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SWEET PEA
Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, breeding, a bit of fluff, reader gets a bit insecure, hybrid au, reader is a bunny hybrid + has some bunny features, heat cycles mentioned, creampie, rough sex, and pet names used. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by bby grey @bunnyjiros 💕 thank you as always luv and i hope you like it! 🥺
Synopsis: Manjiro sometimes wishes you wouldn't shy away from expressing your desires.
WC: 1.3k
“She’s turning two this year and it won’t be long before she welcomes a new sibling.”
Beaming smiles were worn by every woman sitting around the table that morning. Brunch was decided on and frankly, you wished you didn’t eat so much. You remember every fleeting glance and inquisitive question sent each other's way. It was supposed to be a get-together with old friends from high school whom you haven’t kept in touch with since graduation due to the duties and tight schedules brought by adult life. But the second you showed up, they were not alone. Everyone gushed about their children and babies that you were sure your floppy ears hurt hearing the same thing. Unlike your fellow hybrid friends, the joys of motherhood were foreign to you. Knowing nothing about labor pains or the hardships of taking care of a newborn, you fell listen as they conversed about it. The sandwich you chewed and swallowed made your stomach hurt slightly while you sat there motionless.
Becoming a parent wasn’t a dream of yours. Heck, you only wanted to survive and graduate from university. The next step after that was to get a job and become stable. The same was true for your friends so it surprised you to see them all building a family of their own. So much can occur and change in five years that it terrifies you. However, the image of having a little one in the future slowly bloomed into your picture of perfection when Sano Manjiro entered your life. While they had their families and other mundane occurrences in their lives, you had your husband, Mikey, who was Bonten’s undefeated leader. The joy of introducing him to your friends waned with each passing moment as they spoke, afraid of their judgemental stares and possible crass comments. What was even worse…
The green-horned monster was rearing its ugly face toward them, eyeing each of their material possessions and the people they hold dear.
“Babe? You doin’ alright?”
Yet, what overpowered that unpleasant state of envy was sheer melancholy. To have and give your lover a child has been one of your plans ever since you tied the knot with Manjiro. There was this unexplained desire to see the most powerful man in Tokyo dote on a small human being and hold them in such gentle ways akin to touching a precious gem. Yet, above that desire was another one—to see your husband smile. However, what was stopping you from discontinuing your birth control and just asking Manjiro to put a baby inside you was his lack of voicing his wishes to have one. That alone was enough to have you sitting there in silence, unable to tear away your gaze from the mirror until your husband had to speak up about his concern.
“Manji, can I ask you something?”
The rest of the jewelry you put on for that gathering was all safely placed inside the velvet box that was filled with other accessories gifted by your husband standing a few feet behind you. You locked eyes with his onyx ones that were normally listless around others. His brow raised, a sign for you to shoot your question away. Clearing your throat, you braced yourself for his response while structuring the inquiry.
“Um, I’ve been thinking… Well, first off, today’s brunch was excellent and I had fun. Second, my friends were discussing things like their babies and children. They were all so cute, Manji! I couldn’t help but gush about them once I saw photos of their chubby cheeks and small hands.” You didn’t realize it, but Manjiro noticed you were now rambling. It didn’t have to take him too long to know that you were nervous, especially with how your floppy ears were stiff due to anxiety. Instead of pointing it out, he opted to let you finish and get to the point with a small curl on his lips. “Don’t you think babies are so tiny and cute? I bet my babies will be cuter than theirs though. I mean, they will be since they’re a combination of you and me. Wouldn’t you agree, Manji?”
“So, you want a baby?” Manjiro, in all his stoic glory, cracked a smile at what you were obviously hinting at from the start. He confirmed he hit the truth once you froze in your seat, eyes slightly widened. He bet that your cheeks were as hot as a summer day, hoping for them to be cooled down by his calloused fingertips. Abashedly, you nodded your head in agreement. There was no use lying to Manjiro. He always seems to have a way of finding out the truth at the end of the day. Plus, beating around the bush with this topic would not satiate your mind seeking for answers on whether he shared the same wish or not. As a response to your harmless query, your husband silently diminished the distance between you two. Your eyes followed his every move from the way his hands sought after your face to the moment he lowered his head to plant a kiss on your lips. Parting from you for a second, he whispered, “If you want it so badly, I’m more than willing to start now. We can do it every day until your heat comes to be extra sure. What do ‘ya say?”
“Well… I don’t want to do this without your consent first and asking if you want a kid—”
Manjiro acted swiftly than your doubts. He knew you like the back of his hand. If anything, he would rather keep you happy than ever witness you fighting back your emotions while staring at a blurry sky. He ignored your slightly panicked expression and kept a straight face on while lifting you from your seat.
Of course, anything you wanted shall be yours.
Your bare back hit the mattress, rubbing against the material as he ground himself against your aching core. His mouth heatedly kissed yours. His adept tongue explored and relished your taste. You were silenced by his loving onslaught of affections, mind rendered silent as you received his gentle but arousing touches. Your floppy ears twitched when he nipped your neck which was accompanied by your mewls at the ticklish yet hot sensation. Manjiro hoped to leave his mark on the supple flesh. He wasn’t going to admit it aloud right now, but when he heard you wanted a child—his child, never has he experienced such bliss that clouded his mind to the point all he could think of was your stomach round with his offspring and the thought of stuffing you full of his fertile cum.
“Baby! Ah, please. Please… Please fuck a baby in me. Wanna have your babies!”
Manjiro was out of control. He cared less and less if his hands left imprints on your hips, wrists, thighs, or any other part of your body as he thrust his cock into your sopping wet cunt. A thick white ring formed around his girthy length that, too, coated his balls that were slapping your ass each time. Even your sensitive floppy ears fell victim to his rough treatment, being held up tightly as he pounded your pussy away. You, on the other hand, screamed for more. Your husband may not be a hybrid like you, however, he was on par with a beast in its rutting season. Every thrust had you begging for more, hoping for him to fill your cunt up until his balls could no longer produce any semen. And that was exactly what you and he wanted—to go at it like animals.
To breed and be bred.
“Fuck, babe…” Manjiro grunted as he climaxed for the fourth time tonight. A hiss escaped his lips at the sight of your abused pussy creamed, dripping as you sobbed into the mattress. Your mind was long gone from its rational state, drunk off on euphoria. Fixing your hair and floppy ears, your husband leaned down to lick on your nape before biting the spot. You were too weak to do anything or even react, just laying there in all your vulnerable form. “Ready to be a mommy? You better be ready to keep this up.
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LILY OF THE VALLEY
Character/s: snow leopard hybrid!Rindou Haitani
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, dark content, canon typical violence, blood, murder, dub-con, marking, mentions of mating, hybrid au, kidnapping, yandere!rindou, dom!rindou, sub!reader, cockdrunk reader, implied multiple rounds, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, breeding, blackmailing/threats, pet play, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by @httn 💜 thank you love for trusting me with this! i hope you like it 🫶
Synopsis: Only fools come out to play with a feral cat.
WC: 6.1k
Crimson specks marred the freshly fallen snow akin to wine spilled all over a white linen cloth. The bullet wound on his thigh was slowing him down. Nevertheless, Rindou trudged up the small hill to reach the other side of the forest hoping he would escape his pursuers that were looking through his busted car for any signs of life. With his teeth gritted, the lost man was sure he might die today. After getting separated from Ran and the others, a car chase occurred as he fled from the warehouse when a bomb about to blow up the building was shouted out. In all his years of doing the same song and dance, one could say Rindou got used to the chaos that has intertwined into his life since the day he was born with the need to experience thrills.
But, fuck, he could never get used to getting shot or bleeding out. The first time hurt like a bitch and the second time it happened made him want to pass out. It was more irritating to face than shoot those who dare touch his tail. Now, Haitani Rindou was sure he will die. Whatever plan those bastards cooked up that would confirm his demise, he had to give them props because they might succeed. Car dead, his phone without any signal, the temperature dropping fast, and a forest that may span a thousand hectares was just the starter pack he needed to die in these woods.
Rindou can’t die here. It would just be pathetic. So pathetic that they might make jokes out of it. His death would only make people say he deserved it or it is the consequence of having an unpleasant lifestyle. And honestly, fuck them. He has to live. He has to get out of here and seek shelter before the frost bites his fingers, ears, and toes off. What would his enemies think? What would Bonten do? What would Ran do?
What should he do?
A million thoughts raced through his mind as his knees finally gave away. His eyes fluttered close for a moment, inhaling the cold air sharply that he was quite sure it could cut his nostrils like blades made out of ice. A trail of blood followed him from where he started all the way to the top of the hill. In contrast to the icy atmosphere around him, his lungs burned. During these times, delusions would enter his mind to distract him from the impending doom that was looming above his head. Death was now breathing down his neck as if they were old friends. Its voice called out to him through the chilly breeze that brushed past him and the strong trees that appeared like shadows of those whom he wronged and killed to survive. If he had to guess what hell looked like, this was possibly the closest description minus the flames. Why would such a cold environment bother him in such a way? This has never happened before. He could think of countless reasons why a hybrid such as he who was meant to thrive in such an environment was slowing down.
Ah, that’s right… He never had to be out much to do his dirty deeds. It was always his underlings. Pawns who would readily obey him for various goals. He and Ran, without fail, get away from taxing jobs. After all, meaningless fights never appeased their appetite for violence. Something always had to interest the brothers for them to act. Looking back on those memories of merely partying and finding someone to toy with, Rindou couldn’t help but exhale deeply. His lips were chapped due to the lack of moisture in the air.
If my life is flashing before my eyes, perhaps I am indeed dying…
And yet, amidst the snow and harsh winds, a merciful angel came into view. Rindou thought he was already a goner for his eyes to conjure such a beautiful sight. Vivid colors murked into a blur as his vision steadily failed him due to exhaustion finally catching up to him. However, the second that angel spoke, voice soothing despite the panicked tone evident in it, he realized this was reality.
“Sir? Oh my god, w-wait. I need to call an ambulance—”
“N…o.” It took all of his strength to move his lips and tongue. The woman before him met his dazed stare, shifting her attention between Rindou and something behind her. “No am…bulance…”
“W-what? Why? No, you need immediate attention…”
Haitani Rindou, one of the infamous criminals Bonten has in their arsenal and the fearsome younger brother of Ran was still vulnerable to things that exude innocence. Perhaps it was just in his nature to be drawn toward something he can never be and so he tried to push away the person who came out on a snowy night to help him. This earned him a surprised expression and more questions he couldn't answer. Rindou’s efforts were in vain as his eyelids finally shut, and the last of his energy left him unconscious in the hands of a stranger.
I’m sorry, Ran…
There was a sea of trees you had to drive by to reach your parents’ house. The road was slippery due to the snow but you had to go after promising to drive carefully. After a hearty dinner and entertaining their inquiries about whether you will get married or not, you were set on heading back to your apartment. Tomorrow is Monday and you had to wake up early for your nine-to-five job at the cafe your cousin owned. Normally, your schedule ranged from mundane to the occasional unexpected events that usually revolved around your job or your parents. Yet they were never anything spontaneous or something that will make the hairs on the back of your hair stand until you had to rescue this man now sleeping on a makeshift bed in a veterinarian’s clinic.
Ignorance could sometimes save a person’s life. The second you saw the hanafuda tattoo on his neck, you knew the shit you were about to get into could get messy. Never had you ever thought of bringing an infamous person, let alone one of Bonten’s henchmen, into your home. The veterinarian you called for help swore his secrecy after he commended you for doing first aid, but commented that men like him shouldn’t be saved. Yet, your conscience wouldn’t let you sleep soundly at night if you left him there on a cold winter’s night to bleed to death or get feasted on by bears.
“Are you… his girlfriend or somethin’?”
“No, I’m not,” you responded while cleaning up the bloody clothing and gauze after Rindou’s wound was stitched up. “However, as a human being, I couldn’t just leave him there. I’m… not capable of such cruelty.” The man shifted his attention back to the dangerous person fast asleep and then squinted hard as if his patient was just pretending. Grunting, the veterinarian gathered the last of his tools into his bag and made his way to the door, but not before leaving you some sound advice.
“Be careful because this choice you made might just bite you back. I’ll be back as soon as possible when I find a doctor in the area. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this secret doesn’t reach the authorities.”
Thinking back to what happened earlier, you were sure your blood ran cold at the sight of a broken car by the road. Initially, you thought the vehicle broke down and that the owner must be somewhere nearby since it would take around twenty minutes to get to the nearest town. Unless they had to hitch a ride because it was freezing and decided to leave the car. But the second you saw what seemed to be bullet holes in its body, uneasiness coated your nerves like thick molasses. The dread of finding a dead body doubled upon seeing blood on the snow, leading up to where you found the dying unknown man.
Damn it all. He wouldn’t harm someone who rescued him, right?
No, scratch that, this man wasn’t a stranger to you. You were the stranger—not him. Everybody who worked in Tokyo and heard the news was all aware of Bonten, the most dangerous gang in the country to date, enough to rival the yakuza. Those hanafuda tattoos they branded on their flesh bear the symbol of their loyalty to the man who founded the group, Sano Manjiro. The Haitani brothers were as famous all by themselves. It didn’t have to take you long to know everything they committed under the sun or the veil of night. Rumors of the brothers and Bonten always circulate on the internet. In short, they were individuals you had to avoid to live long.
Eyes glancing at your phone sitting by the couch, you debated whether to call the cops and turn him in. Maybe getting Rindou off your hands will be the first step to having your normal life back… Or will just cement the death sentence he shall bestow upon your unfortunate soul once he recovers.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” you groaned into your hands. Sleep was out of the question. You had to monitor Haitani Rindou for two obvious reasons—one because he might wake up and two because he might silence you the second he does. Gruesome pictures of your death flashed on the television screen ran across your imaginative mind and honestly, you were scaring yourself. Clearly, you didn’t think this through. But, what’s done is done. There was no way you could throw him out now. “Let’s… just make sure he’s fine enough to walk out of here on his own. Y-yeah…”
Exhaling a defeated sigh, you sat down on the floor and stared at Rindou’s unconscious form. For a man as big and bad as him, you bet he would snore loudly. Yet, he looked almost like a corpse—unmoving and quite fragile. The biggest shirt you had at your disposal appeared tiny in his huge frame. The veterinarian even gave up on giving him something to wear on the lower part, muttering how he shouldn’t even be bothered to clothe the criminal. The thought of Rindou being naked down there was slightly distracting, making your eyes wander down from the hanafuda tattoo on his neck to the intricate design on his torso until you slapped your cheeks to make you stop eyeing the muscular hybrid.
What the—don’t do this to yourself. He is a criminal, for fuck’s sake!
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages. There was only one from your mother, checking up on whether you arrived home. A humorless laugh escaped your lips as you lied to her. Besides, she will definitely panic if she knew you were looking after a criminal in a vet’s clinic. You hoped to distract your mind from spiraling into endless regret by watching adorable videos of dogs. A good turn deserves another… You just wished Haitani Rindou was a person who would reward good deeds.
The morning was rough on you. With a stretch or two, you cursed your aching back while you proceeded to order breakfast for three. Your cousin was kind enough to give you a day off after phoning in with a fake cold. The minute you finished offering him apologetic words after lying through your teeth, you then grabbed the takeout and sped off to the clinic Rindou was moved to. Caffeine and sweets were the things keeping you sane save for the veterinarian and a doctor, whom he roped into the situation, present in the room. Dr. Hinohara was silently observing Rindou’s body while giving a blood transfusion to the still-sleeping hybrid. Compared to last night, the younger Haitani looked slightly better. He still appeared like he crawled out of hell and survived, though.
“I guess we don’t have to bring this man to the hospital,” the doctor spoke after some time. “There doesn’t seem to be a bullet stuck to his thigh. He did lose a lot of blood. I’ll just make sure to monitor him in case he needs more blood transfusions and if there could be any infections on the wound. If he does turn for the worst, I will have to bring him to the hospital—”
You were quick to object, leaving your cup of coffee to stand up. “H-he told me he shouldn’t go to a hospital. I’ll pay you, Sir. I’ll make sure to pay you for treating him. J-just don’t bring him there. Please…”
Dr. Hinohara sighed at your statement, sharing a glance with the veterinarian. Just as you were ready to shoot down their suggestions of you putting an end to your good samaritan role, the doctor then nodded solemnly in resignation. Appeased, you backed away before sitting yourself down once again. Seeing that there wasn’t anything left for him to do, the veterinarian excused himself and left the establishment. A few minutes later, Dr. Hinohara did the same to attend to his outpatients. It wasn’t until lunchtime when he came back that you decided to head back home to catch some sleep after a long warm bath. To be in a room alone with Haitani Rindou, awake or not, was making you anxious. Your eyes were often fluttering close, trying to stay conscious and alert in the presence of an infamous gang member. To let your guard down would be serenading death.
“You can come back tomorrow afternoon,” Dr. Hinohara said with a gentle smile upon seeing you out. “I don’t think Mr. Haitani would wake up today anyways. Go home and get some rest. I’ll call you if anything changes about his current condition.”
“Thank you, Dr. Hinohara.”
If you knew that the day you saved Haitani Rindou would be the last time you could ever experience a normal life, perhaps the future wouldn’t turn out like this—with you almost sticking to a corner whereas Rindou glared at your quivering form. Dr. Hinohara was nowhere to be found on the second floor and your mind concocted various scenarios at the sight of the trashed room. How could the man be up and ready to threaten you with his sharp claws when he was just barely conscious days ago? You even recall Dr. Hinohara remarking about Rindou being too weak to open his eyelids. So just how?
Irises sharp as his claws remained on you, hues of ultra violet hoping to unmask your intentions by staring right into your soul. Behind his predatory gaze were promises filled with violence and a whole world of pain if you so much as make a single move that he will deem a crime towards him.
Haitani Rindou was not a man to be trifled with.
“You… Didn’t I tell you not to bring me to a hospital?” he questioned in a demanding tone, taking a step closer to you which prompted your weak legs to fall back. This is the very thing you hoped to avoid. Maybe if you were given the foresight that Haitai Rindou would recuperate enough to stand today, you would have come prepared to negotiate. Negotiate with him not to kill you and to leave you alone because you did what he asked. However, he didn’t seem happy at the idea of recovering in a clinic, afraid his location would be alerted to the police. “What’s the matter? Suddenly can’t use that tongue of yours? From what I remember you weren’t mute—”
“This isn’t a hospital. Y-you’re in a clinic, can’t you see?”
The hand you used to gesture at the area shuddered upon seeing him move. Rindou was obviously confused as he surveyed the room, unsure whether to take your word or not. You couldn't blame him, though. Blood rolling down his thigh akin to raindrops on a glass window captured your attention, taking away the assertive statements off of your lips. Your fear for him was outweighed by your concern for his wound that might have reopened due to his carelessness.
Rindou was quick to create distance between you two. Your eagerness was mistaken as an act to lunge and subdue him which was something you couldn't do. He realized this the moment he winced in pain, hand applying pressure on his bleeding thigh. You clicked your tongue and hurriedly helped him back onto his bed. His hostility towards you disappeared with each pang of pain that erupted around his injury. Of course, he just had to be slowed down by this and for you, this was a blessing in disguise.
“Stay here, okay? I’ll go see if Dr. Hinohara has returned.”
Any deity above must have heard your silent prayer for the doctor announced himself inside Rindou’s room, eyes wide at the condition of his patient and the messy room. Minutes passed, and the hybrid was now waiting for the pain to subside once his wound was attended to. Lips in a tight line, you sat by the side, waiting for the doctor to say something—anything that will get rid of the awkward air that settled in the room. Instead of something positive, Dr. Hinohara approached you with a dejected expression that caused your heart to momentarily stop beating. His next words almost had you wishing you were sitting down due to the implications of it.
“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t do this since I am a practitioner of medicine and should have empathy for my patients no matter who they are… But I can’t have Mr. Haitani stay here any longer. You must understand. My other patients have caught a whiff of his presence here and are too scared to come over. I-it’s bad for me.” Dr. Hinohara then added to soften the blow, “If he stays over at your place, I-I promise to visit and check on him from time to time. Although, I doubt I could do much since he’s close to full recovery.”
Bullshit.
It was utter bullshit. There was no way his other patients knew about Rindou being treated in the clinic. Based on the days you visited the hybrid when he was still unconscious, everyone who visited the doctor didn’t display any signs of uneasiness. Yet, you couldn’t do anything to appeal for Rindou anymore since the doctor was more than eager to kick him out. For all you know, the hybrid trashing the room was his last straw.
Exhaling a heavy sigh, you turned the stove off and poured the hot soup into two bowls. The Bonten executive sat on the living room couch, watching a daytime show. He was unbothered by the small space of your apartment, thankfully. Rindou barely fussed upon arriving, probably because he did not have any other choice. Even with his infamous reputation, throwing him out was inhumane.
You wanted to help him, but it has been years since you took care of someone sick or injured. Plus, your mother’s temperament was far different from Rindou's.
“You okay with miso soup?”
Rindou merely grunted in response, avoiding your gaze while he took his bowl from you. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his moodiness, you took the seat across from him prior to drinking the soup you made. For the hybrid to keep sulking like this, you figured it was because his wound hasn't fully healed, and limped every time he walked. Men like Rindou hated weakness. To display his vulnerability to you like this must be torture to the mighty snow leopard hybrid—someone who isn't used to being on the other side of the spectrum.
Yet, he never dismissed your acts of assistance. No matter how much you teased him in an attempt to lighten the mood or receive his narrowed gaze, Haitani Rindou never made a move to hurt you during his stay here. Or at least that is what he's trying to do—to lure you into a sense of comfort before he strikes like an apex predator. Nevertheless, you continued to meet his needs.
“You okay?” you asked him when his spoon fell to the floor. Your legs were up and running to get a towel once you saw what happened. He dropped his spoonful of miso soup on his bandages because his limpid eyes couldn’t be torn from the show he claimed was too boring. “Mr. Haitani, you shouldn't pay attention elsewhere while eating.”
“Can’t help it,” he answered with a scoff. A ghost of a laugh slipped past your mouth at the thought of him acting almost like he was a big cat distracted by the pretty colors that led to this situation. Shaking your head, you wiped off the droplets of miso soup from his thigh. After you tossed the towel to the side, you stood up straight and placed your hands on your thighs. Rindou’s tail went stiff at your stare which was accompanied by a smile. “What?”
“Are you… enjoying the show? I thought you found it boring?” The giggle that followed your inquiry did not go unnoticed by the hybrid. The tips of his ears turning red were proof of that. Hearing no reply, you continued to tease him. Your hands are busy fixing up the couch before taking your bowl once more. “I mean, it’s alright to admit you like these soap operas. My mom enjoys them too, you know. Well, not enough to be—”
“I wasn't distracted,” he huffed and averted his gaze at your silly smile. “I was just… surprised.” Rindou never elaborated further on whatever stunned him. You merely shrugged and slurped your soup, content with sitting next to him on a Thursday morning. This has been your life lately—taking care of breakfast and Rindou in the morning, going to work afterward, and then coming back during lunchtime. Despite the reasons you came up with, your cousin never questioned you as to why you requested to come in later than your usual hour. He did, however, tasked you to stay until closing time. A small price to pay. After all, this isn't going to be the norm forever. Rindou will have to go back home and disappear from your life as soon as his wound heal.
Somehow, the reality had sorrow creeping up your heart. Rindou staying in the apartment and seeing him every day made you think he has always been there. His sulky expression softens up whenever his guard is down. He wasn't even aware the corner of his lips was curling up once. The way he dismisses you the second he realized he was showing happiness was cute in its own way. You were used to stifling your laughter at his displeased face that did not match well with his tail swishing side to side. His silhouette blended into your little space, making himself at home. And unbeknownst to you, Rindou felt the same way.
“Don’t act like such a big baby. It’s good for you!” You pushed the plate of rice with natto on top. His irked expression eased down while he took his chopsticks. The smell of the fermented soybeans did not sit well with his nose as he ate to appease you. Yet, he willingly ate, especially with you grinning in front of him. “There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Can’t believe a gangster like you dislikes natto.”
Innocent things like you were bad for his health. You were poison to his system—having him think of stuff he never gave a second thought on. Rindou lost count of how many ideas of him whisking you away where no one else can see you crossed his mind. Everything about you exuded a normal and peaceful life—a luxury for him who couldn’t afford it anymore. He should’ve turned you away and let himself die that night because now he didn’t want to leave. His wound was almost closed up and he didn’t have to limp around or ask for your help whenever he bathed. Rindou has grown far too fond of you to merely go back and forget about your kindness. For your sake, he held himself back and enjoyed you doting on him despite the numerous teasing you’ve thrown his way. Pretty but lethal flowers were only meant to be admired from a safe distance. Preferring to keep his claws hidden and the space between you wide, Haitani Rindou liked it this way.
Until he didn’t—until he got greedy.
Dr. Hinohara just had to burst the bubble Rindou protectively held with a single statement that the hybrid was free to go. You couldn’t describe the emotion that swirled within you, ignorant to the deathly stare Rindou gave the doctor. Dr. Hinohara swallowed thickly at the heat of his gaze, slowly taking a step back in case the hybrid decided to kill him on the spot. The younger Haitani wished he could turn back time and stop the old bastard from revealing his secret. Despite sabotaging the stitches for so long to keep it from healing too fast, Rindou’s game was up. And yet, not all of his cards were played.
His trump card has yet to fall onto the table.
Ran came over to your apartment the second Rindou rang him up after a month of no contact. The reunion happened under the stillness of the night where not a soul could be found on the streets. The chloroform his older brother brought was put to use to make sure you wouldn't scream or do any trouble as he placed you in Ran’s car. Rindou then discarded the baton hidden at the back of the trunk, already cleaned off of Dr. Hinohara’s blood, into the nearest waste bin before letting Ran drive down the road heading south.
The moment you woke up from what you thought was a terrible nightmare, you were chained to a bedpost in an unfamiliar room in someone else’s bed. The collar on your neck was a bit tight and the chain attached to it wasn't long enough for you to reach the door. A little bell was hanging on the collar and it jingled with every movement you made. You thanked your lucky stars that you were still fully clothed but that feeling of relief waned away too fast. Your head pounded while your eyes frantically searched for signs of where you are. Rindou entered the room with a tray of food. His eyes slightly went wide at the discovery of you greeting the conscious world then his lips broke out into a grin.
“I see you’re awake.”
“R-Rindou? W-what… Where am I? What’s going on?”
Your inquiries fell from your mouth like the teardrops on your cheeks at the realization. Rindou hushed you multiple times while he set your meal down on the nightstand but you never took heed, fearing for your life. It wasn't until he took out his phone to show you a picture of your parent’s house that your tongue felt like it was made out of metal. Your hands balled up into fists at the image.
“Don’t hurt them. P-please…”
“Looks like you're smart enough to guess what I’m implying here, huh?” Rindou chuckles at your horrified tear stricken face. “I guess calling you a big baby right now won’t be satisfying.” Hand underneath his chin, the hybrid let out a contented sigh. “I knew I was right. Other girls I’ve met before weren't as intelligent as you. Saves me from explaining what will happen to your family if you try to escape.”
“What do you want from me?” you demanded, nerves and voice shaky. His irises shone brighter than amethysts as he observed you on his bed. After a month of nursing him back to health, Rindou was intent on returning the favor—just without outside interference, of course. There was no way your parents would allow him to date you and to see you with a faceless nobody would be the icing on top of his cake meant to insult him. He can't have that. “Rindou, what do you want? I-I’ll do anything! Just please leave me and my parents alone. If you want an apology for all those days I’ve teased you or said something wrong, I’m w-will to do so!”
“Nothin’ much, angel. I’ve passed the need for anything.” He then pulled you up by the collar of your shirt. Leaning down to whisper into your ear, Rindou’s lips curled up. “I’ve already got you.” The second he spoke those words, a shiver ran down your spine. Not giving you any time to collect your thoughts or to wipe the tears from your cheeks, the Bonten executive took a step back and gestured at your clothes. “Strip.”
Hands trembling, you did as he said. More tears exited from your glossy eyes which Rindou couldn't wait to lick away. As soon as you got rid of your pajamas, you covered your exposed stomach and breasts until he clicked his tongue. You winced at the sound of it.
“All of it, angel.”
You heaved a deep breath. Your panties slid down your legs agonizingly slow. The rest of your body burned in shame under his piercing gaze. It was as if Rindou would be struck by lightning if he dared to look away from your gorgeous form. You steeled yourself once he took away your clothes.
“Go and eat your meal. I’ll be back.”
Rindou shut the door behind him. You couldn't stop crying even while you ate the meal he prepared. It was hard to know where you were as the window was bolted shut and barely let natural light in. Your heart beats wildly inside your chest whereas you stiffened at the sight of him returning. His violet irises landed on the empty plate before nodding approvingly.
“Good. I’m going to give you a drink now.” He took off the chain from the bedpost and pulled it for you to follow him. But not before commanding you to do it on all fours. His sharp canines peeked out when he smiled at your obedience. The fear strumming its chaotic cords to have you obeying the hybrid. “That’s it, angel. Make sure not to bump into anything on the way to the kitchen.”
Even with Rindou as your sole audience, your soul was close to dying out of shame. Your pussy folds were out in the open, clit throbbing uncontrollably for the wrong reasons as you followed him from behind. It didn't take you long to figure out this was Rindou’s house—or his temporary home. You were too busy making sure you were keeping up with his huge steps and not falling behind to scan your surroundings. The hybrid then paused and turned to you. His hand gestured to a bowl made for a pet sitting on the floor. It was filled up with what seemed to be milk.
“Go on. Drink it all up, angel.”
Cheeks burning, you hesitated for a second. It was when he walked behind you that the panic kicked in again and you unwillingly bent down. Your tongue was stuck out, ready to lick up the milk to appease Rindou, deaf to the sound of unzipping. The palm of his hand was cold against your cunt, causing you to yelp. His free hand was quick to keep your head from turning around to see him.
What the fuck is happening?
“You’re not the only one who’s thirsty… Shit, you’re wet?” He was more amused than disgusted at his findings. This was fucked up. There was no way you were turned on despite what occurred. Maybe you were sick in the head all this time and Rindou’s actions just brought this to light? You would never know as your mind started to grow hazy due to the pleasure of him rubbing his palm across your slit. You were no virgin but it has been a long time since you’ve done it. Perhaps that was the reason why?
Why does it feel like that’s a lie?
Retracting his claws, he plunged two of his fingers into your warm pussy that parted easily for him. Front teeth digging into your lower lip, you kept back the moan bubbling up your throat while Rindou rubbed his fingers against your tight walls. Slick coated his hand which made it easier for him to feel around your gummy walls. His pleased groans were too much for your ears, his hard length brushing on your ass. His tail swished around before curling around your leg. Your hands keeping you upright were trembling as the onslaught of bliss was increasing, gaze glossy.
“Fuck, this pussy is so tight… Are you going to let me fuck you, angel? Huh? Does my pet deserve this dick?” he questioned with mirth in his tone. Another finger was added, widening your hole. You couldn’t help the whine leaving your lips, eyes shut as you fought back more from coming out. Rindou held you by the waist when your legs gave out, cooing into your ear. The hybrid brought up his hand coated with your juices, inhaling it then tasted your slick. “It’s that good? I’ve waited so long. Held back and let you have your way. You’ll let me have you, mhm? Been good, angel. The least you can do is return the favor…” A silent gasp was what Rindou earned when he tapped the head of his cock against your pussy folds, rubbing his length on the damp flesh. Slowly, he entered you.
“A-are you gonna—ah!” You were sure he was going to tear you apart. It stung as the girth of his cock stroked your tight muscles, molding its shape there. Rindou took a few seconds to get accustomed to the way your pussy enveloped his dick, hissing under his breath at how heavenly you felt. And now that he has finally held you, Haitani Rindou was damn sure he has found his mate. Now, he will make sure to keep you by his side whether you want to or now. He’ll just have to give you something that will make you reluctant to leave… Or fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this place without him. Maybe getting you pregnant will be the solution to this problem. “Ah, fuck… S’ big. R-rindou!”
“Angel, wanna give you cubs. You’d want that, huh? You want to be mine?”
His thrusts were hard and rough, causing you to moan and squirm. Lust rendered you blind as you took and took what Rindou gave. Time was no longer relevant at this point. All you could remember as he continued to fuck you like a savage beast during the mating season was the way his claws dug into your skin, marking you as his. The place’s layout slowly etched itself into your mind as he made it his mission to fuck you in every area with the endeavor of filling up your womb until all you could feel was his cum running down your thighs. Your breasts and nipples hurt after going through the abuse done by his mouth. Hickeys littered your torso and the skin of your neck. Clit and folds puffy, you couldn’t tell how many times you have squirted. Rindou always patted your head each time before tugging your nipples in a teasing way. The collar still wrapped around your neck jingled along with your breasts, soaked with your sweat and tears.
“R-Rindou! I-I can’t—”
“Yes, you can, angel. You can take more.”
He never gave you a break or a minute to rest and catch your breath. The moment he finished inside you, his balls emptied another load, replacing the cum he spurted into your cunt that dribbled out. Mind all in a mush, you sobbed at the overstimulation. Finally, the hybrid set you down on the couch, panting above you. A puddle of your essence and Rindou’s cum sat around your ass. The furniture wasn’t the only unfortunate victim of its owner’s quest to impregnate you and claim you. Mouth wide open, your eyes were fluttering shut due to exhaustion. Yet even as you stared at Rindou with those tired eyes, he held his cock glazed with both of your fluids right in front of your face in expectancy. The tip was red and super sensitive after hitting your cervix countless times while he fucked your brains out.
“Don’t tap out on me, angel,” he mumbled. Mustering up all your leftover strength, you sat up and licked on the reddish tip, earning a pleased groan. His hand reached forward to brush away the strands of hair from your face then carded his fingers through them. “Good girl. Always remember this, okay? Good kittens should clean up after playing. Good kittens shouldn’t make a mess.”
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SAPPHIRE TEARS
Character/s: Pantalone/Regrator
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, enemies to lovers, reader is a business woman, slight angst, light hurt to comfort, happy ending, mentions of arguments, pantalone has violet colored eyes here, safe sex practices, soft!pantalone, cunnilingus, and pet name used. Minors do not interact.
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Synopsis: His god, gold, and glory is all Pantalone cared about until you came along to push on untouchable buttons.
WC: 1.5k
Miscommunication can lead to unfavorable arguments and encounters. The ninth harbinger, eyeing his glass of wine for a while now, thought so, too. If he had known you would be in this party, nearby the vicinity, Pantalone wouldn’t have come. A year may have passed since your last heated dispute, the Tsaritsa’s money maker still couldn’t forget the words the two of you exchanged. What was even more irritating than having Tartaglia burn through the monthly allowance he was told not to spend so tactlessly was the fact he couldn’t get near you or even strike up a conversation.
Because he was afraid you’d shoot him down.
To be the first to break the ice and dominate the conversation was Pantalone’s forte. It was a mere simple act that he knew the song and dance by heart. However, when his violet eyes which carried well-kept violence and malice landed on the poor unfortunate man hoping to be your last dance, the harbinger wished he could break etiquette. Maybe ramming his fist on the bastard’s silly face would do wonders for his souring mood. It was pathetic, really. For him to stay where he is, watching you from a distance, was irksome. And while he was a man with great ambition paired with a reputation known from miles away, Pantalone suffered cold feet for the first time in a long while. It wasn’t comedic for him, to say the least.
The whole image of him teetering between confronting you and remaining where he was bothered him the entire night the second he saw your elegant form waltz into the ballroom. The hugging dress you wore made every hue of eyes seek after you. You had grown more beautiful since the day you walked out on him while spitting curses at his ‘unethical’ ways of conducting business. Needless to say, the harbinger has burned the sight of your angry expression into his retinas that it was strange and oddly made his heart beat twice as hard whenever you directed a smile at someone. As an adult, petty fights shouldn’t be dwelled on. He should put the past behind him and move on to greener pastures like forming an alliance with you. Your businesses in Snezhnaya were doing well and he has heard about your accomplishments even during his trips to Liyue.
He just didn’t know what to say to you.
“What a spoil…” he muttered to himself, keeping the rim of his glass close to his lips. It was a quick tactic to keep unimportant conversations from occurring. Pantalone, despite how he loved the sound of business deals and whatnot, hated small talk. You knew this, endlessly berating him for this and how he can’t be considerate to his ‘potential’ partners. Oblivious to his gaze averting from your eyes down to your lips, sometimes even lingering on your breasts if he couldn’t help himself. Really, he was disgusted by what you can make him do. Even the Tsaritsa wouldn’t be able to command him to strip himself naked and admit Dottore was the superior servant of the archon. But if you would ask him to, Pantalone would run his bank dry and make himself appear as the fool he has always been since he let you walk out that night since your last fight.
Perhaps everyone was a fool at the hands of love and hate, toyed by mere emotions.
“You’re here,” you whispered to the harbinger. Whether he was surprised by your sudden proximity or the casual way you addressed him, Pantalone never gave away his thoughts. He wouldn’t be one of the Tsaritsa’s trusted men if he was an open book. Frankly, you wished he gave you a minuscule hint of whatever he was feeling. You wouldn’t be standing here, rubbing your arm awkwardly in search of what to say. When was the last time you two weren’t at each other's throats? It was embarrassing that you couldn’t remember. Thankfully, Pantalone did not prolong your silent agony as he raised his glass at you.
“Lovely party, isn’t it?”
“Hardly,” you admitted, unafraid to speak your thoughts to him. “Been quite boring. Not much to talk about with these people. I’d rather be on my way home.”
Whether it was the wine he has been sipping on all night or because of the atmosphere giving the possibility of something more than intense stares, Pantalone’s lips acted quicker than his brain would’ve liked. You didn’t hide how stunned you were at his offer to take you home by his carriage. Anyone who has hated the Regrator at some point in their life would have frozen at the abruptness of it all. And just as he was about to take it back, you found yourself laughing softly while nodding your head. To hear you laugh was so much better than your scorn.
“I’d be happy to accept that offer, my lord. That’s if you’re serious about it…”
He was. Pantalone was not someone who backed down. You realized the severity of his words the moment he called for you out the front door. Your coat wasn’t even put on correctly when he motioned for you to get in the carriage. Yet, he cursed himself for sitting across you. The entire ride to your house was filled with silence except for the sound of breathing. His gaze continuously landed on you, unable to look away for you looked beautiful under the moonlight’s blessing. It wasn’t until you confronted him about his staring that Pantalone stopped.
“What’s the matter, my lord? Is there something wrong with my face?”
“Nothing in particular,” he answered after composing his expression. Pantalone’s wish for you to drop the subject was left unanswered as you continued to prod him with various questions ranging from a teasing tone to an accusatory one. If he admitted that he found you pretty—right here, right now—the harbinger knew he had only two outcomes to face. An ultimate rejection or a confused look. He would rather stay quiet than reveal his feelings carelessly.
Unless he wanted to hurt himself with the reality of your hatred for him.
Seeing that you’re not getting a reply, you gave up with a sigh. The carriage carried you both through the icy road, the horses slowing down as your house grew nearer. Pantalone’s worry about improving this relationship grew as the frost built against the glass window. Maybe his hopes of becoming friends with you—perhaps even more in the near future—were baseless and lacked something. It lacked support from you.
And yet, when you glanced at him, longing in those eyes that were ruthlessly cold to him before, no one could blame him for taking your outreached hand as soon as you got off the carriage. The silent plea for him to join you in the comforts of your home was too deafening and tempting to merely ignore. He didn’t want to lose this chance handed to him on a silver platter. Your soft fingers against his gloved ones, pulling him into your house. Pantalone, willingly as he may, thought that if he were to meet his demise as soon as he got inside, he wouldn’t complain as long as it was by your hands.
Contrary to his imagination, he found heaven instead the second the bedroom door was flung open. His lips found yours in a heated manner, as if he was seeking warmth and to convince himself those days shrouded in the bitter cold were over. He even found euphoria in the shape of your pussy folds opening for his tongue. You guided his touches, encouraging him to continue when he hesitated for a moment. Pantalone’s lips, which were glossed with your juices, moved under the moonlight in the most unfamiliar way to deliver three words you never thought you would hear from him.
“I… desire you.”
“What?”
“I’ve been in love with you, sweetheart. I don't know when, but I guess I have always liked you.”
Strands of silver stood out on his dark hair, making you coil them around your finger, lips curled up as he kissed you more. Tears rolled down your face at his confession, especially the moment he sheathed himself inside you. He saw them and immediately pressed his mouth on them. The feeling of rubber wrapped around his cock was a bit uncomfortable, yet the second he started thrusting made you forget all about it. His kisses and groans fueled your passion, wanting nothing more than to hear him call out your name as you do the same at the peak of your climax. It was no secret that Pantalone sought the feeling of ecstasy from other people, but he has never felt such pure bliss in your arms. Especially once he slowed down his thrusts to hit deeper into you, savoring and burning the look of desperation in your face to reach your high. He came in thick spurts, spilling his warm cum into the rubber while hugging your quivering form. Your juices coated his cock and your thighs messily. Pantalone breathed in your scent, relishing it all with you by his side as what is believed to be an eternal winter continued to rage outside. Spring, at last, fell within the four corners of your bedroom.
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COTTONTAIL
Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano
Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, hybrid au, established relationship, reader is a bunny hybrid, mentions of past kidnapping, reader is an airhead, tiny angst, cunnilingus, rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, heat cycles, unprotected sex, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by bby grey @meganemoon 💖🥺 thank you so much and hope u like it luv!
Synopsis: Mikey would do anything for his wife—even hightail out of an important meeting.
WC: 2.7k
Ginza Six, everyone's favorite mall—or so your old friends used to say for the heck of it whenever you guys passed the area after class just to seem relevant. Their snobbishness always irked you, but in a place where friendships were hard to come by, especially for hybrids, you never complained. Pretty little head too wrapped up in the thought that despite how mean they can be, they were still your friends. The building’s postmodern architecture gave off an aura of exclusivity that people will never miss, especially during the sunniest of days when the light hits the glass windows. The difference back then was you didn’t like how it was too lavish and expensive to shop there, the design reminding you of a sleek rubix cube. Finding the prices of the shops’ items to be ridiculous and quite hilarious at that time as a student. A bit envious of those who can afford it. You had no money to buy beautiful dresses that cost more than a month’s worth of groceries. Now? All you had to do was swipe on the trusty old credit card your beloved husband gifted you the first three months into the relationship two years ago. No more snobbish friends or bills to worry about. Time certainly flies fast, especially with Sano Manjiro as your lover.
To spoil his pretty baby was almost second to breathing for him. There’s nothing he can’t do.
Seemed like it was only yesterday when he freed you from a mountain of debts, whisking you away from those icky men who were illegally selling bunny hybrids in the underground city of Tokyo. It was a pity on their part when they decided to mess with the leader of Bonten in the matters of trade and scamming them, but certainly a win for you. Yet, marrying Sano Manjiro wasn’t part of your plans after being set free that involved a quiet life in the countryside after escaping such a stressful situation. Nor did you ever stop and think that maybe this was indeed fate working to reward you for going through tough times.
At the end of it all, you’re more than content with your husband and how he takes care of you.
Other than just a place to spend your free time whenever Manjiro was busy with Bonten, Ginza was the perfect place to just hang out. But unlike any other day, the number of people has significantly increased due to the new shop that opened days ago. Making a mental note not to go through the crowded areas, you almost skipped your way to the first store you wanted to check out. Perked up bunny ears slightly swaying as you went with the shopping bags on your arms that you’ve accumulated from thirty minutes spent going around. Sashaying your way into the Dior store, you politely smiled at the woman. Instantly recognizing you from the countless times you’ve visited, she was quick to assist you with a warm smile.
“Good day. What would it be today, Mrs. Sano?”
“I���ve seen pictures of a new set of leather collars that came in just this week.” Fishing out your phone from your purse, you then started to search for the screenshot you took before holding it up to the woman to see. Specifically pointing at the pink one that had a golden heart as a centerpiece. “Wanna surprise my husband since he likes these. I think it suits me, too. Don’tcha think so? Do you have it in stock?”
“Alright. Let me go and check, okay? In the meantime, feel free to sit down or have a look around.”
Left all by yourself again, you exhaled lightly and began to walk around the shop after setting down your shopping bags on one of the black cushioned seats. Eyes searching for something that might catch your attention as you waited for the sales associate to return. Eyeing a clutch, your gaze traveled from it to the streets outside where a mother and child were passing by. Huge cotton candy in the shape of a familiar cartoon character in the child’s hand, a smile on his face brighter than any of the ladies inside the same establishment as you. Contagious it was, as a smile of your own graced your features at them having a good time. Line of sight falling to the golden band on your ring finger, it slightly faltered then morphed into a pout.
Oh, Manjiro…
Quite dangerous it was for your husband to walk around in broad daylight and accompany you out. Not only were the police after his head, but numerous rivaling gangs wanted to jump on the leader of the most notorious criminal organization in Japan to make a name for themselves. Plus, he strongly implements that you and he should never be seen together in the public eye. And while there were times he brought you to restaurants, it was usually those who had connections with Bonten or you both went so close to midnight where regular citizens have gone home. Manjiro was always careful, calculating in every move in order to keep you safe. Trips to Ginza or other places wouldn’t be possible at all if he wasn’t. But as much as you were thankful, the forlorn feeling never stops seeping into your heart whenever you see couples out doing romantic stuff without care.
Would it be so selfish if you wished for the same thing even after being handed almost everything?
Whether it was the AC blowing directly on you or how the store was cold, you shivered and hugged yourself. Why the fuck is it so cold all of a sudden? You cursed at yourself for forgetting to bring one of your coats in case these things happen. Nevertheless, you quickly beamed at the sales associate now walking up to you with a grin on her face. Finally, once this is over, you could go out and seek the warmth of the sun.
“Mrs. Sano, the collar you wanted is available. Would you like to try it on first?”
Before you could even respond, another chill ran down your spine, prompting you to rub your hands together. What was even more frustrating was how your body temperature was slowly rising, a thick warm sensation blooming from your abdomen. This didn’t go unnoticed by the woman, who quickly tried to reach out and ask about your well-being. Your reaction was instant, stepping back to evade her touch in fear of aggravating the condition that has dawned upon you. Warm flesh, the pounding beat of your heart that is bound to get worse, and the slick dampening your aching pussy folds that would soon be embarrassingly obvious to anyone every time your thighs rubbed against each other. Not to mention, your ears flopping down at the realization, the skin gradually heating up.
Fuck! How could you forget about your heat?! How could you let such an important thing slip past your mind?
“M-Mrs. Sano? Are you okay?”
“Huh? U-uh, yeah!” A weak smile on your face, you then gestured at her to wrap the item. “I’ll take it, d-dear. That and another—what other color do you have? Red? Black? Well, w-whatever, just give me that and another one—doesn’t matter what, just please hurry up?” Seeing her nod and rush away after handing your credit card to her, you sighed. This wasn’t how you pictured your little shopping spree to go… How could you even forget about your upcoming heat?
Well, the telltale signs were already there… From the mood swings and the cravings.
A men’s cologne being tested was happening nearby, notes of what seemed to be spicy bergamot wafting towards you. Your hand shot up to cover your nose immediately at the enticing scent. Averting your gaze from where the sales associate disappeared, you weakly turned to the other way only to catch a familiar shade of hair paired with a different face. Heart banging on your ribcage at the images of your husband sprouting like daisies through concrete, you wished the traitorous mind filling your sight of him would halt in its silliness and leave you be. Wishful thinking never does anything and everywhere you turn, all you see are mimicking faces of Sano Manjiro that merely fueled your desire to have his cock inside your aching heat—now.
“Here you go, Mrs. S—”
“Thank you, bye!” Snatching the paper bag and the card, you mentally took note to apologize to her next time before taking off. Every step you took was like stepping in shards of glass. You did your best to avoid bumping into people as you left looking like you stole something from the looks you are receiving. Eyes darting to the cars parked, you squinted while trying to calm your hammering heart and the heat that gradually enveloped your body to a point everything was a big blur. Colors swirling into a heap almost diluted. To kiss the pavement would have been possible until your chauffeur took a hold of you, scanning your sweaty face and dazed expression. It’s even a miracle you managed to reach the car without passing out or jumping someone. Although the latter would’ve been far-fetched. Clinging to the man, you groaned.
“M-Mikey, c-call him please!”
“Mikey?”
Bored. Tired. His feet screamed to go down the path headed straight to his motorcycle to take him home and see you. Mikey hated leaving the penthouse early, knowing you tend to be needy in the morning while he kisses you goodbye. But matters in the organization wouldn’t disappear overnight, especially when he’s needed. And today was no different, sitting at the head of the table, listening to Takeomi present the sales of the latest drug Bonten was selling. At the man’s call for his attention, the platinum-haired man was about to move his slightly chapped lips from staying utterly silent the whole time found his onyx irises falling to his vibrating cellphone on top of his desk. Brows furrowed as to why your chauffeur could be calling, he quickly picked it up and stood from his seat. The rest of Bonten instantly went quiet, prompting Takeomi to stand still and be ready to resume once Mikey was finished with his call.
Except he didn’t know it was connected to you.
“Speak.”
“It’s your wife, Sir. She needs to speak to you—”
“G-give me that,” your shaky voice cut through the chauffeur’s voice, worry spiking up Manjiro’s spine at how disgruntled you sounded. Keeping his wits together, he waited for you to voice out your thoughts when you practically moaned into the receiver, causing your husband’s eyes to widen a fracture. What were you up to now? “Manjiro…” You drawling his name so seductively had his pants tightening. Manjiro could only mentally curse at the effect you have on him. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you, baby—know how much you hate me callin’ if you’re busy but, fuck…”
“What’s wrong?”
“‘Jiro, my heat… it’s here. Please come home to me.”
Thirty to twenty minutes. That is the usual traveling time Mikey had gotten used to from the penthouse to Bonten’s headquarters every time his presence was needed. Yet, it merely took him five to reach the towering building and ride up the elevator to your shared home. Seconds to discard his shoes and pad to the master bedroom, trailing the clothes you wore now serving like breadcrumbs on the floor. And even before he could swing the door open to ask where you are, you flung it back and jumped him. Hot kisses stamped all over his face, lowering down to his sensitive neck where goosebumps littered while he held you in his arms to steady you. The tight squeeze of your legs around his waist almost bruising, the aching damp cunt of yours rubbing against his clothed bulge. In all his years of living a dangerous life, Mikey would’ve normally prevented anyone from surprising him after being numerously betrayed by those who seek to ruin him. How easily those principles he lived by crumble at the face of you whining for his cock to stuff you full of his cum, naked as the day you were born with your bunny ears twitching.
“‘Jiro… fuck, I need you.”
“Baby, calm down—”
His words were akin to white noise, lips still aching to kiss every inch of his skin and bury yourself underneath it until Manjiro’s scent would stay with you for days, for weeks—forever. Taking matters into your own hands, you unlatched yourself from him and pushed him down until his back hits the mattress. You looked at him from above despite lust clouding your thoughts. And all your husband could do was stare back at your hazed-up mind, swallowing a moan once you straddled him and started grinding down his leaking clothed cock.
“W-wanna ride you.” Groaning at the overwhelming scent of your lover, you figured your hands had a mind of their own and started stripping him down to match you. Your leaking cunt in full display to his dark eyes that never strayed from you. You were definitely out of it—sheathing his throbbing and oozing dick inside of your gummy walls at once, whining at the stretch and how warm it was. But Mikey begged to differ, hissing at the contact and the wet muscles clenching him tightly as you started to bounce fervently. His wife has lost all inhibition and mewled, fingers playing with your perked nipples that he wished to suck on while you rode his cock.
But he couldn’t. Not when you would furrow your brows whenever he made a move to dominate you or to pin you down on the mattress to fuck you himself. No, you wanted to take lead for once and just take. Slowing down to just feel his cock snug in your hot slick cunt, you moaned into the air.
“Missed you so much, baby… Miss this cock in me—mhm, fuck. Need you…” Biting on your lower lip that it almost broke through the skin and bled, your gaze befell onto your husband who could only stare at you in muted awe. He then nodded at your statement, sharing the same sentiments. His pale chest rose and fell at the sight of raw carnal desire unfolding in front of him. Because fuck, if he had to choose between you and Bonten, anyone can mess around with the latter and still lose. But when it comes to you, those fuckers better be prepared to pry his cold dead hands from you before he’ll ever let anything awful happen to his pretty bunny. “‘Jiro…”
“Take me, baby,” he breathed, hands holding onto your hips and waist, giving them a squeeze. “Take it all. I’m all yours.”
No one had to tell you twice, resuming on bouncing on the cock you oh so loved. Unashamed to take what was yours and screaming obscene words, knowing only Manjiro is the sole witness to it all. Holding your tits, you keened. Mouth whining at how you couldn’t go on anymore. He knew this was gonna happen, you giving up in the middle of it because you hated tiring yourself—hate doing all the work. His spoiled bunny. The encouragement of your husband came in grunts, goading you to keep going. To fuck his cock and cream around it until you could no longer keep your eyes open.
“Isn’t this what—shit, what you wanted? Take this fuckin’ cock of yours, baby. Let it breed this bunny cunt. Don’t stop now.”
Sobbing softly, you came undone at the implication. Your eyes rolled back and body quivered at how he spilled his creamy cum into you. Cunt squeezing him dry for the first time today, despite knowing full well your husband would rather shoot blanks by the end of it than stop until your heat was over. Your searing gummy walls painted exactly like his silver hair. You were close to collapsing on top of him when Manjiro held you steady. Your husband caught his breath, a tiny curl at the end of his lips was a telltale sign that this was far from over. He suddenly flipped you to have your back on the mattress. Your husband then immediately went down face to face with your pussy folds still oozing with his semen. Warm tongue darting out to lick on your clit, earning a whine from your parted mouth.
“My turn.”
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KEY LIME PIE
Character/s: Souya Kawata
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, soft smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, domestic fluff, kitchen sex, characters are 18+, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: this piece is commissioned by bby @sohya 💕 thank you so much for being patient and i hope you like this!
Summary: Moving into a new apartment can be a delicate and fun process.
WC: 3.5K
Toasted bread on paper plates and tiny jars of jams ranging from your favorite variety to his sat on the dining table still covered by protective paper. Disposable wooden cutlery Souya has accumulated whenever you two decided to eat outside was put to use. The plates and everything else supposed to occupy the kitchen were still sealed in their boxes. Yesterday was exhausting, filled with carrying boxes and making sure nothing important was left behind in the old apartment you two used to call home for almost three years. There was no time to start unboxing and the moment you two finished dinner, Souya crashed next to your sleeping form after making sure the front door was locked. His soft snores did little to no damage to your own dead ears, mind, and body too exhausted to care about what surrounded you.
And contrary to some people, hearing your boyfriend snoring was comforting. It was a telltale sign he was right here, beside you, and dreaming away. Not off somewhere where you didn’t know or couldn’t reach. But if you were to be asked who was the clingiest one, you could probably say it is Souya. It was evident in the way he would hold you tight even with his eyes closed or the fact he wanted to do everything with you if there was a second to spare in both of your hectic lives.
Not that you mind, of course. Sleeping until it was close to lunchtime or brushing your teeth together was an ideal bonding time on both of your days off. A piece of heaven in the usual voyage through a stormy sea. These moments gradually increased when the time to move to the new apartment grew closer.
Today, however, was going to be different. No lazying around or doing the stuff you usually do during your cheat day. Or so you planned it to be.
Your goal to get out of bed by seven in the morning to start arranging things and emptying boxes was thwarted when you opened your eyes to the digital clock telling you it was way past nine. Souya was out of bed, though. After you were finished fixing up the bed and grabbing the fallen pillows, you maneuvered your way through the hall littered with unopened boxes to the direction of the kitchen. There he was, toasting bread and cooking eggs for two. Paper plates sat empty on the dining table along with other disposable cutlery and cups. The cute pink apron you normally don was wrapped around him, probably because he couldn’t find the blue one that paired with yours. The box that contained the kitchen items lay opened on the side, a sign of someone going through it was obvious as the other things were gently stacked to the side in search of what your boyfriend needed.
A gasp of surprise that morphed into a hum of delight traveled to your ears when Souya felt your arms wrap around his waist, nuzzling your cheek into his warm back. Both of you stood there in silence, waiting for him to finish while he hoped the eggs would cook faster. His wish was granted and he immediately turned the stove off to spin around, kissing you squarely on the forehead.
“Mornin’, sweetie.”
At the new endearment, you playfully quirked a brow. “Wha—sweetie? What happened to ‘babe’ or ‘baby’?” You expected this, though. Souya’s twin brother was quite an influence and the other was one who listened to whatever Nahoya deemed ‘romantic’. So, it was no surprise that your boyfriend tried out the advice of his brother to give you a new way of calling you since moving into a new place was close to starting a new life.
Not that you minded. It’s quite fun and Souya always tends to fluster, resembling spring melting away snow and giving wake to new blossoms.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled, trying to hide his embarrassment by looking away and pretending to be busy with the toast. “Sweetie just sounds… cute?” He failed to see the grin on your face that spelled you not buying his reason and decided to stride towards the table. The tips of his ears were red and obviously growing warm as you continued to smile. “A-anyway, what do you wanna eat for lunch? We can head out and get groceries. Didn’t you say you needed to buy more milk?”
Sitting across his seat, you hummed in agreement while patiently waiting for him to sit down. Breakfast was rarely a time when both of you sat down together and ate. It was either late dinners or a midnight raid to the fridge where you two usually eat together during mind-numbing days.
However, the universe wasn’t that cruel to keep that up forever. Of course, there were going to be grace periods—today was one of those.
“Yeah, we need more of those. Yesterday I had to throw the last box because it was already spoiled,” you answered as you made a grab for the wooden knife to slice the sunny side up. “Also, we have to buy some avocados. Heard they’re gonna be on sale starting today.”
Sunlight flooded into the glass windows that were bare of curtains, letting in the natural light that somehow made Souya’s rosy cheeks glow even more while he laughed at the corny joke you made about avocados. The scent of toasted bread and coffee wafting around in harmony. His laughter mixing with yours in the barely filled place echoed slightly, bringing life into the new apartment, and that simply made your day even better.
“I can’t believe you still laugh at my jokes,” you mumbled, hoping not to burn your tongue with how pipping hot the coffee was. An emotion swirled in those oceanic hues, capturing your gaze and causing your heartbeat to speed up a little. When Souya refused to elaborate, you raised a brow and smiled. “What? I admit my jokes are lame.”
Shaking his head, Souya reached his hand out to touch yours. “And I can’t believe you still think you’re not funny.” Such a statement wouldn’t have you flustered, but when it’s your boyfriend who said so, your cheeks can’t help from mimicking the coffee’s warm temperature. “Your jokes are never lame to me, sweetie.”
Mirthful laughter poured out of your mouth. “Again with the sweetie…” you then mumbled before continuing with your breakfast. Souya squeezed your hand gently. Neither of you two wanted to pull away despite the difficulty of eating with only one hand.
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“You done over there?”
Souya peeked into the doorway to find you squatted next to the box containing your things that were supposed to be in the wardrobe until you got sidetracked. New and old photo albums sat on your feet, others scattered to your right. Forgetting his question, you held up the first photo you took with Souya back when he was still courting you and smiled. Blue eyes sparkled at your happy expression, his heart skipped a beat at the giddy giggle that escaped your mouth at the image of you two. The slight awkwardness was bleeding from the photo—the way you and Souya were smiling weakly at the camera together with the meek peace signs. Despite this, the captured memory did not do any justice to what occurred that day.
“Look, baby! We were so young back then, huh?” you gushed, eyes shining at the memory. The photo existed on your phone and you had it printed to place into the album. Other photos of you and Souya together filled every page. It may not be fascinating to the untrained eye, yet to those who knew love in all its forms, there was no denying such an emotion bound you two together. And here you are, facing life in all its ugly and beautiful phases. Even the mediocre days were better spent with one another than being apart.
“You hardly changed in appearance. You’re beautiful,” Souya whispered with a fond smile. His body heat and warm breath drew you near him, wanting to curl up next to him and forget the worries that tomorrow may bring. Such a temptation was poisonous to your goal of making the new apartment cozier. Still, a sigh that is borderline between exhaustion and affection escaped your mouth while you leaned against the palm of his hand that cupped your face. Souya’s gaze softened at the display of vulnerability that was exclusively only for his eyes as was his to you. It should be a crime for you to be so beautiful that you stir his heart despite doing nothing at all.
How did he get so lucky? When did the stars align to point him in the right direction which was in your arms?
Shit, he’s falling in love with you all over again.
“Souya, don’t do this right now…”
But of course, nothing will ever be finished with you both procrastinating or gazing into each other’s eyes like hopeless romantics. You coughed before closing the album, giving your boyfriend a teasing grin. To distance yourself from him would be akin to inviting the death of your heart, yet it had to be done or you were going nowhere. You already made the mistake of wasting time looking through pictures which led Souya to abandon his task of cleaning up the living room when he spotted you.
Souya and you can’t get distracted. Not now, at least.
“I’m only telling you the truth, babe.”
“Really? Is this how you’re gonna keep me preoccupied? You know we’re gonna eat at a late hour again if we keep putting things off. We can both mess around later,” you wiggled your brows playfully to which your boyfriend responded with a laugh and a pinch to your cheek. “Didn’t we agree not to get sidetracked?”
“Yeah, we did.”
“So… why are we standing around here like fools?”
“Because we… can?”
You couldn't help but tease him more. “You don't sound sure. Plus, if we continue this, preparing dinner will be too bothersome. You know how washing dishes in the middle of the night is a pain in the ass.” Nose wrinkled, you got up and set the photo album aside then gestured to the whole room that wasn’t showing much progress. “Some of the stuff here has a layer of dust in them. Especially the cabinets. I have to clean it all up. Can’t have my boyfriend crying about how he was sneezing up a storm all night, you know.”
“Mhm. Such a good girlfriend you are.” Instead of paying attention to your words, Souya deliberately closed the space you created and wrapped his arms around your waist. Those blue smoldering eyes hoping to hypnotize you to leave the chores for him. “I love you, ‘ya know? I’m very happy to have you…” His words were enough to chip through your defenses but the image of a bedroom that appeared as if it was visited by a typhoon broke you out of the spell Souya was casting on you.
Pulling away successfully this time, you laughed at his disappointed expression. Those pouting lips of his are more inviting than ever. Perhaps you have to admit to yourself that your boyfriend was too cute for this world and that his charms can work against you at times. “Nice try, babe. However, flattery can only get you this far. Later, okay? Don’t be sad now.”
The second you walked past him to grab another garbage bag, your boyfriend clicked his tongue. His gaze followed the curve of your body until it disappeared into a corner. Hands on his waist, he softly curses at the state of the apartment and wished he had the inhumane strength to have it all finished before supper. Because more free time meant more fooling around and really, Souya could hardly do that without embarrassing himself by telling Nahoya he wanted a day off. His brother does have his mind on the gutter sometimes. Then again, it was a fleeting wish, and standing around here wouldn’t get things done. Which reminds him…
“Ah fuck, I forgot about the laundry…”
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Hurried kisses were exchanged. Scrambling feet had the box full of fragile dishes rattling when your leg bumped it, your mind too preoccupied with the taste of Souya in your mouth to care about them breaking or falling over. What mattered was him and the warmth he was exuding past his fingers that held your hip while the others were weaving through your hair. Both of you drunk on each other’s comforting scent that would immediately lull your aching bodies into a relaxed state. And yet, even with exhaustion creeping up and painting your bones, none of you could ever back away from a night that promises ecstasy.
Dinner ended earlier than expected since both of you decided to order food outside rather than cook. Souya wanted to stay on your good side, after all. The last thing he wanted was for him to spend a cold night on the couch after distracting you earlier. The paper plates used are now in the trash bag along with the disposable cutlery and the empty boxes that contained your meal. A light scent of the Chinese takeout lingered in the tidy space. Water dripping from the faucet came to a halt at the same time your lower back collided with the counter. Your shirt hit the floor as Souya’s hands explored your flesh, erupting goosebumps in every caress. The noise on his throat dying to come out at the touch of your hands. It was no secret that he was pent-up. After all your teasing since this morning, Souya was definitely looking forward to getting you all to himself and not worrying whether the boxes will block the path to the bedroom or the bathroom.
He owes himself a pat on the back for surviving the torture of you bending down in only short shorts, exposing your ass and those thighs he wants to surround himself with. But most of all, just you trying to escape from his grasp was enough to keep him on the edge until dinner ended. He just got to have you.
Souya was indeed a simple man. It takes minimal endeavor to bring him to a state of lust. However, it wasn’t merely lust that adorned those sapphire eyes religiously following your every move. The very moment you finished drying the plates, he wasted no time in coming up behind you, spinning you around, and asking if he can kiss you. It was bold and threw you off. It amazed you that he said it with a straight face that showed obvious signs of embarrassment. He was never reduced to this—blushing and can’t meet your eyes. Normally at this time, he would have initiated your nightly ritual. To dance under the refrigerator light while you hummed his favorite song, content in each other’s arms. He did say he wanted to do the exact same thing in this new apartment.
Surprise coated your face but your answer was instant which led you two here in the kitchen, about to break and undo the cleaning you’ve done just to feel one another on this intimate level.
“Ah…” you moaned at the delicious friction, wanting to feel more of your aching pussy against his hard cock that was still tucked away in his shorts. Nails dug into his shoulders, creating countless crescent moons that the sky could hold. The torment of keeping yourselves away from each other just to finish cleaning up and arranging your things faded away with every kiss and stroke on the skin. “Babe, more… Touch me there, please, please.”
Whether it was the heat of the moment or just Souya unable to restrain himself further, he hoisted you up and had you sit on the counter’s edge. A noise of surprise failed to slip past your mouth when his tongue was on yours again, slipping your underwear down your legs. His lips pressed open-mouthed kisses on your sensitive neck, eager to reach down to your hard nipples that were exposed to the cool air. A whine broke past your attempts to quiet down when his mouth circled around your areola. Souya sucked on your nipple and gently bit on it, delighted at the high-pitched whine you made. The tip of his tongue swirled around the peak, occupying his hands by shedding himself off of his clothes. Dim lights do little to reflect the hunger in his gaze.
“Do ‘ya want me?” he whispered into your ear, relishing the synchrony of your hearts and your warm breath fanning his cheek along with the cute noises you make. Oh god, how did he get so lucky? Perhaps he saved a country in his past life or died a horrible death and now the universe was compensating him. Either way, he doesn’t care about any of that or the details as long as you stay by his side forever. “Tell me, sweetie, do ‘ya want me? Don’t be shy…”
“So fuckin’ much, Souya.” you sobbed at the lack of movement, desiring to have more of him than you could possibly take. To kiss him, feel him, have him spill and stuff you full—to swallow and take every little piece he offers just so you won’t have to miss him like this always. While it may sound selfish due to it being your deepest wish that no one but a shooting star could witness, you wished Souya will stay with you and never find anyone else to love. “Please, please love me…”
You didn't have to say it twice. He let out a shuddering breath upon sheathing his erect cock into your slick folds. Souya’s mind was spinning like a top at the heat, hissing as he slowly entered your tight gummy walls. Your breath hitched, holding onto him as you both descended into a night of endless giving and euphoria that all started as soon as your boyfriend began thrusting.
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“Good morning, sweetie.” Souya chuckled lightly at the bemused look on your face. “Wake up or you’ll miss your favorite morning show.”
“Mornin’,” you yawned. Sunlight was already flooding into the bedroom that appeared tidier than it initially was yesterday except for the obvious marks on the glass window that served as a reminder of what occurred last night. And that is not all, unfortunately for you. In their own colorful hues, Souya’s stuffed animals and figures were all in a neat row at the corner. Their soulless eyes may be unable to relay what transpired last night, yet they look as if they were judging you from where they were perched.
Your cheeks instantly rose in temperature, pulling the blankets up to hide your bare body as you recounted what happened prior to you passing out on the bed. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, merely gave you a kiss on the head and then got out of bed. Your gaze fell on his back and almost let out an inhumane sound at the red marks littering the expanse of his back. Both of you went too far. However, neither of you regrets it. Groaning into your hands, you begrudgingly crawled out of the comfortable silk sheets to saunter to the kitchen where your boyfriend was picking up the discarded clothing. Dying of embarrassment should be the cause of your death at this point upon laying eyes on your panty lying innocently on the floor like it was an ordinary thing.
The tips of Souya’s ears were blushing red as he picked it up, offering you a weak smile before excusing himself to the laundry room. Composing yourself, you started to make matcha espresso. It was while you were searching for a mug that you discovered one plate already sporting a small crack. Shame ran up your nerves as you immediately disposed of it. Not only did you have sex in the kitchen, but a plate broke in memory of it. It wasn’t like you and Souya didn’t do any of the sort back in the old apartment, you just can’t believe both of you did it so quickly and in every room. But then again, you never broke a plate while he was buttering you up.
“What’s wrong?” Souya asked the second he returned, his brow raised at you. Smiling, you shook your head and went back to making coffee. He then joined you in preparing breakfast, mumbling how he’ll unbox the rest of the boxes later as he took out the key lime pie he bought yesterday from the refrigerator. This was the norm for you both, especially on a Sunday. Wake up, make breakfast and coffee, then watch television. To bask in the white noise. That was how it was back then…
So, why is he suddenly pulling you into his arms, hugging you tight, and rocking you to the left and right. Blinking twice, you glanced up to stare into those adoring blue irises and smiled. He grinned back, quietly muttering his love for you that shall never fade away even if the world will.
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gold rush
Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, mentions of canon typical violence, established relationship, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of divorce, sanzu is a menace + so is mikey, ex-husband is a bastard, and hints of fluff. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by @bunnyjiros 🐇💕 hope u like it bby!!
Synopsis: Bitter and jealous, your ex-husband tries to humiliate you. An obviously bad choice, really.
WC: 1.6k
Part One | Part Two
The colorful toy rattled in the toddler’s chubby hand, shaking it excitedly as the stroller stopped next to an empty bench. The soles of your feet were starting to hurt from walking around and showing your three-year-old son who took after so much from his daddy that you opted to sit for a moment. The shopping bags you have accumulated so far swung in the slight breeze that happened to pass by, making the trees and bushes rustle in their tune. Your son let out a giddy giggle at the wind’s tingle, shaking his toy even more. A smile spread across your lips at the merry sound, cooing at his bubbly disposition at being outdoors. An ordinary day it was for a mother and son to be out shopping, but you knew better than to label it that. You glanced to the side, feeling the weight of Sanzu Haruchiyo’s stare from afar, guarding you and the toddler from a safe distance with his own crew of suited men. A breath of defeat slipped past your lips.
Even to this day, Mikey was still a worrywart despite how many times you’ve told him that the park was only filled with children and parents at this time around. There were no suspicious individuals present except for his right-hand man and his definitely rowdy-looking minions who smoked while waiting for you to make your next move. Lightly shaking your head, you rubbed your ankles for a few moments and got up to head to the next store. Your son was growing up and he needed new clothes. The idea of finding cute onesies for him had you grinning and cooing at your son as you pushed the stroller, almost missing your name being called out.
However, the moment you recognized whose voice it was, instant regret flooded your system once your gaze landed on your ex-husband’s cocky demeanor that mirrored the woman next to him. Hands tightening on the stroller’s handle, it took every minuscule of your soul not to slap him for showing up in your life again. A rigid and barely polite smile was what you shot the couple, hoping for this encounter to end as soon as possible. You had clothes to buy and after all, wasting time on entertaining them would be stupid.
“Good afternoon,” you mumbled, feet slowly moving forward to escape the duo smirking. They were definitely up to no good. “Never thought I’d see you here again.”
“Likewise, my dear.” Those judgemental eyes shifted between you and your son biting on his toy. It didn’t take more than a second for him to continue with his head tilted to one side. “How are you holding up? You know, being a single mother and all? Did your new man leave you with this squirt?”
S-single mother?
The woman next to him no doubt laughed at what he said, playing the role of his shitty new wife now he was hers, never ashamed that she was the mistress in the marriage. Birds of the same feather flock together in the end. Proud of himself at the pitiful jab, your ex-husband crossed his arms across his chest, waiting for your response. Thank his lucky stars your son couldn’t understand what he was implying or you would have resulted in more violent tendencies.
Speaking of violent tendencies…
A quick glance at the direction where Sanzu and his subordinates are confirmed your thoughts. He was observing intensely with those inquisitive blue irises. Even from a great distance, Mikey’s second in command had a fearsome aura. Deep down, you knew the pink-haired man recognized your scumbag of an ex-husband.
Whether you wanted him to interfere now, however, was up to you.
“Actually… I’m happily married.” Whether it was your words or the blissful expression on your face that irked them, pride swelled in your chest at the fact it rang with the truth. For added measure, you leaned down to wipe the saliva bubbling out your son’s lips. “Three years, exactly. This is our son—doesn’t he look adorable?”
A laugh that sounded more like a scoff was directed at your statement. Ex-husband or not, a part of you still hoped he would become a better man someday, even if it isn’t for you. Clearly, your past relationship with him just caused him to lead further down a bitter and vain path. Well, it was no longer of your concern and you love Mikey. The family you have now was the best thing that has ever happened and you won’t let any vile thing taint it—even if it is the man whom you used to love.
“Ha! Who on earth would even want you? A divorced pathetic woman…”
Still, with a smile that reached your ears, you replied animatedly, “You know him! There's no need for introductions. Manjiro, whom I’ve been best friends with since elementary—you definitely remember him, right? We married three years ago and had our baby boy. I’m a Sano now—Mrs.Sano.”
If your testimony to a better life after divorce wasn’t enough to anger your ex-husband into silence, the mere mention of Mikey did. It was no secret that he hated Mikey ever since elementary, and has always been jealous of him since day one. That envy grew more as the years went by, enough for him to pursue and marry you to at least win over the invisible man. Because if Sano Manjiro could not have you, then he was a mere loser. However, all those years of coveting to be better than Mikey fell to the wayside. In the end, you still ended up with the person he hated and yearned to become.
Not reading the atmosphere, the woman next to him clicked her tongue in annoyance. “So what if you’ve got a new husband and you have a child? It doesn't change the fact that your first marriage was a failure and that is alone a huge no-no. I mean, shouldn't you be afraid it might happen again? You seem like the type of woman any man would leave for another. History repeats itself.”
“If history does repeat itself then you better watch your back,” you giggled softly and calmly, shifting your gaze between your frustrated ex-husband and his lover, whose face has turned redder than the color of her nails. “Who knows, he might do the same and leave you for a different w—”
“Shut up, shut your fucking mouth!” Pointing an accusing finger at you, your ex-husband hissed. “If there's anyone to blame for our failed marriage, it’s you. You’ve never loved me and liked that stupid Manjiro. I was only a victim—” The rest of his sentence was cut off as realization sunk into his feeble mind. Sano Manjiro was the leader of the notorious gang, Bonten. You married him—a dangerous criminal. To fight you now would be a death sentence. Immediately, he grabbed his wife’s hand and gritted his teeth. Legs ready to run away, far from you. “Never show up in front of us again, you conniving bitch.”
Your hands were instantly covering your son’s ears, glaring at the couple, especially at the man you used to call husband. Indeed, he is scum. “I advise you not to curse around my son. His father wouldn't be forgiving.” This conversation has gone too far and has evoked more dark thoughts than you possibly could imagine. One that you wanted to entertain was slapping the shit out of the scumbag. Yet, karma would definitely do your bidding without having to lift a finger. To leave it up to fate how it shall deal with the people who have wronged you was far better than to cause a scene. “It wasn't nice meeting you again, I have to be honest, so likewise. I do wish this will be the last time. Have a great life, if you can.”
Hand waving at them in farewell, you refused to glance at them and continued your initial plan to visit more stores despite the exhausting confrontation. Narrowed eyes kept glancing in your way which was accompanied by stomping. Whether he wanted to yell out at you, your fuming ex-husband could only retreat with his tail tucked in between his legs while dragging his wife with him. You then forgot about it while shopping for more baby clothes, cooing at your son now fast asleep. It was another normal day once more. Your soft humming echoed around the car as you were driven home. The moment you got inside the penthouse, Mikey was there to greet you. You gave him a kiss on the cheek before excusing yourself to put the toddler in his bed.
But a certain someone didn’t—could not forget about what happened earlier.
Sanzu was quick to tattle to his superior about the major occurrence that afternoon involving you and your ex-husband, preferably his distasteful comments. Nothing was left under the sun and the second Sanzu was finished, Mikey sighed. Those watchful dark eyes followed where your figure went, carrying the life of the room that put the big chandelier in the living room to shame, to see if you were within earshot. You weren’t.
“He said that?” Manjiro muttered, fingers removing the lint from the couch’s pillow before blowing it into the air. “Fucking coward can’t even face me so he results in badmouthing me in the back and also insulting my wife…”
“What do we do, Mikey? That fucker shouldn’t be alive after what he said.”
“No need to tell me that twice,” he sighed while sinking further into the couch. His dark irises moved to the huge wedding portrait that adorned the wall above the fireplace, and a smile graced his thin lips at the beautiful dress you wore. You were so beautiful, especially when you were pregnant with his baby. Anyone who tries to wrong you is going to die. “Arrange a lil’ ‘accident’ for him. Make sure it’s clean.”
“And what of his wife?”
“Surely you know there are markets that accept body parts. Do what you think is best.”
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EVERMORE
Character/s: Souya Kawata
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sex, soft sex, emotional sex, protected sex (reader is on pills), lots of fluff, use of pet names, cunnilingus, and romance. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by @sohya 💕 thank you so so much and hope you like it love 🥺💖
Synopsis: After proposing out of the blue, Souya has to make the evening a perfect one as best as he could.
WC: 4k
Part One | Part Two
Marriage and having a family. A goal or sometimes a necessity for some you haven’t considered since leaving the comforts of your family home or even after graduation. It never crossed your mind, too busy pondering where you’re gonna live or how to pay taxes. Whenever asked about it, the usual answer is never had you ever thought you’d find somebody perfect to share that experience with. In short, you always come up with a blank slate—sometimes excuses just so they’d leave you alone. Why? Because marrying someone and spending a life with them until death was quite daunting. Having a family and taking care of kids was a responsibility not made for everybody. That was how it was for you… Not until Souya walked into your life with every bit of his actions spelling out the word love in all its unique hues and shapes.
Kawata Souya, a man perfectly imperfect to come your way and change your outlook in life in the simplest of ways.
He didn’t pressure you into marrying him or even bring up the subject of having kids during the first date. Didn’t mind that you insisted on paying, saying it was your treat and he can do so next time. Most individuals nowadays found it better to know whether they could earn a wage fit enough to have a family or to secure a house. Ever practical, you suppose. People like that were somehow admirable, living life faster than a speeding car without breaks, knowing where to go. The thought alone terrified you.
Slow. You two were taking it slow, a pace both of you were comfortable with. And it wasn't a bad decision—seeing how it has played well for the both of you. Those three years were heaven on earth, no doubt about that. Being with Souya brought the most out of you and the same goes for him whenever you were involved. Moving in together was probably the biggest step the relationship took other than consummating it. It sounded kind of silly to be struggling with facing intimacy, but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel skeptical while listening to your friends’ escapades in the throes of lust and carnal desires humans have. There was no way they didn’t question it or feel anxious just baring themselves to another person, much less a stranger. Certainly, they had to face the underlying terrors of whether you smelled good, if your partner was clean, or if your breath didn’t smell like the tacos you ate earlier prior to ending up in bed. Everything was a big bowl of glitter—looking at it seemed fun, but sticking your hand into it wasn’t actually as comfortable as one would want it to be.
But Souya wasn’t a stranger, let alone a person you couldn't trust to be vulnerable with.
“Shouldn’t we cross this street?” You pointed at the other side that had a shortcut leading back home. “We’ll be back at the house in no time and I’m sure…”
The rest of your words died out when Souya set the groceries by the side and removed his scarf. Watching him silently approach you and start wrapping it around your neck, you failed to notice him backing away after he was finished. Mind almost close to malfunctioning at the scene. Did he just…?
A small curl on his lips out of pride, your boyfriend nodded at his handiwork. Noticing your confused—more like dumbfounded—stare, Souya raised a brow then shrugged. It wasn’t until he was grabbing the groceries that you snapped out of your momentary stupor.
Fuck, I must've looked stupid.
“‘t was getting cold. Was afraid you might catch a cold.” Linking his free hand with yours, Souya cleared his throat. The unmistakable tint of pink etched across his cheeks was probably not due to the cold atmosphere. “And no, let’s take the other path. Heard there might be troublesome bastards in that area. Is that okay with you?”
How can he be so romantic without trying?
Averting your head and chuckling at how hot your cheeks were, you nodded. “Y-yeah! No problem at all!”
No, your boyfriend wasn’t a mere faceless extra in the crowd. Had him memorized like the back of your hand. Those three years being together was testimony to that. A best friend, a lover, the one you can count on to wait for you while you tie your shoelaces that came undone—Kawata Souya was the missing piece to your half and he was standing here, asking you to marry him in the most random way and time possible. To bear his last name and be the sole person to stay by his side for the rest of his mortal days. Like any other human being, you were too stunned to utter a word no matter how hard you tried to move your lips. Somehow, Souya found it amusing. Evident in the slight curl of his lips as he brushed past you to grab and open the cake he bought. Taking your silence like the good champ he was because after all, your boyfriend was a man with few words. It was a bit concerning.
Others would have started losing their heads.
“Why don't we eat? I’m sure you’re starving. Let’s also order at that favorite sushi place of yours.” Looking back at you, your boyfriend smiled. “Just relax, okay?”
Come on, say something!
“Souya…” Breath caught up in your throat, your hands were playing with the hem of your shirt. Afraid you might mess up your words. Heart pumping erratically inside the ivory cage it is in, begging to be heard above the quiet atmosphere of the evening. “I-I… um.” Why does it feel so hard to say that one word? One you can easily utter for him but because of how abrupt it was, the state of being lost for words was getting the better of you. Mouth clamped up and tongue tied.
God, don’t leave him hanging! He must be absolutely nervous inside…
“Love.” Approaching you with the calmest expression you’ve ever seen, Souya pressed a chaste kiss on your cheek then turned to your back, gently nudging you. Of course, he sensed your astonishment. You just hope he noticed how warm you were, especially your burning cheeks to take your lack of words as rejection. “No need to answer right away. Just go and sit on the couch, ‘kay? You look like you might pass out. I’ll go call the sushi restaurant and cut the cake.” Patting your shoulder, he then proceeded to shoo you out of the kitchen. “Go on.”
Mentally chastising yourself, you trudged to the living room and flopped down on the cream-colored couch with a sigh. How could one relax after being proposed to? The usual scene of the lucky person crying while accepting the ring entered your mind, making you snort. You were sure back then that if Souya were to get down on one knee with the brightest diamond sitting on the ring, you’d be bawling the biggest tears in history. Yet, even in the comforts of your home and in the tiny kitchen, he had you rendered speechless to a point it hasn’t even sunk into your head that it actually happened. You even thought Souya would be the most anxious one when crossing this path, but oh, you were the one whose ass couldn’t sit still while sneaking glances at your boyfriend—wait, shouldn’t he be your fiance now?
Well, he did ask, and even if I didn’t verbally answer, it would be a solid yes.
Then, a palm flew to your mouth to muffle your gasp.
Holy shit, we’re really engaged, huh?
Head empty of thoughts other than Souya and the surprising engagement, you almost missed the doorbell and Souya coming out of the kitchen to receive the sushi. Composing yourself, you fought hard not to start squealing out of nowhere. Eyes falling on the bouquet he bought, you couldn’t help but smile. He’s so cute. Taking it from the coffee table, you brought it up close to you and smelled one of the white roses. Definitely… I love him. With you occupied smelling the heavenly scent of the flowers and making a mental note to have them displayed on the nightstand, you missed your boyfriend’s lingering stare.
Compared to his tranquil demeanor and the first initial confidence he had, Kawata Souya was absolutely screaming at himself inwardly.
No, he wasn’t regretting his decision. Absolutely far from regret. He wants to marry you. There was no doubt about that. Souya just wished he thought more about it before popping the question where his emotions and the need to take care of you weren’t clouding his mind. He didn’t even have a ring prepared! Surely you were stunned because there was no effort on his part at all, knowing such a momentous occasion should have been grander than eating sushi and cake at home while celebrating your anniversary. He should’ve taken you out tonight, at some fancy restaurant, wearing a beautiful dress while sipping champagne in fancy flutes. A pretty ring on your finger after his marvelous proposal that would have Nahoya patting his back for a job well done.
A ring—he has to buy a ring first thing tomorrow morning. And book a table at that romantic restaurant advertised online.
Clearing his throat and snapping out of his thoughts, he called, “Love, dinner time!” Not glancing to see if you were on your way, he set the plate filled with assorted sushi down on the dining table and headed for the refrigerator. “Do you like to drink wine, too? What about ice cream?”
He hopes you don’t notice how jittery he is while pouring himself wine, the burgundy liquid sloshing around the glass as he holds it. While being in an intoxicated state of mind wasn’t actually something Souya wanted in such an important discussion pertaining to marriage, a little alcohol in his system could certainly boost his already wavering confidence. Let loose, he had to let loose for now. Either that or he will certainly have his emotions exploding out and laying on the wooden table, possibly even terrify you.
“Yeah, a glass will be fine.”
Placing your glass of wine next to your plate of sushi, Souya avoided your gaze as he sat down across from you. The slice of cake sitting daintily beside him is more interesting to look at than meet your gaze as of now. Despite sensing his slight apprehension, you paid no mind nor pointed it out and began eating. Knowing very well that if he started taking sips of wine, he was trying not to get so nervous. Hiding back the small smile that crawled onto your lips, you grabbed one egg sushi with the chopsticks before reaching out to hold it up near his lips. Baby blues met your gaze, momentarily confused until he realized you were feeding it to him. The way he silently chewed on it and gave you a thumbs up afterward caused you to giggle. Souya couldn’t help but pout.
“I… must’ve looked uncool to ‘ya, huh?”
“What?” Quirking a brow at his words, you made a dismissive wave of your hand. “Nah, nah. It’s just that… proposing out of nowhere caught me off guard. Anyone would be.” Voice lowering to a hushed whisper, lips in a pout of its own, you stole a glance at your bashful boyfriend whose face was slowly resembling a tomato as he grabbed his glass of wine again. Making languid sips as the time went by. Coughing, you gestured at his plate. “What’s the matter? Not hungry?” Hearing no reply, you continued. “Drinking on an empty stomach is bad, you know—”
“Do you wanna get married?”
Those inquisitive blue hues met with your line of sight once more, snatching your breath and words away. If anyone were to ask you what had you falling for Souya, it was definitely those eyes. The vivid color comforting and expressive even under the quiet night light while watching you fall asleep. Sadness is often connected to the shade, but it was also seen as tranquility and stability. Souya was all those things to you. A place you could be yourself was not built overnight, yet with your lover’s care and patience, it has come to be. There was no place you’d rather be in this world than in his arms at night, softly chuckling at how he summarizes his day injected with humor. Those soft curls and strong hands wrapped around your waist that you loved to wake up to. Truly, the answer to his inquiry was as bright as daylight ever since then.
Why was I even speechless in the first place?
“Yes.”
His immediate response did not come verbally but was shown through his cheeks flushing, hand shooting up to cover his mouth that couldn’t stop smiling. The reaction was contagious enough to have you grinning, although you were alright at displaying. Souya was quick to head back to the topic at hand and spoke in a quiet voice, “I see. Then, I must buy the ring tomorrow. Where do you think is the best shop? No, I must do my research tonight. I must also—”
“Wait, wait… slow down.” Lightly giggling at him rambling his thoughts away, you got up from your seat to approach him. Quick to rub his back in a soothing manner. Turquoise locks smooth and healthy under your chin, the faint scent of eucalyptus pleasant to your nose. “No need to buy a ring right away. I mean, I feel bad rushing you since you’re usually bustlin’ and all…”
Plus, Nahoya wouldn’t be so happy if his brother is out and about instead of helping at the ramen shop.
Taking a hold of your hand, Souya then squeezed it gently before pulling you down to sit on his lap. His face is inches away from yours. No matter how long it has been, having him this close still has your heart hammering in your chest like he was a silly crush of yours—soon-to-be husband…
My god, it’s really happening!
“There’s no need to feel bad, love. You deserve only the best, and I'll make sure you always do just like you wouldn't hesitate for me.” The grip he had around your waist was as assuring as his hand squeezing yours was. Conviction in those azure irises. And really, was there anything else you could say when he exudes confidence in keeping his promise? Tongue swiping out to moisten your lips, you missed the way those blues darkened as you nodded your head. A grin spreads across your face while wrapping your arms around his neck, giddy at the thought.
“If you say so…” Taking your glass of wine, you held it up and grinned. “Shall we toast? To our anniversary and getting engaged, babe?”
Mimicking your glee, Souya took his glass and then clinked it with yours. The corners of your lips never faltered, even as you sipped the burgundy drink. But your eyes remained on his, observing the way his Adam's apple bobbed while sipping his wine. Those pink kissable lips on the glass that parted once he was finished, a droplet escaping the flesh and almost slid down to stain the carpet if you weren't fast enough to wipe it away with your thumb. Souya’s gaze was once again on you, although this time, it was heavier and far more intimate to suit someone who was having an innocent dinner with their fiancee. And you were not oblivious to his rousing stare, even amplifying his awakened lust by lightly grinding your ass against his thick thighs and the hardening member confined in his pants. Swallowing, he sets his glass safely onto the table before landing on your thighs, rubbing or drawing abstracts on it.
“Thank you, baby.”
“I don’t think… a ‘thank you’ will suffice,” you challenged, rubbing your thighs together that didn't go unnoticed by him. A smirk slowly graced your features when he visibly swallowed, the grip on your thigh tightening. “I’ll be doing this for life, ‘ya know?” Lashes fluttering, you leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead and then on his nose. The way his lips quivered when you didn’t immediately plant a kiss on his mouth was almost laughable. But you, too, were aching to kiss him despite the teasing. “And tonight is our third year anniversary. Shouldn't we do… something that couples usually do?”
Emboldened by the alcohol and passion running through his system, Souya was quick to carry you to the bedroom. Dinner could wait, he was certain. Right now, what he wanted was to bask in your presence—from the intoxicating scent of your hair down to the plush flesh of your thighs. Souya was in no hurry, but every action he did was more hurried than the last. Especially when his tongue licked a stripe up your neck after peppering kisses on the sensitive skin there. Paying no heed to the excited squeal you elicited when he set you down on the mattress, quick to pin you down. The dazed expression on both of your faces was a spectacle on its own, fueling the need to feel each other.
“Souya…” Blinking up at him, you couldn’t help but melt as he released your hands to tuck back stray hairs behind your ear. The initial fervent emotions simmering down; the soft white light coming from the lamp coating the bedroom aided at mellowing out. Instead of the usual teeth clacking kisses and ripping off clothes that were almost customary after a rough night at work or when both of you were finished arguing, it was almost like the two of you were afraid to move. Afraid to harm the other. Terrified of something switching when one wrong move is made. But more importantly, scared to wake up and find out this was all a dream.
Scared to know whether you and he were really real at all.
Souya was the first to take the plunge, leaning down to kiss your head. His wandering hands are now on your waist, applying pressure there before moving up to cup your cheeks. Following his lead, you reached up to snake your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to lock lips with him. Brushing the pink flesh of his mouth, you hummed in delight before exchanging whispered sweet nothings. Your fiance took his time to rid of your clothing, unbuttoning and unzipping while his full attention was on your facial expressions. Yet, he was never met with any objection. Neither did you, as you unbuttoned his shirt, pushing back the material to expose his milky white chest. A shaky breath escaped your parted lips once your top joined his on the floor, followed by your pants. Clad only in your black lacy bra. Your heaving chest met his eye, causing his pants to tighten further.
Stunning, you were absolutely stunning.
“Love,” he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek and then your lips. Repeating the same process to your neck, shoulder, and collarbone. Just begging to be marked by his mouth and teeth. However, that would have to wait, for now. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” A kiss to your nose. His hand felt up your thigh, prying it apart from the other. “So beautiful. Got so fuckin’ lucky.” Another kiss, this time in between your brows. The elastic hem of your panty is found by his fingers, hooking his index around it prior to sliding them down. A moan came out of your mouth once your damp folds were met with cool air, a line of slick connecting it to your underwear. “I love you, baby.”
“Love you too, baby.”
“Fuckin’ love you. So, so much… Having you as my wife would be the happiest day of my life.”
“Mhm, your brother would be sad to hear that,” you giggled, meeting him halfway for another kiss on the mouth, tasting the sweetness and also the bitterness of wine. “You did tell him the happiest you’ve been… was when Sugoaku opened its doors.”
Souya chuckled, trailing kisses down to your stomach and to where you needed him the most. “He’ll have to understand. He’s a grown man now to be upset over things like that.” Looking up to meet your glossy irises, your fiance smiled. “Besides, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Hissing at the delectable pleasure of Souya’s tongue lapping up your juices and the sinful sound of it, you weren’t sure what to take a hold of—his soft curls or the sheets. Either way, the blinding bliss was far too enticing to even pay attention to anything else other than the promise of ecstasy Souya was giving you. It didn’t take long for your melodic moans and choked sobs to filter across the room, clit throbbing. Souya aimed to have you come undone with his mouth alone and he did, eyes unable to leave your spasming form. Ignoring the stinging pain of his scalp when you pulled on his hair.
“S-Souya—ah, please… Need you, love. Need you ‘s badly!” Tears rolled down the apple of your cheeks, desperate to feel him. Desiring to hold him close as you reach your peak as you always did whenever he brought you to that plane of heightened euphoria only he could bring. And Souya could feel it—sensing your urgency. His pants flew to the other side of the room, along with your bra. “Wanna have you inside, love. I’m on the pill, r-remember? Hurry, please…” Brushing away the teardrops that have fallen, he cupped your cheeks again.
“Shh, I’ll take care of you, baby. Alright?”
Nodding at his words, the rest of your words materialized into a breathy groan once his cock stretched your slick gummy walls. Crescent moons on his shoulder. Breathing in his scent and your perfume mixed with sweat. His throaty groan is loud and raw against your ear, shaking you to the core. Even when this isn’t the first time you two are having sex, emotions were high and you felt like crying at the familiarity of it all—him fully inside of you that you could grasp the entirety of his girth, the veins running down his cock down to his balls pressed against your behind. Especially once he started thrusting, grabbing your free hand, and intertwining your fingers together. The act alone speaking in volumes—that he would be with you every step of the way. You were unsure whether it was sweat or tears dampening your face, but Souya cooed and pressed more kisses to your face in hopes to soothe you in the throes of your intense ardor. Never did he stop to question how you clung to him or continued to shed tears, taking it all in and understanding your sensitive state brought by the special occasion that has occurred.
“You’re doin’ so well, baby.”
“S-Souya…”
“You are so beautiful like this,” he groaned at your walls squeezing his cock, intent on having him spill it all inside. Eager to experience the entirety and what he could give tonight. And Souya yearned for the same with you. “My pretty girl, it’s alright—shit, so tight… So perfect, you’re perfect, baby.”
“Love, p-please—wanna cum together.” Biting back a sob, the grip you had on him strengthened akin to how an anchor is to a ship. One could easily drown in the depths of love and you were no stranger to this, hanging tight to stay on the ground unless it was both of you who would be ascending to ecstasy. Holding on to that edge for him, all for Souya. Readily doing so because he would do the exact same thing, no matter how hard it was. Biting hard on your wobbling lip, you keened. “Souya!”
Just like a reliable anchor, Souya was quick to pull you back to earth after a shattering orgasm accompanied by a bright light that almost had you collapsing and nodding off. Wrapping his strong arms around you, he wiped away the tears that ran down aimlessly while showering you with kisses so sweet and addictive. And what was crazier to grasp was these kisses would be a thing you’d experience every waking moment with Kawata Souya, the man you were going to marry soon. Your destined other half. The man you love and somehow, that was everything.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
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GOLD LEASH
Character/s: rich boy!Hanma Shuji
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sex, non-con kissing, baby trapping, hanma is sometimes an asshole, unprotected sex, edging, creampie, cum play, cum facial, breeding kink, reader spanked twice, exhibitionism, mentions of public sex, slight manhandling, mentions of marathon sex, degradation, pet names and manipulation. Minors do not interact.
Notes: commissioned by bby @marism (◕દ◕)💕 hope u like it love and sorry for the delay.
Synopsis: Hanma Shuji always gets his way, even if it doesn’t sit right with you—he will.
WC: 5k
Hanma Shuji, resident scoundrel of the university and the menace responsible for blowing up the lab weeks ago that made a huge buzz around campus suddenly claimed he had a crush on you. At least that’s what he said upon confronting you in the library weeks ago while you were searching for a copy of that textbook your professor was reading.
You think the dirty bastard is hoping to become a player with your heart as his new toy.
Normally, anyone would steer clear of him in hopes of not getting unwanted attention from the infamous student, but in a university belonging to a small world, it was hard not to cross paths with Hanma once or twice. It was a bit confusing how he was accepted by such a prestigious institution. Imaging him studying or even just coming to class like any average student will seem more like a myth than the existence of warlocks. But contrary to his reputation, Hanma Shuji was passing with flying colors—much to your surprise because you’d think he was paying to get those aces. Yet, he did not strike you as the type of person to possess such wealth to be able to bribe the university. Considering how he appeared like he wasn’t rich like the other men in your class and lived like he was sleeping on the streets. Still, you did not want to associate with him because of his tendency of being a troublemaker. Him, on the other hand…
“Babe, do you think I should go to the library later?”
“Why on earth would you ask me what you should do? Shouldn't that be your problem?” Brows pinched in annoyance, maneuvering around to dodge his tattooed sin hand reaching out to touch you, to be able to wrap his fingers around any part just so he could pull you close. The corners of his lips curled at your hostile reaction but welcomed it nonetheless. “And don’t call me 'babe'. We’re not dating—”
“Yet,” he chuckled to tease you, which he succeeded based on the irritated glare that you shot the man before walking away. Hoping he wouldn't follow you to the library. “Come on, we could have a little study date. What do ‘ya say?”
But this is the Hanma Shuji that poked around where his nose didn't belong. The same Hanma Shuji who trashed the nearby cafe by bringing a couple of his rowdy friends yet still manages to befriend one of the smartest students here. Yes, Hanma Shuji who wouldn't leave you alone despite being blown off countless times because you weren't interested in dating a man who seemed like he hasn’t showered in days but was still sought after by the girls in your department. Your mother may have said never to judge a book by its cover, but you weren't even sure if Hanma is genuine. It came to the point he was rumored to be a sleaze, leeching off from the women he slept with from copying homework to receiving no resistance in intimacy.
Was it because he seemed vulnerable? Approachable? Someone whom they can baby? That facade of helplessness is really beneficial for him, huh?
It’s quite hard to see the gentleman's appeal through the confident smirks, the tattered jeans, baggy shirts, and hoodies—the tattoo on his hands and gold chain earring screaming he wasn’t one you could take home to meet your mother without her questioning your taste. And yet, even with that sort of ensemble, Hanma Shuji just seemed… handsome? As much as it pains you to admit this, he is indeed a good-looking guy especially if you look past the foul mouth and nefarious reputation he was known for. What's more, you found the ever-present smug grin on his face quite frustratingly attractive.
But then again, the reminder of him being an asshole and a total player was like a hanging guillotine over your neck—there was no way he’d take you seriously. It would be a damn miracle if he does. Not that you wanted him to!
And what do I have to be so worried about? There’s no way I’ll fall for a jackass like him. If anything, I’d rather kiss a fish than him. There’s just no way… right?
Yeah, there was no way you’d fall for a guy like Hanma Shuji, who didn’t even ask if he could corner you in the library and kiss you squarely on the lips. Body frozen out of surprise, you stared at him with wide eyes, pupils taking in the heated desire in those golden ones that never broke contact. Gauging your reaction silently as his tongue slowly slid out of his lips to swipe at your lower lips, hoping you’d let him in so he could taste and see if you were divine as he thought you’d be. And really, with his huge palms reaching up and touching your hips, waist, and lower back—goosebumps rose across your flesh akin to daisies popping out in spring, your lower region coated with slick in betrayal at your conviction of not falling for Hanma. What cemented it, however, was when you found yourself kissing him back. Intent on tasting him, too.
Sweet—intoxicatingly sweet, is what Hanma tasted like.
A thin string of saliva connected both of your tongues upon pulling away, so obscene yet mesmerizing to look at. His haunting gold hues smoldered while yours were dazed, mouth parted as you caught your breath. The library is silent as it can be, but you fear anyone who may pass by the bound volume section could hear your heart hammering inside your ivory ribcage. If anyone could see you two together, the scoundrel of the campus locking lips with the darling student of your department—heads would definitely start flying and mouths chattering around the hallway on why you agreed to become another notch on his belt would echo for days. Good thing the only witnesses were the books and the wind entering the open window. Orange leaves falling in the background ever so beautifully never fails to cast a calm over your chest.
But, fuck, no matter how much you stared at it, or perhaps even drink an endless amount of tea could have your pounding heart shut up and return to its normal pace. All due to Hanma Shuji kissing you in the library out of nowhere because he can.
Punch him—you wanted to punch the living daylights out of that ridiculously handsome man along with his smug smirk. To wipe that shit-eating grin off his face and give him the middle finger for extra good measure.
“Did ‘ya like it so much to still be speechless, babe?” he chuckled, finding enjoyment in your indignant state, even if he was the one who caused it. “If we date, that can be an everyday thing. Perhaps even more—”
“No thank you,” you hissed, careful not to scream at him for his rash behavior, cheeks aggravating warm. “There won’t be any of that kissing! If you wanna mess around, find someone else or go to your usual whores, alright? Leave me out of this—I’m never dating you.”
Really hilarious of you to say that to his face, only to wind up sitting next to him on your couch, in your apartment and him kissing and marking up your neck five days later. The dingy wallpaper mockingly laughing at you, same with the floors and every corner that screamed about his presence from the discarded scarf, the combat boots by the door to the glasses he wore sitting on the coffee table. All of them screamed the same thing at you.
What a hypocrite she is.
“So pretty… Don’t be shy, moan more for me, babe,” Hanma whispered, golden irises rivaling the sun’s searing hue peering up to drink in your blissful expression etched across your features. Hand with sin crawling up your back, making it past the hem of your shirt to fully rid you of your bra. The other, punishment, pinching one of the taut nipples that had you whining into the air. “That’s it—more, more, more. Let me hear you, babe.”
Hanma Shuji was definitely good with his hands and tongue. Expertly eliciting a lewd moan rivaling that of a seasoned pornstar that had the golden-eyed man smirking against the supple flesh of your inner thighs. The taste of your delectable slick on the rough surface of his tongue continued to tease and lick your throbbing clit, eager for more after pulling two orgasms out of you already. The pajamas you wore left to gaze up at the ceiling next to his hoodie on the floor. Who were you in the face of such deliriously pleasant ecstasy that would never be achieved by your own fingers or the many toys you have discarded because they were never enough to make you reach that plane of bliss?
“Hanma… more, gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Sobbing into your hand, your gaze never left the intoxicating sight of Hanma’s head in between your legs. You couldn’t even begin to grasp the reality that he was here, in your apartment after giving a shitty excuse to see you and is now eating you out on the old couch from your parents’ house. You shouldn’t have believed him—saying that he wanted to copy your notes from literary class. But then again, you were rejoicing inside that you did. Because you didn’t know anyone who could eat pussy this good than him.
“My baby is gonna cum again?” he hummed, eyes twinkling in glee at you keening. Both of his hands kept your legs from closing in, wanting to focus on having you squirt just by his tongue alone. “Come ‘n, cum in my mouth. Wanna see this pretty pussy squirt for me.”
Juices coating his chin, lips, and his nose, Hanma Shuji blinked up and knew he has found the one—enchanted by your pretty face all fucked out and nipples all perked up. His initial attraction to you may have been fueled by some of his peers. Because no one has ever tried to date the pretty girl of the department and officially became her boyfriend. When Hanma knew you had been single for a long time, he began to think you were some stuck-up bitch who’d spread her legs immediately after a few hints of his background. But surprisingly, you weren’t. You were sometimes a bitch though, he was not gonna lie. With the way you would continuously give him the cold shoulder, Hanma almost thought he was daydreaming whenever you acted out of kindness.
It irritates him to know that you were indeed the total sweetheart everyone knew to anyone who isn’t him, Hanma Shuji.
He had fun chasing after you through corridors and in the library. Hoping to catch you off guard and talk to you. To see how what was all the buzz about you and why those poor fuckers couldn’t get in your pants. He never saw it coming that he’d be like those fools he made fun of. It wasn’t soon. Wasn’t too long before that hunger for the taste of victory morphed into something stronger that fueled the enigma named Hanma Shuji.
He wanted to possess you.
“Are you really gonna sit through this class?” Eyes narrowed at your lover sitting next to you in a lecture he had no business in, you were close to pinching his ear and pulling him out the door. Who wouldn’t feel the same way when everyone here was all so serious in listening while Hanma was munching on a bag of chips in tattered jeans and a hoodie that looked like it hasn’t been washed for a month? You just wished he’d make an effort to appear more…
More what, exactly?
“Why not?” He grinned, waving a half-eaten chip in your frowning face that was equally flaming due to the stares you both received. “I wanna be next to you at all times as much as I can. I’m afraid you’d run off with another boy while I’m not lookin’.” Sticking out his tongue, Hanma then sent a wink your way. The corners of your lips were hard to keep from curling whereas you tried to avoid his fingers finding their way to yours. Ignorant to those golden eyes locking with another male student who was staring too long to receive a glare from your boyfriend.
Yes, Hanma Shuji wants to possess you.
Down to the roots of your hair to the soles of your feet, Hanma Shuji desires to have you forever no matter what it takes. So, when you decided to agree to become his girlfriend after two months of going back and forth, Hanma felt like he was on cloud nine. And he wasn’t the type to beat around the bush, quick to claim what is his without any qualms. It was the least he could have after enduring days of you completely snubbing him or having him wait around. Not that he could blame you though. Of course, you’d be wary to let someone like him into your life.
Especially when it’s a man who strayed from commitment for so long. Breaking his own law for you—the sudden sweet rainfall in the middle of a hot summer day that was always constant in his world.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Anyone who’d merely hear your boyfriend cooing would think he was doing it out of concern. Perhaps a book fell on top of you or a splinter made its way into your finger from the old wooden bookshelves. But no, the bastard was a sadist—mirth in his eyes while pinning your flustered self against the wall, inner thighs wet with your juices. The panty you wore was damp with slick too, almost sliding further down onto the floor. The book you were searching for haphazardly kicked to the side, the sight of it would have made any bookworm cringe or perhaps even scold you two. Much more to see a couple using the library as a spot to frolic. Still, Hanma didn’t care.
He never does, loving the thrill of having sex or just touching you indecently where anyone can see if they try through his towering frame. Why? The answer was quite simple and you wished you knew before you let him pull down your skirt to finger you here in the somehow private part of the library.
“Wanna cum?” Pumping two of his digits into your wet pussy, lips in a smirk at your attempts to muffle your moans that could’ve slipped past if you didn’t try hard enough. The hand sin definitely driving you insane. His hard cock pressing against your thigh, grinding slightly while cooing. If his other hand, punishment, was wrapped around your neck, you were quite sure you would’ve squirted all over the floor and screamed. The idea of abandoning shame and being fucked by Hanma like an animal was tantalizing. “Go on, babe. Cum for me, yeah? Wanna cum so bad? I know you do.” Chuckling at the small mewl you let out, your cocky boyfriend was quick to slow down his pumping that earned an impatient groan from you. He clicked his tongue. “Don’t want you to cum on my fingers—want you to cream around my cock like the cockslut you are. Should train this slutty cunt of yours, mhm? Taking my dick almost every day it’s a surprise you still whining how it doesn’t fit.”
That’s because you’re so fucking huge, asshole!
“S-Shuji… wanna cum ‘s bad! P-please.” Tears pooled around your eyes, threatening to roll down your hot cheeks as he resumed the rapid thrusting of his long digits that you swore you felt them brush against your cervix. How long is he going to keep you on the edge? For sure you would start sobbing aloud if he prevented you from cumming again, having been commanded not to unless he told you so. But for how long? “Please, Shuji—can’t t-take it any longer. F-fuck, please let me cum! Shit.”
Should’ve known Hanma Shuji was a fucking sadist who had a penchant for hardcore thrills. However, it was his daring character that had you continuously on your toes, especially in the throes of lust. Never had you ever experienced boredom with your boyfriend and he, too, felt the same way. His thirst for an enjoyable time was equal to his appetite for sex. Fucking your cunt like he was going to put a baby in you every time.
“Nhngh!”
He never thought the good girl was such a whore for his cock and only his. There was no need to corrupt you or bend you to his ways when you would readily do so at the sight of his dick sticking out. Drunk on his touches and love that he wasn’t shy to show to the universe. Not even to your parents, who invited him for dinner after months of scrutinizing him. Blissfully sitting on the living room couch, unaware he had you on your knees by the garden, the moonlight guiding his illicit actions.
“Open that mouth fuckin’ wide, my slut.” Punishment pulling your hair, keeping your head up while sin pumped his long veiny cock, the tip furiously red as it spurted out another load onto your face. Some landing on your lips and tongue. Seeing his milky substance coating your face and some sticking to your lashes was his favorite sight other than seeing your pussy leaking with his semen. “You like this, huh? Love kneeling for me and having your mouth used like a fleshlight… Do your parents know they have a slut for a daughter?”
“S-Shuji…”
Or even when he had you keening on one of the park’s benches, in the middle of the night. Legs shaking and littered with goosebumps as you bit your lower lip to keep from moaning like a wild animal in heat. His cum running down your thighs and staining the seat. Puffs of air coming from your parted lips materialize in the cold atmosphere. The soft ah's egging him on to piston his hips at a rapid pace that had you close to sobbing out for him to slow down. But there is no way he would. The skirt you wore lying on the ground next to Hanma’s right foot. Plump pussy folds parting for his cock like a hot knife through butter, damn wet for him to easily slide in and out. Never had you complained whenever he wanted to fuck your cunt any time, anywhere, or have your mouth wrapped around his cock.
His perfect sweet little girlfriend.
“Shu—fuck, someone might see!”
“Good.” Slapping your left butt cheek, Hanma chuckled at the broken whine you elicited. “Have them see my whore. All mine to fuck, to keep—my fucking pet. Isn’t that what you want? Your sick fantasy to be seen like this?” Dealing another slap to your ass, your boyfriend groaned at your gummy walls tightening around his throbbing cock. Ready to give you another load of his thick fertile cum.
“N-no, I don’t want anyone—ah! Holy shit, r-right fucking there!”
Hanma Shuji aimed to please, surprisingly. Though he wasn’t one who would bend nor bow to anyone, especially against his will, he was shockingly kind behind closed doors. Taking off the tough mask he wore like a second skin to guard himself from anyone who wished to lay their filthy hands on him. But with you, Hanma was almost like a tamed lion.
Almost, that is.
Those escapades to the most secretive spot or barely just private might have stayed to the minimum number in a month if Hanma didn’t take you to see his parents—rather, his whole family one evening during a party. What’s even more shocking than to see him appearing all pristine and dashing while pulling up to your apartment in a silver Bentley Mulliner Bacalar was when you figured out he was more well-off than he portrayed himself to be at the university. The rough Hanma Shuji you knew was nowhere to be found, replaced with a well-mannered man who wore expensive glasses and his hair neatly styled.
Carnal images of taking that suit off of him and messing up his hair plagued your mind while staying by his side the entire time, shooting smiles at the strangers who were kind enough to greet you. Either that or they just wanted to please your boyfriend.
But that failed to distract you from the millions of inquiries that raced across your mind while entering the ballroom where the majority of the guests were. Easily feeling quite small and underdressed in such a crowd of glitter and gold.
“Shuji.”
Pulling your hand to clasp around his, Hanma whispered into your ear. Never did the plastered smile falter in the face of his family’s guests. “I know, I know. I have a lot to explain about all this—just enjoy the party for now, ‘kay? I’ll answer all your questions and whatever after. Could you do that for me, pretty?”
A nod was all you gave, not wishing to be a burden on such a glamorous event.
Yeah, waiting will be fine… He did say he’ll answer any question afterward.
“This is [Y/N], my girlfriend.” Hand steady on your back, Hanma proudly grinned at his parents as if he was presenting a rare jewel he found. The same feeling began to spread across your chest, beaming at the pair. “I’d like you to meet my parents, babe.”
They immediately shook your hand, welcoming you. However, you didn’t miss the lingering stares or the way his mother’s eyes widened at the introduction. As if they weren't expecting this to happen at all. For a moment, you thought it was because Hanma was never the type to stick to one girl or they were used to seeing their son with a different girl every other day. Until you came along. Still, the staring never ceased and the hushed whispers may not be audible, but they were alarmingly inducing anxiety into your system. Enough to turn back at those whom you spoke to see if they were jumping onto the person beside them to gossip.
Then, just before you could bid farewell to Hanma’s parents for inviting you, quite ready to leave and just sleep back at your apartment, the women giggling past you were hard to ignore. Especially when their topic was Hanma, you, and some other girl.
“I thought he was supposed to marry that rich heiress his parents liked?”
“I thought so, too! They were engaged, after all.”
“Maybe she isn’t really his girlfriend. ‘Ya know, just another girl to have fun with—”
“Shh! Someone might hear you.”
It was to no one’s surprise that you refused to open the front door for your impatient boyfriend the next day. Keeping the door shut while standing beside it, listening to Hanma’s pleas to let him in and just explain. Demanding what was keeping you from opening it to what he did wrong. Mind now in a battle whether to have Hanma enter or to say outside. Paying no heed to your eyes glossy with unshed tears while holding on to the television remote like it was an object that could anchor you through this sudden twist of events.
He was engaged the whole time?
“Babe? I know you’re inside. Please, talk to me.”
Am I… the other woman? Hanma made me the fucking other woman? Have I been naive enough to let him do this to me?
“Baby, listen to me… Whatever you heard at the party, I’ll tell you the fuckin’ truth. Anything, fuck—just please… Please give me a chance to explain.” Voice beginning to sound hoarse from trying to reach you, to appeal to you muddled mind, Hanma rested his head against the wooden surface and sighed. “If you heard about that stupid engagement, that was years ago—it was already broken off. Baby, I’d never lie to you. Just please know this.”
To give him the benefit of the doubt was what you did, opening the door and stepping aside to let him in. The relief in his body radiating strongly as he immediately embraced you, whispering words of gratitude and that he’ll explain.
And he did, leaving out no tiny detail from his rich family, the arranged engagement and fighting off his parents’ wishes for him to settle down with the heiress they meticulously picked out for their beloved son. The way he dressed and acted on campus was a way to protest. Because no elite family would want their daughter to marry a guy acting like he lived on the streets all his life. And that he was an independent man and if he wanted to get married, he’ll be the one to chose who he’ll spend the rest of his life with. Not his family or anyone for that matter. Hanma benefited greatly from this rebellion—being able to do whatever he wanted which led him to meeting you.
His pretty angel.
He’d be damned in eternal suffering if he doesn’t clip your wings soon enough.
Lips parting almost the entire time while listening to Hanma out of astonishment, you swallowed hard and hoped your ears were deceiving you when Hanma brought up the topic of marriage. Particularly, between you two. You, who barely saw what the world had to offer and haven’t even finished your degree, becoming his pretty wife. The mother to his future children that may inherit his family fortune. And him, as your loving husband.
“Wouldn’t that be a great sight?” Hanma laughed lightly, reaching a hand out to rub against your shoulder that was stiff under his warm palm. “Just imagine it, babe. If we get married, my parents will finally shut up about me marrying that heiress. What do ‘ya say?”
To say you were fucking spooked was an understatement.
“W-what are you sayin’? You wanna get married—Shuji, we haven’t even graduated yet. Plus, we’ve been only dating for months!” Hugging yourself, you shot him with an uncertained expression. Unsure where this conversation was head. “Aren’t we… moving too fast? I mean, we can get married but what if we suddenly start disliking one another afterward? I think it’s best if we just take it slow, yeah?”
Golden irises dripping with hidden malice under the guise of good intentions, Hanma stayed silent, a barely there smile on his features, while listening to you ranting. His tattooed hands inching closer to massage your back, to have you stop and just relax. There was no way you’d listen to his reason in such a panicked state. Why weren’t you as ecstatic like he figured you would be? Weren’t you just distraught at the mention of him engaged to another woman minutes ago?
Wouldn’t the chance of marrying Hanma Shuji be such a great thing to achieve? Better than any shitty diploma or recognition?
“Yeah, we can do that. Slow…”
If he somehow told you his parents didn’t approve of you marrying him, would you have answered his question differently? Hanma wished he knew. Yet, either way, he wouldn’t stop there just because you weren’t ready or his parents were complete idiots to see how much you mean to their precious son. Oh no, Hanma Shuji always—fucking always—gets what he wants. And that is to have you on all fours on his king sized bed, no fucks given whether his family could hear or the household helpers would have to clean the mess up after he was done breeding you. The expensive sheets and mattress soaked with your fluids that Hanma could taste forever without getting tired of. Creaking of the bed and your choked sobs filling his three thousand square feet bedroom the epitome of splendid music that rivaled Beethoven’s masterpieces.
Every piece of furniture graced with your touch, scent, and slick. But only Hanma Shuji gets to mark your skin, from hickeys to his milky cum painting your pussy folds, ass, face and lower back. Your whole being spread out for him, leaving no flesh unkissed by his lips, put any famous artwork to shame. The golden necklace he recently got you is the mere item he let you wore since arriving in the estate. No clothes accessible for you to be able to leave. And even as you protest for him to slow down, that you had to go back home after two days without leaving this room—seeing Hanma and him alone since then, your boyfriend would merely sigh. Good thing he could easily forgive you for complaining.
“Why leave?” A hard thrust had you keening, fingers digging into the silk sheets damp with both of your body substances. “Don’t ‘ya like it here, babe?” Pulling out to deliver another mind-numbing thrust, Hanma laughed at your fucked out expression. Eyes dazed with your tongue lolled out. Perked nipples slightly swollen after being sucked or pinched. His hand, sin, rubbing your stomach ever so lovingly to keep you grounded. “Don’t ‘ya like—ah—staying here while I fuck this pussy of mine silly?”
“Shwujii… ‘s too mwuch!”
“Nah, I know ‘ya, baby.” Grabbing your arms, he pulled you up to have your back against his chest. His hips resuming their pounding thrusts, having you moaning like a bitch in heat. Your ass cheeks jiggled each time they met his pelvis. The previous load his shot into your twitching cunt oozing out and forming a white ring around the base of his cock. Hanma’s dick so sensitive, he’d be shooting blanks soon. But he gave no fucks about that. For as long as he could ensure he’ll knock you up with his child, going as far to tamper your pills and mess with your period tracker, Hanma knew he was on the path to victory once more. No way his parents are gonna turn their backs on you once you are pregnant with their grandchild. “You can take one more, right? Gonna let me cum again inside this good pussy? Know you would.”
Shaking under his hold, you sobbed out his name when you felt him still. Hanma’s throbbing cock spurting out fertile semen directly into your womb while your whole body fell apart at the shattering ascend to your high for the nth time that day.
“Fuck. That’s my good girl ♡.”
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Character/s: shark hybrid!Rindou Haitani
Warnings: f!reader, hybrid au, curse words, sexual themes, non-con cunnilingus, non-con somnophilia, biting (rindou has sharp teeth), blood, rindou injured reader once, reader almost drowned, mentions of experimentation, rindou has a big dick, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, and hints of fluff. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by bby mari @marism 🥺💖 hope you like it!
Synopsis: The ocean is not only territory for big fish and predators alike.
✃WC: 4.1k
Studying marine animals in a tiny submarine was what you had in mind back when you were still a child, gushing about exploring the open seas. The thought of finding a rare species or maybe remnants of a megalodon was quite appealing to younger you, daydreaming of it one day while flicking through numerous picture books of whales and colorful fishes. But reality was often... disappointing, for lack of a better word.
A tiny submarine? All the foundation could give was a small sailboat you had to make do while out on the sea for six months. Studying interesting fishes or perhaps diving to study humpback whale behavior? Yeah, right... Your equipment wasn’t adequate for those nor your funds were. College has mostly eaten away your savings and the last thing you wanted was to end up homeless.
Still, you tried to find the joy in the boring long hours of scribbling data of common fish, waiting for something interesting that could happen in the tiny sailboat you had. Yet boredom was the hardest to get rid of, especially when you were all on your own.
Until life decided to give you a companion far more intriguing than any marine animal you ever came across with.
“Rindou, please don’t touch that.”
Looking up from the bucket that contained chum, Rindou’s purple eyes stared at you from where he sat cross-legged. The shirt you bought for him is too huge for his built, left shoulder bare for the world to see. At least it wasn’t his distracting abs on display. Now that you called for him, his attention was not on the disgusting contents of the bucket. You just wished he would be slightly guilty whenever he plopped right onto your lap as if that was where he truly belonged. Making himself comfortable there and urging you to pay him some attention, when you were supposed to be focusing on work.
“Rin, you know I’m supposed to be typing.”
“I know,” he simply mumbled, not leaving your lap. Instead, he leaned back against you. Though his weight was slightly crushing you, you did not have the heart to push him off or tell him to move. It wasn't like this at first between you two. Months of going back and forth, trying to understand each other were a bit grueling. Sometimes making you want to give up on the rare shark hybrid sitting contently on your lap while fighting the urge to poke a hole through your laptop screen with his sharp nails.
Meeting Rindou was quite memorable, for horrific reasons. A quick dip into the cool waters was your reward for yourself after finishing all the paperwork you had. Convincing yourself that this was all part of the research, you put on your bright blue bikini and exited the cabin where there was hardly any legroom. Maybe you’ll chance upon the cute turtles you saw the other day, was what you had in mind.
I mean, what could go wrong?
However, those turtles were not around that day—nor did they have the strength or the behavior to suddenly pull you under. Much less take a nibble on your thigh that was now bleeding, coloring the water near you crimson as you screamed bloody murder at the pain shooting up your nerves. Fear and shock were more likely playing a major factor as you thrashed around, wondering what the hell bit you. The instant image that materialized in your mind was a shark.
Yet, what greeted you was a man—no, scratch that, it wasn't human despite those legs it had instead of fins. Because there was no way this thing was while breathing underwater and staring at your horrified face with those almost dead-like violet eyes. He even had a dorsal fin on his back, lines that appeared to be gills on each of his sides just below his armpits. Even his skin was close to having that blue-ish color, hair reaching his shoulders vibrant in its hues of pink and purple. And fuck, those sharp teeth!
What the fuck?
Normally, a person bitten by a shark would’ve boarded the boat and called for help. However, as soon as you swam back to the sailboat, inspecting your wound that turned out only to be surface wounds considering the creature’s teeth didn't chomp off a part of your thigh, you remained there. Eyeing the strange thing every two seconds while disinfecting the bite marks and wrapping bandages around it. It hurt like a bitch to be bitten, but you were deeply relieved that it wasn’t a real shark. The thought of going back to the port and leaving whatever it was out there nagged at the back of your mind. That was until it spoke.
“That doctor was right. Humans don’t taste fuckin’ good.”
“W-what?” Anger bubbled up in your system when the creature’s words settled in your head. “You fucking bit me for that? To see if humans tasted good—what the fuck?!”
Everything was history from there on. He would often come up to the sailboat to bother you despite telling him to go away the moment the sun came up, leaving almost immediately when sunset arrived. Instead of letting you focus on your research about fishes around the area and the marine life there, the creature was often up to no good. From tasting your coffee to spilling it across your notes, you wished you could punch him in the face for all the trouble he has caused. This was how your relationship with the odd hybrid began and frankly, you didn’t like him at first. Rude, somewhat obnoxious, and cynical—that is what you’d describe him.
He wasn’t like the puppy boys or cat girls at all—far more... feral and relied on his savage side, is what he does. It was like having a shark for a pet, except it had two legs and a foul mouth. Whether that was an upgrade or not, you couldn’t tell.
“Didn’t I tell you to leave?” you hissed at the creature, holding back the urge to fling your wooden chair at him after minutes of listening to the tip of his nails being dragged and scratched on the side of the boat, irritating your ears and scaring any fishes away while you were typing on your phone. “The ocean is big—big enough for you to get lost in. Don’t you have better things to do than annoy me?”
“Nope.” He grinned quite smugly that you were sure you would’ve ripped his lips off if you weren’t keen on finishing up your work today before your head exploded out of exasperation. “It has been weeks since I saw a human being and you’re the first one to ever talk to me instead of leaving or dying out of fright.”
“Trust me, if it weren't for this job, I would've left the moment you bit me—which I haven’t forgiven you for.”
“I only did it for a taste test.”
“Fuck you.”
Rindou was his name. You wondered who gave such a nuisance a name, yet at the mention of a doctor, you didn’t have to figure it out. Hybrids were common to everyone and their grandma. The market for them rising over the years that companies around the world are often experimenting legally or not to make the next big thing. Just staring at this shark hybrid was a testimony to that. And when Rindou told you that he escaped the facility with his brother to see the world, you confirmed those suspicions.
“So... there’s two of you?”
At the idea of having not just one, but two annoying shark hybrids on earth made you crinkle your nose. One was already enough to have around, thank you very much.
Rindou nodded quietly, although he didn't seem happy with you asking and your interest in his sibling. The furrowing of his eyebrows was the telltale sign, making you even more curious as to why he felt that way. However, you didn't pry any further, for there was no point in doing so. At the end of the day, once your task here was done, you could be assigned somewhere else, moving further north where it gets colder. The possibility of becoming attached to Rindou when you were going to travel a lot had you gnawing on your bottom lip. This was merely a chance encounter. If you were to leave soon, there was no way he'd follow, right? After all, he did escape from whoever created him and certainly values his freedom not to get tied to another human again. Yeah, you mustn't get used to his temporary company. Rindou would definitely drop you any time soon and move on to the next entertaining item he could lay his eyes on.
Oh, how wrong you were to think that.
Three months since meeting the hybrid, Rindou has gotten far more comfortable around you. And surprisingly, you did too. Not that there were no differences to settle—there were plenty. It is quite amazing you and he has bonded together and formed a camaraderie despite those differences.
“You’ve certainly made yourself at home.” Eyes never leaving your laptop’s screen, you continued to type away your daily journal, logging everything that has occurred became a habit due to the nature of your job. Even if Rindou was around to pester you or somehow make you smile in the silliest of ways he could do, you still had to put bread on the table. “Don’t you wanna find your brother? Maybe explore the seas with him?”
“Still tryin’ to get rid of me, huh?” Rindou snickered, curling himself against your chest. You tried not to pay any heed to his head laying on your breasts, his muscles flexing, or how his ass was slightly grinding against your clothed pussy. There was no way you’d entertain that damning thought lurking in the back of your head, taunting you whenever the hybrid came back either naked or trudging around the sailboat in only the sweats you got him from your brief visit on the mainland. “I’ve gotten far too used to seeing your face to question your presence in these waters. Least you could do is let me stay here.”
“As I said, I’m here for work. Not playtime or whatever it is that's in that head of yours.” Mumbling, your brows creased at your sentences not making any sense because of how distracting he is. “And this boat is made for one passenger. One.”
“Your boss must be shitty not to provide you with a bigger boat.”
Silence once again envelops the tiny vessel, save for the sound of the boat rocking, the wind blowing on the sails, and the keyboard clicking. One would think his passive gaze on the laptop hinted at him being interested in the gadget when his eyes were elsewhere—your reflection. He’d never admit it aloud, not even to you, as to why he was still here. Indeed, the ocean was an enormous place and Rindou has yet to explore everything. But he’ll curse at himself for letting you go.
Ran may have been an obnoxious brother who frequently teased him at every chance he got, the older hybrid was frustratingly wise when he wanted to be. And when he and Ran managed to run free, the first thing his brother wanted to do was explore and find a mate.
“Rin, if you remain sulky and rude, the ladies won’t like you. How are you supposed to get through the mating season if you end up all alone, huh?”
Stupid Ran, of course he wouldn't end up alone. Now that he’s got you, Rindou wouldn't have to worry about jerking himself off until his palms bled for the entire mating season. You were physically appealing to him, loving the way your eyes sparkled whenever he made an unintentional joke or your hips that were a clear image of you capable of having children bumping into him when you were in a hurry to get out of the cabin. If he didn't know any better, Rindou could say he has found the perfect mate to spend his life with.
He may have won against Ran—who sadly isn’t around to bear witness—for the first time.
The remaining problem is, you didn’t know that was one of his reasons as to why he hasn’t left you alone. Thinking he was out here to snack on you whenever you weren’t looking or to annoy you until you leave. Poor Rindou didn’t know what to say or do at your harmless accusations. But he’ll rather die than beg you, knees on the ground and all, to become his mate. Rindou hoped you would make the first move in realization he was all you ever needed. Still, time was of the essence and summer was almost here.
He has to act fast before you become attached to someone else, having him inevitably spend more lonely nights in the water with no one to warm him up.
Finding the opportunity to get you alone wasn’t the hard part, thankfully. Rindou was all you had out here in the ocean. Yet, he had to compete with your work and other papers for your undivided attention. Then, there were those impromptu visits to the mainland, finding no sign of your vessel. Numerous times had Rindou thought you were gone for good until he spotted your sailboat about to head back to the same area that evening. He even began to assume were onto him, knowing his ulterior motives. Rindou was sure he’ll end up with a splitting headache if he has to come up with multiple excuses as to why he was cornering you before he could get to kiss you silly for putting him through such turmoil. Completely unaware and oblivious of your problems.
“Rin, c-could you sit on the bed instead?” Shuddering at his sharp fingernails drawing mindless patterns on your thigh, Rindou slightly flinched at your words, scared he must’ve hurt you or caused you to become uneasy. He was about to turn and apologize when he smelled it—something sweet wafting near your legs, in between your quivering thighs. The noticeable way you averted your gaze when he questioned your behavior was all he needed to know that you were on the same page as he is, albeit in denial. “What? Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”
Rindou couldn't help but grin.
One day, while the sun’s rays were blocked by the cloudy skies, the chance was finally brought to him in the form of finding you fast asleep on the wooden foldable sun lounger you had. A notebook splayed open on your lap with its pen on the ground, having fallen there when your eyes shut tight to have a little indulgent nap. Rindou was nowhere to be found all day so you decided to take the rare hours of peace and write to the point it made you feel lethargic. Leading up to this moment of him finding you all vulnerable.
Hours of staying underwater with his thinning patience have definitely paid him off.
Boarding your sailboat through the stern with all the silence he could muster, Rindou approached your sleeping form. The sound of water dripping on the wooden floorboards failed to rouse you. Lilac pupils darkened at the sight of your hardened nipples seen through your dress due to the cool passing winds. How could he stop licking his lips that were itching to wrap around your areola? Or his cock twitching in broad daylight at the thought of being able to kiss you finally?
For a split second, Rindou didn’t know what to do with his newfound opportunity, slightly overwhelmed. Bending down, his eyes failed to read the scribbling you did, containing notes of dolphins, and sharks that then came to the topic of the hybrid now in front of you lifting the hem of your dress’ skirt. Notebook now askew on the ground next to the pen, Rindou felt his dry mouth water while slowly sliding down the thin material of your underwear. Pupils coming up to check on your face to see if he awakened you. Luckily for him, you never budged. Rindou soon came face to face with your warm pussy folds.
He couldn't believe you’ve been keeping such a pretty little thing from him. How could he miss this?
Similar to a parched man who discovered water in an oasis, Rindou dipped his head into your pussy, hands gripping the plush of your thighs and pushing them apart. His tongue was on fire, he presumed, unable to stop licking and tasting your juices. A low groan rumbled in his throat that had you shifting in your seat. But Rindou didn't care. He didn't care if you suddenly woke up to see him in between your legs or if you’d scream at him to go away. Because he would rather stay there in between your legs where he believes he belonged.
Your essence was sweet on his tongue, urging him to lick you more and see if he could have you gushing on his face. Aiming for it to coat every inch of his skin and permanently tattoo your taste on his lips and mouth.
Such boldness in him immediately dissipated when you whimpered. The effects of his tongue giving kitten licks on your clit had you squirming, eyelids fluttering open to see what was happening. All that greeted you was air and the sound of water splashing. Rubbing the sleep off of your half-lidded eyes, you stood up to inspect what made the noise.
Wait a minute, did your panty seem… loose and damp?
“Rindou? You’re back.” Stifling a yawn, you propped yourself against the railings. Rindou merely waved, wading to the stern once again, acting like he didn't stuff his face in between your legs seconds ago. He could still taste you in his mouth, tongue licking his front teeth while he climbed. Upon seeing your relaxed expression, his cheeks flared up at the image of your cute pussy now engraved in his mind.
He can’t do this—not after he had a taste of you. He should’ve known this would happen, him wanting more. How could he not crave for it? He’d be out of his mind if he’ll just give up what was so close.
Moving away, you tried not to stare as Rindou’s naked body rose from the water. Wet feet padding to the cabin to grab the clothes you gave him and a towel. Once you heard the door shut, you then turned to pick up your pen and notebook. Some of the ink had been smudged by what seemed to be saltwater, which was confusing.
How did this end up getting wet?
Emerging from the cabin with sweats on, Rindou had a towel around his shoulder. Putting away your notes, you tried hard not to stare at his taut muscles or his broad back.
“Where have you been? I was worried you were hurt or something.”
“Around.”
Nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders, he brushed past you to sit near the ship’s bow. Rindou’s fingers were quivering, the urge to just grab you and kiss you right there while you rambled about your research was stronger than ever. If he were to kiss you now, would you welcome him as a mate?
Countless 'what if's raced through his mind, yet one prevailed. The feeling of your throbbing clit, slick pussy folds, and the welcoming heat dizzying and clouding his rationality. The savage voice inside his mind screamed for him to take, take, take.
What if he visits your cabin tonight to taste you again?
Night fell on the ocean, the calm waves slightly rocking the vessel and you to sleep. The papers on your desk are neatly stacked on top of one another for once. The night lamp you placed on the nightstand cast a soft glow around the cabin whereas the moon and stars illuminated the darkness outside. Slumbering form blissfully oblivious at Rindou standing outside the door, hand on the knob.
For the first time since knowing you, he stayed until the sun set. He never lingered long when the day was over, afraid he’d snap if he saw you under a soft atmosphere. Guard down, letting exhaustion influence most of your actions—Rindou knew if he saw you in those shorts and silky tops you had tucked away in the cabinet, ignoring your protests and commands not to touch your stuff, he was sure to crumble.
So when he entered your room, carefully shutting the door behind him, to see you swimming in the blankets, merely wearing a top—no shorts or underwear, it took everything in Rindou to fight back a groan. Feeling like he has walked into a spider’s web, the hybrid approached you with small steps.
Shit, did you always sleep like this?
Wandering hands cooler than the ocean’s kiss caressed your thighs, making their way up to the smooth curves of your hips. Rindou’s lips inches away from your stomach, hoping to press a kiss there and possibly mark his way up—
“Rin…dou?”
Fire seared his hand the moment your hand wrapped around his wrist, shooting up in alarm at what he was about to do. Smoldering amethyst hues staring at your surprised eyes that were assessing the situation. Silence sat in the space between you two, simply staring at one another. You didn’t know who was the first to pull or push—your arms wrapping around his neck while Rindou’s mouth found yours. Lips and tongue in a fervid dance, unlocking the gates where passion has been building up, overflowing into every action. His fingers gently and carefully rub your opening, slick dripping out with each circle drawn on your clit.
“Rin—inside, p-please. Need you, fuck. Need you and more.”
Rindou wasn’t so sure what to say or how to explain his actions, words lost while his huge cock split your slick pussy. Ready to meet every request you threw at him. All you had to ask, aiming to please. So when you wanted him to fuck you, he’ll ask how hard.
Gummy walls trying their best to clench around the thick and long girth slowly but surely bottoming out. A whimper slipped past your lips, a lone tear dampening your cheek while anchoring yourself. Once he was buried deep inside your wet cunt that hugged his throbbing shaft, you were sure you could be sore in the morning. Yet you didn’t care. Months of merely gawking at Rindou, hoping to create some distance so you won’t end up making yourself look like a fool seemed too long ago. Moans mixing with his pants and grunts, whining at his nails digging into your hips while he pistoned his hips against yours.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good, princess. Should’ve taken this pussy and claimed it mine months ago,” Rindou hissed, brows furrowed in concentration, drinking each and every change of your expression sunkissed with ecstasy at the way his cock’s tip reached your cervix without challenge. Your tits bouncing harshly at every thrust, hypnotizing to stare at. The carnal desire to fuck you until the mating season comes and ends poisoning his mind. To claim, breed and own you. “You like that? Like how my cock is filling you up? This could be yours, baby. All yours if you become my mate. Will you let me? Please say you will.”
Full, you felt so full to a point you were sobbing on his neck, nodding at his statement and begging him to go slower in between whines. Mouth in an ‘o’ shape at the stinging pain his teeth caused when he bit you on the shoulder, marking you as his. That was all it took for you to cum, nails digging into his forearm while keening, back arching, and vision turning white. Rindou winced at the abrupt squeeze, causing him to blow his load into your warm pussy and painting every muscle white with his seed.
In the midst of calming your pounding heart, you grabbed a compact mirror to examine the bite mark Rindou gave you that was slightly bleeding. It wasn’t ugly, but it sure would be unpleasant to flaunt around. Turning your gaze at the hybrid who was now your lover, you frowned.
“Did you really have to do this?”
He shrugged. “It’s in my instincts, baby.”
“Let me bite you then, and let’s see if you like it.” Teeth digging into his shoulder, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully to which Rindou chuckled at your attempt to inflict pain. Hand patting your head.
“I don't feel a thing, princess. Although, I won’t object to having that mouth around my cock.”
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queen of the night
Character/s: Haruchiyo Sanzu, Ran Haitani & Rindou Haitani
Warnings: f!reader, curse words, sexual themes, threesome, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, throat fucking/oral sex(m! receiving), cum eating, mentions of death, guns/firearms, a lot of pet names used. Minors don't interact.
Note: Commissioned by @marism 💖 thank you so much bby and i hope you like it! 💘
Synopsis: As Bonten’s honorary escort, you accompany the infamous trio to a mission that ended in a game of poker with you—as the prize.
✃WC: 4.8k
Poker faces and branded whiskey—thick puffs of nicotine in the air sweeter than the glares each member of the round table threw at one another whenever one had the upper hand. The scene was so constant it made you almost yawn out of boredom, but you knew better than to break character. Out here in the snake pit, money and status might do the talking but one’s charisma and a few choice words do more than a single wad of cash.
And tonight, dressed in a gold sheer evening gown hugging every curve and supple skin tempting anyone’s fickle heart, you were lady luck in the flesh to these men defying all odds.
“Blow on this for me, darling.”
Ran lifted his maroon chip, a sly smirk on his handsome face that tantalizes your whole being every time, especially when he caresses your arm teasingly with each win. The bossa nova tune resounding in the area and the high-class atmosphere heightened by the crystal chandeliers certainly added to his charm tonight. Dark blue suit well pressed, a single rose on the front pocket, and shiny dress shoes. A single look at his appearance would’ve tricked anyone into thinking he was a gentleman with extraordinary wealth to his name—not one of Bonten’s lethal executives out here in the casino playing poker to pass the time while their unfortunate target hasn’t shown up on their radar.
And you, merely one of his women wrapped around his arm, and not the criminal organization’s designated escort.
Burgundy tinted lips stretching into a smile, you leaned close to blow into the chip, gazing directly into those lilac hues filled with mischief.
You thought it was pointless, though. If anything, you were quite sure the older Haitani would win this round and multiple others if he wanted to. He and the others were quite good with their hands—from poker to baccarat, there was no chance of them losing unless they were competing with themselves. The man who goes by the name Koko was ruthless in this field, but you were astonished he didn’t come along nor ask to be in this mission which was a waste.
Anyhow, you guess it was the thrill of it all that made these three come together this evening. Other than due to the fact it was the brothers’ forte to blend into the crowd of socialites and secret malicious individuals whose diamonds separated them from your usual average crooks, Ran and Rindou Haitani had these experiences honed down deep into their bones. To put it simply, they were that good. The other man who came tonight, however, you weren’t so sure due to his voracious appetite for violence.
“There he goes again…” Rindou, sitting by your left with his legs spread wide, spoke in exasperation. You followed his line of sight, eyeing the scarred man standing across the room all alone with his hands folded across his chest, sporting a menacing expression. “Why did he insist on coming here if he’s just gonna stand there all night looking like a fucking sour puss?”
Ran, whose gaze never left his cards, replied with a chuckle. “Leave him be, Rin. You know Sanzu gets anxious whenever things don’t go his way. Must’ve thought he could get things done the moment he strode in.”
Lavender eyes catching you staring at his colleague, Rindou then grinned and gently grabbed you by the chin to make you avert your attention to him instead. Eyes blinking at his actions, you were stunned into silence when he leaned close to kiss your cheek. Face and the tips of your ears bashfully warm. Then, he whispered into your ear with a tone dripping with milk and honey.
“Go and entertain him for now, love. I’m sure he needs the company more than we do.”
Rindou almost laughed at how you turned to his older brother for permission, doe-eyed as you sought for his approval. With a pat to your bum, Ran nodded in the direction of where Sanzu was.
“Go, darling. Don’t make him wait.” Hand raising the chip you blew good luck into, he winked playfully. “I’ve got this covered. I’ll buy you that Gucci dress you’ve always wanted with my winnings here.”
Ignoring the narrowed eyes of disgust and contempt from the other players around the table, you got up from your seat and made your way to Sanzu Haruchiyo now cursing at one of the drunk patrons pointing an accusing finger at him. Legs in a hastened pace unless you wanted everything to fall apart all because of one’s stupidity. Sanzu quirked a brow at your sudden entrance. Putting yourself between him and the intoxicated stranger, you put on the sweetest smile you could muster and led the muttering inebriated man away.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.”
“A single thank you would suffice, you know,” you murmured, standing next to the sulking man with an amused grin. “What did you do anyway for him to accuse you of spilling his drink?”
Brows furrowed, Haruchiyo snorted. “As if it was me. Fucking drunkard bumped himself into a wall and then said it was my fault.” Rolling his baby blues, he continued with a huff. “If we weren’t out here on the job, I would’ve pulled that motherfucker into an alley and gutted him. The world would do better with one less bastard to worry about.”
And thank goodness you were quick with your feet; else this night would’ve gone south real fast if Sanzu were ever to lose his patience. Working for Bonten as their escort whenever they had to appear in a public celebration or for a covert operation, you picked up that Sanzu Haruchiyo was the easiest to tick off out of all the eight. Sure, he will give you tight-lipped smiles or clipped responses—sometimes even respond animatedly depending on his mood—but it was all a façade.
The real Sanzu Haruchiyo did not give a fuck most of the time unless it concerned the welfare of Bonten or his ‘king’.
Hand rubbing his arm softly in comfort, you shot him a reassuring smile. Azure irises instantly glanced down at where you were touching him, making you detach it in case he wanted to chop it off. You knew Haruchiyo was… a sensitive case when it came to those who weren’t Sano Manjiro. But to your surprise, his nimble slender fingers sought after yours, bringing your palm back against his forearm that it made you giggle lightly. His frown deepened at your reaction; brows furrowed.
“What’s so funny?”
Before you could respond or cover up your grin, Sanzu snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you close. A gasp was what you elicited at the sudden action, palms on his suit jacket, careful not to cause a wrinkle on his pristine attire. Unusual it was to see him not drenched in blood, you figured this was far better than walking into Bonten’s hideout and seeing him punishing traitors, crimson on his skin, and malicious expression playing on his features.
The first time you met him, you remember shuddering as you stood there on the sidelines. Through the thick silence and silent words exchanged, your eyes constantly shift to Sanzu standing next to Sano Manjiro. Out of all the men in the room, whose characters were definitely one not to mess with, he had such a strange aura to him that struck more fear into you. However, you were intrigued as well. Curious as to how he got those diamond scars, but at the same time, scared of knowing. To this day, it still boggles your mind.
“What’s got you giggling, pretty girl?” Sanzu hummed, blue eyes so livid paired by thick lashes staring down at you in interest. Sometimes, his presence had a way of making you hold your breath in—even now, with his fingers gently brushing away stray strands of hair from your dazed expression. The exact fingers that strangle or pull the trigger to end his enemy’s life. A grin on his devilishly handsome features. “Are you already drunk, sweetheart? Or are you just… bored?”
“Bored to death,” you murmured, the pads of your fingers running down the soft material of his old rose-colored suit, the muscles under it taut. “I haven’t drunk anything since we arrived. If I’m going to be honest, I’m nervous.”
“Nervous? What for?” Bewildered at your confession, Sanzu squeezed your hip to steady you from rocking on your heels in embarrassment. “This is the first time I’m hearing this. Countless jobs and drinks we might have shared in the past, but never have you ever expressed anxiety. Why’s that? Is it because there are three of us tonight?”
“No,” your response was immediate, shaking your head in the process. “I have no problem entertaining the three of you simultaneously. Although I’ll admit, I was taken aback that none of you would back down when the roles were assigned…” Sanzu chortled at your harmless glare which quieted down to let you continue. “But that’s not what’s bothering me. It’s more on how this night keeps dragging on without any sign of the man Mikey wants to be killed off—ow.” Wincing at the pinch Sanzu gave your waist, you made a face. “What was that for?”
“You don’t have to worry your pretty little mind about such matters, sweetheart.” Pulling away, he scanned the hall to see if any prying eyes were nearby before giving you a peek of what his suit jacket has been hiding—his gun tucked in its holster. “The moment that bastard comes, leave it all up to this fucker to finish the job and we’ll be out of here before Rindou hits up the slot machines.” Seeing your visible uneasiness, Sanzu laughed. “There’s no need to be afraid, sweets. It’s not like you’re eating these bullets tonight.”
“I know but, shouldn’t he be taken care of, well… silently?”
Brows pinched quizically, Sanzu snorted. “Why does it matter? The bastard is meeting his creator whether I do it in the dark or outside extravagantly.” Squinting at your troubled reaction, he huffed. “Do you know the guy, sweetheart? Is that why you’re so concerned?”
“What? No, of course not.” Hands raised in defense, you answered, “I’ve seen the photo and I can confirm he has never been a customer of mine. Just worried since there’s a lot of people around and someone might call the cops.”
Humming lowly, Bonten’s number two stared intently into your eyes until he shrugged nonchalantly. “Alright, if you say so, sweetheart. It wouldn’t make sense for you to meet other men since you are ours. And like I said earlier, don’t worry too much. Me and the boys have this all under control, okay?” Leaning his head back against the wall, he grumbled, “But I’m fucking bored and the food is shitty here compared to fast food. What’s there to do while waiting around, hm? Got any ideas, pretty?”
Eyes gazing back at the table where the brothers are, you pointed at them. “They’re playing poker. It’s fun to watch, but perhaps you’d find it more enjoyable to join in.” At the notion of mingling with the snobbish people in the building and having to sit next to the Haitanis he still somewhat has a love-hate relationship with, the pink-haired man’s face scrunched up as if he ate a bad lemon.
“Sweetheart, I’m concerned about how you define ‘fun’.” Meeting your guileless orbs, he murmured in an unimpressed voice. “Is that the best you could do?”
Hating how condescending he sounded, you gritted your teeth as you thought long and hard. To leave him to fend for himself grew more tempestuous as the minutes passed. However, Sanzu wreaking havoc was much scarier to unleash, especially since this seemed to be the start of a long, long evening. Not giving up, you wracked your brain for ideas on how to keep him occupied.
The clamorous atmosphere, boisterous laughter, and the slot machines beeping and chiming in the background had your mind whirring. And in the exact moment, the cheering man on the lucky seven slot machine hit the jackpot, the idea hit you. Clearing your throat, you smiled sweetly as you leaned against his side.
“Well, what if I tell you…” Reaching up to whisper into Sanzu’s ear, your lips brushed his earlobe. The mere touch had the scarred man stiffening. “That the prize is me, then, hm? Would you be interested to play, Haru?”
You should’ve seen this coming. Him pulling you by the wrist, to the direction of where the brothers were, and shooed the other players away, earning loud protests. Even Ran was irritated by the sudden interruption, about to win another round until Sanzu ruined his streak. However, his complaints died at the tip of his tongue when Bonten's resident pink-haired menace brought out the proposition into the table—you.
“Angel, is he telling the truth?” Rindou inquired, interest piqued at the idea of you as the prize that he set aside the glass of whiskey he had ordered while you were gone to keep him company. “Are you really setting yourself up as the prize?”
Unbeknownst to you, the three have always, always, competed on who would be able to capture your attention first whenever you walked into the room. They did have the idea that you were fully aware of it, making them dance pitifully in the palm of your hands, but when they figured out you were blissfully ignorant about it… let’s just say it fueled their desire to have you alone. And at this moment, you realized that you are the one dancing to their tune—one more potent than a siren’s song—to have you offer yourself up to them on a silver platter merely to appease them.
“W-well, that is what I told Sanzu—”
“Let’s get this game started, shall we?” Cracking his knuckles, Sanzu Haruchiyo had a determined look on his face. You shifted your gaze at the other two silently waiting for the dealer, who has been standing on the side, wondering what the hell was going on, to start shuffling the cards. Yet when the dealer took his time, Sanzu’s giddy expression turned dark for a split second. “Are you going to start shuffling or do I have to do it for you? I won’t guarantee you’ll walk out of this casino with your hands still fucking intact though.”
A yelp was all he gave before starting the game, making Sanzu grin again. Ran rolled his eyes but was secretly sharing the same impatience. Rindou, on the other hand, played with his chips to pass the time. One goal in their mind and it was to win you—even just for the night. Not to say you’ve never spent one with any of them. In fact, these three were the most demanding out of all the eight and also the roughest. All you could do was pray to whatever deity was listening to have a definite winner—one which they could all accept. Because if there was none, there will be unnecessary bloodshed.
And while Bonten does pay you handsomely, you didn’t want to be the reason why their three most trusted members are pulling at each other’s hairs, much less get killed for it.
“Oh, looks like there’s an instant winner.” Ran chuckled, holding his cards up like he has the winning ticket to a million-dollar lottery. Turning his gaze at his brother and Sanzu, he sneered. “I suggest you two back out already because I hardly lose and plus,” he wound his arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest, he winked. “Lady luck has been shining down on me since the start. None of you stand a fucking chance.”
“Will you just shut up?” Rindou clicked his tongue, frowning at his own cards. “I can’t fucking concentrate with you bitching when we haven’t even started yet.”
“Shouldn’t we up the stakes?” Sanzu suggested, fixing his cards. “It won’t be fun without a little inconvenience, right?” Blue irises glancing at the brothers, he smirked. “I propose that the first person to set down a royal flush shall get her. What do you think?”
A royal flush?
“Getting a royal flush is like… one out of a hundred—”
“And those who say shit like that are losers through and through.” Sanzu glared, basking in Ran’s irritation towards him. “What? Are you in or out, Haitani? Have you been lying about having lady luck’s favor?”
Ran grumbled under his breath and refused to answer. Solely focused on his plan of winning. Taking this as an answer, Sanzu nodded at the dealer.
“You heard us. No one is leaving this table as a winner unless it’s a royal flush. Understood?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
Meanwhile, you sat there in silence, eyeing each man with worry since this night was supposed to be focused on finding the man they were supposed to assassinate. Yet here they are, playing poker as if it was life and death.
Three of a kind. A high card. Even a full house was set.
“Damn, I bet Koko wouldn’t participate in a poker played this way.”
“That sly bastard would just win anyway with those underhanded tricks of his.”
“Good thing he turned down this job then. Gonna miss out on good pussy, though.”
But not a single one of them had the lucky hand and it was making the younger Haitani exasperated, glaring at his cards, folding, before averting his attention to you—sitting there prettily, scanning the crowd in hopes of catching a man who had the exact face as their targets. Rindou, now slightly bored, decided you were a much better game to play, slyly slid his hand down to your thighs. How could he neglect you when you were better than poker itself? Well, could their little game still be called that?
Eyes wide, you turned to him in astonishment while he remained impassive, staring at his cards as if he isn’t hiking your dress up. The moment his fingers brushed your clothed cunt, you reached up to grip the table. He can’t be serious, right? Is he really going to finger you in front of everyone?
“Angel, you’re so wet…” he whispered into your ear, sending a smirk in his brother’s way. Ran, who thought his brother was slandering him, sent the younger Haitani a middle finger just before he diverted his gaze back to his jokers and an ace. “Are you getting off of us fighting to have a taste of your pussy tonight? Such a bad girl for putting yourself up as the prize. Do you really want us to fight over you?”
“R-Rindou, stop—” You swallowed back a moan, the grip you had on the table tightened to a degree where your nails dug into the wood as Rindou slipped two of his fingers past your underwear and decided to play with your clit. His index finger was the first to slip into your warm walls, prodding, and curling that had you narrowing your eyes at him. The smug bastard barely said a word, inserting another finger inside and this time, stretched your pussy’s gummy walls. Lips fighting back a mewl, your thighs pressed together, trapping Rindou’s hand there. But it didn’t seem like he wanted to leave your damp folds nor stop his actions.
“Another straight—hey, are you doing what I think you’re doing?” Ran narrowed his eyes at his brother, who merely shrugged back with a coy smile. Sanzu, too absorbed in the game, failed to notice the brothers’ exchange. The older Haitani shifted his violet irises between you—now holding your head down to hide your flustered cheeks—and Rindou, who was far too calm to be suspected of fingering you under the table. Smirking at how bold the younger one was, having learned from the best, Ran chuckled. “Are you going to make her?”
“No,” Rindou replied, retreating his hand the moment you were about to reach that blissful climax. Muffling your disappointed whine, you raised your head and shot daggers at Rindou. Your seething reaction did not go unnoticed. He brought up the same fingers that were inside your cunt and licked the digits free of your slick. “Would be a shame if no one wins. Tonight… somehow, it seems sweeter.”
Sanzu, after finally realizing the secrecy being thrown around, looked up from his hand and gritted his teeth in obvious annoyance at Rindou. What you never saw coming was him pulling out his gun, pointing it directly at Rindou. The dealer and everyone who saw immediately scattered, panic in their eyes.
“Why the fuck are you touching the prize already?”
“Was there a rule stating not to do so?” Rindou challenged back, quirking a brow at his furious colleague. You were about to intervene, remind them what they all came here for when the man Mikey wanted dead walked down the stairs—seemingly ready to gamble the night away when he caught sight of the crowd leaving in a hurry to avoid getting entangled with your company.
“Sanzu, he’s here.” You pointed at the target, alarmed that the man was starting to flee upon realization Bonten was in the area. “He’s getting awa—” The rest of your sentence dissipated into a puff of air as Ran hoisted you up, carrying you on his shoulder. Then, turning to the others, he ordered in a calm voice.
“Rindou and Sanzu, take care of the target. Meet us at the hotel across that bikini bar Takeomi wanted to take us to last week.”
“Bikini bar?” Sanzu sounded confused, clearly trying to figure out where it was and ignoring Rindou calling for him to hurry his ass. After receiving a pointed glare from Ran, he laughed like it was the funniest thing he has ever heard in a while. “Oh! That bikini bar. Roger that.” Slapping your bum, he chuckled lowly. “See you later, sweetheart. Better reward us well once we kill that guy.”
“Wait, what about—”
Screams and gunshots were all a blur as Ran whisked you away from all the violence that the duo etched into the night’s canvas. A flurry of images between chaste kisses and stolen breaths colored your mind instead up until you reached the hotel.
The card keys on the carpeted floor became acquainted with your evening gown and Ran’s tie. Mouth moaning at the caresses from the older Haitani that had you mewling under his weight. Hair skewed on the pristine sheets that were soon to be tainted by his and your excretions.
“Princess, what I thought of earlier back in the casino… is it true?” Ran hissed into your ear, loving the way you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him close to your warmth. “Answer me. Did you enjoy making us fight over you?”
“N-no. I merely want—nhng—Sanzu to have fun.” Soft sobs accompanied by babbling that you needed him. Rindou stole your high and you didn’t want Ran to do the same. You needed him—his cock or even his fingers will do, just to make that coil at the pit of your stomach diminish. “I didn’t think he’d say a word—”
“Good thing he did, darling.” Ran grumbled, hands unbuttoning his shirt. “I can’t believe you were about to offer yourself to Sanzu only. It pains me how you didn’t plan on telling us.”
“Please, Ran—”
Hand grabbing you by the jaw, Ran leaned down and whispered. “I see you can still beg. Go on, beg for my cock, darling. Maybe if you plead so well I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be dreaming of having another dick up your cunt afterward.”
“Oh god—please Ran! I want your cock in me, please? Please, I need you inside. Need your cock in me now.”
And as you held onto the sheets, fighting back a shriek as Ran’s veiny cock entered suddenly, stretching your walls and hitting all the right spots of your wet cunt, you didn’t hear the door open. Your mouth was too busy licking the tattoo on his neck, biting whatever skin you could as he pounded into you to pay any attention. Nor did you see Rindou and Sanzu entering, dress shoes padding across the room with not a single stain in their suits. A clean shot, they would often admire and gloat about. You didn’t miss, however, how Ran hummed in delight at the news of the bastard dying in the middle of the casino’s reception area by a single bullet to the head from Sanzu’s gun.
“Can’t believe you’ve begun without us.” Sanzu clicked his tongue all the while admiring your tits bouncing harshly as you took Ran’s animalistic pounding. “But fuck the bet and poker. Sharing this pretty cunt is sweeter than getting a royal flush.”
“I agree,” Rindou chimed in, folding his arms across his chest. A grin on his features. “Maybe we should’ve done this sooner than bicker like bitches.”
The sound of skin slapping against skin grew more with your moaning and whining. It took every fiber of the two not to pounce you the moment Ran finished. The older Haitani’s semen dripped out of your cunt and onto the mattress. Fingers carding his hair, Ran sat himself to the side and grabbed a bottle of water from the nightstand. Lying on your stomach now, you tried to catch your breath.
Panting into the pillow, you swore you could still feel Ran’s cock hitting your cervix when Rindou replaced his brother’s spot. Already undressed and his thick cock grinding between the crevice of your ass. You knew you should’ve voiced that you wanted to collect yourself for a moment, but it was pointless now that your eyes almost rolled back to the back of your skull when Rindou’s fat cock slipped into your puffy folds so easily.
“Fuck! She’s still so tight?” Rindou groaned, thrusts picking up speed. Teeth biting the pillow, your eyes were glassy with unshed tears. While Ran was long and veiny, Rindou was thicker in girth. Cock stretching you with a slight sting, you sobbed aloud when he grabbed your hair. Lilac hues narrowed in deep focus at how your supple ass hit his pelvis with every thrust, heavy balls making contact with your flesh obscenely. “Feels good, angel? Love how your pussy swallows me without fail.”
“R-Rindou, holy shit!”
“Hey, suck me off, sweetheart.” Looking up, your eyes met Sanzu’s blue dilated irises. A cigarette tucked in between his index and ring finger. Free hand lifting your chin and guiding your face close to his beautiful cock, the head leaking pre-cum. Doing as you were told, you opened your mouth to let him slide in. Ran whistled in awe at the sideline as he watched Sanzu fuck your throat and his brother railing you mercilessly from behind. Seeing tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, the older Haitani laughed lightly. His hand sneaked down to play with your clit, eliciting a squeak from you.
Sanzu groaned at the vibrations, head thrown back in euphoria as his impending climax was nearing. Rindou, on the other hand, felt your walls constricting harder. The younger Haitani chuckled at his older brother’s action, shaking his head.
Bonten’s number two astonished you by cumming down your throat without warning, having you sputter on his length as thick white cum oozed out of the corner of your mouth. You could even feel and smell it on your nose once he pulled out, leaving you a gagging mess. Although you were struggling in swallowing Sanzu’s cum, Rindou was not far behind and came deep inside you with a groan. Ran, taking this as the perfect time, slapped your clit then drew figures of eight on the bundle of nerves. A silent scream was what you gave, body quivering before collapsing onto the mattress.
Never have you felt so full down there and Sanzu hasn’t even had his turn yet.
“Sweetheart, don’t tap out on me now.” The scars on his lips stretched wide like how he did to your legs, mesmerized at the cum glistening out of your pink folds. “As much as I want to fuck you ‘till you’re unconscious, I wanna fucking hear you as you cream around my dick.”
“H-Haru… ah!”
As Sanzu’s cock impaled you, bent on making you unable to use your two legs tomorrow morning, you thanked your lucky stars that humans had the thought of making pills because you were sure after taking load after load, you would definitely greet a child in the next nine months. The only problem now occupying your head was how you’d walk out of this hotel without tripping face-first to receive your enormous pay from Kokonoi in the morning.
Perhaps, it was high time you asked for a raise as well.
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gold rush
Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano
Warnings: f!reader, sexual themes, mature language, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of cheating, mentions of divorce, mentions of neglect, hints of angst, and pet names used. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by @meganemoon 💖 hope u like it bby 💕
Synopsis: Washing off years of neglect and deceit, a personal massage from an old friend leads to more than just relaxation.
✃WC: 2.6k
Part One | Part Two
Marriage coming to an end with a final signature done in black ink on smooth paper had you breathing more freely than you ever did while lying close to your former husband’s unconscious form on a quiet night thick with uncertainty and sorrow. Three years of tolerating his dying flame, ignited by some other woman he barely knew of at a bar finally came to an end. Funny how he could easily break free, forgetting all the complaints he uttered during the wedding ceremony. Too many visitors, expensive cake, mosquitoes in the garden and heavy gown—saying he’ll cherish you after spending so much on a single occasion, all for you. Perhaps this was a comedic side to divorce, watching how easy it is for him to forget all those unspoken promises and vows, twisting his narrative into something beneficial for him. Him, the battered hero, and you the damsel turned villain. A story he could swallow, put him to sleep at night, where the guilt pounds into his consciousness endlessly that it was his fault the marriage had come to an end. The fairytale lost in translation for months now torn apart.
So much for ‘true’ love, huh?
And now, here is your chance to start anew. A fresh page for you to dye in vibrant ink, starting off your journey as a single woman again by exiting the taxi. Gone were the days of crying yourself to sleep or the constant worrying about whether you did the right thing. You found the absence of your ex-husband during your union was far louder than his exit from your life. A harsh but needed wakeup call.
Face to face with endless shops and popular boutiques, each click and clack of your heels carried you through the path that led further into the heart of Tokyo. On your way to your destination, you couldn’t help but indulge yourself by buying a few dresses and a new pair of red pump heels. This day is dedicated to feeling brand new again, adamant in turning a new leaf. By the time you had your fill of new clothing, you were quick to head north, where the streets were bustling and brimming with life. Hands carrying your shopping bags and your feet already starting to ache, you halted in front of the classy hotel that housed the fanciest spa you could ever find in the city.
To book an appointment for a full day of relaxation at this spa wasn’t an easy feat to accomplish, yet you were successful in your endeavor. It was as if fate was pushing you to be here, presenting an opening when it seemed impossible. Giggling softly in excitement as you rode the elevator up to the seventh floor, you muttered a small thanks to the universe for having the person, whom you took the slot from, cancel the day before you called in.
The grime of three years in a sinking marriage and your husband’s infidelity left a bad taste in your mouth, bent on washing it all off today with expensive pampering from one of the finest spas in all of Tokyo.
“Miss [L/N], correct?”
The audible gasp you let slip through your lips must have been amusing to the ladies who opened the glass doors, welcoming you in with serene smiles. The scent of essential oils hangs lightly in the air, already lulling you into a state of relaxation. However, nervousness continued to tickle the hairs on your neck despite sipping the calming herbal tea the lady on the reception table gave you. Who wouldn’t be at the thought of seeing him here. Years of no contact, barely seeing glimpses of his figure on television filled with reporters hoping to catch a thread of hair from the fearsome and notorious leader of Bonten, to say you were anxious was an understatement. Still, there was a fifty percent chance of him not being here. He is, after all, a man who is constantly on the run from the law. He who wipes his reputation clean of blood every night after committing all known crimes. It would be silly to think such a—
“[Y/N].”
Yes, Sano Manjiro… the man whom you had the chance of becoming best friends with since elementary school. The same man who had your heart beating erratically due to his commanding presence to be seen or heard, even when he disappeared abruptly from the face of the earth and came back as the head of the most dangerous criminal organization in all of Japan. Truly, there was no other man quite like Sano Manjiro in your life, and this you had to accept upon his disappearance. Moving on with the flow of time—graduating, getting a job, settling down—your thoughts often gravitated to him, that is until you got married. Yet, despite your efforts to forget the man you had a silly crush on since knowing him, the universe often found a way to remind you that Sano Manjiro still existed. That he was real and was standing by the receptionist’s desk.
“Mikey…”
You couldn't believe your eyes. He is here, real and most definitely alive. Unsure whether to stand or to trust your feet that were sure to wobble once you did, you remained seated. Instead, you shot him a small smile. How does one greet an old friend? Let alone someone you had feelings for? No other words would get past your lips, gawking at the man who has changed drastically over the course of time. He was much more… tired, exhaustion set deep into those onyx irises that left yours to address the silver-haired man behind him. Snake-like eyes glancing at you briefly before excusing himself and walking away. Attention diverted back to you, Manjiro silently approached you with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants.
“How many years has it been?” he asked softly, taking the empty seat next to yours. The women who greeted you a moment ago are now retreating further into the spa’s vicinity, leaving you both alone by the entrance. The tea you drank that was supposed to soothe your throat did not help at all, vocal cords stagnant as you stared at him, akin to seeing a ghost. The silver strands of his hair glinting under the soft warm white lights of the establishment. Probably amused by your speechless state, Manjiro let out a puff of air. “You certainly haven’t changed. Knew this spa was owned by Bonten, eh?”
Clearing your throat, you then hummed in agreement, gaze falling to the porcelain tea cup. “Honestly, I didn’t believe the rumors at first. But upon checking the logo of this spa looks oddly familiar, I guess they are.”
“You knew that this spa is owned by Bonten, yet you still came here? Were you hoping to see me?”
Face instantly too warm at the accusation, you were stammering. “W-what? I’m actually here to avail the services—hoping to see you was the last t-thing on my mind!” Manjiro knew you were spouting lies, a ghost of a fond smile on his lips at your flustered state. And under those keen eyes, he knew something was up. The telltale absence of a wedding ring on your finger spoke volumes. He was no fool, having someone report to him once a year of your well-being. He knew you married that friend of yours back in highschool. “In fact, I’ll go and have my day of pampering start now! It was nice meetin’ you again, I suppose—”
“You divorced that asshole?”
Body frozen, you were rooted in that spot for who knows long before forcing yourself to stretch your lips into a smile.
“He cheated on me. It’s an inevitable decision.”
Watching you trail behind one of the staff members leading you to the changing rooms, Manjiro couldn’t help but hide a chuckle that slipped past his mouth. How did it not dawn upon you that he was keeping tabs on you? Or question how he knew about your marriage? Truly, you were either too carefree or you just didn’t bother anymore. But Manjiro knew you would be here, having received word of a well-known client canceling, surprise coloring his features at your name now booked on said date. This was not a coincidence as you would like to believe. And now that you are here, Sano Manjiro would be an even bigger fool to let it end like this, similar to when he had to leave you due to his unbridled life.
“Koko.”
“Yes, boss?” Kokonoi, who had been leaning against the wall waiting for his superior to finish his conversation with you, made his presence known again. “Are we headin’ back to headquarters?”
“No, I’ll be staying.” Standing up, Manjiro ignored Koko’s surprised expression and headed down the same path as you did. “Before you go, make sure to tell the manager here to upgrade her service. The best of the best, you hear me?”
A hot stone massage, ridiculously amazing body treatments, aromatherapy, and even a dip in the pool where its waters are medicated was quite refreshing to your tired muscles. Mind almost separating from skin and bones after each delicious treatment. Everything seemed too good to be true, silently wondering if this was still part of the package you availed while munching on a bowl of fruit salad. Lunch provided by the spa was healthy and light, preparing you for more soul healing treatments.
Time was your enemy. By the time you finished the volcanic ash facial, you blinked at the time ticking on the wall. Figuring that you have been lulled to sleep on most of the services, a pout was on your lips while walking to the private room where the last part of the spa package will be held—a full body massage.
Upon entering the room, you found nobody was there, much to your confusion. All the lady left you was to lay on the massage bed on your stomach. Completely naked under the soft Egyptian cotton towel, you silently listened to the sweet song by a flute playing coming from the tiny speakers while waiting for the masseuse.
Lips parting at the abrupt touch of cool palms on your bare back, you slowly relaxed onto the massage table when those hands began applying pressure to your shoulders. The scent of Champaca oil wafting around soothingly, once again serenading you to sleep—if it weren’t for the weight of someone’s stare on the back of your head. Normally, you wouldn't have minded or tried to brush it off… until the masseuse, or rather, masseur whispered into your ear in a lilting tone.
“Did you enjoy your time here?”
“M-Mikey, what are you—why are you here?” Feeling you tense under his hands, Sano Manjiro pressed his thumbs into the muscles of your shoulders, causing you to stifle a moan. A million questions as to why Bonten’s leader was massaging you arose along with the goosebumps littering your flesh. The initial idea of getting up and dashing out of the room with only a towel to hide your naked body tempted your muddled mind. However, it would be far too embarrassing to explain to the ladies outside. Plus, Manjiro was dead set on giving you a massage, evident in how he was pulling out hums and small gasps from your mouth that went straight to his twitching cock.
“Just because.” Palms mapping out every expanse of your back, his eyes trained on the sides of your breasts, wishing it was pressed against his face instead of the massage bed. Dark irises drinking each curve, muscles flexing, hoping to ingrain it all into his head. “Would you believe me if I said I like you?”
Almost choking on your spit, you blinked at the space in front of you, wishing you could turn to look him in the eye. “N-no. I wouldn't—ah, Mikey, there.” Eyes squeezed shut in bliss at the unraveling of tension on your shoulders, your lips were in an 'o' shape. Unaware of the now half-lidded eyes swirling with unprecedented desire that never had an outlet.
“Been liking you since the day you gave me a piece of your chocolate bar… Never acted on it ‘cause I was afraid you’d be unhappy with me.” Halting on his actions, Manjiro bent down to press a kiss against your nape; forehead touching your back, and hands situated on each side of your head. A shiver ran down your spine; lust for the man ignited at each brush of his lips on the skin. “And yet, I hate how I couldn’t be the first and only man in your life. Hate how I was a coward…”
Tears glossed over your irises, uncaring of your breasts on full display as you spun to face him fully. “Unhappy? Mikey, if there’s anything I’m unhappy about, it’s that I just found out about this. And if you hate how you weren’t the man I married, then imagine how much I despise myself for suffering in a dead marriage for three years.” Weak sobs wracked your form, prompting Manjiro to pull you up, hugging you tight while his hands rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. “But I guess I am to blame… Even while I was married to him, I always thought of you—couldn’t stop thinking of you, ‘Jiro. It’s unfair…”
Sorrows of wasted love and time died down at the contact of his lips against yours, tongue swiping your bottom lip as a permission to taste you. And you let him, just like how you let Manjiro caress you, fingers hungry to feel every inch of your skin. His clothes met the floor along with the towel, head too hazy to comprehend what was about to occur. Drunk and delirious in your taste and the heavenly sounds you release at his fingers rubbing your clit. Legs quick to latch around his waist, your lips broke away from his to seek oxygen. Those dark as charcoal irises making sure to capture your euphoric expression.
“Let me take this chance, love. I know it’s all too sudden, but shit… Just give me the chance to treat you right—the chance to love you like what I should’ve done all those years. Fuck, let me have you.”
Nodding, you mewled at the electrifying touch of his fingers and words, close to frying your nerves that couldn’t keep up with Manjiro’s searing kisses or the throbbing of your drenched clit from his onslaught. When was the last time you were in a situation like this? Where your mind was misty, tears of bliss rolling down the side of your head at the stretch of your walls to accommodate his thick girth? Tongue kissing his teeth, Manjiro slowly bottomed out, head thrown back at how tight you are. Warm slick walls hugging his cock so lusciously, as if he was made to be inside you.
“Baby, so fucking tight. Gonna fuck you so good—better than that shitty ex-husband of yours. Love my cock? Tell me love, am I better?” His hips piston against yours, making sure he was buried to the hilt before pulling back to dive back in. His hand covered your mouth that was about to let out a scream.
“Manjiro—yes, yes, need you ‘s much! So much better,” you sobbed into his shoulder, nails painting crescent moons on the milky skin of his shoulders and back. The massage table was shaking due to the added weight and Manjiro's powerful thrusts. “Fuckin’ good! Cum inside me, please! Fill me up, ‘jiro! Please, oh god!”
A blinding white light momentarily filled your vision as you came, walls squeezing and milking Manjiro’s cock until he was spurting his fertile cum. Gummy walls etched with his white essence, dripping out of your pussy folds when he reluctantly pulled out to cradle your quivering form after the climax. Pressing kisses against your sweaty forehead and cheek, Manjiro smiled at your contented hum. And he must admit to himself, he has to thank your bastard of an ex-husband, because if it weren’t for his stupid actions, you wouldn’t be here, in his arms. Now his.
“Mine.”
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birthday suit
Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano
Warnings: f!reader, cursing, sexual themes, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, spanking (just twice), biting, use of pet names and fluff. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by @meganemoon 💖 thank u bby, hope u like it!
Synopsis: Mikey has planned the perfect birthday for you.
✃WC: 1.5k
Countless sleepless nights and numbing fingers going through leftover untouched paperwork were what Mikey had to endure to make sure this day and the upcoming ones were free of any pressing duties as Bonten’s head. Nothing could spoil such an important date, fingers ready to pull the trigger if any mishap were to arise to ruin it. He wouldn’t allow it. Even as the memory of you snorting at his words, mumbling how he could be quite dramatic at times, Mikey was serious about getting his job done before the evening ends.
And it all paid off, happily announcing an early leave prior to ending the brief meeting that Kokonoi had to arrange with all the other executives. Words of warm regards for you were passed on to him, mentally taking note of them, before his back disappeared down the quiet hallways and out to where his motorcycle was parked.
Tokyo’s freezing air licked at his bare skin and silver locks, breezing past slow vehicles and bright neon lights to reach his destination on time. Made of paper they were, however, the tickets to Paris weighed a lot in the pocket of his leather jacket with every passing second. He knew it wouldn’t be enough to excuse his constant absence—knowing you wanted him more than the gifts wrapped in pretty parchment he often had Sanzu or Kakucho deliver to you or at your office in apology for missing a date or turning one down.
Still, he wished you would understand. Wish that you knew he felt the same way whenever you two were apart. Unable to close the distance sometimes due to how vastly different your worlds were. That he loves you as much as you did—probably even more. He was willing to try for you, no matter how hard it got. His sweet angel in a land filled with demons like him.
The beat of his heart picked up when the loud rumble of his bike died down upon reaching your apartment, parking just across it. Keys in his hands, he trudged towards the staircase, shivering slightly at the cool air while climbing up to where your residence was. He should convince you to move, somewhere closer to his abode—maybe with him. The thought made him giddy.
Opening the door with the key you gave him months ago, Mikey’s onyx pupils were greeted by dim lights. He would've pulled out his gun, wondering why it was eerily quiet and where you were. Ready to call his subordinates and search the whole of Tokyo for you until his ears picked up the soft lull of a song coming from the bathroom.
Swallowing his worries, he approached the door and slowly pushed it open. Chopin’s piece playing on the bluetooth speaker now ringing crystal clear in his ear and the splashing of water.
And there you were, in the tub with a glass of wine in your hand. Rose petals dance on the water’s surface with every shift of your body. Small candles situated on the side, the scent of floral wafting around the small space.
Your boyfriend’s intrusion didn’t go unnoticed to you—would’ve screamed bloody murder until your gaze landed on his familiar features, calming yourself down instantly unless you’d prompt your neighbors to call the police. Smiling at him, questions of why he’s home early remained in the back of your mind when Mikey closed the space between you two and captured your lips with his. Blinking twice at the sudden action, you then returned the kiss with a grin on.
“Welcome home, ‘Jiro.”
“Hi, pretty baby,” he whispered against your damp plump lips, tongue slipping out to taste the wine lingering on it. Eyes darting from your face to the glass of wine, his head tilted at it in curiosity. “Isn’t it too early to be drinking?”
Giggling at his statement, you held up the glass of liquor to his lips. “Want some? It’s good, trust me.” Seeing the crinkle on his nose, you shrugged and brought the rim to your lips to sip the burgundy liquid. “You’re missin’ out. It’s delicious.”
A small chuckle was all Mikey elicited, standing up fully to remove his jacket. Carefully hooking it where water wouldn’t reach prior to stripping the rest of his clothes. Thinking he’ll be joining you, you were quick to make more room for him in the tub only to squeal in surprise when Mikey scooped you up with no trouble. Bathwater sloshing around, puddles accompanied by petals on the tiles. The wine glass was so close to falling if your fingers weren't quick enough to set it down.
“‘Jiro—wait, the water—!”
Carrying you out of the bathroom, your boyfriend’s mouth peppered kisses onto the sensitive flesh of your neck, ignoring your protests. Fear of slipping off of his hold, your arms wrapped themselves around his neck whereas your mouth started to search for his.
“If anyone is missing out, it’s you,” he whispered, palm colliding to the plush of your ass. The yelp you made only caused him to grin, feet hurriedly heading in the direction of your bedroom. “Almost your special day, but you’re out here drinking wine like you don’t have me along to celebrate.”
“T-that’s because I thought you’d be late in coming home again.” Huffing softly, you added. “Plus, it isn’t my birthday yet. Not for another three hours.”
Mikey then set you down onto the mattress, sheets now slightly soaked. Those empty irises staring back at your innocent ones. Before you could ask him what was wrong, your boyfriend found your lips again. Tongues in a heated dance, wandering palms feeling every inch of your skin before settling on your inner thigh. Moaning your boyfriend’s name when his lips lowered down, he latched onto your perked nipple and bit it softly. His hips grinding slightly against your thigh, his half-hard cock leaking pre-cum brushing on your warm flesh. It was begging to be inside your wet cunt and stay there forever if he must.
And Mikey did exactly what he wanted to do—have you pressed hard onto the mattress, ass up in the air, hips pistoning while his thick cock bullied its way into your pussy. The sound of his balls slapping on your ass was intoxicating, moans bordering on screams muffled by the pillow with your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. The scene so filthy and lewd, but it seemed to encourage your boyfriend to ruin you even more. To have you practically screaming his name—anything to have any poor soul listening know you belonged to him. Obscene squelching noises mixed into the air along with your whine when Mikey spanked your ass again.
“You’re takin’ me so well, baby—made to be fucked and creaming around this cock, huh?” Mikey grunted, wincing at how hard your walls were clenching around his cock. “Gonna milk me, right? Gonna have me cumming so hard that you’ll be stuffed with cum—my cum. Bet ‘ya like that, eh? I guess you’re good for another thing other than taking my cock.” Leaning down, his chest was pressed on your back as he whispered, licking the shell of your ear in the process. “Gonna give me a baby this time, too?”
“‘J-jiro…” you whimpered at the implication, nails wishing to sink into his back and mark him like a bloodstain. Mikey’s teeth then sunk into your shoulder, mushroom tip hitting that sweet spot with every thrust. It had you squeezing your eyes shut, jaw dropped at the action and knuckles clenched. Picking up his pace once more, he was relentless. Raw power was what it was—feeling every dip and the weight of his thighs. The goal of making you a mess now cemented into his mind, hoping to have you creaming around his cock for the next three hours until midnight. Of course, he wasn’t going to tell you that. It is part of his surprise, after all. Shooting his seed inside you, to experience your pussy fluttering around his cock was just a bonus. “C-cum inside, fuck. Cum inside me, please!”
“You’re gonna cum?” Borderline brutal, your body shook at the force of his thrust. Tongue lolled out at the blissful ecstasy coursing through your nerves, sensing that familiar high approaching. Mikey knew it, too. Evident in how he was struggling at how your cunt had an almost vice-like grip. “Fuck, be a good girl and cum, baby. Cum around this cock of yours. Shit!”
Full. There were no other words to describe it, hand resting on your abdomen. The smile on your face was small, but it never faltered. The feeling of Mikey’s semen still oozing out of your puffy folds after going through numerous positions was unbelievable like the fact he fucked you for three hours straight. While your aching body and bones begged to rest for a week, Mikey had other plans as he approached you with the first-class tickets to Paris.
“Manjiro, this is so…” Eyes glistening with unshed tears at the gesture, your initial reaction was to pull him down for a kiss. Your boyfriend did go above and beyond to make you happy. There was pride in those eyes at how gleeful you were, excitement buzzing around your head at the idea of flying to the city of love tomorrow with Mikey. Because not only did he succeed in filling his pussy to the brim, he did the same with your heart as well.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
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Character/s: Bonten!Rindou Haitani
Warnings: f!reader, cursing, sexual themes, food play (?), fingering, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, praise, hint of overstimulation and fluff. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by @wakaslut 💖 thank u my beloved 🥺 happy valentine's day!
Synopsis: Rindou spends Valentine's day with you, his sweet girlfriend.
✃WC: 2k
Rindou hates long lines. He hates the thought of waiting without the certainty he’ll get what he came for caused by the sudden influx of demands. But what he hates more than lines and mingling with the overbearing crowd was the cause of it: Valentine’s day. The sudden sale of chocolates that were almost out, fully booked hotels and restaurants, overpriced flowers, all the pinks and reds—what was there to like? Perhaps if he were the ignorant teenager—before he met you—he used to be back in the day, he’d be back home watching another rerun of a cheesy rom-com movie he knew the ending to on television or hitting the streets with Ran to find a poor sucker to mess with to reach that high he knew all too well. What’s more, he regrets not taking up Koko’s offer of reserving flowers beforehand, letting his ego think for him, underestimating the load of work Bonten placed over his shoulders days before the dreaded hearts day.
Yes, Rindou hates Valentine’s day.
But he loves to see you smile more than anything. The feeling of pride swelling up his chest whenever you shower him with kisses and words of gratitude for the little surprises he’d give was intoxicating. And Rindou would damn well line up a thousand times for those flowers you loved than nothing at all. Even if the man in front of him was talking his ear off about the type of bouquet he should get for a girl that was clearly not interested in him.
Rindou thinks he deserves a pat on the back for putting up with this slow torture. He would’ve blown his cover and began shouting he was from Bonten to have the line disperse. However, he wouldn’t risk you crying and spending Valentine's behind bars. Rindou would kick himself where the sun doesn’t shine if you were to shed another tear because of him.
“I’m home,” he announced in a low voice, quickly removing his shoes and hiding the bouquet of your favorite flowers behind his back. Everything was worth it—you were worth it—in the end, he thought, as you greeted him with a sweet grin and a peck to his cheek. The exhaustion creeping up his legs and back disappeared almost instantly at the affection. Parchment rustling captured your attention, trying to peek at what your boyfriend got you. Rindou chuckled, rolling his eyes as he presented his gift. “Happy, uh, Valentine's day. I got you somethin’, hope these are—”
“Rin, you didn’t have to! They are so pretty!” you gushed, accepting the flowers at the sight of them. Nose pressed against one, you inhaled the refreshing scent before giggling at his attempt of appearing nonchalant. “Liar. You said you wouldn’t get me flowers this year.”
“Surprise?”
“I love it! Thank you, Rin.”
Pressing a chaste kiss on his mouth, you then lead him to the dining room, hand in hand. The sugary scent of something in the oven lingering in the apartment’s halls, evidence of icing in the apron you wore had your boyfriend smiling. Despite disliking what the annual tradition put him through, Rindou looked forward to tasting the cake you baked every year. The little pretty thing with all its strawberries and cream adorning the dining table along with the bottle of Rosé champagne and sliced cheese and fruits.
“Let me go and put these in a vase, okay?”
Rindou nodded, watching you rush to the kitchen with the flowers. Violet hues not missing the dress’ skirt swaying under the white apron, mind wondering what you were wearing underneath. Reaching to take a heart candy inside a glass bowl, Rindou squinted at the short message on the sweet.
Lover boy.
Tacky, he snickered before popping it into his mouth while waiting. The moment you came back, the flowers now in a beautiful vase, his eyes went straight to your outfit that was now in full display. And god, were you trying to kill him?
Hand itching to wrap themselves around your waist and pull you into his lap, Rindou’s ears didn’t hear you ramble, asking how his day went or his work. Your cleavage in full display stole the show. The sweetheart pastel pink dress hugged every curve you wore, teasing him to just rip it off and ravish you right there on the table. It felt like it has been years since he last touched you, throat dry and mind forgetting about last night. He was like a man parched by your softness and saccharine taste. Fuck, he wanted you, right then and there. Wanting to prove your pussy and lips were sweeter and tastier than any dessert he’ll ever have in his whole life—one he would never get tired of having.
Fuck, was it candy he ate or an aphrodisiac?
“Rin, are you okay?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine. The cake… shouldn’t we slice it up?”
Rindou knew he should control his urges. He didn’t want to overlook your work, knowing you’ve been busy all day just to prepare everything that is on this table. But god, it did prove to be a challenge. Amethyst irises darting from your face to your chest, your perfume tantalizing him to reach across the furniture and kiss you hard. Wishing to drink the Rosé champagne from your mouth or soak your skin with the liquor and drown in it until all he could taste was you. Even when you suggested feeding him the cake you baked, Rindou’s head was spiraling at the perverted images plaguing his mind, wishing he’d choke on the fork to calm down his erection.
Fuck, he wished you didn’t remove the apron until you both were finished eating. That way he’ll be able to give you his comment about the cake without getting distracted by your breasts pressed on his arm whenever you clung to him. The pants he wore was tight, half-hard cock twitching in its confinement leaking pre-cum. His discomfort was clear on his face that you weren’t able to ignore anymore, pausing on your chewing. Yet, just before you could ask Rindou what was wrong, clumsy fingers made your utensil coated with icing fly and land on your outfit. Hurriedly, you excused yourself and got up to wash it off by the kitchen sink.
While you muttered under your breath how it must’ve ruined the mood, Rindou dubbed it as a blessing.
Scooping up a handful of icing from his own slice of cake, Rindou found himself slowly approaching you from behind. The universe was finally giving him a chance and he wasn’t going to waste it. One second, you were turning the faucet off and turning to your boyfriend, brow raised. The next, the top of your breasts were now sticky with cream, Rindou smearing the icing without hesitation as he pressed you against the counter.
“R-Rin, wait—”
“Shh, you must be tired, bunny. Doing everything… Let me take care of you, yeah?”
Index finger on your lips, Rindou’s free hand pulled your dress down by the neckline, ignoring your shaky protest. Purple hues darkened in lust at your pink lace bra that was now on display. The groan he emitted was downright lewd, making your lower lips pool with heat and anticipation. Yes, you were definitely out to kill him. Smirking, he leaned down to wipe off the icing on your supple flesh with his tongue. Whimpering at the touch of the warm muscle, your grip on the counter tightened. Flustered cheeks pressed against his lilac strands, eyes half-lidded at the soft moans he let slip past. Rindou was close to burying his face in your tits, the sound of sucking and slurping filled the kitchen.
“My pretty bunny, did this all for me? Baking me a cake, wearing a sexy dress—all dolled up for me. So cute. What did I do to deserve you?” Rindou’s voice is slightly incoherent, tongue never leaving your breasts, now swirling around one of your perked nipples. Whining at the chance of him tearing the bra off and ruining it, your boyfriend then captured your lips, cooing, “Don’t worry, if it tears I’ll buy you the same set, alright? Maybe even add three more in different shades.”
“Rindou…”
“Just let me take care of my bunny,” he whispered, going back to your breasts that were now cleaned by his tongue. Palm cupping them, squeezing to hear your melodic moans. However, his fingers weren't, bringing them up and pushing them into your mouth. Rindou didn’t have to command you, his gaze was already enough for you to move. Lips circling the digits, you sucked off the leftover icing, thighs rubbing together to create some friction. The matching lace panties are now soaked with your arousal. Rindou’s impatience bled through when he met your mouth again, tasting the cream off of yours. His fingers soaked with your saliva reaching down to your clothed cunt, rubbing your clit through the lace. “Let me hear my cute bunny—fuck, let me hear you.”
Fingernails digging into his broad back, your back arched when his teeth sunk into your neck, peppering marks on the sensitive skin while his fingers pushed the thin material of your panties to the side. Rindou hummed at your tight pussy hugging his digits soaked with your juices, splitting the searing walls apart. Thumb rubbing on your puffy clit, drawing circular figures on the bundle of nerves.
“Rin, right there—shit.” Tears pricked your eyes, vision glossy. Clinging to his equally feverish body due to the ecstacy racing in each other’s veins, his hot breath panting on the shell of your ear had you whining. Rindou was on the same boat, cheeks dusting with pink at the euphoric mewls you sent to his ears. “M-more, Rin! Want you inside me—fuck, I need your cock. Please, please!”
And really, Rindou wasn’t gonna say no to your request.
Palm against your stomach, he prompted you to stay still as he bent down, head under the skirt of your dress. Breath stuck on your throat, you were sure you would’ve climaxed the moment his teeth were pulling your lace panty down. A thin line of slick connecting your underwear on your boyfriend’s teeth and your aching pussy was too much to bear. Whining for him to hurry up, Rindou quickly pocketed the item and unbuckled his belt. His pants didn’t even reach the ground when he slipped into your folds, the pink mushroom tip of his thick cock splitting your walls deliciously. The hem of your dress bunched around your hips as he held you there against the kitchen counter, thrusting up into your welcoming cunt.
“Fuck, so tight. Bunny’s pussy is so good to me, all for me,” Rindou groaned, burying his head into the crook of your neck as his cock pistoned in and out of your cunt’s death-like grip, eliciting a hiss from him. “Don’t, pretty bunny. G-gonna cum fast like this. Have to make you—fuck—cum first.”
Fucking you in the kitchen wasn’t part of the ‘romantic’ plan he had in mind on the way here, but how could he stop when you were taking his cock so deliriously good? Clenching around him like there was no tomorrow, a moaning mess on the pristine kitchen counter where your hands were achingly hanging onto as Rindou pounded into your squelching pussy. The mewls and high-pitched moans egged him on, thumb going back to your clit and ruthlessly rubbing it.
“Rin, I’m gonna cum—shit, I’m c-cumming! Ah—!”
Chest heaving, a blinding white light obstructed your view momentarily of Rindou’s focused expression. Chasing his own high, you felt tears stream down your cheeks at the overstimulation, listening to your boyfriend grunting with brows pinched together, until his cock spurted out thick milk, filling you up. Hoping to get your heart rate back to its normal beat, Rindou suddenly scooped you up, never pulling out while carrying you to the bedroom, far from finished. He did promise to take care of his pretty bunny, after all.
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ambrosial whispers
Character/s: aristocrat!Manjiro Sano and butler!Haruchiyo Sanzu
Warnings: f!reader, sexual themes, unprotected sex, threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, creampie, cunnilingus, and pet names used. Minors don’t interact!
Note: Commissioned by @thesimpsclub 💖 so sorry this took so long bby 😭 and thank you! hope you like it 😚
Synopsis: Your husband likes to spice things up and what better way than to indulge the wandering eyes of his trusted butler?
✃WC: 2.3k
One step forward, two steps back—the waltz of courtship was still familiar from the soles of your pointed shoes to the tips of your satin gloves enveloped in your husband’s warm fingers that squeezed occasionally to remind you of his presence. Tonight was supposed to be all about your sisters. A chance of securing their own husband or perhaps an engagement at least before the Season ends. Another reason why this ball was held was to showcase you and the man your mother approved of out of all the hundreds of suitors who flooded your house—Sano Manjiro.
Mother always prided herself on how she had things carved down on stone and had it materialize into a portrait of reality. And having you married off to a man of such good pedigree was one of those.
However, things don’t always follow the red string of fate spun by human hands and now, you could see your mother shaking her head in displeasure at the display in front of her. The ball, which was planned and brought to life by none other than her, was close to reaching its pique without her daughters ever catching a man’s eye.
Leave it to Manjiro’s older brother to steal the show and dance the night away with the other inebriated ladies in the hall. Shinichiro, despite earning the dukedom, still failed to find a wife for strange circumstances he had no control over. You recall him being one of the first few suitors to grace your household after debuting on your first ball. And as charming as he was in your mother’s eyes, the younger brother’s appeal was stronger. Love at first sight? Hardly. The first impression you had of your husband was… arrogant and definitely one who refused to be a mere wallflower. A man of action and power.
But it was all that—first impressions. Being married to Manjiro was the best thing to ever grace your mundane life, next to having his unconditional love.
Although Shinichiro was quite saddened, he was happy for his younger brother. He might have some luck this evening, though, as he continued to twirl the giggling lady in his arms. Not that it mattered anyway for Manjiro whispered into your ear with a tilting smile that sent butterflies fluttering across your stomach and up to the hammering organ in its ivory cage.
“Wife, don’t you think this is the perfect time to escape?” he purred, bringing up your hand to caress the soft material of your glove against his parted lips, temptation dripped down his suggestion. “We can head home and have fun ourselves—much better fun. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Blinking twice, you huddled closer to him. “Are you implying we should flee? Are you not afraid to face my mother’s anger once the sun rises?” you whispered back, irises shifting between his dashing appearance to your mother chatting with the other women across the hall. “This ball is her closing highlight—something she looked forward to since the Season came! And to run off for…” Cheeks reddening at the thought of what he meant by 'fun', you sputtered. “D-don’t we have our whole lives to do that? I mean—marriage gave us that right.”
Rolling his eyes, Manjiro huffed, “Yes, but don’t you think that is not enough?” Muttering under his breath, your impatient husband averted his gaze at his older brother waltzing with a new dance partner. “Can’t comprehend how I waited my whole life…”
“What?”
There it was. Those dark hues stare deep into your soul, silently urging you to follow his lead. Even during those days of courtship, you could never tell what was occupying his head or what Manjiro had in store for you. Tonight will perhaps share the same sentiment, carrying such promise once he stood up from his seat the moment the music picked up. With every rise of the crescendo, your feet chased after your husband and into the dead of night—locked in his embrace inside the carriage bound for the townhouse you two called home. Forgotten was the ball and what may be your mother’s seething reaction that would definitely greet you upon meeting her again. All that filled your head was the delight of Manjiro’s lips peppering kisses on the skin of your neck and heated cheeks. The lap robe and brazier doing poorly to warm you from the cold night for his caresses were searing enough to keep out the biting winds.
“Jiro—patience!” your yelp fell into ignorant ears. Manjiro was too focused on biting your bare shoulder while eyeing your cleavage. How was he supposed to remain all calm and collected when you were looking irresistible and just oozing with sensuality? It would be overkill if he told you to stop wearing low neckline dresses or gowns for that matter—he could ward off idiots who ought to pursue you despite being off the marriage market. Unshed tears glistened in your eyes, fists clenched tightly while swallowing back a moan. “Can’t this wait until w-we get to bed? Must we do this—”
Your husband's protests were immediate, lips latching onto yours in a passionate kiss, hushing up your retort. Warm palms cupping your breasts, kneading them a bit roughly. That was his answer. And you, flustered beyond reason, began to kiss him back earnestly at his vigor. Tongues in a heated tango, tasting and feeling one another the whole duration of the trip home. You wouldn’t have known the ride was over until light flooding from the windows illuminated your entangled bodies and the cool air ruffled the skirt of your gown.
“My lord?”
Manjiro shamelessly clung to you, daring not to let go if it weren't for you clearing your throat and practically pushing him away to address the person who opened the carriage’s door. Your eyes looked everywhere other than your butler, Haruchiyo. Those azure irises burned brighter than the flickering flame in his lantern at what he witnessed, yet never hesitated in holding out a hand for you to take. Ignoring your husband’s pointed stare, you forced a smile while greeting the man. Maybe this situation was far better than a scandal and have the ton chatter about it during tea time—far better. At least it was only Haruchiyo who saw… and Manjiro was your husband. It was only normal for married couples.
But why does it feel like you were caught having an affair?
What nonsense.
“Wait,” Manjiro’s command broke through the awkward silence. Your feet halted on their tracks, turning back to see what was taking him so long to enter the warmth provided by the abode. The blond-haired butler, whose mysterious circumstances were as secretive as to how he got those scars, stood still. “Haruchiyo, before you retire this evening, would you please meet me in my study?”
You should’ve seen this coming. Haruchiyo has been serving under your husband for years—not sure how long since the fellow was quite silent in nature. However, whether it was out of curiosity or mere interest, you were no stranger to the scarred man’s lingering gazes. Although you wouldn't admit it aloud, Haruchiyo was a fine man. And now, your husband has finally caught wind of his butler’s apparent interest in you...
“Manjiro, what are you—”
The rest of your words died down once he held your hand, pulling you into the house with him. All the while remaining eye contact with Haruchiyo’s alarmed stare. The same thought occupied both of your heads.
Was he going to be let go?
“Jiro, what are you going to do with Haruchiyo?” Fear and anxiety settled into your bones, unsure what just occurred and how to maneuver around it. Hearing no response, you continued. “If it’s about...” Trailing off, you realized you now stood in front of the master bedroom door where Manjiro led you to. The smoldering lust in his black irises took away your breath. Instantly, it reminded you of what transpired in the carriage which caused you to flush deeply.
“Wife, you better be naked in bed before I return, am I understood?”
“A-alright.” Immediate your reply was, brought by your initial nervousness. You didn’t even know you spoke out until you watched the back of your husband disappear down the hall and enter his study. Hands shaky, you hurriedly slipped into the bedroom and started undoing your clothes—suddenly wishing that you didn’t send your maid to retire early for the night.
The mattress was cold against your skin, nipples perked up once met with air and goosebumps etched themselves across your flesh. However, all that you could think of was what could be happening in your husband's study. Was Haruchiyo laid off? If that occurs, what then? Didn’t Manjiro trust the man so much?
“I apologize if we took long, love,” your husband’s soft voice had your spine stiffening. Mind too caught up on imagining the 'what ifs' that you failed to hear the door clicking open and see it wasn’t only Manjiro who was present in the room.
“Haruchiyo?!” Instinctively, you tried to cover your nudity, wide-eyed at your butler who stood by the door. “What is he doing here?”
Haruchiyo’s hands were clasped behind his back in silence. Manjiro approached you with a serene expression on his face. Wasn’t he angry? Usually, he would’ve been jealous—stating a hundred times that no other man could see you in such a state other than him. Yet here he was, pushing you flat onto the mattress and spreading your legs. Your damp folds clear under the golden light for the scarred man to see. Earlier you would’ve complained at the cold, but now your whole form was probably in similar temperature to the fire eating away the logs on the fireplace—raging hot.
“Manjiro—”
“Shh, don’t be alarmed.” Manjiro gave you a reassuring smile that would’ve done wonders before this whole confusing scenario. “You didn’t think I’d let go of such a valuable helper, did you?” Seeing you frown, he continued. “And there’s nothing to worry. He will merely watch us, nothing more… unless I command him to move.”
The train of thought halted on its tracks once your husband started kissing you fervently, tongue slipping into your mouth to taste your sweetness again. The entire time you returned his affections, you were careful not to moan too loudly—embarrassed already. Manjiro immediately took note of this, hand sliding down to cup your pussy and inserting a finger into your wet folds.
Goodness—
You bit on your lower lip, close to drawing blood at the onslaught. If moaning were a problem, the sound of your slick filling the room obscenely was torture with every plunge. Your arousal not a secret anymore and seeing there was no point in hiding it anymore, you mewled.
The single audience in the room was long forgotten, yet his ocean blues were intensely trained on every kiss, moan and movement. The tent in his pants grew uncomfortable, cock twitching in its confinement that it almost hurt. And the moment Manjiro got rid of his own clothing and had you sit on his lap—facing Haruchiyo and your pussy splitting apart upon sinking onto Manjiro’s cock—Haruchiyo Sanzu began to think this was all a dream. How could his master be so benevolent and have him watch? Did his master know he has been fantasizing about his beautiful wife in such a light?
“J-Jiro! Ah—so huge!”
“You’re so tight, my love.” Groaning at how your pussy was warm and squeezing him perfectly, Manjiro couldn’t help but chuckle breathlessly. “So perfect—all mine.”
Perhaps, if this were a dream, it was definitely one Haruchiyo would refuse to wake up from. Especially you sounding so heavenly.
Your climax came down upon you without hesitation, warm walls squeezing your husband’s cock as you stilled from riding him. Hair askew, sweat mingling, and lips parted in bliss. Resting your head against Manjiro’s shoulder, you keened at the feeling of his cum coating your insides full to the point his semen dripped out upon pulling out.
“Haruchiyo, come here and clean the mess up.”
Cheeks hot from the excursion and the embarrassment at the realization that you had sex in front of Haruchiyo, you turned to look at your husband in confusion—only to gasp when the blond man was now sitting before you—nose mere inches away from touching your wet pussy.
“Jiro, what is he—”
“You’ll see,” Manjiro supplied, averting his gaze to his trusted man and nodded. “Go on. Clean her up and don’t leave out a single drop. If you do, you should have your bags packed by morning.”
“Understood, my lord.”
The moment Haruchiyo’s tongue met your sensitive bundle of nerves, you were quite sure you would have passed out. Highly sensitive from your orgasm earlier, your thighs were quivering and thrashing. Heaven, this must certainly be heaven! There was no other way to explain this moment—with how Haruchiyo’s tongue circled around your opening and carefully sucked out Manjiro’s semen, aiming to thoroughly clean you. Your husband, on the other hand, began sucking on your skin. Hands pinching your nipples or fondling them as his butler ate you out.
“W-wait—I’m still—H-Haru!” Crying out, your back arched, welcoming another orgasm brought by the scarred man. Would it be a sin to entertain the thought and question whether he was amazing in bed? He definitely has the experience to reduce you into a panting mess, chest heaving harshly.
Body trembling under your husband’s hold and Haruchiyo’s skillful tongue, you slowly gathered your jumbled thoughts as your high wore off once more. Manjiro’s fingers wiped away the moisture that glistened down your cheeks at the height of your ecstasy, a small smile on his lips at your dazed look.
“I gather you enjoyed that, wife—evident on how you moaned another man’s name other than mine.” Leaning down to press his lips against your forehead, he hummed. “But I wouldn't mind doing this again…”
A-again?
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MIRRORBALL
Character/s: Souya Kawata
Warnings: f!reader, hurt to comfort, mature language, fluff, and suggestive themes.
Note: commissioned by @sohya 💙 hope you like it love!!
Synopsis: At the end of a storm, comes a rainbow shining just for you.
✃WC: 2.5k
Part One | Part Two
Anxiety weighed you down like a tiny paperclip on top of a single sheet of paper in the shape of your chest—almost insignificant but still devastating once entertained. Thoughts of messing up all your hard work to the point it got out of hand continue to plague your mind after unintentionally spilling coffee on your superior’s paperwork this morning. Lucky for you, all you got was a verbal warning and for you to reprint the documents. Sure, it was humiliating and all you wanted was to be swallowed up by the pristine tiles, at least you weren’t fired. Ignoring the pointed stares you got was like peeling off a band-aid compared to receiving a pink slip. But the universe wasn’t smiling down on you today. Oh no, it was mad.
Mad enough to have you blunder a couple of times from handing out the wrong documents to different people, bumping into the janitor’s bucket that resulted in dirty water spilling everywhere onto the floor—even going so far as to have you trip multiple times that resulted in one of your heels breaking on your way to the cafeteria for lunch. If the sandwiches your lovely boyfriend made also met the ground, you were sure you would have lost it already. Yeah, today was totally not in your favor at all.
Slumping down onto the swivel chair, hand massaging your temples, you darted your gaze at the calendar sitting daintily by the stacks of paperwork you had to finish by tomorrow. Narrowed eyes at the numbers, you sighed. It certainly wasn’t Friday the 13th. What is something with today that has you cursed with such unfortunate circumstances? Was chaos spelled across your forehead? Was something evil attached to your arm that was calling out all the malignant forces to pester you? Well, whatever it was, you just hope it will die down before the end of your shift.
Sneaking a glance at your phone, your mind latched to the image of your long-time boyfriend probably still tucked in, snoring because, unlike you, he had today off. Souya’s brother was off to the province to visit some relatives, giving your lover a day off. And today isn’t just a regular Friday—it’s your third year anniversary. Yet, you weren’t blessed with such a miracle such as staying in bed or being greeted by the morning light and Souya’s feather-like kisses. Drinking in his serene face that was usually in a frown when things did not go to plan or he encountered an unnecessarily fussy customer at the restaurant. Wondering if he’d like the little gift you got him a few weeks ago for this special occasion. But no, you had to practically jump off your bed to catch the train unless you wanted it to be as crowded as it can get when living in Tokyo. Breathing in sharply through your nose, you fought hard for your fingers not to float towards the gadget and text him, asking him what he was up to.
Receiving a verbal warning is enough—do you really want to get laid off?
Forcing a smile on your face, hoping that it’ll become genuine as long as you tried, the day was slowly leeching off your energy, albeit too rapidly. No matter how hard you try to stay positive, reminding yourself that you would return home soon and bask in your lover’s embrace after a hearty dinner, it wasn’t working out as far as you hoped. Because who the fuck was in charge of maintaining the elevators and why were they terrible at their jobs for it to suddenly break down when you were tasked to head to the office three floors above yours? And then you knew, this day wouldn’t be complete without draining the last bit of energy you had.
Yup, today is definitely the worst.
Seeing time ticking on his watch, Souya softly thanked the florist who was sweet enough to cater to his request and carried off. Walking down the busy streets, the summer heat was so intense this year that he was starting to sweat despite staying out of the sun’s searing rays. One hand carrying the bouquet of peonies, lavenders, and a few white roses. The other hoping to get his hand on the cake you always wished to try from the bakery you two often frequented when life wasn’t keeping you both busy. Passing by the ramen shop he and his brother owned, Souya’s thoughts went to you. Sugoaku was, after all, the place where he met you.
Stray cats were doing their daily prowl by the area, seeking any chance of food by the back door. With the leftover tuna in his hand, Souya was about to feed the strays felines when he noticed them crowding over a bent figure. And there you were, cooing at the two cats who were quick to chow down on the can of tune you bought from the nearby convenience store. Eyes wide in shock at his figure standing by the door, staring at the scene. Quick to stand, you immediately offered him an explanation. That the cats looked hungry and that you would do something about it if they were ever to come back and bother the restaurant. If you only knew he wasn’t paying any attention to whatever you were saying. Gazed transfixed at how flustered you look, fretting around as if you committed a huge crime.
“I’ll definitely do something. Honest!”
Small but evident, Souya smiled fondly at the memory. Fate really is mysterious as it was funny. He never thought he’d be in a serious relationship with that same woman who begged him not to do any harm to the kittens. Blaming the furrow of his brows and locked jaw, you were certainly terrified at what he might do. Yet, you never disappeared into thin air from then on. Starting out little by little, those impromptu visits became laid out plans. The ink written by destiny started its path across your pages, intertwining the two of your lives together. Souya never complained and neither did you. Those stolen glances turned to longing stares until fingers barely ghosting over the other wasn’t enough. Wanting to kiss you wasn’t enough for the blue-eyed wonder who never failed to put a grin on your face at his acts of affection.
Three years, huh? Souya never thought he’d still be here. You, still here. And no matter how many misunderstandings and arguments may erupt, the green-eyed monster rearing its head at times, he knew there was no other place he’d rather be in than in your arms. Other than Nahoya, you were the next safe haven he could have in a city where bloodshed was often haunting the corners or the dark alleys he has turned his back on. The woman who accepted him wholeheartedly despite the damage his own fists can make whenever sorrow was taunting him. Cradle his heart akin to holding glass while raking those nails down his back. He just wished you would let him take care of you as much as you did for him. Were you doing alright? Did you take the sandwiches he made last night? Did you like them? He hoped you weren’t cursing at him for failing to wake up earlier to kiss you goodbye or even see you out. To whisper good luck and hope you’ll make it home before supper. And most of all…
He hopes you weren’t angry at him.
Scratching his cheek, Souya sometimes wishes you’d share your burden with him. It was clear as day that work was tiring you out, slowly sucking out the passion in those eyes. He wasn’t as oblivious to your hidden yawns and soft groans of pain whenever you were in the kitchen making dinner for you two, fist hitting the sore area on your back whenever you thought his gaze was on the television. He definitely isn’t blind to see the evident dark circles forming beneath your pretty eyes that never failed to shine at the sight of him. And he was certainly not deaf to ignore your snores that grew louder each night that passed whenever you did not get adequate rest. Plus, you could be as stubborn as his brother. How was he supposed to tell you to rest if you were one step away from shooting daggers at him to keep distance while you were in the zone? The last time he bugged you to sleep, Souya slept at his brother’s apartment in fear of making you even more vexed at one in the morning. Nahoya laughed at his misfortune after making him a bowl of ramen to ponder over what to do with you.
“If I were you, I’d let it blow over. Let her come around on her own.”
“I’m home!”
Silly of him to call that out. Force of habit, he guessed. After all, he’s the one who comes home late every night, coming home to you either cooking or lounging by the couch waiting for him to eat the pizza you got delivered. Another sigh left his lips at the thought. Were you getting tired of coming home to an empty space? If you wished, Souya would definitely take a vacation. Cook you a meal and kiss you endlessly before sending you to work. Ask him to jump, and he’ll ask how high, where, and when. If only you’d ask…
He could definitely take care of you.
Used to this phenomenon, the expression of utter surprise on his handsome features was like red paint sprayed over ivory walls when his gaze landed on your hunched form by the kitchen sink. Placing the bouquet and cake on the coffee table, your boyfriend approached you silently. Only noticing him when you finally stood up straight, holding a candle holder. The smile you shot him was as beautiful as the first fallen snow, but equally had its hints of melancholy. A barely-there smile. Souya’s left eye slightly twitched at your attempt to keep in whatever was bothering you.
Foolish of you to think you could hide it from him.
“Babe? You’re home early…” Blue irises seeking the clock hanging on the wall, his lips parted at the time. It was still thirty minutes early from your usual leave. Thousands of questions from how and why sprung up into his head, mouth unable to begin forming them when you sighed. Leaning against the counter, you placed the candle holder with a small pout. Hands crossed over your chest, you mumbled.
“Yeah, I know. It’s ‘cause my boss wanted me to return home early—and no, I did not get fired. If that’s what you’re afraid to hear,” you were quick to add, seeing the telltale alarm in those crystal blues. Souya was always looking out for you, knowing when to catch you whenever you were about to fall or to hand you a glass of water if you appeared you were about to cough out your food. He was everything a boyfriend should be—the ideal lover anyone would want and have. Unlike you, who was sent home earlier than the rest because you broke down in tears in the middle of typing because you failed to execute the task your superior handed to you three days ago. Fear licked at the soles of your feet as you padded to the refrigerator, hoping to clear your head by making dinner.
Yeah, Souya was charming when he could be. His appeal too cute for anyone to resist if they managed to crack the rough shell and see the real Souya hiding underneath. For sure, he could have any girl he wanted, one who wouldn’t scream at him out of frustration. One who would be there to greet him by the door every time and not close to passing out due to exhaustion. And that someone is not you—
“Babe.”
Lifting your eyes from staring at the tofu too long, you met his inquisitive stare. Boring holes into your skull, trying to figure out what was wrong. Instantly on the offense, you held up your hands and grinned widely.
“What?”
Keep it in.
“Is there somethin’ wrong?”
He doesn’t need to know how pathetic you really are.
“S-something wrong? What do you mean?”
Let him see and he’ll leave you for sure—
Hand reaching out to squeeze your shoulder, Souya furrowed his brows and stared straight into your glossy eyes. “You’re turning pale. Breathe, baby. Breathe…” Gentle and warm, his other hand rubbed your back as you took deep breaths in. Never having realized you were holding it in. “That’s it, that’s it…” Patting your head, he leveled his head with yours. Eagerly listening to the sound of your breath gradually returning to normal. Those eyes widened at the tears now sliding down the apples of your cheeks. “W-why are you cryin’? Tell me, baby, what’s wrong?”
And that question alone broke the thin dam.
Clutching at his shirt, you cried out. Tears stream down your face in fat globes, loud as they hit the floor. “I had a shitty day at work, Souya! N-nothing was going my way. I-I was fucking sure they’d fire me, you know?” Sobbing into your hands, you felt his arms envelope around your shaking form and hugged you. Not tight to a point it was suffocating, just right for you to remember his presence as your muddled mind started to pour out the stress it went through. Listening and letting you cry it all out. “And, a-and then they sent me home. Said I can rest, but as I left, it didn’t feel right! I felt so stupid! Useless even! I was afraid if you saw me in such a shitty state on our anniversary you’d get tired and leave me—”
“Leave you?”
Fuck, the cat’s out of the bag…
About to explain, Souya beat you to it first. Pulling away slightly, his warm hand cupped your soft cheek while shaking his head. “Who said I’ll leave you, huh? What gave you that stupid idea?” Mouth opening and closing, unable to speak a word, you stood there. Like a fish out of water. Seeing that, Souya puffed out air at the ridiculous notion. “Really stupid. You know I won’t love anyone else but you, yeah?” Lightly flicking your forehead, you blinked twice. Meeting those azure irises that held a lot more love than you could describe, practically screaming at you now. Overflowing, accepting, unconditional. And most of all, yours.
Yours, yours, yours.
Fighting back the idiotic grin now breaking through the surface, you groaned into your hand. “God, I look and feel like a baby after saying all that…” Fingers moving to hoist your chin up, the rest of your sentence dissipated into the air when Souya’s supple lips met yours. The paperclip weight gradually being lifted as he moved his mouth against yours like it was the very first time. Reminding you that in the beginning and in the end, it will always be you and him. Dazed, you didn’t mind his mouth pulling away to press more chaste kisses to your dumbfounded face.
You love him, you really do.
“Why… don’t we get married?”
And he does, too.
“Eh?”
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