwards into a hint of a seductive smile. “Unless you want me to, princess.”

Kyoujuro watched as her lips parted in a gasp and he held out the glass that he poured the drink into. “Brandy?” He asked, walking over to her so that she could take the alcohol.

I took the drink from him with a shy smile. Standing this close to him gave me a better look at his handsome features. I could see the way his gold-red eyes sparkled in the light, his perfect jawline, pearly-white, straight teeth, soft yet firm looking lips that were almost always pulled into a smile, and his voice was so deep and rumbling.

’ “Thank you.” I took a sip of the rich brown liquid, a bit surprised at how smooth it went down.

He laughed lightly, gaining her attention. “Smooth, isn’t it. This is Mendi Coconut Brandy.” Kyoujuro refilled her glass and his before clinking them together. “I enjoyed your performance. “He complimented her walking over to the couch and sitting down. Spreading his long legs, he patted his thigh for her to sit down.

I eyed him, trying to figure out the best method of killing him. I had the knives hidden in my boots that I used to dispose of the real entertainer earlier. I also have my poisoned hairpins tying back my locks I could use. I- My eyes caught the movement of him rolling his sleeves up and I saw the dark swirls of the tattoos inked into his forearms. Fuck... My body automatically moved over to sit down on his leg as I gave him a shy smile. “Is there something you want?”

Kyoujuro leaned in, the sweet scent of her lotions filling his scenes. Coconut. She smelled sweet like the fruit and it made him wonder if she tasted just as sweet and was as tender as the flesh. His fingers found her delicate wrist, the pads resting against her pulse and feeling the blood rush through it. “Nervous or excited to know why I called you here?” His smile was gentle, yet still a bit sadistic. Kyoujuro was the hunter and she was his prey.

Pulling the hair pins out of the bun I wore, letting my hair down, I smiled at him. “Oh, I have an idea of what you want.” I said as I shifted in his lap, straddling his thighs. Placing my lips against his ear, I whispered, “But too bad I won’t be giving it to you. I raised the poisoned pins high, ready to send them into the veins of his neck. “Next time don't be so quick to dismiss your guards.”

He sensed the danger and before she was able to plunge the sharp tips of her weapons into his neck, Kyoujuro knocked her hands away. The pins scattered across the room as he quickly flipped their positions on the couch, his gun drawn and pointed at her forehead as she had drawn a hidden blade and pressed it against his neck. “Hm...you’re a better one than the last one he sent.” His finger rested lazily on the trigger.

I began to feel a bit nervous at the large Colt .38 pointed at my head, but I didn’t let it show. “Big words coming from the Boss’s underling.” I tightened my grip on the handle of my knife, pressing it tightly against his skin. “What makes you think I can’t slit your neck before you can pull the trigger?” I fought the urge to flinch when the cold metal pressed even deeper against the center of my forehead.

Kyoujuro smiled down at her, his lips pulled taunt at her words. “The boss’s underling?” He chuckled as his finger itched to pull the trigger from that statement alone. “You have me mixed up with my father, I believe. He was the former head of the family.” He reached around and pulled at the silk strings that held her mask tied closed.

Rengoku Shinjirou wasn’t the boss? I began to sweat a little, the strings of my mask dangling with the tips tickling my shoulders. The only thing keeping it held up over my eyes was the barrel of his gun. Why didn’t Lord Muzan tell me that Rengoku Kyoujuro was the Mafia Boss. I would have targeted him last. I swallowed thickly as he slowly reached for the edge of the lace mask.

“Let me see this face of yours.” He hummed, pulling his gun back slightly, ignoring the bite of her blade against the side of his neck. Grabbing the lace between his fingers, Kyoujuro pulled it away revealing her beautiful face. She was gorgeous. “Fem Fatale. I see why you picked that name. Many have tried to come assassinate me and my family, but you’re the first one that used this method.” He hummed as he grabbed her knife in his gloved hand quickly and yanked it from her grip. “Muzan finally thought of sending a woman instead of that pink-haired bastard.” The tip of his gun moved down to tilt her chin up so that he could stare into her eyes.

I shivered as I looked into his golden-crimson eyes. They were so cold yet beautiful with that glow of lust that swirled in his irises. I felt helpless without my blades and Kyoujuro was so much bigger than me that I wouldn’t dream of taking him in hand to hand. Then there was the gun he had pointed at me. I swallowed thickly. “What are you waiting for? Kill me. You know that I came here to kill you by Muzan’s orders. Unless you want to offer me more money to take out Muzan for you.”

Kyoujuro clicked his tongue as he tapped the tip of his gun against the bottom of her jawline. “Now what is the fun in that, princess.” He trailed the cold steel down her neck to the valley of her breasts, pointing the barrel at her heart. “How much?”

“12 for each head and double if I finish before the end of the week.” I answered quickly, my eyes glancing over at the corner where he had thrown my weapons. I wished I had gotten time to redress into my normal attire, but his bodyguards had barged into the dressing room almost as soon as I had closed the door. I barely had time to grab the hair pins.

The more he stared at her barely covered body, the silver of his gun contrasting beautifully with her skin, the tighter the front of Kyoujuro’s pants became. Fuck she was gorgeous. He tapped the weapon against her breast, smiling when she jumped. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you go. But...” he trailed off, finger toying with the trigger. “On one condition.”

I arched my brow as I tilted my head to the left. Has he lost his mind? Let me go? I was just going to take another attempt on his life, maybe even go after his family first. “And what might that be?” I would play along with whatever he wanted if that meant I would live.

“I will make you fall in love with me before the deadline of your assassination attempt.” He smiled pleasantly, laughing a bit when she recoiled her head back. “If I can’t, you can have my life, but if I do, you’re mine.”

“You’re not fucking serious!” I screamed at him. Me? Fall in love with him? “You really think I won’t just try to kill you while you attempt to woo me?!” My brain stopped working when Kyoujuro reached out and placed a black leather gloved finger against my lips, silencing my rant. Damn him. Did he know I thought he was attractive?

His smile never left his lips. “I never said you couldn’t keep attempting to kill me, but I will thwart every effort and won’t stop until I break you and make you mine.” Kyoujuro leaned in, moving his finger and slid his tongue out and ran it over the seam of her lips. “Come on, princess, just admit that you’re attracted to me.” his hand trailed down her neck.

My lips were on fire from his touch as I looked up at him wide eyed. His fingers made my skin come alive when he led them down the front of my throat. “What are you...” I trailed off when his gloved fingertips traced over the swell of my breasts, his gun now being holstered back into its holder at his hip. A soft moan escaped when his palm brushed over my nipple before he used both hands to cup my mounds.

“Sensitive thing, aren’t you sweetheart?” Kyoujuro chuckled as he pushed her back onto the couch, his knee sliding between her thighs. “Let me give you a taste of what you’ll receive once you’re mine.” He leaned his head down slowly, intending on kissing her but his lips were met with her cheek as she turned her head away.

I placed my hand over my lips. “I’ll agree to play your little game, but I have my own rules.” I held up two fingers. First is that unless I say yes, you cannot fuck me.” My head rolled back when his thigh pressed firmly against my heat, tempting me into giving into his touch. But I had to hold firm. “The second is until I say so, no kissing either.”

Kyoujuro gazed down at her, his brow arched before he sighed. “Fine. I won’t fuck or kiss you until you say I can, however,” He snatched her hand away from her lips and grabbed her chin, hooking his thumb on her bottom lip. Gathering a pool of saliva in his mouth, Kyoujuro let it fall from his puckered lips and into her parted lips, landing on her tongue, “have a taste of what you’re missing out on.”

As his spit slid down the back of my throat, a small whine left me. He tasted like the coconut brandy we had drunk, rich and smooth. I wanted more, but Kyoujuro had already latched his lips onto my neck, nipping and sucking his marks into my flesh. My back arched off the couch, grinding my core down further against his hard thigh between my legs. His hand began to massage my breasts, squeezing the flesh until it spilled over in his palms.

“Come on, little one. Let me hear those beautiful moans.” He licked a line down her neck to the valley of her breasts. Kyoujuro pulled the cups of her thin, lace red bra down, pushing her breasts out. His mouth began to water at the sight of her taut nipples standing to attention for him. Latching his lips around her left one, he pinched and twisted the other in between his fingers. Soon a symphony of her moans graced his ears.

I could not hold back my cries when Kyoujuro began toying with my nipples. I weaved my fingers into his silky blond hair to hold him against my chest. The pleasure was starting to consume me as he did wickedly sinful things to me. I let out a gasp when I felt his other hand glide down my belly and rested between my thighs. He moved his thigh down so that he could up my sex from the thing red panties I had on.

Kyoujuro used his teeth to pull his gloves off his hands. He then pushed her underwear to the side and slid a finger along her slit. Releasing her nipple with a wet sounding ‘pop’, a smirk curled at his lips. “You’re already so wet, Princess.” He ran his finger up and down her cunt, parting her folds and watched her lewd juices glisten. “Look at the pussy, just dripping and sopping wet for me. You sure you haven’t fallen in love with me yet?”

My face heated at his words as I swallowed thickly, the taste of coconuts still heavy on my tongue. “N-no!” I whimpered, feeling two of the thick fingers swiping through my slick coated slit. “I’m not in love with you.” A gasp left me when he suddenly pushed those digits inside my clenching hole and my hands gripped the leather exterior of the couch. “Fuck.”

Kyoujuro thumbed her clit as he thrust his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace. He watched every expression that appeared on her face. Marveling a each lewd sound her pussy made as he fucked her with his hand. Adding a third and curling them, Kyoujuro found that spot that made her squirm and shake around him. He licked his lips as he stared hungry at her cunt. She only said that he could not kiss her mouth...

I was drowning, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy that he was causing on my body. My nails dug into the upholstery of the couch. His fingers found my spot quickly, like he knew my body like the back of his hand. My eyes slid closed as I started to lose myself in the mind numbing pleasure. Until I left something hot and wet drip onto my sex. My eyes shot open when I saw Kyoujuro spitting onto my clit, smearing it over my opening before lowering his head. “What are you doing?!” I kicked my legs out as I tried to grab his cheeks.

He looked up at her with a sinister smile on his lips before he slapped her clit, the stinging pain causing her to freeze up. Kyoujuro smiled up at her as he gathered her legs over his shoulders. “You only said I couldn’t fuck or kiss you, but you didn’t special how to fuck you or what lips I could kiss.” He spanked her clit once more before gliding his tongue over the nerve.

My head fell back as I gasped from the stinging pleasure of having my sensitive bud slapped and abused before his warm, wet muscle circled it as if trying to soothe the pain. I moved to curl my hands even tighter into his hair, not knowing if I was trying to pull him away or push him closer to my needy cunt. “Fuck...” I whimpered softly.

Kyoujuro licked up and down her folds, relishing in her sweet taste. She was indeed sweet and tender, even more so than the fruit. He could stay between her thighs, eating and drinking from her drooling hole all day. His nose brushed against her clit as his tongue dipped into her sugary hole to gather her slick. “This pussy is going to be all mine.” He groaned. “Won’t it?”

In my lustful daze, his words rang true in my ears. “Yes!” I screamed out, flinching his hand came in contact with my ass, the rings he wore possibly leaving an imprint on my skin. I quickly changed my words, “Yes, sir! My pussy will belong to you.” I whined out, fingers tightening in his long golden hair as I bucked my hips upward.

He hummed as he sucked at her opening to taste as much of her sweetness as possible. A combination of her juices and his saliva rolled down his chin. She tasted better than the finest of desserts. Moving his lips up to her swollen nerve, he flicked it with his tongue as he pushed his fingers back inside her slick, clenching hole. Her cream began to smear onto the silver and black rings he wore.

“Oh fuck...” I moaned out as he attacked my clit with quick flicks. I shook my head from side to side as my thighs began to tremble and shake around his head as my back arched even further off the couch. Kyoujuro caught my body before it landed back onto the cushion, pressing my cunt deeper into his face. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I chanted as my high was nearing. “Right there, please, right there.

Kyoujuro felt her walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers. He gave her clit one last suck before pulling away completely, ruining her orgasm. The Mafia leader gave her a sweet, charming smile before he placed his still wet fingers into his mouth. “Gotta become mine if you want to cum on my tongue, princess.” Standing to his feet, Kyoujuro reached for his suit jacket before reaching behind the couch for his katana. “It’s been fun. Until your next attempt, little fireball.” He walked out of the room

I sat up, knowing he did not just leave me on edge like that. The throbbing in my core let me know that he indeed left me in such a needy state for him. Clenching my hands into tight fists, I declared. “I am going to kill him!”

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"Is that the best you can do?", his hand kept forcing you to stare at the turned on television exposing different videos from days or even months before, the tip of his shoe kept rubbing against your clit and being soaked by your slick and your head was still dizzy not knowing how to count right anymore how many times he had already ruined your orgasm just in a short time period of thirty minutes that felt like thirty hours to you.

" 'Saki, 'm so--," you began trying to stammer out a mediocre excuse feeling the knot in your tummy tighten even more, just as it had before,

Now that his shoe was almost completely because of your pussy, it was much easier to slide your folds through it and reproduce the same wet sounds his fingers made inside you when you weren't being deprived of his touch as you were at that moment.

The videos playing on television were recorded by him with you. And you didn't know what Kisaki wanted to use them for until you saw him press you against the table in the apartment living room and turn on the TV after you acted like a dumb brat all day.

"Tsk, you've been whining like an attention-seeker whore all day for me to give you attention and when I do, you can't even use my shoe to get off, pretty pathetic, even for you", a mocking chuckle escaped his lips as he tangled fingers in your hair to pull your face back until your back was arched and your eyes were staring into his.

"It's fucking ngh y-you...", you began trying to not moan as you forced hips a little harder against his shoe, your orgasm was so painfully close that maybe if Kisaki denied it again, you would end up crying, "Who's ruining all for--"

Before you could finish speaking, a trickle of saliva dripped from his tongue onto yours and you ended up choking with small tears springing to the corner of your eyes from the sudden invasion in the throat.

"Ruining what, hm? Your pussy? You?", Kisaki forced a semblance of faux sympathy before pushing you forward, leading your body away from his shoe soaked by the juices of your cunt and, again, ruining your orgasm, "You trying to be a brat with me is a great slutty bimbo."

Oh, it was stronger than you. Starting to cry and ruining the little makeup was left on your face after the humiliation session of having to use his shoe to get off because, according to Kisaki Tetta, brats like you don't deserve to have even the tip of his toes.

Using the same tip of his shoe that was soaked because of your pussy, he lifted your chin to force you to look at him.

"I didn't even give you a reason to cry, sweetie", his tone dripping malice and mischief, especially in the last word, “Wanna apologize? Or we can stay here for the rest of the night, it's not a problem for me to keep making you try to use your pretty brain to think instead of your cunt.”

You whimpered, trying to bring your hands to the face to wipe your tears, to which Kisaki scolded you using only a sharp look. And for the good reader, half a look is enough.

"Sorry, 'Saki", you felt the muscles in your thighs flex as soon as his eyes half-lidded behind his glasses at the same time as a loud moan reproduced by your voice came from the television.

You didn't know you were a slut in heat over him until you had the opportunity to hear yourself moaning his name over a recording.

"Mhm, I don't think you're trying too hard to apologize, bimbo, try harder."

"I'm so sorry, sir...", you felt the tip of his shoe tap lightly against your chin and genuinely, your mind didn't know if your mouth should keep talking more than that or not.

"You are?", his head dropped to the side and his tongue flicked past the lips, "Why don't you show me how much you’re sorry?", his eyes fell from your face to his shoe, "Lick it."

"What?", you swallowed dryly; it was the first time he had gone that far and yet your pussy clenched around nothing at his speech, "I don't--"

"It wasn't a suggestion."

And swallowing your own pride, you let the tongue out of your mouth and ran it slowly over the tip of his shoes wet with your juices. The taste of your own arousal flooding your papillae and making you need to press your thighs together as a way to keep yourself from slipping a hand between them to play with your clit, your eyes always raised to meet Kisaki's who looked at you with a mixture of contempt and pride.

If he praised you too much, you might try to outdo him and start acting like a brat again. Kisaki Tetta knew you too well.

When you finished licking up almost all the liquid staining that shoe, the man above you wasted no time in pulling you up to smack his lips against yours in a needy kiss and sliding his other hand between your legs to rub your clit, having you whimpering against his lips.

But if you thought that after making you humiliate yourself like that, Kisaki would take it a little easier on you, your pretensions were mistaken, because seconds after the kiss he guided you to the table in the living room, turned you onto your back to him and bent you over it as he unbuttoned his own pants that were already tight around his boner long ago.

As soon as he sank inside you and forced your walls to widen to take his cock, a hand placed itself on your neck to force you back to watching you being railed in the new video being displayed on the television, even though seconds later your eyes were rolling up at having Kisaki pounding inside you as if you were a personal fleshlight, just another hole to be used.

Before you could realize it, drool was dripping down the corner of your lips as your body went back and forth according to the movements behind you and, without much thought, an "oh, my fucking god" slipped from your mouth as you ended up cumming without permission from Kisaki Tetta, who whispered in your ear: "Yeah, bimbo, that's me" feeling your pussy squeezing his dick even harder than before.

“I could watch you beneath me all day.” he breaths, damp white hair hanging in your face before he leans down, sucking marks into your neck. “You just look so divine underneath me. You look almost helpless.” he coos down to you as his thrusts become more harsh. His hips slamming into yours, making sure to bash his cock into your cunt as far as he can to hear your screams. 

He wishes he could watch himself fuck you from someone else’s point of view, oh how he would revel in being able to see how pathetic you look as he fucks his fat cock in your tiny cunt, the way your body rocks back and fourth along the futon from the sheer force of him fucking into you. 

But that’s not what matters right now, as he takes a thick digit to your clit gently rubbing in circular motions, matching the speed of his now slowed thrusts, focusing on knocking the breath out of your lungs as the tip kisses your cervix.

You come undone in no time as soon as you feel the dexterity of his hand on your cunt along with his veiny cock knocking that special spot that resides in your worn out hole. Giving him no warning.

He shows you mercy as he slows down and takes his hand away as you come down.

Before he flips you onto your stomach, from his view now you laying on the futon as he kneels, you look even more helpless beneath him.

“Now” he slams his cock back into you. A large hand wrapping around your naps bringing your head back, spitting right on your face. “I’m gonna use this tight cunt however i want until i cum.”