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SCRUMDILLYYUMYUM U ATE THAT

PART 01 feat. NANAMI KENTO & SUGURU GETO.

⊹ ｡ ‧ ₊ 5k

⊹ ｡ ‧ ₊ the ghosts from his past are too real and his scars are too deep; suguru is not collected and calm like nanami, he's not soft spoken and affectionate. he's hot-headed, blunt and impulsive. and yet, somehow, he found himself being so utterly devoted to and loved by the two people who were his complete opposites.

⊹ ｡ ‧ ₊ [N]SFW CONTENT + fem!reader + poly relationship + mafia!nanami + right hand man!suguru + mentions of violence and guns + mentions of alcohol and drugs + mentions of blood + daddy kink + dacryphilia + oral sex + size kink + choking + impact play + dumbification + hate fucking + voyeurism + suguru hates reader but not for long + angst + lots of smut + degradation & praise + name calling [ little slut, whore ].

your breath is caught in your throat as you taste the tears that slide down your cheeks, sweet and sour delight touching your lips as you manage to rip a groan from him by sinking your teeth into his arm. there’s no room to breathe when your body is pressed down on the mattress, his own erratic pants and grunts telling you how close he is. you bury your face on the pillow to muffle your loud and broken moans, babbling nonsense under your breath.

suguru holds the soft skin of your shoulder between his teeth, drawing out a whimper from your swollen lips that sucked him off earlier after he came home smelling like gunpowder and cigarettes. his sweat clings to your own skin and mixes with the juices from your arousal and his own spit. the total filth and passion that you share fill the room with some kind of heavy and almost palpable atmosphere, you feel like you could faint from the way he thrusts his hips into you, so boringly slow but furiously hard, as if he’s trying to make you remember the feeling of his cock inside you forever, to make you dream about it. 

suguru will often grunt into your ear as he slides his shaft out of your cunt just to slam it back into you, he’ll lick your tears away and fill your mouth with his fingers, he’ll squeeze your sensitive breasts and kiss your lips sweetly. he fulfills your need for praise and encouragement with his actions, his big calloused hands are so devoted to your body that his touches say a lot more than any empty phrase that he could tell you. 

he does talk when he feels himself tripping over the edge, hips slapping against your ass as he hooks his arm under your belly to put you on all fours. you can barely hold yourself in that position, arms giving up as he keeps your ass in the air with his hands holding your waist. the only sounds coming from you are the pitiful whines and little moans caused by suguru’s girth stretching your cunt, the line between pain and pleasure is almost invisible at this point.

“fuck⏤’m gonna cum.”

that’s the only time he says something and you can barely hear it, gripping the sheets under you and gasping for air as another orgasm comes like a tsunami, you scream into the pillow as suguru fucks his own cum into you. he falls by your side on the bed, pulling your limp body closer to him. he kisses your cheek before you close your eyes.

the soft sounds of your footsteps echo through the corridor as you walk towards the big carved wooden door at the end of it. it’s late, too late for you to be awake and trembling from the cold but you need to see him. he doesn’t look up from his laptop when you enter the room, remaining in silence as his eyes shift from the right to the left as he reads something ⏤ the cigarette between his fingers is nearly finished, almost burning his knuckles.

“daddy?” you call, causing him to lift his eyes from his computer.

for the first time in the day, nanami feels some kind of positive feeling lightning up in his chest. he gives you a warm smile before putting out his cigarette on the ashtray and patting his lap. he watches as you make your way to him, rubbing the sleep from your pretty eyes and sitting on his lap, slightly wincing when your clothed core presses against his thigh.

“was suguru rough to you again, my little petal?” he questions, licking his lips to kiss the tip of your nose. you shake your head and hide your face in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply in his ambrosial scent. your body immediately reacts to the warmth and comfort of his embrace, his fingertips scratching the back of your head softly make you roll your eyes in amusement.

nanami presses his face on your hair, a tangled and soft mess of strands that he adores so much, smelling the fresh perfume from your shampoo. you both stay silent for a while, listening to each other's soft breaths, until you lift your head from his shoulder. 

"are you coming to bed with us tonight?" 

it's a simple question but it still causes nanami to sigh frustratedly. 

"i can't, my petal," he responds, immediately regretting his words when you blink some tears away. "i have so much to do⏤" 

"but you promised!" you protest, sulking at his stubbornness. 

he did promise you, like he promised yesterday and the day before yesterday but still couldn't bring himself to forget about his work. the guilt caused his heart to ache deeply, he couldn't watch the way you sulk and cling to his shirt desperately without deciding that work could wait for one night. only for tonight. 

he sighs, "right, let's go to bed then, angel." 

he closes his laptop before getting up with you in his lap, your legs and arms wrap around his body tightly and you almost fall asleep on the way back to the bedroom.

nanami places you carefully on the bed next to a naked, almost falling asleep, suguru, your body quickly being drawn to his warmth as you rest your face on his shoulder. silently, nanami undresses himself so he can comfortably lie down by your side, watching the way your eyelids flutter in your sleep. 

"she asked about you all day." the hoarse and low voice catches nanami's attention, his eyes shifting to suguru's face. the man is lying on his side with you between his arms, your cheek pressed against his beefy arm making nanami look at you adoringly. "she said she texted you a thousand times but you didn't text back." 

nanami sighs, running his hand through his blonde hair frustratingly. "what did she do today?" 

suguru licks his lips, "she had her online classes then we went to the ice cream shop, she wanted to buy you an ice cream but i told her you wouldn't be able to⏤" suguru notices the discomfort in nanami's eyes, clearing his throat and changing the subject. "anyway, we got back and she did some homework before we watched a movie. It was silly but… it was nice. maybe it was the way she laughed at every dumb joke that made it better." suguru explains as nanami pays attention to every word, eyes fixed on suguru's lips. "then some dumb fuck messed something up with the packages and i had to solve it but don’t worry, fushiguro kept his eyes on her until i came back and…”

suguru stops, eyes on nanami’s face but not really looking at him as he thinks about earlier.

“and?” nanami insists, arching an eyebrow.

he shakes his head, stuttering, “she was feeling lonely, i guess. and we… did it.”

nanami’s chuckle rumbles inside his chest, “you know you can say you fucked her, right? i really don’t mind.”

“i just don’t want to discuss how i fucked your girlfriend, old man,” suguru snickers, lowering his voice progressively as you let out a whine in your sleep.

“you should,” kento responds, putting his head over his arms lazily, looking at suguru’s questioning face. “how would i know you’re really all that great, hum?”

geto smirks and shakes his head in disbelief, “i think you know how good i am by the way she was walking earlier, don’t you?”

“i do,” nanami says. “but i want you to tell me, suguru.”

he sighs, noticing that the man was serious about wanting him to explain the details, closing his eyes briefly and replaying the scenes that happened earlier.

“i got home and she was in bed,” he starts as nanami listens carefully. “reading the book you got her, she thought it was you walking into the room but when she noticed it was me she just… threw herself in my arms and cried.” suguru spoke, remembering how pretty you looked with tears in your eyes. “she said something about missing you and asked if i could make it go away. and i did. i mean, how could i tell her no? and when i thought she wanted me to fuck her she got on her knees in front of me, not caring that i was so fuckin’ sweaty and dirty, she just opened my pants and starting lickin’ my dick⏤fuck, i can’t do this right now, man.”

“keep going, suguru,” nanami insists, rolling to the side to face his right hand man.

suguru clenches his jaw when long and slender fingers find his leg, featherlight touches on the skin of his inner thigh as nanami drags his hand up, dangerously close to suguru’s crotch. 

“she⏤ fuck, she didn’t put me in her mouth right away, she spent some time licking and kissing my dick before trying to fit it in her mouth,” he explains, sucking on a breath when nanami touches the base of his dick.

“how did it feel, hum?” he asks. “i bet it felt amazing, didn’t it?” suguru rubs his face with his hand, pinching the place between his eyes in deep confusion and frustration, fighting the thoughts of giving himself into nanami’s dominance. his boss’s hand wraps around his soft cock, rubbing the head with his thumb. it felt so different from your soft and small hands that struggled to fully wrap around him, nanami’s hands are much bigger and rough. his movements are quick and precise in comparison to your timid demeanor, the older man knows exactly what he's doing and there’s no hesitation in his actions. 

“how did i feel, suguru? tell me.” 

he can’t help but thrust his hips into nanami’s hand, feeling his cock stiffening slowly with his touch. 

“it felt fuckin’ amazing,” he admits, looking away from his boss’s intense gaze. “she always feels so fuckin’ amazing i almost came as soon as she put me in her mouth.”

nanami grins in amusement, “of course, my little doll always does her best to make the people she loves happy.” the way geto moans and immediately bites his own arm to muffle his sounds catches kento’s attention. “perhaps, you both engaged in something far more interesting than just a blowjob, am i right?” nanami pumps his hand around suguru’s cock, his shaft already fully erect and throbbing with desire. “tell me, darling, did her tight little pussy also twitch and spasm around your dick? did it felt so incredible you also had the thought of staying inside her forever?” his toes curl and his teeth sink into the skin of his arm. “look at me, suguru.” he does, blurred vision by the tears that fill his eyes as nanami gives one more pump around his cock, sending suguru to the edge. “cum.” suguru lets himself go into his own desire, contradicting the insecurities and fear that screamed inside his head. 

he woke up later that night to smoke and didn’t hold himself from crying.

“fuckin’ mess.”

the black haired man grunts, walking through the room with his hands on his waist, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he wonders what’s the next step. nanami puts out his cigarette, sighing deeply.

“it’s temporary, boys,” he assures. “whoever did this just put a target on their own back, the entire city will be on their tail soon enough.”

“boss, don’t you think it’s better to get out of town for a while? at least until things get calmer?” fushiguro asks.

suguru glances at nanami, trying to decipher the look on the man’s face.

“we don't need to get ahead of ourselves, fushiguro.” he rests his back on the leather chair. “we’re safer here than anywhere else. we’ll stay.”

“are you out of your fucking mind?”

the air gets thick with tension quickly, both men gazing at each other intensely but silently.

nanami clears his throat, “warn the men to keep their eyes open tonight, fushiguro.”

the man gets up from where he was seated, looking at both of them before getting out of the room. nanami walks to the front of the table, leaning over it and crossing his arms. suguru doesn't quickly regrets contradicting his boss’s order, not feeling even slightly intimidated by his indecipherable expression and intense gaze but by the invisible and silent power he has over him. nevertheless, suguru keeps his chin up and chest puffed, mimicking nanami’s pose in an attempt to intimidate him.

“what is it, suguru?" he questions softly." if you're worried about our petal's safety know that she's a lot tougher than you think she is."

he scoffs, "that won't stop a bullet from getting through her skull, will it?" suguru blurts out, sighing in frustration when nanami doesn't change his expression. "someone just exploded a truck full of our packages, nanami. it's only a matter of time until they explode one of our cars or this fuckin' house," he breaths deeply in an attempt to calm his erratic breath. "we can replace drugs and weapons, nanami. but i can't replace you or her and i won't forgive myself if something happens to any of you." 

nanami nods comprehensively, getting closer to suguru so he can reach for his hand, putting it against his warm cheek. suguru parts his lips as he gazes deeply into nanami’s eyes, dark pupils that could hide so many secrets and desires. it’s hard for the man to not let his heart ache when kento looks at him like that, in some way it feels like the kind of look he only gives you, his angel, his life. something inside suguru tells him he should feel grateful for being able to receive such a look from nanami, but he still can’t bring himself to understand why he’d stare at him like that. he should only be capable of looking at you like that, someone who cured his deepest scars and brought back his softness and laughter, someone who nanami could find comfort in. suguru could never give kento any of that, the sweetness and the embrace he craved for. you're one of those people who deserve to experience love to its limits, still, suguru couldn't accept that he also deserved to love you. 

the ghosts from his past are too real and the scars are too deep; suguru is not collected and calm like nanami, he's not soft spoken and affectionate. he's hot-headed, blunt and impulsive. and yet, somehow, he found himself being so utterly devoted and loved by the two people who were his complete opposites. 

“what’s in your mind, dear?” 

suguru blinks, thumb caressing nanami’s cheek as he gets closer to his face, lips barely touching. his nose bumps against the man’s nose before kissing him, awakening the aching spot inside his chest that longed for relief. 

that night, you had wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him while nanami undressed you. suguru missed the nights he spent dreaming about you and not being able to touch you, because he’s sure that getting your warm and soft skin so close to him turned him into a mad man, drunk in your scent and addicted to the angelic aura that surrounded you. he didn’t wish you to call him “daddy” like you call nanami, listening to his name dancing in your tongue as he licks and sucks the sweet juices from your cunt is enough, he can die a happy man when you tell him how good he's making you feel. 

there’s no need to explain what he feels or why, it’s like you and kento already knew what he craved for. nanami kisses you passionately, swallowing the pretty moans that come out of your mouth, suguru’s tongue lapping at your wet pussy with impatience and hunger, his roughness making your legs shake violently. he lifts his head from between your legs, your arousal and his spit dripping down his chin to which nanami is glad to lick away from his face, crashing his lips into the man’s mouth.

suguru didn’t cry that night.

your eyes were puffy and red when he first saw you.

your arms hugged your own body in an attempt to calm your own cries down, body trembling as the cold air of the mansion’s garden surrounded your bare legs and arms. suguru frowns when you lift your eyes to gaze at him, warm and dark eyes are blurry from all the tears that are falling non stop. his hand reaches for the gun hidden in his holster, staring you from head to toe as you let out another gasp for air as you sob.

suguru expected anything when he heard that the main gate was open and that there was someone at the garden of one the most infamous men in town. he certainly didn’t expect to find a crying young woman.

“what are you doing here?” he asks, a careful and hesitant finger on the trigger. he watches as you swallow hard, body trembling like you’re a little bunny startled by something. he only then notices the thin line of blood dripping from your knee, the skin of your leg was slightly scratched and swollen. suguru sighs when you don’t respond, lifting his hand and pointing the gun in your direction. strangely enough, you don’t react to his sudden movement, keeping your eyes glued on him. “who the fuck are you?”

the way you kept gazing at him with such deep confusion and sweetness infuriated him, the impetuous man tilting his head and licking his lips nervously, aiming the gun on your forehead.

“put the gun down, geto.” suguru doesn’t need to look to the side to know it's nanami, taking a few seconds before lowering his arm, putting his gun in the holster. your eyes soften as kento makes his way in your direction, grabbing your hand gently and placing his own over yours reassuringly. “you’re safe now, little petal. my men will take care of the person who did this.” you nod, sniffing your tears away. “now, let’s take care of your bruises, shall we?”

suguru watches as nanami guides you into the mansion with his hand on your lower back, he quickly realizes you’ve been robbed by your lack of purse or cell phone, the person who did that, not content with stealing your backpack, also pushed you against the rough asphalt, causing your elbows and knees to get bruised. even in your vulnerable state, you must be dumb or incredibly naive to enter the house of someone you just met, let alone allow nanami to clean your bruises and put a band-aid over them, smiling sweetly when he offers you some juice and snacks.

suguru watches intently as you and nanami chat on the balcony, his dad jokes and lighthearted compliments making you giggle. it must be some kind of magic or spell, you must be a witch trying to pull nanami into your web, anesthetizing his senses and turning him into a weak man.

geto hates weak men.

so he doesn’t look in your direction when you ask him what he wants after he knocked on the door of nanami’s room to find you wearing the thinnest piece of fabric he’s ever seen, pink satin babydoll making your skin glow under the yellow lights of the room. he frowns and bites his tongue hard, a metallic taste filling his mouth.

he had encountered you through the corridors of the mansion many times wearing the same garments, sometimes even nothing more than nanami’s button up shirt, walking to the kitchen and getting yourself some ice cream. you don’t see him sitting in the armchair, completely hidden in the darkness of the room as you eat your dessert.

that’s what you wanted from nanami? ice cream? he expected more from you; he hoped he’d wake up by the sound of the alarms announcing that you stole some of nanami’s jewelry and money and ran away driving one his sport cars.

but the truth was horrifyingly more painful than the thought of letting a little minx like you in their lives who only wanted to steal from them. the truth was that nanami and you were slowly falling in love with each other. 

it took him two or three months until he first heard it at the other side of the door.

“please, daddy…” you breathe, suguru hears something falling on the floor and a low groan. hesitantly, he opens the door just enough to stick his head inside, the low lights hiding his presence as nanami kisses the inside of your thighs lovingly, your body beautifully lying on his office table with your legs open. suguru sucks on a breath but can’t stop himself from looking at you, the thin straps of your babydoll were completely tugged down to expose your full breasts, sensitive nipples being pinched by nanami’s skilled hands.

you let out a long whine when the blonde man dives into your pussy, eating you out under the weak light coming from the table lamp. nanami’s hands run through your body curiously, caressing your soft skin and squeezing your boobs, groaning into your wet pussy. suguru watches as his boss gets up from the chair and pulls you up to kiss you, his hand on your hair as the other one unzips his trousers desperately. geto feels his own cock stiffening at the scene happening before his eyes, nanami fills you up with one quick thrust, smirking at the pitiful little whine you let out.

“shit, my sweet girl feels so good.” his hand wraps around your pretty neck as he thrusts his hips into you slowly, nanami holds eye contact long enough to make you feel shy but you can’t deny the way your walls clench around his cock. “i’ve wanted to do this for such a long time,” he closes his eyes, inhaling the sweet scent in your neck, holding your waist like you could break at any moment. your legs wrap around him, pulling him in your direction so his cock is settled as deep as possible. 

nanami feels drunk, drinking from the sweet moans and pleas that fall from your pretty lips. he feels high by the way you grip his shoulders and ask him to fuck you harder, his fingers rubbing your clit quickly but precisely, ripping a loud moan from you that ring through his ears. nanami lays you on the table again, watching the way your tight pussy swallows his cock like it was meant to be.

suguru prefers to believe it was just a dream, that you didn’t whimper so sweetly that caused him to palm his own cock frustratedly that night. he prefers to believe you didn’t throw your head over the edge of the table and look him directly in the eyes after cumming.

geto tries to act like you’re insignificant for the rest of that month until nanami has to get out of town quickly to deal with a smaller gang that was reselling their weapons for lower prices, causing a problem that made nanami to get up from his bed without telling you anything and leaving suguru to keep his eyes on you.

as he expected, you didn’t like that even one bit.

you’re trying to call his phone when suguru enters the room.

“he'll be back soon,” he warns and watches as you ignore him, texting nanami for the millionth time that day. "he won't reply, he must be driving back."

you finally give up after a few minutes, throwing your body on the bed dramatically, your body bounces as the last rays of sunshine that enter through the window  bathe your skin, honey and sugar dripping from your eyes as you look at the man standing by the door. you lift yourself on your elbows, the straps of your sundress falling off your shoulders.

“what’s the matter with you?” you ask, tilting your head and running your eyes through his body, noticing the way suguru crosses his arms making his muscles look even more appealing. “are you nanami’s guard dog or somethin’?”

he frowns at that, licking his lips to hide a smile. 

“i’m a friend, just a friend,” he states. “are you nanami’s slut or something?”

you blink at the sudden question, arching your eyebrow and smirking. 

“if i was, would that bother you?”

suguru walks towards your splayed body on the bed, hands inside his pockets as he looks down at you, your chest goes up and down with your rapid breath. slowly, suguru hovers over you, big arms caging you within his frightening presence.

“i know what you are,” he spoke, eyes watching the very little details of your face, his long dark hair falling by the sides of his face like curtains. “or do you think your silly disguise as an innocent and stupid girl would last long?” he provokes, heat rising in his body when you grin. “it’s only a matter of time until nanami sees it too.”

you click your tongue, “i really get in your nerves, don’t i, suguru?” the way you say his name makes him hold his breath. “are you jealous? do you wish it was you between my legs?” you tease, your sweet voice crashing with your provoking words. suguru scoffs, opening his mouth to reply but stopping when you put your hands on his chest. “or maybe you wanted to be me? you wanted to be me when daddy was fuc⏤” 

his hand moves quicker than his mind, wrapping it around your throat and making you whine. he doesn’t squeeze it but keeps you in place, your eyes darkening as his face moves closer.

“don't you fuckin' play with me, little whore.” he grunts, gritting his teeth at you.

the teasing smile is replaced by your parted lips and a small frown of your eyebrows, your eyes staring at his lips before he crashes his lips into you. teeth and tongue, desperation and nervousness dancing through the tension that was built for so many months in quick glances and provocations from both parts. 

“suguru⏤ah!” you exclaim, his much bigger hands squeezing every single part of your body, turning you around and dipping his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass and thighs, his face is pressed on your neck in the blink of an eye. he delivers a hard slap on your bottom with no hesitation, listening to the way you scream in protest.

“not so tough now, hum?” he provokes, hand running up your thigh and finding the delicate fabric of your panties under your dress. “beg for it.” you grunt, trying to move your head but his grip on your neck pressing your face against the mattress stops you from doing so. he smirks when you don’t respond, curious fingers squeezing your ass. “maybe nanami is right for keeping you close,” he comments, licking his lips at the vision of your clothed pussy. “i bet this little cunt is so tight it got that old man acting all stupid, am i right?” he scoffs.

“he⏤” you start, grunting when his fingers rub against your core. “he loves me, you asshole!”

suguru chuckles, tugging your laced panties to the side and exposing your soft puffy lips, his index fingers pressed in between your labia and separate them, allowing him to see your clenching hole. you squirm under him, biting your lip at the way he’s not even bothered by that, easily holding you down with just one hand. you’re simply a small creature he got in his trap, having nowhere to run or to whom to call. and if you’re honest, you don’t want him to stop.

“beg for it.” he repeats, taking off his belt and unzipping his pants. 

you groan, “fuck you.”

suguru smirks, having way too much fun with your stubborn ass. he pulls you to the edge of the bed roughly and yanks your hips up, parting your legs so he can press his crotch on your core. your eyes are wide at the feeling of his thick cock touching you, you can barely see it due to the angle but it still makes you whimper. 

“beg for it, c’mon,” he insists, tugging his boxers down and rubbing the pink and leaking head on your pussy, the friction against your clit makes you jolt. “i know how much you want my cock since the first time you saw me.” suguru spreads your cheeks apart, watching the way your juices coat the head of his shaft. “now i want you to cry just like that, baby. you’ll cry like a good little whore on my cock, do you understand?”

you moan frustratedly, “fuck, suguru! just fuck me already, please!”

the man smirks, “that’s my girl.”

the animalist groan he lets out fills the room, sliding his cock into your tight pussy and watching it as it stretches your walls. your eyes fill with tears at his desperate thrusts, hips giving up as he presses your body down, his weight almost suffocating you at the process. suguru’s mind drowns in his own pleasure, his brain being dominated by your scent and skin, closing his eyes at the feeling of your cunt clenching around his dick so tightly he feels lightheaded. 

“oh my⏤shit, suguru!” your mouth is quickly filled by his fingers, you drool and bite down at his digits. his hand tangles in your hair, pulling it backwards so he can kiss your lips again, melting under the taste of your mouth.

suguru finds himself almost cumming when his gaze locks with another pair of dark eyes by the door, the smoke of the cigarette coming out his nostrils and mouth as he watches his right hand man biting down your shoulder. he sips on his whiskey glass, smirking when you grip the sheets and beg suguru to let you cum.

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