Prompt: Power Play/Imbalance
Character: Bonten!Manjiro "Mikey" Sano
This Work Contains: fem!reader, almost getting caught, unprotected sex, assistant!reader, choking, allusions to possible kidnapping
WC: 558
Note: i've been meaning to write this for a while now, i hope i was able to deliver :')
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From the day you joined, he always had his eye on you. How you looked, how you acted, how you dressed; he was entranced by it all. Before he met you, you were just a simple citizen just getting through life.
But all it took was for you to walk home alone after a night of partying at a friend's house. Little did you know, you would feel a pair of eyes watching from afar… and you wouldn't know whom those eyes belonged to until it was too late.
This man that you met was no ordinary man, sometimes you felt like he was no human and yet it seemed like he would prove you wrong. It would all start when he made you his personal assistant. You thought it wouldn't be that bad as long as you kept your head down and did whatever he asked of you, but Mikey seemed to have other ideas in mind.
When he called you over to his office, you thought he was going to assign something to you, run an errand, or something along the lines of that, but your boss had another plan.
Currently you were laid down on his desk on your back as he rapidly fucked you. There was silence in the room save for the wet pounding that resonated within the room along with your panting and moaning.
"To think, I could've had you like this since the beginning… perhaps this could be all that you're good for…" he muttered, not slowing down even once.
"Maybe I'll use you like this from now on, it'd be better that you'd be nothing but my cocksleeve, right?" He added, holding you down with a near bruising grip on your waist. It hurt, yes, but it hurt so good at the same time. His thrusts would only grow rougher at the same time.
How could he remain so calm while he was doing this to you was beyond you.
"Please-" you began to say, before you were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Mikey, you there?" It was Sanzu, his right hand man.
Your heart dropped, out of all the executives that had to knock, why did it have to be him?!
Thankfully, Mikey seemed to be in no mood to be dealing with whatever he wanted. But what surprised you was that Bonten's leader didn't stop his pace, not even once. The only thing he did was place a hand over your mouth to get you to remain quiet and not alert the other man on what's going on. He also glared down at you, as if telling you to stay quiet or there would be consequences.
"Leave," his voice, although quiet, still demanded obedience from his subordinates, right hand man included. Thankfully Sanzu took the hint and left without a complaint, though you felt that there would be questions arising later when it was all over.
"Now, where were we?" He would ask, hand now moving to your neck. As you felt yourself feeling light headed from his strong grip, there was one thought that would ring in your head.
There was no escaping Mikey even if you could. He had his ways of asserting his power over you and there was no telling what else he could do besides fucking you until you saw stars.
description: a multi-chapter fic inspired by this; royal prince au.
pairing: prince!hoshina soshiro x f!reader
genre: angst, comfort, fiancees to enemies to friends to lovers trope
snippet: prince hoshina soshiro was never meant to inherit his father's throne, but he refuses to accept his fate of being wed to you, a woman who he has just met. you were not given the right to choose who to take as husband, yet you had decided long ago that you may forego love but never respect. trapped in a marriage where the currency is hatred, you and the prince would rather wage war against each other than wait for love to bloom.
CHAPTER ONE: KING OF SWORDS
CHAPTER TWO: FIVE OF WANDS
CHAPTER THREE: THREE OF SWORDS
CHAPTER FOUR: TWO OF CUPS
CHAPTER FIVE: QUEEN OF SWORDS
upload of chapters will commence on july 15th. i might not write other fics in the meantime while this is in the works, but one-shots and drabbles from requests i receive in my asks are still fair game. as always, i appreciate any interactions on my works but please do not repost them anywhere. feel free to drop by my asks and leave me prompts - i always reply though there might be delays, so if you sent me something and i haven't answered, im just taking my time.
married to the most volatile man in the Seven Kingdoms, you have committed the ultimate sin: being too human for a dragon’s blood. now, you must find a way to be useful to the cruel prince, or risk a war that will leave the kingdom in ashes.
hinata catches your eye for the first time one afternoon, while you were walking home from school. you'd been taking this route home since your first year, and now, as a second year highschooler, you were sure you'd never seen him go by this way before.
you'd been looking up at the sky, admiring the colours splayed out and blending together along with the setting sun, when you heard the ting-ting of a bicycle bell in the distance.
upon casting your view back onto the street, you were met with the sight of him cycling past— and your eyes had met briefly, you think — and in that brief moment in which you'd caught sight of his eyes, you'd immediately fallen in love.
perhaps not really, but the firecracker tint of his eyes as they flashed in the sunlight had indeed captured your attention - and you'd thought about him the entire way home. it was a i-met-the-cutest-guy-today-and-i'll-never-see-him-again kind of moment.
except you did see him again, the very next day as you walked the usual path home from school. this time, he'd been with a friend — a black haired, dark eyed boy that didn't even fully register in your mind, because you were too busy taking in a second detail about hinata himself.
his mouth was stretched in a wide, summery grin — and then you learned his name, too, because his friend angrily yelled out, "hinata you fucking moron!"
he was pretty, you thought — really pretty. not handsome in the traditional sense, but good looking in a boyish, mischief-laden way.
after that, you saw him almost every day. you'd see him cycling down the street and disappear around the corner on your way home from school, and on occassion, it was the only thing you ever looked forward to.
this boy, this cute (and athletic, it seemed, since he cycled and seemed to be in a sports team, assuming from the jersey he donned some days) stranger whose name you'd caught only by chance — had become all of a sudden one of the constants you looked for to keep you grounded throughout your highs and lows.
he becomes more attractive to you as the days, weeks and months go by, and sometimes you hear his laugh, catch a word or two of what he's saying to the friend he cycles home with — and you fall in love with it all.
a little pathetic, it was perhaps, but sometimes it was just how it was. you didn't bother chiding yourself over it, or try to get over it — you just let it be, hoping and believing that the sight of this boy would just carry you forward for a while, and then you'd move onto other things and forget he ever existed.
after all, even if you wanted something to occur out of it, how could there be a chance of starting anything with a boy you only knew for a few seconds every day, a boy you only ever spare a glance from across the street at?
you just let it be. until one day, after an exam, you decided to stop by a shop to buy a pastry to satisfy your post-stress hunger with, and run into him.
he looked flustered, talking to the guy at the counter — and you couldn't help but overhear that he'd forgotten his wallet back in school and was unable to pay for the yakisoba bun he'd already taken a bite out of.
this was your moment, to discreetly return the favour he's been doing you everyday by cycling past and giving you something constant to rely on, to keep you on track. by becoming one of the many methodical repetitions you carried out on the daily, to help yourself through any and all the things that ever happened to you.
"excuse me," you push in, feeling timid all of a sudden as his fiery gaze, coupled with the bright curls of his hair that frame his eyes, suddenly focus on you. "how much is the bun for? i can pay for you."
of course, hinata has no choice but to let you help him, and as the two of you step out of the shop, he's bowing to you and expressing his gratitude to you, loud and fervent.
it's a little stunning, he's much better looking up close — and despite looking shorter than the rest of his friends, he's muscled and has height enough.
it was like having the sun suddenly be in your face after having hung so far up in the sky all the days past — but you manage to hold your composure and try to tell him he doesn't need to pay you back.
"no, really! how about we meet here tomorrow, same time? i'll have the money for you then." he kept insisting. "and maybe i can buy you something, too. an ice cone? a muffin?"
you were sure your heart couldn't take that. it was hard enough already, to play it cool and convince yourself that your feelings for this not-so-stranger-anymore were something temporary, something minimal.
but if he tried to make friends with you? if he bought you something to eat? if, fuck it, you had to stand so close to this summer of a boy a second time?
no, it was too risky. you couldn't. "no, it's fine. you really don't have to."
"but i gotta pay you back," he sounds disappointed, now, and you don't even know this guy, you try to tell yourself — but you can't help but soften.
"tell you what," you say, and his head lifts immediately, eyes locking with yours. "just keep cycling."
"hm?" he tilts his head to a side, and his fluffy hair bounces with the movement. "what does that mean?"
"just," you wave your hand towards the street. "take this road home everyday. you don't need to, but i think you do that already, anyway. i see you cycle past sometimes."
everyday, you think. i get to see you everyday, and that's all i'll ask for.
"so i just have to take my bike this way?" he asks, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth. god, he's cute. "ah, so i'll see you, right?"
"mhm." it's all you can offer, and he nods enthusiastically. "sure, sure! i'll be looking for you, then — i'll wave if i see you!"
you agree, say you'll wave back — and then he's getting on his bicycle and going back on his way. you stand there and watch, and just as he's about to turn around the corner and disappear, he turns around and gives you a small wave.
you're not sure he even caught the way you waved back. but what you're suddenly starting to feel certain of is that, you know what, maybe the feelings for him that you have buried within your chest might not be as easy to ignore and leave behind, after all.
he hadn't told you his name (you knew it already, but that wasn't the point) and he hadn't asked for yours either, but you had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last time you talked to him.
you could feel it, not out of some lovey-dovey instinct but because you knew already that he was bright, fiery and someone that enjoyed connecting with everyone around him.
he'd probably ask for your name. and you'd probably have to witness firsthand, up close, the sight of his firecracker eyes again.
letting what was budding in your heart be something temporary, letting it fade away, forgetting that hinata ever existed — was probably going to be hard, impossible, even.
but the least you could do was believe, if not try. you lie to yourself.
the truth is that once you've seen the sun, the afterimage of it is stuck behind your eyes for the rest of your life. you're never going to forget that summer sun of a boy.
you walk home, thinking about how maybe one day, there'll be a night where you get to light a firecracker with him and watch the way he watches it — watch the way they light up his eyes.
can’t stop thinking about dating streamer rindou. he mainly streams video games, but sometimes he feels lazy and does q&a’s because he knows he’s pretty and everyone just eats it up. and sometimes when he’s streaming, he’ll have you sit or lay across his lap, your face and identifiable features out of shot, reading or on your phone, or even playing the game with him. just keeping his lap warm. most of his subscribers hate it, hate being reminded that it’s not their thighs his arms are resting on, not their ass that he pinches or gently smacks every once in a while, purely out of habit. but they keep coming back to these streams because… because what if it were them?
