Fuck, how the hell did he always end up like this?
With his bruised form wedged angrily against the dirty brick of the nearest, narrowest alley at their disposal? His mouth hanging open, a thin trail of spit working it's way down his chin and a constellation of tears clinging to his flushed cheeks?
It's humiliating, another reminder that he'd always be the pathetic, useless failure that couldn't do a damn thing right–and yet, Akutagawa can't help the way his back arches and his thighs tremble from the effort, the strain of holding himself open enough to let Atsushi use his cunt until he's satiated, until he's emptied and spent, until his litter of cubs takes.
The weretiger's growls are low and ragged, little more than a broken snarl ripping from deep within his chest. With each pointed snap of his hips, the steady rumble stutters and breaks. It's enough to send a shiver up the curve of Akutagawa's spine, head falling back with a sharp keen of want falling past his bruised lips.
" Atsushi –" his voice splinters, breaking with a sharp, pitched cry as the sound of his name leaving Akutagawa's lips pulls a low snarl of unabashed lust from deep inside the weretiger's ribcage. He had a clawed hand gripping Akutagawa's hips, fingers curled with enough force to leave bloodied welts behind against the other's pale flesh–but as he begs and keens, writing and squirming from the feeling of how fucking full Atsushi's cock leaves him, the weretiger can't help the way his hold releases in favor of grabbing a fistful of Akutagawa's dark locks.
Black hair is fisted in a tight grip, the sting against his scalp enough to force another shuddering keen from past Akutagawa's lips. Atsushi wastes no time in yanking his head back forcefully, jarring the detective enough until the back of his skull thuds unceremoniously against the ragged brick. The dull ache pounding at his head pales in comparison to the way his insides burn to life, stomach clenching and the heat pooled between his thighs throbbing as his cunt flutters around Atsushi's length.
"Ahh–" his weak cry tapers off, his own hands scrambling restlessly from where they were clutching the thick, striped fur trim of his hood for support. "Atsu–" he sobs again, eyes heavy-lidded and clouded with fresh tears as Atsushi uses his grip on his hair to force their gazes to meet.
A shudder works its way up Akutagawa's spine as he catches the rage burning in the depths of luminescent amber eyes, something sinister , ferocious gleaming in deep indigo flashes as he savors the sound of Akutagawa's voice breaking. The high-collar of Atsushi's jacket had been unzipped only enough to expose his face–mouth hanging open to mock the expression of want on Akutagawa's face, brows furrowed and a thin sheen of sweat leaving his bangs clinging to his forehead–and as Akutagawa levels out a whimper of defeat, submitting wordlessly in the way glassy grays gaze pleadingly up at him, Atsushi can't help but groan.
His cock twitches where it's buried to the hilt inside of Akutagawa's tight heat, unable to get enough of how much he could break the Armed Detective Agency's most ferocious guard dog, picking him apart piece by piece until he's nothing more than a broken, brainless puppy made to keep his cock warm and hold his cubs. It's maddening, driving him closer and closer to the precipice of insanity every time he gets to watch Akutagawa come apart like a bitch in heat on his cock, feeling how his pussy flutters every time he drives his hips forward unforgivingly.
"Say it." Atsushi's growl feels far from human, a half-animalistic sneer that drips from an unhinged maw with ferocity–and though Akutagawa had long-since learned that he could take the mafioso in combat, the way the deep, rumbling snarl causes his insides to clench is impossible to ignore. Akutagawa only whines weakly in response, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he tries to twist his head away in protest. The weretiger growls, jaws snapping together with enough force to click his tiger's fangs together. His grip on Akutagawa's hair tightens, fingers flexing until he jerks his head back to where it was only moments prior. The other sobs out weakly, brows furrowing from the sting that pulls at his scalp.
"I said say it, bitch ." Atsushi spits the word out with commanding expectation, forcing Akutagawa's mouth to fall open in a silent moan. The detective whimpers out, his lips trembling and the thighs locked at Atsushi's hips tightening around him.
"A-alpha." Akutagawa's voice breaks as he finally whimpers it out, the flush staining his cheeks burning hotter all the while. He can all but feel the way Atsushi's chest rumbles, the tiger dwelling deep inside his bones roaring to life at being acknowledged as the one in control, the one who owned Akutagawa– alpha . His alpha. And though his face feels hot from embarrassment, he can't help the way his pussy flutters as the weretiger's low rumble cages him in, claiming him as his own. " Alpha , please–" Akutagawa sobs out, slowly ripping apart at the seams.
The weretiger smirks smugly to himself, dark gaze sweeping over him to drink in the vision of Akutagawa with a thin trail of saliva working its way down his chin, dried tears leaving his cheeks ruddy and his eyes clouded with need… and before the detective can whimper out his pathetic mewls, Atsushi's thumb finds purchase against his chin. He applies enough pressure to force Akutagawa's lips open a fraction wider. Hovering over him, Atsushi spits into his open mouth, hips pressing forward before going still entirely, head of his swollen cock kissing against Akutagawa's cervix all the while. Akutagawa chokes out a weak sob–but as Atsushi's eyes burn into him, the detective whimpers weakly and closes his mouth in a silent show of submission.
He swallows, allowing his mouth to fall open again until his tongue peeks out from between bruised lips. The weretiger's gaze studies him intently for a moment longer before exhaling a hum of brief approval. The thumb that had been pressed firmly into Akutagawa's chin lifts now, moving to instead trace the sharp planes of Akutagawa's face with sudden care, each fleeting touch almost delicate in nature. His head is still spinning–and as Atsushi cradles his face, the detective can't help the way his lips fall open and he sighs out. It's little more than a breathy, shaking exhale–but as Akutagawa turns his head to nose weakly against Atsushi's palm, spit-slicked lips smudging anxious kisses along the underside of his wrist, the weretiger can't help but roll his hips ever so slightly.
The way Atsushi's swollen cock teases against that sweet spot deep inside his cunt is enough to leave him with weak knees–and as he whimpers softly, each sound muffled by Atsushi's hand, he feels himself slowly come undone, unraveling until each and every last thread holding Akutagawa together dissolved completely. Atsushi's tender touch feels comforting–but it's short-lived.
As quickly as Akutagawa had turned to reverently press his mouth to Atsushi's pulse, the weretiger draws his hand back to bring the back of it down against the same cheek he had caressed moments prior sharply. Akutagawa's head snaps to the side, mouth falling open as he chokes out a strangled sob and a sharp, angry sting leaving his jaw throbbing. He's hardly granted reprieve.
Atsushi's hand finds his hair once again, fisting his hair until white-tipped locks are twisted between his knuckles and his sharpened tiger's claws dig into the nape of his neck. Each sharp movement of Atsushi's hips driving deeper and deeper between Akutagawa's legs jolts the detective's thin figure, causing his claws to sink deeper and deeper into the sensitive skin of his throat with each successive thrust.
"Little pup thinks I'm going to be gentle?" Atsushi's growls drip from his lips with a mocking coo, honeyed lilt stuttering with ragged growls as his throbbing cock drives deeper and deeper into him. He doesn't dare relent, even as Akutagawa's feverish moans grow sharper, more pained, from having the weretiger's swollen length drive angrily into him, bottoming out with each unforgiving snap of his hips. A low, breathless chuckle escapes Atsushi all the while, twisting his grip enough to force Akutagawa's head back at an awkward angle, uncaring of the trembling gasps the other exhales. "What's pup made for?" Atsushi prompts, his voice dropping low.
Akutagawa's throat feels dry, worn from his cries and sobs and whimpers–and as the pain of having Atsushi split him open from the inside leaves his thighs straining and discomfort coiling in the pit of his stomach, he can't help the way he begins to hate himself. He hates how he can't fight back, can't seem to push the mafioso off of him. He hates that he's letting the weretiger use him mercilessly. And most of all– he hates that he loves every fucking second of it.
Atsushi snarls, giving Akutagawa a rough shake by the grip he has on his hair. The movement jars him, forcing the detective back to reality with a weak, pathetic mewl of pain. "M–made–" he chokes out, struggling to find the words he knows Atsushi wants to hear. His cheeks feel hot, his ears burning–and though Atsushi holds him too tightly for him to avoid those burning, smoldering tiger's eyes, Akutagawa tosses and turns his head in a vain attempt at avoiding eye contact. "Made–to service a–alpha's cock," he finally manages to whimper out. The low snarl that rips from deep within the weretiger's chest is the only approval Akutagawa needs, mouth falling open in a silent gasp as he feels Atsushi's cock throb and his hips stutter.
"Made to take–alpha's cum, made to be b–bred," he continues, his voice shaking as he swallows back a pathetic whine. "Made to be alpha's toy, please ." Akutagawa's chest twists from the way his own broken, petulant whimpers fill his ears. It's humiliating, absolutely degrading–and yet, the approving growls and pleased rumbles radiating off of the weretiger as Atsushi puts his full weight on him, strong arms propped against the brick to cage Akutagawa's slight frame back against it, are enough to make his sore cunt clench down on him, all but urging Atsushi to take what's his, claim what he's meant to take.
The weretiger grits out a low snarl through his clenched teeth. His free hand claws at Akutagawa's hips, sharp sharp edge of his claws slicing through the fabric of the detective's thin shirt. His jacket had long since been tossed aside–and though Atsushi had been careful to keep from soiling his own clothes, he's too far gone now to give a damn about what little fabric still clung to Akutagawa's shuddering body. He growls low, all but tearing into his thin shirt until his claws find purchase against the sharp dips of Akutagawa's hips. Fingers curl and Atsushi manages an iron-grip into his hip, pulling another pathetic mewl from the detective's lips. Instinctively, Atsushi uses his hold to hoist Akutagawa's hips up, guiding his leg to hook deftly around his hips until he can slot between his thighs to drive his thrusts up into him with more force.
Using his hold on Akutagawa's hair and the grip on his hip to lift the dark-haired boy up, Atsushi takes his time to drop Akutagawa's full weight down onto his cock in rhythm with his thrusts. He snarls, the sounds mingling with Akutagawa's pitched mewls in a melody of wanton desire–and as the wet sound of Atsushi abusing Akutagawa's swollen, aching cunt fill his ears, the weretiger can't help the way his own stomach clenches.
"Good pup," Atsushi growls out, mouth twisting into a wicked smirk as his burning gaze catches Akutagawa's glassy, tear-filled gray hues. "Only thing pup is good for is–taking my cock," he sneers out, the guttural growl rumbling in his chest breaking off into an amused chuckle as Akutagawa keens in response. He spits again, this time letting his saliva drip down Akutagawa's cheek as the detective flinches under him. He's pleased to see he's too broken, too brainless to protest this time. "Gonna fill you up so fucking good, pup." His voice leaves him in a choppy hiss. "Gonna watch you leak my cum, see how fucking pretty you look when you're all swollen with my cubs, huh?" He Shakes Akutagawa by the hair again, prompting a pitched whine of agreement from the other.
The chuckle returns, but its breathless, breaking and splintering as he sound tapers off into a strained snarl. "Fuck," Atsushi groans out, hips stuttering ever so slightly., He can feel the way his cock throbs, the familiar tightening in the pit of his stomach. "Yeah, pup, take it–gonna cum in you, okay?" His coo is tainted with feigned sweetness, candied with lilting honey despite the way he drives his hips up into Akutagawa's tight heat relentlessly. "Gonna fill you up right now, stay still and take it like a good puppy for me…"
It's the only warning Akutagawa gets.
The detective exhales a sharp whine, hips flexing ever so slightly as the thick length of Atsushi's dick throbs, the weretiger's form going rigid over him–and as he slams his hips again with enough force to jolt Akutagawa's body against the rough brick, the two moans out together as the thick warmth of Atsushi's cum fills his cunt. He chokes on his sob, eyes shutting tight to keep the tears from spilling down his cheeks as the feeling of the weretiger's load spills around his cock still stuffed deep inside of him, dripping down his thighs in thick ropes.
Atsushi's thrusts slow little by little, the steady rhythm now lost as the weretiger pants and exhales low, strained groans with each erratic rock of his hips. Akutagawa's thighs tremble, his entire body going boneless with a pathetic whimper as the hand gripping his hip loosens. Atsushi's arm wraps instinctively around his waist, holding him steady momentarily as the rush of his climax leaves him dizzy for a moment.
They stay that way for what feels like either a heartbeat or an eternity. Their limbs are tangled together, bodies both trembling from the strain and effort. Atsushi, however, still hasn't released his hold on Akutagawa's hair–and though his touch goes lax for a moment, gently scratching against the detective's scalp for a brief second, it returns with a tight grip without warning,
Akutagawa gasps, tear-filled eyes going wide in shock as Atsushi maneuvers him up. He winces, choking out a plea as the weretiger finally draws his hips back. He shudders, unable to keep from moaning weakly as he feels each inch of the weretiger's cock as he slides out of the cum-streaked mess between his thighs. Atsushi jerks Akutagawa up off of the wall before forcing him down onto the ground, releasing him in favor of using a heavy, booted foot to kick Akutagawa's legs apart until he's splayed out before him on his knees.
The detective exhales a shuddering gasp, swaying and light-headed–but as a hand catches on Atsushi's thigh to steady him, he tilts his head back to cast the weretiger a look somewhere between reproachful and petulant… except when their gazes lock, Akutagawa feels himself freeze automatically, eyes growing wide like a deer caught in the headlights.
Atsushi's expression is impassive, his free hand moving to zip the high-collar of his jacket back into place to obscure the lower half of his face. All that peers back at Akutagawa are the burning, glowing eyes of the tiger, hungry and devouring him with each pass of his eyes over Akutagawa's splayed-out form. His hand flashes out again, gripping a handful of dark black once more. Akutagawa hisses softly, halfway out of protest and halfway because his scalp stings terribly from the way Atsushi had manhandled him only seconds before.
He drags Akutagawa forward, and before the detective can whine out, he growls. "Clean up the mess you made, pup." Atsushi's voice is little more than a low rumble. Akutagawa flinches, trying to turn his head away–though the weretiger doesn't allow him to. Instead, he drags him forward again, half-hard cock already twitching to life at the vision of his pup trying to shy away from him. The detective presses his lips together, forehead creasing–but before he can rouse Atsushi's anger any further, he finally peers up at him shyly.
His gaze lingers momentarily on the sight of Atsushi's cock only centimeters away from his face; his dick is only half-hard now, still spent from emptying his cum deep inside of him, and yet, its still large enough that Akutagawa's stomach tightens ever so slightly. The swollen head of the weretiger's member is thick and pink, the throbbing veins along the underside of his cock glistening from Akutagawa's own slick. His cheeks burn pink as he takes in the thick ropes of cum that had worked along the length of his dick, leaving a sticky mess all the way down to the downy white curls tucked against the edge of his boxers from where Atsushi had pulled them down enough to make use of Akutagawa properly.
He hesitates at first, wide eyes gazing up at the weretiger–but when Atsushi raises a brow at him expectantly and his knuckles begin to dig unforgivingly against his scalp, Akutagawa draws in a small breath and bobs his head forward.
The detective's tongue flicks lightly along the base of Atsushi's cock, moaning weakly as he laps up at the mess he's left behind. He savors the heady, salty taste against his tongue, allowing himself to give in to the feeling of submission that threatens to drag him under. Atsushi keeps his gaze on him, low groans of approval his only response as Akutagawa's pink tongue slowly works to lick a hot stripe along the underside of his dick. His cock twitches to attention, another rush of heat causing him to swell.
"Shit," Atsushi groans out, free hand dropping to wrap around the base, squeezing tightly at the sudden pressure that builds as he takes in the sight of Akutagawa licking away the mess of cum and slick off of him. Before he can stop himself, the weretiger smirks to himself and takes his thick cock in his hand to rub the swollen head messily against Akutagawa's cheeks, moaning low as he smears spit and tears against his flushed cheeks, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. "Fuck, such a good puppy…" he coos out approvingly, chuckling in amusement as Akutagawa smudges a desperate kiss against his head once again.
He takes his cock in his hand, pumping it slowly, deliberately as he pulls his hips away enough to keep it away from Akutagawa's reach. The detective keens in protest, mouth hanging open and tongue peeking out. Atsushi smirks to himself, savoring the sight as he gives the base of his dick a tight squeeze.
"Cum for me." The command is low and steady, one that catches Akutagawa off guard. He almost cries, fresh tears welling up in his eyes as he gives the weretiger a look halfway between bewildered and reverent.
"Alpha–?" he whines out weakly.
Atsushi growls, wedging his boot between Akutagawa's spread legs. He flexes his foot enough that the toe of his boot grinds up against his swollen clit, all but sneering as Akutagawa all but cries from having his neglected pussy touched. "I said cum for me, bitch. Just like that, grind down on my boot and show me how pathetic you are."
Akutagawa stutters, the tears spilling their way down his cheeks now. "Alpha, I–" but as the wretiger's amber eyes burn into him, he chokes back a sob and drops his gaze. His ears grow hot and the knot in the pit of his stomach returns–but he doesn't protest. Instead, he shuts his eyes and bites his lower lip, inhaling a shuddering breath
Without thinking, he rocks his hips down enough to rub his sore, soaked cunt against Atsushi's boot. The friction is divine, sending shock of ecstasy through him. His mouth falls open and a loud, pathetic moan falls past his lips. Akutagawa can't help the way his body works on its own, his hands clutching desperately at Atsushi's thighs for support as he grinds himself down against him. His hips move slowly at first–but as his breaths grow sharp, pitched, and short, the rolls of his body come erratically.
"Alpha!" Akutagawa can't help but weep, overcome with bliss and pleasure as stars blind his vision. His panting and gasping are music to Atsushi's ears, eliciting a ragged growl of approval from him. "F-fuck, alpha–feels s-so good—" he choke sout before burying his face against Atsushi's thighs. He can feel his insides clench, the build-up of pressure coiling in his stomach. Fuck, he's so close, eh can't take it, can't take how good it feels to grind pathetically against Atsushi's boots, on his knees before the weretiger, begging for his release. "S–so close, c-can't–"
Atsushi jerks his head back with a low snarl, his own hand pumping his cock in tandem with the movement of Akutagawa's hips. As the detective cries out, begging for his orgasm, the weretiger can't help the way it tips him over the edge once again. "Fuck," he hisses out, teeth clenching together as he yanks Akutagawa back in time for his second release. "Fuck yes," Atushi groans out, head falling back as his cock throbs and a thick ropes of cum coat Akutagawa's tear-streaked face in warm, stick stripes of white.
That's all Akutagawa needs before his mouth falls open and a sob breaks free from his chest, thighs twitching and his whole body spasming as his cunt clenches and his orgasm rips through him. The warmth of ATsushi's cum against his face only makes him purr out softly, eyes clouded and glassy with a pleased whimper from being thoroughly used.
Atsushi fists his cock still, groaning as he drinks in the sight of Akutagawa trembling, covered in his cum, and thoroughly-fucked out. It's beautiful, exactly what made the detective so fucking addictive. The beast within him stirred, roaring to life as the desire to sink his teeth deep into him and tear Akutagawa apart suddenly flares to life. His grip on his hair tightens–but as Atsushi swallows back the fresh growl catching his throat, he releases him.
The detective crumples to the ground with a weak cry. His bare thighs are bruised and trembling, black and blue petals blooming against pale flesh as a sticky mess coats the inside of his legs. His clothing is shredded, narrow hips going yellow from the way Atsushi had held him with the tiger's strength. Bloodied welts where Atsushi's claws had dug into his skin had long since dried, leaving thin crescents of crimson caked to him–but Akutagawa pays no mind.
He hears Atsushi's zipper as the weretiger redresses, adjusting the fur trim of his hood and ensuring that his bangs didn't continue to cling to his forehead. He seems to pay no mind as Akutagawa struggles to catch his breath, his clothing barely salvageable and still leaking Atsushi's first load down his thighs and in a pathetic, sticky pool beneath him on the asphalt.
In fact, the weretiger seems completely uninterested; Akutagawa doesn't need to lift his head to know that the mafioso has already turned his back, the sound of his heavy boots crunching against the concrete receding into the distance as Atsushi leaves the broken, abused mess he made of Akutagawa behind. Forgotten and unnecessary. Like he'd always be until the tiger within him decided that Akutagawa could be of use to him.
It's always the same old dance, Akutagawa realizes as his stomach twists. A hand lifts as he angrily swipes at the tears that still clung to his lashes. One day, he'd have the self-control to say no. He'd have the resolve to keep his knees from growing weak when the weretiger gave him a look through mocking amber eyes.
But, God, that day isn't today. Akutagawa's hands move to root around for his jacket, the sound of the fabric rustling against the brick and concrete forcing Atsushi to draw to a halt at the mouth of the alley.
He doesn't expect the weretiger to speak, much less acknowledge him. After all, they had a routine–and part of that routine meant that Atsushi would hardly chance Akutagawa with a sideways look if he had no use to bury his cock inside of him and unload when it was convenient.
And yet, the weretiger lingers. When he speaks, his voice is impassive and distant–like he's merely echoing a stray afterthought. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Until next time, pup."
His voice is low, smooth–and before he can stop himself, Akutagawa shoots an incredulous look in Atsushi's direction. He's silent, lips pressing together into a thin line before he swallows back a sigh.
"Until next time, weretiger."
There is always going to be a next time. Even if he tries his damndest to fend off the weakness that gnaws at his chest, there's always going to be a next time.
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