mafia au/nonpyrokenitic au
you lock the door behind your last customers, heading to a storage closet to grab your cleaning supplies.
you quietly hum as you sweep the floor of your restaurant, smiling as you look up at the framed photo of your father proudly on display in the main dining room.
it'd been you and your fathers dream to own a restaurant and run the place together. and, you'd finally opened the small shop for business.
unfortunately, a cancer diagnosis had taken your father from you before he was able to see you two's goal come to fruition.
you shake away your thoughts as you continue your cleaning, smiling as you admire your handiwork.
a rustling near the front of the store makes you perk up, senses sharpening.
you quietly make your way to the bar counter top, reaching into a compartment underneath the register to grab the dagger kept there.
the glass of the front window shatters, two masked figures barreling into the restaurant. one of them approaches you, holding an open cloth sack in one hand and pointing a gun at you with the other.
"cash and anything else ya got in the bag, doll."
"i don't think so, doll. get the fuck out." you snarl, surprising the robbers.
"listen, we don't wanna have to hurt ya princess, but if you-"
more commotion from the front cuts him off, your eyes widening as both men are knocked down in an instant, a large figure moving in flashes.
"you two must have a death wish or something." he stares down at them with boredom, the bottom of his shoe continuously putting pressure on one of the robber's chest.
"no, we just, i-i-i'm sorry-"
"i-i-i, you should've thought about that before you fucked with a lady!" he stomps down onto one of them, the sound of bones cracking ringing out with cries of agony.
he looks over at you, his vermillion eyes slightly obstructed by his bangs falling across his face.
you'd heard a lot about the "crimson moon" from your father before he passed, slowly becoming one of the most well known shadow figures in your community.
your father was a very powerful crime boss, but that never stopped him from being an amazing parent. you never know wanted or needed for anything, and he was always present, supportive, and unconditionally loving your entire life. sure, the family business wasn't the most ethical thing on earth, but why get caught up in details?
"you wanna let me borrow that, pretty?"
you blink slowly as he holds out his hand, the sheer size of his palm astounding you.
you wordlessly drop the dagger into his hand, watching intently as he tosses it up in the air and catches it by the handle, nodding in satisfaction before driving the blade across the throat of one of the men that broke in. his partner stumbles as he tries to get up, making the larger man scoff.
"you break in, but don't wanna deal with the consequences? pathetic." he snatches the back of the robber's collar, pulling him towards him and repeatedly punching his face. you quietly gasp as blood begins to splatter up his arms and onto his face, not phasing him in the slightest.
after he's sure both men aren't breathing and one of them is unrecognizable at the wrath of his fists, he stands and stretches, groaning at the soreness in his arms.
your voice makes him slightly jump, not used to having someone watch him work.
you cautiously approach him with a rag in hand, bringing it to the front of his shirt and gently scrubbing.
"i've got some peroxide upstairs, it should get this out."
he finally lets out a lazy smile, flustering you as he looks down at you.
"you're a cute little thing, aren't 'cha?"
your face instantly heats, looking anywhere but his gaze as you continue to scrub at the bloodstains on his button down.
you lead him up to the apartment above the restaurant, sitting him on your bed. since the large estate your father had left you was a bit of a drive from the restaurant, you kept the apartment upstairs to yourself, for nights when time got away from you and you didn't feel like making the drive home.
he looks around, smiling softly as he notices the anxiousness in your motions.
"what's your name?" you don't look up from your bathroom sink, soaking a few pieces of gauze and some rags with peroxide.
"you'd really let a stranger who just committed two murders in your dining room sit in your bedroom? you've gotta know my name, honey."
"no, your name. i know your birth certificate doesn't say 'crimson moon,' and i didn't even know you were real until today."
"as much as your dad spoke with me, i'm surprised you didn't know."
"you talked to him?" your voice cracks, eyes going wide at the mention of your father.
"he wanted to make sure you had good protection for the place, since it meant so much to the both of you. that's how i saw those two downstairs, i was just walking by to get familiar with the route."
you can't help but smile, realizing why your father had talked about a 'crimson moon' often before his passing.
you begin to scrub at the bloodstain, peroxide fizzing against the fabric. he runs a hand up the back of your thigh, making you let out a quiet gasp.
"shinmon benimaru. but, i'm not much for the formalities."
"nice to meet you, benimaru. i'm (y/n)."
his half-lidded eyes carefully follow your movements, watching you attempt to steal glances at his face without being noticed.
he surprises you by pulling you into his lap, straddling him and running his hands along your sides. you shyly smile, covering your hand with your sleeve and gently wiping away the blood splatters from his face. you grow comfortable quickly, finding peace in his hands going from your back to your hips and thighs.
"can i toss this in the wash?" you lightly tug on his shirt, growing almost dizzy as he unbuttons the top and shrugs his defined shoulders from the garment. him shedding his button down leaves him in a white tank and his black slacks, the definition and muscle in his arms making you damn near drool at the sight.
he watches your silhouette closely as you disappear down the hallway, putting the shirt in your washing machine and beginning the cycle.
"i'll have someone come in the morning to fix the broken glass at the front. and i'll get those two out of your dining room before then."
"i'll take care of them." you wave your hand dismissively, already having messaged one of your uncles who would take care of it in the early hours of the morning. he grins, his eyes raking up and down your body brewing butterflies low in your stomach.
"well, i should get going. i've gotta leave for a job out of town in the morning, but i'll be back in a few days." you nod, trying to hide your dismay that he's leaving. you walk him downstairs, fiddling with your fingers nervously.
"thanks for the hospitality, sweetheart. i look forward to seeing you again."
"thank you again, for saving me."
he hesitates, making you raise an eyebrow.
"can i kiss you goodbye?" you nod, knowing your face is burning with a blush. he envelopes you in his strong arms, pulling you against him and craning his face down to meet yours. his kisses are soft but demanding, making you melt into his touch.
he slightly pulls away, planting a kiss on your cheek before turning towards the door.
"have a nice night, (y/n)."
five days go by before you see him again. you're amazed at how concerned you are about the well-being of someone you'd just met. but you just can't seem to get him off your mind.
it's dark out, raindrops patting against your window rhythmically. music plays lowly from the speaker near the bar as you sweep the floors, almost done with your closing tasks for the night.
a few knocks on the glass of the front door instantly put you on defense, reaching for your knife.
"it's just me, (y/n)." his deep voice is muffled behind the glass, making you gasp as you rush to unlock the door.
"beni!" his eyes widen as you throw yourself against him in a hug, only hesitating for a moment before he wraps you in a warm embrace, unable to wipe the grin from his face.
"you're soaked, did you walk here?! come in!" you pull him into your dining room, worriedly examining his hoodie and sweatpants covered in rainwater.
"came straight from the job, just like i said."
you saw him at least 5 nights a week after that. thankfully, it wasn't because he had to defend you from anyone. but he insisted on coming by when he wasn't on a job just to be sure nobody would mess with you. and after probably a million offers from you, he brought his work laundry with him some nights, grumbling about how you were 'the only one who could get his shirts spotless.' it'd be a lie to say you didn't enjoy his company, and even though you knew how to defend yourself well, you felt the safest around him. and, while you knew your father didn't hire him with the intent of you two being romantically involved, you couldn't deny your infatuation with benimaru.
you were in the very back of the restaurant looking for some extra cleaning rags when you hear three rhythmic knocks on the glass, you two's code for when he arrived to see you. of course, you had his phone number should you ever need to call him in an emergency. but you both enjoyed him surprising you with his arrival much more than a text ahead of time.
you cheerily open the door, your smile dropping at the sight of him. he's covered in blood, chest heaving with uneven breaths and sweat soaking his hair. you quickly pull him in, locking the door behind him and taking the rag in your hand to his shirt.
"is this yours?" you nod, referring to the bloodstains all over him.
he shakes his head, which makes you raise an eyebrow, encouraging him to explain.
"saw someone lurking around, trying to find a way in. nabbed the fucker before he could come bother you." he inhales deeply, still catching his breath. your eyes widen, admiration swelling in your chest. you gently take his hand in yours, examining his split knuckles.
he nods, surprised by the look in your eyes as you picture what happened.
"i wish i could've seen it."
"you want me to bring them in next time? show you how bad i'll fuck them up for you?" he caresses the side of your face, bringing your eyes to meet his. all you can do is nod, the thick tension between the two of you making your head spin.
you lead him upstairs, grabbing your usual supplies from your bathroom and some clothes he'd left before out of a drawer for him.
he pulls you to straddle him, settling you on his lap as you gently wipe the bloodstains off of his face. he always found himself able to relax the most after a long day in this position with you, sighing contently as his eyes fluttered closed. your eyes are slightly narrowed with focus, feeling a chill run up your body as one of his hands reaches under your shirt to pull you tighter against him.
"feels good." his voice is barely above a whisper, making you smile at his sudden shyness. you could tell it was tough for him to be vulnerable, and you were honored for him to open up to you, even if it was the little things.
you clean the stains from his face and neck, reaching for the buttons of his shirt next. he watches you carefully, eyes shining with admiration at the amount of care you put into such a small task.
he frowns as you rise from his lap, shirt in hand as you head for the laundry room. he follows closely behind, making you let out a chuckle as he wraps his arms around your waist and leans into you while you pour detergent into the washer. you gently drag your nails across his forearm, the sensation pricking goosebumps on his skin.
as soon as you close the washer door, he spins you around by your hips, picking you up to wrap your legs around his waist and placing needy kisses down your neck. it wasn't anywhere close to the first time he'd kissed you, but it never failed to leave you breathless every time.
he carried you back into your bedroom, laying you on your back and bringing his face to yours to kiss you hungrily. he had a way of being so careful and gentle when being affectionate with you, which drove you absolutely wild.
you tug at the hem of his tank, urging him to take it off. your actions are needy, desperate almost, and he loves it.
"what?" he gives you a coy look, knowing exactly what you want.
"off." you mumble, growing shy under his gaze.
"i can't hear you, angel."
"i wouldn't start begging yet, we're just getting started." your eyes go wide, feeling your stomach drop as he pulls at the back of his tank top, putting his toned upper body on full display.
he makes quick work of undressing you, leaving you shrinking under his gaze in your bra and underwear. your eyes trail down his body left in just his boxers, gulping when you see his length beginning to show through the fabric.
"don't hide from me now. you're beautiful, let me see you." he takes both your wrists in one hand, gently pinning them above your head and gazing at your body as his eyes darken.
you loop your arms around his neck as you pull him down to kiss you again, desperate for more. he moves from kissing your lips to your jawline, taking his time and finding the spots that elicit the most reaction from you.
"you're okay with this?" his voice is low, not moving from the spot above your collarbone where he's gently leaving a lovebite. all you can do is nod, unable to formulate a proper sentence.
he slightly pulls away, gently grabbing your chin and effectively making you look him in the eye.
"i need to hear you say it."
who wouldâve thought consent would be this attractive?
"it's more than okay, beni, please."
the smile that spreads across his face makes you thankful that you're already laying down, because you surely would've been weak in the knees had you been standing.
he reaches around to your back, unclipping the clasp of your bra and tossing it aside. he takes his time kissing all over your newly exposed skin, enjoying your obvious impatience with him.
he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, making your back arc as he works his tongue. he loops a hand under your waist and pulls you impossibly closer to him, his other hand trailing towards your clothed center. when he pulls away, your eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he just gives you a sly wink as he reaches towards the side of your bed.
he goes into the pocket of his pants from their spot pooled on the floor, producing a switchblade. the metal of the blade glints in the low light of your room, benimaru's eyes nearly glowing with anticipation.
he cuts away the seam of your panties on both hips, making you shoot him a look as those were some of your favorites.
"i'll buy you ten more, those were in my way."
he pulls you to the edge of your bed, kneeling in front of you and situating himself between your legs. he gently bites down on the inside of your thigh, grinning as he feels you squirm.
"you doinâ okay, angel?"
âiâll be doing much better when you stop fucking teasing.â
âcareful what you wish for.â
within seconds, youâre unable to formulate any words, quiet whimpers spilling from you as he kitten licks through your center, swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking lightly.
your hands find their way into his hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp only egging him on.
he reaches up to your chest, fondling your nipples in both hands as he continues, determined to make you even louder.
âb-beni, fuck, oh my god.â
he hums in satisfaction, peeking up at you through his long eyelashes without stopping. the vibrations being sent up your body paired with the nearly feral look in his eyes is almost enough to make you cum on the spot
he moves one hand down to your center, making you let out a moan as he adds two fingers inside you. within minutes, you feel yourself growing close, teetering on the edge of release.
he knows. he can hear your voice getting higher pitched, feel your hips bucking against him and your nails digging into his shoulders.
and he keeps working his tongue on you even as youâre whimpering in pleasure, your release soaking his face and dribbling onto his chin, letting you ride out your orgasm as long as possible.
you lift your head from your pillow, trying to catch your breath as you look down at a grinning benimaru.
âcome here, taste yourself.â he perches himself above you, gently toying with your clit as he kisses you. he feels himself twitch as you struggle to kiss him back, loving watching you come completely undone at his hands.
you reach for the band of his boxers in an effort to return the favor, furrowing your eyebrows when he bats your hand away.
âanother time. making you feel good is all i need.â
he gently pushes one of your knees closer to your chest, running his length through your folds and pressing his tip against your clit, making your jaw drop open as you loop your arms over his broad shoulders.
âyouâre soaked, pretty. whoâs this for?â
âfor you.â youâre struggling to keep your eyes open, still sensitive from a few minutes ago.
âjust for me?â you nod, whimpering as he rolls his hips against you.
âonly for you.â your hands find the sides of his face, watching as his eyes darken at your words.
he slowly pushes into you, stopping halfway and hanging his head as his confident demeanor begins to falter.
âdonât be shy, i-i wanna hear you.â youâre barely able to speak, adjusting to his size making you nearly see stars.
he lets out a groan as he bottoms out, his grip on your thigh tightening as he buries his face in your neck. youâre a moaning mess beneath him, every movement from him only pleasuring him more.
slow, careful thrusts turn quick and needy, benimaru almost annoyed with you at how quickly youâve made him close.
he reaches down to your clit, rubbing small circles as he kisses, licks, and sucks all over your breasts, leaving marks as he goes.
âb-beni, sâtoo much.â
âyou can take it.â your eyes widen realizing his telling, not asking.
a lump forms in your throat, making you blink back tears pricking your eyes from overstimulation. he smirks, watching you try to do whatever you can so that those tears donât fall.
in one move, he flips you both over, leaning against your headboard as you sink down onto him.
he firmly grips your hips, guiding them up and down before you begin to move on your own accord.
âwhy the tears, angel?â he finds your clit again, making your hips falter.
âyouâre so big, i-â
âall i did was ask you a question, i didnât tell you to stop.â he brings one hand down on your ass, the slap ringing out against the walls of your room. you squeeze your eyes shut, a tear rolling down your cheek.
âdonât be shy, let me see all those pretty tears.â
the adorable look of confusion on your face makes him smirk, running his hands up and down your sides.
âgo ahead, cry for me.â
before you have a chance to respond, he rolls his hips into you, making you cry out at the depth of the spot he reaches.
your room fills with the sounds of skin meeting skin, your moans and the occasional groan from benimaru.
heâs trying so hard to draw this out, to make you feel good for as long as he possibly can. but damn if he can hold on any longer.
he buries his face against your chest, peppering you with open-mouth kisses as he lets out a whine.
you nod, knowing you are too.
âplease cum for me, angel.â
and thatâs all it takes. he hastily pulls out of you, locking his arms around your waist and pulling you against him as you both ride out your orgasms, the room silent other than you two catching your breath for a few moments.
you brush his damp hair out of his eyes, smiling sweetly as his cheeks tint pink. you never doubted that he would be amazing in bed, but you were surprised at how shy he was after.
you settle with your head on his bare chest, snuggling into his side and listening to his heart beat.
you slightly sit up, searching his features to see if heâs serious.
âlike, it wasnât too rough or anything, right?â he gently scratches up and down your back, gazing at you with concern.
âyou couldâve been rougher.â
now itâs his turn to make sure you arenât kidding, eyebrows furrowing together. you let out a giggle, finding his disbelief adorable.
âmaybe people should try to sneak in more often, if this is how youâre gonna thank me.â
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