Riku sighs over her bowl of fresh sashimi and rice, closing her eyes for a moment to appreciate the perfect balance of flavors and hint of sweet ponzu sauce Geto had lightly dressed the kaisendon with. It was a simple dish to prepare ingredient-wise, but the true skill came in how one cut and arranged the sashimi – which Geto had surprisingly done quite artistically. It really was a perfect dish; but Riku sighs again, still upset about being deprived. She takes a sip of the suavingnon blanc the three of them had decided to pair with it, the dry notes complimenting the sweet notes of the dish.

Gojo laughs with his mouth closed as he works on his finishing his bowl, sitting beside Riku. He looks to Geto across the table and swallows his food before speaking up, "Damn, I almost feel bad for her."

"I don't. She should do something about that attitude if she wants to cum so bad." Geto says simply, not looking up from his kaisendon to acknowledge Riku as he takes a huge bite of rice and tuna. He looks up at Gojo instead, "I mean, shit, it's not like we've gotten to either."

Gojo turns back to Riku, "He's got a point. Imagine how we feel, Ricchan," he releases his hold from his bowl and reaches over to cup her face with the palm of his hand, "you're probably used to getting whatever the fuck you want with that cute face of yours… But that big eyes and pouting shit won't work on us, babe." Gojo continues to gaze over and be taken with her soft, facial features, even with her bruised cheek, "Fucking gorgeous… Even though you're a spoiled little yakuza princess, hm?" His thumb brushes down the side of her face, careful not to press on the bruise.

"Mhm," Riku hums affirmatively as she eats her food, unashamed of the 'spoiled' title. Though the life comes with a lot of work, and even more trouble, Riku thinks she enjoys mostly being able to afford whatever she wants and take care of the people she loves. Even if her family is ranked 10th out of the 15 Tokyo yakuza clans, they are still far more than just 'well off,' compared to most in the city, "Not quite a yakuza princess, you know, not being the family heir and all—but I sure am spoiled." She agrees, smiling to Gojo's compliment regardless.

Gojo keeps his hand on her cheek, "But you used to be… until Ren died, no?"

Riku's smile drops, and her eyes dull at the sound of her dad's name.

She hasn't heard it in years, and she can't help but be thankful for all those who are and had been more delicate about the subject of her deceased parents around her—compared to Gojo, who clearly doesn't care about or understand the idea of a touchy subject.

But he was right. It was always supposed to be Riku. Riku's dad, Ren, was the Ozaki clan's leader when she was a child. It was only after him and Riku's mother, Jakucho, had been murdered that his younger brother, Jin, had taken over and assumed leadership of the family. And this had made his daughter and Riku's cousin, Umika, the next Ozaki heir.

'Is that why you act like that?' Gojo's question from just the night before, the one he'd asked Riku right after she'd shared about her parents being dead, rings through her head. Maybe. Or maybe it was the fact that it was always supposed to be her in power, all along. Instead, she was relegated to dealing in boring, family organizational work and teaching classes at their studios—rather than leading their family's real money maker: running Tokyo's underground art trading, stealing, and copying market. Riku was robbed of her birthright. Maybe that's what gave her a bad attitude.

Riku meets Gojo's electric, cerulean eyes and gently moves his hand from her face, "Who told you that?"

"Just a little birdie." Gojo says with a hint of a smirk.

"Right." Riku returns her gaze to her food, continuing to eat, "How was your day?" She asks in between bites, resolving to change the subject. Though she's looking down, she feels both Gojo and Geto's eyes burn into her with interest.

"Hm… you really don't like to talk about your family, huh?" Gojo rests his chopsticks down on the table after he finishes cleaning out the contents of his bowl, humming and gazing up at the ceiling in thought for a moment before responding, "A little crazy," he starts, "but very productive. Burned a few Zenin weapons warehouses, met with the 15 families—including your uncle, by the way, who says hi—tracked Toji's movements for a few hours, interrogated a few Zenin assholes, and… now I'm having dinner with you, babe." Gojo smiles brightly, and Riku is honestly a little concerned by how casually Gojo had just listed all of those actions off as if they were as minuscule as stops on a shopping trip.

"So, it was really your idea for me to stay here?" Riku raises a brow.

"That's right. The first thing that comes to mind when you hear 'drug lord's house' probably isn't 'safety,' but it's a nice little mountaintop property, huh?"

"Little?" Riku questions Gojo's word choice, taking another bite of her food.

"Well, maybe not little." He laughs, reaching over to rest his hand on Riku's bare thigh, "I heard you two had a little date at the onsen," Gojo looks between Geto and Riku.

"We got to know each other a little better." Geto admits with a smile, seemingly out of his sour mood from earlier. He finishes the last few bites of his kaisendon.

"And didn't invite me? It's not fair." Gojo pouts comedically, and Riku giggles at his playful response, "Seriously, Ri! I've been out working all day trying to figure out a way to protect you, and track down the asshole who put that bruise on your face, and prevent any other Tokyo Yakuza syndicate drama, and you two go to the spa? Shit's kind of fucked up."

"Hey, I worked a full day, too, you know! I had to deal with idiot remodelers at our dance studio, and of course one of the teachers bailed out of nowhere so I had to pick up a few classes… I mean, it's not nearly as scary as all that shit you did today, but still!"

Gojo begins to chuckle, but it quickly turns into an all-out cackle, tears in the corners of his eyes as he's unable to help the hearty laugh Riku's response gives him.

"What's so funny, you rabbit haired motherfucker?" Riku narrows her eyes at Gojo, starting to get annoyed by his unending guffaw. He only laughs harder to this.

On the other side of the table, Geto's phone vibrates and he quickly picks it up to glance at the screen. His eyes widen just slightly and he rises to his feet, "Oi, Satoru. Know Riku's idea of work is hilarious and all, but can you quiet the fuck down? I gotta take a call outside." Geto doesn't waste any time and picks up his glass of wine to take with him, already striding over towards the floor length glass doors on the opposite side of the room that open into a vast, marble balcony which overlooks a similar view as the onsen's—a cliff and a full, unobstructed view of the city lights at night, "Hello?" Geto answers the call as he steps out and closes the door behind him.

Still recovering from his fit of laughter, Gojo wipes the tears at the corners of his eyes, starting to rise from his seat, himself, "You're a comedian, Ri. Seriously…" He pushes his chair back under the table after he stands, then stretches his arms up and bends his torso to his right and left sides, releasing the tightness from his muscles, "Ah, that kaisendon was good. Think I'm gonna shower, but you keep eating, babe." Gojo winks, already walking off towards another part of the mansion.

Riku's jaw drops to this, "Seriously, Satoru? Both of you are gonna leave me alone at the dinner table again? Just like last night?!"

"You're more than welcome to join me…" Gojo says just before exiting the room, not even bothering to look back at her as he spoke.

Riku rolls her eyes. She releases a short exhale from her nose when she looks around the table, eyes falling on the two men's abandoned glasses, empty bowls, and chopsticks. Riku is sure Geto has some sort of maid or cleaning service, but picks up and neatly organizes the dishes in a stack before heading back to the kitchen where she pops them into the double-doored dish washer. Is this really what the next few days will be like? Me, at the whims of these occasionally considerate yet spacey, crazy, and secretive two men?

After retrieving her phone from the couch in the living room, still only dressed in Geto's shirt and boxers, Riku walks barefoot down the long hallway corridor which leads to a series of rooms, noting one of the doors is slightly cracked open. Riku pops her head in, unable to help her curiosity, and is met with the faint smell Geto's scent—mahogany and amber notes. She steps in, flicking the light switch on so that the sizable room comes into view: dark wooden floors and a king-sized bed with a deep grayish black set of blankets, sheets, and pillows. The room is in a perfect corner of the mansion, and the windows curve around nearly every edge of it, stretching up to the ceiling which reached at least 20 feet above the floor.

Riku allows herself to fall back onto the bed and looks over the boundless view of the city with a sigh, enjoying Geto's faint but delicious smell that wafts from the pillows. She turns her head to one side to poke her nose in the soft, down pillows and takes a deep inhale, feeling the muscles beneath her abdomen clench warmly at the smell of the man alone. It's honestly perverted how little it takes her to rediscover her arousal from earlier, her hands smoothing down her chest and stomach at the thought of how Gojo had kneaded her breasts while Geto rubbed his fingers so flawlessly over her clit. She still wants to cum, and would make it happen for herself even if Gojo and Geto wouldn't.

Riku lifts her hips up, removing Geto's black boxer-briefs from her legs then tossing them across the room somewhere in front of the bed. She spreads her legs just slightly, one of her hands slipping up the white shirt to fondle her breast while the other moves between her legs. Riku tries to remember and copy Geto's finger movements from earlier, the gentle side-to-side motion of his long digits rubbing on her clit. She bites her lip and releases a small moan, then closes her eyes to take a slow breath as she continues to touch herself salaciously, wetness already beginning to pool between her folds. She continues like this for a while, breathing only growing more and more ragged, and her heart only beginning to thump harder against her chest.

"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

Riku jumps to the sound of Gojo's voice, eyes blinking open and hands hastily rushing to cover herself up as she tries to sit upright, "Satoru…! Fuck, you scared me…"

The man chuckles, standing right in front of the king-sized bed with Riku at its center. He's only in a white towel that hangs low on the deep cut of his waist, his chiseled arms, chest, and abs on full display and his white hair still a little damp and messy from his shower. Riku realizes she's never seen Gojo without a shirt until now. Unlike Geto, his skin is completely bare of any tattoos. His porcelain skin looks perfect upon first glance—definitely not the type you'd imagine to belong to the strongest yakuza in Tokyo—but when he steps closer to the bed, Riku spots the incredibly faint scars that litter his abdomen and arms. The scars are hardly visible as they'd healed well and were probably from years ago, but just by eyeing the size of a few of them, Riku could imagine that some had been much bigger wounds initially.

"You're pretty bold, Ri, I'll give you that," Gojo grins at the sight of her on the bed, suddenly grasping and pulling her ankles so that she's closer to sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Agh—!" Riku voices her surprise at suddenly being moved.

"and a selfish fucking brat." Gojo bends over to lowly whisper in her ear, "All you care about is yourself, isn't that right?"

"No…! I'm not so selfish!" Riku defensively protests Gojo's assumption of her character, voice weak with both arousal and embarrassment.

"Then prove it, slut. Stand up, and on your knees. Now." Gojo commands Riku so degenerate-like that he nearly spits his words at her, a wicked smile on his face.

Riku rises off the bed and stands onto her feet, watching as Gojo removes the white towel from his hips. Her eyes widen and her mouth falls agape in shock. Is he bigger than Geto?! Gojo's dick springs to life when released from the confines of the white material, already fully hard and erect. He may not have as much girth as Geto, but has the other beat length-wise by at least half an inch.

He laughs to Riku's look of shock, gently patting her shoulder as he replaces her seat on the edge of the bed, "Not the first time I've gotten that face. But don't worry, babe, I promise I won't choke you too much."

Riku glares at Gojo as she lowers to her knees, first removing Geto's oversized shirt from her body. She peels the fabric up and off her before tossing it on top of Gojo's towel on the floor.

Gojo offers a low, long whistle at the sight of Riku's toned figure, his hand squeezing the length of his dick from base to tip, "You're curvy in all the right places, Ri, you know that?"

"Mhm…" Riku hums enticingly, making sure to keep her soft brown eyes locked on Gojo's ice blue ones as she moves one of her hands to join his on his cock, stroking him off from base to tip at a both delightful yet agonizingly slow pace. Gojo removes his hand after a while, allowing Riku to please him as she likes.

Riku wets her lips, looking up into Gojo's piercing blue eyes as she begins to palm his dick with her hand. She sticks her tongue out to lick and tease the tip, fingers tightly rubbing up and down the long length of it. She pauses, retreating for a moment to speak, "Thank you for helping take care of me, today, Satoru—let me take care of you." She says lewdly, taking the length of Gojo's dick into her mouth at the last of her words.

"Mm, that's what I like to hear, beautiful, fuck—" He fists a handful of her long, black curls at the root.

Riku wraps her lips around Gojo's cock, wetting the length of it before hollowing out her mouth and beginning to suck it. She pulls back for a moment, spitting on the tip of it before stroking the wetness of her saliva over his dick with her fingers. She returns her mouth to his cock, looking up at him again and wasting no time as she hungrily sucks him off with her sopping wet, downright filthy mouth. Her hand strokes every inch of him that her mouth can't reach, and her other hand rests on his thigh to steady herself, occasionally shifting over to fondle his balls while she continues to suck him at an even pace. Her jaw is already beginning to hurt from the size of Gojo's cock alone, but she keeps up her work, hoping he would reward her later for sucking him off so good.

"Fuck, Ri, who taught you to suck dick like this…? Actually, don't answer that." Gojo chuckles lightly and watches Riku's every movement with a slight smirk that only grows more heated, breathing growing heavier by the moment as the sinful sounds of Riku slurping and swirling her tongue around his dick fill up the otherwise quiet room. Gojo uses his grip on Riku's hair to push her head all the way down on his length until her nose just barely touches the light dusting of his white, trimmed hair at the base. Riku gags and chokes loudly around Gojo's dick, but he holds her down on him regardless, enjoying the feeling of her tight throat squeezing his tip for a few seconds before releasing her from his hold, "Fuck, babe, you're fucking amazing…" He groans.

Riku pulls off of Gojo's cock in a rough coughing fit, saliva messily dripping down her mouth and all the way to her chest. Her eyes water and a few tears fall from the irritation of Gojo fucking her throat mercilessly, "I t-thought you said you wouldn't choke me so much!" She whines, a few more tears rolling down her cheeks, "You're fucking huge, you bastard!"

Gojo grins, using one hand to continue stroking his dick and the other to wipe the tears from Riku's face, "I lied. I'm sorry, Ri. You just felt so damn good—"

"Really, you two, again?!"

Both Gojo and Riku's heads turn towards the door of the bedroom, Geto visibly pissed and shaking his head as he enters. Maybe his phone call didn't go well? Riku thinks.

"Fucking around without me, in my house?" Geto quickly approaches them, the only clothed one in the room, "And fuck, Satoru are you still stroking yourself off?!"

Riku glances back at Gojo who still has his hand on his dick, steadily pumping it up and down, "What? This one's mad from me fucking her throat and she's so cute… Plus you're pretty hot when you're angry, too." Gojo grins up at Geto who towers over them from his standing position.

"You sick fucking asshole…" Geto still looks kind of angry but is unable to stifle his chuckle. He peels off his shirt, allowing it to fall onto the ground beside them as he looks between Riku and Gojo, "Let me guess. This one wanted to cum again and started shit?" His eyes focus on Riku, who's still on her knees on the floor in front of Gojo.

"Bingo." Gojo smirks, dark gaze locked on Riku, "Caught her touching herself on your bed. So now she's proving how selfless she can be for me. Was doing a pretty spectacular job, too… You're a real freak with your mouth, aren't you Ricchan?" He trails his fingers under her chin that's still drenched.

Riku blushes, still not anywhere near used to dealing with two men in the bedroom like this—especially not these two men, "I'm glad you liked it..." She manages, turning up the sweetness in her voice.

Geto suddenly pulls Riku's chin out of Gojo's grasp and into his own, "You just couldn't stand being away from me longer than a minute, could you, Ri? Even though I've been touching you all evening. Why's that?" He asks lowly, his back bent nearly 90 degrees so that his face is close to Riku's.

Because I want to cum. Riku doesn't say that, though, as she knows it'll only get her into more trouble with Geto, and that Gojo would call her a selfish brat again. Riku wants to get what she desires most in this moment, and will play these two's little game if it means she gets to climax in the end, "Because I need you both, so bad!" She whines wantonly, looking between Gojo and Geto. Well, it's definitely not a lie.

"You slut… You need what so bad, Ri?" Gojo asks for clarification, tone completely serious. He fists his cock deliciously slow and tangles a hand in her curls.

"I need you both to fuck me, please…!" It's not hard for her to act helpless, as she is quite literally on her knees between the two men.

Gojo and Geto exchange a look in their unspoken language, both grinning at each other. Gojo grabs Riku's arm and stands, pulling her up with him as he does so and Geto stands back upright as well. Gojo easily tosses Riku back on the bed and joins her, torso gliding into the space above her and holding the backs of her knees to hoist her legs over his shoulders. In a matter of seconds, Gojo has Riku folded up beneath him and is rubbing the head of his dick over her slick folds.

Riku giggles, enjoying and amused by Gojo's manhandling of her, "Someone's impatient." She smirks up at Gojo slyly, biting her lip to the feeling of him teasing of her entrance.

"He's always like this," Geto explains, moving around the bed and to one of his nightstands to open a drawer and search through it.

"You on birth control, babe?" Gojo ignores their remarks, his dark, heated gaze locked on Riku as he continues to prod and press his length against her pussy.

"Not currently." She shakes her head shyly.

Geto speaks up from over at the nightstand, finally finding what he'd already been looking for—the pack of XL condoms, "She hasn't had sex in over a year, Satoru. You really think she's on birth control?" He breaks the box open and tosses a string of condoms to Gojo.

Gojo snatches the condoms out of the air, straightening his back to sit up and break away from Riku as he tears open one of the foil packages and rolls the latex over his cock, "Thanks, Suguru." He muses, glancing over at the man who now sits at the head of the large bed to watch the show Gojo and Riku would surely put on for him. Gojo is not just thankful for the condoms but also for letting him take Riku first.

"Take it easy, alright?" Geto warns his friend, knowing he has a tendency to be rough in bed. Though much unlike the girls they usually engage with, Riku isn't just some random girl that the two of them could play with however they like; she's yakuza, and hurting her could create a lot of trouble for Gojo and Geto as they promised her family they'd keep her safe.

"I can take the pain…" Riku suggests from beneath Gojo with rose colored cheeks, her body warm with heated anticipation, "…I even like it." She coos.

"'s that right, babe?" Gojo asks, one hand moving to press down on the bed at Riku's side to hold himself up above her and the other massaging the head of his hardened dick between her folds and to her wet hole, "Then I'll make it hurt so good, just for you, Ri." Gojo abruptly ceases his light teasing and slams his hips into Riku's, fully entering her in one severe stroke.

When Riku feels Gojo's member savagely pump up into her cunt, filling and stretching her beyond belief, she cries out with a noisy groan, tears stinging the corners of her eyes once more, "Satoru…!" She bawls with a pained expression, hips subconsciously shifting back on the sheets.

Geto watches with his alluring gaze from his propped-up position at the head of the bed, and reaches down beneath the band of his sweatpants to pull his dick from his pants before beginning to stroke himself steadily.

"Fuck, Ri, you're fucking tight. It's really been a while for you, huh?" Gojo notes, sickly admiring the look of pain on Riku's face. He uses his free hand to grab her hip, pulling her back closer to him on the bed, "And don't run, babe; you said you could take it, right?" He asks, backing his hips up significantly so that his cock nearly departs Riku's pussy completely before slamming back in again. Gojo repeats these wicked motions at least a dozen or so times, the obscene noises of Riku's drenched cunt adjusting around his dick filling the silence of Geto's bedroom. Riku moans as well, unable to restrain the loud cries that escape her lips with each of Gojo's dastard thrusts. Gojo bends down, taking the mound of Riku's tit in his mouth before licking and sucking around her hardened nipple. He gives the same attention to her other breast, ceasing his overly harsh thrusts and beginning to start stroking himself in and out of Riku at an even pace.

Tears threaten to fall from Riku's eyes as she begins to feel the hot pleasure from Gojo's new pace, a pleasant shock running from deep in her abdomen, all the way up her spine, "God, Satoru—" she gasps the words, "—it's so big!" In her current position, legs hooked over Gojo's shoulders as he fucks into her, Riku can feel his cock poke and bruise her cervix.

"Yeah, but you're taking me so good," Gojo praises, fingers from his free hand brushing under Riku's eyes when her tears finally fall. He takes advantage of her open mouth to press his lips to hers in a downright disgusting kiss, pausing every so often to speak or to lick, suck, and bite her bottom lip, "such a good fucking girl," he pants out, overtaken with lust, "c'mon, princess, let it out…" Gojo closes his hand around Riku's neck at the last of his words, "…you need this, don't you?"

Riku shamelessly moans beneath Gojo, glancing down to watch his cock disappear inside of her over and over as pleasure begins to build thickly in her abdomen. The sound of Gojo slamming his hips into hers echoes loudly in the room, and Riku can hardly take it.

Gojo straightens Riku back up with his hand on her neck so that her gaze is on him once again, "Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you, and use your words, Ri. Don't make me ask again."

"Yes, I need it, agh! I need you to fuck me, Satoru!" It doesn't take much for Riku, as both Gojo and Geto had edged her an hour ago; after a few mere minutes she's already hastily approaching her orgasm, feeling her sanity start to slip as the sensation of her impending climax begins to take over her. Riku grabs Gojo's toned arm that holds him up over her for purchase, her other hand moving to rest on the hand he has tightened around her neck.

Gojo watches with a delightful, open-mouthed smirk as Riku breaks beneath him, speeding up their pace and quickly pumping his dick in and out of her pussy. Riku hyperventilates as the feeling is almost too much for her, screaming as she finally reaches the height of her orgasm and clenching hard around Gojo's length. Her body jerks violently, and she moans as her walls tightly grip his dick with each wave of her climax that follows.

Still fucking her, Gojo is unable to help but grunt when Riku clenches his cock repeatedly, "Fuck, Ri, you're squeezing me so nice…" He trails off, glancing up to Geto at the head of the bed who licks his lips as he continues to stroke himself at the erotic scene before him, "Isn't she so perfect like this, Suguru?" Gojo asks, straightening his back so that he sits up and releases his hand from her neck to gently brush his thumb over her unbruised cheek.

"Fucking beautiful." Geto sits up to remove his sweatpants, tossing them over the side of the bed once he has them off. He keeps his gaze on Riku's reddened face as she comes down from her orgasm, still moaning lightly to Gojo's thrusts and the euphoric sensation of her recent orgasm that courses through her whole body but especially her head and lower stomach.

Now completely bare, Geto moves on the bed to the side of Riku's head, lowering to his knees so that his dick stands erect before her face. He strokes his thick cock a few times with one hand, his other brushing through her long curls to rest under her head and prop it up, "Why don't you show me how good you can be, Ri?"

Pleasure still pulsing through her body, Riku doesn't hesitate and parts her lips to take Geto's dick in her mouth while Gojo continues to fuck her, making sure to wet the length of it as the man helped guide her bob her head back and forth on it. Though it is just slightly smaller in size, Geto's dick has more girth than Gojo's and Riku struggles to wrap her mouth around it for long without her jaw getting sore. She sucks regardless, simply turned on at the idea of both ends of her body being filled up so nicely. Geto sets a rhythm, shallowly bucking his hips so that his cock pumps deeper into Riku's mouth.

Gojo's pace only hastens at the nasty scene of his friend fucking Riku's face before him, continuing to thrust in and out of her and feeling himself near his edge as well, "Fuck…" Gojo's hips begin to move erratically, driving them even harder and faster into Riku until he finally stills with a loud grunt; and Geto takes this opportunity to reach over with his free hand that no longer needed to stroke his cock, as Riku had replaced it with her mouth, pulling his friend in by his white hair for a long, passionate, messy kiss.

Riku hums a moan on Geto's dick at the sight of the two men kissing each other, sucking a little harder. Both men then suddenly pull out of her at once, Geto's hand still tangled in Gojo's hair as he speaks his next words.

"My turn?" Geto asks with a mischievous grin, abandoning his hold on Riku's head and instead holding his hand out in front of Gojo.

Gojo matches Geto's grin and slaps his hand with his own, tagging himself out and his friend in, "Your turn." He nearly sings.

Riku rolls her eyes to the sight of this and huffs an exhale through her nose, "Seriously? Turn off…" She huffs, half-joking, but also half-serious. Riku adjusts herself on the bed a bit, lifting her head to neatly comb the long black curls out from under her back with her fingers.

Gojo bends over, pressing a light kiss to Riku's lips and smacking the side of her thigh with the flat of his hand before stepping off the bed and discarding of his condom at a nearby, small trash bin in the corner of Geto's room, "Thanks, Ricchan. You were amazing." He smirks, face beaming with kindness as if he hadn't just ruthlessly fucked her.

"Ow…" Riku meets Gojo's smile with glaring eyes from across the room, rubbing the side of her ass where the man had slapped her.

Geto grabs Riku by the arm, easily jerking it so that she sits up and he regains her attention, "I know what'll turn you back on." He says, hardly any more than a few centimeters from her face.

"And what's that?" Riku asks while blinking up at Geto, voice breathy and tempting.

"What's your favorite position, beautiful?" Geto questions honestly.

And for some reason unbeknownst to herself, Riku blushes shyly—as if she hadn't just sucked this man off while his best friend fucked her. She bites her lip, trying not to show her embarrassment too much, "Collapsed doggy…" She looks away.

"Ahh, face down, ass up, hm?" Geto grins just barely, watching Riku's reddened face as if he's saving this image of her in his memory, "It's a good one." He cups Riku's cheek, then slowly rubs his fingers over the soft skin there, all the way to the back of her neck and gently massaging his fingers just under her hairline, "Why don't you assume the position for me, then?"

Riku closes her eyes for a moment, tilting her head back for Geto to massage more of her head—he doesn't and instead stops. It's probably a good thing, as the relaxing movements of his gentle kneading only makes her sleepier after having orgasmed just minutes ago. Riku thinks she definitely has another one in her. She nods with a smile to Geto's kindness, turning out of his grasp and over onto her front on the bed.

Riku pulls her knees up under her on the bed, lifting her hips in the air and creating a deep arch with her back—one that curves more drastically than the average person's due to her hyper-mobility from years of dancing. She scoots back on the bed until she feels Geto's thigh behind her ass. Riku is surprised to hear him chuckle and turns her head back to see what the fuss is about.

"Shit, Ri, seriously? It's not even fair how sexy you are." Geto grabs the sharp curve of Riku's back at her waist with his hands and presses his thighs flush against the back of hers, cock rubbing over the cleft of her ass, "Like this is crazy."

"Fuck…" Gojo walks back from the bin, leaning over the bed to closely examine Riku's arched back, "I should've fucked her like that!" He says, sounding genuinely disappointed. He quirks his brows, glancing over to Riku's face, "I mean you should see yourself, Ricchan."

Riku giggles as she turns to look at Gojo, her cheek pressed to the soft comforter of the bed.

"Want me to take a pic?" Gojo asks, voice suddenly lowering.

"Um, as long as my face isn't in it. Sure." She decides, a sweet smile remaining on her lips. She trusts these men to an extent, but not that much.

Gojo begins to scan the vast room with his eyes for either his or Geto's phone.

"Check my sweats." Geto directs, eyes remaining on Riku. He slides his hands up from the intense curve of her back, tightly squeezing each of her ass cheeks with each of his hands, his dick still resting between her cheeks, "Damn. I guess I can understand why a guy might be inclined to give you anything you want, with an arch like this…"

Gojo retrieves Geto's phone from his sweatpants pocket and opens up the camera with a grin, "Say cheese!"

Riku turns to press her face into the sheets, moving her hair to cover any parts of her face that aren't hidden. She hears Gojo tap the screen once.

"All done." Gojo announces, "You mind if I send it to myself, babe?"

"Sure." Riku laughs lightly, raising her head back up to rest it on one side once more.

Geto reaches over to grab a new condom from the string of them at the edge of the bed, breaking the foil package with his teeth before spitting it from his lips and carefully rolling the latex over his dick.

"Thanks for the future fap material!" Gojo locks the phone after he sends the picture to his phone contact, tossing Geto's phone to the corner of the king size bed. He then collapses back onto the bed, reclining back into the spot where Geto had previously been laying while they fucked, "Now, action!" He claps his hands once, then tucks them behind his head, seemingly excited to watch the show of Geto and Riku before him.

Both Geto and Riku laugh, but Riku's giggle is cut off by a sharp moan when she feels Geto's dick push all the way inside of her with one thrust, her ass jerked back at the pull of his strong grip on her hip. Riku feels a bit of pain as she stretches around and adjusts to Geto's thick girth, whimpering when he begins to move at a slow pace. Riku grabs tufts of the comforter's fabric on either side of her head for purchase from the recoil of her hips—driven forward by each buck from Geto, "Too thick…!" she whines.

"Mhm. But you're taking it, aren't you?" Geto moves completely different than how Gojo had earlier, swiftly pushing his dick in and out of Riku's cunt instead of fucking her harsh and relentlessly. He fucks her the way Riku imagines most women would go crazy for—for her pleasure—and as quickly as the slight pain from Geto's girth had arrived, it's already gone and being replaced with pleasure, "This is how you like it, right?" Geto asks from above her, increasing his pace.

Riku pants and sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, feeling her entire body heat up from Geto's perfect thrusts, "Yes…" She groans, feeling her mind begin to melt from the heat that nearly overwhelms her.

Geto smacks his hand hard over the curve of Riku's ass, and the sound echoes loudly throughout his bedroom. It would undoubtedly leave a handprint on her skin there, "Then don't complain." He says darkly at Riku's ear, having pushed them forward slightly so that their position is more 'collapsed,' just the way Riku wants.

"Yes, Suguru…!" Riku moans loudly, nearly crying out as Geto deliciously thrusts into her over and over again.

Gojo suddenly leans forward, reaching over to move Riku's face further to her side and brush the hair from her face so that he has an unobstructed view of the wild, delight-filled look on her face. She rolls her eyes back for a second when Geto begins to flawlessly thrust his dick into the soft bundle of nerves deep in her cunt. Gojo chuckles, brushing the backs of his fingers over Riku's puffy cheek, "You like Suguru being so nice to you, huh?"

"It's so good…" She pushes the whimpered words from her throat, "Ah! Please don't stop, Suguru, please… keep fucking me!" Riku feels herself steadily begin to inch closer to her orgasm as Suguru continuously thrusts into her, a hot heaviness growing in her lower stomach.

"Of course, baby. I'll give it to you just how you want it." Geto says, speeding up his pace even further but keeping the same intensity as he fucks Riku down into the sheets, "You know, your pussy keeps pulsing and clenching around me, Ri. Does it really feel that good?"

"Yes!"

"Then cum for me, beautiful."

Gojo slides his hand under Riku's chest as he watches them fuck, passing it under and squeezing her breasts that are pressed against the sheets before moving his hand up, over her stomach and abdomen until his fingers reach the sensitive bud right between her legs. He circles his fingers over her clit and Riku gasps out a helpless moan when it's stimulated, now approaching her climax a lot faster than before.

"Agh…!" Riku's orgasm finds her without warning; a mix of unintelligible, moaned words and noises fleeing her lips as her body convulses with intense gratification.

Gojo chuckles, "I think you broke her, Suguru. She's not even speaking coherently." He looks at his friend, who is too focused on the blissful friction of Riku's pussy squeezing around his dick to mind his words.

Geto continues to buck his hips quickly, breathing heavily and gritting his teeth together a bit as his orgasm begins to advance closely behind Riku's, "Fuck—" he whispers under his breath before abruptly pulling out of Riku, removing his condom, and spraying his cum on her ass and back. He looks over her limp, shuddering form as he slowly strokes himself a few last times, smirking down at the beautiful mess he'd made of her cum-stained back. He sucks in a breath and releases a deep sigh, "Now there's a picture for you," he notes, bending over to kiss a patch of skin on Riku's backside that isn't slick with cum, then moving up to peck her forehead a few times, "so fucking perfect."

Riku hates how his innocent kisses stir up unfamiliar emotions in her, unable to help the instinctively honest smile that spreads over her lips from feeling them.

"I'll get you a towel." Geto announces, tying a simple knot in the condom he has in his hand to discard it and pressing a final kiss on her lips before departing the bed and exiting the room through a side door that leads to the master bathroom.

"You're so fucking cute." Gojo is unable to remain teasingly harsh and mean at the sight of Riku's smiling as she lays on the bed before him. He turns playful, relenting to replace Geto's affection and bending low to the bed so he could litter Riku's face with kisses.

"That tickles…!" She laughs, trying to push Gojo away with one of her hands.

Gojo pecks her between words, "Hey, if you keep moving around, you're gonna get cum all over Suguru's bed! Just stay still…" He toys with Riku as she giggles, continuing to kiss and tickle her so it's impossible for her to do as he says.

Geto returns with a white hand towel and slowly wipes Riku's back with it, gentle as he cleans her smooth back of his cum. When he finishes and discards the towel on the floor, Riku sits up with a light moan, a strong wave of exhaustion hitting her all of a sudden.

"You okay?" Geto asks, lifting a brow.

Riku brushes her fingers through her hair, smoothing it back down as she begins to stand to wobbly feet, "Mhm, just gonna use the bathroom and freshen up a bit." Riku begins to walk but moans another small noise when she feels a slight soreness deep below her stomach that she hasn't experienced in a while. She feels the dull sensation each time she takes a step, walking slower to the bathroom than she originally intended.

Gojo snickers to this, "You sure you don't need help, babe?"

Riku doesn't turn back; she instead only raises her middle finger up by the side of her head so Gojo can see it, then slips in the bathroom and closes the door.

Gojo chuckles, "Well, that was fun." He turns his gaze to Geto, who solely slips into his sweatpants before disturbing the neat sheets of his bed and getting beneath them.

Geto rests on his back, allowing his eyes to flutter shut for a moment as the fact that he hadn't slept in 2 days was finally catching up with him, "It was," he agrees, opening his eyes after a while to peer over at Gojo curiously, "A little messy, though, fucking with a yakuza girl."

Gojo yawns, just as, if not more tired than his friend, "Yeah, but she's not like the other ones."

"You've got that right." Geto looks out at the city lights on the other side of the window and in the distance, tucking his hands under the back of his head in thought. He can't help but agree with Gojo; Riku is a lot different than most yakuza women, let alone the general category of women they usually play with. She's troublesome, sure, but not in a crazy way—more so a curious way. And instead of being obsessive and clingy when it comes to hanging around Gojo and him, she's cool and collected—outside of the time they're teasing or fucking her, of course. The most refreshing thing about Riku aside from her beauty is the fact that it honestly seems like she doesn't even care about trying to trap or get attached to either of the men, as so many other women had tried to. She keeps herself emotionally distant, and for some reason it only makes Geto want to play with her more. He turns to Gojo who sits on the end of the bed, a devious look in his eyes. Geto knows his friend is thinking the same thing.

"Makes me wanna play with her… See what she's like when she's obsessed and in love with someone." Gojo says lowly so just the other can hear, confirming Geto's suspicions about their aligned thoughts.

"Hm… I definitely do, too, but Jin would kill us if we hurt her." Geto matches Gojo's tone, speaking just above a whisper.

Gojo flops back on the bed, still completely naked as he begins to join Geto beneath the covers. He shrugs, "So, we deal with that when we get there. Her clan's only ranked 10th after all. It would be an easy issue to deal with since they're not that strong."

The two men are both silent after Gojo speaks the words. They're a bit cruel, but they're mostly true. The Tokyo Yakuza syndicate always preach how the whole collective group of 15 families contribute and support each other equally, but it's obvious that those on the top are and have always been stronger, richer, and more powerful, while families that ranked near the bottom of the list aren't and weren't. It's a lowdown thought, but a factual one nonetheless—silencing Riku's family, if they ever gave Gojo and Geto shit for playing with her heart, would be easy to do.

"So, you wanna play a game?" Geto finally asks the question on both of their minds.

"No rules. The first one of us that makes her fall in love, wins." Gojo turns and holds his hand out in Geto's direction, grin on his face.

"No rules?" He chuckles once, "You're crazy. Deal." Geto says, moving one of the arms from behind his head to grasp his friend's hand before shaking it once. He grins, "Oh I'm definitely gonna win this by the way. You know, Satoru, you're not a very nice guy."

"You've never even seen me try." Gojo grins back at Geto, matching his handshake before letting go.

Riku emerges loudly from the bathroom and Geto clears his throat, both men watching as she shamelessly strides across the room, completely bare and completely oblivious to the two men's prior conversation. She stops in front of the end of the bed to grab and put back on the shirt Geto had lent her.

Gojo taps the bit of space on the bed between them, "C'mere, Ricchan. Sleep with us."

Riku simply stands and tiredly blinks a few times, going against her gut instinct that tells her to sleep in a guest room as she's exhausted and could care less at this moment. She agrees by crawling onto the bed, and Geto peels back the cover so she can get underneath. Riku grabs one of the many long pillows, adjusting it into the space between Gojo and Geto at the head of the bed before easing down and laying her head on it. She lays on her side, facing Geto with her back to Gojo.

Geto quickly shoots Gojo a satisfied look; he had spent a lot more time with Riku today compared to his friend, anyways. He glances down at Riku, though, unsatisfied by how she hadn't decided to cuddle either of them. He reaches one of his tattooed arms out to wrap around her waist and pulls her torso onto his chest, "C'mon, Ri, we won't bite."

"Speak for yourself." Gojo says, bending over to lightly bite Riku's shoulder that is exposed due to the loose-fitting shirt she wears.

Riku laughs to the bite, wiggling her shoulders around to move Gojo's face away. She rests her cheek on Geto's warm chest, ear pressed against him and able to catch the slow, steady thump of his heartbeat. She uses the free arm she isn't laying on to gently trail her fingers over one of the green dragon tattoos that dances across Geto's chest, thinking it's strange how easily she's comforted by his body heat, and the warm hand that slides up her back to comb through the roots of her hair before gently massaging it.

Riku releases a long, hum of a moan and closes her eyes to this movement, her trailing fingers on Geto's chest stopping at the blissful sensation of his massaging of her scalp. It was already so obvious to him that she loves when he does this, and he uses this to his advantage, soothing her to sleep. He reaches over to the nightstand with his free hand to get a small remote from one of the top drawers and clicks it a few times, causing the lights to turn off completely. Geto leaves it there on the stand as he feels Riku curl into him even more and refocuses his attention to her, the room now only just barely illuminated by the city lights in the distance, "You like that a lot, don't you?"

Riku grumbles to the smirk she hears in Geto's low, snarky tone, "Leave me alone."

Gojo resolves to tangle his legs with Riku's, leaning over, chuckling to her grumpy attitude, and pecking the top of her head, "You enjoying your stay with us, Ricchan?"

"It's pretty good, I guess." She admits, voice heavy with sleep as Geto continues to move his fingers in her hair in slow circles.

"That's 'cos Suguru's boring. Promise we'll have more fun tomorrow, Ricchan. This time, just you and I, 'kay?"

Geto glares at his friend in the dark room to his remark.

Riku nods on Geto's chest in response to Gojo, already beginning to feel herself drift off.

"Goodnight, Ri." Geto says with kindness in his voice as he massages her head.

"Night." She muses, keeping her eyes closed.

"Goodnight, princess." Gojo says with finality.