Hii! Can I Request A Headcanon Or Scenario (whatever Is Better) Where Ran’s With This Girl And Keeps

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“I don’t hate you. That’s the fucking problem.”

Days passed and the words kept echoing in your mind as well as Sukuna’s. Almost as if he's trying to convince himself as much as you.

He knows what's the root cause of this problem. He needs to get laid.

It's just lust. If I can't get you out of my head, then I'll fuck it out of my system.

Yeah, that's his solution. Go to a random club and get fucking laid.

He found a distraction as soon as he ordered his first drink from the bartender. Some random woman clung to his arm as he downed his drink. Didn't even have to try.

He forgot how easy it was for him to seduce a woman. Before you lived with him, he used to have random hookups here and there. Now, it's like he doesn't even recognize himself.

The woman introduced herself and tried to make small talk but honestly, Sukuna didn't even pretend to care. Just a distraction.

Five drinks later, he finds himself in the dance floor as the woman grinds herself to his hips.

Bad idea. Bad fucking idea. Because as he closed his eyes, all he could think about was you, not the woman in front of him. Your hair, your skin, your body.

What are the chances of running into Yuuji and his damn circle of friends in the same club at Friday night? Turns out, it's fucking high.

Because when he opened his eyes again, he finds you staring straight at him from the mezzanine floor of the club.

Yuuji dragged you along with him to celebrate Yuta Okkotsu's birthday, your senior.

He couldn’t stand watching you sulk in your room anymore. He asked Nobara to dress you up and Megumi to help him convince you to join the party. You can’t say no to the trio.

You were met with a cocktails and vodka shots the moment you stepped into the booth, you were already half drunk by the time you managed to greet Yuta a happy birthday.

“Thanks for being here, enjoy the party!” He replied enthusiastically before being dragged away by Maki.

“Hey Yuuji, am I drunk already or is that really your brother at the dance floor?” Your eyes immediately darted where Megumi was pointing at.

“Nah, you’re drunk Fushiguro. I’m not even sure he knows a single dance move.” Yuuji dismissed and didn’t even bother to look at the man on the dance floor.

“Fuck, it is him.” You exclaimed, almost only to yourself.

You’d recognize that build and tattoos anywhere, he stood out even with the sea of bodies that swayed with the rhythm of music.

But that’s not all you noticed, you can clearly see a woman grinding herself to him. His eyes were staring back at you, but his hands were planted on her waist.

Your eyes were focused on the way his hands roamed around her body. When he pulled the woman close to him using her hair, you’re done for. You felt turned on yet pissed at the same time. You can imagine yourself down there with him, it's you that he's touching and not her. Why does it have to be another woman? God, why not you?

Seeing that scene made you sober up. Great, the reason why you were sulking was here, on the verge of fucking someone else.

Why did that annoy you so much?

“We’re gonna need more shots.” Nobara stated when she noticed your expression.

“You know what? Bring the whole damn bottle. Happy birthday Yuta! Let’s get fucking wasted!”

Sukuna watched as you retreated back to your booth. The blood that rushed from his brain down to his cock was now dissipating. It’s no fun when you’re not watching anymore.

“What the hell is your problem?!” The woman shrieked when she almost fell to her face, as he shoved her away from him.

“Sorry, lost my interest.” He simply said and went back to the counter.

Goddammit, he can't even get hard if it's not you that he's touching or thinking about.

Sukuna’s phone vibrates almost an hour later.

“What.” He answers it without looking, knowing fully well who’s on the other line. His eyes were fixed up on the balcony once more.

“Nobara got her really drunk and she’s been cursing your name all this time.”

Sukuna stayed silent, what the fuck was he supposed to do?

He had a plan before coming here, which was clearly ruined when he opened his eyes again and laid it upon you. When he saw you watching him so intently he couldn’t do it, either it’s you or no one else.

“Plus, she’s saying she’s going home with a man, so-”

“I’m coming up there right now, don’t fucking touch her.” He snarled.

Sukuna found you on the deck outside, with a man in front of you.

Who the fuck?

The loud stomping of shoes to your direction didn’t stop you from mindlessly playing at the shot glass in your hands. Your vision was spinning due to all the liquor you drank. Drinking with Nobara felt like playing a losing game.

“I live close by. Wanna come with me?” Toma, the guy in front of you said.

“‘m sorry, but I’m here with my friends.” You tried rejecting him but he was so persistent, even had the audacity to touch your arm.

“Come on. It’s only a five minute walk, I can-”

“No you won’t. Get your fucking hands off or I’ll break it.” Sukuna deadpanned. The guy tried to apologize but he scrammed almost immediately when Sukuna gave him a deathly glare.

“Hello Sukuna, where’s your woman?” Your sardonic tone pissed him off even more.

Right in front of me, pouting. He wanted to say.

“C’mon, we’re leaving. Now.” Sukuna stated. You set the shot glass down and stared at his palm that was stretched out in front of you.

“We can’t leave, haven’t found my man yet. Since you scared that one away, I should start looking for a new one.” You slur, whole body swaying as you stood up abruptly.

“You’re not going anywhere.” In an instant, Sukuna had already blocked your path.

Your upper body bends as he caged you to the closest railing. Surprised by his act and fucking scared of falling, your arms immediately clung to his neck.

His familiar perfume flooded your senses due to the distance between the two of you being mere inches from one another. It's intoxicating. Addicting.

Then you remembered what you saw on the dance floor.

“Let go of me, Sukuna. You haven’t answered my question, where’s the woman you were with earlier? Stay away from me and go back to her.” You tried shoving him with both hands but he didn’t budge.

“One minute you can’t stand me, the next you act like this. I can’t understand you. What the hell do you want from me?” You locked your eyes with his as you pounded your fists to his broad chest.

“You really don't get it, do you?” His jaw clenched.

“Get what? You confuse me a lot you know? You said you didn't hate me, so what's this? Do you just enjoy making my life miserable?”

“Fuck, I want you!” He finally exploded. “The woman that I want is you. You’re my brother’s best friend and I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts but I can't fucking help it. I want to claim you, I want to make you cry out my name, I want every inch of you.” Your mouth parts as you stood still, stunned into silence. Sukuna’s chest was heaving as he continued on.

“I’ve been going crazy trying to keep my fucking distance because I know I’ll ruin you. But you ruined me, now I can’t get you out of my head.”

“You…want me?” You inhaled sharply. That was unexpected.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. It’s driving me insane.”

“Yeah, I find that hard to believe.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “I saw you earlier, you’ll fuck that woman if you haven’t seen me. Or have you done it already?”

“Don’t look at me like that, no I didn’t fuck her. I haven’t even touched any woman since you moved in with us. Fucking hell, even my body betrayed me because it wants only you.” He gripped the railing tightly, hands flexing at your sides like he was holding himself back from touching you.

The silence stretched between the two of you. The air was thick with tension and filled with something neither of you could dare describe.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same,” he murmured, his voice rough, pleading. “And I’ll let you go.”

Your fists dropped on your side. You should lie. You should lie and say the words that would make him leave.

You should say it. That this was wrong, that you didn’t want to betray your best friend by going after his brother.

But you didn’t.

Because despite knowing better—you wanted him too.

All you could do was do was look up at him, eyes burning with the truth you couldn’t escape.

You didn’t say a word.

And that silence was your answer.

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part 5 in the works.

JUST ONE YESTERDAY— HANMA SHUJI

SYN: i know im bad news, i saved it all for you.

CW: dark content & nsfw. fake marriage. smoking. italics are past events. extreme violence (blood, bone breaking, weapons used, murder, etc.) if you can handle the anime you can handle this. smut. fingering. choking. unprotected sex (hate fucking, sloppy fucking, biting, hair pulling.) gun play. dacryphilia. pet names (babe. princess. little lady. sweetheart) MINORS DNI! AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI!

WC: 9.5k. unedited? beta read halfway by @tetsutits. barely proofread bc fuck it, we ride at dawn <3

assassin!fem!reader + assassin!hanma

NOTE: someone tell my brain to stop coming up with ideas, i simply cannot run away. heavily inspired by: this song. this took me two days to write due to me analyzing fight scenes and other nonsense. also i suck at trying to write smut and im slowly easing myself into those waters again, so please be nice! if i missed anything in the cw tags please let me know but don’t be an ass about it :D thank you guys!

MASTERLIST

Hanma pulls out another cigarette from his pack, placing the stick in between his lips, “Babe, have you seen my lighter?” he mutters distinctively, looking down at you.

You hum out tiredly, hand patting the cup holders, the sound of the lighter bouncing around in the empty holder fills your ears. Fingers wrapping around it, you sit up and away from his chest. Your thumb rolling against the friction roll in one practiced motion, the light from the igniting flame lights both of your faces.

Hanma leans closer to you, the cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes never leaving yours— even as he leans forward, lighting the cigarette. You swallow dryly, the gaze he held on you made your skin crawl, even after working with him for years now, he still gets you riled up.

The smell of the cigarette lingers in the air, and you grimace at the potent smell. The smoke makes your lungs burn heavily as you lazily toss the lighter back into the cup holder. You snuggle back into his neck, humming softly to yourself. He lets out a grunt, looking down at you while taking a long drag, flicking the excess ash off to the side, making sure to not get you. He knew you already hated the way he smoked but it calmed his nerves and eased his mind.

Your fingers start to trace the outline of the suit he’s wearing, his chest heaving out slowly each time he takes a drag. With one hand on your waist, his long fingers played with the rim of the black dress you had on, feeling content with how you were sitting. The both of you ignoring the beeping coming from his watch, and the ringing from his phone.

You stir lazily, letting out a groan, already wishing for this mission to be over with. You lift yourself up off of him, throwing yourself in the passenger seat.

“Time already?” you mumble out in question, letting out a sigh. Hanma hands you the gun that he held onto, his eyes on his phone.

He hums, giving you an affirmative nod, flicking the ashes off into the cup holder, “Seems so,” he breathes out, giving you a wink.

You lean into the seat and fumble for the bag as Hanma drives to the club. It felt heavy in your lap, grabbing the things you both needed for the mission. You’ve already received the coordinates along with the target that had to be eliminated. Hanma watches you from the corner of his eye, a small smirk lingering on his lips, he places his hand on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You don’t really remember when you started to work with Hanma, both of you coming from the same network. Freelancers took side missions that others couldn’t finish, you hated him, his stupid grin and the way he smokes like it’s nobody’s business. He was a well known man, an assassin that everyone feared and in return you were “legally” married to him for the sake of holding a story—a fake marriage that made everything look better. Many of your targets ate up the fact that the both of you played the role of being highschool sweethearts.

“Your wife?” the man says, exhaling smoke from his lungs, you watch as it wafts in the air, causing you to clear your throat.

Hanma grins, placing an arm around your shoulder, placing a kiss on your temple, “Wonderful, isn’t she?”

You gave the man a small smile, closing the gap between you and Hanma, placing a hand on his thigh. “Highschool sweethearts.” you chirp out to him, looking up at Hanma with adoration. He looks down at you, eyes glancing at the way your lips were parted and back up towards your eyes.

You are a temptress, it was your job to seduce and destroy— an irresistible urge Hanma had to mollycoddle with not caring if you couldn’t stand him. He wanted you more than anything and he slowly had you wrapped around his finger, just the way he liked.

The man rips a chilling laugh, placing the cigar on the tray. “Ah, yes, young love.” he sneers, hands quickly rummaging for the pistol he had underneath the table.

Hanma hums at the man, tipping his whiskey glass to him. “Don’t do anything stupid.” he warns, taking a sip of the rum while letting out a relaxed sigh. The man tilts his head, unsure by what Hanma meant as his hand glides over the pistol.

You smiled at Hanma, free hand grabbing the gun from your thigh holster, pointing it at the man. He yelps, a shadow of fear glistening over his face, trying to grab the pistol but you smile to yourself when you hear the weapon fall to the floor. Hanma pulls you closer with a single pull by the chin, kissing you roughly as you fire four shots at the target, ignoring the way his blood splatters around the table. Hanma slips a hand underneath your dress, rubbing your thigh causing you to drop the gun on the table.

“Security on the way! Guys!” your tech engineer yelled in both of your earpieces, you straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers lacing with the strands of his hair. “GUYS!”

Hanma bites the bottom of your lip, giving you one last sloppy kiss before he pulls himself away from your touch. He looks over your shoulder, grinning widely, “Damn princess, overkill?” he whispers to you while pecking your cheek, you look over your shoulder, watching the man’s blood pool around him.

You give Hanma a shrug, sliding yourself off of him, “He kept staring at my tits.” you state in defense, getting up from the booth.

In your defense, Hanma was irresistible, a danger to you, but the way he held onto you after each mission told you otherwise. You were a trained assassin, but yet you couldn’t decipher him at all. A lost feather in the wind tumbling to the ground before being swept back off its feet, Hanma Shuji was the dancing feather in the wind and you were simply the one chasing.

A man full of mysteries, he always knew how to dodge the questions that kept you up at night, but he knew how to keep you on your toes. There has never been a dull moment with him, many called him the “Reaper” or even the “Man behind the mask.” Assassin’s were cautioned to avoid him, always taking him as someone who wants to work alone. You decided to test those waters years ago with the game of cat and mouse.

The smell of bacon and the sweet smell of syrup fill the small outdated diner, the bell above the door rang out in alarm. Causing the waiters to greet you, your heels softly clicking on the porcelain tile as you shrugged off the trench coat, folding it over your arm. You made your way down the aisle, glancing at the man that sat in the red booth that was sipping on a cup of coffee.

The hand tattoos distinctively make an appearance, your stomach flips in excitement, knowing that you had found the man that you wanted to work with. The black tailored suit made him stick out along with the obnoxious newspaper that you could see he was hardly reading. Already coming to terms with yourself on how you were going to get him strung in.

You stood in front of the booth, waiting for him to address you but nothing came out of him. Causing you to tap your heel impatiently, clearing your throat in order to get his attention fixated on you.

Hanma gives you a smug grin, slowly but surely giving you attention after waiting a long 5 minutes. He folds the newspaper in an even half, letting out a low grunt, “Well, are ya’ gonna sit?” he questions you with a smirk.

“Right,” you belittle, sliding in the booth across from him folding your hands together over the table. You started twiddling your thumbs, looking up at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

“You must be the little lady that took her time tracking me down?” he asks, taking a generous sip of his coffee. You swallow the lump in your throat, he figured you out even before you could. It made you backtrack your plan a few steps, wanting to bonk yourself in the head for being so careless. Your intentions were clear, you only needed him for your work and that’s it, already feeling the passion of loathing him had started to set.

“I am that little lady, yes,” you reply with a nod, your eyes never leaving his amber ones. Hanma adjusted his posture, leaning into the table, taking in the way you didn’t do your best to hide your nervousness.

“Heard that you wanted to give me a proposition, hm?” he chides, placing his head on top of his hands, tilting his head in a teasing manner. Hanma slowly wanted to get under your skin, making sure to never take his eyes off of you.

You snap out of the trance, brows going up in realization. “Correct, I actually wanted to ask you if-if you wanted to work side by side,” you calmly say out loud, it sounded so much better in your head but you didn’t care. You had been searching for him for a year and a half, you weren’t going to let him slip away from you now. “I have a lead I’ve been doing for almost two years now—“

He laughs, throwing you off your words, his finger sliding his round glasses back up his nose. “Your yakuza errand, two years?” he baffles out, giving you an uninterested frown. “Honestly, princess, I would have killed that man a long time ago. It’s not worth anyone’s time.” he shrugs off, causing you to blink at him with bewilderment.

You lick your lips, grabbing the butter knife that sat happily on the white napkin, the silver feeling cool against your skin. “I’m not like everyone else,” you grumble, gripping the knife, giving him a stoic glare.

The sound of his laugh ripples through the air, he didn’t know if you were just plain stupid or being serious, his laugh died down in his throat as his fist hit the table, “Don’t waste my time, cut to the fucking chase, little lady.”

You blink, mouth agape in shock, you clench your jaw, nodding your head in agreement. “It has taken me this long because I have to present myself as a married woman. I have gotten closer towards my target, but he wants to meet my fucking husband,” you explain angrily, sticking the butter knife in the air, you twirled it around your knuckles. “I don’t have a husband and that’s the only reason why I've been searching for you. I don’t want anyone else in the network to work with me.” you truthfully say, letting out the breath of air you held in.

“Deal.” he agrees, not even caring to hear more of your sob story. You let out a shocked huff, setting the knife down and looking over at him. You didn’t know if he was bluffing or just saying it to get your hopes up—it intrigued you.

Except Hanma didn’t want to admit, he was truly entranced with your beauty and your solitude, it showed him just enough. You work until your heart contents, no wonder he could see why you dragged out the mission. He knew you were capable of killing a man within 60 seconds and he wasn't going to find out how.

“What’s your coordination?” Hanma says swiftly into the earpiece, drinking the tonic from the glass. His eyes scan the crowd, counting the guards that stood in front of the doors you needed to walk through.

You sigh, adjusting the strap of the dress, clutching the small handbag as you look around the club. Your eyes squint, trying to get used to the flickering lights that danced above you, looking off to your left, you spot Hanma sitting in a private booth.

“To your left, Shuju,” you grumble out awkwardly, letting the nickname slip from your mouth, watching as a dancer starts to straddle his lap as he takes a sip of his drink in the process. “That’s gross, hope you don’t kiss her.” you sneer, swallowing the bile that crawled up your throat.

Hanma takes a long glance over at where you stood, giving you a teasing smirk, “What happens if I do?”

You scoff, not wanting to play his little game, rolling your eyes at his rancid behavior. Smoothly turning on your heel, you made your way up to the second floor of the club. Rolling your shoulders out, and straightening out your posture. Your fingers pinching the sides of your dress down—preparing yourself to advance towards your target.

The goal was to walk through the double doors to the back of the club, eliminating everyone in the room by request of the client. It always got your blood pumping at the thought of revenge kills, something that you enjoy doing. Even if the idea of revenge never suited you, it brought in a hefty amount of cash. You put your life on the line to end fears that haunt people, something that you never thought you’d be doing either.

You didn’t have time to play coy, you had one night, and the only window was in this club. Hanma could tell you were antsy the moment he saw you make your way back down the staircase—you were not going to wait. He quickly pushes the girl off of his lap, muttering a small curse word as he stepped out of the booth.

You were too quick on your feet to be caught by Hanma’s grasp as you waltzed on over to the guards. A single finger twirling in your hair as you chewed on the inside of your cheeks, giving the two men a sultry smile. You ignore Hanma’s protests in your ear as you place a hand on one of the guard's beefy shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Steroids? Protein? What’s your secret?” you pester, dropping your hand from the man’s shoulder.

“Move along, the party is back there, not over here.” the other man rudely clarifies, pointing a thick finger over your shoulder. You blink in wonder, following where he pointed his finger, you pout.

“That’s no fun, I wanna go back there!” you plea, crossing your arms over your chest, making sure to bunch up your breasts at the same time. One of the men rolled his eyes, turning his gaze away from you but the other started to salivate at the sight before him.

“You walk in there on your own and I won’t be able to help you, babe.” Hanma says angrily through the earpiece. You smile up at the guard, picturing Hanma gritting his teeth and clenching his fists into frustrated balls of anger.

The guard lets you through the doors, his hand respectfully on your shoulder guiding you, “Go have your little bitch fit.” you whisper off to the side, hearing Hanma scoff.

The sound of girl’s moaning and panting filled the dark hallway, time to get this show on the road, the sooner it’s done, the sooner you could relax. The rooms in the back were the brothel’s sex rooms, it made you sneer out in disgust. The smell of sex started to stick to you skin, causing you to look over at the guard, but his eyes were trained at the way your breasts slowly bounced with each step you took.

Your hand quickly slipped the knife out from the thigh holster, it glistened underneath the neon lights. The guard furrows his thick brows, hand ghosting over the weapon he had on his hip. “What do ya think you're doing?” he asks you, pulling your shoulder back to display the scene unfolding before his eyes.

You grab the guard's hand, pulling his wrist back harshly, ignoring the way he hisses out in pain. Once you heard the bone crack, you sent the dagger straight into his arm, dragging it across the flesh. You sneer as you feel his blood come in contact with your face. You step away, dodging a blow to the side, leaning back with a wide eyed look, you jump in the air as you kick him across the face. Letting out a satisfied huff, you wipe the blood and sweat from your brow as you land in a staggering position. Lifting your hands up to protect your face as the dagger is protectively at an angle walking closer to him.

The guard lunges for you, dodging the blade as he grabs you by your hair, sending you to the floor as you feel blood dribble from your temple. You yelp out in pain, trying to shake it off. You wrap your legs around his bloodied forearm, making you groan out in disgust at the way his blood drips onto you. Using all the strength you had, you sent him to the ground, twisting him forward, the sound of his chin meeting the concrete flooring, gave you just enough leeway to crack his shoulder out of place easily. The sound of his pained scream filled the hall, causing many to stumble out of the rooms as you let the man go quickly. Panting heavily, you heard multiple shots in your earpiece—Hanma was definitely having his bitch fit.

You grab the gun that had landed on the floor, checking the clip with blurry eyes. You aimed the gun at a few people, shooting a girl in her back as she tried to make an escape for the door. Everyone that dared to try and escape now came to a halt, all of them cowered to the floor covering their heads.

You lean up, blinking away the tiredness, seeing the guard stagger up, holding his shoulder in place. You let out an angry breath of air. “You owe me,” you say softly, getting up, slipping out of the red bottoms, picking them up, “A new pair of these, you bitch.” you finish, throwing them at the man, aiming the gun at his knee caps.

“Hanma! You better get your ass in here now!” you yell out, kicking the guy down, firing one last round straight between his eyes.

You sneer at the sight, tossing the gun off of the side. You pull a few strands of hair away from your face, and wipe the blood from the side of your head. You hear nothing but static on your end of the earpiece, worry starts to build in the pit of your stomach.

You walk over to another door, knocking on it, jiggling the doorknob angrily. Looking over your shoulder, a few more guards rush in, guns in their hands and ready to fire. You felt the door jolt open, startling the girl that was in nothing but a g-string, shoving your way past her. You start to search the room for any weapon, throwing things off of the tables in a frantic manner. You heard the girl scream out, making you stop, she didn’t scream when you walked in so why was she screaming now?

Turning around you were faced with a man no shorter than you pointing a small glock in your direction. You laugh at the man’s stupidity, giving him a sadistic grin. You extended your hands out, tapping his shiny bald head with a low smirk on your lips, the man tilted his head at the actions. You continue to grin sheepishly, bringing your knee up at an 90 degree angle as your hands grip the back of his neck. The feeling of his nose hitting your bare knee makes you wince out as you block his hits. Your palms send the weapon up towards the roof, letting the man fire out the shots. You suck on your bottom lip in between your teeth, sending the man back a few steps, letting out an angry yell as you lunged towards him. Colliding into his body quickly sending it to the floor. You watch him land on the small step to the bathroom as the sound of his vertebra snapping sent shivers down your spine.

“Where are you?” Hanma rings in your ear, causing you to come to a halt, ignoring the girl that was off to the side yelling at you.

“Further down on your right—” you rush out, feeling the barrel of a weapon meet your side, you turn around softly. The girl stood behind you, shaking harshly as tears stream down her face, she started to mutter incoherent words. Blocking out the sound of Hanma’s voice, you swallow, raising your hands in the air, tossing your dagger off onto the floor.

“Put it down,” you coax, looking at her with pleading eyes, “I won’t kill you!” you say sweetly, giving her a reassuring smile.

“Oh, but I will.” Hanma bellows from behind you, causing you to lunge at the girl, subconsciously yanking the weapon from her. The sound of the gun popping makes you jump, watching her body drop to the floor, your hands fly to your side, wincing at the pain as your hands shook violently.

Spitting up a few drabbles of blood, you blink away the tears. “You shot me?” you ask, spitting out blood onto the floor.

“You got in the way.” he scoffs, stuffing his gun in the back of his pants, pacing over to you.

“I had it handled,” you wince, pulling your hands away from your side slowly, seeing blood on your hands. You look down at the girl, her blood pooling around her skull, he fired two shots. Feeling the world around you grow dizzy, you extend a bloodied hand out towards Hanma, choking on small wads of blood.

Hanma rolls his eyes, giving you a ‘are you serious’ glare, bringing you closer to him. He grabs hold of you, pulling your slumping body up by the top of your dress, you hiss out in pain. “Up you go,” he huffs out, picking you up easily as he slowly carries you out of the room.

You blink in and out of consciousness, seeing the neon lights shine bright above you to the sound of men yelling and gunfire fill your ears. You harshly grip the collar of Hanma’s suit, muttering small words out, trying to keep your breathing even.

“These requirements…are they meant to be taken seriously?” he asks you, lighting the cigarette that dangled from his mouth, blowing the smoke off to the side. You scrunch your nose at his habit, passing him the last document he had to sign.

“Yes, if anything happens to either of us, these documents will save our asses.” you embellish, pouring the syrup over your pancakes, Hanma raises a brow at you.

“You put syrup on your eggs too?” he queries, grimacing at the way the fork met the plate. You nodded your head at him, taking a bite of the food.

“Shut up and sign the paperwork, we’re getting weird stares.” you retort, poking the egg yolk. Hanma takes one long drag from the stick, quickly signing the document before sliding it back over to you.

The requirements that would justify the marriage, you were the humble wife and he was the loyal husband that came home after work on time. No evidence leading back to what both of your occupations were and you made sure it stayed that way.

“You just had to be in the way, huh?” he scolds, trudging up the stairs of the penthouse slowly. You flick his ear out of protest, having to hear him scold you all the way home was definitely what you needed. You moan out in pain, your hand flying to the wound. Forgetting that you were injured, you press on it lightly, seeing blood start to seep from it.

“Oh, don’t worry! It’s all over me and my car.” he exclaims sarcastically, sitting you down on the toilet. You blink up at him, smearing your fresh blood on his now stained suit. Hanma grunts at you, shrugging off the jacket and rolling up his sleeves. You watch him, noticing the blood that is splattered all over him, along with the huge stain from your own wound.

“I’ll buy you a new one, and for the record,” you say wincing as he turns his back to grab the medical kit, “That’s my car,” you mumble, sitting up slightly to take the dress off, letting out hisses of pain as the fabric let loose around your skin. “Here.” you grumble out as Hanma stuck a hand out to take the dress from you.

“Your car?” he questions, tossing the dress in the sink before placing the kit on the white counter, fishing for the things he needed. You hum in response, “Babe, I bought that car, just because you drive it. Don’t make it yours.” he blathers, pointing the scissors at you before washing his hands.

“Whatever you say, Shuju,” you utter, grabbing the hand mirror off the counter, and start examining the wound. Your hand reaches back behind to see if the blow went through. “Shit,” you gasp, tilting the mirror back over your wound, noticing the bullet that stuck out of your skin, “It wasn’t a clean blow.”

Hanma let out the breath of air he was holding in, unaware on how to approach this predicament. You were always the one patching him up, not the other way around. He didn’t mean to shoot you but he panicked.

He ruffles his hair, patting the top of your head, and leans over to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “On the counter,” he commands, making enough space for you, he doesn’t say another word as he exits the bathroom quickly.

You look at yourself in the mirror, noticing the blood that was caked on you, the dirt that had caked your legs and even your shoulders. You felt grimy and in desperate need of a shower. Fixing the bra strap that had slipped off your shoulder, you hopped onto the counter, breathing in and out as you watched more blood seep from the wound.

“You’re gonna need this,” he remarks, handing you the large bottle of vodka. “Oh and don't squirm because I have no fuckin’ idea how to do this.” he finishes with a smirk, wiggling his brows as he throws on some medical gloves.

You nodded quietly, twisting open the top to the bottle, taking a generous chug of the beverage. You hum at the way it crept back up your throat, causing you to cough up small specks of blood onto the counter. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, ignoring a wide eyed Hanma as he starts to mutter under his breath.

“Check the wound, disinfect, clean, suture, disinfect, and wrap,” you guide out to him, your hand rummaging through the medical box, finding the wrap he needed to use. “The bullet is still embedded in my skin so you have to use the prongs, er, maybe tweezers.” you add, leaning back a bit.

Hanma nods along, placing himself in between your legs, one hand firmly grips your thigh as the other leans you farther back. He needed to make sure the light hit the wound perfectly, he didn’t want to cause anymore pain or unwanted blood.

You let out a shaky breath, hands gripping the edges of the counter as you feel the cool metal at your skin. Hanma bit his bottom lip, moving his shoulder in front of his face, pushing the glasses back up his nose as he slowly started to work on the bullet. You bite back a yelp, your hand reaching out for the heavy bottle as you seeth out in pain.

“Deep breaths, princess.” he mutters to you, looking up at you through his lashes. You nod meekly, pouring some of the vodka onto the wound before bringing the bottle back over to your mouth. You hiss once the alcohol hits your skin, letting out a shaky breath.

Hanma presses lightly on the wound, letting the blood race down your skin, he maneuveres the tweezers over the biggest piece of bullet that had been sticking out of your skin. You felt the metal work its way into you, taking a sharp inhale of air as you felt the bullet being pulled out of your skin. You bit down your lip as your hands went over to cup your mouth, trying to hold back the scream. The tears started to slowly roll down your face as you felt the wave of pain course through your body.

“That’s one,” he mutters, placing the bullet in a bowl, he looks up at you, wiping away the stray tears that fell from your eyes. “One more, okay?” he reassures you, dabbing gauze over the bleeding wound.

You look at him with low lidded eyes, “Shooting me was not a part of the plan, Hanma.” you cough out, leaning your head back up against the wall. He looks at you, hands shaking slightly as he tries his best to get the smaller chunk.

“It was an accident, it’s not like you’d do that to me,” he admits, flicking his gaze up at you and back down at the bullet. You grew quiet, biting down your lip in thought. “Right?“ he asks as he pulls away from you.

It was exactly how he put it, you would shoot him. You would make sure to kill him if it was needed, your need for him was already completed. At this pace, you just enjoyed his company, his work ethic and the way he fucks you. Being caught up in a fantasy that didn’t seem real in the occupation you were in, Hanma wanted to retire. You wanted to go on trips and live in another country away from your past. These were two different dreams for two different people that had no connection outside of work.

“I wouldn’t,” you lie smoothly, giving him a tired smile. “You’re too pretty for me to even raise my gun at.” you let out, feeling the pit in your stomach churn with guilt.

He hums in satisfaction, swiftly taking the bullet out from your skin, “I can’t get the last one out.” he bellows, his hoarse voice fills your head.

“Yes, you can.” you encourage as you adjust the way you sat on the counter. You grab the bottle of vodka, taking another swig of the burning liquid.

“On three,” he tells you, looking at you as his hands pressed against your stomach. You nod out in pain, taking a deep breath, looking up at the blinding lights of the bathroom.

“One.”

You held back a whimper, clamping a hand over your mouth, hearing the way the sound of your flesh squirmed against the tool. “Two.” Feeling him tug harshly on your skin.

You yell out, tears streaming down your face as you kick Hanma off of you. “You said, on three!” you remark at him, wiping your tears away from your stained cheeks.

He shrugs, tossing the items in a bowl that was filled with alcohol. “I got impatient.” he states with a smirk. You groan out in pain, fighting back the urge to slap him.

You surely were going to regret your mission. It was bound to happen, you are an assassin, someone that doesn’t trust easily. Here you were, getting assigned to another job by your network to take out one of their own.

“I reckon you won’t get your personal feelings involved in this?” the board's director asks you through the phone.

You put the cigarette out up against the concrete wall, blowing out the smoke. Looking out at the pedestrians that were doing their daily commute, that could have been you chasing down a taxi but maybe in another lifetime. Maybe in another life you’ll be away from all the anger, the guilt, and the constant fear you lived in.

You quickly hum into the call, closing your thoughts, “Feeling is mutual.” you state harshly, holding back the next set of words you wanted to add. Why did it have to be you? Ending the call without another acknowledgment before walking back into the building.

“Eliminate Hanma Shuji at all costs, 200,000,000¥ will be deposited once the assignment is completed.”

He was too caught up in his own concentration as he sutured your wound shut. Throwing out curse words every given second, his fingers slipping against your spilled blood.

Not glancing up at you to see that you had slipped out of consciousness due to the pain. “Babe?” he repeats as he shakes you awake with panic forming in his eyes. He hears you hum out to him as he wipes his brow, feeling full of relief.

He tosses the gloves in the sink, trying his best to make sure the blood doesn’t get on the clean wrapping. Hanma leans over and kisses your cheek softly, “I’m sorry.” he whispers to you. Pulling away, frowning at the sight as he starts to bring the wrap around your abdomen.

“It’s okay.” you utter restlessly, giving him a small smile. You knew better than to keep adding fuel to the flame but the time was now. If you pushed this on even more, then both of you wouldn’t be able to move past it. Especially you.

“I thought I lost ya’,” he sighs out truthfully, throwing you a worried look. You hear the scissors snip the wrap and the way his hands pressed down carefully onto the now sealed wound.

He places both hands on his hips and looks at you, biting down his lip in thought. Admiring the work he had done on you, “I think I did well.” he comments with a wide grin.

Of course he did well, you were always the one patching him up if he got snagged. You gave him lessons on stuffed animals and on pillows. He just didn’t want to admit that an assassin like you sometimes got wounded. You were skilled, your tactics always came together and you’re a quick thinker. Something that threw his ass out of your league, you downplayed and he didn’t dare to step foot on your turf. Even if he knew that, you were going to be the death of him one day and he had a feeling that it would be sometime soon.

You shake your head in agreement, “I’m starving.” you croak, trying your best to hop off of the counter, wincing at the sharp pain.

Hanma quickly goes over to help you, helping you off of the counter, giving you a scolding glare. “I just patched you up. Stay still will ya?” he hooks a finger under your chin, “I’ll go grab ya something, okay?” he murmurs softly, bringing his lips to your forehead.

You stand there briefly, hearing the sound of his footsteps fade away, the feeling of the cold air coming from the air vent made you shiver. You rubbed your face, groaning out in agony. “Now or never.” you whisper to yourself, hitting the secret compartment that was hidden on the side of the counter.

You grabbed the clips, slamming one of them into the glock as you wobbly made your way to the closet. You calculated the time it would take for Hanma to travel back up the stairs from the kitchen. “Two minutes?” you ponder, yanking a black baggy nightshirt from the velvet hanger. “No, 60 seconds.” you murmur, slipping the shirt over your head, quickly rushing over to the back of the bathroom door.

The sound of his footsteps grew heavier, closing your eyes in thought, you started to contemplate on the next move. Either shoot him with no remorse or question him. You grew silent, hearing his voice before you.

“I got your fav—“

You swipe your tongue over your bottom lip, pressing the gun into his side, “On your knees,” you snarl out in demand, Hanma looks off to his side, dropping the food he had made for you. “Now!”

“Princess?” he exclaims, the sound of his voice wavers, full of disbelief. That gut feeling had come true, you were going to murder him in cold blood.

“For the violation of code, thirty two, you’ve been sentenced to be executed,” you sneer, kicking him in the knee, watching him stumble to the floor. “You remember the incident in Osaka?” you dryly ask, gripping the gun with both of your hands, this wasn’t the time to fall to his tricks.

He laughs, “So this is what it’s about?” he scowls, jaw clenched and fingers thrown into large shaking fists. You circle around him, keeping your eyes on him as you keep the gun at an angle.

“Tell me, did you kill them?” you ask, biting down your lip, the familiar taste of copper fills your mouth. You wanted to hear it from him and not from anyone else.

He grins sadistically, ruffling his hair with his tattooed hand, the word ‘sin’ flashing in your eyes. You swallowed the saliva that had started to build in the back of your throat, clenching your jaw as you stepped closer towards him. “Don’t tell me you knew them?” he taunts, slowly rising up from the ground.

“I-I don’t let my feelings get involved with my work,” you stutter, holding back the tears that started to well up. Stepping closer towards him, you pressed the gun up against his chest, letting out a shaky breath.

“You let your personal feelings get in the way of our work. Didn’t you, sweetheart?” he murmurs to you, one of his hands met the barrel of the weapon as his other hand found its way up your shirt.

No. It was him. He slithered himself in between you. Seemingly, you fell for his charm and you were so careless. So devoted to your work that you kept running back to him and you were carelessly in love with him. You had a mission to carry out and you knew better than to ever get your feelings involved with such need.

“Why did you do it?” you ask him, feeling his large hand start to knead your breast like his own personal stress ball. His fingers pinching your nipple in the process sent shivers down your spine.

He chuckles, prying your shaky fingers off of the gun, “Just following orders,” he coos, his hand yanking the weapon away from you. The sound of it going off, caused you to jump slightly. Looking up to see the hole in the ceilings of the penthouse. “Oops.” he tosses the gun onto the bed.

You watch as he starts to lower himself back towards the ground. You feel his lips start to kiss along the inside of your thigh. Mouth agape, you furrow your brows, “Orders? F-From— Fuck.” you breathe out when he nibbles on a piece of skin, you feel his tongue swipe over the spot.

“No. No. Continue,” he states, voice laced with sarcasm, an envious grin on his face. “It’s not like you tried to just kill me or anything.” he smarts off, swiftly shoving your body into the edge of the bed. You hiss out in pain, quickly closing your thighs in the process.

“I was assigned to kill you,” you muster, looking at him through half lidded eyes. He laughs out at your snide comment, hands unbuckling his belt. The click of the belt set alarms off in your head, looking at the gun that was laying on the opposite side of the bed. You lean up using your shoulders for support trying your best to scoot away from him as he crawls over you.

“Assigned, huh?” he chuckles, yanking your legs open, causing you to squirm in the process. An inaudible hiss of pain leaves your lips, fire to the fuel was now being burned slowly and you had no way to control it. That need grew for him more and tonight was going to be the last night.

“A game of cat and mouse,” he whispers in your ear, pressing himself against your soaked panties. You threw your head back at the sensation the friction was giving you, trying your best to hold back the pitiful moan. “You had me fooled but two can play that game,” he sneers as his lips ghost over yours. You grew quiet, not wanting to say a word as he hooked two fingers over the band of your underwear, sliding them down effortlessly.

Throwing your head back, a loud moan erupted from your lips as you felt two of his fingers slip through the folds of your cunt. He smirks down at you, letting out a soft, “May I?” admiring the way your lips parted in awe. You nod quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him closer towards you.

You felt his lips brush against yours, impatiently kissing you as his hand started to roam your body. His digits started to circle the sensitive bud in slow motions, causing you to tug onto the bottom of his lip. Slipping your tongue into his mouth, your fingers entangle themselves with his hair as you part your legs wider, needing him to pick up the pace. His hand finds comfort at the dips of your hip, gripping at the skin harshly. You let out a needy whimper as you feel his fingers curl inside of you. The sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers in such a lewd manner made his cock twitch. He needs to be inside of you now before he lets his load go to waste.

“Please,” you whisper out. Taking in the way he looked above you, his amber eyes showed nothing but anger and lust. “Just this once.” you beg, moving strands of hair away from his face and tucking it back behind his ears.

He laughs out loud while pulling away from you, bringing the two fingers towards his mouth. You watch him suckle on them, eating up the way you tasted. “You dumb little lamb.” he avows coldly as he grabs the gun from the side. You swallow hard, your eyes grow wide at the way he sets the gun on your chest.

“You move an inch and I won't hesitate, ” he scoffs, pinning your arms over your head. Your eyes dart down at the gun and back up at him, nodding quickly.

“Good. Now spread.” he demands, watching you slowly spread your legs for him. He bites his lip down, holding back the words that wanted to spill from his mouth. Humbling himself quickly as he reminds himself that you are still assigned to kill him.

Too worn out, too weak, to even fight him back, you grew limp at the way he pounded into you. From the way his fingers pulled at your scalp to the way his teeth dragged across your collarbone, everything he did was poison to you. Sending your body into another yelping orgasm, you cried out his name over and over again like a broken record. Tears started to form in your eyes as he bit down at the sensitive skin around your breasts.

“Sh-Shuji, please— Ah! Fuck!” you whimper, bucking your hips into his. He grunts out in response, a throaty groan left his lips as he felt your pussy clench around his cock.

Your moans fill the room as you feel his hand grip loosely around your neck as he thrusted into you. You turn your head away from him, feeling pathetic that he was fucking you with such hatred. “N-No, you're going to watch me.” he grunts out, pulling on your chin.

You let out a huff of air, completely forgetting the situation before he started to feel himself up against you. He was going to use this one night to fuck you, like he hated your guts. Knowing the task at hand still stood, but you needed him and he needed you.

He wipes the sweat from his brow, taking the gun into his hands, you lick your lips out in thought. Feeling worry start to build in the pit of your stomach, you had your mouth agape as a stifled moan left your lips. “Open wide.” he says, waving the gun around. You close your mouth shut, glancing up at him with hate in your eyes.

“I said, open up.” he seethes, pounding himself into you harder causing you to throw your head back in pleasure as you arch your back forward. Your mouth starts to open up slowly, trying to form words but nothing comes out.

He doesn't give you no time to think as he places the gun into your mouth. You furrow your brows, looking up at him through your lashes as you feel your drool drip down the barrel of the gun. You started to say something but the words became muffled as he started to move the weapon around in your mouth.

You didn't even know if he emptied out the rounds, his finger ghosting over the trigger as he stared at you with icy amber eyes. You moan out, your shaky fingers starts to press onto your clit, trying to add as much pressure to reach the desired need you wanted to feel. He continues to thrust himself deeper into you, his hands never leaving the gun that he had shoved into your mouth. Trying to say something to him once again but your drool bubbled in the small slits of the corners of your lips.

“I'm sorry? What was that?” he explicated, pulling the weapon from your mouth, watching you take a deep breath of air. Your chest heaving up and down viciously but he didn't care, he was too entranced by the way your breasts bounced to his own rhythm.

The sound of your moans started to fill his head, dragging the gun down your body as he let it hover over your patched up wound. He pinched the flesh of your ass roughly with his other hand, watching you jolt up at the contact. You cry out in pain feeling the heavy weapon lay on top of your wound, tears pricking your eyes but Hanma didn't stop. He felt himself reach his high to the sound of your cries, your begging and even your sweetened pitiful moans.

You tangle your hands within the sheets of the messy bedding, throwing your head into the body pillows, letting out a loud moan that could have been heard from outside of the penthouse— if you had left the windows open. You call out his name like a mantra needing to be spilled, wrapping your legs harder around his waist, letting him come undone inside of you.

“I-I'm—“ you stutter, rolling your eyes in the back of your head as you feel yourself starting to ride out your aching high with Hanma. His pants and low moans filled your ears as his thrusting grew sloppy as his lips attacked your skin. The sound of your name blabbering from his lips made you grow wide eyed as he breathed out heavily, wiping the sweat off of his brow.

Both of you lay there, his head meeting yours as you tried your best to control your breathing. He didn't even glance up at you, give you a reassuring kiss on the forehead or even offer to crack a joke. It was filled with labored breathing and growing tension.

You closed your eyes, breathing out harshly as your hands lightly toss the gun off of the bed. Hanma watches you with caution, pulling himself away from you as he gently pats your thighs. Climbing out of the bed, you watch him with tired eyes as you grab the robe off the night stand.

Back to reality starts to hit you, and now the tension grows heavy. Not wanting to finish out the mission and wanting him to ask you if this was a joke. You wanted to take it all away, you wanted to run away with him, but you were greedy. Brainwashed and manipulated into thinking this man killed the most important people in your life. You were blinded by rage. This was a lesson, a lesson that showed you to never spill your guts to the first man that taught you how to love. Teaching you how to love in the worst kind of way.

“If you're going to kill me,” he sighs, throwing on a pair of pants, “At least, do it when I'm asleep, okay?” he comments, walking past you with a frown as he pats your shoulder.

You shove his hand off of you, scoffing at his behavior, “I can't.” you reply hoarsely, hands wrapped around your waist in a protective manner. Hanma halts, turning back around slowly.

He tilts his head to the side mockingly, waving a finger inches from your face, “How pathetic.” he chuckles out, shaking his head at you. He takes two steps closer to you, hovering over you as he gets closer towards your ear. “Here I thought you'd be able to kill a man within 60 seconds,” he pauses, looking down at the way your face palls.

Almost finding comfort in the way your face showed nothing but waves of emotions even he couldn't convey, it made him think back to all of the years you two spent together. It almost felt like a fever dream. “What are ya waiting for?” he whispers as his teeth nip at the top of your earlobe.

He was right, you were pathetic. You couldn't even bring yourself to run towards the guns in your closet or even the knives you kept in your draws. You stood there frozen, eyes glistening with tears as you watched him walk into the bathroom that followed with a door slam.

His words run through your mind like a mosquito hovering over flesh waiting to take a swim in the enriching taste of blood. It left a sour taste in your mouth as the loaded gun lay on your lap as you watched the sun start to rise. The quick buzzing of your phone snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Confirm kill….payment is waiting.”

The phone grew heavy in your hands, looking over at Hanma, admiring the way his chest rose and fell. You let out a shaky breath as you wipe away the tears that have started to well up in your eyes. You pull the covers off your body, sliding off of the bed quietly, fingers straightening out the black top you wore as you shoved the phone in your back pocket.

The weapon grows heavy in your hands with each step you took towards his side of the bed he was laying on. You cup a hand over your mouth, stifling the sobs that started to fall from your mouth. Breathe hitching in the back of your throat as you raise the shaky gun over him.

“You're bad news,” he chucked out, shoving another piece of candy in his mouth, “I like it.”

“Careful, what you wish for Shuju.” you mumble, yanking your bag of candies from him, giving him a small weak glare.

His laughter rings in your head as he brings his large hands to the sides of your face, “My wish has already come true.” he whispers as he pecks your lips.

Bang!

“When I tell you, I can handle it! Means I can handle it!” you yell at him, tossing the paperwork off the table. He scoffs, tapping his shoe against the tile angrily, shaking his head at you.

“To hell with our requirements, then?” he seethes out, his voice never rising as he waltzed over to you. Yanking the yellow folder from your fingers, “You missed a whole ass paragraph and that proves to me that no. You can't handle it!” he retorts, slapping the folder against his open palm, giving you an eye roll before he storms off.

Bang!

“Once again, Hanma, you are letting me down.” you murmured into the phone, flipping through the magazines as you peered at the woman that walked in. The target you needed to eliminate.

“Look who's talking,” he snarks back, flicking the toothpick off onto the sidewalk, “Anyways, are you almost done? I got reservations for us in two hours.” he grins out widely, winking at you through the wide shop window before walking off.

Bang!

You turn away, throwing the gun at the window far across the room. Your choked sobs and screams filled the quiet room, as your knees buckled underneath you. The sound of his blood dripping off onto the floor made your skin crawl. Bringing your hands over your ears, you started to rock yourself, murmuring the two words you value the most, “I'm sorry.”

Your phone vibrated in the back of your pocket, grabbing your attention as you rubbed your eyes, wiping the blood that had splattered onto your face in the process. You look at the no caller ID, clenching your jaw in hatred. You answered it after the fourth ring, the line was quiet, waiting for you to speak.

You let out a shaky breath, “Target has been eliminated. I want my ransom and I'm out.” you harshly spew, your fingers pressing the red button as you fumble back up. Taking one last glance at the pool of blood but never at his face or his body.

You don't remember much of the night when you murdered him, you didn't bury him nor did you notify the authorities. Having already seen the network clean-up crew waiting outside of the penthouse doors tells you enough. But you didn't stay, no, you ran like a dog with its tail in between its hind legs. You cleared your name and went to another country that didn't have any data on you. You wanted to forget, and this was the only way too.

Except the nightmares still crept through your dreams, his smile, his voice, and even down to the way he used to hold you so close at night. It was all gone, you were the one, who had taken that away. You were never really taught how to grieve, but slowly you felt the lingering pain of heartbreak park its way right into your tainted soul.

Each morning, you sit on your large porch, watching the waves crash against each other, reminding you of him. Each night, you stayed up until two, whispering goodnights to yourself and wishing he was there with you. Everything you did was for him.

It was a year, maybe two when you finally grew out of that state of misery. Coming to terms that you were just meant to never accept anyone else or love anyone else. Your time as an assassin caught up with you, many of the townsfolk got word that a killer lived amongst them. Though, they would never suspect it was you, the sweet lady that gave the kids candy anytime they walked through the garden as a shortcut to the beach.

Your time as an assassin did bring in many freelancers to your doorstep begging you to train them, take them under your wing as a student. You did agree to one girl, she reminded you so much of him. It made you want to tell her about him but you refrain yourself from doing so.

“My old sensei, Hanma, has told me about you.” she says out loud, grabbing the walking stick and digging it into the ground.

You pause, dusting your hands off with the cloth that was draped over your shoulder, turning your gaze on the girl. “Excuse me?”

She laughs, “Did you really think you killed him?”

Your blood ran cold, dropping the gardening tool as you quickly got up from the sitting position. The girl panics, fumbling to grab her ringing phone from her pocket, the ringtone rumbles through the speakers.

“Answer it.” you demand with a clenched jaw. You watch as the girl answers the phone, whispering into it quickly and flickering her eyes at you and back towards the roses bushes. She quietly passes you the phone, stepping away from you but making sure to be within earshot.

“Hello?” you chime into the phone speaker, feeling your skin crawl at the line and its waves of static. You kept your expression stoic making sure to have your eyes trained on your student, if this was a joke you would surely have her do laps until she passed out.

After a few more seconds went by, you started to realize that this wasn't a joke. You heard someone's voice, a voice that you tried to distinctly make out but the connection of the call was static. Briefly making out the three words that made you shake in bewilderment.

“Miss me, Princess?”

don't look at me but

mahito would have a breeding kink. he's so fascinated with experimenting with humans. and this is just another way to see what he's physically capable of.

he's not even sure in the beginning if a curse like him is even able to bear offspring. he might not even be fertile- but that's not going to stop him from trying. he's way too curious now. he'd keep stuffing you full until he finally sees your tummy starting to swell.

would you give birth to a human or a curse? or maybe even some some kind of wretched hybrid.

either way, you don't really have a choice in the matter and end up pumped full of his seed several times a day.

afterward mahito clutches you closely, arms wrapped around your waist and his face nestled into your belly- not even bothering to pull himself out of you. it would even be a little sweet if he wasn't giggling to himself like he knew a dark and terrible secret.

ear pressed to your womb, he sighs happily. he can detect the faintest trace of another much smaller soul beginning to form inside of you along with your own. he's so excited.

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 - 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘

Bonten has taken you hostage, because your father hasn't been paying the debt that he owed to them. They told your father that they will keep you until he paid that large amount of money up. And while they kept you in their home, they grew fond of you. not just because of that pretty face or your skimpy, pretty pink clothes. No, the way you acted so dumbly was frankly adorable..and throughout the time you spent with the men, they became your daddies.

❥ content warnings :

18+, bimbo!reader, fingering, kidnapping, hints of reader being queer, cheating, creampie, breeding, possessive behavior, slight yandere themes, age gaps, poly relationship, threesomes, exhibition, choking, brat taming, being a sugar baby, pet names, bondage, pet play, mentions of violence, rough sex, unprotected sex, anal, dom/sub, spitting, ddlg relationships, gangbang, virginity loss, public sex, knife/gunplay, car sex, oral, boob job, noncon filming, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

❥ parts !

⋮ pt. 1 : WHAT A SURPRISE!

⋮ pt. 2 : NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL

⋮ pt. 3 : ARE YOU BUSY?

more parts coming soon <33

A Pleasure to Have in Class | Nanami Kento x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Teacher Nanami Kento, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Classroom Sex, Desk Sex

Word Count: 6.1K

Summary: You and your son's hot new teacher give a whole new meaning to "parent/teacher conference".

Cross-posted to AO3

You rushed towards the building as quickly as your pumps would allow, and you waved down a faculty member who was exiting, signaling them to hold the door lest you be locked out. A work meeting of yours had lasted longer than anticipated, and you now found yourself hurrying through the halls of the school to catch your son’s teacher for the last parent/teacher conference of the day.

Your frantic search drew to a close when you finally located your son’s classroom – the door was slightly ajar, but regardless, you knocked on the doorframe twice to announce your arrival.

“Good evening, Mr. Nanami,” you said, stepping into the classroom and shutting the door behind you. “I’m sorry for running late – absolutely hectic day at the office! I’m Yuji’s mother.”

Yuji’s teacher, Mr. Nanami, put down the stack of papers he had been grading and stood up from his seat to greet you, taking your hand in his to give you a firm shake. His large hand enveloped your own, and the rolled-up sleeves of his sapphire blue button-down shirt showed off his impressive, veiny forearms.

You had heard whispers amongst the other PTA moms about how attractive the new teacher was, but their gossiping did not do the man justice. Simply put, Mr. Nanami was hot – and not just your run-of-the-mill kind of hot, but absolutely mouthwatering.

His cheekbones and jawline looked as if they had been expertly carved from marble, and the aura he exuded was one of confidence. He seemed like a serious man who had his shit together, and that only added to his appeal.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said in his rich, baritone voice. “No need to apologize – from what your son has told me, it seems like your position is quite demanding.”

“I appreciate you being so understanding,” you replied, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk. “My son tells me you’re his favorite teacher, so I’m very happy to finally meet the man he looks up to so much. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, Mr. Nanami.”

For the next half hour or so, Mr. Nanami updated you on Yuji’s performance in class, going over areas in which he excelled, and areas of opportunity. You were entranced by the manner in which he spoke. He was incredibly eloquent and articulate, and his words made it perfectly clear that he loved his job.

He went into detail about some of the topics Yuji struggled with, and had an answer for every one of your questions, demonstrating that he had given a lot of thought as to how to help your son succeed. For every challenge, Mr. Nanami presented you with a well-thought-out performance improvement plan, and it became increasingly clear why your son loved him so much.

Underneath his stoic exterior, Mr. Nanami was a kind man who cared deeply about his students, and you found your attraction to him grow the more he spoke.

“Yuji is an absolute pleasure to have in class,” he said, drawing your attention back to the conversation at hand. His eyes seemed to narrow and darken as he eyed you. “And now that I’m getting the chance to speak to you, I can see why – he must get his charm from you.”

You raised a brow. Perhaps you were reading too much into his tone, but that didn’t seem like the kind of thing one would just say to a parent during a parent/teacher conference.

Mr. Nanami ran a hand through his blond locks, and you blatantly observed the way his biceps flexed when he raised his arm. He was naturally alluring, and it had been ages since the last time you had felt this attracted to a man, so it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore the ache between your legs.

“I must say, Mr. Nanami, I can see why Yuji speaks so highly of you,” you said. You leaned forward, placed your elbows on his desk, and rested your chin atop your interlaced fingers. “I’m glad he has a man like you to look up to.”

“Well, you’ve raised a wonderful young man, Mrs. Itadori-”

“Miss Itadori,” you said. You flashed him your left hand, showing off your bare ring finger, and smiled. “I never married.”

“Miss Itadori, then.”

“And what about you Mr. Nanami?” you asked, quirking a brow. “Any children?”

“No, no children.”

“Married?”

“No,” he replied. You hummed.

“Really? That’s quite a surprise,” you said. You leaned back into your seat and crossed your legs, causing your skirt to ride up and flash a bit of thigh, the only thing shielding the view of your bare leg being the skin toned pantyhose you were wearing. “I envy the woman who will be lucky enough to snatch you up.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. You smiled at him before biting down on your bottom lip. He was totally oblivious to your flirting – he was so cute.

“Well, you’re obviously great with kids, so you would make a wonderful father, and you have a good head on your shoulders – I find that hard to come by nowadays, especially from a man. Frankly, I find it hard to believe that you’re still on the market.”

A soft shade of pink dusted Nanami’s cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet giggle. You didn’t think it would be so easy to get a man as levelheaded as he is so flustered. He tore his gaze from you and loosened his tie as he cleared his throat.

“I appreciate the compliment, Miss Itadori.”

“You know, Mr. Nanami,” you cooed. You stood up from your chair and sat on the edge of his desk before leaning in to reach for his tie. You gently tugged on it, a wordless suggestion that he lean in closer, and he obliged. Nanami’s face was mere inches away from yours, and you could hear his breath hitch as you began to close the distance between the two of you. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for my son.”

“Miss Itadori, I-I don’t think this is appropriate,” he choked out. You sighed and released your hold on his tie, allowing him to sink back into his seat.

“You’re right – I apologize.” You stood from the desk and smoothed out your skirt, disappointed by the turn of events. “I should head out. I’m sorry this ran so late – I’m almost certain we’re the last ones in the building and I’m sure you’re eager to get out of here after such a long day.”

You started to reach for your coat and bag when you heard Nanami’s chair roll away as he stood up abruptly.

“Miss Itadori – please don’t take my reaction as an insult. This may be improper of me to say, but you’re a beautiful woman and under different circumstances…” Nanami trailed off, and you eyed him curiously as he walked around his desk to stand in front of you. He shoved his hands into his pockets, the innocent gesture a clear sign as to how awkward he felt in that moment. “Yuji is fortunate to have a mother like you who cares so deeply for his success, but please don’t feel obligated to repay me in any way. I’m just doing my job.”

You blinked, bemused, and brought your hand up to your mouth as you laughed.

“Mr. Nanami,” you said, walking towards him until he was within arm’s reach. “I can assure you that I wasn’t flirting with you to… compensate you for your efforts. I was doing so for purely selfish reasons.”

“…ah.”

God, he was cute – he really didn’t get it, did he?

You reached out to fix his tie and allowed your fingers to travel downwards so that your palms rested on his chest, and you were pleasantly surprised by the firmness of his pectorals. What kind of teacher was built like this?

His heartrate raced beneath your touch and you stood on your toes to whisper into his ear.

“You are a very handsome man, Mr. Nanami, and I’m a woman who knows what she wants.” His hands found purchase on your waist, and he steadied you as you lowered yourself back down. “But I understand that you don’t think this is the time nor place for my advances – you have to maintain your professionalism, of course.”

“Miss Itadori…”

You backed away from him and grabbed your purse.

“Under different circumstances, right?” you asked, shooting him a coquettish smile as you repeated his words. “Well, have a good night – and thank you for taking such good care of my son.”

You turned towards the door to make your exit but stopped short when you felt Nanami’s hand wrap around your bicep.

“Wait,” he began. You tilted your head to the side, confused by his actions, and your skin prickled with excitement as his hand released your arm to trace a line up to your cheek. “I apologize if this is too forward but -”

“Mr. Nanami,” you interrupted. You closed the distance between your bodies so your chest was flush against his. “I think I’ve made it perfectly clear that I find you to be sinfully attractive so, please, don’t worry about being too forward because I can assure y-”

It was Nanami’s turn to interrupt you as he brought one of his hands to the back of your head, and crashed his lips against yours. Your arms snaked their way around his neck, and Nanami’s free hand gripped your side, with his thumb brushing the spot just below your breast.

His hands roamed across your body, running the pads of his fingers down the length of your spine and leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he made contact, while you tangled your fingers in locks, disheveling his once perfectly coiffed hair. A firm grope of your ass caused you to gasp out in surprise, and Nanami took advantage of that moment to deepen the kiss, inserting his tongue into your mouth as he slowly pushed you towards the edge of his desk.

You pulled away for a moment and admired the flushed look of Nanami’s cheeks as the two of you regulated your heavy breathing. It felt as if the temperature of the room had skyrocketed, and your racing heartbeat thrummed in your eardrums, sending pulsations throughout your whole body – including your now wet cunt. All this and you had only kissed the man.

Nanami pressed his forehead against yours as his breaths became steady, and his lips barely grazed yours as he whispered to you.

“Is this alright?” he asked. You titled your head up a fraction of an inch to touch your lips to his and breathed out your affirmation.

“More than alright.”

Taking your words as a sign to keep going, Nanami lifted you up just high enough to seat you on top of his desk and pressed his thigh in between your legs, coaxing a moan out of you. Your damp panties did little to shield your cunt from the rough material of his slacks, and your hips moved of their own accord, grinding down on his thigh and soaking through his pants.

“God,” he hissed in between kisses. “I can already feel how wet you are.”

You merely hummed in response as you started to undo his tie, tossing it aside to God knows where before working on unbuttoning his shirt. Nanami mirrored your actions with urgency and before you had a chance to pull his shirt off of him, he had already rid you of your blouse. His hands immediately found for your tits, and he kneaded them over your lacy, black bra. You groaned into his mouth, spurring him on, and allowed your hands to explore the solid planes of his chest and abdomen. Nanami’s muscles tensed under your touch, and you could feel his quad flex between your legs as you continued to rock yourself against his leg.

Nanami’s mouth parted from yours, leaving you disappointed for only a fraction of a second before his lips started to make their way down your neck. He lightly nipped at your skin, following up with hot, wet kisses to soothe the spots that he had undoubtedly bruised. He brought a hand behind your back and deftly unhooked your bra, separating from you just long enough for you to slip it off before he went back to his ministrations.

You leaned back on the desk to allow him better access to your bare chest, and groaned uncomfortably when you felt something digging into your back. Sensing your discomfort, Nanami swiped his arm across his desk, sending its contents crashing towards the floor. The sound of a mug shattering rang in your ears, but Nanami paid no mind to it, preferring to focus on the task at hand.

Nanami gently pushed you down so you lay flat across his desk, and you moaned with pleasure as one of his hands was replaced by his mouth sucking on your tit. He kissed and licked around your nipple, leaving yet another bitemark on the swell of your breast.

He swiped his tongue across the valley of your breasts as he began to rub one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger. His mouth travelled to your other nipple and you moaned when he began to lightly flick it with his tongue.

You were absolutely breathless, and the only thing on your mind was the nonstop throbbing of your cunt as it rubbed against Nanami’s abdominals and clenched around nothing – your pussy was begging to be filled.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “I need you inside of me.”

“Patience is a virtue, Miss Itadori” Nanami whispered against your skin, switching his mouth over to your other nipple. The hand that had been previously groping at you slid down your side, tracing the contours of your body as he made his way to the zipper of your skirt. You tugged on Nanami’s hair, pulling him up so that his mouth met yours once again. The only sounds filling the room were those of your lips smacking together and the sound of Nanami pulling your zipper down at a torturously slow pace.

Nanami stepped back so that he could fully remove your skirt and you took the brief reprieve from his kisses to admire his flawlessly toned torso. You had suspected that he was built like an Adonis when you saw the way his muscles bulged under his shirt, but now that you had a perfect view of his bare torso, you reflexively licked your lips.

You longed to have your mouth on every single one of the bumps and curves of his body. You wanted to feel his firm chest pressed up against yours. You wanted his rough hands to explore every inch of your skin. You wanted to feel his lips on your plush inner thighs.

Even under the harsh lighting of the fluorescent bulbs overhead, Nanami Kento was, without a doubt, the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on.

Nanami got down onto his knees and you squealed with surprise and delight when he hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you towards the edge of the desk so that you could feel his hot breath on your clothed wet cunt.

He had neglected to remove your pantyhose when he rid you of your skirt, but you realized that that had been intentional when Nanami pinched the translucent material, pulled on it, and let it snap back into place against your inner thigh. He was toying with you, and it was driving you crazy.

As if reading your mind, Nanami placed a kiss on your cunt, and dug his nails into your pantyhose to rip a giant hole to expose your crotch. He swiped his tongue over your panties and you whimpered with anticipation as you felt his fingers walk their way over to the lace so he could shove them aside.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he dove in between your legs, burying his face in your folds and rubbing at your clit with his pointed nose while his tongue dipped inside of you.

“Oh god – oh god,” you moaned.

Nanami ate you out with unmatched fervor as if you were the only meal he had had in weeks – a meal he just couldn’t get enough of – and he hummed into your pussy with satisfaction as your slick coated his tongue.

His fingers dug into your thighs to keep you steady in place as your hips bucked upwards almost involuntarily. Your entire body was wracked by your heavy breathing, and the lewd sounds of Nanami sucking on your clit were almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your moaning.

Your hands futilely groped around the desk, desperately searching for something – anything – to grab onto. Unable to find an anchor, your hands ultimately found purchase in Nanami’s tousled locks. You almost didn’t think he could get any closer to you, but when you pressed his head into your pussy, he proved you wrong as his tongue reached a spot even deeper within your cunt.

“You taste amazing,” he breathed, and you found yourself whimpering yet again when he removed his tongue to speak, desperate for more stimulation. You pushed his head back to its rightful place in between your legs, and let out a shrill moan when his tongue was replaced by two of his long, thick fingers delving into your sopping wet cunt. They slid in with ease, thanks to his spit and the juices of your arousal, and the loud squelching of him pumping his fingers in and out of you was, by far, the most lascivious thing you had ever heard.

Your moans grew more and more distressed as you neared your first orgasm. The way Nanami worked at your clit with his tongue made it seem like the two of you had done this thousands of times. He was a fast learner, and quickly picked up on all of your cues indicating whenever you really liked what he was doing. He expertly flicked at the nub with the tip of his tongue, and his skillful, deliberate movements had you seeing stars.

He curled his fingers within you, pressing into a sensitive spot in your cunt at the same time he swiped his tongue over your clit. It elicited a long, squealing moan from your lips, and your grip on his hair tightened as your toes curled.

“Yes, yes, oh god, just like that,” you panted. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close!”

You dared to peer down at Nanami working at your pussy, and the sight alone of him in between your legs almost sent you careening over the edge.

It wasn’t until he peeked up at you through his long lashes with his tongue still deep in your cunt, that the wave of euphoria crashed over you, and you screamed out his name as you found your release. Nanami kept you pressed tightly against his mouth and drank up your essence – eager to have you ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

You could’ve sworn you blacked out for a moment – you had never had an orgasm quite like that.

You released his locks and dropped back onto the desk with one of your arms flying to cover your eyes and protect them from the ceiling lamps. Your legs may have been shaking like leaves in a hurricane, and your breathing may have been irregular, but you had never, ever felt this good.

If he was able to make you cum like that with just his tongue and his fingers, you couldn’t wait to have his cock inside of you.

Nanami took the opportunity to rid you completely of your defiled pantyhose and underwear before getting up from his spot on the floor and wiping your remaining juices from his face with one of his clean fingers. He stared you dead in the eyes as he sucked all of his digits clean and you bit down on your lip lustfully.

You wanted to do unspeakable things to this man.

But, for now, your focus was on making him feel as good as he had made you feel.

Despite your still-trembling limbs, you propped yourself up and managed to stand before him to thank him with a sloppy kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and groaned into the kiss as he pulled your naked body close against him. You could feel the hardness of his erection begging to be released from the confines of his slacks and you were more than eager to help him take care of that.

“Was that okay?” he asked. You gawked at him before pulling him in for another kiss.

“Was that, okay? You just gave me one of the best orgasms of my entire life and you’re asking me if that was okay?” you laughed. “That was more than okay – and I would love to thank you properly.”

“No thanks necessary – I might have enjoyed that even more than you did.”

Your pussy throbbed at his words, and you palmed at the prominent bulge in his pants. He bit down on his tongue to stifle a moan and you tutted at him, rubbing your palm against him in a circular motion and leaning into his ear.

“I want to hear you, Mr. Nanami,” you whispered. “Now be a good boy and have a seat for me.”

You could hear him gulp expectantly as he followed orders and took a seat in his desk chair. You planted your palms on his thighs and ran your hands all over them, teasingly brushing over his erection.

You could feel the corded muscles of his quads flex as you used them to help you lower yourself into a kneeling position in front of him, but before you reached the ground, he stopped you.

“Wait,” he said. You eyed him curiously as he pulled his arms free of his sleeves and removed his button-down shirt. He folded it up and placed it on the ground, right where your knees were set to land. “I want you to be comfortable.”

You had known this man all of one hour, but you could already confidently say that he was perfect.

He spread his legs out wide enough so that you can squeeze yourself in between them, and you leisurely dragged your index finger from his sternum down to the trail of blond hairs directly below his navel. You lightly scratched his skin with your manicured nail, and drew a loaded sigh from Nanami’s lips.

His belt was unbuckled in a matter of seconds, and you could hear the creaking of leather as he gripped onto the arms of his chair, clearly growing excited by the prospect you taking him into your mouth. Next came the button of slacks, followed by the zipper which you pulled down slowly, teasing him just as he had teased you before.

Nanami lifted his hips for you to be able to pull down his pants and boxer briefs, and you couldn’t help but moan when his cock sprung free.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathed.

To say he had a nice cock would be an understatement. It was longer than most of the ones you had seen, and definitely girthier. Most impressive of all was how big his balls were, and you couldn’t wait to feel them slap against your pussy when he inevitably fucked you on his desk.

Precum glistened on the tip of his cock, and you carefully wrapped one of your hands around his length, using the pad of your thumb to spread his precum all over the head. Nanami shuddered and you experimentally swirled your tongue around his swollen tip. He hissed at your actions, and what you wanted more than anything was to hear more of those sweet sounds come out of him.

You allowed saliva to pool in your mouth, and stared up at him as you let it flow from your lips to moisten his cock. A few more pumps of your hand coated him entirely with your makeshift lubricant, and once you were satisfied, you jerked him off with one hand and fondled his balls with the other.

Nanami groaned as your pace quickened and you continued to rub at his tip with your thumb. His cock twitched in your hand, and you took that as your cue to switch over to using your mouth.

“God,” he moaned. “You’re really good at this.”

You stared up at him from your spot in between his legs, and you could tell he loved the view of you on your knees with his fat cock stuffed into your mouth. He threw his head back when you took him deeper into your throat, and you could hear his grip on the leather arms tighten when he heard you gagging on his length.

He was so big that you wondered just how you were even physically able to take his cock bottoming out in your throat, but you were up for the challenge – especially when he rewarded you with those incredibly sexy moans.

Your hand continued to play with those heavy balls of his, while your other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and jerked him off. Whatever couldn’t fit in your fist was taken care of by your mouth, and the sloppiness of your blowjob had spit dripping down his cock and onto the leather seat of his chair.

You wanted to suck the life out of this man but, much to your dismay, he stopped you.

“W-wait,” he stuttered. You pulled your mouth off of his cock with a loud ‘pop’ and glanced up at him through your lashes. He grabbed onto your forearms and helped you stand before bringing you in for a kiss. He started with your lips, and then trailed down your neck, lightly biting on your pulse point. “I don’t want to cum until I’ve properly fucked you.”

“Mr. Nanami, there is nothing proper about what I want you to do to me,” you teased. He growled in your ear and spun you around so your back was against his chest. His hand snaked around you and down in between your legs to rub at your clit, causing you to whimper and grind your ass against his fully erect cock.

While his index and middle fingers alternated between rubbing your clit and dipping into your pussy, he planted his free hand on your upper back and urged you forward so that you were bent over his desk, wet cunt on full display from behind.

Nanami grabbed his cock, spreading your slick coating his fingers down his entire length, and giving it a few solid pumps. He slipped himself between your legs, and rubbed himself along your folds without entering you – it was excruciating.

“Please,” you whined. “I need you inside of me.”

He went out of his way to torture you, and only gave you the satisfaction of him slowly inserting just the tip inside of you. You whimpered and attempted to thrust your hips backwards so that he could sink into you further, but he wouldn’t allow it, instead keeping you firmly in place so he could go at his pace.

“I’m going to go slow, okay?”

He said this out of concern for you, knowing that taking his entire cock might be a bit difficult even though you were more than fully prepped. He pushed into you slowly, and with every inch, you grew more and more impatient and desperate for him to actually fuck you.

The delicious stretch of his cock within your walls had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your grip on the desk’s lip intensified to the point you were sure your nails were going to leave crescent-shaped marks in the wood.

Nanami let out a sigh of immense satisfaction as he bottomed out and held your ass flush against his pelvis.

“Fuck, Nanami, you feel so fucking good,” you breathed. Your walls clenched around him and he groaned.

“You’re so tight and wet,” he moaned. “Let me know when I can move.”

“Nanami, if you don’t fuck me into this desk right now, I swear to- ah!”

Before you could finish your sentence, Nanami pulled himself almost completely out of your pussy and slammed himself back into you. The few pens that remained on his desk clattered to the floor as Nanami fucked into you so hard the wood started protesting underneath you. Your moans, Nanami’s grunts, and the creaking of the desk were perfectly in sync and you were almost certain the desk was going to give out at any moment.

The two of you were so loud, it was a wonder you could even hear the sound of skin smacking together as he incessantly fucked you from behind and had his balls slapping against your cunt.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned, and he tangled his fingers in your hair to keep your head pressed against the desk, trapping you in your current position and surrendering yourself to him completely.

“Harder – I want you to fuck me harder!” you cried out. Eager to please, Nanami pushed into you so hard that the desk began to scoot across the floor. “God! Yes! Just like that! Oh, God, right there, right there!”

The tip of his cock kissed your cervix and you cried out shamelessly – all worries of someone possibly overhearing you flew out the window. Your walls tightened around him as you felt yourself rapidly approaching your release.

“Don’t,” he said, emphasizing his warning his another hard thrust. “Don’t squeeze my cock like that unless you want me to cum inside you.”

“And what if that is what I want?” you asked teasingly, choking out your words as your legs began to give out. “I want you to cum in me – I want it so bad.”

“Careful,” he cautioned – another thrust.

“I want you to fuck me like you want to put a baby in me,” you said. Nanami groaned and his cock twitched within your walls; you let out a laugh in disbelief. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

You whined with disappointment as he completely pulled out of you, denying you your orgasm, and you squealed in surprise when he flipped you over so that you were lying with your back flat against the desk and your legs hanging over the edge. Nanami grabbed your calves and slung one leg over each of his shoulders.

You had to spread your legs out quite a bit to accommodate his size, and you admired the view of his large, sturdy frame in between your thighs. You hungrily eyed his bulging muscles and, if you weren’t dying for instant gratification, you would love to experiment with him and see what kind of crazy, acrobatic positions he’d be able fuck you in.

Nanami lined his cock up with your entrance and thrust himself back into you without warning.

“Say it again,” he commanded.

“Fuck a baby into me – I want you to fuck a baby into me!”

“Good girl.”

Your cries were rewarded with Nanami relentlessly pounding into you, and his ferocity only spurred you on as you began to mindlessly babble.

“Do you want me to make you a daddy?” you asked. Nanami grunted in time with another hard thrust, and you screamed out in pleasure. “Yeah, I’ll make you a daddy – fuck a baby into me, daddy.”

“You want me to stuff you full of my cum?” he asked, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned.

Something within him must have snapped, and if you thought he was fucking your brains out before, he was fucking the life out of you now.

There was something about seeing a man like him become totally undone that drove you absolutely mad. He was so well put together and self-actualized that you felt an immense sense of pride in being the cause of his absolutely primal behavior. His baritone voice made your cunt throb with every grunt, because it was just so damn animalistic, and his nostrils flared every time he hit your cervix. His hair had fallen out of place and was plastered against his forehead with sweat from fucking you like his life depended on it – he was the very image of perfection.

Nanami, of course, thought you were an absolute vision. The way your tits bounced every time he pounded into you and the way your voice started to become hoarse from your non-stop moaning and screaming made his cock twitch.

A ring of cream was forming around the base of his cock and he slipped in and out of you so easily it seemed almost unreal.

“You want me to fill you up?” he asked. You moaned your affirmation and he brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing it furiously and drawing another scream out of you. “Use your words.”

“Yes, God, yes!” you cried. “I want you to fucking stuff me full of your cum – wanna make you a daddy!”

He could feel your legs trembling on his shoulders and your pussy spasming from the overstimulation of his cock inside of you and his thumb drawing circles on your clit.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me when I tell you to?”

“Yes, please, I want to cum so bad – please, please, please” you begged. Nanami continued to fuck into you, not granting you even a millisecond of rest, until his thrusts became erratic as he felt himself nearing his orgasm.

“Cum for me,” he finally ordered. Your body obeyed of its own volition, and you released one final, high-pitched scream as you convulsed around him, cumming all over his cock.

It was the final push he needed to find his own release, and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he emptied himself into your hot, wet cunt. Amidst the sounds of your screams and his moans, you heard something that sounded suspiciously like wood cracking.

The two of you stayed put for a moment, collecting yourselves and steadying your breathing, before Nanami slipped his soft cock out of you. You groaned at suddenly feeling so empty.

“Jesus Christ,” you panted. There was so much more you wanted to say – this was the best sex you had ever had and you wanted to praise him for it, but you were at a loss for words because of him probably literally fucking your brains out.

A moan escaped you when you felt Nanami shove a finger into your overly-sensitive pussy.

“You’re not going to waste a single drop,” he said, stuffing his cum back into your dripping cunt. You whined and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Nanami, ever the gentleman, helped you sit up, and you yelped when one of the desk’s legs snapped, dropping one side to the floor and cracking the wooden frame. The sudden movement made you stumble and almost roll off the desk, but Nanami wrapped his arms around your torso before you could fall over.

The two of you had done it, you had actually broken the desk.

You stared at each other in shock, and the silence was broken when you burst into a fit of laughter. Nanami’s brow furrowed.

“I have no idea how I’m going to explain this,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair, slicking the stray, damp locks away from his forehead.

“Don’t worry too much about it – I’ll make sure to make a large donation to the school.”

“How generous of you,” he teased.

The two of you quickly got dressed and you turned to check the clock on the wall.

“Oh, it’s late,” you observed. “I need to pick Yuji up from the Fushiguro’s place.”

“Well, I certainly hope I won’t have to wait until the next parent/teacher conference to see you again,” Nanami said. His face was still flushed from your earlier activities, but you imagined that the redness of his cheeks intensified as he expressed his desire to continue whatever relationship the two of you now had.

You reached into your purse to pull out your wallet and plucked one of your business cards from the inner sleeve, handing it over to him with a coy smile.

“Maybe next time we can try this on my desk,” you purred. You grabbed your coat from its spot on the chair and stood on your toes to give him one final peck goodbye. “Have a good night, Kento. I’ll see you again very soon.”

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WARNING: SMUT

PAIRING: ITTO X FEM READER

Where do I even begin here? Ugh, lol. Raunchy sex, lots of crack and Itto being head over heels with his Little Bumble Bee. I will just say I might be ashamed of some of the things I wrote here xD

“Plot thicker than Itto’s cock” - review courtesy of my lovely beta reader

Hypothetically speaking, how hard can it be to find a handsome but cute guy with the physique of a bodybuilder and a cock bigger than your dreams? Turns out, not that difficult at all. Especially if you aren’t particularly fussy about his intelligence level. You don’t need another Mr Smarty-Pants with a genius IQ score. Archons forbid. You have had enough of men like these. All you are hoping for right now is a good fuck. A good old pussy pleaser with a charming face to sit on. 

And that is when you swipe right, drooling not too respectfully at the sight of an Oni. An Oni going by the name of Itto, sitting a bit too proudly in his jet-black, too-tight, look-at-my-enormous-dick leather pants on his equally big and just as a black motorcycle.

The smile on his face is promiscuous, too obvious to mistake it for anything else than ‘I will ruin your pussy’ promise hidden behind the upward curve of his lips. BINGO. That’s exactly what you are looking for!

HOLY SHIT! It is a match too!

You assumed it would be more trying of an experience than that. What should you do? Hit him up? Sure, you are looking for a fuck buddy, but you still need to be a little bit…, how do they call it? Hard-to-get? Yeah, yeah. That’s it. This is what you read on the Internet after you had been dumped by your ex - ‘flirt with them, but play hard to get.’ Men love the chase. You wish you had googled that before your previous relationship went up in flames together with the last shreds of your dignity. NO MORE HEARTBREAKS. You don’t need men. You just want their cocks.

DING-DING

The phone buzzes, interfering with your moment of eye-opening revelation.

From: Arataki Itto

Hey, bbby gorilla. I bet you smiled when you saw my name pop up on the screen just now :D

You re-read the message a couple of times, thinking that maybe you were too generous about the ‘doesn’t have to be that intelligent’ rule. Haven’t you seen something similar on the Internet already? You know auto-correct can be cruel, but this should be classified as straight-up meme material.

From: Arataki Itto

Baby grill*, sorry!

Should you take screenshots? Your friends would have a field day mocking you and your first failed attempt at finding a hookup. Hey, let’s give him a chance. Maybe, just maybe, it won’t be that bad.

From: Arataki Itto

Dayum, man, this shit is wild. Ignore that, yeah? So, whassup, Sweetie? Can’t believe I fished out such a pretty little thing. Look at you, fancy rags you are sporting there. Isn’t it uncomfortable to wear it every day?

You could be asking him the same thing. His dick cannot be happy, begging for more room in his male-hooker trousers.

To: Arataki Itto

Are you referring to my clothes? It is called a suit. I wear it to work.

You realise that you sound more condescending than it would be generally acceptable, considering the fact that you really want to bounce on that dick sometime soon. Itto doesn’t seem to pick up on it, though?

From: Arataki Itto

WOah, Dude. Are you some kind of businesswoman? 

Yeah, he totally did not get it. He is the most oblivious person in the whole Teyvat. No doubt. You are still counting on a good dick, though.

To: Arataki Itto

Yeah, you might say so. I run my own company.

You don’t want to reveal too much. You are not looking for a hand-in-marriage, duh. He doesn’t necessarily need to know how rich you are. Well, probably he will discover sooner or later, but that’s just not important now. You have a clear goal in mind. After a year of life resembling that of nuns, you really need to let off some steam.

From: Arataki Itto

NO SHIT! That’s so cool, man! I don’t really know much about that. But, I am also someone you might call a big shot, like yourself. Wanna know what I do? :D

You snort out loud, grateful to Archons that you didn’t get to exchange messages with this big dumb-dumb during one of your business meetings.

To: Arataki Itto

Well, let me guess. You are a fearless gang leader and a multiple champion of bug fights? :)

You hit the send button, fully expecting him to tease you back.

From: Arataki Itto

Holy shieet, no way? How did you know? You important people really have your way with things, don’t you? Sweetie, you are a keeper.

The sip of coffee you took ended up jetting out of your face, splashing on the documents and your desk.

To: Arataki Itto

No, Itto. I just read your profile info?

There is a longer period of silence in which you deal with the mess of your soaked papers while all cogs in Itto’s brain come to a screeching halt.

From: Arataki Itto

Sure, I was just fooling with you, Babe. You are a sharp one, though. Cool. Anyways, Sweets, fancy meeting me soon???

Yeah. For some inexplicable reason, you send him a short ‘yes’ answer before your common sense can convince you otherwise.

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

Satoru Gojo ♡ short drabble (pt. 2)

₊˚ପ⊹ Summary: Your best friend gets jealous when your childhood friend reenters your life. Let him show you just how much better he is.

₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings: desperate gojo, p in v raw sex, quickie you have to hurry before your friend comes back!

₊˚ପ⊹ an: part two is here! haven't seen pt. 1 ?

₊˚ପ⊹ taglist: @shokosbunny (ty for the support lovely <3)

MDNI

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

Satoru Gojo knew he had a limited amount of time with you, and he wasn't going to waste a single second of it. The moment your friend's headlight's pulled out of your driveway, your name fell out of his needy lips, his arms snaking around to your back pulling you into his lap.

"S-Satoru," you squeaked out, intoxicated by the foreign sound of utter want in his voice. His arms held you like a vice, pulling you into his chest like he was afraid you might try to run away from him. "What's gotten into you?" you ask him. His only response was burying his face into your neck, whimpering against the sensitive skin.

"Would it upset you if I wanted to kiss you?" he asked you bluntly, his mouth muffled by your skin. Shivers ran down your spine from the feeling of his lips against your pulse.

"What?"

He let out a quick huff at your lack of answer. Gojo rolled his eyes, "I know you understood me," his lips ghosting over the spot he wanted so badly to kiss. "Tell me you want me too," his voice was barely above a whisper, dragging his plump lips across the skin of your shoulder. He needed to hear you give him permission. He needed to hear you craved him in the same ways he craved you.

You were sat in his lap, mouth agape at the scene unfolding in front of you. The man you thought would never reciprocate your feelings; the man you spent night after night dreaming about was holding you in his lap, mouth touching your delicate skin but careful not to kiss it. The man you have always wanted was waiting for your permission to let him plant a kiss on your exposed skin. His thumb and forefinger played with the small strap of your tank top, his other hand still keeping you pressed tight against his form as he waited for your answer.

"We don't have much time," he was growing impatient, scared you were going to let the opportunity slip out of his fingers and he couldn't stand the thought of that. You needed to deny him. Slap him for ever daring to drag you into his lap, pressing his mouth hotly against your pulse. You needed to stop him if you really didn't want him.

But what you did after one full agonizing minute was tell him yes. It was quiet, almost hidden behind a shaky breath, but he heard it. That was all he needed.

His hot mouth opened to taste your flesh, sucking sweetly on your soft skin. He trailed across your shoulder, back up to your supple neck where he bit down. Your body was vibrating, the attention of his mouth on you had you mewling, pushing your chest into his. He just about groaned from the feeling of your breasts smooshing against his chest, his left hand making room for him to squeeze the squishy skin. You were breathing heavy now, whimpering as he played with your chest. He moved the fabric of your top down, exposing your bare nipple to his hand. He gently thumbed at the peak, his mouth still attached to your neck, now moving up to the skin below your ear.

"'T-toru," your voice shook, unable to keep your hips from grinding down on him for some release.

"Fuck-" he cursed, "keep calling me that," he pulled away to look at you. Your puppy eyes were wide open, not wanting to miss a moment of what was about to come and Gojo almost lost his resolve. "I wish I could take my time with you," he sounded genuinely heartbroken, wanting nothing more but to watch you come undone slowly as he carefully worked you up until you were putty in his hands. Unfortunately he was crunched for time. He had maybe 15 minutes to show you just what you meant to him. His right hand moved behind your head to grab the hair at the nape of your neck. Using his grip to pull you in. Both your foreheads touching as he spoke, "But we don't have time, baby. You're gonna be good for me though, right? Gonna enjoy every second?"

His sultry questions went straight to your core, pussy clamping around nothing, preparing for what his words meant. You nodded and he planted a quick kiss to your lips. They were soft and warm and everything you thought they'd be. He pulled back, giving you a reassuring look before fiddling with waistline of his sweats. He pulled them down to his thighs, the cool air hitting the wet spot of his briefs. You could see just how big he was even under the constricting fabric of his underwear. You had to fight the drool threatening to spill from your lips. As much as he enjoyed your ogling he had work to do, pushing aside the fly of his briefs to allow his cock to spring free. It was long, the tip red and wet with precum. Now free, he reached into your shorts, his intentions to rub your clit over your panties but he found that you weren't wearing any.

"If I didn't know any better I would think you were prepared for this to happen. No panties, baby? Fuck," his cold index finger slid down your slit, collecting your slick and rubbing slow circles across your clit. Your breath hitched, your body jumping up at the feeling of his digit teasing your velvety skin. His tongue poked out, wetting his lips, wanting nothing more but to be able to taste you. He didn't think he had that much time though, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if you didn't cum on his cock. If Satoru wasn't feeling impatient enough before he really was feeling it now. His hand grabbed at the hem of your shorts, pulling them down. You adjusted to help him drag them all the way off, discarding them on the floor below.

"Gonna have to be good f'me," he told you, pulling you back into his lap, the hot tip of his cock now poking at your entrance. His grip tightened on your hips, wasting no time dragging you down onto his length. You gasped from the sudden pain of his dick stretching you out, and he shushed you the best he could. "M'sorry baby. There's no time. We have to be quick. You'll forgive me.. right?" his need was only growing. Your cunt gripped his cock, squeezing him in retaliation for bullying his way into you without preparation.

"'Toruuu," his name fell from your lips as he pulled out slowly, only to shove himself roughly back in. Your legs were spread wide to accommodate his thighs, allowing him to reach deep inside of you.

He soon set a rhythm with his hips, using his hands on your waist to help drag you up and down. Your top was still tucked under your breast, allowing Gojo to watch them bounce with each thrust of his hips. His teeth bit down on his lower lip, barely letting out needy moans as he took in how beautiful you looked in front of him. He was going to think about this forever. Your dripping pleasure coating his cock every time he pulled it out and how your face dusted red from the intense pleasure, lips forming a tight 'o'. He sucked in a tight breath, willing himself not to spill inside of you right then and there. He couldn't live with himself if you didn't finish first.

"You're s'wet. Mmph... sooo warm," his groans were high pitched and needy and everything you needed them to be. The sounds of skin slapping as he fucked into you and his high-pitched whimpers echoed off the walls of your living room. "Mmmm, Haah.." he couldn't hold back his sounds and you were glad he didn't. His need was obvious, he was unable to stay quiet from the feeling of you taking him so well. One hand moved down to tease your clit as he continued his assault on your puffy pussy. You were lost in the feeling of his cock stretching your gummy walls, hitting that spot deep inside you that had your back arching. You were so lost you didn't even notice headlights shining through the windows that overlooked the driveway.

"Fuck!" Satoru cried out, "Looks like we're gonna have to hurry baby. You gonna cum on my cock? We don't have much time," your body was alight with a pleasure you didn't recognize. Did you really enjoy the idea of getting caught?

Gojo knew he wasn't going to last long as he felt your walls flutter at his warning, wanting to curse you for being such a dirty girl. But you were his dirty girl, and you were going to cum and that fucking loser wasn't allowed to see it. "C'mon baby, haaaaahhh," he was so close, sweat dripping down his brow as his fingers on your clit sped up. He couldn't manage to draw circles anymore, only able to flick his two fingers as fast as he could against your sensitive nub. You didn't have time to process that you were coming, throwing your head back and moaning loudly as your gluey insides gripped onto his cock. He came too, moaning just as loudly, his sticky fluid coating your walls; dick twitching with each spurt of cum he released into you. Heavy footsteps on the porch joined the sounds of both of your releases.

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

The door opened and you both greeted your friend as he placed the pizza on the coffee table in front of you. You managed to adjust your clothes in time and you were slightly out of breath from your hurried movements. Your friend looked at you, taking in your appearance. Your hair was tousled, lips wet, and cheeks dusted with a wild blush. You smiled sweetly to him, urging him to sit down next to you so you could all start the next movie. Gojo didn't bother to possessively pull you in - after all, his cum was leaking out of you at that very moment. Your friend's gaze was suspicious, unable to focus on helping you choose a movie. No - he was too focused trying to figure out if you had that bruise on your neck this whole time. He looked up to find Satoru watching him, the white haired devil shooting him a subtle wink when he met his cerulean eyes.

𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄- 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

—cw: fem!reader, male and female masturbating, fingering, fistfucking, pillowfucking (put me in a cage pls), desperate gojo because i'll never shut up about that. not proofread.

—a/n: i wish his seiyuu had an asmr channel just like nanami's so this drabble would've been longer. enjoy though <33

You're used to stalking the social media of people you go out with. It comes naturally. Well you live alone in this city, and you sure as hell don't want to stumble across a creep with no defense. You never know what's crippling it's way across this sinful city at night. The questionable news reports just added the oil to the fire of your anxiety. So it was natural that tonight, you were stalking another one of your dates. Gojo Satoru. You knew he was pretty popular when those hand had to leave yours to dap or fist bump his peers on your first date. It's almost as if fifty percent of the city knew him, like a celebrity. If he was really so popular, it would be easy to dig up info about him.

That's what led to you eagerly scrolling past his Instagram, flipping through each highlight as if you were a child who just found the greatest comic book.

party,

party,

and parties.

it was like his mantra the way his entire feed was just him dancing under the influence, in outfits too expensive and champagne to rich. He bathed in the luxury and the people around him were pleasuring off the drops sprinkling. So perfect that he had everyone wrapped around his finger. But won't he do the same to you? Overpower you. All those riches and he decided to go out with you, just so he could make you one of his whores, you were sure about that.

"Ugh, fuck it." You groaned, tossing your phone away. "Guess i'll have to use my hand again."

You opened your laptop, went incongnito typing the first letter, but your autocorrect knew better. It's like it has memorised what you do at this hour. But autocorrect works on algorithms so you were sure it's your fault that you visit the site so frequently.

The porn website was open and you clicked on search button, specifically typing "hot men jerking off webcam." It was one of your favorite things to watch.

You scrolled through the popular videos you had already watched maybe a million times. There was a reason they were popular. So you just changed the filter and selected "new to old". After rummaging through some of the boring videos, your eyes landed on the preview of one with the most beautiful cock. longest even. Curiously, you click on it. The video starts with the man rubbing his boner through the boxers. You put a hand inside your panties, and all you want right now is for him to take his boxers off. After a few minutes, he does and his long light peach cock springs out. when he leans back, your eyes do a double take.

is that gojo fucking satoru??

And indeed it was. The man who earlier gave you the rich spoiled misogynistic son vibes was now moaning like a slut, begging his viewers to ride their imaginary pussy. He had zero shame. Although...why didn't you log out?? Why did you not switch to some other video?

Because holy shit he is fistfucking his cock like an animal in heat. The chair is shaking and making squeaking noises but fuck who cares about that. Listen to his moans. His fucking whimpers. He changed his placement and now he was on the bed, had the pillow folded in half only to start ramming his dick into it. God! Is this the real Gojo Satoru? Is this what he is? A camboy whoring his body out. Because he has generational wealth so there's no way he is foung that for money. So the only logical answe is because he is such a fucking pussywhore that his exhibitionist cock only cums when there are others watching it.

Your fingers starts vigorously pumping in your cunt. They weren't long enough to reach and you were actually wishing Satoru was fucking you instead of that pillow because look. Look at that long dick. Look at the pretty flushed tip with his precum glistening. Fuck, how'd he taste on your? Sweet? Sour? But you know it would taste warm and filthy for sure.

The man in the screen increases his pace and so do you, imitating him. you want to cum at the same time. you want to see what his cum looks like on the gray pillowcase. your middle finger starts stimulating your clit even more while Satoru in the screen is now snapping his hips rougly against the bed, in the pillow. you imagine yourself in the position. Prone Bone. Never tried it but if it is what he id doing, then you're sure as hell down. It's the way his thrusts can be heard banging against the wood under the mattress even if there's not skin for his to slap against. compared to what other camboys do, talk about how they're going to ruin your dirty little pussy, gojo's is different. he does say he'll ruin your pussy but it's hotter because it is followed by endless pleas.

"fuck—lemme ruin this pussy—anh! please, yeah? gonna make you feel so good, baby please?" almost as if he is actually fucking someone. and you don't think twice before assuming he is talking to you. It's okay to be delusional sometimes. Specially when his words make you cum so hard, that you are whining at the lack of more girth to clench around. you look at the screen and Satoru came too. And he was whimpering. Like actually whimpering because it felt so good. Hot strings of cum now soaked in the pillow. Shit.

When you come back from the bathroom after washing yourself, you hear a notification. you pick up your phone to find a "Free tomorrow night?" from the same man who indirectly made you cum so hard tonight. And after what you saw today, you would be a fucking idiot to miss a chance like this.

"Yeah, Of course. Can't wait to see you tomorrow."

*Sent*

▻ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

CW/ TW. Explicit, Fem!Reader, Implied Gang Bang, Possessive Behavior, Rough Oral Sex, Bath Sex, Exhibitionism, Aftercare, Praise, Reader has a kid, Slightly Yandere Behavior (???)

AN. Hi! This is a repost because my old account broke...SOBS. All comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated, thank you :)

M. List

Bonten!Mikey who first sees you when you're walking in front of a sweets shop with a little boy holding your hand—a chubby little hand pointing at a lollipop in the window.

Bonten!Mikey who never cared to get involved with anyone, suddenly found interest in your shining smile and bright eyes.

Bonten!Mikey whose chest aches because he wants you to be his.

He watches as you shake your head at the pouting boy, a sad smile on your lips. "Maybe next—"

But you're cut off by a gentle hand on your shoulder and a pair of expressionless eyes looking down at you.

"I can get it for you."

You blush furiously at his kind gesture, eyelashes fluttering in awe. "I can't—"

"It's okay," Mikey insists until you relent with a shaky smile and glance down at your son.

"Baby, what do you say?"

"Thank you," the boy says shyly, his smile just as bright as yours when he takes the lollipop from Mikey's fingers.

Bonten!Mikey who meets you again in a place where he never thought someone as bright as you would end up.

He walks into Bonten's meeting room to find his men passing you around, shoving their dicks in your face and groping you roughly. Tears stream down your face, but you can only mumble out raspy complaints as you're grabbed by a man with wild eyes and scars marring his mouth.

"You're such a nasty slut," the man sneers, guiding your mouth to his leaky cock and pressing the head between your swollen lips.

Nobody seems to pay attention to Mikey who takes his seat at the head of the table, their predatory gazes focused on you getting ruined in the middle of the room. But for a split second, your glassy eyes meet his and they grow round at the sudden realization of who he is—at what he is.

And although his men ignored him at first, they're suddenly aware of his overwhelming presence once you're passed onto Mikey's lap next—the room falling quiet because their boss never got involved with their leisure activities.

He reaches one hand up and wipes your tears from your face, bringing your shiny gaze up to his.

"Hey, pretty," Mikey says, covering you with his jacket. His usual soulless eyes are soft when you smile down at him, his heart beating hard against his ribcage at the breath-taking sight. "There you go."

The Bonten executives watch quietly as their boss picks you up in his arms and carries you to the door, their jaws dropping a bit.

"Find someone else to fuck," is the last thing Mikey says before leaving the room.

Bonten!Mikey who runs both of you a bath once you're in his apartment, usually destructive fingers now delicately stripping you out of your soiled clothes and tossing them somewhere across the floor.

He places you between his legs, washing your hair and body of cum and spit before massaging your sore muscles in his strong hands—paying special attention to your jaw after seeing how rough Sanzu was with you. You relax against him, head on his shoulder while you feed into the warmth and safety of his touch.

"Are you scared?" he asks, now that you know who he really is.

You shake your head. "No."

He hums, pleased with your answer. "Then let me take care of you, hm?"

Soft lips brush against your temple as his hands smooth over your supple breasts and down your stomach until his fingers trace over the soft puffy lips of your cunt.

Mikey's mouth quirks ever so slightly when you slowly nod, arching into his touch with a whimpered "please" bouncing off of the steamy bathroom walls.

You keen when two of his fingers brush through your slippery folds, his other hand coming up to pinch and rub at your nipples.

Every delicious sound you make has blood rushing to his cock, and he can't stop himself from slowly rutting against your ass, grunting into your neck from the friction—not caring about the amount of water and bubbles that splash over the lip of the tub.

Your body trembles a little when he slips a finger into your gummy walls, his pace slow to ease you open before another finger joins the first.

His lips travel up from your shoulder, teeth nipping a sensitive spot behind your ear—putting his mark on your skin—before he asks: "Did they fuck you here?" Slender fingers thrust into your clenching hole with an emphasis on his question.

You take a moment to answer from the amount of pleasure clouding your brain, but you manage to shake your head. "N-no, not ye—"

Mikey's hand firmly clasps around your throat, drawing your head back so you're looking at him. "This cute little pussy is mine now, m'kay?" he tells you, tapping your sensitive clit lightly.

This time you nod with a choked whimper, not completely taking into consideration that you just offered yourself to the devil—too dizzy from the fire burning at the pit of your stomach.

The wide pad of his thumb applies firm pressure against your little nub, his fingers speeding up at the feel of your legs quivering against his.

"Ah," you whine, hands holding onto his arm between your legs. "I-I'm—"

"Come on, cum for me," he rasps into your neck, littering it with more small splotches of blue and purple.

"Oh—"

You break off into a stream of garbled sounds when his fingers rub against a spot inside you that has you twitching in his arms. A series of strained little curses leave your lips, your lungs trying to take in big gulps of air as you tip over the edge.

"You were so good, pretty," Mikey coos into your ear, trying to bring you down while his fingers go back to pumping into you lazily. "Hm, one more time. You deserve it, after all."

Bonten!Mikey who learns you were selling your body to pay for your son's medical bills after he fell very ill the year before.

Bonten!Mikey who insists you let him take care of you and your little family.

"You wouldn't need a job," he tells you when you argue that you'd never be able to pay him back with your current earnings. "I'll give you and your son anything you may need."

Bonten!Mikey who rewards you with his head between your legs for hours when you say yes—not that he'd ever let you say no.

Bonten!Mikey who's possessive of you and refuses to share you with anyone because they can't treat you as good as he can.

Bonten!Mikey who wants to show his men that you're his.

Bonten!Mikey who has you spread out on his lap in the Bonten meeting room, all of his executives watching with envy as their boss's fingers play with your dripping hole.

Bonten!Mikey who knows all the sweet spots that make you pliant in his arms until you're gushing a steady stream of fluid all over the table and his pants.

He hears a few faint groans of his men around the room, their eyes turning greedy when you shy away from how they're staring at you. But Mikey shoots them a cold look, his message clear that none of them were allowed to touch you anymore. You're his and only his, and he'd kill anyone who even tried to look at you the wrong way.

"Now get the fuck out," he tells them before focusing his attention back on you.

|Character/s ➵ All bonten members.

|Warning/s ➵ NSFW, Fem!reader, crack language, suggestive themes, making out, cock block(😔).

|Note ➵ Ctto. They look so fine, damn it. Anyways, here's the part 2 that some of you peeps asked for. And I'd be happy to know on what you thought of this story in the comments! Enjoy <3

✿ Part(s): One, Two, Three

"My head." You let out a small groan then blankly stared at the unfamiliar ceiling which you still haven't realized... "My fucking head."

Letting out a sigh, you turn on your side, seeing an unknown but somehow familiar man sleeping on the bed with you which immediately made your eyes wide in shock.

"Did I finally lost my v card?" Was the first questions you asked. "To this fine fucking man?" Pursing your lips, you felt a tear slip out of her eyes. "Holy shit?? Is this for real?" Pumping your fist in the air, you almost shout a cheer.

"I fucking hit jackpot!" You squealed a little, excited to share the news to your friends. "I'm not a goddamn virgin anymore, Haya." You mumble before glancing at the still sleeping man.

"Goddamn pretty." You whisper with a dreamy sigh. "So fucking pretty. So lucky." You do a little victory dance in your mind as a memory suddenly comes in mind, making your face heat up.

It was a memory of you, clothes gone except for the matching undergarments. While half naked, you and the man were kissing each other so slow and passionate first before it became deep and rough, him dominating over you as his button up shirt were now half undone. Your inner self squeals, remembering how his hands traveled and caressed your body, the hazy memory ending there for you with a small huff.

You lift the blanket, wondering if you're naked along with Ran Haitani. A small hum came out of your mouth when your question was answered. You were wearing a large shirt, which obviously belonged to him, with nothing underneath but your black underwear while Ran wore a gray sweatpants next to you, his torso completely bare.

"How sweet. He must've cleaned and dressed me up." You mumble before lifting the blanket again, seeing his toned body with a half tattoo on it.

"...Now that's fucking sexy." You say, face heating up as you press your legs against each other. "Great. I'm getting horny over a tattoo." You roll your eyes at your own words before letting out a small chuckle and biting your lower lip when you took a quick peak at Ran's body once again.

"Damn sexy." You try your best not to squeal like a little girl so you set the blanket back down on your torso and turned your attention back to admire Ran's beauty but seeing him awake absolutely caught you off guard.

Your first reaction was to pull the blanket over your head and turn around in a flash, face turning red from embarrassment when you question yourself on how long was he awake and how much has he heard since he was looking pretty smug with a handsome smirk on his face.

'Cringe.' You thought, face going red from embarrassment. "Good morning, miss horny." The male greets with a small laugh while you question the somehow familiar name he just called you.

"Don't get all shy on me now." You hear him speak once again. "You were such a naughty girl last night, you know?" Your inner self lets out a scream, face flushed at his husky deep voice.

You remain still and quiet under the blanket, your shyness now getting the best of you which Ran found cute as you were a different person unlike last night.

Anxiety fills you up when the male became quiet with you, and it only increased when you feel him shift closer to you, feeling his warm toned body against your back that it made you think your heart was gonna yeet itself out of your chest.

"You're such a cutie." He said as you let out a small squeak when you felt his cold slender fingers make contact against your legs.

"You were so loud last night." You shut your eyes when you felt his hot breath against your nape. Ran was now under the blanket with you and the tension felt heavy for you that it made you aroused.

"Why so quiet now, sweetheart?" His hand caressed your leg up and down first, giving it light squeezes as it stopped on the side of your thighs.

"If you don't let me see your pretty face," Ran moved even closer. His rough hand quickly went to your hip, pulling it against his harshly, a small hiss went through his lips while yours were a yelp.

You bite your lips hard when you felt your underwear getting soaked with your own slick as Ran's hard cock twitching against his pants and at your ass, his heavy breathing against your now red ears made you feel really hot, especially when you're both under the blanket.

"I'm gonna have to punish you." The male finished with a small blow of hot air on your ears making you press your legs harder against your own legs while Ran held your hips so tight, his own bucking at yours made you mewl.

"You're so, haa, fucking cute." He grunts, his hand now moving again to tug the garter of your black panty. "Sexy thing." He mumbles with a smirk before inserting his hand inside, his forefinger and middle finger went up and down your wet folds.

"I've barely touched you and you're so fucking wet already, princess." You held back the moan that was about to escape your mouth while a drool slipped passed and trickled down on the corner of your lips.

"And so sensitive too." Ran chuckles deeply, almost letting out a growl while his cock kept twitching and throbbing inside his gray pants, wanting attention and to be touched by you so badly.

Ran never felt so turned on that he wanted nothing but to bury his cock deep inside your wet cunt, but then he remembers that you're still a virgin which made his eyes darken and thrust his hips harshly a couple of times on you.

The trigger of him being so horny must be because you're a virgin, he wants to cover you with hickeys or bruises. Just the imagination of it made him groan and his dick to release more pre against his pants.

He wants to fuck you so rough, shove his dick deep inside you until you beg him for no more as fat tears stream down your face while you whimper.

Ran must have some kind of corruption kink or something...

He starts to pepper your neck with wet kisses until it came to him biting it lightly first, then moved to biting it hard as bruises started to form on your neck, his fingers still playing with your cunt, rubbing your clit.

"Turn around and let me see your face, [Y/n]." He gruffly said, mentioning your name in a low voice which you obeyed after seconds had passed.

"Great expressions." He huffs, his half lidded beguiling eyes filled with lust bore into your teary-eyed ones.

"Come on, moan my name. Ran." He whispers, biting your earlobe. "Don't hold back. Say it. Moan my fucking name." With a growl, Ran inserts a finger inside in a harsh and quick motion that made you moan out his name loudly along with the sound of something hitting a wall or something..

"I knew you'd make a move on our pet " A voice said with a sigh, obviously shaking their head. "I can't believe you're making out without me." Another voice spoke with a huff.

'Pet? Who???' You question as the events that occurs last night came to you like lightning. Ran takes the blanket of him, but his hand didn't leave your pussy.

"Sorry, guys." Ran chuckles, flashing the stoic Rindou and smirking Kokonoi. "Nothing personal." He showed a subtle smile at them.

"But did you really have to come in and interrupt?" Ran moved his one slender finger inside you making you yelp as he inserts another one.

"Things were really getting good, you know." Ran pumps his fingers inside you for a while, making a moan slip out.

"Oh, what a cute voice." Kokonoi comments. "Bet she'll sound fucking sexy when a dick's finally inside of her." Sanzu states, a devilish smirk on his face while he leans against the doorframe.

"I was about to do that." Ran takes out his fingers and showed the men your glistening slick. "She's fucking tight." Rindou whistles, Koko lets out a chuckle, and Sanzu chuckles at the sight. Ran licks and sucks his fingers.

"Taste so damn amazing." Your face became bright red at their words, and when you decided to just stay still like you did earlier, the blanket was yanked away from you.

And just when you were about to cover your face face with a pillow, it was snatched away including the one you're using by the Haitani brothers. They laughed lightly at your expression.

You looked like a dog that had its ball of toy stolen away.

You huff and turn your back to the men, only to be met by a pair of mesmerizing emerald eyes boring into yours.

"Hello.." You greet shyly, a sheepish smile on your face. "Gorgeous." Sanzu chuckles, noticing the way Ran sent you a look as he flashes a smile.

"Morning, horny lady." You swear that you've never felt your eyes and ears so blessed, especially on mornings like this.

"I can die as a happy woman now." You blurt out suddenly which caused the men to go quiet while you continue to stare at Sanzu's face in a daze.

"Oh. Oh shit." You say, a nervous chuckle erupting from you as they just showed a smirk. "Anyways, uhm, something happened between us, right...?" you ask, a bit unsure since the memory you have kept ending with him on top of you on the bed, his fingers playing with you sensitive clit. You glance at Ran, who had his cheek resting on top of his palm, lazily grinning at you.

"Of course, princess." He said, his grin growing wide with mischief in it. "I told you that you were loud last night, right?" Ran states, leaning in close to you.

"Really loud." Rindou joins in with a deep chuckle making you blink your eyes. "...So, I really lost my v card???" You question, head slightly tilted to the side.

"You are such a cute pet." Sanzu comments, patting your head in the process. "No. You woke up in the middle of the night, saying that you were hot and uncomfortable in your clothes." Kokonoi starts

"You left Ran's room to find the bathroom while stripping your clothes off in the way." Sanzu joins in, the memory making them laugh a little. "And we were in the middle of a meeting. You gave everyone quite a show, even Mikey was amused." Rindou states, his hand patting your legs.

"You have a great body, so don't worry your pretty head over it, sweetheart." Ran finishes with a smile, and you swear that you could hear the heart in his sentence while your face goes bright red again, confusion written all over your face as you try to remember the memory.

"Ran excused himself to take your half naked body back to his room." Kokonoi adds making you groan while he obviously enjoys the reaction you're showing.

"And then you started shouting, I'm getting laid tonight! Ey!" Sanzu copies your actions last night with a small wheeze. "Then next thing we know you're singing something: I'm gettin' ripped tonight! R.I.P that pussy, ey!" Sanzu continues, his laugh getting louder as Ran joins in since he was there to witness it all.

"You kept repeating- shouting, singing the Dick word." Rindou chuckles while you wish that someone would bury you six feet in the ground...

"I didn't know that you were that desperate for a dick if it weren't for last night." Ran teases making you scowl at him as Sanzu's laugh echoed in the room.

"Same." You sigh out. "I'm disappointed that nothing really happened between us." Your honesty really amuses and making them speechless.

"We were about to make out last night, but you fell asleep on me." Ran sighs out, tapping your forehead with his forefinger. "I had to take care of junior by myself you know. Even today as well." The male glances at the three men in the room, who only replied by shrugging their shoulder or averting eye contact.

"Oh, you're all gathered here so early in the morning, surprisingly." A voice spoke from behind, catching everyone's attention. "I brought you breakfast." Kakucho enters the room with said breakfast in hand. It was your favorite and you're not even gonna question him on how he knows that information, knowing that he or everyone already did a background check on you since they're literally criminals, but that doesn't faze you.

Nope, not at all. You're only distracted by their beauty.

"You being here and bringing her breakfast is more surprising." Rindou blankly states making the others nod in agreement while the ravenette averts eye contact, cheeks slightly flushed.

"Shut up, man." He mumbles, brows furrowed slightly at the younger Haitani. "Just being thoughtful to...our pet." Kakucho adds, seemingly hesitant to call you like that while Sanzu starts to tease him, earning an icy glare from him.

"Aww! Aren't you a sweetheart!" You smile at the flustered male and took the food, immediately starting to eat as you're already hungry. Kakucho sighs in relief that you didn't seem hurt that he called you did...after all you did call yourself a pet last night and even signed up for it, so everything's well making him flash a little smile, a warmth feeling bubbling inside him as he watches you eat so happily.

"I'll just clean your sheets if it gets dirty, Ran." Said male replied with a go ahead at you, chuckling when he saw your cheeks puffed as it was filled with food. "Thanks for this, uh," With a troubled expression, you try to think or find the memory in your brain if the scarred man had already introduced himself to you. Kakucho chuckles at you.

"Kakucho Hitto, nice meeting you, [F/n] [L/n]." You beam at him and bow your head a little. "Pleasure is mine, sexy." Giggling at your own words, Kokonoi introduced himself as well along with the other men. Koko even told you the missing members' name and their feature so you wouldn't look so confused if they come to greet you.

As you eat, Sanzu takes your hand to take a bite and taste your chosen food. "Not bad." He said, scarred lips curving upwards into a smirk.

"I'm so not gonna get tired of that." You say, giving the pink haired a thumbs up. "Handsome men are the best!" You mutter, not really caring if they all heard it. Sanzu laughs again before grabbing your chin with his hand and pulling you in for a rough kiss, catching you off guard.

"Wha..." You squeak out, face flushed while he licked his lips in a seductive way for your eyes. "You're adorable." He whispered deeply in your ears, feeling his hot breath in the process.

"I can't wait to feel you and destroy that virgin pussy of yours." With a red face, you cover the lower part with your hand as you feel your panty dampen again.

"That's the only problem we have." Kokonoi hums. "Shouldn't you be doing your first with the person you love?" He ask making you wave your hand in front of your face. "Was about to that, but I don't really care about that anymore." You reply blankly. "Love is...Eh." Finishing the last bite of your breakfast, everyone suddenly got quiet, knowing your history with your ex.

They did a good job with their research about your background.

"Thanks again for this Kakucho." You flash a smile at the ravenette who nodded his head in return. "Yet you said that you love our boss." Ran sighs dramatically. "I'm hurt, princess. After the things we've been through?"

"Not much happened between us, Ran." You deadpan. Ran cups your cheek with a taunting smile. "Yet."

You scorn at him, a red hue spreading across your cheeks. "Anyways, about last night. I know what I did..." You trail. "And, I so don't regret what I said! I'm fine with giving my v card to any of you. There's no such thing as true love anyways! For me.." You exclaim, bitterly muttering the last part.

"As your pet, what'll be my job?" With a chuckle or smirk on their faces, Rindou gets close to you, thumb swiping across your lips, getting something out of it.

"I'm sure as hell that pleasing us is one of it." He states, his lazy grin growing wide as he licks the thumb he used against your lips, resulting for your face to heat up again for the nth time.

"And to obey our orders." Takeomi suddenly joins in, a cigarette in his mouth. "Guess you're all happy about the pet you got, hm?" He chuckles out.

"You're taking real good care of her." Takeomi glances at the smug Ran, getting the hint that he made a move on you.

"I'll check on you again later after I'm done with my work, [L/n]." The older man said before completely leaving with a slight wave of his hand.

"Now that I finally got a nice look at you, you're actually really pretty." An unknown deep voice comments. "Oh, thank you." You say bashfully at the tall man who grinned at you.

"I'll see you around." Mochi said, waving his hand at you as he also left. "Yes, see you around, sir!" You shout, then mumbling, "Is being handsome one of the requirements here..?"

"What are you all doing gathered here?" A quiet yet cold voice asked. "Get dressed and start working." Mikey/Manjiro Sano states making some of them sigh and leave the room, some of them bidding you a normal goodbye as some were flirty or naughty remarks making you laugh and roll your eyes.

Ran stands up, giving your forehead a kiss. "I'm gonna take a shower." He informs, sending you a playful wink next. "If you're both gonna make out in my bed, be sure to call me." You giggle, already getting used to this side of him.

"Shower well, sexy!" You say, giving a thumbs up making him chuckle then grunt. Mikey stomped the tall male's foot then entered the room to sit on the bed, acting as if nothing happened while Ran grumbles, "Can't feel my damn foot." On the way to the bathroom.

"You're quiet today." The white haired said making you flash a sheepish smile. "I'm really sorry! I don't know what came to last night. Sorry for disturbing your me—"

"You should strip around here more often." Stunned at his words, you just stared at Mikey. "It's entertaining."

In a flash, you hid your head under the pillow as you lie with your stomach on the bed while Mikey stared at you first, wondering what's up before his lips curled up into a small smirk.

"Are you sure about your decision?" He ask, obviously questioning the pet things making you lift the pillow a little and nod your head. "Yeah. You can just think of me as a desperate woman who wants to get laid... despite being surrounded by criminals." You reply quietly as a yelp suddenly came out of you.

"For a virgin, you act like a fucking slut." Mikey deeply said, his hand cupping the cheeks of your ass. "I wonder," He pauses to turn you over and pin your hands above your head so you wouldn't be able to hide your face.

"Which of us is gonna be your first." He lets go of one of your hands to guide it to his hardening cock. "Whose dick will be able to feel your pussy." Mikey leans, a soft peck on your lips.

"I'd be delighted if it were me." He notices the bruises on your neck that was made by Ran earlier, making him frown and bite it, hard enough to draw blood which he licked quickly. Mikey does it a couple of times, satisfied at the sounds you gave.

"Mikey..." Said male lets out a groan, hearing his name come out of your pretty lips. "That's right. Moan my name." Lifting your shirt up, enough to reveal your stomach, he starts to give it wet kisses then looked at you. His dark eyes were piercing as it stared straight into yours.

"Will you let it be me, [Y/n]?"

Finally, Mikey was able to touch, hold, and taste his childhood crush.