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“Crawl to us, sugar.” Nishitani exhorted in his beguiling gruffness as he curled his hand in a come-hither motion.
The anticipation felt like the sharp talons of a mighty owl wrapped around (Y/N)’s neck, but she succumbed to the primality hidden somewhere in her lines of code and followed orders. The culmination of everything hit her directly in her soft spot and rendered her zombielike. It was like her biggest fantasy was unfolding right before her in high definition technicolor, and she was the star.
Her bare knees scrubbed against the sandpapery red carpet of The Grand dressing room, leaving them red and raw, but the gold and the cream-striped dressing room was beautiful like a fantastical fever dream and the bodies before she were making her mouth water with avidity.
In the dim light, she made out a familiar dark orchid-colored suit. As the figure stepped forward, the dim light fell over Nishitani’s distinctive features. The look on her face when he unconstrained his cock, ballooned his ego to space. He flashed his signature wry smirk. (Y/N) swore that bastard’s sneer could cut glass. His uncommonly sharp canines promised many horrible things.
Majima’s gold chain rattled as he unbuttoned, unzipped, and shimmied black slacks down. She observed him as he sat back down on the seat, his slicked-back hair messy, with strands falling over his face. She followed the curvature of his inked pecs down to his well-defined abs which were striped with a line of hair leading towards the place that made (Y/N)’s body reanimate – her soul refilling her body.
Much to Nishitani’s surprise and quickly followed amusement, (Y/N) was quick to pick Majima. Namely, because he seemed just as unsure and out of place as (Y/N) felt. His features softened a bit, and the startled girl looked into his dark eye, being yanked into the orbit of instant fascination. She noticed his mouth was set in a sort of perpetual sneer. Not a profane smirk, but an entertained, enigmatic sneer, like he could tell good jokes on everyone around if he wanted to. Instead, he kept silent and tickled himself with his witty, internal commentary.
“Ohhh?” Nishitani cooed. “Looks like she’s taken a liking to you, Majima-kun.”
It was clear he was trying to hide his irritation, but he would keep his cool. For now. The competition had just begun.
(Y/N) had reached Majima’s feet and peered up at him beneath the bob of his freed length.
There was a heavy look in his eye that looked older than the night, edgy and aggressive, but also soft and sad. The other was hidden away by an eyepatch.
It was only a matter of time before Nishitani dragged her into something like this, she thought.
It wasn’t long after becoming acquainted at a bar years ago that Nishitani began philandering with (Y/N) as if his very survival depended on it. He adored the way his coarse voice could send chills down her limbs, raising goosebumps in their wake.
There was just something about his darkness that she found inescapably alcoholic. A little thrill of danger always helped her reach ecstasy. Like she asked herself before, ‘could it be a spell of hybristophilia’ or was she simply a sucker for ‘careless, cocky, swaggering, swollen-headed wise guys’?
On this night, another extravagant attempt to make (Y/N) his woman, he introduced her to Majima who just so happened to be the manager of the cabaret club they were guests in.
That’s when the idea struck him. Majima desperately needed money to crawl out of the hole he had dug himself, so why not construct a challenge? If (Y/N) makes Nishitani cum first, Majima wins. However, if Majima cums first, Nishitani keeps the money. For him, it was a win-win.
Just like a thorn in his side, Nishitani wouldn’t dare pass up a friendly competition with his exalted Majima-kun. Nothing got his heart pumping quite like a challenge from the only man who could best him.
It took hours of Nishitani trying to convince the pair along with the persuasion of a few stiff drinks.
Could he best him at his own game?
It was only a few moments into their secret rendezvous, and it seemed like he had.
Majima’s brow was knitted in concern and apprehension as (Y/N) slid her mouth over him and (Y/N) egged them on.
She began alternating between dragging her tongue up the underside of his veined length, swirling around the tip, and taking him in her mouth to firmly suck off. That inadvertent buck into her let her know she was doing something right. Nishitani grabbed the back of her head and forced her to take Majima deeper, causing her to gag and sputter violently. Majima let his head loll back and as he gritted a deep, throaty groan.
Nishitani snickered wickedly as he continued assisting (Y/N), shoving her head down until her nose nestled against Majima’s skin. (Y/N) attempted to relax and swallow him down, while she tried to glance back at Nishitani who she was half-angry at, half-thankful for.
The tip of his cock brushed the back of her throat. Before he could produce an apologetic feeling, she moaned around his length- actively sending her praise back to him. Her mouth and throat aligned and Majima’s hands tried to keep from gripping her hair; instead, he opted to rest his palm on the back of her read while (Y/N)’s hands rested on his thighs to give her some inkling of support as he rocked into her mouth.
It was terribly erotic, having him above her, using her mouth, holding her in place while his hips moved on their own accord and Nishitani forced her to take him deeper and deeper. (Y/N) knew Nishitani was trying to make Majima lose and get a show out of it all, but she could barely care. She could spend days like this, barring his physical needs with the taste of his skin- the salty twinge of pre-cum- on her tongue, his scent when he pulled her close, and even just the feeling of his thighs flexing under her palms.
Nishitani’s cock slapped against (Y/N) cheek and was twitching as if it was trying to send her a message in Morse code.
“Oh-ho-ho! Ya got me really going from that little display. You plan to do anything about it? Huh?”
(Y/N) could tell Nishitani was growing ever patient. He was not one to be fully sated by a little peep show alone. He had to get in on the action before their time was through.
As soon as she turned her attention to him, a pair of hands instantly grabbed her head and forced himself down her throat.
“How’s it feel to have your mouth taken by two guys you hardly know?”
(Y/N) whimpered. Her eyes were becoming heavy with tears as Nishitani purposefully jammed himself beyond her gag reflex over and over again, her senses overloaded with the heady smell of his musky, natural and store-bought. (Y/N) hazarded a peak from the corner of her eye at Majima who was pumping his cock on his own. The wet sound of him smearing the mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum up and down his aching shaft was enough to make her squirm.
Not wanting to neglect him any longer, her hand reached for his. His heavy, dark visage brightened in surprise, and maybe even a hint of gratefulness as (Y/N) replaced his hand and began making up for the lost time.
(Y/N) pulled her mouth off of Nishitani and slowly licked the underside of his entire length from hilt to head, making sure to savor the taste of his arousal before taking all of him into her mouth again.
“…fffuck…” He stuttered out and hissed. That rough, sandpapery voice would be her undoing.
(Y/N) ran her fingertips down his legs, feeling the sturdy structure of his thighs. His muscle was as hard as stone. A little barb of elation stuck and embedded in her heart at her small triumph.
All while she held Majima’s twitching length in her other hand. Her cheeks were rubicund as she mewed around the length stuffed in her mouth like a pathetic cat in heat. It was becoming too much. Far too much.
Nishitani was never going to let her live this one down.
Nishitani pressed a supportive hand to his lower back and sighed out.
“What is it, Majima-kun? Never had a little doll work on ya like this?”
He chuckled breathlessly and regarded the lady between his legs.
“Maybe you’re not looking in the right place. She seems pretty eager to me.”
(Y/N) slipped her hot mouth off of Nishitani with a grotesque ‘pop’ before returning to tease Majima. He gripped the base steady while she twirled her tongue around the head before teasing the velvet slit. (Y/N) slipped her fist around Nishitani’s obscenely wet cock despite the gnawing ache in her tired wrist.
“Mmm, how’s about we both cum all over her face?”
(Y/N) felt Majima twitch on her tongue at the very prospect. His lowly brow dipped, and he gripped the back of (Y/N)’s vacillating head, shocking a floored pule from her throat.
“Ahhh, you’re a pervert, ain’t ya, Majima-kun?” He taunted. At that moment, Majima wished he would just shut up and let him enjoy the moment.
To (Y/N), nothing else mattered except having their hot essence all over her face, so (Y/N) broke away with an exasperated gasp and lolled her tongue, blinking lazily as if in an inviolable narcosis. Being with such overwhelmingly powerful men sent shockwaves rippling down her limbs. Two yakuza using her as their blow-up doll. It was incredibly taboo, but that’s also what made it crushingly exciting.
“And you,” Nishitani’s sex-drunk eyes panned to the girl on her knees. “You’re just the gift that just keeps giving.”
Startling her, Majima’s unsteady hips bolted in a frenzied surge of his impending release. Despite knowing he would lose if he didn’t force himself to hold out, he was beginning to only care about release.
“So soon?” Nishitani tutted. Through his thickening haze, Majima threw him a glance akin to a finely sharpened tanto.
“’S been a while…” Was all he could manage in retaliation.
“Majima, Nishitani…please, just cum on me…” She whispered, growing tired of their bickering, despite how hot it was.
The two retracted their attention from each other and locked their eyes on (Y/N) who was blushing up at them like a little expectant goddess.
Then, she returned to Nishitani.
Nishitani’s impatience got the better of him, despite him trying not to lose the competition. He began to push her head down. His shaft tasted so good on her tongue, though she hated to admit it even to herself. She was sure he would somehow sense it and become even more of a self-absorbed tyrant. She forced herself to swallow as he began to thrust into her mouth again.
“Mmmm…Fuck!” he groaned, dipping his head back and sounding like he was beyond delighted at the feeling of her mouth. She looked up at him, and when his hooded eyes met hers, his cock twitched against her tongue. She could tell by his breathing that he was close to climaxing. The girl ached with desire, her soaked pussy desperate for some stimulation. She tried to place your hands between your thighs for some relief, but Nishitani stopped abruptly, and forcefully pulled her away from his ever-pulsing erection.
He began pumping his cock at his preferred speed while (Y/N) tended to the endearingly flustered Majima.
The two men came at nearly the same time, both grunting loudly.
The small room was filled with loud huffing as the two gathered themselves. (Y/N) drew to her feet as she tried to contain her self-satisfaction.
Nishitani ruffled his hair in disbelief and looked to Majima who was already dressing as nothing had happened.
“I guess we need a tie-breaker round, huh?”