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A loud knock came from the door downstairs. Without bothering to change out of her night clothes, (y/n) rushed out from the bed, down the stairs, to the hallway to open the door up to her beloved partner. Samatoki was bleeding heavily. As (y/n) treated his injuries, she questioned what had happened during Samatoki's job as yakuza today. He replied to her, informing her of his daily duties. Though It was a huge factor of what his job entailed, it always hurt to hear her partner mention murder or mention getting wounded.
"Oh, Samatoki-sama..." (y/n) uttered quietly.
Samatoki took a long drag of his cigarette. He grunted.
"What?" His tone was slightly harsh.
"It's nothing..." (y/n) pouted. She was concerned for Samatoki. However, she didn't want to make it sound like she was implying he was weak. He certainly wasn't weak in any way.
"Hey, (y/n), I'll screw you tonight and you don't have to be concerned, yeah?" Samatoki cheekily offered, bringing his body closer to (y/n).
"B-but!" (y/n) flustered, flailing her hands in front of Samatoki out of shock at the sudden offer. Almost all concern about Samatoki's dangerous job slipped out of (y/n)'s mind. He had strange ways of calming her down that always somehow worked. It was one of his important charms, (y/n) detailed to herself.
"You're not allowed to object, (y/n)." Samatoki's lustful words slipped into (y/n)'s ear.
"Yes, sir..."
Not too surprisingly, (y/n) soon found herself being screwed by the white haired man. Coming back into reality, she realised this was their third round. They did this round in missionary position. Prior rounds had been reverse cowgirl plus the classic doggy style. She was yet to orgasm from the rounds which was pissing Samatoki off. Sometimes she could tease him too well with her hard-to-get orgasms. Samatoki thrust his legs harsh as he could, motioning in a symphonious pace with (y/n). Small tears were appearing in her eyes. This was starting to get slightly painful. She slowed her own thrusting.
"Why?!" Samatoki yelled at her.
"...It hurts." (y/n) admitted.
Samatoki stopped for a moment. After giving (y/n) a small break, he started thrusting slower.
"...Sorry." He said quietly. Almost too quiet to hear.
"Hm?"
"Shut the fuck up! (y/n), you heard me!" Samatoki's face went red from embarrassment. (y/n) was good at getting Samatoki to blush.
Samatoki thrust at a slightly faster pace. Finally, he got a good pace. (y/n)'s pussy started squelching . She started squirting on Samatoki's body.
"Good girl."