When Riku enters the massive, white painted, warehouse style gym, her eyes widen and her hand drops out of Gojo's at the sight of two shirtless guys intensely sparring in a ring in the center of the floor. They look younger, definitely not past their mid 20s, and the sight of them fighting so hard honestly makes her a little nervous. The one dominating the fight has blondish-pink hair, and he throws a quick sequence of jabs, punches, and kicks at the other guy with black, long yet spiky hair who stands at a similar height as him—both just a bit taller than Riku. She squints her eyes at the black-haired one. Doesn't he kind of look like—
"SENSEI…!" Riku's thoughts are cut off when the one with pink-blonde hair—who'd seemed to be winning—almost immediately spots Gojo entering the gym and shouts, bright smile beaming from ear to ear. The black-haired guy takes the other's distraction as an opportunity to kick him square in the jaw, sending blondie to the ground to writhe in pain.
Gojo guffaws to the sight of this but collects himself before shouting his response, "Hey, Yuji! Hey, Megumi! Hey, everyone!"
Everyone training and exercising in the main open space of the gym, including those on its outskirts lifting weights or practicing by hitting punching bags pause what they're doing to shout in unison, "Good afternoon, Gojo-sensei!" Riku blinks in surprise to this. She didn't know Gojo was a teacher…
The black-haired one in the ring turns and removes his gloves after he's kicked his opponent to the ground, "Gojo-sensei?"
"Satoru! Ooo, who's the gal?" A tall woman with blonde hair and sharp-cut, middle parted bangs asks, leaning on the rope of the sparring ring. Wearing an all-black tracksuit, she stands next to a much larger and bulkier man with a small man-bun and a thick scar down the left side of his face. He wears the same style black tracksuit pants as the woman but has on a white tank top instead of a jacket.
"Sensei brought a girl?!" As if he hadn't just been hit in the head, the pink haired one springs up from the floor of the ring to look around his sparring partner, expression turning to one of surprise at the sight of Riku.
Gojo wraps his arm around Riku's shoulders, keeping his voice loud, "Everyone, this is Riku—Jin Osaki's niece!"
Riku waves, a friendly yet nervous smile on her face.
The tall woman in the tracksuit approaches them first, hands confidently sitting on her hips, "Oh she's hot." She stops right in front of Riku with a smirk and analyzing eyes, "What's your type, Riku?"
Riku's jaw falls agape, not having expected the woman to ask her that of all things, "What? My type?"
Gojo chuckles, "Meet Yuki, Ri. And don't worry, she asks everyone this.
Yuki nods, hands still on her hips, "So, what is it?"
Riku is still dazed by the woman's question but reluctantly answers, tapping her index on her bottom lip in thought, "Uhm… I guess, tall and muscular guys who are strong, smart, and will give me whatever I ask for?"
Yuki crosses her arms over her chest and nods repeatedly, closing her eyes to smirk knowingly. She opens her eyes again after a second, "Bold choice. I get that…" She laughs to herself, "You're the type to get yourself and others in a lot of trouble, aren't you?"
Riku's eyes widen, "What?! Wait… how'd you know that…?" She says the last of her words a bit quieter, her shock turning to fear.
Gojo clears his throat, speaking lower so only Yuki and Riku can hear him, "She forgot to add she likes guys who are mean to her." He grins devilishly.
Riku's cheeks burn bright red, and she shoves Gojo away as hard as she can, "No, I don't! Shut it, you cat-haired fuck!"
Gojo hardly moves from Riku's shove and simply laughs.
"Ohoho?' Yuki quirks a brow, gently chuckling and narrowing her eyes on Riku for a moment, "…I can see it." She states with a bit of finality.
"Please don't listen to him!" Riku pleads to Yuki as the muscular man with the scar, Yuji, and Megumi all approach them.
"Riku, this is Todo, Yuji, and Megumi." Gojo introduces, each of the guys waving after their names are called, except for Megumi who just nods his head once.
Now that he's closer, Riku stares at Megumi more closely, and makes a perplexed face in realization, "You know, you look a lot like T—"
"Toji's my father." Megumi says shortly and monotone, completely unphased by Riku's sudden connection.
Riku's perplexed expression turns to shock; the color drains from her face, "Wait, what?!"
"But I'm not connected to that deadbeat piece of shit." Megumi clarifies, "Not even in the Zenin clan."
Riku presses her hand to her chest and releases a deep breath in relief, "Holy shit, you almost gave me a heart attack…"
"Oh, sorry." Megumi's expression remains flat and emotionless, but he rubs the back of his head, "Didn't know you knew the asshole."
"Unfortunately, I do. Wait—how old are you?!" Riku asks. Toji didn't look that old, and Megumi doesn't look like a kid…
"22. My father was 16 when him and my mother had me."
"Oh. Well, sorry you have an awful and absolute menace for a dad." Riku says.
Megumi shrugs nonchalantly.
"Wait, is she the one who kicked Toji in the balls?!" Yuji pokes his index in Riku's direction.
"That's right." Gojo smirks smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Todo reaches forward to clasp Riku's hand in his two, shaking it once before holding it for a few seconds, "The type of girl to kick Toji in the balls is my type of girl. I had a feeling you were different."
Riku swears she sees tears of joy in Todo's eyes and she hums in confusion, brows lifting at the other's sudden movements.
"Don't mind him, he's really strange, but he's a good fighter." Yuji notes.
Riku laughs awkwardly, pulling her hand back from Todo's grasp.
"Well, now that everyone's well-acquainted…" Gojo turns to Yuki, "You have some forms for me to sign?"
"Yeah, they're in your office." Yuki pokes her thumb back in the space behind her, towards a hallway with a few doors along it.
"Good, thanks." Gojo rests his hand on top of Riku's head, "While I do that, Yuji, why don't you give Riku a tour of the gym?"
"Sure thing, sensei!" Yuji smiles so bright and honestly that it's infectious, and Riku finds herself smiling, too.
"Megumi, you do some drills with Yuki and Todo. Your roundhouse is too slow for your competitor next week, and the only reason you won just now was because Yuji was distracted."
Megumi's eye twitches with a bit of anger to Gojo's painfully straightforward feedback, "Got it." He grunts between clenched teeth.
"Be back in a sec, Ri, okay?" Gojo ruffles Riku's hair before turning and letting go of her head, already heading off towards the hallway. Todo and Megumi begin to retreat back to the fighting ring in the center of the room.
"Nice to meet you, Riku!" Yuki says with a sweet smile before doing the same.
"Well, welcome to the Six Eyes Gym!" Yuji stretches his arms out wide, gesturing to the expansive workout and training space around them, "This is the main floor…"
Gojo's phone vibrates in his pocket as he approaches his office and he retrieves it from his side, quickly sliding his finger over the screen to answer the call when he sees 'SUGURU' flash across it.
"Yo." Gojo says short and quick into the phone, beginning to stride down the hallway that leads to his office.
"Hey Satoru—" Geto's voice is cut off by the sound of a blood-curdling scream from a man in the background, "sorry 'bout the volume, but just found the culprit who delivered Toji's letter and wiped the security cameras… Let me get somewhere quieter."
"Ah. Get anything out of him yet?" Gojo asks casually, entering his office and closing the door behind him. He flicks on the lights and spots the stack of papers on his desk.
"Nah, not anything substantial. Seems like he might just be an errand boy and doesn't know much. Though I do have two of my clan muscle interrogating him for Toji's location." As Geto speaks, the thuds and screams in the background begin to grow quieter and fainter, and Gojo assumes his friend is now at a distance or in another room completely.
"With how many yakuza we got tracking him in Tokyo, doubt he's even in the area. That or the asshole is really fucking good at hiding." Gojo plops down into his office chair, searching through one of his desk drawers for a pen before beginning to mindlessly scan his eyes over the first page of the small pile of forms in front of him.
"Yeah, we'll see what happens with our current lead, but I honestly doubt Toji elected to tell this messenger anything. Also doubt he cares if the dude lives or dies."
"Knowing him, he definitely doesn't." Gojo says plainly, and there's a short pause in their conversation.
"How's Riku been?" Geto asks, voice lower and playful.
"Oh, so that's why you called. You wanna know how our date's been going?" Gojo grins as he flips a page over and clicks the end of his pen a few times. He signs his family name at the bottom, "What? Afraid you're gonna lose our game?"
"Never that." Geto laughs on the other end of the phone, "So you gonna tell me or not?"
"Since you're so nosy… Riku's doing great. Took her the scenic route to the beach, stopped at a clifftop coffee shop, let her taste the new club menu and sake at Iwai's, we walked on the beach, and I even found time to fuck her in between. Now Yuji's giving her a tour of the gym while I do some fight club maintenance work in my office." Gojo smirks as he flips pages to the next set of forms.
"You fucked her, without me? That's not fair." Geto says in a sultry voice, his smirk evident through his tone.
"No rules, remember?" Gojo chuckles, sitting up in his office chair and clicking the back of his pen a few more times, "She begged for it, too."
"Yeah? Where'd you fuck her?"
"In the back of Iwai's," Gojo snickers once, "nearly broke the bathroom door down, I nailed her so hard into it."
"Was she loud?" Geto asks, voice heavy with lust.
Gojo notices, "Of course she was loud. I found a way to keep her quiet, though. Well, as quiet as she could be getting the sense fucked outta her… You know, you've got quite the curiosity today, Suguru." Gojo cocks his head to the side and tucks his phone between his shoulder and ear, holding the form still with one hand while he signs the paper with his other, "Feeling lonely?" Gojo murmurs, purposely making his tone breathy and wanton.
"It's called FOMO." Geto explains in a low, heated voice, before quickly changing the subject, "But tell me how her pussy felt."
At the sound of Geto's words, Gojo's eyes blink wide in realization and he grins, "Wait, are you jerking off right now, Suguru?" Gojo leans forward in his chair, intrigued.
"…Maybe." Geto heavily exhales the word, only confirming it for Gojo.
Gojo chuckles once, smirk remaining on his lips, "You want me to tell you about how good Riku's pussy felt? How warm and wet she was, and how she kept squeezing me like crazy?" Gojo drops his pen on his desk and sits back in his chair, returning his left hand to his phone so he can properly hold it against his ear to hear Geto clearly. He turns up the volume with a few taps of his thumb.
"Fuck, yes."
Gojo bites the inside of his lip after hearing Geto's depraved-sounding tone and uses his free hand to slide a drawer open in his desk, fishing around in it before retrieving and clicking a remote that slowly shuts the electric blinds on his office room's windows, "And you call me the horny one?" After returning the remote to its drawer and closing it, Gojo rises from his chair to lock his office door. His voice suddenly turning alluring, "Why don't you squeeze yourself from base to tip nice and slow, Suguru? Can you do that for me?"
"Yeah. Shit, it's so tight…" Geto huffs out, clearly consumed with being so turned on.
Gojo returns to his chair, "That's how tight Riku was. The harder you fuck her the tighter she gets—it's insane, really." He coos.
"I wanna fuck her face again." Geto grunts.
Gojo hums, appreciating the sound of Geto's voice, "Mm… She's got a good mouth, that one. Nice and wet with a tight throat, and she knows how to work her tongue." Gojo smooths his hand down the bulk of his thigh when he feels his own cock twitch up against the confines of his shorts, "You think she gives better head than me, Suguru?"
"Fuck, Satoru…" Geto moans hungrily, just above a whisper, "She's good, but you know me. You know what I like." He pauses to pant a heavy exhale, "Want you to suck me."
Gojo's lips silently form a small 'o' in response to Geto's words and he unbuttons his shorts, reaching beneath them to retrieve his hardened dick. He begins to pump it in his fist, "Yeah? You want me to suck you, or do you need me to?"
Geto sighs lustfully, "Need you to." He pauses before he continues, voice low and gravelly, "You know how to make me cum quick."
"That's right. Are you still stroking yourself nice and slow for me?" Gojo turns up the honey in his voice.
"Uh-huh."
"Stroke a little faster."
Gojo assumes he listens because Geto curses before he speaks again, "I'm so fucking hard, Satoru."
"I know, Suguru. You made me hard, too…" Gojo trails off, keeping up his vocal composure, though his own horniness and stroking of his cock is beginning to eat away at his ability to, "You want me to get your dick nice and wet, and take it all in my mouth? Want me to suck the head and lick at that spot right beneath it, just how you like?"
"Oh, fuck." Geto tries to restrain a moan but fails.
Gojo grins wickedly, pleased that he's the only one who gets to hear Geto's depraved and desperate voice like this, "Why don't you stop stroking and squeeze that spot for me?" Gojo demands, saying the question more like a statement.
Geto breathes raggedly on the other end of the phone line. He speaks up after a long pause, "Can I start stroking again?"
"You never really answered my question earlier, Suguru." Gojo says plainly, blatantly ignoring Geto's request as he strokes himself freely.
"Shit. What question?" Geto groans.
"You think Riku gives you head better than me?" Gojo asks again, nearly singing the question as he continues to fist his dick.
"No, Satoru."
"And you know why that is?"
"Why?"
"It's 'cos your cock is mine. Now, say it." Gojo commands coldly, any sweetness now gone from his voice.
"My cock is yours…" Geto pants.
"Again."
"My cock is yours, Satoru."
"Start stroking again. Fast."
Geto sucks in a breath, sharply, "Gonna cum."
"You wanna cum in my mouth, Suguru?" The honey returns to Gojo's tone.
"Yes—"
"Yeah, I thought you would." Gojo quickly interjects, pumping himself faster, "But I'm gonna cum, too. Where do you want it?"
"…My hair."
"You like that, huh?" Gojo chuckles, "That's pretty nasty, Suguru. What, you need a protein treatment?" Gojo smirks, murmuring the question mockingly.
"Geez, can you shut up, Satoru? 'M gonna… fuck!" Geto moans with finality. After a long pause, he clicks his tongue against his teeth and sighs, "Did not want to cum to that."
Gojo closes his eyes and imagines himself gripping a handful of Geto's long, black strands of hair. In his mind, he grips them at the root with one hand while his other continues to stroke himself off. Geto's hair is soft and Gojo wants to rub his dick in it, maybe even wrap it around his cock. He bites his bottom lip at the idea and grunts, hips jerking forward in his chair and cum messily spilling into his own hand, "Your hair feels so good, Suguru."
"Fuck you."
"Sorry," Gojo laughs, leaning over to grab a few tissues from the small box on the other side of his desk, "you want me to make it up to you tonight?"
"Yeah, you owe me."
"Come to the fight club early, then. I'm sure I got time for you in my office there…" Gojo wipes his hands on the tissues, careful not to spill any cum on his shorts before he throws them into the trash can underneath his desk.
"What about Riku?"
"Keep her at home. Just put her to sleep or something."
Geto huffs out a single laugh, "You want me to put her to sleep?"
"Yeah, the best way you know how." Gojo says suggestively, "I mean you've still got extra muscle protecting your territory, right?"
"Obviously."
"Well, then everything's good and covered." Gojo concludes with a small smirk.
"Alright. I gotta clean up the mess I made in the meantime." Geto chuckles, "I'll see you tonight, Satoru."
"Later, Suguru."
Later in the afternoon, after Gojo had driven Riku back from the gym and dropped her off at Geto's estate, Riku found herself in the shower with Geto, again—the long-haired man having talked her into it for the second day in a row.
Riku steps into the shower and closes the door behind her, to which Geto curiously examines her reddened backside, "Shit, Satoru did this to you?" Geto smooths his hand over the curve of Riku's ass, and she flinches from the soreness.
Geto clicks his tongue and gently tugs Riku close to him by her arm so that they're both under the warm spray of the rain-style shower head, "You gotta tell him when he's being too harsh with you, Ri."
Ri looks to then turns away from Geto for a moment, shyly biting her lip out of embarrassment from his discovery of the marks Gojo had left on her. Though, Geto seemed more than comfortable talking about Gojo fucking her… This was a dynamic that would take Riku a while to get used to.
Geto smirks just slightly to Riku's expression, sliding his hands up her wet skin to wrap his arms around her waist from behind her. He bends his head down to speak lowly into her ear, "Even if you like it, your body can only handle so much. You wanna soak in the bath after we shower?"
Riku turns her head back to face Geto as much as she can in their current position and nods a few times, before allowing her eyes to flutter shut to enjoy the heat of the shower water and Geto's embrace.
Geto releases his light hold on Riku and she opens her eyes once more, turning to face him and letting the stream of water wet her hair. She gently runs her hands through her long curls and Geto's smirk grows when he realizes something, "You're way more agreeable than usual, aren't you?" He runs the lengths of fingers underneath Riku's chin, "Part of me's kinda thankful for Satoru fucking you into submission…"
Riku feels her face redden even further, clearly embarrassed, "Can you stop saying shit like that?!"
Geto releases an honest laugh, lips curving into a toothy grin, "There's my brat," He swiftly bends and pecks her lips, "was starting to think something was wrong with ya, being so quiet." Geto begins to reach up and rinse his hair in the shower's spray, the colorful dragon tattoos on his arms and chest dancing quietly at the command of his rippling muscles beneath.
Riku rolls her eyes but then studies Geto movements as he reaches over to grab a few pumps of shampoo from the bottle from the ledge of the shower, appreciating the art on his skin. After working the liquid into her curls, Riku removes a hand from her damp hair to gently run her fingers down Geto's chest, "I like these." She says, simply.
"Thanks, beautiful. I like your chest, too." Geto winks, shamelessly eyeing Riku's body for a moment; after squeezing a few pumps of shampoo into his palm, he returns the bottle to the shower's ledge.
Riku sighs, turning to get herself some more shampoo, "You know, you and Satoru are a lot alike, actually."
Geto laughs, starting to lather the liquid into his scalp, "Ouch. That felt like an insult."
"Not my fault you both are always spewing horny shit." Riku shrugs, beginning to wash her hair as well, "I was trying to complement your tattoos," she describes, turning back towards Geto, "how long did it take to get them done?"
Geto looks up, thinking to himself before returning his gaze to Riku, "Well, they're various pieces I got over the past few years that each took months to heal, but just the hours of tattooing, altogether? Maybe like… 94-ish hours?"
Riku's eyes widen with surprise, but also can understand as there's hardly a millimeter of skin on Geto's torso and arms that isn't covered in ink, "Oh my god, that's nearly four days… Did it hurt a lot?"
Geto's smirk softens into a light smile, "Of course… But it's something the male leaders in my clan have done for generations."
"Really?"
"Really, Ri." Geto chuckles under his breath, "C'mere." He removes his hands from his hair to turn Riku around and back her into his chest, fingers already beginning to trail to her scalp and gently massage the shampoo suds at her curly roots just the way she likes, "Know you want me to do this, anyway."
Riku's hands fall to her sides in response to Geto's sweet movements and she closes her eyes, "Mm… What's your family like?"
Geto continues to massage his fingers in in Riku's hair in small circles, "Normal. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious. What was it like growing up?"
"You mean like my childhood? It was fine. My parents are good people, and they spoiled me a lot as a kid, until I started doing work for the family." Geto removes his hands from Riku's hair after a while and she turns to rinse it off; Geto follows suit.
Riku opens her eyes again after washing off her hair, glancing up at Geto, "What changed when you started yakuza clan work?"
"Well, I quickly learned how nasty this world of ours can be, that's for sure. And the drug game already isn't pretty on its own." Geto admits, eyes still closed as he rinses the last of the suds from his hair.
"How old were you?" Riku can't help her curiosity.
Geto's face temporarily scrunches up in thought, "Thirteen, I think."
"Fuck, that's horrible…! You were just a kid!" Riku's brows knit together, her eyes filled with concern.
"We're yakuza, Ri. What did you think? That they would wait 'til I'm 18 to teach me shit?" Geto pauses, eyes softening as he gazes down at Riku with a mixture of interest and some other emotion she can't place, "Damn, you were sheltered a lot, huh? Must've been nice and comfortable growing up in a low rank family."
Riku's stomach turns a bit to Geto's words, and her expression reflects it as she grabs for the conditioner, "Not quite. Though I don't remember much, I did lose my parents due to yakuza-related violence when I was seven. Being born into a low rank family isn't as comfy as so many high rank dicks from our syndicate make it out to be."
Geto's brows lift as he recalls this bit of information she'd told him and Gojo just a few nights ago, "Shit, that's right—I'm sorry, Ri."
Riku sighs and shakes her head, continuing to speak as she squeezes a few pumps of the conditioner in her palm before passing the bottle to Geto and working the cream into the length of her hair, "But just 'cos I'm yakuza, doesn't mean I agree with how our families do things. I know we deal in shady work, so danger comes with the job description, but there's gotta be a better way… At the very least, when it comes to unnecessary violence."
Geto pumps out a bit of conditioner for himself and places it back on the shower ledge before going to work on his hair, "You're not wrong. 98% of the bullshit problems our syndicate deals with are over greedy pieces of shit who want one of three things: money, power, or a woman. Maybe it wouldn't happen as often if we didn't raise assholes who were baptized by fire."
"Exactly!" Riku emphasizes, relieved that Geto had gotten her point. She lets the conditioner sit in her hair while she begins to wash her body, retrieving one of the cutely folded black washcloths from the ledge of the shower before dampening it beneath the shower's hot stream.
Geto washes the conditioner from his hair, "Looks like you just got caught up in the drama, this time around."
"Yeah…" Riku trails off, expression falling from her face as she looked down at the drain in the shower. She hadn't really thought about the situation with Toji since this morning, even after meeting his son at the gym. Megumi was so different, after all.
"You doing okay?"
Riku sort of hates how honest Geto sounds, "As okay as I can be. Haven't really thought about it much, honestly." She reaches over to get some shower gel from one of the fancy, glass bottles, then lathers it up on her cloth before beginning to rub it and the soap over her arms. It smells heavenly—lightly scented with earthy notes.
"That's probably for the best. Don't let that bastard fuck with your head." Geto grabs the other neatly folded wash towel from the ledge and wets it before doing the same, "And hopefully Satoru and I are big enough distractions." He smirks just barely.
"Well, you all are doing an outstanding job at that." Riku notes with a quick laugh under her breath, beginning to lather the soap over her chest and stomach, and bending at the waist to do the same to her legs.
Geto's eyes study Riku shamelessly, nearly pausing in washing himself at the sight before him. He bites the inside of his lip and feels his cock twitch, "You need me to wash your back, babe?"
Riku continues to scrub at her legs, completely oblivious to Geto's gaze as she had her back towards him, "Oh, that would be great." She stands back upright and moves her conditioned curls over her shoulder so that her bare back faces him directly. Riku hardly turns her head as she offers her washcloth to Geto, "Thank you."
"Mhm." Geto hums bright and affirmatively, but the dark and heated expression on his face that Riku can't currently see completely contradicts it. He retrieves the wash towel from her, rubbing it over the smooth, café au lait skin of her back. He rubs it and the soap back and forth over her shoulders then down the length of it, feeling a familiar heaviness pool in his abdomen as his dick continued to harden. Geto pauses to rest his own washcloth over his shoulder, then continues to lather his way down to the small of Riku's back and her reddened rear. He wipes the supple skin there sinfully slow, then purposely makes his dick jump so that it pokes the side of Riku's ass.
Riku gasps, quickly snapping her head back towards Geto to find the cause of the poke—his cock fully erect and prodding firmly against her ass cheek, "Hey…! Stop being a horny bastard!" She teases playfully, only pretending to be annoyed. Riku gives Geto's tattooed chest a good jab with her index before turning back around so he could finish washing off her back.
"Sorry, beautiful. Just seeing you turns me on." Geto says lowly, pressing his hips forward ever so slightly. He twists and wrings out the soap from Riku's washcloth underneath the stream of water, saturating the small towel with water again before reaching around the front of her hips and between her legs with it. Geto begins to gently rub the soft, warm cloth in deliciously light circles around her clit; he bends his head to speak into her ear, "Open your legs for me a little more."
Riku exhales a moan and immediately follows his direction, breathing growing heavier to the feel of Geto's other hand suddenly joining her bare backside and fondling the sore round of it, his dick still pressing firmly against the side of it. He moves his hand from her ass after a while, slipping it under her cheeks before pressing and slipping a single finger inside of her while the other hand with her washcloth continues to rub on her clit. Riku weakly groans this time, voice telling to her soreness from being fucked so hard earlier.
"Fuck, you're still so tight…" Geto trails off, lips still at Riku's ear and mind partly consumed with lust. He pushes and pulls his middle finger in and out of Riku's pussy, "Is it sore, baby?" He coos.
"Yes…" Riku whimpers to the dull soreness that's reawakened between her legs with Geto's finger.
"Shit," Geto just barely rolls his hips forward once, twice, three times, causing his cock to rub against Riku's perky ass, "need you, Ri. But this hole is too delicious of a treat to devour all day every day." He glances down, removing his finger from Riku's pussy then using the hand to spread her cheeks apart and press the head of his dick to the rim of her asshole, "you like it back here…?" He's unable to hold back the growing grin on his lips.
Riku gasps again, suddenly torn out of her budding arousal. She turns and swats Geto's hand with the washcloth out from between her legs, "With your monster-thick dick, Suguru?! Absolutely fucking not. And we're in the shower with no lube? Are you crazy or something?!" Riku looks honestly shocked.
Geto lets loose a cackle at Riku's reaction, even throwing his head back a bit as his voice echoes and bounces off the shower's walls, "Come on, Ri, I was joking! But I'm sure you could take it with some training!" He guffaws the words out, smirking ear to ear as he placed Riku's damp wash towel on the ledge.
Riku glances down to Geto's prominent erection as she faces him, seriously considering its large size and girth. She shakes her head, "Yeah, even with plugs, and toys, and all the lube in the world, there's no way my ass is ever closing again after taking that."
Geto's laugh diminishes into a chuckle and he cups Riku's face in his hands, "Relax, Ri, I wouldn't hurt you unless you wanted me to." He softly presses his lips to her cheek and kisses it brief yet sweetly, "And I'm not a brute like Satoru."
After they've showered and when they're soaking in the outdoor, wooden, onsen-style bath, Geto wraps his arms around Riku and pulls her back into his chest. His hands ghost over her breasts and slip down her sides to rest on her hips, which he backs into the space between his manspread legs, "Lay back on my chest, Ri. You want me to finish what I started in the shower, don't you?" He murmurs into her ear, teeth nibbling the rim of it as the water in the bath gently laps around them.
Riku reclines back and spreads her legs beneath the water so that the outsides of her thighs touch the inside of Geto's, and he slowly glides both of his hands between Riku's legs, fingers lightly trailing over her groin. His right hand finds Riku's clit, and he gently rubs the pads of his fingers in small, practiced circles over the hardened nub of flesh.
"Oh—" Riku moans out, biting her lip to cut herself off. Her breathing grows heavier, and her chest rises and falls on top of Geto's.
Geto's lips remain at Riku's ear, and he takes a slow breath before blowing it warmly, "Don't hold back, Ri; talk to me. I wanna hear that pretty voice of yours." He continues to lightly rub her clit, his tongue finding and darting over the heated slope of skin just beneath her ear. Geto kisses down to the crook of Riku's neck, left hand slowly slipping up and out of the water to palm and squeeze her breast.
"Hah, Suguru…" Riku pants out, eyes fluttering shut to concentrate on Geto's touch. His low voice ringing in her ears, soft lips on her neck, warm chest pressed flush against her back, long fingers toying with her nipple, thick hand between her legs… Riku felt completely consumed by the man and didn't want him to stop rubbing her clit so perfectly, "A little harder, please?" She whines, starting to rock her hips forward into Geto's hand, over and over.
Geto hums out a chuckle, lips parting from Riku's neck after a long kiss, "Demanding, aren't we?" Geto carefully presses his fingers just a bit harder to Riku's clit, picking up the speed of his circling as well. He straightens his neck and cocks his head to one side to study Riku's every reaction to his movements, "How's that, Ri?"
Riku again can't help but hate the honesty in Geto's tone—like he really cares so much about her pleasure; it's as if Geto knows exactly how to drive Riku crazy, both physically and mentally. She simply moans to the perfect friction Geto creates between her legs, cheeks flushed deep red to the bit of embarrassment and immense heat that courses throughout her body.
"You're not gonna answer me?" As if a switch had flipped within him, Geto's voice suddenly turns dark and is nearly venomous; and a pleasant shock of adrenaline shoots down Riku's spine to focus in her abdomen. He suddenly stops, removing his right hand from between her legs, "I'm not asking for a lot, Ri."
"No—yes!" Riku quickly opens her eyes and moans the words out, grasping Geto's right hand with her own and directing it back between her legs again, "It feels good… Please keep going, Suguru!"
Geto snickers into her ear, "You're so fucking greedy." He spits the words under his breath, relenting to return his fingers to Riku's clit and begin rubbing it again, "See? Was that so hard?"
"Shut up." Riku complains breathily, simultaneously turning her head back towards Geto's to press her lips to his in a kiss that immediately turns lewd. Geto's left hand releases Riku's breast and instead grasps her wet curls at the root, continuing to speed up the circling of his fingers between her legs. Riku moans into Geto's equally open mouth, tongue swirling with his as she feels his dick twitch against her lower back beneath the water. She moves her hips even more, the pace of her rolling increasing as she rocks into Geto's hand. The sense of overwhelming pleasure hits her abruptly, and all of a sudden, she's on the edge of her climax. Riku parts her lips from Geto's, brows quivering together and jaw falling open with gratification as a long moan spills from her mouth, "Fuck, Suguru—gonna cum really hard…!"
"Yeah, Ri?" He murmurs lowly into her ear, voice sultry, "Show me how good I make you feel."
"Ahh…!" Riku cries out at the command of Geto's fingers, hips jerking and body convulsing on his with each wave of her orgasm as he continues to rub her through it. Her head feels light and spacey as she comes down from her high, and she sinks further into the hot bath water.
Geto laughs at first, thinking it's just Riku being dramatic, but then stops and quickly locks his arm around her waist before her head slips completely under the water, "Whoa, Riku—careful, babe. You okay?"
Riku turns in Geto's grasp, weakly wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head beside his. She grumbles as she wraps her legs around his waist, "My head's been hurting today, and I'm sleepy now." Riku whines her complaints a bit childishly.
Geto sighs, rubbing his hands up the smooth skin of Riku's back, "So you want me to baby you?"
"It's called aftercare!"
Geto chuckles, "Guess that's fair after what Satoru put you through today… And that asshat hardly has the patience for shit like aftercare." Geto sits up and pulls back just enough so he can look into Riku's eyes and places his hands on her cheeks as he speaks, "But don't worry, beautiful. You can always come to me after Satoru's rough with you. I'll take care of you."
Riku can't tell if Geto is playing with her or if he's really being truthful and it pisses her off—but she feels a strong pull in her chest after hearing his words, regardless, and that's even worse. What's wrong with me?! She thinks, making a funny face at Geto in response. Her eyes twitch with a mix of agitation and adoration and her lips quiver in and out of a hard line.
Get laughs once to this, "What's that face?"
"Nothing!" She hides her face once more in the crook of Geto's neck.
Geto shakes his head with a smirk, slowly rising from the bath water with Riku in his arms, "You're the strangest girl I've ever met, Ri." He steadily steps out of it, "Let's get you outta here."
Riku is startled awake by her ringtone chiming, stirring beneath the covers of Geto's bed and glancing around the room to orient herself when she realizes he's no longer there. Her phone continues to ring, and she blinks sleepily a few times, simply staring at the device that vibrates rhythmically on the nightstand in the distance. Riku reaches over and picks it up, seeing the name 'NANAMI' flash across the top of it before swiping her finger across it, "Hello?"
"Hey, Ri. You alright? Haven't heard your voice in a while." Nanami's rich, deep, and husky voice comes through the line, and Riku can't help but appreciate its hypnotic nature as her eyes are heavy with sleep.
Why does he have to sound so damn good all the time? She nestles her ear a little further into the phone speaker as she reclines back into the sheets again, "Yeah, I'm okay."
"Wait, were you asleep?"
Riku sighs, rubbing her eyes with her free hand, "Mhm, what time is it?"
"It's hardly midnight. Sorry, Ri, thought you'd still be awake on a Saturday night."
"S'okay. Fell asleep really early since my head was hurting. Probably would've messed up my sleeping schedule if you didn't call." She clears her throat, voice still a little hoarse.
"Where's Satoru and Suguru? They treating you well?"
"Um, I don't know, actually… maybe working? Suguru was here earlier, but I think he's gone now. And they're treating me fine."
"They left you alone? Hm, I don't like the sound of that."
"There's plenty of guards, like at least 50 around and some even inside the house, so it's fine. Plus, it's Geto's territory. It's supposed to be hard to get here without being noticed, right?"
"Yeah, it's supposed to, but we should stay on the phone until one of them comes back."
"Ken…!" Riku whines, rubbing her fingers into her temples tiredly, "That could be hours!"
"You don't have to say anything—you can even fall asleep. Just stay on the line with me to be safe, Ri, okay?"
"Fine." Riku sighs and taps the speaker icon on her phone before navigating to her iMessages, seeing that Geto had sent her a text about going to the fight club for some quick business, "Oh."
"What?" Nanami asks, curiously.
"Suguru texted me. He made a quick run to Satoru's fight club."
"Huh." Nanami says, sounding as if he's lost in thought.
"Ken?"
"Yeah?"
"Why didn't you ever tell me about the yakuza fight club?"
Nanami takes a long pause before speaking again, "Truthfully, Ri—it's way too dangerous of a place for you to be."
"Okay, going in the club is one thing, but I couldn't even know it existed at all? How does that make sense?!" Riku sits up in bed a little, notably agitated.
Nanami sighs, "I was just trying to keep you out of that kind of trouble. I mean you know yourself best, Ri. Can you really blame me for not letting you hear about it?"
Riku boils with anger, "It's not my fault I get in trouble all the time! It's almost always some yakuza asshole's fault, every fucking time! And you know it!" She tosses the phone—still on speaker—on the pillow beside her and crosses her arms over her silk robe-covered chest, "And you have the nerve to blame me for fighting back when people try to hurt me, verbally, physically, or whatever?!"
"Riku—"
"How dare you! Meanwhile you're having the time of your life bashing some random yakuza muscle's head in and getting paid to do it, right?!"
"…Satoru told you that?" Nanami asks, voice calm, in complete contrast with Riku's.
"Yeah, he did, actually!"
"That was before I worked for your family, Ri. I needed the money. I did what I could to survive."
"Then work at KFC or something!"
"KFC?" Nanami sounds confused, then stifles a chuckle, "I couldn't work a job like that. Fighting is the only real thing I'm good at."
"No, it's not!" Riku protests, voice still raised.
Nanami sighs again, "Then what am I good at, Ri?"
She tugs at a curl that rests on her forehead, finally lowering her tone back to its normal volume, "Protecting people."
"I'm glad you think that about me. Lately it seems like I've been messing up on that quite a bit, when it comes to you."
"Well, you're doing a good job, in my opinion… you've just got an unlucky yakuza girl with an attitude as a client." Riku rests her head on the pillow, just beside the phone. She stares down at Nanami's name that flashes across the call screen, sort of wishing she could be near him.
"Client and friend." Nanami clarifies.
Riku smiles, allowing her eyes to flutter shut at the sound of that, "Mhm." The two are both quiet for nearly a minute, but Riku speaks up again, "Ken?"
"Yes, Ri." Nanami coos smoothly in his velvet tone, and Riku enjoys how loyally he responds to her.
"Tell me a story."
"You want me to read you a bedtime story? Riku, you're 25." Nanami doesn't laugh, but she can hear the smirk in his voice.
"Whatever! You have a nice voice for it, so just tell me one. Tell me… a crazy story about a fight you were in."
"Oh, you like my voice, hm?" Nanami deepens his husky voice when he speaks.
Riku clears her throat, feeling her cheeks redden, "The story, Ken!"
He chuckles honestly, a truly rare occurrence—and Riku is nearly surprised by the sound of it, "Okay, alright. So, one night, when I was at a bar with Satoru and Suguru…"
