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atlwantic

2 years ago

Fun under the Sun

SUMMARY: Manjiro Sano, leader of the most notorious crime syndicate in Japan, invited you to spend a week on his private tropical island. There, you'll experience the height of luxury and the depths of debauchery. Will you succumb to the temptations?

Warnings: rough sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, deepthroating, titjob, anal sex, gangbang, impregnation, triple penetration, nipple play, creampie, bondage, gags, consensual non-consent

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey x AFAB!Reader WC: 5.5k

You smirked as you passed fellow revelers on the way to the club. You could feel eyes on you as your hips swayed and the low-riding, tight, black leather pants you wore let everyone see just how well they gripped the jiggling globes of your luscious ass cheeks. The orange top you wore was working overtime to contain your heavy breasts, your cleavage spilling out of the low-cut neckline, but the material was sturdier than it appeared. It had to be to considering how hard you intended to hit the dance floor.

You were about to step out onto the street to cross when a limousine suddenly pulled up in front of you. Your eyes momentarily flashed red in irritation before you raised an eyebrow quizzically as the rear window began to lower.

A handsome man regarded you coolly. Despite the white of his hair, he didn't seem to be old, his pale skin surprisingly smooth and wrinkle free.

"Good evening, madam. Forgive my abruptness, but I would like to make you an offer-"

"Save it mister," You cut in abruptly. "I'm not a prostitute and even if I was, you couldn't afford me, fancy car and all. Now beat it before I stop being polite."

The man's face was nearly unreadable, but you caught the slightest hint of a smirk before he motioned to his driver and the limo drove on.

You gave your hair a toss to shake off you frustration at such a lame pickup attempt before you continued to the club. The doorman didn't slow you down for a second as others continued to wait in line. You made a beeline for the dance floor, letting the blasting music envelope you. You lost yourself in the rhythm and press of other bodies.

After several songs and grinding on many anonymous individuals, you had worked up a thirst. You made you way to the bar, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face. Before you could open your mouth to order, a drink was set before you. You stared at the glass suspiciously before the presence of someone beside you drew you attention.

Seeing the man from the limo shouldn't have come as a shock, plenty of guys had continued to hit on you after you had snubbed their advances. What was shocking was how out of place he seemed in his crisp and pressed white double-breasted blazer, a red handkerchief in the breast pocket, black shirt, vest and white tie. It clashed horribly with the bar's throngs of young people in various styles of alluring outfits, and yet, he exuded a confidence that made it seem like everyone else were the ones who didn't belong.

"The drink is on the house, madam," he said as he raised a martini in salute.

"What are you? The owner?" You asked derisively, knowing for a fact that that club owner was a much younger man who had hit on you several times.

"Yes, in fact," he said before taking a sip from his drink. "As of several minutes ago."

When you stared at him in disbelief, he raised his free hand above his head and made a short cutting motion. Immediately the music died and the patrons began looking around in confusion.

"Come, join me at a table while my men clear the club so we can have a private conversation."

True to his word, the bouncers were ushering everyone else out of the club. Still in shock, you followed him and sat opposite at one of the tables along the wall. It took several minutes for the club to empty out and they sat in silence, youre trying to keep your surprise in check.

"I suppose an introduction is in order," he said once the place was empty. "My name is Manjiro Sano."

Your eyes widened in recognition of the name, but you have not really seen the man’s face until now. He continued before you could say anything.

"Judging from your reaction, I assume you have heard of my active organization. I am currently Bonten's head, but I am not here in that capacity. Suffice to say my criminal life has not been a happy one for a long time. I'm divesting myself from my syndicate. I've taken what I felt I was due and now I find myself in need of a companion worthy of my station."

He sat back, sipping his drink as he let his words sink in.

"Me?!" You were unable to contain your incredulity before it gave way to anger that drove you to your feet. "I told you already, I'm not a prostitute! You may be the infamous Manjiro Sano of Bonten, but I am not scared to defy you. First of all, I have no business with an underworld king like you. I am sorry -"

"Please, at least hear my offer before you reject it outright," Manjiro said as he reached into an inner coat pocket and withdrew a pen. He began writing on a napkin as he continued, "One week as my escort to my private island. You can leave any time you desire, but while there you will experience the kind of luxury few can even imagine."

Manjiro finished writing on the napkin, folded it in half, and slid it towards you, "And to compensate you for your time and company."

You hesitantly reached out and picked up the napkin as you sat back down, unfolding it to find an obscenely large number written on it.

"I can pay even more if that isn't enough," Manjiro whispered in you ear, causing you to jump in your seat. You hadn't noticed him moving around to your side of the table. As your eyes met his piercing onyx gaze, you were surprised to find no hint of condescension, just earnest desire.

You looked away as your cheeks flushed and your heart raced. The napkin crumpled as you balled your hands into fists to keep from fidgeting.

"I-I suppose checking it out couldn't hurt."

***

Manjiro hadn't been lying about the luxury that awaited you. It had only been a couple of days but you were already wondering how you would go back to your normal life. It wasn't like you had lived a meager life before meeting Manjiro, but it certainly seemed that way in comparison. You ate the finest meals and drank spirits that were beyond top shelf. You swam in crystal clear waters and hiked beautiful trails, and surprisingly, Manjiro was by your side for most of it.

Throughout it all you were aware of his eyes trailing over your body but he never made you feel uncomfortable or tried to push himself upon you. He was engaging and attentive, quick to offer up a new activity or service if there was ever a lull in your revelry, though at that exact moment a lull was just the thing you were looking for.

You were reclined on a beach towel that had a thread count so high it felt almost criminal to lay on it. Your aviator sunglasses kept the sun out of your eyes as you let the sound of the waves sink you into a state of deep relaxation. The only thing that kept you from drifting off to sleep was the sound of footsteps approaching.

"You should be more careful," Manjiro said as he stood over you, his eyes trailing down you body and the orange and yellow striped bikini you wore.

You turned your head a fraction to regard him, "Why? There's nothing dangerous on this island and I doubt any of your staff are a threat."

Manjiro chuckled at the notion, "I was referring to the sun. It would be a shame to have your flawless skin damaged by a sunburn. I have some lotion with me. Would you be so kind as to help me with the hard-to-reach spots?"

It was a small request so you didn't seem the harm in it as you took off your sunglasses and pushed yourself up. Manjiro handed you the bottle and you began to rub a hearty squirt of the stuff into his back. This was the first time you had gotten so close in a situation that might be seen as intimate. Manjiro glanced over his shoulder down at you and you felt a blush creep into you cheeks even though all youre doing was running your hands up and down his back. It actually made you focus more on his body and you noticed that he had a supple and muscular build on the leaner side, similar to a marathon runner's.

"Would you let me return the favor?" Manjiro asked as you finished, catching you off-guard. The idea of his hands running over your body made you shiver in a way that surprised you. You knew he desired you, but sex had never been outright stated as part of your deal, and finding yourself entertaining the idea was startling.

"That would be nice," You found yourself saying before you partially snapped back to your senses. "Just mind my hair," you added in warning before you laid back down on you stomach.

Manjiro knelt beside you, and you glanced back at him out of the corner of your eye as you rested your head on your crossed arms. You found yourself once more eyeing his lithe build when you noticed the bulge of his speedo. You must have stared because Manjiro paused and then glanced down at his crotch. Once more he surprised you when he laughed.

"Do you find this embarrassing?" He asked, oozing confidence as he spread his legs wider to display what seemed to be a truly impressive erection straining against the tight fabric. "I won't deny that part of why I asked you to accompany me was a physical attraction. There's no shame in verbally or physically admitting you arouse me. May I continue?"

You swallowed and nodded before turning away to hide your blush. You still jumped a little as his hands began to work lotion into you skin. Slowly the rubdown became more of a massage and Manjiro surprised you again with his deft touch and strong hands. You barely gasped in surprise when his hands squeezed the back of your thighs and daringly cupped the bottom of your ass. Meeting no resistance, he boldly grabbed your ass cheeks, his fingers sinking deeply as he squeezed and spread them. You bit you lip as he manhandled your bubble butt, knowing you should stop him, but unable to bring yourself to do so.

"Y/N, you are the most exquisite woman I've ever laid eyes on," Manjiro said as one of his hands slipped beneath your bikini bottom. Your knuckles were white as you gripped your arms while his fingers explored the deep valley of you ass. Your asshole puckered and twitched as his fingers brushed over it before diving deeper.

You buried you face into the towel to muffle you moan as his fingers slid over your damp folds. He teasingly probed your pussy as his other hand trailed up your body to undo your top. That brought your head up, only for you to yelp as Manjiro surprised you by rolling you onto you back. You could have easily stopped him but the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, it was intoxicating and you wanted more.

Emboldened, Manjiro kissed you while fondling your breast and teasing you pussy. He deftly rolled your hardening nipple between thumb and index finger while stirring your pussy up with his other hand. You moaned around his lips and squirmed with pleasure but as good as his fingers felt sliding in and out of you pussy, there was something more fulfilling you couldn't stop picturing. Manjiro let out a grunt of surprise as you hand cupped his crotch but he quickly recovered and began slowly, steadily thrusting against you hand. You continued manually stimulating each other until his speedo was thoroughly stained with precum and your cunt was flushed and glistening with fluids.

Manjiro finally pulled away, if only to shed his speedo and free his cock to bob in the air. You sharply inhaled as you got your first good look at his dick. You were by no means a virgin but the meaty monolith gave you pause even as you sat up to grasp the base. Manjiro moaned his approval as you brought your other hand to caress his heavy balls.

"I promise you won't be disappointed if you give it a try," Manjiro added, his confidence irrepressible as ever.

You obliged, if only to see the look on his face as you wrapped your lips around his tip. It was your turn to tease him as you slurped lewdly on his cock, making no effort to take more than what was already in your mouth. The shudder of pleasure that shot through him as your tongue swirled around his glans felt very satisfying. You could tell Manjiro wanted more as you edged him with slow strokes with both hands, the remnants of lotion making your hands quite slick.

Once you felt he had suffered on the brink enough you eased off him, earning a look of annoyance that quickly shifted to amazement as you lay back on the towel. You reached down, squeezing your heavy breasts between you arms as your hands spread you pussy open in invitation.

"Give it a try, I promise you won't be disappointed," you teased, throwing his boast back at him.

Manjiro practically pounced on you, barely able to maintain his air of superiority as desire raged inside him. You threw your head back as he spread you open slowly, savoring you like a fine wine. He trailed kisses up your chest, eventually nuzzling into your neck with his ticklish mustache as his cock stretched you more than any other man or toy ever had. For the briefest of moments, you stayed embraced like that before Manjiro's grip shifted to your hips, lifting them ever so slightly, and he slammed himself the rest of the way forward.

Your back arched and you gasped at the sudden intensity, but even more than that, was just how amazing it felt to be speared by his cock. He struck depths that left you quaking beneath him and as he pulled back the flare of his mushroom-shaped tip dragged along your walls until your eyes crossed in delicious agony. Manjiro drove himself forward with relentless stamina as his hands shifted to grab the back of yourr thighs. He forced your ass up higher until his balls were heartily slapping against you, resounding across the empty beach.

"Would you grant me a request?" Manjiro suddenly asked, not even breathing hard as he pounded away at your pussy.

"Wh-what did you have in mind?" You asked before you bit you lip to keep back a sad sigh as he pulled out of you.

"Get on your hands and knees."

You blushed but quickly rolled over to comply. You looked back to Manjiro as he once more grabbed your waist and stuffed you full of his cock. This angle wasn't quite as deep but his pace was nearly breakneck in comparison, causing your ass to ripple with his thrusts while your heavy breasts swayed wildly, your excited nipples dragging occasionally along the towel beneath you. He hammered your pussy like he intended to truly get his money's worth out of you, and you let you head fall to rest on you arms, if only to keep him from seeing how his harsh pounding made your limbs tremble with desire.

As if he could sense your enthusiasm at his rough treatment, Manjiro took one hand from your hip and raised it high overhead. The spank sent a shockwave up through your body and though you cried out sharply, it quickly morphed into a hearty moan. Another spank had you driving yourself into his thrusts, panting and grunting as you met his intensity with you own. Manjiro peppered your ass with spanks, occasionally switching hands so both cheeks were decorated with vibrant hand prints. Each strike made your eyes flare red as you threw you head back, whipping you hair this way and that while reveling in the heady mix of pain and pleasure.

Manjiro's stamina was truly incredible, but your need for release outmatched even his incredible pace. With one powerful slam of your ass, you sent Manjiro sprawling, catching him entirely off guard. Before he could pick himself up, you pounced on him, your eyes dangerously red as your hair seemed to be made of fire. You held him down easily with just one hand as the other aligned his cock with your dripping pussy. The force with which you dropped onto his cock made his eyes bulge and were it not for the sand you were fucking on, he might have suffered real damage. As it was, you seemed intent on riding him into the ground, even as the walls of your pussy squeezed him so tight that he thought you might lift him up with just the grip of your sex.

Though he'd been taken by surprise Manjiro quickly recovered and grabbed hold of your pillowy breasts, aggressively mashing one as he brought his mouth to yourr stiff nipple. Your tit flesh was like dough between his fingers as he squeezed and yourr peaked nipple was nearly as sensitive as your clit under his skilled tongue. Your fucking became more a battle of wills, a race to see whose body would give out first and unfortunately for you, Manjiro's spanks weren't quite the same as a battle with a noob white-belter in karate. Your eyes became lazy once more, and you paused as a wave of exhaustion came over you.

In that moment Manjiro rolled you onto your back and this time he rose to his feet as he grabbed your legs, folding you nearly in half. With your ankles by your head in a mating press, Manjiro slammed into you harder and faster than ever. Your pussy gushed like a fountain every time he plunged into you, and you mewled weakly as his cock repeatedly struck the entrance to your womb. Seeing you tremble as you were overwhelmed with pleasure was the catalyst he needed to reach his own climax and with a powerful lung, he drove himself down and came violently. He made smaller, gentler thrusts in time with each swell of his cock, rocking you almost tenderly as he filled you with delicious and copious amount of his fertile seed. Finally, he let your legs drop limply so he could cup your face in his hands, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You shivered, both from the kiss and the sensation of his cock slipping free of your pussy, hot cum oozing from your gaping hole.

When he pulled away, you gulped down air, still shivering as every touch made your nerves scream. Manjiro laid down beside you, watching you with amusement and an unsatiated hunger.

"So, I take it you'll be staying the rest of the week?" He asked, smirking confidently.

You surprised him again as you rolled over to straddle his waist, before laying your body atop his and kissing him deeply. When you pulled away, your eyes were alight with desire as you said, "I think you need to talk a little less if we're going to make up for all the time we wasted not fucking."

With that you slid down his body and enveloped his cock between your massive tits, working them back and forth to massage his cock back to life with your ample breasts.

***

True to your word, you and Manjiro spent the next several days fucking constantly. You still enjoyed the pleasures of the island, but often while enjoying the pleasures of each other's bodies as well. You even fucked shamelessly in front of the staff when meals were prepared and served to them. Manjiro especially enjoyed drinking fine wines from the depths of your bosom as you squeezed your weighty breasts together.

You had just finished a meal and you were on your knees, coaxing dessert from Manjiro's balls. He sat in a chair, unfortunately distracted from you deepthroating his cock. That didn't stop him from grabbing your head and hilting his cock in you throat before pumping a heavy load into your stomach. When he finally let go of you, you coughed heartily but didn't seem all that upset, you had found you enjoyed it when he got rough with you. If anything, you were concerned with his preoccupation.

"Is everything all right?" You asked as you rested you folded arms on his knee, laying your head atop your arms as you looked up at Manjiro.

For the first time since you had met, Manjiro seemed hesitant. He finally looked down to you with a furrowed brow.

"Do you trust me?"

You picked your head up as you frowned. It was a strange question for him to ask after spending the past couple of days fucking you.

"I don't think I would have let you fuck my ass if I didn't," You said as you playfully rocked his leg back and forth, trying dispel the air of unease you felt.

"What if I told you that I've invited a number of my executives to the island to fuck you for an obscene amount of money? Not only that, but if anyone manages to impregnate you, then that man will win the entire pot of money they have all put forward. What would you say to that?"

You searched Manjiro's face for any hint of tomfoolery but he remained somberly serious. You wanted to lash out in outrage, demand if the past few days had meant anything to him, but as expected of a syndicate boss, you’re not surprised if he use you like he use other people simply for their funny gambling games, foul desires, and lecherous amusement, his executives will place bets on who can manage to impregnate you in the shortest span of time, and the winner will take home the entire pot money. Cruel and inhumane indeed. But you couldn't stop thinking about how he had answered your question with a question of his own. Did you trust him?

"I would say that I do trust you, but if I end knocked up with some random guy's baby, you'll owe me far more than money." You emphasized your words by gripping his shaft and squeezing until it was just shy of painful.

Manjiro's face split in a massive smile as he reached down to stroke your cheek affectionately. "You have my word that it won't come to that, not even close."

***

The next day you found yourself naked, and on your knees with your arms bound tightly but comfortably behind your back. You could hear the murmur of a crowd around you, but they seemed to be waiting for something. You hated to admit but the combination of being made to wait and knowing there were so many eyes devouring the sight of you voluptuous naked body was making you wet and needy.

Finally, the sound of something metallic striking glass rang out and the crowd grew silent. Manjiro's voice boomed through the room, "Welcome gentlemen, I know you are all looking forward to today's event. Before we begin, I would like to assure you that Y/N is indeed fertile and ovulating, as you can read from her laboratory analysis results." There was brief pause and some more murmuring before Manjiro continued, "Well then, if there are no further issues, then for the next twenty-four hours fill her up as much as you can and may the most potent man win!"

Your head snapped towards Manjiro's voice, he hadn't mentioned anything about being fucked for a day straight! It was too late to do anything about it as you were immediately surrounded by a press of bodies. Despite their rush they seemed to have decided some sort of pecking order as two purple haired guys positioned you so you were straddling the one with the jellyfishy mullet while the taller guy with the neat hairstyle you assumed to be his brother considering their similar faces, held your shoulders. They unceremoniously began pounding your ass and pussy. The others satisfied themselves with groping and caressing you, pinching your nipples, tugging your ample breasts roughly, and jamming fingers into your mouth through the O-ring gag that forced your mouth open. You moaned and grunted as the cocks of the two brothers fucking you ground against each other through the walls of your body. Eventually a third cock was forced through your gag which belongs to a man with a lovely pink hair, and your cries were reduced to wet gargles as you were facefucked mercilessly by the madman.

They seemed to redouble their efforts, shifting you again to lay on your back atop a man with a silver long hair as he hammered your asshole while another cock from a tall scarred man with heterochromatic eyes speared your pussy. Someone grabbed your head and tilted it back so they could continue fucking your mouth, it was the pretty man with pink hair again, eventually a fourth man with the purple mullet straddled your stomach as you felt hands squeezing your pillowy breasts together so he could fuck your tits wildly. The bodies kept being replaced by more until you lost count of the number of times you'd been cummed in or on, only that the reek of ejaculate was embedded in your nose and you were starting to feel rather sore all over.

Even though you'd been told the goal was to impregnate you, the men seemed equally content to dump their loads in your ass and mouth and you were soon leaking profusely from all three holes. Despite your initial trepidation, the constant pressure from all sides and the seemingly endless line of dicks plugging your holes was driving you wild. Not because they were satisfying you, but because of their complete inability to do so. It was like an endless battle against foes who tried to measure up to Manjiro but always came up short; every ejaculation was a victory for you. You threw yourself into draining their balls, flexing your lower muscles to tighten your holes, making the men fucking you cry out in pleasure as cum exploded from their cocks.

There were occasional pauses where you were wiped down with a wet cloth and given some water, but the bondage and the rest of the gear was never removed. In time even your stamina began to flag but the men paid your whimpers no mind as they abused your holes and by the time it was finally over you were a moaning, shivering mess that was barely conscious. You were on your side, panting through the O-ring when a hand touched your face. You flinched reflexively but the hand remained and the way it caressed your cheek was familiar. You lifted your head as Manjiro spoke from right beside you.

"Well gentlemen, you've successfully fucked her for an entire day. Thanks to advances in medical technologies, we'll be able to see right now if any of you are going to be a proud papa and win money."

Conception can happen in hours, but implantation usually happens about a week later. The technology Manjiro is talking about directly scans a fertilized egg in your womb and not the hormone called HCG which is only evident after the implantation, making this invention quite handy in their short-timed games.

The gag came off you and though you had to squint and everything was blurry from your teary eyes, you were able to make out a holographic projection above you. As your vision cleared you saw it was a readout of yourself, vitals that was currently updating. An excited hush filled the room as the update percentage climbed toward completion. Despite Manjiro's earlier assurance that everything would be fine, you felt a sour lump in your gut that had nothing to do with the liters of sperm you'd swallowed.

The update reached 100% and groans of disappointment filled the room as the screen flashed negative results. No conception happened. You let your head fall to the floor in relief, barely aware of Manjiro quelling angry cries of protest and ushering everyone else from the room. You laid there on the brink of slipping into unconsciousness when Manjiro returned and knelt beside you. He tenderly undid your restraints and helped you into a sitting position. Your jaw ached from being kept open for so long but you ignored the pain as you spoke.

"How did you know I wouldn't get pregnant?"

Manjiro met your gaze evenly before glancing to the side. You followed his eyes and saw tables lining the edge of the room and many empty glasses atop them all.

"A good businessman always gives himself an edge over the competition. In this case, a little known, fast-acting drug that renders my men temporarily infertile. I made sure they were all dosed by the time they arrived on the island, and slipped more into their drinks as a precaution. By the time they take their wives or mistresses to bed, they'll be perfectly fine."

Sly, loathsome, evil, little creature. You thought. In the end, the proceeds went to his beloved syndicate’s fund. Manjiro looked back at you and his features softened as his hand touched you wrist where the marks of you bindings were vibrant and red.

"Are you all right?"

"I'll be fine. Give me a few hours and we can go back to having some proper fun."

You laughed at the look of surprise on Manjiro's face. "I haven't had a proper orgasm in twenty-four hours, you'll have to work hard to make up for all that wasted time."

***

It was the final day of your arrangement and Manjiro and you had spent every waking moment entangled in each other. You were sitting in his lap, bouncing madly on his cock as he split your ass, your hefty bottom clapping loudly. Manjiro had his face between your breasts, which easily obscured his whole head as he moaned with abandon. You ran your hands through his hair before pulling his head up so you could latch on to his lips. As you kissed deeply, you slammed your ass down and was rewarded with an explosion of heat deep in your bowels. You rocked your hips to wring every last drop from Manjiro's cock before resting your forehead against his and sighing contentedly.

"What would you say to extending your stay with me?" Manjiro suddenly asked as you sat in each other's embrace.

"Mmm, how much longer?" You responded huskily as you flexed your floor muscles to squeeze and massage his cock in your ass, hoping for another round.

"Forever."

“…”

"Marry me, Y/N. Stay by my side here, for the rest of our lives, and bear my children."

…

“I am sorry Manjiro, this was not part of our deal” You leaned down to kiss him as he laid you down and then moaned as his cock surged to life in your asshole. That moan became a sad sigh as he pulled his cock free.

…

Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between them and clogged his throat. It slaughtered his trust. They exchanged blind words, and he did not cry, he did not beg, but blackness filled his ears, blackness lunged in his heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.

Manjiro chuckled dryly as you lay both down basked in the afterglow of your sex, “Just kidding.”

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iruumi

2 years ago

breed me pls i wanna die

(un)lucky.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 3,7K.

𖦹 content: hard dom!mikey, unprotected sex, knotting, slight voice kink, breeding kink, dub-con, breath play, a/b/o dynamic, marking, slight manhadle, mention of blood (but not blood kink), impregnation, mention of mindbreak, hair pulling, scratching, oral sex (f! receiving), feral!mikey (i feel the need to put this as a warning!).

𖦹 pairings: alpha!manjiro sano x omega!f!reader.

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How did you get to this position?

No, more importantly, at what point did your clothes come off your body and hit the floor?

The first thing you could honestly remember was having a small, not very important discussion with Emma and Chifuyu about going to her place. And by place, reference is made to the Sano house. The initial idea was just to accompany your two friends on what should be something like a movie night, but just his presence and knowing that he would possibly be there irritated you.

It irritated you to the point where you felt the blood ache against your temples, throat go dry, hands sweat cold and heart beat a little faster as if it wanted to pierce your ribs. But it was not exactly hate, you'd rather think it was just simple despise because that's exactly what Manjiro Sano deserved for his behavior.

Not everyday, usual behavior. But rather, what he apparently chose for the most difficult days in the months of his mediocre life. Some girls you knew used to say that Mikey had probably been the most aggressive and uncontrolled alpha with whom they had been (un)lucky enough to sleep. This kind of information was noted in your memory as a way to avoid him, at least on the days that it came to your attention that he would be going through some rut.

Sano Manjiro was a problem you didn't want to have to deal with. But still, when Chifuyu said that "the three of you were just going to watch a quick little movie and then go meet Kazutora and Takemichi at the cafeteria", you believed him too soon. And it wasn't as if your blond friend had lied, quite the contrary: his idea really was just to watch a movie with you and Emma and maybe even Mikey.

If only he wasn't locked in his bedroom trying to get through a rut without anyone's seemingly unnecessary help. And this information only came to your attention when, almost half a block away from the Sano family home, an intense smell intoxicated your nostrils, corroded your brain from the inside and almost knocked you out, leaving your legs as weak as jelly and you needing to lean on one of Chifuyu's arms.

— Holy shit... — You spoke desperately, putting one hand over your nose as you felt your head start to spin and eyes begin to focus, get cloudy and slowly refocus and shivers traveled up your back in the shape of electric waves and landed around the middle of your legs like a starter motor of an arousal you neither wanted nor intended to feel.

— Emma, wait up! — Chifuyu exclaimed as he saw Emma continue walking unaware that you had stopped walking to pull yourself together, and Mikey's sister turned back suddenly before running to where you and that beta had stopped in the middle of the street.

— Damn it, Emma... — You gasped, taking a deep breath before letting go of Chifuyu's arm and straightening the posture, your hand still covering your nose, even though your sanity was already beginning to be eaten away. — I swear ... if that fucking smell is coming from him, I’ll kill you and... — Emma interrupted you by raising her hands as if in surrender.

— In my defense, I didn't even know his rut started today! Y’know that almost every week I sleep in the college dormitory and he and Shin stay at home, just the two of them. — She complained, looking from you to Chifuyu. — You... what the hell, Y/N, if you want to go home, we'll take you back. — You bit your lower lip weighing your options, and as you took a deep breath before answering, your mind had to cling to whatever self-control was left so that your eyes wouldn't roll up as more of the essence of a guy you despised entered your nostrils.

— I already stink of Mikey's scent anyway, now there's no point in going home. — You huffed, shaking the air around your face in an attempt to get some of that essence out and walked back side by side with Chifuyu and Emma until the three of you were standing in front of the Sano family home. — Just don't leave me alone with him.

The two of them nodded in agreement, but you didn't feel all that firm in their agreement since you were looking from Chifuyu to Emma and vice versa and neither of them were wanting to maintain much eye contact. "Cowards...", you thought before entering the house and walking straight into the living room where there were already several pillows, comforters and sheets spread out on the sofa bed present in the middle of the room.

— I'll make some popcorn, be right back! — Emma announced, leaving her coat on the sofa and going to the kitchen, taking Chifuyu with her to get soda, juice and other sweets that she had probably bought just for that night.

You've stared at the Netflix catalog open on the television since only God knows when with hands nervously groping the edges of the shorts glued to your thighs and brain trying to wiggle out and push away the thoughts racing through your mind.

Was Mikey in his room? If so, was he feeling pain? The same way you felt when you were experiencing heat with no one to help you relieve the burning desire inside your body?

You huffed because you found yourself worrying a little too much about how Manjiro could handle his own rut. He didn't deserve your pity, but you needed to somehow clear your thoughts and make your hands stop breaking out in a cold sweat. Maybe washing your face would help. Your eyes went to the staircase leading up to the other floor of the house and a heavy sigh escaped through your lips.

"All right, Y/N, you just need to... go to the bathroom upstairs, wash your face, and run back down here. Obviously you can do that, you're not a child anymore."

And that's how their feet found each other, walking up the stairs as fast as possible.

When you reached the top floor, eyes automatically fell on the ajar door of Mikey's room. You knew it was his because you had been to the Sano house several times in other months. But today it wasn't wide open as usual, you could only see a sliver of light slipping through the edges of the door. Your tongue passed slowly over lips, your brain making you think: "What if..."

Your head cocked back and forth. What if nothing. Don't jinx it, keep going to the bathroom to wash your face.

Your feet took you to the bathroom that was about two doors away from Mikey's room and the more seconds that passed before your fingers turned on the sink faucet, the faster your heart beat, the more tension tightened your muscles from the inside to the outside, the more the pit of your stomach seemed to clench in anticipation.

But anticipation for what exactly? For Manjiro to get his claws into you?

You let out a debauched laugh at your own thoughts. "Not in a million years."

Soon after washing your face and drying hands, you found yourself facing that hallway again that seemed even longer than before and your eyes eventually landed on the ajar door to Mikey's room. The gap now seemed a little wider, and deep down you knew that Manjiro was on the other side of that door just waiting to pull you in, if the alpha inside his brain was getting tired of having to deal with its own rut alone. You knew he could smell you.

And then, the door to his room opened so fast that not a blink of your eye could assimilate the moment when the figure of Mikey, with his light hair and dark eyes in perfect contrast, cheeks soaked with a redness you didn't usually see much and only a pair of sweatpants that didn't hide his boner very well, stood in the middle of that doorway.

— The fuck are you waiting for? — You blinked a few times, feeling his voice travel through every fiber of your body and into your brain as if it were some kind of antidote to any doubts you had previously had.

— W-What? — Your voice faltered and broke in the middle of the question and you felt pathetic in front of the alpha who just glanced at your body for a few seconds and then finished unlatching the door to walk with quick, almost desperate strides and grab your shirt collar with a firm grip before pulling you toward him to the point where your face was only inches away from his and you had to brace your hands against the walls of the hallway to avoid ending up with your lips on his prematurely.

— Don't play dumb with me, Y/N, not now. — His voice sounded even huskier and lower than before, his breath hitching against your cheeks, the smell radiating from his body making you have to mentally shout that Mikey was a problem you didn't want to have to take care of, and his eyes moving from yours to your mouth slowly. — Y'know I need to... — His face tilted in your direction and you tried to push your head back in the opposite direction. — This, from you, dammit.

— No, Mikey, I'm not going to become your little toy like... — The look on his face was enough to make you shut up and get legs shaking some more.

It wasn't as if you were seeing Sano Manjiro who laughed at your mean little jokes. It was a beast that was usually cooped up inside of him.

And the next thing you knew he was tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face against his to kiss you with an eagerness and gluttony that made you run out of air too fast.

Manjiro quickly hooked hands around your waist and pulled you, literally: pulled you, into his room before slamming the door. His lips were still on yours, tongue wanting to slide into your mouth and you tried not to return the kiss until you felt his palms slide down your back to reach the collar of your shirt again and start tearing the fabric.

The tatters of your shirt falling to the floor and the bed and being accompanied by your shorts that were not ripped by Mikey, but had the buttons popping open as they were forced open by his nimble fingers. And you didn't want to admit that it turned you on a little, more than you would allow yourself to say out loud.

Maybe it was the Omega inside your conscience burning to give yourself to Manjiro. Maybe the contempt trapped inside you was simply, in fact, pure tension or repressed sexual desire, since you and that Alpha now above you hungrily taking your lips looked like two magnets destined to end up pulling against each other.

It was only a matter of time before he managed to get hands on you.

Your fingers tangled in Mikey's soft hair not knowing whether they wanted to pull his face closer or push him away so that you could regain the air that had escaped your lungs. And just as his tongue managed to slide into your mouth and curl around yours, the sound of some more fabric being torn was heard and you, without having to look to be sure, knew it was your panties because seconds later a warm breeze was hitting your wet folds and newly exposed clit and making you moan against his lips.

His hands felt so warm traversing your body, squeezing your waist and doing the same to your breasts before placing themselves on your thighs and spreading your legs so far apart from each other it almost hurt. His lips parted from yours and a thin line of saliva connected the tip of your tongue to his in almost the same lewd way seconds later his mouth connected with your throbbing pussy as Manjiro slid down your body and felt the all too tempting sweet scent of your intimacy reach his nostrils and finish sweeping away any self-control present in his mind.

And he wanted so badly to take his time eating you out. Licking his lips on your juices and letting his eyes roll up every time you pulled his neatly cropped hair to force his face a little further between your legs. Exactly as you began to do as soon as the tip of his tongue brushed against your swollen clit and applied a little pressure there.

Your almost pathetic Omega body couldn't refuse everything an Alpha like Mikey could offer and make you feel, proof of which were the moans in the shape of "Manjiro" escaping your lips and the way your toes curled in a failed attempt to get some of the tension out of your body.

His room beginning to smell of sex and the essence of its owner. Of your future owner.

Mikey's cock was aching inside his sweatpants and it didn't take long for him to rise up with your juices dripping down his chin to get rid of those pants soon and finally release his shaft almost completely smeared with pre-cum.

"Fuck", was the first thing you thought as the alpha above you grabbed your legs to press them against your breasts in a typical mating press position and your eyes couldn't disengage from how his pink tip was leaking probably more than it would in a sexual situation out of a rut. Your brain struggling between the anticipation of wanting to feel him fully enlarging you and the fear of it hurting more than you expected.

— Mikey, I-fuck! W-Wait! Cannot-- — One of his hands hooked around your mouth to pull your body up until your eyes were directly facing his and, at the same time that this action of his made your stomach flutter even more in anticipation and your breathing quicken, the swollen tip of his cock pressed against your tight entrance and pressed there to start sliding into you.

— You will. — Manjiro spoke in something that was little more than a simple moan mixed into a feral growl and before he really finished penetrating you with his tip, his hips were already thrusting against yours to really widen your walls and finally make his dick fully enter your warm, soft interior until it was kissing your cervix. — Fuck-mhm! — Mikey's head fell back and a long, drawn-out moan escaped from deep in his throat and made you tighten around his shaft. — This, you, fuck. Exactly... ngh what I needed.

The hand that was once over your mouth fell to the middle of your neck in a firm grip that was eventually pressing you against the mattress of the messy bed, his cock beginning to move in and out of your tight pussy as if you were little more than a fleshlight at hand to be used and Manjiro's voice above you escaping through in the form of moans, grunts and the words "You," "tight".

And once he started thrusting harder and harder, with what gentleness he always possessed because he couldn't control himself properly, you could barely make up your mind whether what predominated your body was pain or pleasure. Your muscles were completely spasming and eyes could barely fix or focus on Mikey's sweaty and flushed face above you.

So this is what it felt like to lay with a guy, with an alpha like him? Being used like a ragdoll? To enjoy being treated like that? Goddammit, Manjiro was fucking out of your body any kind of spiteful attitude or contempt you tried to feel for him, putting you in exactly the only possible place you should have always been: beneath him, moaning like you were facing your own heat, with saliva dripping from the corners of the lips and eyes rolling up every time his cock kissed your cervix and his pelvic bone rubbed against your swollen clit.

Your eyes fell on Mikey's ajar lips that were letting out several moans and whimpers and you felt the shame burn inside your cheeks and make you tighten around his dick as you wondered how well they seemed to fit yours. Definitely, the alpha above your body, fucking you in mating press, was driving you completely insane. At what other point in your life had you even thought about wanting to kiss him?

However, he seemed to understand exactly what you wanted, needed. Even without you verbalizing it, even though his mind was too busy being consumed by pleasure and lack of self-control.

Seconds later, one of Manjiro's hands was tangling fingers in your hair and pulling your face up until his mouth was over yours in a heated, needy kiss. And the more time the two of you spent kissing, the more his hips seemed to apply force against yours; eventually the headboard of the bed was slamming against the wall forcefully and adding yet another repetitive, lewd sound to the symphony that until then had only consisted of your moans, the alpha's grunts and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

You could feel his dick pulsing against your walls, it was obvious that Mikey was dangerously close to cumming inside you, to filling you completely to the point of leaking, to fucking his little puppies into your womb, to knotting you. And just because of that, babbling and panting in the dumb, stupid format of "Please" and "D-Dont" began to drip from your lips at the same time that Manjiro's mouth slid from your lips and lodged itself on your neck in little bites that were sure to leave marks.

Your hand still hooked in his platinum hair, pulling it as if it were a small incentive for him to continue, for him to carry what he started to the end. Your hips forcing themselves against his.

Oh, marking you. Marking, marking, marking. The only thing besides knotting you present in Mikey's mind was this. He had the right to make you completely his, didn't he? Make you the only possible mom of his puppies, right?

Manjiro wrapped hands around your waist to keep your body still as he continued to pound inside you and then you felt probably the only sensation that you had never gotten to feel until then, during the times you had sex with other people who were Beta. Receiving the teeth of an alpha sinking into the curve of your neck hard enough to make little fillets and droplets of blood spring up and run down your shoulder.

He was literally marking you forever and instead of trying to push him away, as you would have done if you were in full consciousness, your hand simply forced his face a little deeper against your neck.

The spasms that coursed through your body because of Mikey's simple action made you clench massively around his cock and literally end up cumming with such intensity that you almost felt as if your eyesight was going completely blank and mind was almost giving out. The only thing holding you to consciousness was the sound of skin slapping against skin and the feel of his dick fucking you mercilessly.

And just after you had cum completely on his shaft, you felt Manjiro's base swell and become engorged just seconds before his hot cum was spurting straight into your womb and the veins around his dick were pulsing against your walls and making you moan his name out loud. The alpha's hot breath above you slapping against your marked neck and your hands sliding down his back to scratch them until they left welts behind. The feeling of being completely filled was mind-boggling, it almost made you end up cumming again.

Mikey's head falling back as he felt you drain practically every last drop of his fertile cream while several disconnected sounds escaped through his lips. "You", "fuck", "mine", "this".

And one of your hands going to grab hold of Manjiro's hair again to pull him into another kiss. You stupidly felt the need to have him kiss you again, as if it were a testament that the two of you were now each other's and maybe at the moment your mind didn't even realize the gravity of what it was like to be marked and knotted by Sano Manjiro.

As soon as the base of his cock began to deflate and it was possible for Mikey to slowly withdraw from your filled pussy, your head fell back to lean against the soft mattress of his bed and he propped his hands one on either side of your head to stared at your face as breathless as his own. You looked beautiful like that, beneath him, completely fucked up, with your body ruined, almost to the limit.

And this time it was he who resumed the kiss, his arms cradling you in an embrace that you didn't want to think was too affectionate not to end up liking Manjiro more than you wanted to. The panting breaths of the two of you gradually merging until you undid that temporary connection.

But from the hungry and lustful look still present on his face, it was obvious that soon his feral and brutal alpha persona would come back to dominate him again, and your stomach seemed to get butterflies again in anticipation of imagining it.

— I want it again, Mikey... — You spoke trying not to sound as needy or embarrassed as you really were and your eyes swore they saw a small sideways smile draw on his face. — There's no way you can run away from me after today, y’know that, don't you? — One of his hands slid up to grip your chin tightly.

— The only person who was trying to run away from anyone here was you. — Manjiro whispered, running his tongue over lips before sliding fingers to the mark left on the side of your neck as if it were a victory prize. — You're going to be such a good mommy to me, aren't you? If you can handle the next few hours with me I might just consider you my golden Omega. — You swallowed hard before again being drawn into a panting kiss.

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iruumi

2 years ago

ohh to be her