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At Your Service.

synopsis : bonten!mikey comes home to find a random stranger in his bed.

word count : 2.6k

warnings : nsfw, 18+, cursing, fingering, handjob, blowjob, creampie, mentions of prostitution.

MDI 18+

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.

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aryomengrande · 2 days

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Off Limits

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bonten!Ran Haitani

Summary: Your older brother, Mikey, forbids any of his subordinates from putting their hands on you. Naturally, Ran takes that as a challenge.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, drugging mentioned (reader not drugged), oral (fem! receiving), fingering, raw sex, cream pie, Mikey is an over protective brother, guns, pet names like angel, sugar, pretty girl, etc I think that's it? kind of an abrupt ending bc I'm silly like that

It was a boring day for Ran Haitani. Well, if you consider hunting rival gang members down and beating information out of them dull like Ran does. As much as he loves his job, the thrill of seeing another man's fear, feeling his fist connect with deadly precision, sometimes it was a bit monotonous. All work and no play makes Ran Haitani a dull boy and such.

He thought he'd fix this with a trip to Bonten's strip - no gentlemen's club. He could hear Koko yelling at him in his head for, 'lessening the value of their asset' by not using some euphemism. Ran didn't think it mattered much. Men just wanted to see women take their clothes off; they didn't care what it was called.

Usually going to the gentlemen's club made him feel better, but even this was feeling dull to him today. He's already fucked all the girls he had an interest in. Some of them multiple times. And they were great, sure, but he nothing that could spark his interest now. He needed fresh blood, so to speak.

Then you walked in. Ran had been idly drumming his fingers along the dark mahogany of the bar top, half listening to Rindou and Sanzu drone on about the days' events. His fingers halted the moment he saw you, straightening up and zeroing in. He'd never seen you before, he would have remember that face... that body. Were you a new hire? He wondered... No it couldn't be. The execs ran background checks on all the women in the club, which fell to Ran or his brother to do. No way you slipped through the cracks.

A prickle of anger flared through him as he wondered if you were dating one of the execs. He couldn't image one of the guys dating a woman like you and not bragging about it though. Maybe a patron's girl? You seemed to be looking for someone. Ran smiled. He could be a helpful guy, take you to your boyfriend... and then put a hit out on him. He didn't play fair, but he always played for keeps.

"Shit, who's that?" Rindou piped up behind him. Ran stifled a wave of possessiveness rushing through him. If he made it too obvious how bad he wanted you, this would become a contest he didn't want. At least Rindou's response to you confirmed that he didn't know you, so you couldn't be a dancer.

"Dunno," Ran shrugged, "But looks like she could use some help."

Sanzu rolled his eyes. "Since when do you care about helping random women."

Ran knocked back the rest of the whisky in his glass. "What can I say, I am a feminist." Sanzu and Rindou groaned at him, but his back was already to them making a beeline towards you. The closer he got, the more he was taken by you. You were so beautiful, but you also looked more nervous that he originally appraised. Maybe you were truly just lost. Wrong place, right time - for Ran at least.

"Hi," Ran said, mustering all the calmness in his voice he could manage. You looked him up and down, your pulse quickening - and not because you were nervous. The man standing before you was one of the finest you'd ever laid eyes on. But you couldn't let that distract you from your purpose here. "Haven't seen you around here before, are you lost?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm... looking for someone." You were vague, not sure of who this man was and not willing to trust anyone but who you were looking for.

"Oh? Well I'm one of the owners here," Ran replied casually, though he was dying to know who you were here for. "Maybe I could help you out?" His words sparked recognition in you, he could see it in how your eyes widened.

He's an owner? That mean he must know... "My brother, I'm looking for my brother." You felt the tiniest rush of relief that you bumped into someone who could truly help you.

Brother. Ran couldn't help but smile. This was the best case scenario; there was not issue of competition there. "And who's that, sweetheart?"

"Mikey."

"Mikey?" But it wasn't his own voice that verbalized his surprised. He whipped around, irritated to find Sanzu and Rindou followed him. Sanzu was shocked by the mention of the boss's name. Ran couldn't deny he was surprised too; he had no idea Mikey had a sister.

"Since when did Mikey have a sister?" Rindou questioned.

Sanzu scowled. "I knew it," he snapped, "But I didn't know it was her." Of course Sanzu, Mikey's little dog, would be privy to that information. But even he had never laid eye on you before, he simply was just aware a sister existed. "You're not supposed to be here," his comment pointed right at you.

"I know, I know," you replied quickly. Mikey was very clear to you that you were supposed to stay far away from his... line of business. "But it's an emergency. These guys came to my job and I- they were looking for me." You shivered at the memory of your close call.

Sanzu's eyes widened. Ran could practically hear the gears turning in his head: how was he going to use this as an opportunity to further win Mikey's favor? Ran rolled his eyes, as if Sanzu needed to do any more ass kissing.

"Did anyone follow you here?" Sanzu demanded.

"No - I don't think so," you replied. "Please can't I just talk to Mikey?"

"C'mon Sanzu, you're scaring the poor girl," Ran interjected. If Sanzu could use the situation to his benefit, so could he. "Even if someone did follow her, we'll handle it. Let's just get her to Mikey." He gave you an assuring smile that caused a blush to rise in your cheeks. Ran didn't miss it, of course, savoring the soft little smile you returned to him.

Sanzu didn't argue, telling you to follow him instead. He led the way, weaving through the tables where patrons sat. Ran and Rindou took up the rear behind you, following to Mikey's private room at the club. Ran gave a particularly nasty look to one man who stared at you a beat too long.

"Did you know Mikey had a sister?" Rindou whispered to Ran.

"No."

"Interesting."

Ran smiled, this was exactly the type of fun he needed. "Very."

Sanzu opened the door to Mikey's office. He was sitting alone at his desk, a whiskey in his hands as he looked through a pile of papers. His eye flicked up, annoyed at the intrusion until he saw you. He jumped out of his seat. "Y/n, what are you doing here?" he was half between anger and concern.

You rushed past Sanzu to your brother. Ran leaned against the closed door, eager to see how this played out. "I'm so sorry Mikey I- I know I'm not supposed to be here," the words tumbled out of you. "But there were men looking for me. I got scared."

Mikey's eyes darkened. "Tell me exactly what happened."

You sat down, realizing how badly you were shaking. You'd come here on pure adrenaline and now it was wearing off. You explained to Mikey how you had been in the back of the bakery where you work, when you heard a gruff voice asking for you. Well, it was really more like demanding. At first you had been afraid you fucked up someones order, but when you caught a peak at the 2 men looking for you you knew instantly they were not looking costumers.

Thankfully, they hadn't seen you and your coworker had the good sense to insist you were not working today. It took some convincing, but they finally left. You lied to your coworker and said you had a crazy ex. But really, you knew the symbol on their jackets was one your brother warned you of. A rival gang. And somehow, despite Mikey's best efforts to keep you far away from his lifestyle, they found you.

"You swear you weren't hurt?" Mikey questioned, softening now that he understood why you were here.

"I'm okay I promise, just a little shaken up," you replied, "I don't know what I'm gonna do about work."

"You're going to quit," Mikey state, shooting you a look when you balked. "I should have known something like this would happen. You got really fucking lucky today, y/n. If they had gotten to you... I don't even want to think about it. You have to stay close to me. Under my protection, there is no other way."

"But my coworkers could be in danger," you replied, sad at the thought of never getting talk shit about rude costumers while kneading dough again.

"I'll have my guys watch the shop for a few weeks to make sure it's safe. And tell me the name of the girl who had your back. I'll make sure she gets compensated," Mikey replied. Before you could protest, Mikey returned his attention to the men behind you. "Sanzu, get everyone to the meeting room. We need to discuss this immediately."

Sanzu slipped out obediently. Mikey eyed the two remaining men suspiciously, particularly the taller one. "And who do I have to thank for finding her?"

The taller one, Ran you believed his name was, smiled. "That would be me boss."

Mikey's jaw tightened. "Of course." He didn't express gratitude as you expected, but Mikey was not the most warm and fuzzy person. "You two can go wait in the meeting room. I'll be there shortly." They both nodded and slipped out wordlessly. You noticed, though, Ran eyes scan you one last time, which made your heart stutter in your chest.

Mikey instructed you to stay in his office while he went into the next room to have a meeting with his executives. "Don't worry, the club is guarded by my men, you're safe here. I'm gonna make sure everything works out, okay y/n?"

You nodded. You trusted your brother completely. Mikey squeezed your arm in attempt to be comforting before exiting the room. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the headache that was dealing with subordinates.

Despite the short amount of time lapsed, all his executives were there waiting. At least they knew their place, he thought. Dogs who come when called. The room was much more cramped than their board room back at HQ, but it worked for when they needed it. Mikey took his spot at the head of the table.

"Most of you don't know this, but I have a sister," Mikey began, his eye shifting around the room. All the men, besides those you had already met, looked surprised and confused. Sanzu was the only person who knew of your existence prior to this. Being he was Bonten's number 2, he had to ensure someone would look after you should anything happen to him.

"I've kept her secret from everyone because I didn't want her to be in danger. But somehow our rivals have found out about her," Mikey stopped, swallowing his anger as the weight of the situation hit him. "We are going to find the men looking for her and we are going to fucking kill them. All of them. Destroy their gang one member at a time if we have to."

The men nodded along, Sanzu particularly eagerly. He always excited at the thought of bloodshed.

"You're all to guard her with your life," Mikey continued, "I'll be working on a schedule for everyone to take turns keeping an eye on her while the rest of us continue work as usual."

"What if you bring her to work?" Koko asked. Mikey's brow furrowed, but he continued. "Our headquarters is secret and there always a bunch of us around. That's gotta be safer than just one of us at an apartment. And then you don't have to worry about shifts."

Leave it to Koko to find a way to be more efficient. Mikey debated it. On one hand he had a good point; it was probably safer to have you surrounded by more people. And then Mikey would alway be around at work and when you went home. Because he was definitely making you move in with him, at least until he was sure there weren't any active threats against you. But at HQ you'd in the middle of his business and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. Plus there were other concerns he had...

"I think that's a good idea," Ran piped up.

"I agree," Takeomi said, cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Of course they like the idea. Mikey wasn't an idiot, he knew you were a pretty girl. He's seen the way men look at you and being a man himself, he knows what those looks mean. It makes him sick to his stomach. It's not that he is some control freak that would say you're not allowed to date anyone, but he has high standards when it comes to who should be allowed to date you. And this lot of men don't even come close. They were great employees, cunning and devious, but he wouldn't want their hands on you. Having you around would be like throwing blood in shark infested waters.

Still, he couldn't deny it HQ would be the safest place for you to be. Mikey sighed. "Alright, you're right Koko," he replied, acknowledging only his white haired subordinate. Had it been anyone else who suggested it he may have said no, but Mikey trusted Koko not to have ulterior motives. He wasn't so obsessed with getting women in his bed like the others. "But there will be rules. Her safety is the number one priority. I'll expect you all to take a bullet for her if needed."

No one objected. Signing on to Bonten meant being willing to take a bullet for Mikey. What was one more person?

"And no one fucking touches her," Mikey stated, looking every single one of them in the eyes so they'd recognize the weight of his words. "If you do, I'll put a bullet in you."

Ran's lips twitched ever so slightly. He couldn't say he was surprised, but he was still amused. He was a man who loved a challenged and Mikey just made this all the more fun for him.

***

Moving in and working with Mikey was not as bad as you thought it would be. Mikey's "apartment" was more like a penthouse and did not make you miss your shabby little apartment at all. You had been worried about privacy, but you had your own room and bathroom down the hall and he gave you space when you needed it. You were actually liking the arrangement, getting to spend more time with your brother than you had in a while.

Even going to work with him wasn't so bad. At first he expected you to just sit around all day, but you insisted on doing something while you were there. He was very wary of it, not wanting you to get too involved in his way of life, but eventually allowed you to do some small stuff. You cleaned up a bit, made coffees, helped organize some old files. Simple stuff.

Then you discovered the HQ had a kitchen. It was little, but Mikey was more than happy to buy all the gadgets you needed to make it functional. Since then you spent your days baking, the thing you missed most. It worked out perfectly, it kept you busy with work Mikey deemed safe and the guys got fed delicious pastries. Everyone was happy.

In fact, you were surprised by how much you were enjoying this. There was still an element of fear knowing that the bad guys knew who you were and sure you got frustrated you couldn't go out with friends, but you did like going to work Mikey.

There was another reason you enjoyed going to Bonten HQ with Mikey so much. Ran Haitani. The attraction you felt towards him the first time you saw him has only grown. He charmed you with ease, like he wasn't even trying. Ran, of course, was trying. Specifically he was trying to make his flirtatiousness seem as casual as possible, as to not upset Mikey. He loved testing the limits, seeing what he could get away with.

"What're you making, sugar?" Ran asked as he entered the kitchen. He'd started calling you that nickname after you started supplying the execs with endless sweets. From anyone else you would think it was corny, but from Ran and it made your heart skip.

"Peanut butter brownies," you replied, taking in his appearance. He was always dressed well, but today he looked particularly good in an immaculate lavender pinstripe three piece suit. You reckoned no other man could pull it off.

He looked you up and down, a sly smile on his face. "Can't wait to get a taste." Your cheeks colored. You knew he was talking about the brownies, but the way he looked at you...

"You sure do have a sweet tooth, Ran."

"Well you're certainly hard to resist. Your baking, that is," he said with an innocent smile.

"Is there something specific you'd like to try?" you asked, returning his faux innocent banter.

Ran grinned, "I could think of something." It was then you realized the two of you had gravitated towards each other. Ran towered over you, his rich, warm scent filling your lungs.

Before you could speak, your brother's voice shattered the tension between the two of you. "Am I interrupting something?"

Ran turned, a calm smile on his face. "Nothing, boss. Y/n here was just telling me about the brownies she made. Was hoping she'd let me try 'em." He spoke so casually, nothing like the low simmer in his voice that had been pulling you in just seconds ago.

"Yeah, I bet," Mikey replied flatly. "A word alone, Ran." Mikey left without another word.

"Save a corner piece for me, they're my favorite," Ran smiled at you before slipping out of the room.

"I thought I made myself clear," Mikey stated when they were alone.

"I don't know what you're talking about, boss," Ran replied, that stupid smile still on his face. Mikey wanted to punch it off him.

"Do you think I'm stupid Haitani?" Mikey asked, his jaw tightening.

"Not at all, boss."

"Then you know that I know what you're up to," his eyes narrowed.

"I just wanted to try some bro-" Mikey cut him off by pounding the wall next to his head. Ran didn't even flinch.

"If you touch my sister you're a dead man," Mikey snapped.

Ran smiled again. "Wouldn't dream of it."

But dream he did. Hell he straight up fantasized about it. What you'd look like bent over those counters you constantly worked at, looking up at him with those pretty eyes while on your knees, how sweet you'd taste... He thought about it all. But more importantly, he planned.

Later that evening Mikey addressed the incident in the kitchen with you. "I don't like you talking to Ran."

"What? What's wrong with him?"

Mikey almost laughed. What wasn't wrong with him. "He's just..." he searched for the right word, not wanting to scare you. "An idiot."

You laughed. "All men are idiots." Mikey gave you a look, but couldn't help but smile.

"I'll ignore that comment," Mikey replied, "But he's just involved in bad shit. I don't want you getting close to people in my line of work, even the one's I trust. Plus, he only wants one thing."

You rolled your eyes. "Why do I feel like I'm about to get the birds and bees talk."

"I'm serious."

"Oh, I know you are," you half sighed, half laughed. "Like I said, all men are idiots. I know what men want, I've dealt with plenty of guys like that. I'm sure I can handle myself. Plus, he doesn't seem that bad."

"Well he is. So stay away from him," Mikey said with finality.

"What're you gonna do, kill him?" you asked, half joking.

"If I have to," Mikey replied so casually you couldn't tell if he was joking or not. You knew he would never hurt you, but you weren't blind to what your brother was capable of.

"You're way over thinking this," you replied, realizing that it would not be worth it to argue over this. "I don't see Ran like that. He's just another weirdo you work with. I'm not interested in him."

That seemed to appease Mikey. You were a better liar than you thought.

Since the day Mikey found you in the kitchen with Ran, the two of you were never alone together. Neither of you address what was going on between the two of you, but you knew he felt it. You could tell by the way he looked at you. You were certain it was not a one-sided crush. However, you were smart enough to know it could not be openly pursued.

Then, one day Ran appeared to you in the kitchen. Alone. "Mikey's out on errands."

For a half second you wondered why he was telling you this, but then it hit you. "Oh." Mikey was gone. That meant...

There was nothing more to be said. You were on each other in an instant, as if taken over by autopilot. Ran's hands felt so good on your body, already wrapping around your waist. You pulled him in by the back of his neck, desperate for more.

Ran wasn't patient in the best of times, but today? He couldn't wait another second to have you. He lifted you up on the counter with ease, pulling a half giggle half gasp from your lips. He moved skillfully, stripping your lower half without ever breaking away from the kiss until he dropped to his knees in front of you.

"Been dreaming about tasting you," he hummed against your thighs. He licked a stripe up your pussy and groaned. "So sweet. Knew you would be."

Ran buried his face between your legs. He knew he didn't have a ton of time and wasn't going to waste a second of it. His plush lips attached to your clit, making you gasp. You knotted your fingers through his lilac hair, needing something to steady yourself. His teased you, pressing against your aching entrance.

"Fuck Ran," you gasped, hooking your thighs over his shoulders and locking him against. Ran loved it, the feeling of your plush thighs pressed against him, how desperate you sounded. He needed to see you completely fall apart.

Ran slipped a finger into your throbbing hole and returned to sucking at your clit. You gripped his hair so tightly it made his scalp ache, but that only egged him on more. The feeling of his fingers curling inside you and his tongue lapping at your clit was too much for you. Your body shuddered as came, moaning his name. Ran savored every second, not pulling away until he was sure you were completely finished.

He stood up, about to kiss you again when his phone went off. He checked it, cursing when he saw Rindou's message. "Mikey's on his way back," He practically groaned. Ran almost laughed at how you pouted.

"I want you so bad."

"I know sugar, believe me," his eyes flicked down to the tent in his pants, making your eyes widen. "But if you're brother kills me before I get to fuck you then we're both shit outta luck." He gave a quick kiss. "Promise I won't make you wait too long." And with that he was gone.

***

It had only been two weeks, but it felt like an eternity. You thought there had been a lot of tension before you hooked up, but now it was down right unbearable. You both seemed to be avoiding each other, not because you didn't want to see each other, but because you couldn't trust yourselves not to pounce on each other. The few times you were in the same room together were a true test of endurance.

The way Ran looked at you drove you wild. His eyes would scan your body in a way that would seem casual to anyone else, but you could feel him undressing you, thinking of all the ways he would ravish you. It made your heart race and your knees buckle. Ran had one hell of a poker face, but the glint in his eyes told you that he too was dying to get his hands on you.

By the time a month passed, you were wondering if Ran was ever going to make a move. Then, on a Thursday night just as you were about to head to bed you got a text.

Ran: Come get the door. Quietly

Your heart raced, wondering if you were reading it right. The door? As in the front door where you lived with Mikey? He wouldn't dare come here, not with Mikey at home. But you had to check. Your crept out of your room, pausing to listen for any signs of Mikey being awake. His room was on the opposite side of the house from yours, but you didn't dare get to close and risk waking him.

When you finally opened the door, you were shocked to see Ran standing there with a calm smile on his face, despite his text.

"What're you-"

Ran held a finger up to his lip, silencing you. "Let's talk somewhere private, yeah?" The way his eyes flicked over you, smirking at the tiny shirts and tight little tank top you wore told you he wasn't looking to just talk. This was a bad idea, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

The next thing you knew, Ran was in your room. It was weird to see him there, in your private space. It made your stomach churn with anticipation.

"What're you doing here?" you tried again.

Ran sat on your bed, making himself comfortable. "I couldn't stay away from you any longer."

"But here? With Mikey at home?" you questioned.

"Mikey and Sanzu hang out and drink every Thursday night," Ran replied, "They always come in Friday with hangovers. I was feeling generous and bought them a few bottles of their favorite whisky for this evening. I imagine they'll both be sleeping well with how much they drank tonight." Your eyes widened as you processed his words. Ran didn't tell you that he slipped some sleeping pills in their drinks. You didn't need to know that; all you needed to know was that Mikey was very unlikely to disturb you two tonight."

"Are you saying-"

"I'm saying, if you can be quiet for me sugar, we can have some fun tonight," Ran smiled wickedly. "Whaddya say? Can you be a good girl and be quiet?"

"Yes." The words were barely past your lips when Ran pulled you on to his lap. Your straddled him, your bodies easily fitting together. You replayed Ran's kiss countless times since hooking up, but feeling it again blew your imagination away. His lips and tongue moved expertly, intoxicating you. Any concerns of getting caught fell to the wayside as your hips rolled against him, feeling hims harden under you.

In a flash, Ran had you flipped over, your hands pinned above your head. He licked his lips as he looked down at you. "God the things I would do to you if we had time." He kissed at your neck, nipping it lightly. He was careful to not leave a mark, but couldn't resist the way it made you gasp. "Promise one day I'll be able to do everything I want to you. But for now I just gotta be inside you."

You nodded eagerly, wanting to feel him in you so badly it ached. Ran practically tore your clothes off as you pawed at his. His fingers slipped between your legs, grinning smugly as he felt how slick you were. He toyed with your clit before sliding two fingers inside your tight pussy. He watched as your wriggled and gasped at him pressing your g spot.

He drank in this sight, relished the rush of having you splayed out and needy for him in Mikey's own home. Fucking you like this was the ultimate fuck you to Mikey. He could practically get off on the power trip of it alone.

Ran continued to finger you as he sucked on your tits. Your fingers tangled in his hair, scraping his scalp. He hummed in pleasure as he took your nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud as he played with your clit. The sensation grew too intense, pushing you over the edge.

You let out a moan and Ran's free hand clamped over your mouth. He secretly loved that you couldn't keep yourself quiet, but couldn't risk getting caught before he got to fuck you.

"Thought you were gonna be quiet for me?" Ran teased as you came down from your high.

"Fuck I'm sorry Ran, just felt so good," you replied breathlessly. He couldn't even pretend to be mad.

"That okay pretty girl," he replied, "But I'm gonna fuck you even better than that, so you better keep that pretty little mouth shut." You nodded eagerly, anything to get Ran inside you.

Ran stroked his long, hard cock as he spread your thighs apart more. He admiring how slick your pussy looked, his cock aching to feel you wrapped around him. He lined himself up to you, pushing in. His held fell back as his bit his lip, trying to stifle a groan.

"Fuck, angel, prepped you and you're still so fucking tight." He kept his voice low. He rolled his hips, feeling your pussy suck him. "Feels so fucking good."

You didn't trust yourself with a reply. The way Ran thrust into you made your entire body flutter with pleasure. You felt him so deep it left you breathless, his cock hitting spots in you you didn't know existed. You grabbed the back of his neck, burying your face into it. You sucked and nipped at his neck, trying to prevent yourself from crying out. The more Ran fucked you, the hotter it was to keep quiet. Your teeth sunk into the junction of his neck and shoulder and Ran relished in the sting of your bite.

"Fuck Ran," you whined against his skin as pleasure consumed your senses. Your pussy throbbed around him as you came, making his thrusts falter.

"Shit baby so good," Ran panted. His cocked twitch as he finally released, filling you with his cum. He slid out, a smug grin on his face as he watched his cum leak out of you and make a mess of your bed. He was debating if he should risk a picture when he heard the familiar metallic click of a gun cocking.

"Mikey what the fuck!" you gasped, covering yourself in your sheets, though he wasn't even looking at you. His dark, cold stare was solely on Ran as he point his gun at the lilac haired man's head.

"You're fucking dead Haitani."

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