he just wants to come home after a bloody afternoon, he misses his bed, he’d like to relax but instead he opens the door to his bedroom and finds.. a half naked you.
manjiro raises a brow, “and you are?” how the hell did you even get into his house?
you’re not usually aware of who pays for your services, normally it’d be businessmen looking to blow off steam after a long week of work.
you hurriedly dig through your handbag, staring back at you was a standard business card. “are you not sanzu haruchiyo?”
he scoffs, that fucker. sanzu has been trying to get his boss laid for the past couple of months now, it’d be either a chick he’s fucked before or women he’s met at a club but now a hooker?
“i’m not interested in your services.” his dark black eyes bore into your e/c ones. if he isn’t sanzu then who’s this rude fuck?
you get up from the stranger’s bed, “look..” you raise your hands to show you’re not armed or anything. he doesn’t look like a dangerous man, he doesn’t appear hostile either but with your line of work, you’re always on high alert. who knows what kind of weirdos you might encounter. “i only came here to get paid. i could really use the money. so, if you could kindly direct me to this sanzu haruchiyo’s house, i’d appreciate it.”
he takes a good fucking minute to reply, he rubs his chin in thought while taking another glance at your fine body.
manjiro walks towards you, grabs your wrist and leads you over to the long ottoman standing at the foot of the bed. he easily has you sitting on his lap. “you want money?” he tilts his head to the side, stares down at you with a stoic expression. “show me how much you’re worth.”
of course you want the fucking money, it’s the only reason you’re even in this industry. how else are you going to pay for the bills? this guy looks like he has money, i mean look at his house, it’s screaming dollar signs but are you going to break the rules and have sex with someone who didn’t originally book you? you’re not really sure..
“what’s wrong pretty? weren’t you hired to put that beautiful body to use?” gosh. this guy’s voice alone has your pussy drooling in your panties already. “don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now.”
you try to fight back, “i-i’m not! you’re just.. you’re not the guy who called for me and-”
“you’re here for money aren’t you? i have money to spare if you can get me off.”
fuckit!
he watches you as you slowly unclasp your bra, throwing it somewhere on his floor, even with your tits out in front of this man— he doesn’t break eye contact with you.
you move your hands to his pants.. oh you’re so ready to get this over and done with. you can only imagine the amount of cash this man must have, he reeks of expensive cologne too.
get his dick wet, make him cum, grab the fucking money, get into a taxi and go the fuck home. that’s all you want..
.. he stops your hand from fiddling with his belt buckle, you look up to meet those dark eyes once again. “i’m not paying you for a quick root.”
“huh?”
manjiro snickers, he softly slaps your hand away, grabs your thighs and forcefully pulls you closer. you gasp when you feel his semi-hard cock underneath your drenched panties.
he keeps his eyes locked with you, never breaking it once as he’s tracing the inside of your thighs with his index finger before it stops in front of your clothed entrance. “i’ll pay for what i want— and what i want is for you to fuck yourself on my fingers.”
this is your job goddamnit so why the hell are you suddenly blushing? ok, this man most certainly has experience. how is he so good at this? not only did he manage to get you pooling between your legs but he’s also successfully taken full control of your body. you’re not used to this, most men want shit done to them not the other way around.
manjiro slides your thin panties to the side, his eyes stare at your pretty pussy for awhile longer until he presses a finger against your clit. you yelp, it’s been so long since a man has ever tended to your pussy like this. do you actually miss it?
he can’t help but lick his bottom lip at the sight of you right now, he slides in just the tips of his middle and ring finger. “you can take it from here can’t you?”
you nod your head quickly, your hips move on their own— fuck yes, it’s been the longest time since you’ve been fingered hasn’t it? you want more of him don’t you? hell, even he knows.
“a girl like you? you must’ve never had anyone let you treat yourself like this.” he urges you to keep moving your hips when he pushes his fingers further into you.
oh fuck! you’re close, so so damn close. this man’s fingers are like fucking magic. you’re jealous of all the other girls he must’ve done this to.
“wanna cum?” like an obedient good girl that you are, you nod your head in a crazy fit. oh, he’s good. too damn good- you shut your eyes tight and tilt your head back.
he uses his other hand to cup your face, forcing you to look back at him. “i wanna see your face when you cum pretty thing.”
shit! shit! fuck!
manjiro wants to smirk at how well you’re fucking yourself on his fingers, he can’t keep his eyes off you as you keep chasing your own high. “ugh! ngh- i’m cumming!”
just as you announce those sweet words, he presses his thumb against your throbbing clit and rubs it in holy fucking good circles. his eyes dilate while watching you come undone. where the fuck has this man been your whole life?
this is your job, remember? don’t get attached to your customers.
he flexes his fingers that’s still inside you, scooping up ever last drop of your sweet cum before pulling his fingers out. “open.” he says.
you do as he tells you, parting your lips as you let him shove those used digits into your mouth, you’re forced to suck off your own cum.
for the first time since you’ve met this man like ten minutes ago, he grins and it honestly scares you.
he lifts you up with ease before taking you over to his king-sized bed. if he’s sleeping alone, why does he need a bed this large anyways?
you’re laying on the sheets while manjiro kneels in front of the bed, he curls his hands under your thighs before pulling you towards his mouth.
he gives a kitty lick to your pussy, causing you to grip onto the bed sheets and as you try to close your legs, his grip becomes tighter to keep you in check. is he actually trying to make you cum again?
.. but if manjiro wants to eat you out, oh, you’re gonna let him. he won’t give you a choice.
he starts fucking his tongue into your heat, god it feels so good inside you. he knows what he’s doing.
as he’s working wonders with that mouth, you brush your fingers through his platinum blonde hair and his lips slightly curve against your pussy. this man doesn’t need to be vocal because fuck that tongue speaks for itself.
you’re close again. manjiro can feel it too. he takes his tongue out, then shoves the same two digits he used before back into you and begins to suck on your throbbing clit as he fingers your scarlet hole.
“sh-shit! please don’t ugh!”
he pulls away, admiring how red your pussy’s got from just his mouth, he wipes his lips with two fingers before standing up— his figure towering over you as he unbuckles his own pants while keeping those annoyingly sexy eyes on you.
you blankly stare back, he wish you could see how pretty you are looking up at him right now. he rids of his pants, along with his boxers and leans down to give love bites all over your neck.
you’re trying your hardest to hold in your moans, you have no idea what he’s planning to do with you but it’s your job to pleasure people not him.
you attempt to push him back so you could roll on top of him and ride him into oblivion until he cums but he quickly grabs your wrists and pins it above your head.
your eyes widened. he stops kissing your neck and searches for you eyes again. “don’t even try that.” he rasps in such a demanding tone. he gives your right tit a hard bite and you yelp from the pain. “do that shit again and i’ll bite harder, understand?”
you don’t know what it is about this man that makes you feel so powerless but whatever he’s doing, it’s working.
thinking to yourself that maybe you’ll just let him fuck you in any way he wants, you’ll be able to leave as soon as possible so you completely surrender yourself to him.
manjiro takes his time to work on your left tit, giving it the same exact attention he did with the other. he releases one of your wrist and uses it to massage your other breast. “you’re beautiful, y’know that?”
he makes you blush a second time, you’re not sure how to respond to him. this doesn’t feel like your normal sessions with other men, it’s starting to feel more than that.. almost like he’s trying to make love to you, a hooker.
he leans back up, stares at your neck that’s now completely covered in all his bite marks. he’s on his knees, your legs spread apart and he pulls you closer. the thickness of his cock rests on top of your stomach.
“don’t you want me to suck it first?” you ask, he stops and raises a brow at you. he thinks it’s so fucking sexy the way you said that.
“come here.” he instructs, you follow his finger and got on all fours. you grab hold of his length and he hisses. it’s been awhile since he’s let anyone touch his dick.
as you’re stroking his now fully erect cock, you look up at manjiro and he’s already looking down at you. his eyes clouds with lust, he tilts his head ever so slightly and waits for you to make your next move.
you give the head of his cock a lick, you feel it twitch as he lets out a short groan. he grips your chin, raising it up so you can meet his eyes again. “is the taste to your liking?” he’s clearly talking about the burst of his precum spilling out. you answer him by moaning against the skin of his cock.
manjiro grits his teeth, “jesus. fuck.” he throws his head back as you work your mouth down his thickness. the only thing going through your mind right now is to make him cum hard and fast.
he uses his left hand and grabs a fistful of your hair, gently pulling it back so you’re looking up at him once again. “tryna make me cum? i’m not done with you yet.”
your eyes widened as he practically drags your by your wrist over to his wall, turning you around as he feels up on all your beautiful curves. he positions his cock at your entrance, without a single word, manjiro shoves himself into you. you gasp at the sudden intrusion.
“so beautiful. so goddamn beautiful.” he rasps with each thrust. you placed your hands against the wall to try and balance yourself. “what’s your name?”
are you even allowed to give out your name like that? oh, fuck it! with the way he’s fucking into you right now, you’d give him anything. “y/n- i-it’s y/n..”
“yeah?” his grip tightened around your hips. “from now on.. ah shit.. you work for me, understand?”
if you were any other woman, he’d have his way with you and leave right after.. but with you he’s foaming at the mouth.
he’s hit all the right places in less than minutes, it takes almost half an hour or even longer with other men you’ve ever provided sex for to get you in such a moaning mess.
he pulls your hair back with one hand and his other hand’s latched onto your hip. “answer me.”
you’re not sure what he means by that, you’re not even completely sure he actually means it at all but your getting fucked so well that you don’t even care right now.
“y-yes! yes, i work for you!”
he tilts your head to the other side, leaning down to suck onto your neck like a goddamn leech as his pace only grows faster. “good fucking girl.”
“shit! harder!” you desperately beg.
he pumps into you with all his might, at this point you’re not even the one holding yourself up— it’s his tight grasp that’s keeping you on your feet. “you’ll let me cum inside this pretty little pussy won’t you?”
“god! fuck, yes!”
that’s when he lets himself fill you up to the brim, he stills his hips and lets out a slew of curses as his thrusts become slow and sloppy.
your knees automatically give up on you when manjiro slides his dick out, his warm cum spilling out of you. if the circumstances were different, granted since you’re a prostitute you’ll obviously be on some sort of birth control pill but if it was up to him, he’d be hoping for a kid from you right about now.
he’s quick to catch you, carrying your fucked out self over to his bed again. he disappears somewhere out the room for a few seconds only to return with a towel wrapped around his lower body. he sits at the foot of the bed where your legs are, “do you want to clean yourself?” he asks.
you’re trying your best to avoid his eyes, not only are you completely exhausted from the sex but because you know you have to leave soon and right now, you don’t even know if you want to leave.
“i-i’m fine.. i have to go anyways..” you say, as you’re about to get out of his bed— he grabs your arm and you turn back to look at him with wide eyes.
he pins you down onto the bed, his half naked body hovering above you once again.
“what’re you doing?” you ask, a strange gut feeling rises in your stomach. “you’re not going anywhere. you belong to me now.”
.. huh?
he was being serious before?
“don’t worry, i’m going to pay you for that hour but there’s no way in hell i’m not letting you leave after that. i told you, you’ll work for me now.” he says as his grip around your wrists tightened.
your cheeks blush a furious pink colour. what is it about this man that makes you feel so.. submissive? like he has already put a claim on you without your permission but you feel as though you’re okay with that.
“w-when do i start?”
he’s silent for a brief moment, scanning over your beautiful features that he’s absolutely floored by. how did someone like you get into this industry anyways? he has to know. there has to be more to you than meets the eyes, he just knows it and he’ll do anything to make sure he finds all the answers about you.
he grins down at you, “your shift starts now.”
a//n’s : this has been in my drafts for like weeks. i’m on my knees for this mikey! gosh, i love him so much that i had to write about him. i feel like this deserves a part two, idk. anyways, thank you for reading!
@iamk1llua - please don’t copy, use or translate my work.
ෆ pairing :: azul ashengrotto x fem!reader
ෆ summary :: you had a bad day and Azul's first instinct is to fix it somehow, but all you want is his arms around you.
Azul knew instantly that it was you when the door to his office opened without warning. Mainly because no one else would enter his office so casually and without knocking. Except for one person.
He had a small smile on his face when he looked up to meet your gaze, however, it disappeared too quickly when he noticed your expression. He had spent so much time observing the people around him, picking up on small details that others would overlook simply because they didn't take the time to truly study their surroundings. But his girlfriend wasn't a subject of study—of course not; he had memorized your expressions for a completely different reason: he cared about how you were doing, even if you didn't say a word.
“Darling, is everything all right?” His gloved hands closed around yours the moment you were close enough. You had always been surprised by how easily he could drop what he was doing to pay attention to you; the fact that he hadn't even said hello indicated that he had definitely noticed your expression, and that made you wonder if it was too obvious.
“Just a bad day,” you admitted, letting out a sigh that sounded more like resignation. It wasn't a lie that you'd had a bad day, and you planned to tell him in detail everything that had happened after you got what you wanted.
“Do you want me to…” His words trailed off, but you knew exactly what he was about to say: offer a way to fix everything that had gone wrong or find solutions to whatever problem was bothering you at that moment. And of course you appreciated his attention, but right then you needed something else.
“Actually, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do all day,” you admitted, letting out another sigh, this time completely fake and more dramatic than you’d planned, but that was enough to set off his alarm bells.
He nodded, pushing his desk chair back, and did a quick mental check. Just in case he needed to call Jade and Floyd despite the hour, they'd surely already left, and… Azul expected anything except what happened next. He'd barely noticed the way you'd carefully slid onto his lap, you seemed to hesitate before finally settling onto his legs until you were comfortable enough.
To say his body tensed was probably an understatement. He hadn't even moved for the first few seconds because his mind could barely process how you felt against him. He'd never considered doing anything like that, much less in his office, which was one of the places where he spent most of his time. His displays of affection were usually private, and at that moment anyone could simply walk in without knocking, especially the twins. Although a part of him knew that no one would dare to do such a thing—besides his girlfriend, obviously.
“This is… unusual,” his voice was low enough that only the two of you could hear, yet it still held that gentle tone he didn’t use with anyone else. “Someone could walk in and see us like this,” part of him tried to be reasonable and maintain that perfect composure he always had in front of others, but then there was the other part of him that was the perfect boyfriend, who always had the perfect words on a bad day, and the part that enjoyed exactly the way your warmth felt against him.
“No one’s going to come in at this hour. Just five more minutes,” your voice sounded muffled because you buried your face in his chest, trying to hide the slight redness that had started to form under your eyes half an hour ago.
Azul's body relaxed seconds later as he adjusted to your weight on his lap, which had become comforting. You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer until there wasn't even the slightest space between you. The mere thought of someone so important to him being sad and him being unable to do anything to fix it made him feel guilty, even though he knew deep down that he was doing everything he could in that moment. You didn't need anything else, just Azul's arms around you.
Your eyes closed for a few seconds, savoring the silence that surrounded you. Most of the time, with anyone else, silences seemed merely awkward, but with Azul it was the complete opposite; his arms around you and his soft breath against your hair had been the most comforting part of your entire day.
Jade Leech / Floyd Leech x Yuu who is shy and a people pleaser.
A/N: This is my first ever fanfic, please enjoy :D doing this for my friend!!
Warnings: A tiny spoiler of Book 7 in Jade’s part, established relationship
Word count: Jade (838), Floyd (693)
Jade Leech
• Before your relationship with the eel, for some reason he is always there to help you with a smile on his face whether it’s carrying your books, catching you sitting and hiding your sorrows alone, or scaring away bothersome individuals who have come yet for another favor. His presence felt as if its too much of a coincidence.
• Even so, something feels unsettling about him because yk damn well the Leeches don't offer their help without something in return, there has got to be a catch. You had no choice but to accept because he wont take no for an answer.
• You really can’t tell what’s going on in his mind. You fear that one day he's going to turn his back on you. But guess what: he likes you!!! This enigmatic man will drive you crazy someday.
• If anyone is bothering you, you’d be surprised that they would either be frantically apologizing to you or avoid you like the plague next day. You have a feeling it’s him, but whenever you tell him about it, he acts clueless.
• On the day that he confesses his feelings, you expressed your fears and suspicions. “Do you really take me for that kind of person? I am hurt. I thought I had made my intentions clear with making you my mate.” Well.. yes?
• Oh, you had no idea how despondent you made him whenever you didn’t catch any of his hints. Seriously, you didn’t see it? When he kept opening his mouth wide at you? You looked over to your sides, wondering if you had done something wrong or if he was just tired. You later knew what this meant from his twin Floyd. How were you supposed to know that!
• Floyd is disgusted by how infatuated his twin is with you “Eugh, just take him away already so I don’t have to listen to his mushroom ramblings anymore.”
• Jade is someone who wants to be in control and he derives pleasure from watching others fear (wow sadist?) don’t think that just because he is calmer than Floyd he won’t tease you; he loves trouble just as much.
• He finds it amusing the way you get easily flustered and can’t hold eye contact. He will find ways to elicit such reactions from you.
• He has no idea how to catch a human’s heart, so he is going to follow a book guide on how to make someone fall in love with you!
• Since you’re the magicless prefect who came from another world, you don’t have any information to dig up that could be useful to him. Lucky you.
• In book 7, he said that he “wants to be the only one you can rely on”. He carefully planned every single interaction with you by memorizing your schedule to prove it.
• So that if u guys meet hes going to be like “My my, what a coincidence. This must be fate.” But he will never admit that.
• After going out of his way to help you (which was very unusual) he will always be like “You can always count on me.. whenever.. heh heh heh.” that will literally send shiver down your spine even though he thinks he's perfectly showing pure intentions.
• He wants to be the one to always be there for you not because he thinks you can’t do anything on your own but because deep down he's scared that you won’t need him.
• If you are willing to listen to his interests he is beyond enthralled like 😊😊😊😊☺️😚 because Azul and Floyd doesnt wanna hear his shit.
• Do indulge with his avocations and he will be grinning ear to ear, screaming on the inside.
• Do reassure him if he asks “You have been silent. Are you sure you want to listen to my ramblings?” Seeing this side of him feels lovely. The smile you once thought was eerie is now adorable.
•He watches as you struggle to eat the mushrooms he cooked for you, forcing a smile. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you were getting sick of the dishes he worked hard to prepare just for you everyday.. though you prefer this than go back to making struggle meals for you and Grim.
• Whenever Grim causes trouble, he will give him discipline. “The prefect is already burdened with more than enough. Surely, you can spare them some sympathy. Now, please, go and offer your apology.” The poor beast was shaking. Just what did he tell him to be that scared? You already told Jade to not be so harsh on Grim. “You spoil him too much, y/n. Do let me know if he causes any trouble again.” He says with a proud smile.
• He certainly doesn’t mind physical affection. If you gently poke him on the shoulder and nervously ask him to hold hands, he chuckles “That is what you were afraid of telling me?” Before accepting your request.
• He knows the way you bite back your words, hiding how touch-starved you are. It makes him feel more wanted. But he will not oblige unless you use your words.
Floyd Leech
• You dreaded hearing his cracked voice laugh at how teeny and scared you are, “scurrying backwards like a shrimp.”🦐
• Floyd found your reactions amusing, he never got tired of how reactive you are. “Gahahaha! Your face is red just like a shrimp!”
• ”Hm, you’re interesting, Shrimpy. I’ll keep you.” He states, leaning over you. Is that a threat? Please don’t. What’s so interesting about a shrimp who tenses up when you walk by?
• Once you get closer, you learn to enjoy the eel’s company. You are able to have friendly banter with him. Aside from his unpredictable mood swings, you love his intelligence, loyalty and physical affection. If you are into that, then you’re in luck. His touchiness will give you a sense of security.
• Good luck with the bites, though. Sometimes he forgets how sharp his teeth can be.
• After the news gets out that you and Floyd are together, people start asking you if you've been blackmailed to be in a relationship with him.
• Are you okay? What’s gotten into your head getting with that chaotic eel?
• You knew what you signed up for when you accepted him as your boyfriend, now say goodbye to your personal space! Not a lot of people are willing to put up with Floyd’s personality and the challenges that come along with it.
• Floyd loves you for accepting who he is. He will definitely not change for you; if his family isn’t exempt from his uncontrollable mood swings, then you most likely aren’t.
• The adventures he pulls you in are bad for your poor heart.
•Being under his protection now, that also drives away people who only want to take advantage of your kindness.
•Sure, he may be aggressive. But at times where he is calm and quiet, you can say that his advice gave you an insight.
• After another day of sitting alone, spacing out rather than tell your problems to anyone.
• Ace and Deuce told you to let them know whenever you feel troubled, but… it feels bothersome.
• You were about to go back to Ramshackle Dorm when you were interrupted by that same Savanaclaw student who kept using the same excuse of “Having a packed schedule due to being an athlete and everything, so you gotta help me this time!”
• You’re a third year student already. Why don’t you go deal with it yourself? I’m here dealing with a troublesome magical monster who can’t go unsupervised for 5 seconds, an incompetent headmage who does everything but be responsible and find a way back home, trying to hide how utterly useless you feel being the only one who can’t use magic and on top of that, meeting the high expectations of your professors while having to learn everything from scratch because you’re not even from this world.
• You bit your cheek. Right before accepting yet another favor knowing well you can’t handle with a nervous chuckle, because he said, “I have too much on my plate right now.” “You are literally a life savior!” A shadow looms over his figure, smile fades and his face pales when he looks behind you.
• Turning around, you see your boyfriend’s wide eyes and a menacing stare before the student quickly makes up an excuse and leaves.
• “I don’t understand, Shrimpy. If you can’t do it, then simply don’t. Who cares what other people think? You can’t satisfy everyone. If they hate you, let them be.”
• You really wish you were someone like Floyd. Someone who vanquishes other people’s opinions without a second thought. Someone who does whatever they want carefree.
• But after that, you start to take his advice and deny things that you don’t want to do. Not even the cat-like beast you like to spoil so much.
• And honestly? It feels like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.
• Floyd wouldn’t judge or force you to stop being kindhearted or a “goody-goody”. Though he will chase away the small fry who have the audacity to take advantage of his Shrimpy. You wouldn’t mind, right?
🫧🦐🐬🌊
note: im nervousss jajajaja i hope its not ooc!! If u have any requests please let me know><
▹kokonoi hajime/f!reader ▹1.2k words ▹smut, public sex, alcohol, bonten timeline
▹you find yourself in the vip lounge with koko, and he's more than happy to decorate you with money
▹dividers by @/cursed-carmine
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he likes it when you pull on his hair like that.
hajime's hands keep moving, putting bill after bill under the strap of your bra, scratching at your skin when you move, but you put it out of your mind while you ride him on the rich leather couch of the lounge. the music is low, vibrating in the air around you two while your sweaty body glistens under the hypnotic lights. he lowers his mouth to your throat, licking the rich smoky liquid dripping down the column of your neck as he pours what's left of the whiskey from his glass.
throwing your head back, you feel the impact of the night. drinks and compliments and thinly veiled suggestions from many of the vip lounge's visitors. all of that just to end up draped over the leather couch with none other than kokonoi hajime tugging on your tight dress that sparkles as the lights overhead shift from red to blue.
୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧
an occasional high pitched laughter sparkled in the cacophony of noise, and you'd straddled his lap a while ago trying to get your head on straight while your fingers gripped his hair close to his scalp, ready to tug while his def fingers were rubbing against your needy clit over your panties. he teased you then, calling you a needy whore, all while the smooth voice from his lips promised immense pleasure as it caressed your ear. you bucked your hips like an animal in heat and pulled away when it got too much. but then the money started coming.
at first it was a smaller bill, tucked in the waistband of your panties.
then, a few more, folded up and stuck into the cups of your bra.
then, the hem of your dress was bunched up around your waist to let you move more freely. the smoke in the air stuck to your skin when you started grinding your soaked pussy against the tense bulge of hajime's pants, still only teasing the both of you even though you knew, despite the enticing darkness ruling this lounge, that there was a wet patch where he was trying lift his hips to meet your movements.
his pupils were huge, swallowing up the colour of his eyes. glistening under the moving lights. his white hair fell over one shoulder, and he groaned every time you tugged on it a little, whimpered when you angled his face up to see you better, though he would never admit to it. you were drunk and imagining things, he would probably say. it doesn't even matter, because every time you licked into his mouth he bucked upwards a little faster, almost completely lost in the need to feel you wrapped around his cock. but you didn't move it further yet. your skin thrummed with the music dampened by the thick glass and fuzzy carpet and only the vibrations remained, unlike the heavy bass that had made your heart pump in the same rhythm while you had been out there with the many dancing, sweaty bodies. here, in this darkened room, your heart pumped in the rhythm of hajime's breaths.
he was above pleading. even lost in the sensation of your warm, soft body straddling his lap, rubbing your wet pussy against him almost getting him to blow his load into the linen of his pants, kokonoi hajime would not plead. he was, however, perfectly happy with making you want to go on, slipping his tongue into your warm mouth, letting the saliva build as you kissed, leaving a messy trail of spit trickle down your chin. he knew what to do to get you to move on your own, leaving him to keep lounging there, lazily reaping the rewards of his reputation and promises of a high so great you wouldn't forget it in the morning.
so when you tugged his pants off, awkwardly shifting on his lap and groaning when his leaky cock sprung out of his underwear, you could hardly stand another minute of not feeling him snug inside you. his hand, the one not dipping into the bag on the seat next to him, carefully rested on your lower back, guiding you closer as you were grinding your sensitive folds against his tip. a quick brush of your hand across your panties moved the fabric to the side, exposing your bare skin to his pink needy cock head, beading with precum as luminous as an expensive pearl.
sinking down on his length was slow and dragged out. every inch carried with it a crinkle of bills that found themselves pinched underneath your bra strap. you smiled wide, looking down to see how absolutely soaked his shaft is with your arousal as you met the base of his cock with your pussy. filthy… his mouth was slightly open, tongue stuck in the corner of his lips before he kissed the next bill he put into the cup of your bra. you started moving slowly, guided by his hand pressed against your back until he was certain you'd keep fucking him, until he threw his head back and groaned a deep curse from the bottom of his chest.
certain you wouldn't get up and leave, satisfied with the pitch of your moans as your cunt squeezed his cock, he let go of your back and took the glass that he had been nursing earlier, rich amber liquid sloshing around the large ice cube in the centre of it. a drop of whiskey escaped his lips and you had to stop yourself from leaning in to lick it off his chin when he tipped his head forward and pulled you closer.
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that's how you find yourself in this position, rolling your hips desperately trying to reach your high as hajime spills the remaining whiskey down your neck, his tongue lapping it up against your collar bone. you're almost ascending, the heat and smoke in the air presses heavily on your sweaty skin while shivers tickle up your spine. his twitching cock pushes all your buttons, dripping with your juices as you bounce on it until you're whining for the sweet release. it's almost within reach, your hips lift and descend faster as he keeps the money coming, the smell of those bills and the texture of them on your skin sending you into even more of a spiral before you close your eyes. your knees are digging into the couch, the leather soft as it dips beneath you when you hurry up, meeting his thighs with your ass in quick slapping noises that have you squeeze your fingers in his hair.
he wants to see your eyes roll back, so his hand squishes your cheeks as he guides you into another nasty, wet kiss before releasing you just a moment before your squelching cunt tightens and your hips stutter. hajime smirks and guides your hips again, keeping you going until he's cumming too, spilling his release inside you while his money rustles in your clothes. letting you slump against him still holding onto his long hair for balance, he's taking more from the bag beside him. you're pushing yourself up, looking down at the blissed out face in front of you, the light dancing over his forehead. hajime pats your ass, and that's the only thanks you'll get. that, and another few crisp bills shoved right between your tits.
until the next time you come upon a bonten member in the club, if you're lucky enough.
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Scene: Bonten men eating you out. 😼
Characters: Sanzu, Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Kakucho, Kokonoi, Takeomi. (Sorry, Mochi :<)
Tags: Fem!reader! Smut! Oral (F. receiving)! Fingering! Dirty talk!
Note: My first time posting smut 😢 hope its good. Also, English isn't my first language. My bad for any mistakes but hope you guys enjoy 🍽
divider crdts: @/diviniyae (red diamonds divider), @/cafekitsune (mdni divider), @/omi-resources (red line divider)
🌹 - Mikey
Mikey eats pussy like he’s trying to forget who he is. Silent, focused, and starving—like you’re the only thing grounding him in the moment. Silent, slow, and deliberate. He doesn’t say much—doesn’t need to. His eyes are heavy-lidded and unreadable as he works his tongue against you, calm and methodical like he’s trying to memorize the way you fall apart. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t stop. He’ll pin your hips with an iron grip, unmoving, because he hates when you squirm away. There’s something intimate and almost reverent in the way he does it—like he doesn’t think he deserves you, but he’s going to worship you anyway. You’ll come more than once. He won’t say a word. He’ll just rest his head on your thigh afterward, quiet and exhausted like he just pulled himself back from the edge.
🌹 - Sanzu
There’s nothing soft about the way Sanzu eats pussy—he doesn’t aim to please. He aims to ruin. It’s raw, relentless, and loud. He spits, licks, sucks with tongue and teeth, and doesn't care how wrecked you are. If you cry, he’ll smirk. If you moan too loud, he’ll cover your mouth with his hand and keep going, not missing a beat. He moans into you like he’s high off the taste (he probably is), and it only spurs him to go harder. He’s got one hand between your thighs, two fingers buried knuckle-deep, curling just right as his mouth drags over your clit with messy, desperate greed. He talks during it, voice wrecked and slurred “That’s it. Come on, give it to me. Fuck, you taste so good...” And when you're shaking, too sensitive to breathe, he'll look up with a bloodshot grin and ask if you're done—because he isn’t.
🌹 - Rindou
Rindou doesn’t look like much of a giver—until you’re spread out and he’s buried between your thighs, whining softly into your cunt like he’s hooked on the taste. He’s a little rough, a little impatient, but so fucking eager. He loves being used. Will bury his face in you and rut his hips into the mattress just from how good you sound. He’s so sloppy—spit, tongue, fingers curled inside you, like he needs all of it at once. He uses his fingers a lot—fast, deep, curling hard while his mouth sucks your clit like it owes him something. His voice is always a little shaky, like he’s overwhelmed but addicted. He’s the type to mutter “one more” five times in a row until you’re completely overstimulated, legs trembling, begging him to stop—and that’s when he finally pulls back and kisses your thigh, satisfied and wrecked.
🌹 - Ran
Ran treats oral like foreplay and domination all at once. He knows what he’s doing—knows how slow to go, how soft to make it before dragging you straight off the edge. He’ll press a kiss to your inner thigh, hold eye contact, and say something low like, “You gonna behave for me?” And then he devours you. He makes it obscene—spreads you open with two long fingers, kisses your clit, licks slow and lazy while making eye contact, like he’s savoring a glass of wine. And just when you think he’s done tormenting you, he dives in, tongue fucking you deep while his fingers rub circles until your legs are shaking. You’ll be ruined and wrecked—and he’ll wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and say, “You taste better than I remembered.”
🌹 - Kokonoi
Kokonoi eats you out like he's trying to forget everything else. Not like it’s a performance, not like he's showing off—like it’s the one place he can breathe. He moves slow at first, tongue soft, deliberate, hands gripping your thighs like he needs to keep you close or he’ll spiral. He doesn't talk much during it, but his eyes say everything—half-lidded, dark, focused like you're the only thing in the room that feels real. When you moan, he groans against you like he can feel it. When your hips buck, he tightens his grip, exhales a curse, and buries himself deeper like he's starving. His rhythm is steady, thoughtful—but there's this edge, like he’s trying to lose himself in you. Like he needs to. He doesn’t stop when you come. Just slows, softens, mouth dragging against you with quiet reverence until your body goes limp under his touch. Then he rests his head against your thigh, breathing you in. “You’re everything,” he’ll whisper, barely audible—like it slipped out by accident. And maybe it did. But he doesn’t take it back.
🌹 - Kakucho
Kakucho is controlled. Precise. He worships you with his mouth like he’s praying—slow licks, perfect pressure, like he memorized what makes you unravel. He looks up at you the whole time, watching every reaction, and if your breath hitches even a little, he doubles down. He doesn’t do anything halfway, and that includes getting on his knees for you. He’s focused—tongue slow and consistent, fingers curled just right, eyes locked on you to read every twitch of your body. He won’t stop until you come undone completely, until you’re gasping and crying his name, and then he’ll kiss your thighs with reverence like you’re something holy. He eats like he loves. With quiet devotion and no mercy.
🌹 - Takeomi
Takeomi eats you out like he’s got nothing to prove and everything to enjoy. He’s slow. Deep. Methodical. A veteran at this. It’s slow, almost maddening. He’s going to taste every inch of you, feel every twitch and moan. One hand on your thigh, the other lazily teasing between your folds until he’s sure you’re soaked. Then his mouth takes over—tongue firm and deliberate, sucking and rolling against your clit with practiced ease. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, it’s low and rough and just shy of mocking “Look at you, so fucking needy. You were talkin’ big a minute ago.” And when you come for him, he hums like it’s the best thing he’s tasted in years. Then he wipes his mouth, lights a cigarette, and tells you you’re not going anywhere—he’s not done yet.
sexual content, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, praising, dirty talk, light bondage, begging kink, possessive behavior, aftercare. (kokonoi hajime x female reader)
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the sheets are silk. they feel cool on your skin, a shade of ivory that makes your flushed thighs look sinful in contrast.
kokonoi’s lips are between them, mouth open, tongue working slow and steady, almost lazy, like he has all the time in the world.
your hips twitch.
his hands don’t let you move.
“ ah ah,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your heat. “ you stay still. i didn’t tell you to come yet, did i?”
your breath stutters. your wrists are pinned above your head with one hand, his fingers wrapped around them in a grip that’s firm, but not cruel. you can feel the leather of his watch brushing your skin.
“ fuck—haji, i can’t—”
“ you can,” he says calmly, dark eyes flicking up to yours as his mouth works you over again, slower this time. meaner. “ you just don’t want to behave. that’s fine. i’ll teach you how.”
he flattens his tongue against your clit and sucks, slow and deep. your legs shake.
“ that’s it. let me hear you.”
you whimper his name, and his smirk grows.
“ there’s my good girl.”
his tongue moves in lazy circles, drawing out every sound he wants from you like he’s conducting an orchestra. and when you’re just about to come, shaking, breath breaking—
he stops.
you cry out, hips bucking, but he holds you down effortlessly.
“ you don’t get to come,” he murmurs against your thigh, “ until you tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
your mind spins. your legs are wet and trembling and you’re so close, you can’t think straight.
“ you,” you whisper. “ it’s yours. it’s all yours—please, please—”
“ that’s all i needed.”
he goes right back in, mouth hot and wet and hungry, groaning into you as he sucks and licks and drags his tongue against your clit like he lives there.
you come hard, so hard you see white, body arching, fingers spasming, voice breaking on his name over and over like it’s the only word you know.
he stays between your legs until you’ve wrung every last wave of pleasure out of your body, and only then does he finally move, kissing your inner thigh, slow and soft.
no teasing.
no smirk.
just quiet aftercare.
“ i’ll run you a bath in a minute,” he says gently, wiping your inner thighs with a warm cloth from the nightstand. “ you did so good for me.”
his hand comes up, brushing the hair out of your sweaty face. his expression softens.
“ you know i’d buy you the world if you asked, right?”
his thumb grazes your bottom lip.
“ but hearing you beg for me like that? that’s priceless.”
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ SFW N NSFW HEADCANNONS!
dominance, money kink, light degradation, praise, control kink, deep intimacy
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kokonoi doesn’t do big public affection. he’s not touchy in front of people, but behind closed doors? he becomes clingy in the most subtle ways: hand on your thigh, fingers grazing your wrist, head in your lap while he vents about money or work.
he shows love by giving. whether it’s bags, shoes, a new place to live, he provides. if you mention you like something even once, you’ll have it delivered the next day with no note. but you’ll know it was from him.
kokonoi doesn’t sugarcoat his words. “ that dress is ugly. wear the one i bought you.” or “ i hate that guy. stop talking to him.”
but strangely, when it comes to you? he’s careful. he never wants to hurt you. you’re the one person he softens for.
he has walls up from past trauma and loss. he’ll act cold, like nothing gets to him, until one night he just breaks. head in your neck, whispering things like,
“ don’t leave me, okay? even if i act like an asshole. stay.”
he doesn’t care what you do, as long as you don’t embarrass him, cheat, or lie. his love language is loyalty. if you stick by him through the hard days? he’ll treat you like a queen.
he keeps a low profile but if anyone flirts with you, he notices. and it’s not gonna end well for them.
he can’t sleep well unless he’s touching you. one arm around your waist, legs tangled, or his hand just resting on your stomach, he needs to know you’re real.
he talks the most in the dark. that’s when you learn what’s really going on in that pretty little head of his.
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kokonoi is confident and smooth in bed. he’s not cocky, he just knows what he’s doing.
he likes seeing you laid out, in lingerie he bought, on silk sheets he paid for, moaning his name while you wear the bracelet he gave you. it feeds something primal in him.
filthy, but quiet about it. says things low and under his breath, directly into your ear:
“ you like being spoiled, don’t you?”
he loves having your wrists pinned. loves telling you when to come. loves edging you until you’re crying, begging.
not cruel, just calculating. sex with kokonoi always feels like a game he’s winning.
worships your pussy. sometimes it’s lazy, slow licks with his eyes on you; other times, he’s ravenous and messy like he’s been starving for days.
he’ll have you on the bed, legs shaking, and still say,
“ one more. i’ll pay your rent if you give me one more.”
will absolutely fuck you on a pile of cash just once because you teased him about it.
likes seeing you in expensive lingerie he paid for. gets turned on knowing you don’t lift a finger unless it’s to please him.
he won’t ask if you’re okay. instead? he runs you a bath. brings you water. pays your bills while you sleep. buys you a new necklace and leaves it on your pillow.
“ i got you.” kisses your shoulder once and murmurs.
Hehehehe, kokonoi x sugar baby head canons? How much would he pay his pretty little baby everytime she cum?🥴🧐
⋆˙⟡ — PAY TO PLAY ¥💲
⟡ headcanons for kokonoi with his sugar baby.
⟡ cw: fem reader. f!masturbation, light degradation, praise.
a/n: a request for my beloved mootie! (who loves to torture me cause she knows how much I adore Koko🥴.) dividers by @bernardsbendystraws and @cafekitsune
Kokonoi would pick his sugar baby from none other else than - the strip club.
Nobody could've used a lil boost in their financial status more than you could have right at the moment you met Koko.
It wasn't the first time you'd seen him in your club, but it was the first time he stayed to watch you dance.
You and you alone.
He was just supposed to be there for a meeting with the club's investors, but he couldn't let a pretty little thing like you out of his sight...
Within the first few weeks of being a sugar baby, your car was paid off, rent paid up for a year, and you might've had a few new designer bags in your closet. Maybe more than a few.
In a month's time, you really didn't need to go to work anymore, and most nights you didn't; you'd be at home, legs splayed wide open while on FaceTime with Koko.
Drooling out of both sets of lips as you held the expensive vibrator to your puffy clit, pretty manicured nails digging deep inside your hole until you make yourself cum and squirt all over your bedsheets.
You and Koko have a 'pay to play' relationship after all: he pays you to cum for him.
A cunning, money genius like Koko does everything with a purpose. Sure, he likes spoiling you with expensive things, paying your bills, paying for your feminine maintenance, etc. but it's even more fun for him when he gets to watch how absolutely drenched your cunt gets for him.
At this point, the Cash App notification sound could just about trigger an orgasm out of you; that's how often Koko was sending you funds.
The amounts would vary, depending on how many times you could make yourself cum, but he was never stingy with them - payments would come through before your fingers even leave your swollen entrance.
"Come on, baby, work those pretty fingers in that cunt for me."
"How bad do you want that new pair of shoes? That diamond necklace? You know it's all yours if you be a good girl and cum for me.."
"A pretty slut like you should be able to cum on command by now, hm?"
"Think I'll up your payment amount because you're so obedient.."
Koko's words always drove you over the edge, toes curling against the covers, the leather car seats, or even the cushioned couch in the corner of his office. Wherever and whenever he wanted you, you'd oblige.
Imagine your surprise when you one day receive a text from Koko that's not a request.
Koko💲:💬'Guess what, darling? I'm the new owner of your former club, so you can go ahead and quit stripping. I'll pay you personally and upfront, long as you keep that pussy wet for me.'
So you did quit. You did everything he asked of you and were rewarded handsomely.
Just wait until he starts fucking your pussy and paying you for every. single. orgasm that he gives you.
ft. Mikey, Rindou, Chifuyu, Sanzu, Kakucho, Draken
SANO MANJIRO — Having you hunt his beloved sleep is exhausting. He couldn’t even sleep a wink without you appearing in his dreams. It would’ve been fine if it were simple dreams of you guys hanging out — but his wet sheets, boxers and flaming up in his sleep — you are hunting him.
Emma’s best friend is staying for the night — you are staying for a sleepover. That’s what mikey heard.
Well, you sleeping over at their house wasn’t the problem at all. It’s you — following Emma, walking around in your sleeping gown as if it’s your house.
“Ngh.. gahhh”
“Shh… My family might hear you..” Mikey whispered, hushing you, fixing the way he sits on the bed before giving you a peck on your breast, his hips buckling up — deeper, to feel your heat.
He lifts your night gown just slightly above your waist, his hands holding your waist to keep them up. His dull, black orbs landed below, looking at how his manhood was swallowed by you completely.
His compact yet powerful arms slightly raised you up, just enough before the tip of his shaft detached from you. Lazily, he lets you fall down, releasing a groan. You felt a tap from your behind, Mikey signaling you to move for your pleasures.
You locked eyes with him, a hand placing on his puffy cheeks, “I’ve always wanted to do this with you.”
“Shit.” He cursed out, burying his face on your chest. Dick throbbing as he releases warm, thick liquid inside you. It was as good as a dream.
“Mikey, wake up! It’s time to eat!”
Woke up heading straight to the bathroom w his sheets in his hands. It’ll go on for days, even when you’re not around.
Emma will be worried and ask him to get his bladder checked thinking it’s just him peeing on his bed
His dreams always includes you doing the first move, telling him how much you love him — his cock and how you wanted him for a long time cuz deep inside that’s how he wants you to act in front of him :P
HAITANI RINDOU and his brother are greatly into fashion. They often attend fashion shows in VIP rooms with a drink in hand — watching to recruit their possibly new designers or models.
And a fashion show with beautiful females are a dream come true for a teenage boy — especially w the swimsuit runaways
“Have dinner with me.” The young boy asked — more like commanded, looking at your taller figure. You’ll say yes, he knows it. You can’t decline, they run the whole roppongi after all.
Him tracing those beautifully curved spine after a good drink of an expensive wine in a bar, your face buried on his pillows, releasing muffles whilst he ram his cock in your cunt.
Groping your huge circle cheeks below, spreading them wide; spitting on your ass hole as watch it slowly falls on your slit — his thrust keeping its speed. slow but deep.
“You like that, yeah?” He’ll ask.
“I want this ass only for my eyes. Okay, pretty?”
With enough slap in your ass, you’ll definitely understand him. He’ll keep you for his sole pleasure alone, a model of his own.
“Sure. Maybe in a few more years. Who knows, I might even let you hit.”
You ended up declining him and leaving him in his thoughts — he didn’t even chase for you, he was left there in a daze. He’s a spoiled child who hasn’t received a no after all. Will not tell Ran about you nor his perverted thoughts. Will forever be embarrassed he got declined.
Honestly thought it was easy to get a girl. His brother made it look so easy.
Will come and find you years later to do every fantasies he has thought of you. Back shot, missionary, cowgirl, sixty-nine — whatever it is, you’ll be doing it in a day.
CHIFUYU MATSUNO who finally got a nerd girlfriend — going out on their first date, finally seeing his nerdy girlfriend fix and tidy up herself just for him got his blood running.
You weren’t wearing anything revealing at all — It was just all on him. Maybe he got a little too excited on your first date?
“hah”
The blonde threw his head back, toes curling, as he releases heavy breaths. His hands aggressively oscillating between the tip and the end of his shaft.
*Ting*
The boy halted, his freehand took the phone from the nightstand whilst keeping the other hand holding his manhood; his thumb playing with the pinkish tip of his cock, flushing red from the forceful abuse.
Jgh, booboobear !! I can’t wait to see you again.
Sent a photo.
Oh, heaven, you look so damn perfect. He caught his lower lip beneath his upper teeth, closing his lids, “Oh, fuck.” He cursed out, looking at your photo as he cries your name in between breaths.
Who knew chifuyu was this perverted?
Would be so awkward facing you again. He’ll avoiding you and your gazed for 3 days bcs of his conscience !!Will ask you for more of your update photos next time just so he could jack off of you >>
SANZU HARUCHIYO go low for his devotion for Mikey.
He’d go stealing your panties when he heard from Baji that Mikey also likes you — also, meaning he also thinks you’re so cool even if you don’t how to fight; but kept on denying it knowing you’re Mikey’s possession already. His boss is his priority after all.
Going that low to steal your panties for the boss but ended keeping them and using it for his own instead. Surely, he can get another for Mikey, right?
*Snfffttttt*
Sanzu took a deep breath, head throwing back, hitting the interior of his room’s door with your undergarments in between his palm and nose, inhaling your feminine smell.
You smell so fucking great — it’s as if he’s getting high. It makes him so damn excited; blood rushing through his body.
His eyes fell to the clothed budge on his lower body — cock throbbing, hurting from too much hardness. Holding the panties with his teeth, his hands took off his lower clothing, releasing his massive erection.
A groan in pleasure came out on the young adult’s mouth from the sudden contact of his hardened shaft to his abdomen. A hand reached for the underwear once more — eyes rolling back after sniffling the pleasant smell. His free hand made its way to his throbbing erection, gently stroking the hard rock cock.
“Ahhhhh, fuckkk..”
You’re so fucking addictive — more addictive than a damn drug.
Would definitely snoop in your room to steal more undergarments when the fragrance from the old one he’s using is gone. ( and will forget that he even started this addiction for Mikey )
He’d always be hard in your presence — when you’re passing by — smelling your perfume — he’d have perverted thoughts of you every time he sees you.
KAKUCHO HITTO having you as his childhood friend in the orphanage with izana, a person whom he used to sleeps together in the same bed.
One day, you caught a cold; and the thin blanket from the orphanage isn’t helping. Izana suggested that Kakucho should warm you up — the black haired latter also agreed knowing his intentions are pure. They were. Or they used to.
“Kakucho?” You called out to Kakucho who’s hugging you from behind. He was quiet — awfully at that.
“Are you asleep?” Again, you called out, about to look behind to face the young man; but, were abruptly halted when his muscular arms pulled you closer.
“I…Isn’t it a bit too hot?” He finally spoke.
“No, It’s fine. Thank you so much, Kakucho. I’ll take a bathroom break, okay? Stay here for me.”
You pushed yourself out of the mattress, sitting up and looking sideways to take a glimpse of Kakucho whose eyes are closed, flushed red, sweating too much.
“Oh no, did you catch my cold?” You asked, leaning towards Kakucho and placing the back of your hand on his forehead. “Thank God you’re not that hot.” You said, leaving the young man on the bed.
Yes, thank God. Thank God you finally left.
Kakucho took a weary breath, pulling the blanket above his shoulders and placing a pillow between his arms.
Calm yourself.
He thought to himself, but the thought of you — placed in between his arms; so small, something that he could manhandle so easily — and your sweet fragrance that still lingers on the pillow he’s hugging is getting his blood pumping.
Brain fogged, Kakucho slowly placed pressure between him and the pillow — his hardened cock, aching to receive some friction. He’s so dirty minded, the guilt will surely eat him later.
“Kakucho?”
You’d ask him why he’s so covered up while burning up from the heat, taking a bath from his own sweat. He’d make up excuses, saying he’s just warming himself up for you; literally, a loyal dog in heat.
RYUUGUJI KEN with his infinite patience and understanding would admit he had teenage boners from you but with pure, clean, genuine intentions. Instead of thinking something perverted — naughty, he’d have thoughts of you having his children, taking care of them, carrying them from your belly to your slender arms.
Draken fixed his oversized white t-shirt, pulling it from the hem to make it lower; hiding his erected length. He watches you as you stood in front of him, lending a hand to the children who tripped on the sidewalk on your way home.
You’ve always been good with kids; one of the things ryuuguji ken likes about you. He imagine you being such a good mother — starting a family with you.
Him showing you his massaging skill, giving you relief every time your back hurts from carrying his child. He’s sure, you’ll look so damn pretty with his child in your belly.
He’s willing to serve you wholeheartedly. You only need to stay by his side, take his sperms — I mean, children; and he’d give you his whole world. But you should dirty talk him some times, and
Maybe he’d also like the process of making it.
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18+ MDNI, Bonten!Mikey, brat reader, HardDom Mikey, punishment, choking, spanking, he's like MEAN. and really really angry. Possessive!Mikey. There's a creep but Mikey breaks his wrist before he touches you.
THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS SINCE SEPTEMBER OF 2023. I AM FREEING IT.
When Mikey punished you for misbehaving, it actually set you straight for a good few months. You didn't act out often because his punishments, while they turned you on and made you whimper.... were just the fucking worst. His spanks were painful. But that should be a no brainer.
What did you expect from a leader of a criminal organisation?
And normally, just him being him was enough for people to be scared. But, you didn't have that survival instinct in you to fear him. You're certain he would never hurt you. Why?
Because you're cute.
Weak argument but its been 3 years and he kept you around.
Did he voice his love for you? No.
Did you believe that he loved you? You sometimes had your doubts up until he rested his cheek on your chest and fell asleep. Or he ate you out like he's insatiable.
You got ansty at times, believed the lies in your head that said that Mikey didn't care about you enough. That he was bored of you. That no matter what you do, he wouldn't bat an eye---
This lead to you doing something stupid to get his attention, like what you were about to do.
Now, clubs weren't your thing...they never were. The most you really did in them was sit next to Mikey when he had a meeting in one of the clubs bonten ran. And you're pretty sure he's in at the moment. So you decided to doll up for the night, making a very deliberate effort to cover up the bonten tattoo that sat in the middle of your chest. It acted like a mark that signalled a very clear sign of "stay away, she belongs to someone dangerous". And you always wore low cut dresses and shirts when you did have to enter these clubs, as a surefire way that no one messed with you. It was a rule set by Mikey, a layer of protection over you when you were in his domain.
So you coming into one of Bonten's clubs with a dress that covered your tattoo, was already a beacon that would get his attention.
Look, you weren't planning on going up to a guy and flirting with him. That's an immediate death sentence for him. And a lot of people, the regulars and staff, knew who you were without the tattoo. So your plan was to just go and sit at the bar, order a drink that was always on the house and wait for a staff member to notify him of your presence. What would you do with his attention on you? What would it prove? You weren't really sure, maybe you just needed attention and wanted to be brat about it.
It wasn't like you did anything wrong, you came and ordered a drink with a tattoo covered. There wasn't gonna be any major consequences to your decision. The bartender probably already informed someone and Mikey would come get you any second-
"Hey there."
You didn't expect a drunken fool with bad breath and an ugly sneer to actually come and flirt with you. He even offered to buy you a drink and rather than saying 'do you think I ever have to pay?', you put your chin on your palm and watch him try to impress you.
"What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this? You know they're a lot of bad men out here."
"Oh?"
"Yup, don't you think it's better if I took you home and kept you safe?" His eyes darted at your lips and lingered. You wanted to snort so bad.
Now, you were a bit annoyed because no one had come and pulled you towards the back of the club where you knew Mikey sat. The air was tense near the area and you even peaked to see his white hair.
He didn't keep you near him or tell you off for keeping your tattoo hidden. Ran didn't even come to tell you that "fucking around with the boss like that will bite you in the ass".
Stubborn. Impulsive. Touch starved. It made sense you were those things if you decided to be with someone like Mikey.
And so your normally Introverted, quiet self decided to make your eyes doe like and flicker at his gross greasy lips. You tried to play it up as much as you could, despite the disgust settled in you.
"Tempting but if my boyfriend hasn't stepped in yet then he must really not care anymore. So I'll stop playing around now, because I'd rather not end up anywhere near you. No offense."
You were impulsive and honest and hated other men touching you. You also didn't like people in general so the mental energy it would take for you to force yourself to flirt with him was a bit much.
The dude's face turned into an ugly scowl, and you could see his hand coming to grab your shoulder.
Your view was blocked; the sound of a snap followed by a blood curdling scream.
"Sanzu, do what you want to him."
The thing blocking your vision was Mikey's back, his white hair and tattoo glaring at you.
Oh.
Fuck.
You were so happy that you didn't get touched.
"Keep him alive for me. I'm leaving."
Mikey turned and you knew you were fucked.
Your sobs echoed against the walls of your bedroom, another smack ringing close to the last one. Your face was mushed against the mattress, hands under you and body pinned down.
It hurt so much.
Your voice was faltering, broken and leaving your throat sore. You didn't think you could scream anymore until Mikey's hand landed right in the middle of your ass. The pain bloomed and you tried spouting weak sorries as if he had any reason to show you mercy.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" You wailed out, squirming in Mikey’s grip as he rained hits on your bare ass.
"Shut the fuck up."
He slammed his hand against a place that had taken too many spanks, making you choke on a sob. But your thighs closed against each other, pussy so thoroughly wet that they became slippery. Your spine tingled, nerves alive and frantic.
"I should keep you on a fucking leash if you're gonna go around acting like that. You want to get fucked by another guy that bad, huh?”
“No,” you gasped out, trying to plead your case, against your better judgement, “no no no. On-only you. Jiro---”
A hand came to grab a fistful of your hair to push your head into the mattress. The tug on your hair sent a shock from your skull to your spine, a shock that felt so painfully good that it made your back arch.
If he went along your back it would---
Mikey's nails scraped along your spine, a barely there touch that made your back run away from it. It felt so good that it was painful, a feeling you couldn't escape because there was no room to escape. And Mikey knew this, knew your nerves were fried and hyper-sensitive. He knew that he could torture you like that for hours.
He leaned over to your ear, and you could sense every inch of his body, breath hitting the back of your neck.
“You're going to tell me why you did what you did and you're going to tell the truth, or I'm going to make this so much worse for you.”
Mikey knew. You knew that he knew. He knew everything about you, your intentions and your fears and the thoughts at the back of your head. He wanted you to say it out loud, though. He wanted you to feel the shame.
The silence from you that followed was five seconds too long before you were flipped on your back, ass so sore that it made you flinch.
Mikey's hand wrapped around your throat, his cold dead eyes staring at you, a warning behind them. Your hands jerked to reach for his but they settled when you realised that it was not a good move.
The part of you that wanted to be a good girl came out so fast.
“I….wanted your attention, sir. Baby….baby missed you. ‘m sorry. Don't--please no more….h-hurts.” You tried to keep eye contact but tears had made his face blurry, to your benefit.
You didn't see his hand move lower, didn't register what was happening till his palm was pressed up against your soaked pussy, adding pressure to it no matter how much your hips tried to run.
“Do you know what's going to happen to you now?” Mikey's voice dropped a little bit and your brain was too empty to focus on anything but that.
“nuh-uh” You whimpered out, thighs twitching in an effort to not close.
“I'm going to edge you and edge you and edge you until you cry and cry and cry. And when you think I'm done, I'll edge you again--” He felt your hips move and your pussy throb, only adding more pressure to keep you still.
“--and then I'm going to go shoot the fucking cunt that talked to you.”
⊹₊ 𐔌 BONTEN!SANZU — being assigned to a mission with his not-so-on-good-terms colleague — you — had sanzu rolling his eyes the moment takeomi announced it. his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, making no effort to hide his disbelief. somehow, takeomi had decided to send you in as the espionage operative while he was left as your backup.
⊹₊ 𐔌 BONTEN!SANZU — who couldn’t seem to settle his nerves, the glass of liquor in his hand long forgotten as his gaze remained fixed on you, paying no mind to anyone else in the room. he watched in silence as you sauntered toward the target with practiced confidence, an alluring smile effortlessly finding your lips. every laugh, every glance, every step you took made his grip on the glass tighten just a little more.
⊹₊ 𐔌 BONTEN!SANZU — who was shot to his feet the moment the target’s hand lingered on your waist for a second too long. whatever patience he had left snapped. before anyone could react, a gunshot echoed through the room. the target crumpled to the floor, blood pooling beneath him as the back of his head burst open. you barely had time to register what had happened before sanzu was already at your side, his furious gaze sweeping over you for injuries.
“What the hell were you thinking, idiot? Has your pea-sized brain finally been pecked clean by a fucking chicken?” your palm landed squarely against the pinkette’s chest, shoving him back until his shoulders met the wall. your eyes locked onto his in a hard glare, while he merely looked down at you, utterly unbothered, the corners of his lips tugged into a faint, displeased frown.
“What? We failed because of you!” you snapped. “I had everything under control. Takeomi only told you to step in if I was in danger. So why the hell did you interfere?!”
you spat the words out in frustration, every ounce of pent-up anger directed at the man in front of you. details aside, it had been an important mission — one neither of you could afford to fail.
“Are you seriously not going to say anything?!” your fist struck his chest with the outer edge of your hand, more out of frustration than an attempt to hurt him. sanzu didn’t do much as flinch. he simply stood, silent and unmoving, letting you vent every bit of your anger on him.
“T… this is why I hate you,” you mumbled, your voice wavering with frustration. you raised your hand to hit him again, but before your fist could land, his hand closed firmly around your wrist, stopping you mid-swing. the sudden grip made you jolt, your eyes snapping up to meet his.
“He pissed me off,” he said flatly, as if those words alone explained everything.
“That’s exactly the problem!” you shot back. “How could you let your personal feelings get in the way of a mission?!” a muscle in his jaw twitched. without breaking eye contact, his hand found your waist, drawing you a step closer before you could react. instinctively, you tried to pull away, but his grip held firm.
“How could I not?” he murmured, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. “When he held you this close.”
his gaze never left your face. for a brief moment, the anger in his eyes gave way to something quieter as he took in the blood streaking your cheek. with a rough exhale, he lifted a hand and brushed the blood away with his thumb, his touch unexpectedly careful.
he pushed you back another step until your shoulders brushed the wall. one hand remained firm on your waist while the other slid behind your head, gently gathering your hair away from your neck. leaning in, he rested his forehead near the crook of your neck, drawing in a slow breath. beneath the sharp scent of the target’s cologne and the metallic trace of blood, he found the familiar fragrance that was unmistakably yours.
his grip tightened almost imperceptibly. he, once again, repeated, words that are no longer spoken in anger alone, but with something far more personal beneath them;
“He pissed me off.”
⊹₊ 𐔌 BONTEN!RINDOU — the fact that he still had a girlfriend living a perfectly normal college life while he was neck-deep in the criminal underworld never failed to leave everyone in bonten in disbelief. somehow, against all odds, the two of you made it work.
⊹₊ 𐔌 BONTEN!RINDOU — who couldn’t help but sulk from the corner of the room, quietly watching as you sat absorbed in your laptop, chatting with one of your classmates. the moment a man’s voice came through the speakers, his ears practically perked up, his pout deepening as he narrowed his eyes at the screen.
⊹₊ 𐔌 BONTEN!RINDOU — who’d secretly run a background check on the guy, his brows knitting together the more he learned, growing increasingly displeased with every detail he uncovered. he’d spend the next few days insisting you cut him off, only for his mood to worsen when he came to pick you up from university and found you walking out of campus with the very same classmate — who he’d grown to hate with every fiber of his being — casually walking beside you as if nothing was wrong.
“You’re still keeping him around?!” rindou asked, doing his best to keep his voice down. he ran a hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to rein in his temper. when he looked at you again, you were still sitting on the bed, completely unfazed. leaning against your study desk, he stared at you in disbelief.
“He’s part of my circle,” you replied with an equally weary sigh. “I can’t just cut him off, you know?”
“Yeah, and I’m your boyfriend!” he shot back, his patience finally snapping. your brows furrowed, frustration bubbling to the surface. pushing yourself to your feet, you met his glare head-on. “And my friends aren’t people you can just can dispose of!” you fired back. “My life isn’t like your business, Rindou!”
the instant the words left your mouth, regret settled heavily in your chest. rindou’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he bit down on his lower lip, fighting to keep his emotions in check. the muscles flexing, his grip on the edge of the desk growing tighter as silence swallowed the room. you parted your lips, ready to apologize, but no words came. before you could force one out, he quietly crossed the room and gently guided you back onto the bed. then, without another word, he sank to his knees in front of you, resting his head against your lap as though the weight of everything had finally caught up to him.
“You’re right, baby. I’m sorry,” he apologized almost immediately, his hands gently rubbing soothing circles over your thighs. this was how the two of you had managed to last for so long. rindou never let his pride get in the way of making things right. whenever herealized he’d crossed a line, he was always the first to own up to it, apologize, and fix the problem before it had the chance to grow. Always so gentle and loving — only to you though.
“It’s not your fault,” he began softly. rising to his feet, he cupped your cheeks in both hands, towering over you. his frame blocked the light spilling through the room, casting a shadow over your face as he searched your eyes with unwavering resolve. “It’s his.”
“I shouldn’t have asked you to do anything,” he murmured, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. his thumb lingered against your cheek, his gaze softening in a way reserved only for you. “You only need to stay happy, pretty. All while loving me.”
a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips before it faded into something more resolute.
“I’ll take care of the dirty work.”
⊹₊ 𐔌 BONTEN!RAN — with a partner who owns both a salon and a fashion label, making you the only person he trusts with his image. from tailored suits for meetings to everyday outfits and even the way his hair should be styled, everything goes through you. one phone call is all it takes, and somehow, you always know exactly what he wants before he even says it. he’s far more dependent on you than he’d ever admit, completely convinced no one in the world has a better eye for fashion than you.
⊹₊ 𐔌 BONTEN!RAN — who immediately notices when your routine changes. the calls become shorter. you hang up without your usual goodbye kisses, then started turning him down whenever he asks you to stop by his office, claiming you’re fully booked with appointments.
⊹₊ 𐔌 BONTEN!RAN — who flips through the monthly reports from the men assigned to keep an eye on you, only to slam the folder shut in irritation. every page was missing the only thing he cared about — the identity of the client who’d been taking up all your time. for nearly a week, you’d been disappearing to the same address, staying until morning, all while refusing every invitation from him. in the end, he decides to find out himself, following you from a distance in his car.
⊹₊ 𐔌 BONTEN!RAN — whose patience finally snaps the moment you step out of the building wearing an oversized hoodie, shorts barely peeking beneath it, smiling brighter than he’d seen in days. beside you, stood a man nearly his height, impeccably dressed, with perfectly maintained hair — seeing you off. ran could feel his jaw tightened; at least your standards haven’t dropped. he sent you a text asking to meet. he watched you glance at your phone, lock the screen, then casually wave it off with an, “It’s nothing,” before continuing your conversation.
“Ran…?” you mumbled, panic surging as you stared at his knitted brows, his grip around your arms refusing to loosen. you’d only stepped out to buy groceries — the last thing you expected was for your boyfriend to pull you into a dark alley.
“I told you I was busy!” you blurted, recalling the countless messages he’d been sending, asking you to meet him. the words only seemed to set ran off. his brows twitched, his grip around your arm tightened.
“I’ve been calling,” his voice was quiet enough to make your stomach sink. you searched his face, being met with carefully restrained anger, the only crack in his composure being the tightness in his jaw.
“And you’ve been ignoring me on purpose.” he said, his voice eerily calm. the accusation hung heavier than a shout ever could, his gaze never once leaving yours.
“What have you been doing?” he asked quietly, not even giving you the chance to answer. when no words came, he tilted his head ever so slightly, his expression remaining unreadable.
“I asked you,” he repeated, his voice lower than before, each tone slower than the last; “What have you been doing?”
“I… I’ve been handling a client!” you blurted out. an attempt to lie. ran knew it the moment the words left your mouth. he’d been with you for years — long enough to recognize every tell. the way your eyes trembled, how your voice faltered, the guilt settling across your face as you instinctively looked away.
‘ah’, ran let the realization settle, his eyes lingering on your face for a long moment. he was not willing to let you go. he pressed a short peck on your lip, grabbing a hold of your wrist; yet, was abruptly halted when a ring of your phone was heard.
His gaze dropped to the phone in your hand, snatching it away — his eyes scanning the notification that had just lit up the screen.
cuz:: [What’s taking you so long? The suit fits perfectly. It’ll look good on him for sure. Bet Ran’s gonna love it.]
his eyes slowly lifted to meet yours. the tension that had clouded his expression melted away, replaced by the familiar, feline smile curling at the corners of his lips.
“…I knew it,” he murmured, handing your phone back. “You only love me.” his fingers found your hand instead, lifting it to place a gentle kiss against your knuckles. the familiar smile returned to his lips, softer now, the storm in his eyes finally settling.
“Let’s head home first,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Your cousin and the suit can wait.” his thumb brushed lightly over your hand.
“I’ll have to make sure you won’t think of ignoring me again.”
Idk if you do requests but i rly like your works (no pressure tho luv ya✌🏻) may i ask some fluffy bonten mikey going home to his preggy wife after a long day in bonten? Thank you🥹🥹
Home to You
SUMMARY : After dealing with a Bonten rat that tried to expose your wellbeing to the public eye, Mikey goes home to you.
🔞Warnings: violence & torture stuff (bonten!mikey hates traitors), fluff (on the last part), explicit sexual content, lactation, fingering, creampie, she/her pregnant reader.
AN: hi! thanks for requesting! I’m back once again lol sorry for inactivity, another anon also requested me to do nsfw w mikey so i just merged their requests bec im too lazy to write another dhddhrhhgr this is just pwp with 2.8k words idk. I hope this is okay lmaoo:))
“You may kill him now.”
“N-No, please. Mikey I beg your forgiveness! I promise it won’t happen again!”
The bloodied man bound to the chair struggles. He pleads for his life with hollowed eyes. He was imprisoned in one of Bonten's secret warehouses for several agonizing hours, having his fingernails removed, bones crushed, and sulfuric acid slowly dripped into his wounds.The bloodied man laments his dying life.
He was trying to get your picture. If he could just get his hands to photograph his boss's wife, a very hidden and confidential figure in Tokyo underworld, he and his pals could sell it to the public and get wealthy.
Getting the boss to let anyone but the highest-ranking Bonten officials see his wife, let alone take her picture, was a herculean and treacherous task in and of itself. Moreover, 'the wife' herself rarely left the house without at least three of Sano's most trusted guards following close behind.
Her own existence was treated as precious as the most prized and expensive piece of art in the world.
And while it was common knowledge that Mikey detested traitors more than anything else, his greatest fear was that someone would try to harm you and take you away from him when you were pregnant.
Sano Manjiro had been dubbed a variety of labels throughout his young life: tyrant, evil, savage; those terms have never failed to amuse him, and don't even get him started on the titles he's acquired; The Invincible Mikey as a teen, The Heartless King throughout his adolescence, as he and his gang dominated and conquered prefectures one by one with bloodshed and brutality. He was capable of crushing force much beyond his years, and then as time passed; murderous monster, cruel ruler, hollow-hearted motherfucker - that's the latest.
You had only gotten married the previous year and your pregnancy was a swift blessing afterward. No matter how many politicians, lawyers, journalists, and police stations Bonten had in their control, they still dared not take any chances in case more traitors tried to leak Bonten's private business, especially the pregnancy of their king's queen, and leak it to rival gangs which only puts your safety at risk.
After a long day of executions, Mikey heads out to his waiting car and heads home for the night. Even though it was late, he knew you would be waiting up for him to get home, just like you did every day.
You were fast asleep on the porch swing when he pulled up in his expensive car, just as he had anticipated. A blanket covered your pregnant belly as you rested your head in Kakucho's lap.
Kakucho becomes alerted to the presence of his boss but hesitates to move so as not to wake you from your nap on his lap. Mikey had already put his most trusted executives in place to protect you from the nasty traitors who were selling information on you, before he found out that they were doing so.
Mikey sighs at the sight of you.
“I told you to sleep inside.” He reaches out and gently runs a hand across your forehead, knowing full well that you would do this, but still touched by your concern.
He picks you up as gently as he can, dismissing Bonten’s Number 3 along the way and carries you all the way to your bedroom so you can sleep there instead.
You lay still on your bed, eyes closed, lashes fluttering down your cheeks; Mikey worries that you've fallen into a deep sleep from which there is no awakening. He frowns at his childish thoughts before he leans forward and tenderly kisses you to wake you up. You make a soft gasping noise, then reaches out a hand which Mikey takes hold of so he can entwine your fingers together; pressing light kisses against your forehead and eyelids.
Mikey sighs again and starts running a finger over the hollow at the base of your throat, overcome by a familiar sense of ownership but also of obligation; the woman before him is entirely under his power, his command.
You, his wife, are not only his to do with as he pleases in terms of control and manipulation, but also his responsibility to nurture, safeguard, and care for.
Then, with a strong surge of protective compassion, he pulls you closer to him and presses his lips against your forehead. You sigh contentedly and relax into his touch, your eyes fluttering open in a sleepy gaze of appreciation.
Unlike last week, when you announced suddenly wanting to have dorayaki, only to reveal at the last minute that what you really want is pizza, this seems to be one of the rare times when your hormones and weird appetites haven't made you uncomfortable.
A gentle touch to the side of his cheek pulls him back, and he responds to your quiet coo with a rumbling rumble of comfort. When he does, he stoops to run his nose along your neck. You squeal with joy as you snuggle up to him. Your hands went up and got caught in Mikey's silver hair, dragging him closer to you, "Oh, welcome home, Manjiro," you mumbled as your hands moved up to cup Mikey's face.
“I’m home.” In response, he gently pecked you on the cheek until the kiss melted into something more passionate. Mikey's fingertips slid over your warm skin and gently tugged at the loose garments that covered your body.
A gasp escapes you into Mikey's mouth as the buttons on your shirt come undone one by one and the garment is discarded over to the side of the bed.
You let out a hot moan as his one hand rested on your right breast, pinching your swollen nipple. A moan escaped your lips, and you flushed, peering up at Mikey through your eyelashes as he smiled.
Mikey bent down and pinched your nipple again. He sucked viciously on one nipple while pulling with the other, leaving soft bite marks along your flesh. Your body's immediate reaction to your husband was almost too embarrassing to bear.
Mikey kept on sucking your tit, and with one especially forceful sucking, a rush of warm liquid washed into his eager mouth. Smooth and creamy.
Your breasts grew larger and more beautiful and softer than Mikey could have imagined as your pregnancy progressed. He was prepared for physical changes to your body during pregnancy and had researched every possible outcome extensively, yet he was still completely taken aback when you began lactating.
He suckled and lapped at the milk from your breasts until you cum. He makes a contented little noise in the back of his throat as he gulps down your breast milk.
“Fuck, Manjiro,” You cry and writhe under him, getting your fingers tangled in Mikey's hair. He keeps sucking on your nipple, filling his mouth with sweet milk in short bursts. He gulps down as much milk as he can by squeezing your breasts with his bare hand.
“So sweet,” Mikey pulls away enough to mumble and goes straight back to sucking immediately afterward.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you beg, “Please, Manjiro. I want you inside of me now.”
Mikey didn't need to be told twice. He sat up a little and reached down to pull your panties off fully, leaving you naked for him to see. He spread your legs out, bent them at the knees, and put them on the bed.
You recoiled as his finger traced over your clit, and your hips buckled on their own. For a while, Mikey torments you in this manner, simply circling your clit over and over again until you feel desperate enough to start crying.
“Please,” you beg, and you finally get your wish when he starts to push his finger in.
“Ah!” You screamed, arched your back as Mikey's finger slid in. You rolled your hips in time with your husband's, and before you knew it, Mikey had inserted his second finger.
Once Mikey is two fingers deep, he waits, lazily lapping at your nipple until you’re scrabbling at him, desperate for more.
He begins to work you open, the glide easy with all the copious amount of slick you are producing. He pumps his fingers in and out, his pace gentle and teasingly stroking against your g-spot.
“O-oh!” You groan as you gyrate your hips to get a better angle to spear yourself with his talented fingers. “Manjiro, it feels s-so good. More, please.”
Mikey fingers you farther while grinning and kissing your hips. He maintains a relentless pace, increasing the pleasure with each each thrust that brushes against your g-spot. At last, you've had enough of his tormenting. You need his cock.
“Manjiro, p-please,” you beg, rolling your hips frantically on Mikey’s fingers, impatient for more. “I’m r-ready. Please.”
Mikey's dark eyes narrow as he studies you intently before he lets out a hum and draws his fingers away, earning you a discontented whine at the sudden emptiness. You gaped at him as he brought his wet fingers to his lips. Mikey looks directly at you as he starts licking off the slick, causing you to squeal in embarrassment. As if he wasn’t suckling on your breast milk only moments ago.
Mikey looks at the surprise on your face and laughs before leaning in for a brief kiss. “So cute,” he murmurs before sitting back up. “Are you ready?”
In agreement, you open your legs wider as Mikey carefully nestles in between you, taking care not to put much pressure on your swollen stomach.
Mikey presses the tip of his cock against your wet entrance and rubs beads of precum along the folds of your hole before sinking in. The contact burned, but in a deliciously mind-blowing way. Mikey's cock was wrapped in a warm, tight heat, and his fingers quickly found purchase on your soft hips and gripped them like his lifeline. You tighten up around him, and Mikey could feel every flutter of your inner walls as you clenched.
Your body was so soft, smooth, and warm, and Mikey stayed still against you, enjoying the way you moved around him. The Bonten king went deeper inside, and each small push made your legs tremble and spread apart. Finally, Mikey was pressed to the hilt, his balls firmly against your ass.
You stared up at him, eyes glazed over with lust. “Fuck me, Manjiro.”
Mikey closed his eyes for a second because his sweet wife made him feel like he couldn't do anything else. He moved unconsciously, and when he did, you groaned. Mikey shifted again, harder this time, his cock practically stuffing itself inside you.
When you uttered a breathless groan, Mikey knew he had hit your sweet spot. He massaged his cock slowly against it, his cock twitching at the rhythm you provided. Your legs trembled around him as you mewled Mikey's name and whimpered with every prod.
Mikey was taken aback when you began circling your hips and grinding back against his cock, your hips faltering every time his cock reached that sweet area inside that made you nearly pass out.
He shifts and gets a better, deeper angle and then he’s fucking up into you, right into the mouth of your womb.
Mikey fucked into you even more despite the trembling and quaking in your thighs from pleasure and weariness. You pleaded for a kiss with your legs spread as wide as possible. The angle was a little awkward with your swollen belly in the way, but you already had your tongue out and waiting. Mikey leaned in close and grabbed you without delay, sloppily giving you open-mouthed kisses as he thrusts.
As he pulled away from the kiss, Mikey buried his face in your neck and moaned softly at your scent. You continued to quake in his presence as he kissed on some of his markings on your neck, gently biting at the flesh, and he felt your walls tighten around his cock as you squirmed under him.
The pleasure was too intense. The anticipation was palpable; you wanted it to end so badly, but you also didn't want it to. You had only just begun, but it felt like too much already. You were completely overwhelmed.
Mikey kept going at the same, excruciatingly slow rate. He embraced you by placing his right arm around you. Mikey couldn’t get enough of you.
Nothing you did to one other, not even the most passionate thrusts, kisses, moans, and groans, could express the depth of your love for one another. In spite of the fact that you expressed your affection for one another on a daily basis, today was the first time you truly felt it.
You gently yanked on Mikey's hair, eliciting a muffled sigh from him. Mikey raised his head and smiled slightly at you. You could feel your toes curling at Mikey's gorgeous smile, which he solely flashed you. Nobody else had ever seen Mikey's soft side.
Mikey raised his left hand to sweep the hair away from your damp brow. He held his hand there and kissed your lips gently. You kept kissing each other on the lips.
And you were close. You could feel it.
“Manjiro“ you moaned as you attempted to lift yourself up from the bed. “Lift me up please.” You extended your arms in front of you. Mikey nodded and drew his arms beneath you, being cautious not to put pressure on your stomach.
Mikey sat on his knees, not faltering in his thrusts.
“A-Ah yes just like that !” You cocked your head. This angle provided unparalleled pleasure. You were relieved that Mikey was strong enough to support you in this way. You placed your hand between your bodies and began rubbing your clit. “God, Manjiro, I’m so close.”
“Me too.” Mikey puffs as he flies in with a harder, faster thrust than previously. “Baby,” he breathed, “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.“
Mikey gasped and continued thrusting. He hid his head in the crook of your neck again. His fingers dug into the bottom of your thighs. “You feel amazing,” Mikey grunted.
You kept on rubbing your clit as you slid your free arm closer to Mikey's head and leaned closer to let him hear your moans.
“Fuck – I’m gonna cum,” Mikey warned. When he started to pull out, you whined and clung to his back, wrapping your legs around his.
“Manjiro I want it inside, wanna feel all of it.” You admitted.
It was all too overwhelming. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. It was as if all of your senses had disappeared except for his touch – you couldn’t hear or see anything as you reveled in pleasure.
You didn't know if you were still moaning or not. All you could think about was how good it felt to be with Mikey, and that was enough to send you over the edge.
You let out a loud squeal as you came hard. As your orgasm went on, you continued to shake. You stared into space as the waves of your intense orgasm made your body shiver. It was so, so much. Your body twitched, your legs shook, and your toes curled.
Mikey could tell that you were tightening your grip on his cock.
With a low grunt, he slowed down to a stop and came inside. You can feel the jerking throb of his cock inside you. The wet squelch of your walls sucking his cum in deeper, pulling it into your already heavy womb. He grind his hips into you, pressing his spend deeper and deeper as held you, almost in a death grip, not wanting to let go of you. His knees started to shake, and he started to thrust a little bit to ride out his orgasm.
And then silence. Your groans are stopping. You were still shaking when Mikey held you.
He finally put you back on the bed with care, and you whimpered as you fell back. Mikey slowly pulled away as he watched his seed slowly come out of you.
“I love you so much,” Mikey whispered into your ear.
You sighed and took a deep breath, “I love you too, Manjiro.”
Once you’re both settled under the covers you let out a loud yawn.
“Okay, I’m so tired now,” you said slowly. You could feel Mikey's smile on your shoulder and your husband's warm hands moving around on your swollen stomach, where you could feel your baby’s lively kicks, “She’s angry. Think we woke her–.”
“Yeah, we definitely woke her.” He chuckles softly.
Sleep was finally taking you again. Even though you couldn't be sure, you heard somewhere in the midst of his quiet voice whispering to your stomach and his gentle kisses on your neck, the words "love" and "you" and other sweet nothings stuff.
SugarDaddy! Manjiro, who insists you stay for meetings when Bonten members are gathered to discuss their next mission.
SugarDaddy! Manjiro, who demands your attention 24/7, and forbids anyone from even looking your way, unless absolutely necessary. Not even a spare glance in your direction or he won’t be happy. Sanzu learned his lesson once before.
Manjiro, when focused on his work, tosses his wallet that holds his black card to you, without even a glance back. “Treat yourself to something pretty tonight.”
Sugar Daddy! Manjiro, who, once he sees you in your newly bought outfit to please him, motions you over towards him. It wouldn’t even matter if the other members were in the room. He’d sit you right in his lap and hold a firm grip.
SugarDaddy! Manjiro, who just can’t keep his hands to himself. Wandering them all over your body, his lips pecking kisses over your neck, completely disregarding the members who try to get his attention without focusing on you. Not like they can leave without his permission, after all.
Manjiro, who ends up going too far and pulling off your clothes, each little hum and whimper that escapes you becoming music to his ears. It causes the other members to twitch as they forcefully turn away and swallow, hearing Mikey’s belt buckle loosen itself and soon enough, a soft mewl coming from the leader’s new little pet.
Manjiro, who spends the next hour bending you over the table, claiming you without a care in the world as the members are forced to listen to your whimpers and moans of pleasure filling the room.
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A/N : it’s 2:00 am. I don’t usually sleep until 4. I have class in the morning.
anyways lowkey having sugar daddy thoughts so maybe continue w SugarDaddy! tr boys but idk. I hope you enjoyed my first piece since I came back!! Also I hate doing tags bc it’s been so long i don’t remember what my specific tags were 💀
Being a girlfriend to the most dangerous criminals in japan was something you never saw yourself becoming. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it. They gave you everything your heart could desire. Clothes, Jewelry, Food.
All they wanted in return was to fuck you dumb and make sure you're full of their cum. Anytime they'd come home with a gift for you, they'd have you crying on their cock for hours. It was everyone's favorite thing to do, Watching you cry about how it's too much one minute then begging for more another moment later.
Rindou and Mikey were the meanest. Bullying their cocks inside you while calling you a little slut for them. Hands holding you down against the surface they bent you over, eyes watching your ass jiggle with each thrust.
Ran and Mochi were the sweetest. Soft kisses placed against the bite marks, hickies, and brusies that were littered along your body. They'd draw you a relaxing bath and wash your hair and body.
Kokonoi and kakucho adore spoiling you the most. The way your face will light up, practically bouncing with joy when they surprise you. They love to surprise you with boxes upon boxes of your favorite snacks and sweets when you've had a bad day
Sanzu being the maniac he is loves when you'll ask him to kill someone because they looked at you wrong. You'll say it so sweetly, lips curving into the small smirk as you sit down onto his lip letting your boots press up against his chest. If he's feeling nice he'd gladly send you videos of it
are we really surprised he's here? man just wants your attention. all. the. damn. time. so if you ever have to leave his side? mikey sticks his head around the corner, the question popping out before you can even get your shoes on. and yes, it inevitably means that you're late to whatever you were going to do—now too preoccupied with bouncing on mikey's cock. and you can best believe that he's cumming inside, marking his territory so to speak. secretly loving that you'll have him leaking out of you all evening.
your friends hate it—the tardiness, being late all the time.
the marks on your neck tell them exactly what—or rather who—held you up. (you'll tell them all the naughty details over cocktails, giggling like teenagers again.) not that you care, showing up thirty minutes late, dropped off by the menace himself, planting one final kiss on your grinning face.
☆ shinichiro
maybe it's a genetic thing? or mikey learned it from the source. a full blown ten stage clinger! any hopes for 'escaping' without this beanpole flashing those damn boba eyes at you are fruitless. a hopeless endeavor. shin will beg, like sat on the floor, gangly legs wrapped around yours, preventing you from leaving until you cave—you just like that he gets so desperate for you.
eventually by the end of it you're slumped, drained and melting into the surface of wherever y'all were doing the nasty. draped over the kitchen counter? yea, that has happened. half off the bed? your neck was sore for daaaays after. face down in the carpet? ugly rug burn on the side of your face.
it means that you don't leave. immobilized. which is exactly what this freak wanted.
☆ hanma
a baby. will pull out a bottle of fake tears, in front of you, then proceed to sniffle and pout to get his way. and you know what? it works. like a charm. this man learned early into your relationship that you fall for his puppy dog eyes—he has been abusing that knowledge for years!
hanma can't help himself, you get all dolled up for girl's night and expect him to behave? when you're dressed like this? looking like every single one of his fantasies come to life before his very eyes. absolutely not. he needs to show you, drill it into you, how beautiful he finds you. to make sure that you're satisfied.
call it an insurance policy. his version of one. you won't cheat if you cum three times—or more—before leaving the house. because no damn hook-up would take better care of you than him. (not that you were going to, but it eases his mind nonetheless.)
