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Title: What she deserved
Characters: Aku/Sen -- BDSM het. With random girl Sengoku.
Rating: NC17. See Akutsu. See Akutsu fuck Sengoku in as many ways as he can.
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT.
Author's Note: I had a migraine. During the migraine, I had a het BDSM smut bunny. Sengoku is a girl because, well, it fit the bunny. Let's call it a "special" fic, just for you guys. :D (Hell no I'm not posting this smutfest into a community.) Dedicated to Kat8cha and Nozomi. <3
Akutsu was waiting for her in the kitchen. He smelled like an ashtray, he'd probably been standing there, chain smoking, the whole time she'd been gone.
Sengoku cringed immediately, wondering if Minami's aftershave still perfumed her skin. It had been a nice date, a really sweet one, and Sengoku cursed herself yet again for being drawn to a guy like Akutsu. Why couldn't she just date Minami, who adored her entirely? Unlucky, she thought to herself, and cleared her throat. "Jin?"
"Don't. Fuckin' call me Jin in that slutty tone."
Oh...shit.
"You were out with him. I can smell it. Did you let him fuck you, you slut?"
Sengoku cringed more, but came forward, reaching out. "A-Akutsu. I wasn't...it wasn't like that..." she said, biting her lip, except it kind of was, and Akutsu knew it. He slapped her hand away, eyes hot, staring down her outfit. Sengoku was wearing something cute, not revealing at all, but from the way Akutsu was looking at her it might as well have been a slip. She flushed, feeling herself heat under his gaze. Why did he always do this to her?
"Put it on. Then lie on your bed."
"No...please." Sengoku's voice caught in her throat as her cheeks flushed bright red. He knew exactly how to get her, too, deep in her stomach in a twisting way that nobody else could ever touch.
"Now." The low gravelly voice brooked no argument.
Sengoku turned without a word and went back into her room. "A-all of it?" She called, hoping that this time she'd be spared.
"All, you two-timing slut."
"I didn't --"
"Shut up."
Shivering, Sengoku stripped off her dress, her underwear, and reached into her closet to get out the bag that held the outfit she hated to love, loved to hate. She put it on, one item at a time. The leather straps around her hips and waist that were no kind of underwear but could hook onto things to hold her still. The bra that was nothing but two leather cups, revealing her nipples. The cuffs for ankles and wrists that also had metal rings -- worn and scratched by how much they'd been used.
And then she stared at the tail. "All of it?" she whispered.
"All." Akutsu was at her bedroom door, watching. "Put it in your ass for me." He threw her the lubricant. "And do it fast."
Sengoku gulped and nodded, lying down on the bed and feeling her insides liquify under Akutsu's gaze. She lubricated the plug that sat at the end of the cat tail as much as she could before pulling her knees up, flushing with embarrassment at what she probably looked like, all spread out and bound by leather, flashing her rear at Akutsu. She pushed a slicked finger inside of her anus, trying to stretch it as much as she could.
"HURRY."
"Nnh -- yes, Akutsu."
"Call me Master."
Sengoku couldn't say it, it choked in her throat. Instead, she picked up the butt plug with the long soft tail and pushed it against the way, way too small hole. Then, with a bitten-back whimper, she pushed it up and into her body. "O...www," she panted, feeling the strain and pressure of something shoving her asshole outward.
Silence from Akutsu, but she could feel his eyes on her, hot and angry.
Sengoku worked it in slowly, feeling a flush of shame creep into her cheeks, as much shame as arousal...knowing that if she touched herself, she'd probably feel wetness oozing from her core.
It was all the way in. She stood awkwardly, wincing at the pressure in her rear, and the furry tail dangled down to slither against her ankles.
"Turn around, bitch."
Sengoku furrowed her brows. "It wasn't like that," she tried to explain again, as she turned. She felt Akutsu's eyes on her, staring at the curve of her spine, at her ass, at the tail twitching down between her legs. "My mom set us up."
"Why didn't you tell your mom that we're together?"
Sengoku fell silent. The truth was, her mom didn't like Akutsu at all. Didn't want them together, which is why Sengoku-san kept pushing for Minami. Imagine a life with that Akutsu Jin. He'd treat you poorly, never get a good job, have a mistress on the side. Is that what you want from a relationship? Ashamed, Sengoku had agreed to the date. Really, Minami was all that one could ask for in a man. Quiet, solid, adoring, responsible, if a little shy.
A sudden shove sent Sengoku sprawling onto the bed on her stomach. "Thinking about Minami?" Akutsu growled, and a moment later a hard hand was holding her down by the middle of her back. "Spread your legs for me like the slut you are."
"I'm not a..."
A hard slap fell across her bottom, shoving in the plug just a bit more, and Sengoku cried out, tears springing out in her eyes even as she felt herself get wet. Damn her body for betraying her.
"Spread your legs."
Sengoku spread them, and felt Akutsu attach the bonds swiftly to each ankle, then to each arm. Sengoku's arms had enough give that she felt sure Akutsu was going to ask her to do something...
"On your knees."
Breathing faster, she rose to her hands and knees, head dropping, wondering what Akutsu saw. Leather-bound redhead with a tail dangling to cover the patch of red curls between her spread, kneeling thighs, breasts bound in and up by more leather, red hair hanging down to hide her flushed face.
"Very nice," Sengoku finally heard, an approving purr and a light hand stroking down her spine. She arched to feel it, touch sending shivers through her body.
"Now, Kiyo, suck my cock."
Akutsu knelt in front of her, pants unzipped and shoved down enough to reveal an erection that he pointed into Sengoku's face. It was, Sengoku admitted with a jolt of heat in her stomach, a beautiful cock, just like Akutsu's hard-muscled beautiful body, and she loved taking it into her. She dropped her head and started to lick, sucking the tip in. But then she heard a growl.
"Suck it, don't fuck around," and a hand gripped the back of her head and shoving her down, down, down so that Sengoku gasped and gagged until she forced herself to relax. Then, hands in her hair, Akutsu's cock fucked her mouth, tickling the edge of her endurance as he thrust his cock into her. She clenched around the plug in her rear as she sucked, choking and moaning a little as she felt almost completely full, but not full enough.
"You like getting your mouth fucked, don't you," Akutsu said, voice both amused and breathless, but Sengoku's mouth was too full to talk. He gave her a serious fucking, cock pumping over her tongue, rubbing against her palate to plug her throat, and all Sengoku could do was hold on. Was this all he'd use her for? His cock was getting thick in her mouth, and she tasted the salty beads at the end of it. Her lips fastened down, giving it hard sucks, the way he liked, and then...
"Stop."
Sengoku obeyed, gasping for breath Akutsu shifted. What next?
"Why him?"
"Ahhhhh..." Sengoku replied at the hard hand slapping across her cheeks. The plug jolted a painful pleasure inside of her.
"Lie down with your ass in the air like you would for him, bitch."
"I...didn't..."
"Down." Akutsu's hand shoved her chest down again, and Sengoku bit the blanket.
"Fuck," Sengoku gasped, as without any preliminaries, Akutsu's cock pumped hard inside of her. It shoved up the plug, pushed it up to rub up and down her asshole with each of Akutsu's thrusts.
"You are wet," Akutsu groaned. "You were probably wet all night for him, weren't you." Another hard slap, and Sengoku's eyes watered from the sting of pain.
Akutsu used her brutally, shoving his cock so deep inside of her that she felt his balls slap her ass with every plunge. She tried her best to rock back against him, to shift the angle so that she could feel him rub against that spot, the one that made her sing -- but he avoided it. Akutsu's fingers held her waist still.
"Need the waist ropes too?" Akutsu grunted, and Sengoku could tell by the thickening that Akutsu was getting close.
"N...no..." Sengoku gasped, and tried to hold still as he took her body. Oh God -- so full, so good...but then he pulled out. "No. No -- please," Sengoku begged, feeling the emptiness. "I was close..."
"I don't fucking care," Akutsu said, and with a yank, there was nothing in her ass. Sengoku felt her body trying to close around the sudden emptiness, but felt something else instead, something wet pushing...
"Oh...no...no..." Sengoku begged. She was small inside...
"I'm coming in your ass," Akutsu said, and his cock filled her asshole slowly, slowly, slowly. Her quivering body felt it as she arched against the bonds, tried to fight away for a moment before she gave in, relaxed, and let herself open to take all of that cock up inside of her ass.
Akutsu's teeth were on the nape of Sengoku's neck, and he bit her there hard, one more painful sensation amid the mingled pain and pleasure. He held his cock still for a moment while her body gulped and tensed and released, and Sengoku whimpered at the strange feeling -- hard, soft, alien, hot, unwelcome and welcome all at once.
"So tight," Akutsu moaned against her neck. "I'm taking you. Taking all of you. You're mine Kiyo. Mine." His hips shifted up, and he moved, fucked her slowly and thoroughly in the ass, each thrust sending her down onto the bed in a way that had nothing to do with her pleasure or comfort.
"NNNhhh..." Sengoku whimpered, and somehow Akutsu's cock got even bigger inside of her narrow passageway, filling it up and up until it felt like their bodies were one aching moment of pain and pleasure. She felt her other passageway ache for fullness too...for something, for release...
...Then Akutsu roared as he came in a strange feeling of liquid heat deep inside of her ass.
He pulled out and collapsed on top of her for a long moment, breathing hard into her ear.
Sengoku moved restlessly under him, body aching, fucked everywhere, quivering, aroused, and unfulfilled.
"Please," Sengoku moaned, lifting her hips as much as she could with all the restraints. "Please fuck me again. And ... let me come."
"What makes you think I care?"
"...Please..." Sengoku whimpered, and then felt a finger trace the curve of her rear.
"I bet you want me to touch your slutty cunt, rub you until you come," Akutsu growled, his fingers tickling the sore red curves.
"I...do, please..." Sengoku panted, twisting in the bonds to chase the teasing fingertip.
"Master," Akutsu growled, moving his hand away. "Say, 'Please bring me off, Master, and I'll never see that bastard Minami again.'"
Sengoku lay still for a moment. Her mind screamed at her, but her body was too eager for release. Each impulse fought for control, but then she felt the barest tip of Akutsu's finger brush across the sensitive skin of her softened anus, and down further...
"Master...please bring me off master," she begged, face as bright as her hair as she moved her hips up. "I -- I'll never see Minami again."
"Close enough," Akutsu grunted, and then Sengoku felt her whole body liquify as a thick lapping tongue settled between her cheeks, stroking her sore pucker, descending to her perineum to twitch against it, and then lower to rub at her wet clit in a purposeful way intended to send her over as swiftly as possible.
Sengoku's arms and legs fought the restraints as she bucked up and came...then she felt a hard slap on her hip shake pain into the orgasm.
"Hold still, idiot." Akutsu's tongue again, lapping and rolling against her clit, thrusting up into her until a second orgasm shuddered through her body.
"Ahhhhhh...No more..." Sengoku cried out, clit reaching the edge of sensitivity, but the tongue pulled one more out of her, an orgasm so hard it left her breathless and aching and brainless.
Then, Sengoku felt Akutsu's body settle next to her on the bed as she lay in a dripping, sore, post-orgasmic haze. "Nnh?" She mumbled, and wished the cuffs would go away.
He left her in them, though, stroking a warm hand over her sore ass. "Because you're mine, and nobody else's."
"Nhh..." Sengoku agreed finally. Was she his? Her body seemed to think so. Smiling just a little, she fell asleep.
Characters: Aku/Sen -- BDSM het. With random girl Sengoku.
Rating: NC17. See Akutsu. See Akutsu fuck Sengoku in as many ways as he can.
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT.
Author's Note: I had a migraine. During the migraine, I had a het BDSM smut bunny. Sengoku is a girl because, well, it fit the bunny. Let's call it a "special" fic, just for you guys. :D (Hell no I'm not posting this smutfest into a community.) Dedicated to Kat8cha and Nozomi. <3
Akutsu was waiting for her in the kitchen. He smelled like an ashtray, he'd probably been standing there, chain smoking, the whole time she'd been gone.
Sengoku cringed immediately, wondering if Minami's aftershave still perfumed her skin. It had been a nice date, a really sweet one, and Sengoku cursed herself yet again for being drawn to a guy like Akutsu. Why couldn't she just date Minami, who adored her entirely? Unlucky, she thought to herself, and cleared her throat. "Jin?"
"Don't. Fuckin' call me Jin in that slutty tone."
Oh...shit.
"You were out with him. I can smell it. Did you let him fuck you, you slut?"
Sengoku cringed more, but came forward, reaching out. "A-Akutsu. I wasn't...it wasn't like that..." she said, biting her lip, except it kind of was, and Akutsu knew it. He slapped her hand away, eyes hot, staring down her outfit. Sengoku was wearing something cute, not revealing at all, but from the way Akutsu was looking at her it might as well have been a slip. She flushed, feeling herself heat under his gaze. Why did he always do this to her?
"Put it on. Then lie on your bed."
"No...please." Sengoku's voice caught in her throat as her cheeks flushed bright red. He knew exactly how to get her, too, deep in her stomach in a twisting way that nobody else could ever touch.
"Now." The low gravelly voice brooked no argument.
Sengoku turned without a word and went back into her room. "A-all of it?" She called, hoping that this time she'd be spared.
"All, you two-timing slut."
"I didn't --"
"Shut up."
Shivering, Sengoku stripped off her dress, her underwear, and reached into her closet to get out the bag that held the outfit she hated to love, loved to hate. She put it on, one item at a time. The leather straps around her hips and waist that were no kind of underwear but could hook onto things to hold her still. The bra that was nothing but two leather cups, revealing her nipples. The cuffs for ankles and wrists that also had metal rings -- worn and scratched by how much they'd been used.
And then she stared at the tail. "All of it?" she whispered.
"All." Akutsu was at her bedroom door, watching. "Put it in your ass for me." He threw her the lubricant. "And do it fast."
Sengoku gulped and nodded, lying down on the bed and feeling her insides liquify under Akutsu's gaze. She lubricated the plug that sat at the end of the cat tail as much as she could before pulling her knees up, flushing with embarrassment at what she probably looked like, all spread out and bound by leather, flashing her rear at Akutsu. She pushed a slicked finger inside of her anus, trying to stretch it as much as she could.
"HURRY."
"Nnh -- yes, Akutsu."
"Call me Master."
Sengoku couldn't say it, it choked in her throat. Instead, she picked up the butt plug with the long soft tail and pushed it against the way, way too small hole. Then, with a bitten-back whimper, she pushed it up and into her body. "O...www," she panted, feeling the strain and pressure of something shoving her asshole outward.
Silence from Akutsu, but she could feel his eyes on her, hot and angry.
Sengoku worked it in slowly, feeling a flush of shame creep into her cheeks, as much shame as arousal...knowing that if she touched herself, she'd probably feel wetness oozing from her core.
It was all the way in. She stood awkwardly, wincing at the pressure in her rear, and the furry tail dangled down to slither against her ankles.
"Turn around, bitch."
Sengoku furrowed her brows. "It wasn't like that," she tried to explain again, as she turned. She felt Akutsu's eyes on her, staring at the curve of her spine, at her ass, at the tail twitching down between her legs. "My mom set us up."
"Why didn't you tell your mom that we're together?"
Sengoku fell silent. The truth was, her mom didn't like Akutsu at all. Didn't want them together, which is why Sengoku-san kept pushing for Minami. Imagine a life with that Akutsu Jin. He'd treat you poorly, never get a good job, have a mistress on the side. Is that what you want from a relationship? Ashamed, Sengoku had agreed to the date. Really, Minami was all that one could ask for in a man. Quiet, solid, adoring, responsible, if a little shy.
A sudden shove sent Sengoku sprawling onto the bed on her stomach. "Thinking about Minami?" Akutsu growled, and a moment later a hard hand was holding her down by the middle of her back. "Spread your legs for me like the slut you are."
"I'm not a..."
A hard slap fell across her bottom, shoving in the plug just a bit more, and Sengoku cried out, tears springing out in her eyes even as she felt herself get wet. Damn her body for betraying her.
"Spread your legs."
Sengoku spread them, and felt Akutsu attach the bonds swiftly to each ankle, then to each arm. Sengoku's arms had enough give that she felt sure Akutsu was going to ask her to do something...
"On your knees."
Breathing faster, she rose to her hands and knees, head dropping, wondering what Akutsu saw. Leather-bound redhead with a tail dangling to cover the patch of red curls between her spread, kneeling thighs, breasts bound in and up by more leather, red hair hanging down to hide her flushed face.
"Very nice," Sengoku finally heard, an approving purr and a light hand stroking down her spine. She arched to feel it, touch sending shivers through her body.
"Now, Kiyo, suck my cock."
Akutsu knelt in front of her, pants unzipped and shoved down enough to reveal an erection that he pointed into Sengoku's face. It was, Sengoku admitted with a jolt of heat in her stomach, a beautiful cock, just like Akutsu's hard-muscled beautiful body, and she loved taking it into her. She dropped her head and started to lick, sucking the tip in. But then she heard a growl.
"Suck it, don't fuck around," and a hand gripped the back of her head and shoving her down, down, down so that Sengoku gasped and gagged until she forced herself to relax. Then, hands in her hair, Akutsu's cock fucked her mouth, tickling the edge of her endurance as he thrust his cock into her. She clenched around the plug in her rear as she sucked, choking and moaning a little as she felt almost completely full, but not full enough.
"You like getting your mouth fucked, don't you," Akutsu said, voice both amused and breathless, but Sengoku's mouth was too full to talk. He gave her a serious fucking, cock pumping over her tongue, rubbing against her palate to plug her throat, and all Sengoku could do was hold on. Was this all he'd use her for? His cock was getting thick in her mouth, and she tasted the salty beads at the end of it. Her lips fastened down, giving it hard sucks, the way he liked, and then...
"Stop."
Sengoku obeyed, gasping for breath Akutsu shifted. What next?
"Why him?"
"Ahhhhh..." Sengoku replied at the hard hand slapping across her cheeks. The plug jolted a painful pleasure inside of her.
"Lie down with your ass in the air like you would for him, bitch."
"I...didn't..."
"Down." Akutsu's hand shoved her chest down again, and Sengoku bit the blanket.
"Fuck," Sengoku gasped, as without any preliminaries, Akutsu's cock pumped hard inside of her. It shoved up the plug, pushed it up to rub up and down her asshole with each of Akutsu's thrusts.
"You are wet," Akutsu groaned. "You were probably wet all night for him, weren't you." Another hard slap, and Sengoku's eyes watered from the sting of pain.
Akutsu used her brutally, shoving his cock so deep inside of her that she felt his balls slap her ass with every plunge. She tried her best to rock back against him, to shift the angle so that she could feel him rub against that spot, the one that made her sing -- but he avoided it. Akutsu's fingers held her waist still.
"Need the waist ropes too?" Akutsu grunted, and Sengoku could tell by the thickening that Akutsu was getting close.
"N...no..." Sengoku gasped, and tried to hold still as he took her body. Oh God -- so full, so good...but then he pulled out. "No. No -- please," Sengoku begged, feeling the emptiness. "I was close..."
"I don't fucking care," Akutsu said, and with a yank, there was nothing in her ass. Sengoku felt her body trying to close around the sudden emptiness, but felt something else instead, something wet pushing...
"Oh...no...no..." Sengoku begged. She was small inside...
"I'm coming in your ass," Akutsu said, and his cock filled her asshole slowly, slowly, slowly. Her quivering body felt it as she arched against the bonds, tried to fight away for a moment before she gave in, relaxed, and let herself open to take all of that cock up inside of her ass.
Akutsu's teeth were on the nape of Sengoku's neck, and he bit her there hard, one more painful sensation amid the mingled pain and pleasure. He held his cock still for a moment while her body gulped and tensed and released, and Sengoku whimpered at the strange feeling -- hard, soft, alien, hot, unwelcome and welcome all at once.
"So tight," Akutsu moaned against her neck. "I'm taking you. Taking all of you. You're mine Kiyo. Mine." His hips shifted up, and he moved, fucked her slowly and thoroughly in the ass, each thrust sending her down onto the bed in a way that had nothing to do with her pleasure or comfort.
"NNNhhh..." Sengoku whimpered, and somehow Akutsu's cock got even bigger inside of her narrow passageway, filling it up and up until it felt like their bodies were one aching moment of pain and pleasure. She felt her other passageway ache for fullness too...for something, for release...
...Then Akutsu roared as he came in a strange feeling of liquid heat deep inside of her ass.
He pulled out and collapsed on top of her for a long moment, breathing hard into her ear.
Sengoku moved restlessly under him, body aching, fucked everywhere, quivering, aroused, and unfulfilled.
"Please," Sengoku moaned, lifting her hips as much as she could with all the restraints. "Please fuck me again. And ... let me come."
"What makes you think I care?"
"...Please..." Sengoku whimpered, and then felt a finger trace the curve of her rear.
"I bet you want me to touch your slutty cunt, rub you until you come," Akutsu growled, his fingers tickling the sore red curves.
"I...do, please..." Sengoku panted, twisting in the bonds to chase the teasing fingertip.
"Master," Akutsu growled, moving his hand away. "Say, 'Please bring me off, Master, and I'll never see that bastard Minami again.'"
Sengoku lay still for a moment. Her mind screamed at her, but her body was too eager for release. Each impulse fought for control, but then she felt the barest tip of Akutsu's finger brush across the sensitive skin of her softened anus, and down further...
"Master...please bring me off master," she begged, face as bright as her hair as she moved her hips up. "I -- I'll never see Minami again."
"Close enough," Akutsu grunted, and then Sengoku felt her whole body liquify as a thick lapping tongue settled between her cheeks, stroking her sore pucker, descending to her perineum to twitch against it, and then lower to rub at her wet clit in a purposeful way intended to send her over as swiftly as possible.
Sengoku's arms and legs fought the restraints as she bucked up and came...then she felt a hard slap on her hip shake pain into the orgasm.
"Hold still, idiot." Akutsu's tongue again, lapping and rolling against her clit, thrusting up into her until a second orgasm shuddered through her body.
"Ahhhhhh...No more..." Sengoku cried out, clit reaching the edge of sensitivity, but the tongue pulled one more out of her, an orgasm so hard it left her breathless and aching and brainless.
Then, Sengoku felt Akutsu's body settle next to her on the bed as she lay in a dripping, sore, post-orgasmic haze. "Nnh?" She mumbled, and wished the cuffs would go away.
He left her in them, though, stroking a warm hand over her sore ass. "Because you're mine, and nobody else's."
"Nhh..." Sengoku agreed finally. Was she his? Her body seemed to think so. Smiling just a little, she fell asleep.