I challenge you to write something about Kantou Manji Mikey and a bad bitch reader.
Would you take the challenge?
YES, YOUR MAJESTY
WARNING : 18+, MINORS DNI. Explicit smut, cursing, swearing, nicknames, violence, mention of murder.
Pairing : Yakuza's daughter! Reader x Kanto Manji! Mikey.
-" Stop fucking crying. "
The coldness of your voice made her startle in a sob, still with her funeral dress and hat on, her discreet mascara now staining her cheeks, she sat on the bed, shoulders trembling and looking at you aghast.
-" how can you say that ? How can you act as if nothing happened ?"
-" Unlike you, dear mother. I don't cry, I stab what made me sad." you strapped the knife under your garter belt, then adjusted the dark dress reaching at your mid-tight. A smile curled your red painted lips when you recalled how everyone at the funeral has been shocked by your inappropriate outfit.
-" there's nothing we can do about it " she mourned, looking at her hands on her lap. " He killed your dad, took down the empire".
You rolled your eyes, having your back still facing her. You decided to not let her negative vibes ruin your confident state.
-" Sano wanted the empire " you fixed your bloody red lipstick through the mirror of the vanity. " He's gonna get the queen as a bonus ".
Your mother wiped her tears and cursed, well, still with those good wifey words, and got up from the bed she was sitting on, making her way to where you were standing in front of the vanity.
-" come to your senses, silly girl ! " She put her hands on your bare shoulders, shaking you slightly. " He's gonna eat you alive !"
A smirk made its way past your lips, you turned toward her, face only inches away from that face somehow similar to yours, you uttered.
-" Great. You know the poison you gave birth to, mother. Gonna intoxicate him ".
Her face drained from hope, she let go of your shoulders and lowered her head, pain obvious on her beautiful face.
-" I don't wanna lose the last spark of this family. You're the heir, damn it ! "
Your hands found your mom's shoulders, steadying her shaking form and placing a furtive kiss on her forehead.
-" nothing's gonna happen to me" you reassured, looking her in the eyes. " I'm gonna run this nothing town, bring Sano Manjiro's heart on a silver plate ".
You already had it after all.
The way to Kanto Manji's hideouts was nothing you didn't already knew, your father's men following you closely, opening every door for the princess, shoving away every security guard who tried to stop you from reaching the meeting room.
Not even bothering to knock at the door, you grabbed the door handle and once inside, eleven pair of eyes landed on you. The one you recognized as Shion Madarame, who by luck- or misfortune was standing next to the door came to stop you.
-" whoa slow dow- "
In less than a second, he was on the floor, lying on his stomach, hand on his crotch that you had just hit with your heel.
A cry of pain left his mouth, followed by many curses as you simply walked on his back with your five inches high heels as if he was nothing but parquet, making few steps toward the huge table where all the members sat, dumbfounded.
-" what the fuck ?" Ran stood up, anger emanating from him and started making his way toward you and your men who just came through the door. You did the same, walking toward him, hand reaching his lips when he was near enough to steal the cigarette he didn't started to smoke, leaving him in owe.
You made your way to where he was previously sitting, right next to a man with a hairstyle that looked suspiciously like a zebra and sat down.
-" Thanks " you adressed the elder Haitani, who stayed up dumbfounded. " These stilettos might be pretty, still they hurt like a bitch. Isn't it, Shion-san ? "
The man who had just stood up gave you a dark look, followed by a whispered " bitch ". After seeing four of your father's men coming inside, Rindou, Ran, Shion, and Sanzu who just stood up pulled out their gun, ready for whatever order their boss would give them. That one just sat at the edge of the table, dark eyes stuck on you, while you threw your head back toward Rindou Haitani. He previously was standing up behind Ran's seat, and so now was standing behind you, his eyes studying your thin throat and plunge cleavage, feeling his pants tightening at the sight of your breasts slightly poking out and the smirk adorning your pretty lips.
Your eyes never left his, expectant, making him gulp down. He understood your message and looked at his boss for permission, that one nodded and quickly, Rindou pulled out his lighter and lighted the cigarette between your lips.
-" The daily dose of drama is here " Kokonoi rolled his eyes, you left Rindou's gaze and looked at that one, a bored look on your face. Your fingers reached your lips and pulled out the cigarette, Mikey watched as you exhaled the smoke out of your red-tinted lips, how it quickly blurred your pretty face before disappearing in the air.
Fuck, you were gorgeous, fatale, even. So much that you succeeded into getting him interested on something that wasn't fights or blood. Beautiful girls come and go between their bedsheets everyday, but you... You were the princess, after all.
-" I swear I don't love the drama. It loves me " you grinned at him, he rolled his eyes once again and then, all eyes were on Sano Manjiro, the boss, the one who took your father's life.
-" Pretty bold from you to come here. You dug your own grave, y'know ?" His relentless and dull voice echoed in the room, your father's men all stiffened, even his own men, but you appeared unmoved.
-" pardon, what was your fucking name again ?" You smiled and took another drag of the cigarette, the blond deadpanned, leaning against the back of his chair and intertwining his fingers together.
-" The one you've been screaming when my cock was splitting you in two ".
You quietly swallowed your saliva, trying to keep a straight face. He didn't smile, against all expectations, he said these words without flinching, his eyes empty on you. His men stood there in surprise, they knew how petty Mikey's words could be, but around you, it was a whole new story.
-" is it just me or the room got hotter ? "
-" Shut up you cheap Zayn Malik" you responded to Hanma who's smile grew wider, your eyes went back to your ex-boyfriend , throwing death glares that didn't shook him at all.
-" so I was your way of getting back at my father, really?" Your voice didn't expressed the slightest emotion, yet he knew you better than anyone , he could still feel the hurt that would never reach your lips.
-" why asking questions you already know the answer to, doll ?" This was Sanzu Haruchiyo, who had a devilish smirk on his face while standing up next to his boss' chair, you ignored his statement purposely, making him understand he had no say in the matter and turned your look back at Mikey.
-" Pretty coward move " you took off the cigarette and put it out on the expensive table, hearing a sigh you ignored falling from Kokonoi's lips. " Thought Kanto Manji's leader could do better than playing with a girl's heart ".
-" cut that shit out " his voice was sharper now, he was warning you. If you have been any other one, your body would be lying lifeless on the floor by now.
But that was the problem, you were not anyone.
You were you. The first girl he could and had called his girlfriend, the one who stayed, the one who accepted the rotten parts of him, the first one to confess she loved him, who gave him her heart, her virginity, her trust...
Sano Manjiro was a monster, a killer, a criminal, but he was not heartless. His heart, his love were exactly what put him through his endless darkness, therefore, he couldn't just kill the one who made his heart flutter again after years of numbness, as hard as he tried.
-" It's not my fault you were as stupid as to think I cared".
You gulped down, eyes quickly lowering to avoid his piercing gaze for a second.
He lied, did you know he lied ? You should know he lied, Manjiro believed you knew.
He didn't cared at first, you were nothing but a way to get to your father, a rich and powerful Yakuza. Kanto Manji was still a new formed gang, the strongest in Tokyo, yes, but could not be called as a crime organization either, not like your father's. So he used you, it was pretty easy to get to you, since he was twenty and you nineteen, being in your age range, pretending to be interested by you.
He started gaining your trust, and your father's, by the way. Your dad liked him, seeing in him a sort of young reflection of himself, everything was going well, too well. Your hands fit in his, too well. Your pussy squeezed him, too well. Your eyes weakened him, too well.
He wouldn't react to a notification from you by rolling his eyes, no more, he would wait for your call and gets frustrated everytime you didn't. He would like the way you knew when to leave him alone, and when to not, when to hold him at night and not wait until he does it first, because you didn't expected anything from him, didn't put any pressure on him to be someone he wasn't, and for the first time in ages, he felt really wanted.
He wasn't anymore the one so many people wanted to take down, his darkness wasn't chased down between your arms, it was cherished, it was tamed. And before he could understand what happened, he was knee deep in that unhealthy obsession toward you, but Kanto Manji came first,and he went by the initial plan and used you to get to your father, get informations from you, killed your father and conquered his empire.
-" I'll write these same words on your stone, Sano " you threatened with nothing in your eyes but hatred, he stared at your sirens eyes, suppressing the urge to take you here and now, in front of his men, he was crazy about that wild side of you.
You appeared all innocent and goody-goody at first, but he saw through it, how couldn't he ? He was no one but Sano Manjiro, and he swore to bring out that monster peeking out from your eyes, he did. He did see the twisted will in your doe-like eyes, the wicked behind your bright smile, and started corrupting you until he turned you into what you were today, bursting in his office, hitting one of his man and making almost all of their pants tighten with your attitude.
His baby...
-" Feel free to do so " he challenged, not the least intimidated by your threat. " Until you can finally kill me, let's talk business" .
His eyes darted on his men who were standing up, Ran gave him a nod, signaling that they were surrounding all the men who came with you.
-" With the death of your father, you should know that everything your family once owned is rightfully ours "
-" Rightfully?" You scoffed, ignoring his men's death glares because you dared interrupting the boss. " You stole it. There is nothing rightful about killing my-"
-" I own you".
The look on his eyes stole everyone's breath, it was that same one that had Tokyo's most dangerous gangsters shivering, the one that had you rubbing your thighs together and he knew it.
-" You, your money, your family business ".
Mikey stood up, much to his men surprise since he usually preferred to sit on meetings. He passed quietly, slowly, by Sanzu, Takeomi and Kakucho, came to the other end of the table where Kokonoi was sitting and walked around it.
Rindou immediately retreated and gave him some space to stand behind you, you shivered when his hands grazed your bare shoulders, gripping the back of the chair, and you couldn't see him but you knew he was leaning against your ear, his hot breath hitting your cheek and his enticing manly cologne filling your nostrils.
-" Lamb, You're standing between the wolves " his lips moved against your ear, you closed your eyes slightly, ignoring how every man in the room was drinking in the electricity between the two of you.
-" Ain't nobody tryna save ya, no one would try to take what's mine ".
He discreetly inhaled your perfume, drinking in the sight of your flushed face under him, how you were squeezing your thighs under the table, how your eyelashes fluttered quickly, not daring to look up at him even once.
He loved when your untamed side showed up, but God, when you behaved, he was a goner.
-" It's over now, princess. Daddy's not here to protect you anymore " you felt his hands touch your hair, his so familiar touch put it on one side of your neck. You were staring right in front of you, avoiding his men's eyes who were to say the least mesmerized by the sexual tension between their boss and his plaything.
-" Bend the knee, love ".
The nickname was whispered for only you to hear, and under the table, his hand reached for your thighs discreetly making its way under your dress, he almost buckled his hips against the chair when you abruptly closed your legs on his hand.
-" kneel down. Give your all to me, you won't leave me either way. Not alive."
Because even if he killed your father, even if he broke your heart and took advantage of your love, he...
God, he loved you. He tried to deny it, try putting in on your pretty irresistible looks, but your personality got him hooked. He made you his, he claimed you his and decided he would not let you go, he would not push you away just as he did for nearly everyone who he has loved, he would find a way, but eventually, he would keep you by his side.
It wasn't a matter of the gang anymore, nor about money or power. It was about being close to you, about waking up next to you and finding out that he slept a full seven hours for the first time in years, about your needy voice when you would be screaming his name. Every little thing about you had him coming for more everytime he decided he would put an end to it, you beat him at his own game.
Before his hand could reach your garter belt, you swallowed thickly, and with the help of your great reflexes, grabbed the knife strapped to your thigh.
No one understood anything, until you were done standing up and turning toward your ex boyfriend, until his men all grabbed their guns and pointed them at you and your men.
Chest against chest, lips almost grazing each other, he didn't even flinch when the knife found its place under his throat, the sharp edge slightly touching his neck. His eyes bore into yours, igniting wild flames inside your body, trying your best to not let your hand shake around the knife.
There you were, he got you where he wanted you, corrupted, sinful, stained by him, just how he always craved it to be.
As much as your father tried to keep you away from everything, only teaching you how to fight, Mikey ended up pulling you into this life because his darkness screamed for destruction, he craved having your pure soul dirty by his handprints, this way, you would never leave him.
Both of your eyes and Manjiro's peered at Sanzu when you heard him push off the safety of his gun and pointing it toward you , Mikey's pupils shrunk, his deep voice echoed in the room, silencing every one of his men.
-" do it and you're a dead man".
He didn't needed to add anything else, Sanzu pointed his gun at one of your men instead, scared to face his boss' wrath if he ever hurt you.
He knew, as his second, better than anyone how you seeped through every pore of his skin until you were coursing through his blood, Mikey simply trusted his good girl with his life, even when she threatened him with a knife to his throat.
By the time you turned to look back at Mikey, you felt a cold metal under your chin, right against your throat and gulped down, heart missing several beats. Your eyes met his dark one's, his stare was dull and empty, signaling you that he could do it anytime he wanted to. He avoided getting too caught in your eyes that started to get tinted by a slight fear, wanting nothing but to make you understand he would never do you wrong, well, if you behaved, at least.
-" Haitani ".
The latter looked at his boss and nodded, ready to receive any orders while his gun was pointed at one of your men who did the same toward Rindou.
-" Take care of the men. "
He knew what it meant.
Quickly knocking down one of them, Shion taking down the second one, and the others being quickly knocked down by Rindou and Sanzu, you watched bitterly as all of your father trusted men fell to the ground, not able to do much more than holding tightly on the knife on your hand.
-" Get rid of them, 'nd leave, all of you".
His men looked at him in awe, Sanzu's eyes widened and Kokonoi, who sat still since the beginning got up from his seat.
-" boss, one of us gotta stay, she's threate-"
" I said go. "
He didn't even needed to raise his voice, his relentless tone made the walls tremble, scaring every soul present there.
-" my bitch, my business. Princess is mine to tame".
They sure looked at each other suspiciously, but no one dared to say anything. Bowing, they all stormed out of the room, one by one until you heard the door closing and there was no more soul than you, and your lover.
Your knife to his throat, his gun to yours.
Pressed against each other, chest touching at every breathe you took, his knee slyly sliding between your thighs, discreetly.
He started moving, and so you did. You found yourself turning around each other, eyes never leaving the other's, a fire around you, another inside you, his eyes were an iceberg, yours a volcano, just by the way you were looking at him, pointing that sharp knife at his throat, he was hard.
The room seemed smaller now, the air lesser and lesser, feeling your blood literally boiling, but not from anger. His eyes would never leave yours while you two turned around each other as boxers ready to jump on each other's face.
-" Suck ."
His command fell to deaf ears, he slided the gun up your throat until your jaw, then placing it above your lips pulling your lower lip down with it. You shook your head, slightly pressing the knife harder on his throat.
-" I said suck. Suck it for your king. "
He used that same voice, the one that would send you to overdrive. You almost flinched when his thumb found your lower lip, parting them open to start pushing his gun inside your mouth.
What you didn't know was that he was completely into it, eyes stuck on your face that he found so beautiful.
You accepted to take the gun in between your lips, finally, letting him shove it until just the right depth to not cause you any harm or choking.
And Sano Manjiro has never been more turned on than that day where your pretty face and swollen reddened lips took his gun, you were a sin in disguise, your beautiful face, your perfect features and lips wrapped around his gun, his world, his madness.
-" that's my good girl" he praised and pulled out the gun from your mouth.
And as you were lost in his deep dark eyes, you noticed the men's noise was no more noticeable, surely making their way somewhere more private to " take care " of your father's men.
A smirk curled your lips slightly.
-" was it believable?"
If he would have been able, he would have smiled just as when he was a kid, that bright smile he always remembered around you.
-" so much that I wanted nothin' but to bend you over my desk and fuck you raw. In front of all my men ".
Your twisted grin widened.
-" would've let them see your baby's pussy, Manjiro ?"
You asked him with your fake innocent tone, bringing him over the edge. He let go of the gun, pushing it back in its holder before circling his hands around your hips, pulling you even closer than before.
-" would've blown their brain out after".
And he wasn't joking, since along with the feelings, he also started to get jealous. Everytime he would caught someone's gaze lingering a little too long on you, his blood would start boiling in his veins, his darkness screaming for blood and pain.
A chuckle leaves your lips, making his heart squeeze in his chest while he was unable to take his eyes away from your face as you did, eyes smoldered with mischief, cheeks faintly red, you were everything that kept him grounded, his strength and his weakness.
You were, what it would've took to bring him down, his Achilles heel.
-" you mad king " you teased, sliding the knife down on his collar and smiling at him lovingly, letting your lips linger near his without ever touching them.
-" Am I ?" Tilting his head, his eyes studied you, a threatening glare you should have flinched to, instead, you just cut the first button of his shirt, eyes never leaving his.
-" Mad king." You repeated, his hands around your waist easily lifted you, earning a gasp from your lips.
-" Betrayed your father for a mad king ?"
With you still on his arms like you weighted nothing, he walked toward the table and sat you on it, you parted your legs so he could stand between them.
His hands found your back, teasingly flying above the zipper of your dress, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer.
-" I did something bad ".
Your voice echoed in his head, that good girl tone sending shivers down his spine. He needed you , and you needed him just as much as he did.
And in no time, you found yourself bare in front of him for the umpteenth time, giving yourself to the man who killed your father.
The man you helped to kill your father.
Mikey threw his head back, feeling the knot in his balls tightening from how tight you were squeezing him, his hands were holding your hips so tightly he had no doubt it would bruise, but he loved it, staining you.
-" what would daddy think , if he saw his princess clenching 'round my cock like a fuckin' virgin, hm ?"
His voice was almost quivering, raw and hoarse, deep in pleasure. His hands wandered toward the valley of your breasts, and he lowered his face to drink on the sight you were giving him.
Bare for him, eyes rolled back, tears trickling down your cheeks, mouth hanging open for his kisses, and shit, he was head over heels for you.
He leaned over you, taking your lips in another heated kiss and swallowing a high moan you left when he thrusted particularly harder in you.
-" He liked- Oh fuck, Manjiro !" His cock throbbed harder when you screamed his name and clenched around him tighter, peppering kisses along your neck.
-" He liked to keep me helpless by his side " you tried to say without moaning or crying, sinking deeper on his cock. " I'm not his fucking princess".
-" Hell yeah, you my queen " Mikey's words felt more like a grunt or a moan, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, how could he help it ? Everything about you was just so perfect.
From the way you milked him so nicely, to the way you helped him to kill your father, willingly giving him every information or help he needed when your so smart head discovered his goal.
Sometimes, he wondered if you were a gift sent from god himself to him, or just one of Satan's lures to get him deeper in hell. Damn, how could he have found someone to love, someone who accepted him, and better, someone who got along with his madness ? He would never let you go.
His thumb kept playing with your clit until you came undone on his cock, moaning his name endlessly and mesmerizing him by the sight of your face, drunk in pleasure.
-" Didn't liked the way they were eyeing my bitch. " He grunt in your ears, pounding relentlessly in you while you were long gone now, nothing more than a rag doll in his rough but loving arms. " Gotta make them know you're mine. Gotta fuck a child inside ya, yeah ? Fucking love of m'life ".
You were definitely too high on pleasure to even respond, riding your second orgasm already. Your hands flew to his hair, caressing his locks softly despite the way he was pounding in you, and something inside Manjiro's chest squeezed hard, how you would always soften for him even in his worst days, he didn't deserve you...
-" Don't- Uh... Don't make me regret betraying my own blood for you, 'Jiro " you gasped, tears in the corner of your eyes and mouth agape, his lips rested and lingered on your forehead, while he felt his balls growing heavier and heavier.
-" been loyal to me 'til the very end, I'd rather die than let my baby down ".
Those were a man's words, a king's words. To him, you were his ride or die, his one and only.
You trusted him with your grandfather's empire, knowing your father wasn't doing his duty as he should, you put everything your ancestors worked hard for into his dirty hands, and showered him with the love he would not deserve in million years.
Mikey knew, if he had to die for someone, someday, it would be you.
Your lips grazed against his ear, soft voice singing right against him and making him moan your name louder.
-" your queen " you corrected him, placing kisses all along his neck, inhaling his cologne.
Kanto Manji's head leaned in your embrace, nose brushing against your hair to inhale your heavenly scent now long lingering on his pillow and sheets at home.
Mikey was loyal, maybe a hell to work with, but nonetheless loyal. You have devoted everything for him, just as one of his men, he had to respect you and take care of you, and he just had a soft spot for you, how could he refuse you anything while being inside you this way ?
You felt his small smirk against your cheek when he came inside you, breaths heavy, chest brushing against yours, his deep voice made you shiver.
-" Yes. Yes, your majesty".
I took the challenge! Hope you would like it, unknown person, I wrote it half asleep with my poor 3am imagination.
