Sake and Sweat: Yakuza Boy One Shots, Fluff and Scenarios (ON HOLD)

No Games (Kida and Nala)

Aye

It's going down. ❤️

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A waste.

A waste of good food, good wine and after the post-coital clarity, perhaps a waste of time.

One look was all it took.
Kida's constant twitching should have given Nala the indication that she was on thin ice but she was a habitual line stepper. Always had been..  She'd strutted to her end of the table in a gown that did nothing to hide every dip and curve of her body. Of course her first rule was always to look good for her damn self but she was in the mood for being petty. She was beautiful but tonight Kida had to do a double take.

Maybe it was the slit down the side that showed off her thick, shapely thighs. Probably the way the cut of the bodice gave him an eyeful of her cleavage. Or perhaps it was the way her tongue glided across the rim of the glass after she'd drained her first glass of wine giving him a nice peak at her tongue ring. It could have been all of those things or something more but a reaction is what she got..

Kida had been teased and antagonized for too long before it happened.

He rose from his seat slowly, balled his fists around the nice table runner then proceeded to flip the entire table on its side. What was once an elegant steak dinner with herbed potatoes and merlot was now a mess in the middle of the dining room floor. The silverware went flying and one glass lay in pieces.

Nala gasped, jumping away in time for the food to not come in contact with her peach colored evening gown. Another item she had gifted herself thanks to Kida's Black card.

Her locs were draped over one of her shoulders and her brown eyes widened in shock, fear and a little bit of lust.

"... Unbelievable! Are you insane?!"
Nala cried out.

Kida ran his hands up and down his face, scrubbing at his cheeks with his palms and laughing hysterically as he did so. He wore black clothing as usual and his usually tame hair had gone unkempt for a while now making him look even more psychotic. While Kida laughed, mumbling to himself, Nala was slowly making her way out of the room. He seemed to be needing time alone and she had no problem giving that too him.

Had she gone too far? Probably, but she didn't stick around to apologize. In her mind, it served him right. He didn't own her even though he claimed that he did.

Nala turned on her heels to retreat to her cozy living space when Kida placed both hands on her hips, tsking as he did.

"And you were just going to run away from the mess you created, huh? Not this time. I'm going to fuck the fight right out of you and then we're going to clean up this mess."

Nala turned her nose up until Kida back her into the wall and started to push up the bottom of her dress.

"No the fuck we aren't! You-!"
She started grab one of his wrists until his other hand found it's way between her legs and his fingers caressed her lower lips.

Kida moistened each of his fingers with her slick release and applied pressure when he found her clit.

Nala's lips parted and she moaned at the sensation.

"You obviously want my attention. All these pretty dresses for me? And no panties? You want me to fuck you?"
Kida challenged, arching a brow and never breaking eye contact as the pad of his thumb probed her.

Nala shook her head and let her head lean against the wall. It had been too long since she'd been touched.

Kida smirked and when she loosened her hold on his wrist, he cupped Nala's throat.

"Now my dick's at attention. I'm ready to fuck.. I'm ready to smooth out this attitude of yours.. one stroke a time. That's all you need. A good. Hard. Fuck."
He whispered the last vulgar word against her lips and buried two fingers inside her.

A low, lengthy moan fell from Nala's lips.

Kida stared into her eyes while his hands left her to work on the belt secured around his waist. Nala's chest was rising and falling quickly and when Kida pushed his pants around his ankles, he pushed his pelvis into hers. Nala didn't protest and let Kida bunch her dress in one hand as he wrapped one of her legs around his hip with the other. "Let this be a lesson to you..." He told her before lining himself up and thrusting upward to bury himself inside her.

The back of Nala's head rested against the wall as Kida groaned, pounding away at her immediately. Nala draped her arms around his neck, dug the nails of her left hand into his shoulder and pulled at the hair at the nape of his neck with the right. She widened her legs and Kida wrapped her other leg around him for leverage. He held her legs up higher and gave her short sharp thrusts that made her squeal. She had to blink a few times to stop her eyes from rolling back in their sockets. Kida worked her quickly as if they were in a hurry, never letting up even when Nala buried her face in his shoulder, screaming.

Kida bit his lip and brought both his hands to Nala's throat, forcing her to look him in the eye.
"Look at me. Look at me while I'm fucking you, Nala Matias!" He commanded.

Nala locked eyes with him and watched as a sinister smile made its way on his face.
"がまんできない!"
(I can't wait any longer!)

Kida ran the pad of his thumb along her lips and applied pressure to her throat, cutting off her air supply.

Nala gasped and Kida was thrusting so erratically that Nala's back was being knocked into the wall with each thrust. Nala clawed at Kida's back and he gave her three, long, choppy thrusts until he stilled releasing her throat. He groaned loudly, flaring his nostrils and cursing as he emptied his balls inside her.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit....!" He panted over and over. Kida's knees buckled and he brought them both to the floor in a sweaty heap.

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_Maddie ❤️