Kirei: Its here! It’s finally here! I am so excited to post this! This idea has been in my head for months and I was kinda nervous about posting it, but fuck it! I hope you all like it as much as I did writing this!
Warnings: 18+ content, smut, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, clit slaps, orgasm control/denial, edging, oral(m-->f), spit kink, sir kink, spanking, blood, minor character death (mentioned), weapons (knife and gun), poison usage, alcohol usage, pole dancing(inspired by this)
Pairing: Mafia Boss!Rengoku Kyoujuro x Assassin Fem!reader
Word count: 5.3K
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I knelt down on the shiny, hard wooden floor as I awaited my order from the man who hired me. Breathing shallowly behind the thin black mask I wore to conceal my identity, I dared to look up at the man sitting in the throne-like chair in the center of the room. I was a highly trained assassin, the best in my class. I was skilled with every type of blade and made my own extremely potent poisons.
“Lord Muzan, I await your orders.” I said softly, gazing into the man’s eyes with my own.
Muzan Kibutsuji, one of Japan’s most notorious Mafia lords, was a rather attractive man with short black hair with long side bangs that framed his handsome face and piercing red eyes. Eyes that were now locked on the woman kneeling before him. She was dressed in all black down to her black heeled boots.
“I need for you to eliminate the family that has become quite the thorn in my side.” He said, his voice calm and alluding the amount of power he had. Muzan snapped his fingers and one of his servants presented the woman with a photo. “That is the Rengoku Mafia Family. Kill them.”
I took the picture from the servant, observing the family. All three males had the same flame colored hair and golden-vermillion eyes while the woman (the mother I presumed) had black hair and soft red eyes. I almost felt a bit of sympathy for them. They looked like a nice family, maybe I would use my poisons instead.
“Yes, sir.” I started to rise out of my kneeling position when a hand clamped down on my shoulder, squeezing roughly.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are.” A voice snarled. “But killing Kyoujuro and his family is my job.”
Turning to look at the man who grabbed me, I saw that it was a man with pink hair and golden eyes. My lip curled up into a frown as I growled out, “It would be wise to let me go if you wish to keep that hand.
“What can you d-” before he could even finish his sentence the woman had her thighs locked around his neck as she swung her weight around, throwing the man to the ground. A blade slid out of the heel of her boot as she stabbed it near the side of his head. He looked at her with wide eyes as a stinging pain spread from the slow forming cut that split his cheek. Blood pooled in the wound before falling down the side of his face.
“Akaza.” Muzan said simply, glaring down at the pink-haired man pinned by the small woman. “Effective immediately you are reassigned from the Rengoku Family.” His voice carried across the room commanding with a lingering threat. A slow smile began to tilt at his lips. “Unless you can beat her.”
Akaza grabbed the woman’s leg and tossed her off of him before dropping into a kneel. “Sir, if given the chance. I will not kill her but I can put her out of commission.”
I laughed, maybe a bit too loudly, as I glared at Akaza. I just had him pinned, cheek split open by the blades in my heels. And he thinks he can beat me. “I’m sorry. You? Put me out of commission. Take a hint from the blood spilling down your face. You cannot win.” Small daggers fell into my palms from the hidden compartment attached to my wrists and I pointed one of them at the man. “You’re more than welcome to try. I’ll try to not kill you.” I glanced over at the man who hired me. “With your permission, Lord Muzan.”
Muzan sat back deeper into his throne, his long legs crossed at the knee as he placed his intertwined fingers under his nose. There was a long pause of silence as the two assassins waited for his orders. The woman poised with her blades and Akaza dropped into his fighting stance. “Granted.” He watched with mild amusement as the two began to fight.
I dodged Akaza’s quick flurry of punches he aimed at my face, retaliating with my own with the dagger clenched in between the webs of my fingers. My blades, while never piercing his flesh with a direct hit, left glancing wounds on his face, neck and shoulders. I somersault backwards, the blade in my heels sliding out.
Akaza took a step back to avoid the sharp knife hidden in her boots when she flipped, the tip barey grazing his chin and leaving a small knick on his skin. He had to admit the woman was a decent fighter, but it was time for him to get serious. Only he was allowed to kill Kyoujuro. Akaza would not let some stranger take his prize.
His foot slammed down into the floor, splintering the wood as he focused his strength into his fists. Akaza would shatter the bones in her arms first, to hear her beg for mercy before breaking her legs and making her crawl back to where she had come from. Just as he was about to attack again, he stumbled, a nauseous feeling overcoming him. Akaza gagged and covered his mouth and it felt like he was both going to choke and vomit at the same time. Why did he feel so sick all of a sudden?
“It took long enough.” I walked over to where he was standing, watching him sway on his feet. “The poison has finally coursed through your blood.” I pulled a vial out of the valley of my breasts, swirling the liquid around. “I coat each of my blades in this serum that I make. It’s a deadly poison.” I stood in front of Akaza, a slight smile curling at my lips beneath my mask as I pressed my fingertips against his exposed chest and smeared the blood that dripped from his wounds. “Does it hurt, Akaza? Or should I say Soyama Hakuji.”
Gold eyes widened. How did she know his birth name? He has not used it since he was a child. Akaza choked on his own bile as it rose up in his throat as he struggled to speak. Was he going to die? Poisoned like a worthless creature after not even landing a single blow on this woman, this fem fatale.
He flinched when she suddenly injected him with a needle and the nausea slowly started to go away as he dropped to his knees to empty the contents of his stomach so that he could breathe again. “Wh-why did you?”
“I don’t kill anyone who isn’t my target.” I said simply as I tossed the needle away on the ground and put the vial back in the inner breast pocket of my top. I walked back over to where Muzan was sitting still crossed legged up now he held his face in the palm of his hand, looking quiet assumed. “Was that display to your satisfaction, Lord Muzan?” I asked as I crossed my fist over my heart and bowed.
Muzan sat up on his throne, a smile curling at his lips. “It pleases me to know that the Rengoku Family will be disposed of.” He said, looking satisfied. “The funds will be transferred to your account when you’ve brought me their heads. 12 million for each one.”
I nodded as I slid my dagger back into the weapons compartment before bowing once more. My heels clicked as I side stepped Akaza, who was still hunched over and probably still wondering how I knew his birth name. I stopped at the door, turning to the pink-haired man on the floor. “Because you were once my target before the hit was called off. Be grateful.” I exited out of the room.
Once I had left the building, I tugged my mask down and pulled out the photo I had placed in my pocket. I suppose I should start with one of the brothers. Killing the younger one first would leave a bitter taste in my mouth because he looked so adorable with that kind smile on his face. I glanced over to the other brother.
“Pity.” I said as I took in the older brother’s features. “He’s kinda cute.” Slipping the photo back into my pocket, I pulled my mask back up on my face and hid in the shadows as I made my way back home to plan out my tactics of getting rid of Rengoku Kyoujuro as quickly as possible. Even if I did not kill the whole family before my deadline, the twelve million I would get from just him would be more than enough.
-0-0-0
Bored.
Kyoujuro was bored. Very bored at this party that was supposedly thrown in his honor. He set his face into the palm of his gloved hand as he watched the scantily dressed dancers try to seduce him with their movements. None caught his eye. Kyoujuro reached for his drink, Brandy on the rocks, and swirled the glass around before taking a drink. His attention was caught when the music changed in tempo, becoming dark and seductive.
“INTRODUCING A NEW DANCER: THE FEM FATALE!”
Kyoujuro leaned back into his seat, legs crossed at the knee. The Fem Fatale. A dangerous name. He hoped this one would provide some entertainment for him. He watched the stage with hooded eyes as the lights changed to a dark shade of violet, his glass to his lips as he waited for the performer to come out.
His tongue wet his lips when a woman dressed in dark red lingerie with a black corset tied around her waist to give her more of an hourglass figure and a sheer black robe with red ostrich feathers decorating the train and sleeves. Her feet were wrapped in a pair of thigh high leather boots and she had a riding crop for her prop. She also left her hair down to frame her face beautifully. But what piqued his interest the most was the black lacy mask that covered her eyes, hiding her identity from him. Kyoujuro wanted to know who this “Fem Fatale" was.
He watched with greedy eyes as she strutted slowly down the catwalk, tapping her thighs with the riding crop until she reached the pole at the end. When her music started, she bent over and flipped back her hair, but a few loose strands covered her face, giving her a seductive look. Kyoujruo’s eyes never left her body as she danced and twirled around on the pole. He sipped at his drink as he watched her spin and spread those delectable thighs until her legs were in a straight line as she spun on the pole.
Kyoujuro felt the front of his pants become snug as she used the riding crop to spank her naughty ass and cunt as she spread her legs from the audience. Slowly, she stripped out of her robe, tossing it to the side as she grabbed hold of the pole. His cock twitched as he eyed her thighs and breasts as she danced around on the ground, her legs looking miles long as she stretched them over her head.
The front of his pants became almost unbearably tight when she ripped off the corset, her cute tummy on display for his viewing pleasure. His eyes followed her every movement as she slowly climbed up the pole, and begin spinning and twirling. Fuck, she was sexy. Her display of strength and her slow, erotic movements turned him on. When she spun around on the pole, supporting her body with just her upper body and ankles, Kyoujuro knew that he had to have her.
When her performance was over, Kyoujuro motioned for his bodyguards to go find her and bring her to the private room he rented.
-0-0-0
I stepped out onto the stage when they called out my stage name. I walked slowly down the catwalk, tapping the tops of my thighs with the riding crop I used as a prop. My eyes sought out for the Rengoku’s and I found him already staring at me with those beautiful golden-vermillion eyes and a glass to his lips as he took a drink. I made my way to the pole, heels clicking on the runway. Flipping my hair back I made eye contact with him, watching him adjust his pants.
Coming out of my robe, so I would have more freedom of movement, I slowly slid down the pole as my legs spread into a split. The Rengoku’s eyes never left my form as I danced around the pole, stretching my legs as I spun around on the pole wih just my hands. I slid down the pole until my knees touched the ground. I moved my body around seductively, my hair flying around with my movement and sticking to my gloss. Knowing that my performance was coming to an end, I snatched off the corset.
As my performance was coming to an end, I decided to show off my strength by locking my legs around the pole while spinning around in place. Slowly, I let go of the pole and supported myself by arching my back against the cool metal while pressing my ankles down to maintain my balance. I could feel his eyes on me as I spun around in slow circles. I wished I still had the riding crop to slide it along my covered heat and thighs, but I could tell he was already mesmerized by me. By the time I had finished my routine and blew a kiss to the crowd, he was gone and I knew that he was going to look for me.
-0-0-0
Kyoujuro sat in his private room, waiting patiently for his bodyguards to acquire the woman. He fixed himself another drink and poured one for her when they brought her to him. A soft knock at his door brought a smile to his face as he beckoned them inside. When the woman stepped inside his private room, she was even more beautiful up close than on stage. Luscious lips, perfect breasts, adorable tummy, beautiful hips and thighs, she was a goddess among goddesses.
He dismissed his bodyguards with a wave of his hand. “You can leave.” He said simply, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. Her eyes were still covered by that lacy black mask and he was dying to see the beauty that laid underneath it. He smiled easily and laughed when she looked around the room. “I don’t bite.” His lips curled upwards into a hint of a seductive smile. “Unless you want me to, princess.”
Kyoujuro watched as her lips parted in a gasp and he held out the glass that he poured the drink into. “Brandy?” He asked, walking over to her so that she could take the alcohol.
I took the drink from him with a shy smile. Standing this close to him gave me a better look at his handsome features. I could see the way his gold-red eyes sparkled in the light, his perfect jawline, pearly-white, straight teeth, soft yet firm looking lips that were almost always pulled into a smile, and his voice was so deep and rumbling.
’ “Thank you.” I took a sip of the rich brown liquid, a bit surprised at how smooth it went down.
He laughed lightly, gaining her attention. “Smooth, isn’t it. This is Mendi Coconut Brandy.” Kyoujuro refilled her glass and his before clinking them together. “I enjoyed your performance. “He complimented her walking over to the couch and sitting down. Spreading his long legs, he patted his thigh for her to sit down.
I eyed him, trying to figure out the best method of killing him. I had the knives hidden in my boots that I used to dispose of the real entertainer earlier. I also have my poisoned hairpins tying back my locks I could use. I- My eyes caught the movement of him rolling his sleeves up and I saw the dark swirls of the tattoos inked into his forearms. Fuck... My body automatically moved over to sit down on his leg as I gave him a shy smile. “Is there something you want?”
Kyoujuro leaned in, the sweet scent of her lotions filling his scenes. Coconut. She smelled sweet like the fruit and it made him wonder if she tasted just as sweet and was as tender as the flesh. His fingers found her delicate wrist, the pads resting against her pulse and feeling the blood rush through it. “Nervous or excited to know why I called you here?” His smile was gentle, yet still a bit sadistic. Kyoujuro was the hunter and she was his prey.
Pulling the hair pins out of the bun I wore, letting my hair down, I smiled at him. “Oh, I have an idea of what you want.” I said as I shifted in his lap, straddling his thighs. Placing my lips against his ear, I whispered, “But too bad I won’t be giving it to you. I raised the poisoned pins high, ready to send them into the veins of his neck. “Next time don't be so quick to dismiss your guards.”
He sensed the danger and before she was able to plunge the sharp tips of her weapons into his neck, Kyoujuro knocked her hands away. The pins scattered across the room as he quickly flipped their positions on the couch, his gun drawn and pointed at her forehead as she had drawn a hidden blade and pressed it against his neck. “Hm...you’re a better one than the last one he sent.” His finger rested lazily on the trigger.
I began to feel a bit nervous at the large Colt .38 pointed at my head, but I didn’t let it show. “Big words coming from the Boss’s underling.” I tightened my grip on the handle of my knife, pressing it tightly against his skin. “What makes you think I can’t slit your neck before you can pull the trigger?” I fought the urge to flinch when the cold metal pressed even deeper against the center of my forehead.
Kyoujuro smiled down at her, his lips pulled taunt at her words. “The boss’s underling?” He chuckled as his finger itched to pull the trigger from that statement alone. “You have me mixed up with my father, I believe. He was the former head of the family.” He reached around and pulled at the silk strings that held her mask tied closed.
Rengoku Shinjirou wasn’t the boss? I began to sweat a little, the strings of my mask dangling with the tips tickling my shoulders. The only thing keeping it held up over my eyes was the barrel of his gun. Why didn’t Lord Muzan tell me that Rengoku Kyoujuro was the Mafia Boss. I would have targeted him last. I swallowed thickly as he slowly reached for the edge of the lace mask.
“Let me see this face of yours.” He hummed, pulling his gun back slightly, ignoring the bite of her blade against the side of his neck. Grabbing the lace between his fingers, Kyoujuro pulled it away revealing her beautiful face. She was gorgeous. “Fem Fatale. I see why you picked that name. Many have tried to come assassinate me and my family, but you’re the first one that used this method.” He hummed as he grabbed her knife in his gloved hand quickly and yanked it from her grip. “Muzan finally thought of sending a woman instead of that pink-haired bastard.” The tip of his gun moved down to tilt her chin up so that he could stare into her eyes.
I shivered as I looked into his golden-crimson eyes. They were so cold yet beautiful with that glow of lust that swirled in his irises. I felt helpless without my blades and Kyoujuro was so much bigger than me that I wouldn’t dream of taking him in hand to hand. Then there was the gun he had pointed at me. I swallowed thickly. “What are you waiting for? Kill me. You know that I came here to kill you by Muzan’s orders. Unless you want to offer me more money to take out Muzan for you.”
Kyoujuro clicked his tongue as he tapped the tip of his gun against the bottom of her jawline. “Now what is the fun in that, princess.” He trailed the cold steel down her neck to the valley of her breasts, pointing the barrel at her heart. “How much?”
“12 for each head and double if I finish before the end of the week.” I answered quickly, my eyes glancing over at the corner where he had thrown my weapons. I wished I had gotten time to redress into my normal attire, but his bodyguards had barged into the dressing room almost as soon as I had closed the door. I barely had time to grab the hair pins.
The more he stared at her barely covered body, the silver of his gun contrasting beautifully with her skin, the tighter the front of Kyoujuro’s pants became. Fuck she was gorgeous. He tapped the weapon against her breast, smiling when she jumped. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you go. But...” he trailed off, finger toying with the trigger. “On one condition.”
I arched my brow as I tilted my head to the left. Has he lost his mind? Let me go? I was just going to take another attempt on his life, maybe even go after his family first. “And what might that be?” I would play along with whatever he wanted if that meant I would live.
“I will make you fall in love with me before the deadline of your assassination attempt.” He smiled pleasantly, laughing a bit when she recoiled her head back. “If I can’t, you can have my life, but if I do, you’re mine.”
“You’re not fucking serious!” I screamed at him. Me? Fall in love with him? “You really think I won’t just try to kill you while you attempt to woo me?!” My brain stopped working when Kyoujuro reached out and placed a black leather gloved finger against my lips, silencing my rant. Damn him. Did he know I thought he was attractive?
His smile never left his lips. “I never said you couldn’t keep attempting to kill me, but I will thwart every effort and won’t stop until I break you and make you mine.” Kyoujuro leaned in, moving his finger and slid his tongue out and ran it over the seam of her lips. “Come on, princess, just admit that you’re attracted to me.” his hand trailed down her neck.
My lips were on fire from his touch as I looked up at him wide eyed. His fingers made my skin come alive when he led them down the front of my throat. “What are you...” I trailed off when his gloved fingertips traced over the swell of my breasts, his gun now being holstered back into its holder at his hip. A soft moan escaped when his palm brushed over my nipple before he used both hands to cup my mounds.
“Sensitive thing, aren’t you sweetheart?” Kyoujuro chuckled as he pushed her back onto the couch, his knee sliding between her thighs. “Let me give you a taste of what you’ll receive once you’re mine.” He leaned his head down slowly, intending on kissing her but his lips were met with her cheek as she turned her head away.
I placed my hand over my lips. “I’ll agree to play your little game, but I have my own rules.” I held up two fingers. First is that unless I say yes, you cannot fuck me.” My head rolled back when his thigh pressed firmly against my heat, tempting me into giving into his touch. But I had to hold firm. “The second is until I say so, no kissing either.”
Kyoujuro gazed down at her, his brow arched before he sighed. “Fine. I won’t fuck or kiss you until you say I can, however,” He snatched her hand away from her lips and grabbed her chin, hooking his thumb on her bottom lip. Gathering a pool of saliva in his mouth, Kyoujuro let it fall from his puckered lips and into her parted lips, landing on her tongue, “have a taste of what you’re missing out on.”
As his spit slid down the back of my throat, a small whine left me. He tasted like the coconut brandy we had drunk, rich and smooth. I wanted more, but Kyoujuro had already latched his lips onto my neck, nipping and sucking his marks into my flesh. My back arched off the couch, grinding my core down further against his hard thigh between my legs. His hand began to massage my breasts, squeezing the flesh until it spilled over in his palms.
“Come on, little one. Let me hear those beautiful moans.” He licked a line down her neck to the valley of her breasts. Kyoujuro pulled the cups of her thin, lace red bra down, pushing her breasts out. His mouth began to water at the sight of her taut nipples standing to attention for him. Latching his lips around her left one, he pinched and twisted the other in between his fingers. Soon a symphony of her moans graced his ears.
I could not hold back my cries when Kyoujuro began toying with my nipples. I weaved my fingers into his silky blond hair to hold him against my chest. The pleasure was starting to consume me as he did wickedly sinful things to me. I let out a gasp when I felt his other hand glide down my belly and rested between my thighs. He moved his thigh down so that he could up my sex from the thing red panties I had on.
Kyoujuro used his teeth to pull his gloves off his hands. He then pushed her underwear to the side and slid a finger along her slit. Releasing her nipple with a wet sounding ‘pop’, a smirk curled at his lips. “You’re already so wet, Princess.” He ran his finger up and down her cunt, parting her folds and watched her lewd juices glisten. “Look at the pussy, just dripping and sopping wet for me. You sure you haven’t fallen in love with me yet?”
My face heated at his words as I swallowed thickly, the taste of coconuts still heavy on my tongue. “N-no!” I whimpered, feeling two of the thick fingers swiping through my slick coated slit. “I’m not in love with you.” A gasp left me when he suddenly pushed those digits inside my clenching hole and my hands gripped the leather exterior of the couch. “Fuck.”
Kyoujuro thumbed her clit as he thrust his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace. He watched every expression that appeared on her face. Marveling a each lewd sound her pussy made as he fucked her with his hand. Adding a third and curling them, Kyoujuro found that spot that made her squirm and shake around him. He licked his lips as he stared hungry at her cunt. She only said that he could not kiss her mouth...
I was drowning, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy that he was causing on my body. My nails dug into the upholstery of the couch. His fingers found my spot quickly, like he knew my body like the back of his hand. My eyes slid closed as I started to lose myself in the mind numbing pleasure. Until I left something hot and wet drip onto my sex. My eyes shot open when I saw Kyoujuro spitting onto my clit, smearing it over my opening before lowering his head. “What are you doing?!” I kicked my legs out as I tried to grab his cheeks.
He looked up at her with a sinister smile on his lips before he slapped her clit, the stinging pain causing her to freeze up. Kyoujuro smiled up at her as he gathered her legs over his shoulders. “You only said I couldn’t fuck or kiss you, but you didn’t special how to fuck you or what lips I could kiss.” He spanked her clit once more before gliding his tongue over the nerve.
My head fell back as I gasped from the stinging pleasure of having my sensitive bud slapped and abused before his warm, wet muscle circled it as if trying to soothe the pain. I moved to curl my hands even tighter into his hair, not knowing if I was trying to pull him away or push him closer to my needy cunt. “Fuck...” I whimpered softly.
Kyoujuro licked up and down her folds, relishing in her sweet taste. She was indeed sweet and tender, even more so than the fruit. He could stay between her thighs, eating and drinking from her drooling hole all day. His nose brushed against her clit as his tongue dipped into her sugary hole to gather her slick. “This pussy is going to be all mine.” He groaned. “Won’t it?”
In my lustful daze, his words rang true in my ears. “Yes!” I screamed out, flinching his hand came in contact with my ass, the rings he wore possibly leaving an imprint on my skin. I quickly changed my words, “Yes, sir! My pussy will belong to you.” I whined out, fingers tightening in his long golden hair as I bucked my hips upward.
He hummed as he sucked at her opening to taste as much of her sweetness as possible. A combination of her juices and his saliva rolled down his chin. She tasted better than the finest of desserts. Moving his lips up to her swollen nerve, he flicked it with his tongue as he pushed his fingers back inside her slick, clenching hole. Her cream began to smear onto the silver and black rings he wore.
“Oh fuck...” I moaned out as he attacked my clit with quick flicks. I shook my head from side to side as my thighs began to tremble and shake around his head as my back arched even further off the couch. Kyoujuro caught my body before it landed back onto the cushion, pressing my cunt deeper into his face. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I chanted as my high was nearing. “Right there, please, right there.
Kyoujuro felt her walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers. He gave her clit one last suck before pulling away completely, ruining her orgasm. The Mafia leader gave her a sweet, charming smile before he placed his still wet fingers into his mouth. “Gotta become mine if you want to cum on my tongue, princess.” Standing to his feet, Kyoujuro reached for his suit jacket before reaching behind the couch for his katana. “It’s been fun. Until your next attempt, little fireball.” He walked out of the room
I sat up, knowing he did not just leave me on edge like that. The throbbing in my core let me know that he indeed left me in such a needy state for him. Clenching my hands into tight fists, I declared. “I am going to kill him!”
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