#Ryuji Goda x Akira Nishidake

[cleverfoxhound-writes]

After 1000 years I’ve written something.

Ryuji Goda x Akira Nishidake (OC)

There were rumors between his men and those curious enough about the Kansai Dragon to catch wind of her. She was a mystery that eluded his men, her appearance, her name, no one knew of it but rumors that their boss was fucking a foreigner was something they couldn’t help but whisper and wonder about.

He was the Golden Dragon among the snakes of Sotenbori, he was the fearsome patriarch of the Go Ryu family, the adopted son of Jin Goda of the Omi Alliance. A man of power within the seedy underbelly of Osaka and soon Tokyo. 

A man of power, a name demanded it, strength that commanded. His domineering presence frightened and commanded his men and those around him, no one would dare challenge him. He had no weaknesses to his men but the Kansai Dragon had a weakness.

A woman. A foreigner. 

There were rumors between his men and those curious enough about the Kansai Dragon to catch wind of her. She was a mystery that eluded his men, her appearance, her name, no one knew of it but rumors that their boss was fucking a foreigner was something they couldn’t help but whisper and wonder about. 

Though he hated rumors, these rumors in specific amused him.

The heavy beats of the music reverberated off the walls in the club, rhythmic beats pounded his chest as he entered the night club. The immense wave of heat from the throng of bodies grinding against one another on the floor washed over him, a stark difference front the winter like weather outside the building.  Normally, this wasn’t his scene but he was a man on a mission and dealt with it. 

He and the two men, his top lieutenants he brought with him, followed him to the upstairs VIP lounge; he was unbothered by the startled looks of the people who were caught in salacious acts that would cause scandals for months. A smirk crossed his lips as he signaled for his men to wait nearby before he disappeared into the back offices of the club, offices that were off limits to the regular guests.

She was here, they hadn’t seen each other in a month and agreed to meet here.

He sought her out, hungry for her, her magnolia perfume was just a faint lingering scent that teased his senses while taking care of business. It drove him wild and though they agreed to keep things private for her sake he kept himself composed.

He walked down the darkened hallway until he came to a single door, he slowly opened it. The room was cool, illuminated by the muted pinks and oranges neon lights that managed to slip between the shutters.  She stood in front of the window arms crossed as she looked down at the streets of Sotenbori

"Ryuji?" a woman's voice said as she looked over her shoulder at the man.  Ryuji grunted in reply as he calmly closed the door and took off his coat, discarding it on the sofa. No words were uttered as he quickly closed the distance between them, a hand gently caressed her cheek, as he carded a hand through her silky caresses before he pulled her into a heated kiss.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he felt the heat, the soft curves of her flush against him, she looped her arms around his neck fully giving into him with wanton need. He hungrily groped at the exposed flesh thighs, greedily pushing up her mini skirt for the naked and heated flesh underneath it.

“I fuckin’ missed ya Akira,” Ryuji growled softly.

“I missed you too...Ryuji,” Akira moaned softly as he hungrily kissed down the exposed column of her neck leaving marks as he continued.

The way his name sounded coming from her lips, though she wasn’t a native it flowed differently and left him with a burning need for her. Hesitantly he broke the kiss, a string of saliva hung from their lips. 

“Ryuji…” Akira panted softly as she looked at him, though the office was dim and only illuminated from the pink and orange lights from her bronze skin seemed to glow. 

She came from America though half Japanese with tanned skin, she was still looked down, he helped her and she helped him. They lost contact with each other after they graduated high school and happened to stumble on one another a few months back. 

She was a model, one of the top models in Japan, she had grown into a beautiful woman despite the traditions heavily embedded in Japan, she prospered. 

He had fallen for her at first sight. She was smart, affluent, and still had that sharp tongue he remembered from high school. After a few they met for a few drinks, privately, and after the interviews she participated in about her connections with the Goda family.

Ryuji knew that he needed to make her his and he did.

A high school friend to lover, none of his men knew that he was fucking the top foreign model in Japan and it thrilled him. She was his now and he wasn’t going to let go of her.

As she clung to him he backed them into the lone desk in the room, he lifted her slightly enough to have her sit on top of the flat surface. 

“It’s been too long Aki...You look fuckin’ amazing,” Ryuji growled as he loosened his belt and pants. “Once this is over, I’m fuckin’ makin’ ya mine, I give no fucks of what these fuckers say,”

“You’re still serious…” Akira trailed off.

“Of course,” Ryuji replied as he tenderly caressed her cheek. 

“R-ryuji--” Akira began.

“Shut up, I said what I said,” Ryuji growled.

He gently ran his finger tips over her lips, down the column of her neck, across her collarbone. A soft gasp slipped past her lips as he kneaded her breasts before he continued down her taut abdomen and finally dipped between the sopping wet folds of her sex. Ryuji growled deeply in his chest as her head rolled back, her mouth open in a silent moan, an abrupt gasp shot from between her lips, she stifled a cry by biting on her bottom lip.

He was the Dragon of Kansai, a king, he had the power, the reach and lowered himself to none. He had patience for those who deserved it, he had control, he had everything he could want and yet when it came to her none of that mattered. He lowered himself in front of her, between her legs spreading them apart as he feasted on her thighs, her essence, her dripping sex.

They knew tonight they wouldn’t be able to take their time with one another, they wouldn’t be able to take things slow, he wouldn’t he couldn’t spend the time working her open for him, making her scream his name, they couldn’t spend the night with each other and settled for this night, this moment. She was sprawled across her desk, a panting mess before he took her. He was normally slow, methodical when it came to her but time didn’t allow them the slow love making they enjoyed. 

“R-Ryuji!” Akira gasped and gripped his shoulder as he quickly thrusted into her. 

“Yer so fucking tight for me…no matter how much I fuck you,” Ryuji groaned deeply as he fully sheathed himself in her. His larger frame engulfed her smaller one as he buried his face in the crook of her neck biting her neck leaving another mark.

A hiss came from her lips and an abrupt gasp as he pulled his hips back to slam forward into her tight heat.

“Ryuji!” Akira cried out.

“I know, I know sweetheart...I’ll make it up to ya,” Ryuji murmured and straightened himself and shrugged off his overcoat and loosened his tie tossing it across the room.

His hands were on her hips, bruising grip as he thrust into her, each thrust fast, and powerful that rocked her to her core. Akira arched her back off the desk as she held onto the edges of the desk to keep herself from shifting away from the man despite knowing that her hips would be bruised by tomorrow morning from the man’s strength.

Ryuji snarled as she moaned his name over and over again, praying to him as if he was a god, though clothed he could still feel her nails digging into his skin as he savagely fucked her not giving a damn of who would find them.

Who would stop them?

There was something more carnal about tonight as the thought of love making was the furthest thing from his mind, he was too far gone for gentle love making. Was it her perfume? The skin tight mini skirt and crop top? The way the sheen of sweat on her body? The way she bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself from being too loud? The way her skin glowed in the pink and orange neon lights.

“Fuck,” Ryuji cursed as he could feel her walls pulsing around his cock and he could feel his own body betraying him and pushed him closer and closer to his end. He moaned out her name over and over and over again and she moaned his name as if she was in a trance , with every thrust as he found his chest pressed against her own, rutting into her with instinctual need.  

Deeper, harder, faster, short shallow thrusts, and she was coming undone below him. Her back arched off the desk as her mouth opened in a silent orgasm the intensity of her orgasm pushed him over the edge, his body trembling as he leaned down and frantically kissed her in an attempt to stifle his own loud moan.  

His hips stilled against hers, their lips swollen but he didn’t give a damn, she clung to him as she rode out her orgasm, milking him for every drop that he would willingly gave her. Pulse after pulse his seed painted her walls and when the rush of their orgasm settled, Ryuji hesitantly pulled from her.

“I didn’t hurt ya did I?” Ryuji mumbled as one of his large hands caressed her cheek and brushed pieces of her hair from her face.

“You left a lot of marks…” Akira panted.

“Had to let them know yer taken. I’ve seen the way the fuck boys fawn over ya,”   Ryuji replied lowly as he extended a hand for her to take. He gently pulled her from the desk before he stuffed himself back into his trousers, he watched as his seed dripped down between her thighs.

“ ‘sides…” Ryuji began deeply. “ You got all that makeup to cover them up,” Ryuji commented.

“You’re leaving tonight?” Akira asked as she adjusted her clothing and smoothed her hair.

“Yeah...for a little bit, be back tomorrow night,” Ryuji said quietly as he grabbed his coat that he had tossed on the sofa.

There was a brief silence in the room, between the two. Ryuji slipped on his overcoat and when he felt his arms wrap around his abdomen.

“Be careful...please,” Akira whispered as she gently squeezed. He sighed deeply before he turned around and pulled her into his embrace.

“Ya worry too much,” Ryuji murmured as his large hand caressed her cheek.

“How can I not?” Akira replied as she pushed her cheek further into his hand. “I love--” 

Ryuji leaned down taking her lips in a heated kiss and hesitantly broke the kiss, his lips hovering above hers momentarily.

“...why...” Akira whispered

“Tell me that when we’re not in a fuckin club...tell me when it’s jus’ us,”

“I will…” 

“Good, cause I’ll be waiting,” Ryuji pressed his lips against hers once more. He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek before he exited the office quietly closing the door behind him.