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Hard and Fast Nishitani Homare/Reader, Majima Goro/Reader Chapter 1 - Jealousy

You knew better than to fall in love with a man with a death wish. Or at least, that's what you would tell yourself.

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Stepping out from the bar where you worked, you internally swore both at how uncharacteristically cool the night was and how you had forgone a jacket. However, your mind was taken off of the evening chill as an arm was slung around your shoulders.

“When are you finally gonna let me take you out for a drink?” a well-meaning but exaggeratedly exasperated voice asked into your ear.

“You spent the entire night at the bar. One could say we’ve already shared a drink,” you teased as you searched your purse for your keys to lock the door to the bar.

“Yeah, with you drinking water,” your companion huffed and you found yourself unconsciously leaning into his body heat to protect you from the cold. You bit back a smile at his complaint before crying out in victory when you found your keys.

“Sorry, Daisuke-san. Your plan to win my heart has been in vain. You see, I make it a point not to date customers, especially not regulars. It’s bad for business,” you explained, ignoring his noise of disagreement as you locked up the bar. “It’s a catch-22, isn’t it? We met because you were a customer and you became a regular to better get to know me. But, because you’re a customer, we can’t date.”

Once you were done with your keys, you dropped them back in your purse before looking back up at his handsome face to see him staring at you with wide eyes. You laughed at the way his jaw was hanging open in disbelief.

“And you’ve continued to string me along?” he asked, his voice sounding pained as he clutched a hand to his heart and you laughed again at his theatrics.

“Well, you’re a great tipper,” you shrugged and whatever life was remaining in Daisuke seemed to drain from him at your words. You slapped his stomach playfully and he let out an oof. “Come on, I’ll let you walk me to the metro.”

Daisuke grumbled but made no move to protest. However, before you could begin to walk away from the bar, you saw a black car with tinted windows pull up to the curb and come to a stop. The smile slowly fell from your face as you took it in.

“Fuck,” you mumbled and pushed Daisuke’s arm from your shoulders. “You should get out of here.”

“What?” he asked in confusion, looking back and forth between you and the car that had captured your attention.

“I’ll be fine. You should really head on home,” you repeated, a note of urgency in your voice. The look on his face clearly said that he was about to argue with you, but before he could utter a word, the door to the backseat of the car opened.

“Oh ho! What’s this?”

You barely managed to hold back your groan at the harsh, wild voice that preceded the appearance of the man you hadn’t seen or heard from in almost two weeks. You tried to clamp down on the sense of relief that formed as he exited the car and came into sight, not wanting to admit to yourself how much you had missed him. He was wearing his trademark red suit, the color just as loud and brash as its wearer’s personality.

The car door slammed behind him as he swaggered towards you and Daisuke, who stood frozen at your side, the tension rolling off of him in waves.

“Ya know, there I was feeling bad for not having stopped by in awhile, worried that you might be gettin’ lonely all by yourself,” he mused, a false cheeriness in his tone and your own annoyance at his antics began to replace the relief you had been feeling. “Turns out, I didn’t need to worry at all. You already got someone!”

He came to a stop before Daisuke and clapped him on the shoulder in a gesture that was so overly friendly it was condescending.

“Homare,” you warned with a disapproving frown and Nishitani’s expression only grew more wild.

You heard Daisuke audibly gulp but when you looked at him, you were surprised to see that other than the way his hands were tightly clenched into fists at his sides, his unshakeable front remained resolute. Even when his eyes darted quickly down to the pin on Nishitani’s lapels, Daisuke’s expression showed no weakness. From the way Nishitani’s eyes began to gleam, it seemed that he had noticed as well.

“Now, who’re you?” he asked Daisuke and the moment was silent for a moment before replying stiffly.

“Kurata.”

“Ah, Kurata-kun.” His grin turned dangerous. “I’m Nishitani.”

He let the name sink in and then, catching both of you by surprise, he slammed his fist into Daisuke’s nose and the man crumpled to the ground.

“Daisuke-san!” you gasped and when you made to lean down and check on him, Nishitani’s hand shot out and pulled you back by your upper arm.

“Daisuke-kun, hm?” he asked as he watched the man in question clutching at his profusely-bleeding nose. And then, before you could stop him—as if you could stop him—he swung a kick at the man’s face and the smack of his foot hitting Daisuke’s face and then of Daisuke’s head hitting the concrete made you seethe.

“Nishitani!” you shouted and your harsh tone made him pause. He looked at you over his shoulder and when he saw the furious expression on your face, he sighed heavily before turning back to Daisuke. He crouched down beside the man’s groaning figure.

“And now you’ve gone and made my woman upset, Daisuke-kun. Can’t let that slide, can I?” He sounded almost regretful, but you knew it was all for show.

“Nishitani!” you cried out again angrily and when he looked back at you, you cut off whatever smart ass reply was surely coming with a slap across his face.

The harsh crack of your hand hitting his cheek seemed to eclipse all other sounds of the loud Sotenbori night. The force with which you had slapped him had caused his head to turn to the side where he kept it. You could see the way his shoulders began to rise and fall slightly quicker than before as his breathing sped up.

Finally, he slowly stood up and turned to you, his head soon following. When he looked at you, you were unsurprised at the raw hunger that was now present in his eyes. You pointed your finger at him angrily.

“Fix this. Now,” you demanded lowly. Nishitani looked down at your finger before returning his gaze to yours.

His grin grew wider and his tongue swept across his bottom lip. Your hand darted out to firmly take hold of his chin, your grip tight. You were close enough to see his pupils dilate as his breathing grew even more ragged. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his fingers beginning to twitch eagerly. You knew him well enough to know that if you looked down, you would be able to see the bulge in his pants.

Suddenly, he whistled sharply and the passenger side door to the car opened and one of Nishitani’s subordinates stepped out.

“Take care of this asshole,” he ordered the man, his voice taking on a raspy quality. His gaze didn’t waver from yours once. Your grip grew tighter momentarily in warning, your fingernails beginning to dig into his skin deeply enough that they would leave behind crescent-shaped imprints. Nishitani’s only reaction to the sharp, stinging sensation was the low chuckle that came from his chest. “Make sure he gets home all safe and sound. We don’t want anything happenin’ to him, do we?”

With a wordless nod, the man moved to Daisuke’s form. You gave Nishitani a satisfied look before releasing his chin entirely.

You turned to Daisuke one last time to see him groaning as he began to sit up. His face was covered in blood and there would be definite bruising and swelling, but no lasting damage appeared to have been done. It seemed even Nishitani knew when to pull his punches. You wanted to apologize to him and ask if he was alright but knew it would only set Nishitani off again.

In fact, even looking at Daisuke seemed to be too much for him and he slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and turning you away from the sight of the beaten and bloodied man towards the car. You gave him an unimpressed look, but otherwise put up no real protest—something that didn’t escape Nishitani’s notice.

As you let him lead you towards the backseat of the car, his arm slid from your shoulders, trailing down your back until his hand was on your ass, where he gave it a firm squeeze that made your breath hitch. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t turned on, but you weren’t about to tell him that.

Unfortunately, Nishitani was a smart man who knew you too well.

“Woman, I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” he growled into your ear and your heart sped up. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

You wouldn’t put it past him. He’d done it before.

But even as his words went right to your core, you were extremely reluctant to set a precedent of rewarding his jealousy. So, you shrugged off his arm and slid into the car until you were pressed against the other side. Nishitani let out a loud laugh at your reaction as he followed you inside. He shut the door behind him and the car took off.

Eager to close the distance between the two of you, Nishitani slid across the seat until he could wrap his arm back around your shoulders and place his hand on your knee. The only thing keeping his skin from touching yours was the thin pair of tights you were wearing under your skirt.

“That was overkill,” you scolded him, pushing his hand from your knee and crossing your arms.

“What d’you expect me to do? I haven’t seen you in weeks and when I finally have the chance to swing by, you’re dressed up in that skirt you knowgets me hard the second I look at it, only you’re wrapped up in some other asshole’s arms,” he complained, his hand going right back to your knee. Feeling emboldened when you didn’t push it away a second time, he leaned in and sank his teeth into your earlobe. Your sharp inhale and the way you tensed didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“He’s a nice guy!” you protested and that seemed to set Nishitani off because he sat back, moving his hand from your knee with a huff. However, his arm still remained around your shoulders.

“Pft. Nice,” he scoffed, like the word physically disgusted him and you quickly looked out the window so that he wouldn’t see the amused smile that you were trying to bite back.

“He’s also my best tipper,” you pointed out and his eye roll was so exaggerated it was almost comical.

“Woman, he tips you so much because he’s hoping you’ll get down on your knees for him and give him his first blowjob,” he argued dryly. “He’d probably blow his load right on the spot.”

You tried to hide your smile from him again, not wanting to encourage him. But he grabbed onto your chin and tilted your face towards him, running his thumb over your lips triumphantly when he saw they way they were quirked slightly upwards at the corners. You were tempted to meet his thumb with your tongue, but you weren’t ready to give in quite yet.

“Don’t want anyone ruining that pretty face of yours with their come, do we?” he asked, his voice low and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I suppose that includes yours, too?” you replied sarcastically and his smile grew sharp.

"Mine is the only come that should be getting anywhere near those lips or that pussy,” he corrected you and despite how wet you could feel yourself getting at his possessiveness, you were still upset with how he had taken his jealousy out on Daisuke.

If you wanted to be petty, you could bring up the numerous women he continued to sleep with outside of your odd relationship and the hypocrisy of you not being allowed to do the same. But truthfully, you didn’t really care.

Sensing that your frustration with him was still present, he smirked and reached his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket to pull out a neatly folded wad of cash. He then held it out to you.

“Here. I’m sure this’ll cover the entire amount that Daisuke-kun could’ve hoped to have tipped in the next ten years,” he said and your eyes widened at his boldness.

Carefully, you took the money and looked at the stack of bills. He was right. This money was more than you could expect to see working off of tips at the bar. You continued to examine the money with a surprised look for another moment longer before your eyes narrowed and you threw the cash back in his face.

The bills flew everywhere and it was probably the first time that you’d ever seen Nishitani taken aback and you couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore. He looked around at how the money had scattered across the car—in his lap, across the car seat, on the floor, and where it had even managed to fly into the front seat.

Finally, he turned to look at you and his smirk grew wider while the wildness in his eyes seemed more out-of-control than usual. He looked like he was ready to devour you. The tension between the two of you began to build.

Your tongue unconsciously peeked out to lick your bottom lip and that seemed to be the final straw for Nishitani. His lips were suddenly on yours in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. Before you could even really return it, he was already trailing his lips down along your jaw until he reached your neck.

You couldn’t hold back the soft moan at the sensation and you felt his free hand return to your knee where it quickly began to run up your inner thigh. However, your legs snapped shut before he could get too far, trapping his hand where it was.

“I’m not fucking you in front of an audience,” you told him firmly as you gestured to the driver. You left no room for negotiation in your tone and he let out a frustrated huff against your neck.

“Pull over!” Nishitani called to the driver before returning to mauling your neck. The sharp bites he made were quickly followed by his tongue sweeping out to soothe the skin. When his mouth moved to a spot below your ear, you gasped sharply and any lingering anger towards him quickly drained away.

“H-here, sir?” the man behind the steering wheel asked, slowing down the car as he pulled up to the curb.

Nishitani growled, annoyed at the interruption.

“A goddamn parking lot, an alley, I don’t fucking care. Find somewhere to park before I push you out of the car while it’s still going,” he replied, his impatience getting the better of him.

His attention returned to the spot on your neck that he knew drove you wild. When he gave it a harsh and loud suck, you moaned and your hand dropped to rest on his thigh. Your fingernails dug into his the material of his pants, surely scratching his skin as well.

You knew that come morning your neck would be covered in marks but couldn’t find it in you to care in the slightest. After having done this so many times before, you knew what to expect. With one final suck, he pulled away from your neck but only for a moment before he licked a line from to base of your neck to just behind your ear.

You moaned again and your grip on his pant leg grew tighter. You suddenly felt a warm weight on top of your hand as it was covered by his own. Pulling your hand away from his thigh, he directed it right to the prominent bulge in his pants where you hungrily gave him a firm squeeze, grinding the heel of your palm against his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping his head back against the back of the seat and sounding like he was in pure heaven. When you repeated the action but this time throwing in a twist of your wrist, his hips jerked up slightly into your touch.

You were so focused on Nishitani’s reaction that car coming to a stop was something that barely registered on the edge of your consciousness. However, the complete opposite appeared to be true for him.

“Out. Out. Fucking out,” he barked at the driver, having been eagerly awaiting the moment when he could have you to himself.

The driver had only just opened the car door when you let go of Nishitani’s cock to grab onto his tie and yank him towards you. His lips hungrily crashed against yours, your tongue immediately slipping into his mouth. Your free hand wrapped around the back of his neck, your nails digging into his skin before you dragged them up into his hair, making him swear loudly against your lips.

In the driver’s hurry to get out of the car, he slammed the door shut and the sound was loud enough to momentarily distract you from the kiss. Looking out the windshield, you saw that you were in an alley and that the driver was walking towards a group of what seemed to be kitchen staff from the restaurant you were parked behind taking a smoke break.

Nishitani took advantage of your distraction to grab you by the hips and pull you into his lap so that you were straddling him. He then yanked you down to grind against you and you moaned as you felt how hard he was. Using the hand that was still buried in his hair, you guided him back to your neck as you rocked your hips against his.

That final, thin strand of patience that he had snapped and you suddenly found yourself flat on your back on the car seat—which was still littered with cash—as Nishitani’s form pressed itself on top of you. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and allowing him to grind his cock against your clothed pussy.

Your eyes suddenly shot open at the sound of fabric ripping.

“Homare!” you cried out angrily when you saw the large hole that Nishitani had just torn in your tights as he sat back.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he said distractedly, his attention captured by the pair of black, lace underwear you were wearing. When you saw the hungry look written across his face, you reached up to grab his tie and gave it a harsh yank.

“Don’t. Rip. My. Underwear.”

Each word was punctuated with another sharp tug of his purple tie. You knew that the way you were roughly handling him was only turning him on more. When you went to pull on his tie one last time, his hand shot out to wrap tightly around your wrist. Leaning further over you, a predatory smile began to form on his lips.

“I can either rip ’em off or ruin them when I come in that sweet pussy of yours.” He looked down meaningfully and your breathing slightly sped up. “Actually, I like the sound of that.”

He brought his eyes back up to meet yours and the promise held within them was enough for you to slowly release his tie—your own silent acquiescence. You hated the smug chuckle he let out at your easy submission but you hardly had time to dwell on it. His following actions came in quick succession.

Releasing your wrist, he used the hand that wasn’t holding himself above you to shove aside the crotch of your underwear and position his cock at your entrance. And then, without any warning, he buried himself to the hilt inside of you in one stroke.

A scream was torn from your throat as your back arched up off the seat. Your fingers gripped onto the fabric of his jacket desperately at just how full you felt. He paused for just a moment to savor how helpless you looked beneath him. And then, with his hand holding onto your hip tight enough that he would leave bruises, he began to fuck you wildly.

Each thrust he made was met with gasps and loud cries that combined with his own grunts and the wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of you to create an obscene symphony that only served to make you feel hotter. You could feel your back sticking to both the leather car seat and the bills you were lying on top of where your shirt had ridden up as sweat began to roll in beads along your skin.

Nishitani let out a growl at the pink flush that had crept up your neck and into your cheeks and he suddenly needed to know how far down it went. In one smooth motion—and never ceasing the movement of his hips as they continued to slam into yours over and over again—he shoved up your shirt to your collarbone and then pulled down the cups of your bra so that your breasts spilled out from them.

He was rewarded with the sight of how pink your chest had turned as well as the lewd display of your tits bouncing with each thrust he made and an overwhelming wave of possessiveness crashed over him.

“If another man ever touches you like this, I’ll kill him,” he growled, his voice low and ragged as he panted with exertion. Your eyes opened to look up at him and you saw just how serious he was. “I’ll kill him on the spot.”

You couldn’t help the way your pussy clenched around him at the threat, contradicting every protest you made about his tendency for jealousy. As much as you argued with him for being too possessive of your affections, it was moments like this that kept you from fooling him and it showed in how smug he now looked.

Unwilling to let him have the last laugh, you let out your own fierce snarl and moved your hands to his shirt, gripping tightly onto the fabric and yanking it apart. The buttons popped off with the force and you could hear the sharp sounds of them hitting different surfaces as they flew in every direction. Nishitani’s amused huff was barely noticeable on the edges of your consciousness.

Right now, other than how he was pounding into you, the only thing that mattered was the sight of his chest and the large swaths of tattooed skin. His tie still hung loosely around his neck and rested against the only portion of his chest that remained unmarked—a line about an inch or so wide that stretched from his neck down to his groin. You knew that if you had been able to pull off his jacket and shirt entirely, the tattoos would have extended all the way down to his wrists.

Digging your nails into his chest just enough to sting and make Nishitani hiss, you traced the swirling black clouds. When you came across the red and pink peony that was tattooed over his heart, you suddenly wished you were riding him so that you could bend down and sink your teeth into the skin.

Or even better, if you were in your bedroom, he could be fucking you against your dresser. With your full-length mirror on the opposite side of the room, you would then be able to see the fearsome-looking, severed head that was tattooed across his back—warning those who dared to cross him what kind of enemy they were making—and how the tattoos of swirling mist continued down to the backs of his knees.

The attention you were lavishing upon his inked skin stroked Nishitani’s already rather large ego. The tattoos were a symbol of his status as the Kijin Clan Patriarch, of all the blood and sweat he had shed for the Omi Alliance, and that he wasn’t to be fucked with. He wasn’t a patient man and as such it was rare for him to take his time and fuck you slowly, but when the rare mood did strike him, those long sessions always began with you running your mouth up and down his body, tracing his tattoos with your tongue.

Somehow, his thrusts managed to grow even rougher as he basked in the awe you had for his marked skin and you winced, letting out a hiss when you felt him bump up against your cervix. You dropped your hand from his chest and propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Fuck,” you cried out and the whimper that followed turned his expression feral. “Ease up.”

Nishitani might have been an asshole, but when it came down to it, he was an asshole who had always respected your boundaries. Without so much as a word of protest, he slowed his thrusts to a glacial pace that had you wriggling against him.

“I said to ease up, not to stop,” you snapped and he grinned. Leaning back, he planted one foot on the floor of the car for support and then grabbed one of your legs.

Throwing you a conceited wink, he tossed it over his shoulder and the new angle had you dropping back to the car seat with a gasp. He gave a harsh and well-placed thrust that ripped the breath from your lungs.

“Better?” he asked without even attempting to hide the smugness from his voice. But you were too caught up in your pleasure to care. You absently nodded as you tossed your head back, your eyes closed at all the areas he was now able to hit.

He then resumed the same punishing pace as before that had you crying out in ecstasy all over again. The only flaw to this position was that you were no longer able to hold onto his shoulders to anchor yourself. While one hand clutched onto the edges of his jacket, your other struggled to find purchase. You scratched at the leather of the car seat beneath you but your fingers were too sweaty to get a proper grip.

Instead, you threw your arm above you, your palm pressing flat against the car door and allowing you the support you needed to meet each one of Nishitani’s thrusts. However, when he leaned further down towards you, the leg over his shoulder caused him to change the angle yet again and your hand slipped against the door until your fingers caught the door handle.

With the way he was continuing to fuck you and the way you were using the door for leverage, your eyes shot open in surprise when you felt the door give way as you accidentally pushed it wide open. Nishitani’s howl of laughter at the way you scrambled to pull it closed only to find it was too far away echoed along the walls of the alleyway.

“Leave it,” he grinned, his eyes glinting dangerously and you glared up at him, still trying to grab onto the door.

“Your minion and his friends are outside,” you argued, not having forgotten about the driver and the restaurant staff who were only a few meters away.

Nishitani’s annoyed eye roll at your disregard for his suggestion was undercut by his amused scoff at your description of his subordinate. He then sat up straight, the motion causing his cock to slip out of you and your walls involuntarily clenched at the sudden emptiness.

Your attention was pulled away from the door when he adjusted his hold on you. Moving his hands to the backs of your knees, he pushed them forward until you were you practically bent in half and his face was only inches from yours.

“Let ’em fucking hear what I’m doing to you,” he snarled, his wild expression making your pussy clench around nothing yet again.

Without waiting for your reply and with the skill of a man who’d had plenty of practice, he lined himself up at your entrance without needing his hands and slammed his cock inside of you. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip in an effort to stifle your shriek, still conscious of the group of men close by.

Nishitani growled at the sight, a primal urge inside of him wanting them to hear you, to know that he was the one making you fall apart, to know that you were his. His pace managed to grow even more savage and when he angled his cock just right, hitting your g-spot, he got what he was looking for.

The scream you let out was so obscene and so saturated with pleasure that no one could mistake its origin. Despite finally getting the response he wanted, he refused to let up. He continued to pound away at your pussy, making sure his cock slammed against your g-spot with each savage thrust.

“Aah! Aah! Fuck!” you wailed, your head tossed back against the seat to expose your neck to him. The sight of your skin littered in the marks he had only just left and that told the world you were taken almost had him coming on the spot.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

Dropping one of your knees, he moved his fingers to your clit and began to furiously rub the oversensitive bundle of nerves. When he timed the movements perfectly with another thrust to your g-spot, he got his wish.

“H-Homare!” you shrieked as your pussy clamped down around him, your orgasm hitting you so hard that it hurt in the most wonderful of ways.

The sensation of your walls tightly spasming around him combined with how his name sounded when you were screaming it in the throes of your orgasm was enough to finally undo him. He roared as he slammed himself inside of you one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came, your pussy milking his cock dry.

As you slowly came down from the heights of your orgasm, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears warred with the loud, ragged breaths as both you and Nishitani tried to recover. Your eyelids fluttered open to see the roof of the car and when you gathered up the energy to tilt your head down slightly, you felt your own sense of smug pride fill you at the how utterly wrecked the Kijin Clan Patriarch looked.

His shoulders were rising and falling as he panted heavily and his hair had fallen forward, the sweaty strands sticking to his forehead. His shirt was ruined from where you had ripped it open at the front and the knot of his tie was askew from how you had been pulling on it earlier. He brought up a hand and yanked on it, pulling the knot loose so that it was easier for him to breath but refrained from taking it off completely, so it still hung between the tattoos on his chest.

And of course, he still hadn’t pulled out of you so you remained connected.

This was why you didn’t care about Nishitani’s disinclination to remain monogamous. He could fuck as many other women as he wanted. The only thing that mattered to you was that when all was said and done, he always came back to you because no woman could ruin him in the way that you could.

Nishitani finally managed to lift his own head from where it had dropped forward and as looked at you, he must have seen your thoughts written across your face because he grinned and leaned down. Releasing the leg he was still holding onto, he grabbed onto the back of your neck and slammed his lips against yours in a possessive kiss.

The rough nature of his hold and his kiss was belied by the way his lips lingered as he began to pull away. You brought your hand up push his hair back, your fingers trailing through his strands before coming down to cup his cheek gently. He turned his head in your hold and pressed his lips to your palm in a kiss that was much sweeter than a man like Nishitani had any right to be.

After a moment, he finally leaned back but not before reaching out to grab onto the car door handle to finally close it, shutting away the evening chill with it. His cock slipped out of you as he sat back against the seat and he tucked himself away and fastened his pants with sluggish movements. The entire time, his eyes were trained on the mess left behind.

“Fuck, you look good like that,” he smirked as he watched his come leak out of your pussy and onto the black leather of the car seat while you laid on a pile of money.

Deciding to toy with him just a little, you raised an eyebrow and threw him an impish smile. You ran your fingers over the lips of your pussy, collecting some of his come, before bringing them up to your mouth to suck them clean. With your fingers still in your mouth, you looked up to Nishitani to see that the feral look in his eyes had returned.

After a few moments, he shook his head to break himself from his stupor. Curling his hand into a fist, he brought it to his mouth and sank his teeth into his knuckles with a groan.

“Fuck, woman. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he complained, an exaggerated strain to his voice that made you laugh.

You then dropped your legs into his lap and wiggled them pointedly. When he raised a confused eyebrow at you, you laughed again.

“Help me take off my tights. I need something to clean up with and they’re already ruined.” You made no mention that the reason they were ruined was because of Nishitani’s lack of self-control.

Tossing off your shoes, one right after the other, he then began to yank on your tights. You lifted up your hips to help push them down and you heard the fabric ripping even further with his less-than-careful handling of them.

Once they were off, Nishitani balled them up and tossed them to you. His hand dropped to your now bare ankle where he wrapped his fingers around it and lifted it up so that he could place a kiss on the inside. The action was surprisingly tender and it caused your breath to catch in your throat.

Just that one small press of his lips to your ankle had you feeling more naked than you did with your skirt shoved up to your waist and your tits still hanging out.

You looked away from him as you wiped away the mess with the tights, the white streaks standing out against the black fabric. Once you were done, you dropped them onto the floor of the car before readjusting your underwear—wincing in slight disgust at having to wear them with how wet they were—and pulled your skirt back down.

Shifting to your side slightly, you ran your hand over your back and swiped away the loose bills that had stuck to your skin in the midst of your fucking. You then rolled onto your back again and fixed the cups of your bra and your shirt so that while you still looked good and thoroughly fucked, you at least wouldn’t find yourself being arrested for indecent exposure when you stepped out of the car.

Nishitani set your ankle back in his lap before reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He slid two cigarettes from the pack and placed both of them between his lips. He lit them in a smooth motion and then handed one to you, which you took wordlessly. You moved up so that your head was leaning back against the door, allowing you to look at him fully.

His hand was resting on your knee and the weight of it felt much heavier than anyone else’s would have.

This was something else that kept you from feeling insecure about where the two of you stood—the after. You knew that you were the only woman that Nishitani didn’t run off on the moment he came. This sort of playful banter and intimacy was something that was only shared between the two of you.

“You ruined my shirt,” he said, breaking the silence that had settled over the car, looking down at the buttons that had popped off his shirt, keeping it open so that his tie rested against his bare chest.

“You’re one to talk,” you scoffed back, gesturing to your tights with your cigarette and he only grinned.

The conversation lapsed again, the resulting silence just as comfortable as the last. Nishitani took his cigarette from his lips and flicked the ash into the car door’s ashtray before bringing it back to his lips.

“The old man’s been on my back again,” he eventually grumbled before turning his gaze to you and giving you a look of pure annoyance. “Just marry me already, woman.”

You looked at him for a long moment before averting your eyes as you flicked the ash from your own cigarette with a wordless shake of your head. This wasn’t a new topic for the pair of you. It didn’t come up in every conversation, but it came up enough. Enough for you to at least know how serious he was about it.

“Why?” he asked, a whine in his voice and he dropped his head to rest back against the seat, his head still turned to you.

You were silent.

“Is it the women?” he asked, his tone uncharacteristically hesitant, concerned that he might upset you with the issue. You wondered if in the back of his mind, he didn’t really believe you when you assured him it didn’t bother you as long as he used protection.

Your eyes remained focused on the cigarette dangling between your fingers and thought about it. You could say yes and it would be believable. He would drop the subject of marriage entirely forever because he would never change his ways, even for you.

If you didn’t want to use the women as an excuse, there were a million other answers that would be just as plausible—he was too old for you, he was too aggressive and impulsive, you didn’t see him often enough, being married to a yakuza was too dangerous. But, just like the women, none of that mattered to you.

However, you felt an inexplicable compulsion to tell him the truth.

“It’s because you live too hard and too fast and I can’t watch them put you in an early grave,” you murmured and you finally chanced looking back up at him. You were taken aback by the way his expression suddenly softened into something you so rarely saw. Underneath his gaze, you felt incredibly vulnerable.

He softly breathed out your name and your eyes widened at his use of it.

In all the time that you’d known Nishitani, you could count the number of times that he’d referred to you by name on one hand. When you’d first met and he’d been trying to get into your pants, it had been “sweetheart” and “baby.” As the months went on and you continued to refuse him, those sweet pet names had quickly devolved into an annoyed “woman.”

But as you got to know him, you began to recognize how that one word became wrapped up in admiration and his own twisted sense of affection. It was only once you began to sleep together that you realized that he called you “woman” because to him, you were the only woman who mattered.

You felt it then, those three words on the tip of your tongue threatening to come spilling from your lips. But, just like marriage, it was a line that you wouldn’t cross. There was something about saying them that you felt would put you in too deep, like if you were to say them, you wouldn’t be able to recover if something happened to him.

You purposely ignored the voice in the back of your head telling you it was already too late for that.

Ever the coward, you dropped your gaze again, no longer able to look at him. You heard the car window roll down just a crack and you assumed it was so he could toss away his cigarette before you felt him shifting underneath your legs. The movement caused you to look back up and you saw him moving to lean over you until his forehead was resting against yours.

You closed your eyes and let senses be overwhelmed by him. He smelled like smoke, sweat, and something uniquely Nishitani. Using the hand that wasn’t holding your cigarette, you gently carded your fingers through his hair. He captured your lips in a lazy kiss, his tongue briefly slipping into your mouth before he pulled back. Your eyelids fluttered open when you felt him then press his lips to your forehead before sitting back up.

Nishitani had never said the words either, even when discussing marriage. But moments like this, when the crass and impulsive yakuza softened, were why he didn’t have to.

Propping your cigarette back between your lips, you took a long drag before exhaling and filling the car with smoke. Nishitani’s gesture and the nicotine worked together to soothe your rough and jagged emotions. Seeming to sense that the heavy moment between you was beginning to pass, he clapped his hand back on your knee and rolled down the window further.

“Oi, we’re all done in here!” he shouted out into the alleyway to the driver, his voice back to the same boisterous tone and volume as was usual for him.

For a second, you wondered if you should be self-conscious of the way the car surely smelled like sex before disregarding the notion entirely. The entire alley already knew what you and Nishitani had been doing and this was far from the first time that one of Nishitani’s subordinates had been forced to wait around while the pair of you fucked.

Your cigarette burned closer and closer to the filter and you held it out for Nishitani, who took it and threw it out the window for you before closing it entirely. The driver-side door opened as the man slid in behind the wheel without a word. You remained comfortably sprawled across the back seat with your legs in Nishitani’s lap.

As the car pulled out back onto the Sotenbori streets, Nishitani looked back down at you. His hand trailed a few inches further down from your knee towards your inner thigh. There was a glimmer of some unreadable emotion in his eyes that he attempted to cover up with a hungry grin.

“When we get home, I’ll eat your pussy until you can’t think straight enough to worry about any of this,” he said and you sharply inhaled at the offer. Your thighs squeezed together with want, trapping his hand and making him chuckle lowly.

But underneath the lust that was starting slowly build all over again in your veins, there was a warmth that was entirely unrelated.

Home.

Marriages and confessions of undying love were steps that you refused to take with Nishitani. But for him to consider your place home? That was something you could.

And if that little voice in your head picked back up again, telling you that you were a fool for believing there was still a safe level of emotional distance between the two of you, then so be it.

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