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Ike grits his teeth as he continues angrily wiping the table.
The situation is completely and utterly humiliating. Him, once the greatest assassin known for his staggeringly high amount of successful kills and missions, now stuck in a fucking maid dress.
The fishnet stockings dig uncomfortably into his thighs, the baby blue underwear can practically be seen in plain view with how short and puffed up the skirt is. His shoulders and back remain bare, sending unsettling chills down his back whenever the slightest wind from the open window blows in.
He should've rejected the damned mission when he had the chance. That way, he wouldn't be stuck in this horribly embarrassing situation with no way to get out.
There isn't much of a point in getting annoyed now, all he can do is endure until Kaneshiro gets bored of him. But with how unpredictable the child-like Mafia boss is, he has no way of telling when that will be.
Speaking of staring… Ike can feel the Kaneshiro heir's eyes digging into his back. Specifically his lower back. Fucking pervert.
When the assassin first began infiltrating the Kaneshiro family, he remembers being shocked at how innocent the heir of the strongest Mafia Family was. It was what ended up resulting in his soon to be fatal mistake of underestimating him. In hindsight, he should've seen it coming. The lesson to never underestimate an opponent has been beaten into Ike many times, yet…
Luca had seemed just so… kind. Like a warm shelter in a cold, harsh world filled with nothing but lies and deception. A kindness in a world of cruelty. A kindness that had apparently been hiding extremely impure and vicious intentions, if the stupid frilly maid dress that just barely covered his ass is anything to go by. Don't even get him started on the tight fishnet stockings.
A hand on his thigh snaps him back into attention. He can feel the bastard's stupid smirk. When did he move?
"Spacing out on duty," Luca tsks. "What a bad little maid you are."
"Shut the fuck up, you perverted bastard." He hisses, swatting the unwelcome hand away.
"How mean~" The pout is evident in the Mafia boss's tone. He would've found it to be cute, just a few hours ago. Now it just makes him want to punch that stupid face. "What happened to the Ikey that smiles softly and gives me headpats? I'm being specially nice by not torturing you like the others too."
Ike has to suppress a shiver at the thought of ending up like 'the others'. Even with so many years of being one of the best assassins in recent history under his belt, the screams of those poor bastards still gives him chills on occasion.
Before he can reply with another snarkier remark, the annoyingly large hand sneak back in, this time boldly between his thighs and dangerously close to his intimate parts.
"...You—!"
"Now, now, no need to get feisty, sweetheart." Luca grins. "I'm just doing a little size check."
"Bullshit. We both know you specifically had this fitted for me." Oh how he wishes for even one of his knives. It was truly regrettable that he'd been searched thoroughly and rid clean of any and every potential weapon.
The uninvited hand gropes at his left thigh, fingers with undoubtable skill wrap around his entire thigh with irritating ease. He truly has no idea how he thought this bastard was innocent.
Luca nibbles at Ike's slowly reddening ear. The feeling of the plump, soft skin in his hand is divine.
The blond Mafia boss grabs the fist coming to his face with ease and skillfully dodges the other incoming elbow.
"So violent, Ikey." The cute whine completely contrasts the mean pinch to his thigh.
The ex-assassin grits his teeth, face flushing red. You are the greatest fucking assassin of this era. Stop getting flustered.
But it seems his own body is refusing his commands because he can feel his face slowly getting warmer and warmer with Luca's every movement.
After a few agonizingly slow seconds of his sensitive thighs being pinched, groped and bullied, it seems the irritating mafia boss had gotten his fill.
Sighing in both relief and… disappointment(?), he begins taking hurried, shaky steps away from the bulking figure—
—Only to be dragged right back with a yelp and even closer.
There is barely a second before the hand that was previously on his shaky thighs lands on his ass. The other hand is wrapped tightly around his waist, he can feel an almost uncomfortably hot breath on his neck.
And then the little shit fucking giggles.
"Abandoning your duties as my maid already?"
The silver-blue haired man shivers from the close proximity. The growing smirk serves as proof that Luca noticed it.
"Continue cleaning." There's a noticeable change in tone. The commanding tone lights a burning warmth across his stomach and makes him wobble a tiny bit. The only reason he didn't fall is because of the bulky arms around his waist, embarrassingly enough. God, what's happening to me..?!
Even though Ike isn't completely without experience, this is definitely the first time he's felt so hot.
With trembling knees and face feeling hotter than fire, he tries to take deep breaths. Calm down. Calm down.
But it seems he'd taken too long because a harsh squeeze to his ass has any ounce of regained composure completely destroyed.
"I said to clean, slut." Luca growls, right beside his ear.
Ike has to force his hand to move. The place between his legs is becoming uncomfortably wet and the ever spreading pool of heat in his stomach is almost unbearable. He can feel the baby blue underwear slowly dampening as his body shudders.
The assassin wipes the table clumsily, as hands grope his clothed ass relentlessly, poking and prodding at his puckered hole but never quite coming in. It's an agonizing cycle, almost as bad as the torture would've been.
Tears prick at his eyes, clouding his vision. The hand wrapped around his wrist tightens, bringing him even closer to the uncomfortably hot body. He gasps breathily as a hot mouth sits on his neck and sucks hard, occasionally changing locations with no rhyme or rhythm. It's definitely going to leave marks, especially with how pale his skin is.
"Ah!" The silver-blue haired man squeaks as Luca pinches the entrance to his hole, eyes closing to stop any tears from falling. The blond continues rubbing against it insistently, pinching and probing completely at random, seemingly drinking up the sounds he fails to muffle on time.
Then, a ripping sound echoes through the room and Ike gasps as the fishnet stockings over his ass are ripped off, properly revealing a tight baby blue underwear. He shivers almost violently as the cold air hits his left bare thigh that'd been collateral damage. The gloved texture of Luca's hands and the cold metal ring on his thumb do not help as they make his body attempt to flinch away automatically, even though he's well aware it's practically impossible with the iron grip the taller man has on his bullied thighs.
A featherlight touch starting from the end of his spine all the way down to his twitchy hole forces out an embarrassingly high noise out of him. At this point, the only thing stopping him from falling over is the bruising grip on his thighs and his own grip on the table.
"I knew baby blue would suit you." The smug voice sounds from behind him. A hand palms his ass gently, giving light squeezes, almost as though kneading it.
Placing a soft kiss to the many slowly forming light purple spots on the flushed neck, Luca brings the other hand to his chest, rubbing it as though to calm a spooked cat.
"Huh. You're flatter than expected."
A tick mark appears over his head. He attempts to lightly smack the annoying little shit of a Mafia boss that is Luca Kaneshiro but it only results in his stupid body losing his balance and falling further into the taller's embrace.
Goddamnit.
Luca chuckles amusedly, "Don't worry about it though. By the end of tonight, I'll make sure you're plenty rounded."
"You little—"
And– And if it has been anyone else, anyone other than Luca, Ike would have a knife lodged in their gut already. He would smile so gently and kick them as they writhe on the ground. He would have spat at their dying corpse and stepped on their grave.
But this isn't anyone else. This is Luca Kaneshiro, the only target of the infamous Red Quill that still breathes to this day and the only person that's ever made him hesitate when it comes to finishing up a kill.
The only person to ever catch him.
"Would you like that, Ikey?" Luca asks innocently.
"...S–Shut,,up…." The protest sounds weak, even to his own ears. "F,Fuck…Y–You… stop t-touching me, ah, like this…"
A dark chuckle sounds into the massive room.
As sudden as a snap, the Mafia Boss moves. One moment, he is fondling and groping Ike like no tomorrow and the next the bulky blond is abruptly knelt in front of him, one hand holding both his own hands together and the other is still on his ass.
The movement makes his messy mind even hazier but he has no time to dwell on it because Luca is already dipping his head under the short hem of the frilly skirt.
"Alright then." It takes him a minute to realize the blond is replying to him. "This technically is not touching, right Ikey?"
And so Ike Eveland, the once greatest assassin with over a thousand successful contracts, watches dazedly as the hem of his skirt is driven up and fishnet stockings are ripped apart by sharp and bare teeth.
Luca whistles. "Fuck, wow. You're practically dripping."
And he isn't wrong. Beads of slick pour down through the soaked cloth and the once baby blue color is turned into a dark, wet navy blue.
Luca gives a hesitant, almost experimental lick and he kneens.
Muttering something that sounds suspiciously like 'pog', Ike is given exactly two seconds before the ravenous man pounces on him.
A tongue that's just as big as everything else sets directly on top of his clothed clitoris and sucks. Hands that seem to somehow feel larger than before prevents him from flinching away or trying to escape.
Eventually, it seems that just sucking on the now even more soaked cloth is no longer enough for Luca, as it is pushed to the side with a single swipe of a tongue.
A full body shudder takes place as the cold, cold air hits his wet pussy. The shudder turns into a scream as a rogue tongue is shoved inside with absolutely no warning.
"Eek! G,god Luca w–wait—"
The annoyingly long tongue turns and twists, almost desperately to reach deeper than physically possible and discover every inch of his insides, all while sucking hard on his clitoris.
Heat builds up further somewhere deep inside him, almost tingling.
Luca doesn't slow down, not for a second, far too busy devouring him like he was a man in a desert arriving at an oasis, like he had been starved for so long and is finally given his favorite food. Ike can do nothing but try to muffle his whimpers and moans as he is devoured.
Pleasure shoots up his spine and he gasps, it feels like little sparks of fireworks, like pinpricks of electricity all over his back. The pool of heat in the pit of his stomach explodes, and suddenly, the dam breaks.
"Luca." Tears escape closed eyes as his hands tremble to break free futilely from the large hand encasing them. The taller man only buries his face deeper into Ike's pussy, without a care in the world as he looks playfully at his maid's tearful eyes shining oh so beautifully like gems. "Please, please, please—"
With a wet plop, he pops off the twitching wet pussy. Just looking at it, he is so tempted to dive right back in and continue eating it out until his Ikey is sobbing from overstimulation and rendered utterly unable to form anything but those soft whimpers and moans.
But that isn't the plan today. Maybe some other day though.
Ike shuts his eyes, some stray tears cascade down his flushed face. The urge to whine at the sudden loss of matter in his cunt is embarrassingly hard to beat down.
Suddenly, Luca moves and his world blurs as he is picked like he is just some kitten and not the world's greatest assassin. The embarrassing position of a hand below his knees and one under his back forces him to wrap his arms around the Mafia boss's neck.
He shivers when they pass by the still open window. Cold air assaults his bare back and pushes him to snuggle even closer to Luca, pretty much curling up to the taller's well developed chest at that point. Maybe, if his mind had been more put together, he would have noticed the light smirk on the Mafia boss's face.
Seconds blur and before he knows it, they've arrived in front of a large, full body mirror. Sapphire eyes widen and lips fall apart further as Ike takes a second to realize that it's him in the mirror.
Red, purplish spots, hickeys, scattered all around his bare, flushed shoulders, hair mangled beyond belief, thin trail of drool, eyes hazy and unfocused, cheeks with dried tears painted a bright and vibrant red, exposed part of his waist forming a giant bruise that looks suspiciously like handprints, thighs pinched a dark, almost purplish color, slick, slick practically dripping down his torn up stockings and—
Drenched in cum, almost glistening from the sheen of saliva and twitching as though it's searching for a tongue that isn't there is his pussy.
"Like what you see?" The Mafia boss purrs.
Ike registers their position has changed again with Luca holding him up with a single, muscular arm. Only vaguely, because he's too busy staring holes into himself in the mirror.
"Ah…" A soft, flustered sound leaves his lips. The inferno of heat in his stomach is still growing ever so steadily, blurring his already confused thoughts further. Sensitivity pricks him pleasantly, gnawing at his fading sanity.
Then, abruptly, he feels something prod at his leaking entrance.
It's a finger tattooed with a quill. Luca's finger.
"Y,You—" His sputter turns into a moan halfway as a big finger enters him unprompted.
Luca simply snickers mischievously behind him.
Quivering and whimpering, Ike claws at the arm holding him upright frantically. A little tsk is heard and suddenly his legs are swept off the floor and shoved upwards, kept in place with the arm that was wrapped around him. All while the other hand's tattooed finger is knuckles deep inside him.
Before he can react to the suddenly much clearer view of his cunt dripping slick and cum down the penetrating finger, the blond moves.
The one finger by itself is so much bigger and girthier than the tongue, it reaches many more places deep inside him.
Wet, lewd squelching noises fill the room alongside his unashamed moans and heavy breathing as the finger pumps in and out of him at a mean pace. He arches his back in pleasure, bucking his hips into the single digit as much as possible, face an expression extremely unbecoming of someone his status.
Ike barely notices the second and third finger being added, just a slight thought of fullness that gets washed away by the next wave of pleasure. He can see the slick dripping down Luca's hand on the mirror, can see the reddish flesh pulsating as the fingers enter and leave at nearly light speed.
Then the triple digits reach a spot inside him that makes him scream.
"Found it~" The way Luca laughs is pure and utter evil.
He finds that statement to be very true a second later as that exact spot is pressed and squeezed hard.
"HYA!! A, ah– ooh—"
"You like this, slut?" The blond grunts into his ears, fingers fucking his cunt relentlessly. "You like your dirty little pussy being played with like some toy? You enjoy watching yourself get fucked on your Master's fingers?"
Moaning, Ike sobs out a barely telligible response. "Yes– o, oh god- M–Master, ah, please, please please—"
Licking his lips and dangerously sharp canine teeth, Luca grins like a predator that has their prey right in the palm of their hands. Tears fall freely from his eyes, shame and dignity are long forgotten as he quivers underneath the predatory gaze
The cloth on his neck is bitten off savagely by Luca, just for strong, sharp canine teeth to sink in. Ike whimpers and writhes, helpless to the waves of stimulation. The fingers twist and turn inside him on whims alone, somehow always managing to find the spots that make him cry out.
But, as abruptly as they had entered, the fingers leave. For a second, he is confused and distraught by the sudden emptiness. Then, something much harder and girthier then fingers brush against his hole.
Slowly, with a shallow inhale, he looks at the mirror again. His mouth dries.
"E–Eep…"
The sight of a rod-like hard, veiny, wider than his entire forearm, at least ten inches monster of a cock rubbing into his gaping pussy incessantly as though preparing for penetration greets him back.
"M,Master,,,master wait," Ike whimpers almost frantically, somehow both scared and aroused. "It, it won't, ah, f–fit, I.. I'll die, I'll re–eek!"
All three wet fingers are shoved into his mouth at once, successfully stealing both his breath and his ability to talk.
Luca simply smirks. "Who says you get to decide that? Maybe you should shut that runny little mouth of yours and put yourself to use for once."
And then the entire ten inched cock is stuffed inside his tiny, throbbing cunt with a single thrust.
Ike spasms, throwing his head back and screaming.
Even with his mouth filled to the brim with large, rough fingers, the scream is still loud enough that Luca has to grunts into the red ears and shove his digits even deeper until he's reaching the back of the throat.
Tears fall without restrain, travelling down his flushed face as his lower half explodes in pain and pleasure. He feels so full, the rim of his cunt feels stretched beyond belief because of Luca's stupidly big cock. Every inch of him feels painstakingly sensitive, quivering and trembling at the slightest touch. A burning sensation floods his throat and his lips stretched far too wide for their size. His brain is practically mush at this point, overloaded and assaulted with more than a dozen sensations.
He tries to cry out, tries to call his Master's name, tries to beg for the giant dick inside him to move, to leave, to do something. But all that comes out is a choked, incoherent sob.
"Mm,,,mmph…."
Vision nearly whitening as Luca gives a mostly shallow, experimental thrust, Ike can only moan helplessly, practically boneless in the strong, muscular arms.
The second thrust is much more aggressive, reaching deeper than before and slamming into him. The Mafia boss seems to enjoy the wrecked mewl he lets out because that becomes the pace of the later thrusts.
Sapphire-like eyes close tightly, tears falling over rosey cheeks like rain drops. Pleasure shoots up his spine, electrifying and dizzying. Loud, obscene noises of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet squelches that follow afterwards are coupled with his soft whimpers and moans as they resound through the room. The intimidatingly large cock pounds hard into him, as though trying to shape his pussy to its shape. The fingers press and circle around his tongue piercing, bullying it like no tomorrow.
The triple digits delve even deeper, almost into his throat until he can't breath and physically can not hold back his gag reflex.
Luca pulls out the fingers now drenched in both saliva and slick with a tsk. Ike gasps for air, panting and breathing heavily. More tears gather at the breathtaking eyes, making the sight of a slight trail of drool running down bullied red lips, cheeks as red as cherries from both genuine fluster and lack of air, silver-blue hair messed up beyond repair, just slightly off center glasses and the shiny, almost shimmering tears of both pain and pleasure dancing in those beautiful eyes, truly one for the history books of the Mafia boss's mind.
Still, tempting as it may be, he can't just not punish an 'offense'. His adorable maid might become rebellious if the ex-assassin were to fall under the misconception that there are no consequences.
Ike is still busy gasping greedily at all the air his lungs can process at once when the hand holding him is switched. In less than a second of the switch before he'd even registered it, the non wet hand grabs his hair and yanks it backwards.
Now, with nothing blocking him, his whine is heard even louder in the room. If his mind had still been intact, then maybe he would be embarrassed that it could probably be heard outside it. If.
Like this, he can finally see Luca in the eyes. He shivers, the purple eyes look downright ravenous.
"Now, who the fuck said you could take them out?"
"A–Ah," For a second, he flounders, all traces of the smooth, smart assassin known for his cleverness gone. "S,sorry mas–master… I,, this m–maid didn't mean it…."
Luca looks at his flushed face for a second, the almost considering look gives him slight hope but the dark, almost mocking chuckle followed by the second is more than enough to wash that away.
"Cute. But, someone as smart as Ikey should be more than aware I'm not exactly known for being forgiving."
"Ah, b,but Master,,p–please…." He whimpers teary eyed, he might not know whatever the Mafia boss is planning but it definitely isn't anything good for him.
Luca smiles deceptively softly at him. And then he pulls out.
Immediately, the overbearing feeling of emptiness assaults his over-sensitive senses. He whines, trying to grind into where the thick cock was only to be disappointed with cold air.
The taller manhandles him almost too easily to another position with him being carried by a single, muscular arm as the other rests on his thighs. This one, also requiring him to wrap his hands around the other's neck.
Ike's muddled mind tries to rut his wet slit against Luca's annoyingly strong arms, only to be silenced with a rough pinch to his other thigh. A glare is directed at him. "Be patient or I will increase your punishment, slut."
He shivers violently, whether in fear or excitement is for nobody but him to know.
It takes just a few more steps before the bulky man stops, right in front of a high desk. Luca sets his stomach down, upper half on the desk and lower half, specifically the point where his ass is, hanging conveniently off the desk but unable to reach the floor.
Ike blinks, confusion right alongside the evident arousal.
"...Master?" He asks confusedly. "What ar–AH?!—"
The slap echoes through the room, just like his screaming moan. His ass stings and he's almost certainly sure that is going to leave a mark.
The ex-assassin's mouth hangs open, tears gathering again, drool dripping down and full body twitching as Luca fondles the slapped area.
"Count." The dead seriousness makes him shiver. "Up to five. Three for the fingers, one for trying to hit me and one for being an impatient slut. I will reset the number every time you forget to count so don't even think of that."
"F–Five?" Ike's voice wavers nervously. "M,Master,,, I-I don't think I can…."
Luca doesn't respond to him, looking with a raised eyebrow as though waiting for something.
One more tear drips down his face as he shamefully tilts the red cheeks upwards. "...o,one."
Another harsh slap rains down on his slowly reddening ass, Luca's hands are big and far too strong for it to be natural. He feels lightheaded, almost forgetting to whimper out a small "T–Two!"
The ex-assassin shuts his eyes, tears falling hopelessly as his poor ass is repeatedly abused and groped by the man he so stupidly thought to be innocent.
"Three–eek?!" He squeals as the fourth one comes right after the third, on the same cheek too. "Ah, ah, four– n,no, wait- I can't—"
Ike sobs as the horrible, mean, cruel fingers have the audacity to pinch the reddening, sensitive spots before moving on to the final and fifth slap.
By now, he's practically a sobbing mess. Dried tear streaks cover both the corners of shiny, gem-like eyes, red lips drooling and wide open, glasses tilted at a weird angle, cheeks flushing a rosey red that create a nice comparison to his pale skin, hickies and light bite marks splattered all over any available surface on his neck and shoulders, dress torn in at least five different places, pale shoulders a reddish hue from the coldness of the room and genuine fluster, bruised thighs partially wrapped in fishnet stockings, large, angry handprints making themselves visible on his reddened butt, damp underwear shoved aside to reveal his pussy painstakingly wet and sensitive and empty.
"F, five." Ike sobs out.
Luca kisses his neck from behind, all too intimate for someone who had been hitting him not even a minute ago. "Good kitty."
And shit.
That sentence, those two mere words snap the thin thread of sanity.
"Master," He mewls, all dignity disintegrated. "Wa–nt, want m,master, w–want masters big dick please please please—"
"Really now?" The Mafia boss smiles amusedly, rubbing a hand against his debauched face. "Well then, can you be a good kitty for Master and warm Master's cock with those pretty little lips of yours?"
Nuzzling against the hand that's literally the size of his head, he purrs. "Mn~"
Given a light pat in appreciation, he is once again picked by those strong arms thick with muscles and placed on the floor in front of the sofa Luca himself sits on. Their new position is angled in a way that allows the taller's intimidatingly large cock to cast a shadow on his face.
Starting with small, kitten-like licks to the head dripping with precum and probably his own slick, he leans heavily on Luca's thighs.
Ike moans into the cock as a foot rubs against his pussy, rutting against it with no care in the world. The sudden stimulation in the place that has been ignored for far too long is utterly gratifying.
But it seems that his Master has finally lost patience with his tiny mouth barely reaching even half of the total length of the cock because a later moment he feels a hand grab his hair and shove his head downwards.
His eyes nearly roll to the back of his skull as the large, thick appendage makes contact with the insides of his throat. The burning sensation of his throat being forcibly penetrated and his hot cunt being played with like some toy is both toe curlingly painful and mind numbingly pleasurable. His jaw hurts, small mouth stretched far beyond its limit and lips reddened at the repeated abuse.
The room is filled with Luca's grunts and obscene sounds he's unwittingly making. The Mafia boss fucks in deeper, filling his throat to the brim and then some more. As more tears leak from sapphire eyes as spit and drool overflow down his chin, he tries to focus on meeting every thrust with a swirl of his pierced tongue. The lack of oxygen does not help his spiralling thoughts.
After just a few more fast paced bobs of his head, he can feel his Master getting close to releasing as the thrusts grow sloppier and faster, still hitting just as deep but not as rythmed.
Luca pulls out, thick cock almost slapping him in the face and– and then—
Ike smiles dumbly as thick, white stripes of cum are splattered all over him, thoughts thrown out a long, long time ago.
Taking a glob of it onto his trembling finger, he licks it up, all while never losing eye contact with Luca's dilated pupils.
"Ah… Ikey is co–vered in M-Master's seed~" He giggles softly, throat sore and mind utterly drunk on a plethora of feelings too big for his body.
For a second, his Master just looks at him. Then the still hard dick in front of him gets even harder and his world spins.
All of a sudden, Ike is thrown on a hard-ish surface, pushed into it by the large body of Luca hovering right above him. He shivers, violet eyes clouded with lust and hunger stare directly at him like he's a piece of meat and their owner is a very hungry lion.
Abruptly, the long, oversized dick enters his messy, dripping cunt. The ex-assassin squeaks softly at the sudden but definitely not unwelcome intrusion, trying to not make any loud noises with his throat being having been fucked senseless barely a minute ago.
"Fuck it." The hot, deep voice drawls right into his red ears, slowly pulling out until only the tip of the head is in. "Fuck it."
And then Luca slams back in.
"OH– M-MAS—" He squeals, vision and mind going completely blank as his Master hits that one spot. Wrapping both his arms around the muscular and tattooed back, he can only mewl out little moans and soft screams with his pathetically sore throat as his prostate is slammed and grinded against relentlessly with a ten inched monster of a cock.
"M-Master– s,so full, b-big– ah there, there– oh my—" Incoherent rambles and half moans fill the room as the blond sets a toe-curlingly cruel pace. Nails painted a bright yellow dig into the tattooed back until the tips of the fingers are nearly painted white and angry red scratches appear on the back. Sounds of fabric tearing is sounded into the room filled with lewd noises as the black and white cloth over his hard nipples are torn savagely, thrown off the corner of somewhere he can't bother to look.
Ike's legs are thrown over broad shoulders, practically bending him in half as his prostate is repeatedly pummelled into and bullied. It's going even deeper in this particular placement, something he didn't even think was possible. And so fast too, like the blond was trying to reshape him to fit the mold of his cock. He's practically a convenient, glorified mating press in this position, just a hole for his Master to use when stressed.
Luca seizes hold of his chin, tilting it upwards and captures his lips in a soft kiss, eyes open and pinning his own dazed teary ones down with that dilated, hungry gaze.
A tongue licks at his puffed up red lips, surprisingly gentle for their track record. Closing his eyes with a single tear, he abides to the request. The long, wet tongue enters his warm cavern agonizingly slowly.
This kiss is nothing like the previous rough, fast paced and desire filled ones. No, it's gentle and soft and so sweetly slow.
Their tongues meet, his own submitting as easily as breathing to Luca's domineering one. Large, wide hands migrate from his chin to his flushed cheek, so gentle it almost gives him whiplash with the continuous assaults on his lower half
There is no tongue roughly shoved down his throat, no desperation, no biting or ulterior motive this time. Simply kissing for the sake of kissing.
And in the end, it isn't the hot, toe curling and knee weakening assault on his cunt and poor abused prostate but the deceptively soft featherlike touches caressing his cheek so gently, the violet eyes filled with so much devotion and hunger it's dizzying, the gentle pressure on his lower lips that finally makes him break.
"Master," Ike sobs out softly, shivering and still unable to speak any louder than a whisper. "I, Ikey wi–will be Master's l-loyal k–itty, master ca, can p-punish me, can t-take me when–whenever he wan–ts, so please…"
"P-Please b,breed me!"
"Gonna breed you," Luca whisper-growls lowly, demanding. "Gonna knock you up and ruin you and fuck you so hard no one will be able to see you like this ever again. Give yourself to me."
Whimpering at the sheer possessiveness radiating in waves from the Mafia boss's face and tone, Ike tilts his head to the side, baring a pale, bruised and thoroughly marked neck. He flinches almost violently as Luca seems to get bigger inside of him.
With not a second worth of hesitation, sharp, animalistic teeth sink high into his neck. A flinch can't be helped as small beads of blood dribble down the bite, creating an attractive contrast to his pale neck.
Quietly, he places a quivering hand on his Master's cheek gently, using the other to cling onto the tattooed back. The ex-assassin shivers almost uncontrollably as the bite and the area around it is sucked incessantly.
Hazily, Ike brushes the soft strands of bright yellow with a delicate swipe of his quivering hand and plants a gentle kiss on the forehead of the current most dangerous man in the mafia.
Sensitivity at it's all time high, even the lightest of touches causes him to whimper and writhe. He can think of nothing but the cock piercing through his insides like jelly, can hear nothing but the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and wet squelches that follow afterwards, can feel nothing but the sensation of his wet pussy being banged into at a mind breaking pace. His mind is practically mush at this point, incoherent and unable to do anything but accept both the pain and the pleasure with whimpery-moans and soft mewls.
After what felt like an eternity, Luca finally finally lets go of his red and marked neck with a wet pop. Downright predatory violet eyes focus on him, dilating into near slits as the taller growls deep in his throat.
"Mine." He says possessively, long fingers tracing the uncountable amount of hickeys on sensitive skin. "Don't you dare even think of leaving me."
Ike cries out something that vaguely sounds like a "yes". He can barely breathe beyond little gasps of air as the taller man presses down on him hard, legs still thrown over broad shoulders. But soon, even that is taken from him as Luca presses their lips together in a bruising kiss once again, sealing his mouth, breed and using him from both sides like the convenient little pussy he was. A stray hand gropes his chest, pinching and poking his already swollen red nubs, while the other rubs with his previously ignored clit.
Luca keeps pummeling into him with the thick cock. The pleasure builds up every corner of him until it's unbearably hot. He feels every thrust, every twitch of the fingers on his waist, every twist and turn of the tongue ravaging his mouth. Tension arches his back and curls his toes, he feels so hot and full and good and– and—
Ike's eyes roll to the back of his head and he sees stars.
He comes to the feeling of having the deepest parts of himself violated. It feels like everything and nothing at the same time, all the tension snaps and the pleasure explodes inside him. White liquid overflows his messed up pussy and leaks down his legs alongside the various other fluids, unable to do anything but scream and writhe as waves upon waves of pleasure torture his body. He doesn't even realize that he'd been screaming until tattooed fingers covered in his own cum sink into his mouth.
"Suck." The order is quiet, but definitely heard.
Luca doesn't stop, fucking in and out of his spasming cunt and holding his overstimulated body from getting away. Dazed tears drip down red cheeks as he sucks on the fingers, tiny mouth burning at the stretch once again. Every inch of him feels awfully reactive, even a single feather light touch causes him to whimper around the large digits in his mouth.
"M,Mhasterr," Ike whines dreamily, slightly muffled and fucked out of his mind. "Sh, sho bi–big~"
The Mafia boss fucks him ceaselessly, far too forcused on find his own pleasure and just not giving a damn about anything anymore.
Thoroughly ravaged and engulfed in pleasure, his whimper-moans are practically screams at this point, completely ignoring his straining throat begging him to stop. Luca continues to mess up his dripping pussy further, stretching and using him like the personal cocksleeve he was always meant to be.
Ike arches his back further, eyes rolled completely to the back of his head. Filled to the brim with electrifying pleasure, with the cock of his Master kind enough to allow him to cum, with so far, far too much ecstasy for a body as small as his and toes curling as he is fucked again and again. Waves upon waves of pleasure wreck his already ravaged body even further.
The sucked clean fingers rip out of his mouth and before Ike can even mourn the loss, the Mafia boss plunges into his mouth once again, kissing him senseless for the untempted time that night.
"Fuck," Luca growls, breaking the kiss after a minute or two, looking all too hot as their foreheads bump and he pants, teary sapphire eyes looking into intense violet ones. "You look so hot right now. Just a pretty little cunt for me to fuck and breed and use as I please. Cumming off my cock like that, what a fucking slut. To think I ever thought you'd be a tough to break."
Closing his eyes, he whimpers brokenly at the degrading words and tone, only able to moan and cry helplessly as the thrusts grow faster and rawer, grinding and slamming into his poor, abused pussy with no pattern or rhythm.
Luca thrusts one last time and stills, burying himself deep, deep inside. Ike gasps, tears dripping down his face as something hot and thick spills into the entrance to his womb. His master continues grinding into his ill-treated prostate, as though trying to bury his seed so deep inside that no amount of cleaning would truly ever get rid of it.
Ike opens his legs, still slung over broad shoulders, wider, eager to take it all in. Eager to be a weightless, lifeless cumdump for his Master to release into.
"Good kitty," The voice purrs hotly into his rosey ears, "Look at you, taking my seed so well. Letting me breed your slutty little hole and mark you up, such a useful little cocksleeve you are."
His whole body shudders at the demeaning words, practically quivering as the onslaught of cum finally stops. He feels so full, stuffed with far more than his small body can handle.
Vaguely, he hears a chuckle and then, feels a sudden poke at his womb filled to the brim with cum. The action alone sends almost painful electric shocks through him. A soft whimper sounds into the now quiet room.
"Master," Ike sobs, looking so pretty and utterly broken. "Mas, Master please, I-Ikey will really bre–ak."
A contemplating hum echoes through the room as the silver-blue haired man shivers weakly at the coldness attacking his over-sensitive body, too tired to even quiver properly. The torn cloth completely tattered from the intense activity doing practically nothing to protect him.
There's a light pause and a shuffle of something that sounds like clothes. Then, his Master manhandles his pliant and boneless body into sitting on his lap. Something soft and warm drapes over his shaking body. It has a smokey and coppery smell accompanied by something strangely homey his pleasure-addled mind can't recognize.
The shirt is far too big on him in both width and length, the tip of his finger can barely even reach the end of gigantic sleeves and the fabric keeps sliding off his shoulders.
Ike likes it.
Slowly, Luca stands up and begins walking, using his abused butt red with hand marks as a holding point. Still, not a single drop of the cum spills out. All thanks to the sizable dick never having moved an inch from its position at the entrance of his full womb.
Ike's mind is pleasantly empty. For once, there is no plan forming, no scheme brewing, no overthinking about ulterior motives. Just simple, unaltered contentment. He feels full and used as the aftershocks of the waves of pleasure are still buzzing in his ears, muffling everything and creating an almost relaxing lull around him.
Snuggling closer to his Master shamelessly, he places his chin down on the wide shoulder blades, wanting to wrap his arms around the tattooed neck but finding himself too exhausted to even do that. Thus they end up dangling uselessly off to the side.
Shifting the trembling, pliant silver-blue haired man, Luca chuckles softly and gently grabs the chin resting on his shoulder.
His Ikey looks so pretty like this. Dried tear streaks running down rosy red cheeks, beautiful, breathtaking sapphire gem-like eyes glassy with tears and fucked completely stupid, small lips reddened from the repeated abuse, ears flushing a soft pinkish, mouth slightly open with a combination of drool and cum dripping down his chin, glasses tilted in an awkward angle, normally neat hair ruffled and out of place.
He runs his thumb over the reddened bottom lip and smiles indulgently as the ex-assassin seems to instinctively suck on the top of the thumb. A perfect, submissive little wife. His perfect submissive wife.
Ever since he'd first laid eyes on the blank faced 'novelist', he had known they were meant to be.
It couldn't be a simple coincidence, not the way a single smile manages to make the darkness in his mind go away, not the way a light touch, a sweet head pat makes him instinctively want for more, not the way the soft chuckles and muffled noises, trying so desperately to keep dignity yet still failing, sound all too melodious, not the way those beautiful eyes, colored with so many gorgeous colors he doubts can all ever be named, make his heart go crazy whenever they crinkle in hesitant happiness, when they get glossy with tears and pleasure.
And maybe, in another universe, he would've been patient with this love, would have allowed the hesitant trust to grow into a soft, devoted love and eventually, get his happy ending.
But in this universe, Luca Kaneshiro isn't quite as patient, just a little rougher around the edges. He takes what he pleases, that is how it has always been in this universe and how it will always be.
And if the subject of desire is unwilling, then too bad.
Sitting down quickly on the chair of his work desk, he grabs the bottle of water sitting innocently on the surface. As tempting as it is to see the silver-blue haired man suck on his fingers, making their size difference all too apparent, he would rather not do any damage to the melodious voice.
Luca uncaps the bottle easily. Using his thumb to open the tiny mouth wider, he brings it closer to Ike's lips and pours a sip worth of water.
It seems the silver-blue haired man is more out of it then he thought because the water simply drips right out.
He tsks, "Really? Can't even properly drink water without Master's help?"
Only getting a soft whine at that, Luca sighs. The blond brings the bottle to his own lips and pours a generous amount of it inside. Then, his lips place themselves atop soft, bullied red lips once again.
Immediately, Ike flinches at the sudden cold water hitting his tongue, pupils trembling slightly as it is forced down his awfully sore throat.
Beads of water poke out and begin to dribble down as he isn't able to swallow in time and Luca's mouth is far bigger than his own. The process continues for a few times, until the entire bottle is empty and water is added alongside the many fluids on his face.
The ex-assassin pants softly, still unable to say much at loud volume but throat feeling infinitely better. Exhaustion and overstimulation claws at his wrecked, oversensitive body and the dark spots in the edges of his blurred vision continue to grow. He feels sore in places he didn't even know he could be sore in, feels thoroughly filled and used. So satisfied and warm, willingly drowning in his Master's scent.
Gently shutting his eyes closed, Ike gives into the exhaustion and allows himself to simply slump over, uncaring of whatever happens.
Almost as though expecting it, the strong arms catch him once again, pulling him closer and closer until his face is neatly tucked away into the tattooed neck and his own slender arms are very loosely wrapped around the Mafia boss's muscular torso.
Vaguely, he can feel one of the arms wrapping loosely around his waist. As though trying to both cage him in and protect him from the harsh, cold world. A soft, gentle kiss that does not match the magnitude of hickeys and bite marks littering his body is planted on the side of his temple. There's a strange pool of warmth that isn't quite like the burning inferno from before.
"Sleep."
And as his consciousness fades into a quiet slumber, Ike wishes for this kind warmth to never leave.
(Little does he know, the arm wraps around his thin waist tighter and he is held just a little closer. Violet eyes burn with promise.
"I won't. Whether or not you want me to.")