#tw.cum play

[croimilis]

private show

title: private show

characters: peter parker x stark!avenger!reader

rating: 18+

words: 8k

theme: smut, porn with minor plot, a little sweet moment between reader, shang-chi and america

warning: smut, filthy smut, alcohol. titty job, oral (m and f receiving),hair pulling, praise, thigh riding, fingering, nipple play, reader has nipple piercings, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please assume some type of other contraception is used), multiple orgasms (both m and f), cum swallowing, peters a bit of  perv, mentions of birth control, creampie, dom!peter, confident!peter, cum eating, cum play, peter calls reader ‘princess’ maybe a little too much, soft!peter, aftercare, a little bit of subdrop

summary:  “turn down the lights and watch my private show”

you notice peter has an obsession with your tits, so you offer to give him a private show

tags: @xoxabs88xox​

a/n: all characters are 18+ (specifically 21 as there is drinking mentioned), this was meant to be short and sweet, but i’m slowly learning i cannot do anything in moderation and it is most definitely the most filthy smut i have ever written

He was staring again, his eyes following you throughout the room from the moment you entered. You could feel them burning into your skin as you walked, greeting various benefactors and members of the Avengers with you arm wrapped around Tony’s, to be specific you could feel them burning into the skin of the cleavage you had exposed in your deep cut dress where the ‘v’ almost reached your belly button.

It wasn’t the first time you had noticed Peter staring at your boobs, it was one of many over the last couple of months and you were sure he was staring long before it came to your attention and you don’t know how you didn’t notice sooner. After all, Peter Parker was not discreet in any way shape or form outside of his role as Spiderman.

When you first noticed it was soon after you had gotten your nipples pierced, much to your fathers horror and everyone else's amusement as Tony freaked out about his ‘sweet innocent little angel falling into temptations’ despite knowing you had not been innocent since the age of 16 when you asked him to go on birth control specifying why (he looked like he was ready to drop dead at that very second while Peper just looked on with an amused smile).

Given the pain of the piercings, you were reluctant to wear a bra for the first few days and instead floated about in loose tank tops and camis that were just tight enough to show your new piercings but not enough that it would hurt. This particular day, you were sitting at the kitchen island of the compound just scrolling on your phone as you waited for Tony and Bruce to be finished in the lab because you were supposed to be heading out to lunch with your dad.

As Peter walks into the kitchen, you flash him a smile and give a small “”hey” in greeting before turning your eyes back to your phone. Peter on the other hand could not keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tried. In general, Peter thought you were stunning, this complete otherworldly creature that he could only describe as heavenly and he was completely and utterly infatuated from the moment he saw you all those years ago when he first joined the Avengers at the young of age of 16, that was 5 years ago now and he was still completely enamoured with you. Probably even more so now that he actually knew you as a person.

But recently Peter has become completely obsessed with a particular part of your body, he just couldn’t help himself. It seemed that every time you were around his eyes would drift towards your chest and stay there for much longer than was deemed polite, though he was sure that by even looking he was way past the point of politeness, and today was no different.

Especially with the way the bars of your new piercings were pushing against the fabric of your shirt, as if inviting him to have a look and he couldn’t look away, not as you greeted him, not as he leaned against the kitchen counter while eating the apple he had lifted, not as you tell him about the newest article about Spiderman and (hero name) and how there’s rumours the two are sleeping together or romantically involved and snort at some of the comments being made about the two of you, and not as Tony walks into the room to take you for your lunch. He prays to every god that could exist, including Thor and Loki, that you don’t notice the way his eyes suddenly snap up to your face as you give him a goodbye, like all the other times he stares he hopes you don’t notice.

But unlike all the other times before, you notice this time. You had actually looked up from your phone for a split second to try and read Peter’s expression as you tell him about the news article you were reading and had noticed that while he was listening, he was focused on something other than your voice and he was not being discreet about it with the way his eyes lingered and a light flush dusted his cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

Instead of questioning him, you simply smirk and look back down to your phone, a small blush spreading across your cheeks at the attention. After all, similar to Peter, you harboured an attraction to him from the first time you met at 16 years old but never thought it was reciprocated in any way but now you knew you were going to have fun with it.

After that you started noticing him staring more often.Like that one time after training with Natasha when you were in nothing but a sports bra and pair of athletic shorts, he seemed to be watching the way the sweat that had gathered on your body was dripping down between your cleavage with such intensity you could almost feel his gaze burning into our skin. That day you had to suppress a smirk and pretend like you were just getting a headache as Nat turned to you with a weird look and asked what was up, after all just because you knew didn’t mean everyone else had to know.

Or that time you were at an Avengers themed Halloween party some fraternity at your college was throwing and you had gone as Black Widow, taking one of Nats old cat suits and adjusting it to your body measurements to do so. Still, even with adjustments the suit was tight around your chest and squeezed your breasts together in a way that made sure they would be hard to miss. You had meet up with Peter (obviously dressed as Spiderman) and MJ (who refused to participate but still wore an Avengers t-shirt) at the party and immediately noticed how Peter’s eyes drifted to your chest before they bounced back to your eyes, a flush spreading across his cheeks as he stuttered out a greeting and practically choked on his own spit causing MJ to turn to him with a ‘wtf’ look and a “dude are you okay?”

You simply batted your eyelashes at him, inwardly grinning to yourself, and asked in your most innocent voice, “Yeah, Pete. You okay?” Peter swore he was going to die that very second had it not been for Flash (who was dressed up as Spiderman as well, though he claimed his looked more authentic despite the fact that Peter was simply wearing one of his old costumes) coming up and stealing your attention from Peter with a “(Y/N)! You’re looking great.”

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There were moments like that scattered throughout the few months since you had noticed him staring for the first time, all of them leading up to this night and your choice of dress. Natasha and Wanda had helped you pick it out, a gorgeous black that hugged close to your figure and showed off all your curves beautifully with a deep deep ‘v’ neckline that showed of your tits like they were pieces of art to be shown off, Tony had nearly had heart failure when he had seen you in it for the first time a week earlier as he walked in on Pepper adjusting the length for you. Which to you, meant it was absolutely perfect for what you wanted it for.

Your eyes roam  around the room for a bit, your arms wrapped around Tonys as talks to another benefactor and Admiral Simpson or something like that, you had stopped caring three Admirals ago, looking for Peter. When your eyes finally meet his, you smile and excuse yourself from the conversation to go and join him at the large window showing off the lights of New York below.

Peter is standing by himself, occasionally bringing the beer in his hand to his mouth to take a sip. These events weren’t really his scene, while Peter loved a good party he hated the formality around the Avengers events and so he usually kept to himself and relegated himself to a corner of the room where he could nurse a beer the whole night and just watch as the party slipped by him. Sometimes you joined him in his corner, bringing cheesy jokes and conversations that kept his mind busy, other times the two of you would escape and he would take you swinging around the city and you would end up sitting on some random rooftop his suit jacket wrapped around your shoulders to fight of the cold as you ate some of the best pizza greasy New York had to offer.

It seemed this night you decided to just join him, lifting a champagne flute from the tray of a waiter as they passed you by and downing its contents in second leaving a red residue behind from your lipstick. You stand in front of him, a small smile on your face as you do so and greet him with a gentle “hey” that he reciprocated, though you have to stop your smile from turning into a smirk as his eyes moved down your face and across your body, fully taking you in, lingering a little too long on your chest.

As Peter greets you, eyes quickly snapping up to meet yours, you let out a small chuckle and reach a hand out, wrapping it gently around his wrist and slowly moving it up her arm as you lean close to his ear, your chest pressing against his lightly as you do so.

“If you like staring at my tits so much, why don’t I give you a private show?” You smirk to yourself and bite down on your bottom lip, you were so close you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks as the blush spread across his face rapidly.

You remove your hand from his bicep, slowly trailing it up his shoulder as you walk behind Peter, your chest now very flush with his back, you keep going your hand now gently wrapped around Peter’s neck as you tilt his head upwards so he’s looking at ceiling and you lips are right beside his ear, “Meet me in my room in 30 minutes”

You would go now, but the party had only started and as the daughter of the host it would be rude of you to not make the rounds, have at least 1 drink and socialise a bit with the other avengers, and maybe just maybe you wanted to torment the poor soul just a little. You remove your hand from Peter's neck and fully turn away from him, instead facing the bar and you smile at Natasha, who was behind the bar as usual much preferring to work at these events than have to socialise and who was already preparing a (preferred drink) for you.

As you approach, she cocks and eyebrow and gives you a sly but questioning look as if she knew exactly what you were up to., placing the drink down on the counter in front of you. “What are you doing that poor boy?”

You simply roll your eyes and lift the drinking, bringing it to your lips, eyes ghosting over to where Peter now stood in shock with a bright blush spreading across his cheeks and his head whipping from side to side to make sure no one else had seen what had happened. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Nat.”

“Uh-uh, as if you couldn’t cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a butterknife.” You snort at her comment, leaning your back against the bar and placing your elbows on it as well for extra stability in your heels as Nat leans on the bar at your side, arms crossed over the counter and her head tilted towards you, “Just make safe choices, we don’t need any little Iron Spiderlings running around.”

This time you roll your eyes at her comment and down the rest of your drink, your eyes finding a very nervous looking Shang-chi and America being hounded by a bunch of benefactors who want to know simply everything about the pair, well more specifically about what they could do. You push yourself of the bar and turn to Nat to place a kiss to her cheek, “I always make safe choices Nat,” Natasha rolls her eyes at you as she leans into the kiss and you give her a cheeky smile as you make your way over to the nervous pair and the five or six benefactors surrounding them.

“Okay, why don’t we give them some space to breathe?” The benefactors all turn to look at you at the sound of your voice, your eyes are narrowed into a glare, your face hardened and arms crossed over your chest, even if they didn’t know what exactly you were capable off and the fact that you could kill them all twice over in just a few seconds they would still be intimidated from your look alone, after all your glare could rival Medusas and turned most people into living statues as they stared at you in fear, a skill you have to thank Natasha for. They all gulp down their fear, shuffling away from Shang-Chi and America with nervous looks on their face and all muttering some form of “of course Miss. Stark” or “sorry Miss.Stark.”, preferring to use your real name over your hero name as if refusing to address you as your hero name gave them some sort of power over you.

You kept the glare on your face until the last of them disappeared out of your sight, instead going to bother some other members of the Avengers (probably Sam and Bucky) who would have no problem either entertaining them or telling them to fuck right off. As the last one disappears, you drop the glare and turn to Shang-Chi and America with a soft smile and nothing but kindness in your eyes. “You guys okay?”

America says nothing and just nods her head as she wrings her hands together nervously and Shang-chi gulps down his nerves and answers you, “Yeah..we’re…we’re good.” With a chuckle you realise they were scared of you and you reach out a hand to take Americas, rubbing soft circles against her skin as you do so to try and ease her nerves, “Relax, that look is reserved for those vultures and the press.”

Shang-Chi nods his head and you can see the tension leave his shoulders slightly, though not completely, and you can feel some of the tension leave America as she winds her fingers in with yours as a form of comfort. “Other then those guys, how are you guys?”

A shaky breath leaves Shang-Chi lips, “Nervous,” you nod along to him and hum softly in response, “Your first event is always the hardest, but you get used to them after a while and you learn how to tell those dicks to fuck off without feeling guilty about it.” America lets out a giggle at your words and you smile at her, she’s a sweet girl and being around the age you were when you first joined the Avengers you felt a sisterly need to look after her.

You spend the next 20 minutes just talking to the pair, calming their nerves and reassuring them that they were going to be fine. Every Avenger in the room had their backs and all it would take is one word and they would handle anyone giving them bother, especially Stephen Strange who had formed an attachment to America.

Once their nerves were calmed she started to get to know each other a little more, you talked about your mothers and how much you adored and missed them, Shang-Chi told you about Ta Lo and America told you about the Utopian parallel universe she was from and you spoke about the small cottage in the middle of nowhere your mother raised you in, surrounded by nothing but woods and nature, it was your perfect little corner of the world untouched by anyone else until she got sick. It was nice to talk about, most people you spoke to about your mother always showed sympathy and seemed to focus on the the loss rather than who she was as a person, but Shang-Chi and America wanted to know about her, about your life with her, not the grief, not the loss, but the good moments, the memories you shared with her and the love.

The conversation shifts quickly as Shang-Chi and America start to discuss some movie they had both seen that weekend, and you take that moment to excuse yourself from the pair as you notice Peter slip out of the room. You make your way towards the back of the room, skirting the edges and disappearing into the shadows as you do making it easy for you to slip out of the room without being noticed by most people, the only ones that do are Natasha and Bucky and they share a knowing look and small smirk before they turn back to their conversation.

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As quickly as you slip into your room, you’re slammed against the cool metal of the door as it slides closed behind you with a hand roughly grabbing at your hips and another slamming against the door at the side of your face effectively trapping you against it. Your eyes instantly snap up to meet with Peter’s, his pupils blown wide and full of lust, you simply smirk up at him and bite down on your lip.

He’s so close, pressing his body against yours and you can feel the bulge that is barely contained by his dress pants pressing against you, can feel the rippling muscles of his abdomen as they press against your chest and his hot breath against your face as he leans in towards yu, yet still you want him impossibly closer to you. The desire that has been boiling away inside you these past few months finally bubbling over and igniting every nerve ending in your body, leaving you consumed by want, by need.

Your own breath starts to come out heavy and laboured as the desire begins to pull in your stomach, especially as Peter squeezes at your hips and slowly starts to move his hand upwards, ghosting over your torso and going higher and higher until his palm is barely touching the side of your breast while his fingers gently dug into your rips.

“I believe you owe me a show princess.”

You were used to the term ‘princess’ being thrown around when discussing you, usually by the press or by the people who thought you got everything handed to you by Tony since you were introduced to the world as his daughter at your 18 birthday. The people who called you princess used the word like a knife in an attempt to cut into you and see you bleed so they could inject their venom directly into your blood and turn you into the bitchy socialite they wanted you to be, that way they would be justified in their horribleness towards you.

But Peter’s tone did not hold any venom it, his voice had not be sharpened into a knife edge meant to dig into your skin, Instead it was honey rich and smooth and slipped off his tongue almost like a prayer, warming you from the inside and sending another pang of desire rolling through your bones.

Peter steps back from you, his arms moving from your side and waist but despite the absence you can still feel their lingering warmth through the fabric of your dress, and he sits himself down on the edge of your bed with his forearms against his thighs as he leans forward slightly and regards you with an intense, almost predatory gaze.

It sends a shiver down your spines and warmth to your core and the intensity of the look causes your hands to shake as you reach to the back of your dress and slowly pull down the zipper. You were deliberate with your speed, wanting to tease Peter just a little while longer and maybe a part of you was hoping he would jump to his feet and rip the zipper down himself. But he doesn’t.

Instead, as the slipper slowly moves down your back,you notice the vein in his jaw jump as he clenches it tighter and tighter. As the zip finally reaches the bottom, just above your ass, you let the sleeves of the dress fall from your arms which allows the fabric to pool at your feet, leaving you in only your heels. You stand there for a second, watching as Peter’s eyes widen at your bare form, after all the tightness of your dress did not leave room for panties or bra lines. His reaction causes a smirk to rise on your lips.

“You’re fucking stunning princess.”

You step out of the fabric at your feet, your heels clicking against the ground as you stalk towards him. As you reach him, his hands wrap around your bare thighs and he gives them a gentle squeeze as he stares up at you before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss against your hip. You cup your hands around his jaw, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you bend down to place a gentle kiss against his lips.

The kiss starts soft but quickly turns heated as Peter grips at your thigh and causes a small gasp to leave your lips, which Peter uses to shove his tongue into your mouth. You moan into Peter’s mouth as he twirls his tongue around yours before pulling it back and biting down gently on your lip, one of his hands moves from your thigh and trails ever closer to where you need him most and he smirks into the kiss as he feels your wetness seeping down your  thigh, the effect he has on you fueling his ego.

Peter pulls away from the kiss and pulls his hand away from your thigh, a light residue from the wetness on your thigh coating his fingers, “This all for me baby?”

You nod, not knowing where this confident side of Peter had come from but loving it all the same, “Yes Peter, all for you.” He lets out a hum and sucks his fingers into his mouth, savouring the lingering taste of you as he looks up at your flushed cheeks through his long lashes. You gulp at the sight, moving your hands from his jaw line and down onto his shoulders, trailing down his arms as you lower yourself down onto your knees in front of him.

You rest your hands over his clothed thigh and look up at Peter with lightly veiled innocence, your big doe eyes lust blown to the point that the [colour] of your irises were almost completely gone, eclipsed by the blackness of your pupils, and slightly parted lips now imprinted in Peter's mind and locked away somewhere safe for those lonely nights in the future where he will most definitely be touching himself thinking about this night.  “Let me take care of you Peter, please?”

When you look at him like that and ask in that almost begging tone, who was he to tell you no, “Go ahead baby.”

With his permission, you’re moving your hand from his thigh and to the zipper of his pants pulling it down and then pulling down both his pants and boxers in on go, Peter lifting his hips slightly to make it easier for you, letting them pool around his ankles and you lick your lips at the sight of his cock bouncing against his stomach once its released from his boxers.

You keep your hands on high thighs and lean forward, your tongue making contact with the base of Peter’s cock and causing a groan to fall from Peter’s lip that only amplifies as you lick up to the tip and suck the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. The moan Peter lets out is like music to your ears and encourages you to do it again, running your tongue over the slit as you do, before starting to bob up and down on his length.

You do your best to take him all in your mouth, but you struggle to do so, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. Your inability to take all of him in your mouth sparks an idea in your mind, one you're sure Peter is going to love. Pushing yourself up on your knees so you’re just that little bit higher, you lean forward and slot Peter’s cock into the valley of your breasts and Peter nearly faints at the sight.

Your pretty lips all swollen from the kiss and from sucking his cock, your pretty little boobs wrapped around his cock, its another image seared into his mind and stored away for later use. As you press your hands into the side of your boobs, tightening their hold on his cock, and start moving them up and down, the moan Peter lets out can only be described as unholy and it adds fuel to the already raging fire inside you as you clench and unclench around nothing and rub your thighs together for just a little bit of friction or relief, though it offers none.

You continue your ministrations with your tits, watching through heavy lashes as Peter’s face contorts in pleasure and he struggles to hold in the moans and groans that are falling intermittently from his lips, between words of praise about how good you’re making him feel and being such a good girl for him, you would admit it to no one (not even Peter) but his words went straight to your core and caused you to clench even harder around nothing.

You reach your tongue out, giving kitten licks to the mushroom tip and over his slit as often as you could between the thrust of yours boobs, causing Peter to throw his head back and pleasure and reach a hand out to grab at the hair at the back of your head, “Shit , princess… you’re killing me here.”

That’s all the encouragement you need to keep going, darting your tongue out and swiping across Peters head almost every time it gets close to your mouth, licking up the precum leaking out of the tip, and squeezing your boobs even tighter around his cock as you do so, another groan forces itself out of Peters mouth as his hand tightens in your hair, causing a moan to fall from your own lips. “I’m so close, you gonna let me cum all over those pretty tits of yours princess?”

“Yes Peter, please cum all over my tits”

The desperation in your voice, the almost begging tone lacing it causes Peter to lose his composure and control as he shoots rope after rope of cum over your chest as you continue to move your boobs over him, the cum spreading down the valley and up onto your chest with some even landing in your mouth on your waiting tongue that you had stuck out when he started to cum.

Peter pants as you let go of your boobs and sit back, his hand leaves your hair and instead cups your jaw gently in a stark contrast with how hard he had been gripping at the roots where he runs a finger across your chin to swipe up the cum that had hit against it. He taps his thumb against your lips and you open, sucking his thumb into your mouth and moaning at the sensuality of it. It’s another image Peter will have seared in the back of his brain for the rest of his life.

As Peter focuses on the image of you, on your knees sucking on his thumb covered in his cum, you swipe some of the cum of your chest letting it cover your fingers before you pull back of his thumb and instead suck your own fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them to get as much cum off them as you can. Your eyes are staring up at Peter’s through your eyelashes, watching as the irises almost completely disappear, existing as the smallest rings around the pitch blackness of the blown out pupil, when you pull your fingers from your mouth with a ‘pop’ Peter is quick to pull you into a rough kiss, instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth.

You moan at the sensation of his tongue massaging yours, reaching your hands up and wrapping them around his neck, rising back up so Peter’s not having to bend over as much, tangling your hands a little bit less than gently in his hair and giving it a gentle tug, which causes Peter to let put a deep almost animalistic growl that has you clenching your thighs together even tighter, the movement of which Peter notices and he’s pulls away from you, a cocky smirk on his face.

“You took such good care of me princess…” His hand ghosts across your thigh until he’s hovering over your core, so close you can feel the heat emanating from it, and then ever so slowly he runs a finger through your folds, pressing against your clit with the slightest pressure as he does so and causing a whine to fall from your lips because god was it the most heavenly thing you’ve felt recently but it just was not enough, “Now let me take care of you.”

He takes your arms in his hands, guiding you to standing before he strips himself of his blazer and dress shirt, throwing them to the ground somewhere in your room. He lets you go and sits back down on the bed, patting his thigh as an invitation for you to sit. It's one you take almost immediately, throwing on leg over and lowering yourself down so that the fabric of his trousers make contact with your bare cunt and rubbing so deliciously on your clit as you do, ripping a moan from your throat as you do. "You have such pretty moans, pretty girl."

Peter grips onto your hips, fingers digging in a way that was painful to the point you were sure they were going to leave bruises but also amplified the pleasure coursing through your veins. Peter starts to move you up and down his thigh, the friction of the fabric rubbing on your clit at a brutal pace sending shockwaves through you and causing you to throw your head back as moans continually fall from your lips.

“Does that feel good?” You nod your head and Peter tenses his thigh underneath you, bouncing his knee alongside it pulling another loud moan from your lips at pleasure overwhelms your senses, “Come on princess, you gotta use your words.”

You let out a whine at the sensation, the motion of the bounce putting delicious pressure and friction against your clit that has you almost seeing stars, “Fe-feels s’good Peter.” Your words slur together as pleasure overwhelms your senses. Peter’s grip tightens at your words as he moves you even quicker against his thigh, the coil in your stomach that had already been wound tight, tightens even further and can feel the cliff edge of your orgasm approaching so very quickly.

“Yeah baby? You gonna cum all over my thigh?” You nod your head, reaching your hand up to grip at Peter’s shoulders so tightly that you're sure you’ll leave behind crescent shapes from your nails or even draw blood. Peter groans at the sensation, his cock already semi-hard again from watching you unravel on his thigh, he never thought he would be in pain (he experience enough of it on a daily basis) but yet here you are proving him wrong with the way your hands had previously tugged at his hair and the way your nails are currently biting into his skin and causing his cock to twitch at the sensations.

“Go on then princess, cum for me.” There he goes again with that stupid pet name that you should hate but instead has you melting into him even further, your clit throbbing as it rolls of his tongue like liquid gold honey that seeps deep into your bones. Peter tenses his thigh once again and you feel every ridge of hard muscle under the cloth of his trousers and it sends you spiralling off the cliff edge you had been teetering on as your orgasm sends shockwaves through your body.

Peter watches your face as it contorts in pleasure from your orgasm wracking through your body, ignoring the wetness that had now gone through his pants and was coating his thigh, and he swears you’ve never looked more beautiful and another image is forever ingrained in his mind. His cock was now fully hard once again and twitching against his stomach begging for some kind of attention or friction, which he grants it by removing his hand from it and giving it a few pumps but it wasn’t enough, no, Peter was feeling greedy now. He already felt the bliss of your mouth and tits wrapped around him and now he wanted more, no he needed more. Needed to feel your pretty little pussy wrapped around him and squeezing him.

Peter makes a quick decision while you’re still coming down from your orgasm and wraps the hand still holding onto you around your waist and twists you both around so that you were now lying on the bed with your legs hanging of bed with your butt just on the edge and he was now kneeling down in front of you with both hands on your knees, holding your legs apart as he eyes up your soaking wet cunt.

It almost makes you feel self-conscious, almost has you trying to squeeze your legs closed but Peter's firm grip and his superhuman strength stops you no matter how hard you strain against him, you simply cannot win against Peter in a battle of pure strength. The self consciousness erodes away and the words of discontent that were forming on your tongue are replaced by a porn-staresque moan as Peter dives in and licks a stripe up your cunt and latches his mouth onto your clit. `The sound causes Peters dick to twitch against his abdomen.

He hums against your clit, the vibrations adding to the immense pleasure you were feeling, and slowly pushes a single digit into your weeping hole to start prepping you to take his cock. He pumps in and out of you, finger curling in and pressing against your gummy walls as he does, you moan at the combined movement and sensation of Peter sucking on your clit and feel the coil in your stomach already start to tighten once again.

Peters free hand trails up your abdomen with a featherlight touch that you barely feel over the pressure of him fucking his finger into you, you really only become aware of his other hand when he pinches at your nipple and pulls at the metal of the piercing, the pain melding in with the pleasure in such a way that your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull and you miss the way Peter stretched you out by entering a second and third finger into you.

The coil in your stomach is impossibly tight, tighter that it ever has been and yet you doesn’t snap as Peter releases your clit with a ‘pop’ but he continues the ministrations with his fingers, rubbing against your most sensitive spot with every thrust, “God princess, you taste absolutely amazing and feel so amazing clenching down on my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you clenching on my cock.”

The praise falling from Peter’s lips goes straight to your head and causes you to clench around his fingers even harder, he presses harder into your g-spot and pulls on your nipples once again causing a wanton moan to fall from your lips, the coil in your stomach starting to reach it’s breaking point. “You gonna cum again baby? Go on, cum all over my fingers and face.” Suddenly Peter’s sucking on your clit once again and your eyes are rolling back in pleasure as it overwhelms you and you see nothing but stars as your orgasm overwhelms your senses.

As you cum all over him, your juices squirting over his fingers and rolling down to his wrist, he removes his fingers and instead starts to lap up everything you have to give him, moving the hand on your nipple down to hold your waist against the bed as you begin to write in overstimulation of Peter tonguing your entrance.

The sound of a whine finally pulls Peter away from your pussy and he stands from where he was kneeling, your juices now coating his mouth from your explosive organism, you look angelic with your hair spread out in a halo around you and a blissed out expression on your face, eyes wide and chest rising up and down rapidly as you try and catch your breath. In between your breaths, you reach out to Peter and he gladly leans in, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down into a passionate kiss that is all teeth and tongue as you try and get as much of Peter as you can.

Peter is the first to pull away from the kiss and starts to trail kisses down your neck, stopping occasionally to bite and suck on your skin leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. The sensations have you whining, desperate for more as your needy cunt clenches around nothing, “Peter…” Peter smirks into your skin and places a gentle kiss on your collarbone before he rises and stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, “Need you…”

“Need me where princess? Come on baby use your words, tell me what you want”

“Please Peter…I need to feel you inside of me… please please fuck me” Your tone is begging, a whine falling from your lips at the end of the sentence, and who was Peter to deny you when you sounded so pretty begging for him inside you. Peter grips the base of his cock and rubs himself along your fold, coating himself in all your wonderful wetness as a lubricant, as the tip of his cock catches on your clit you let out another whine and Peter smirks at the sound. “Peter…please…enough teasing.”

Peter lines himself up with your entrance and looks up at you for confirmation and as you nod your head he slowly slides himself in, letting out a low groan at the sensation of you stretching and clenching around his cock. It's a groan that is drowned out completely by the moan you let out. Peter moves so slowly you can feel every part of his cock as it rubs inside of you, all the veins and ridges all piling onto the pleasure you’re experiencing and as he bottoms out inside you you let out a small, pleasurable whine.

You have never felt so full before in your life, no other partner you had filled you up just as much as Peter does, and it felt absolutely amazing. With Peter spending time prepping you to take him, you barely feel any pain and it takes only a second of Peter being fully sheathed inside you before you start beginning him to move, it’s a request he’s glad to fulfil as he slowly pulls out before slamming back into you and starting an almost brutal pace.

As Peter thrusts in and out of you at a rapid pace, you wrap your arms around his shoulder and dig your nails into the flesh, the pain of which combines with the pleasure of your cunt squeezing his cock and pulls a deep moan from Peter that has you dragging your nails down his back leaving red marks in your wake to hear it again and again. Your own moans join in with Peters as his cock hits against either your g-spot or your cervix with every thrust, driving you absolutely insane with pleasure to the point that black dots began to gather in your vision as another orgasm rocks through you unexpectedly, a result of combining the after effects of your previous orgasm and the pleasure currently coursing through every nerve in your body.

Peter lets out a deep groan as you clench around him, eyes moving to watch his cock piston in and out of you and at the white ring of your cum that had gathered around the base, “Fuck princess you feel so fucking amazing on my cock, squeezing me so good.” You try and form words, anything to show Peter just how amazing he’s making you feel, but you can’t. The words die in the back of your throat and are instead replaced simply by whines and moans but they’re still sounds that make Peter’s cock twitch inside of you.

Peter continues his assault on your pussy, chasing his own high, the pattern of his thrusts becoming irregular and scattered as he rapidly approaches his own orgasm. “Fuck…princes I’m going to cum” He was going to pull out and cum on your pussy and stomach, never had any intention of cumming inside of you until your soft voice quietly calls out an “inside.”

His eyes snapped up to meet yours and something feral reflected in them, “You want me to cum inside you princess? Want me to fill you up?” You nod your head as best you can and Peter slows down his thrust

“Oh God, yes Peter…please fill me with your cum.”

Peter speeds up his thrusts once again, hips slamming hard against your pelvis and balls slamming against your ass, the squelching sound of your pussy and the slapping of skin fills the air and joins the erotic symphony of your combined moans as Peter chases his high, the only thought in his head being how pretty you’re going to look with his cum dripping out of your pussy. It doesn’t take long until Peter trusts become sloppy and he sheathes himself completely inside you, tip of his cock pressed right against your cervix as he shoots rope after rope of hot cum inside of you with a loud groan.

Peter almost collapses on top of you, but he stops himself by placing his forearms by your head and using them to support his weight as his eyes move over your face, watching intently as you catch your breath and slowly come back to reality after three orgasms. He gently brushes one hand across your face in an attempt to ground you and as he cups your cheek to rub a thumb across the skin, you reach for his hand and cup your own around it. “You okay?”

You nod and turn your head to place gentle kisses on the palm of Peter’s hand, which has him smiling down at you gently and placing his own soft kisses against your forehead, “I’m going to pull out, okay?” You nod again, eyelids fluttering slightly and a small whine leaving your lips as Peter removes his cock from inside you, the stimulation a little too much. Peter whispers a gentle “sorry” and places more comforting kisses against your face and shoulders, the hand on your cheek continuing to rub against your skin to try and comfort you.

Peter places a gentle and loving kiss against your lips, the tenderness acting as such a juxtaposition to how deeply and roughly he had been fucking you moments before. You smile into the kiss, hand curling around the back of Peter’s neck to play with the baby hairs at the base. Peter pulls back from the kiss with a smile and pecks your nose gently, the cloudiness that had previously been in your eyes fading slightly as the skin to skin contact you have with him grounds you back to earth.

“Do you need anything? A shower, a bath, snacks?” You take a deep breath, pulling Peter down so he’s even closer and nuzzling into his neck, inhaling his scent as deep as you can and placing a light kiss against the skin, “A bath would be nice.” Your voice comes out soft and just above a whisper, had Peter not been deliberately paying attention he would have missed it.

“Okay princess, let’s run you a bath.” Peter goes to lift of you, but you keep him tight in your grip and wrap your legs around his waist, further restricting him from moving and going to draw you a bath. You let out a noise of discontent as he tries to pull away once again and Peter chuckles slightly at the sound. If you weren’t willing to let him go, then he was just going to have to carry you, which he did as he wrapped and arm around your waist for extra support and stood with you in his arms.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll take good care of you”

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Tony approaches Natasha at the bar, wanting a drink but also a little curious as to where you had disappeared too. You were on his arm when you both entered the party, though you quickly separated from him to go and socialise with people your own age after you had greeted all the necessary benefactors and he remembers seeing you with Parker briefly and then with America and Shang-Chi, it was their first Avengers formal event so he assumed you were reassuring them, but he hadn’t seen you since and he was getting just a little worried.

Nat, having seen Tony on his way towards her, places a glass of scotch, neat, on the bar top and smirks to herself as he grabs the glass and downs it in on go before he starts questioning her. “Have you seen my daughter?”

Natasha lets out a small hum and leans forward on the bar, using her forearms to support her weight as she does so, “I might have.” Tony rolls his eyes at the Widow and lets out a huff of air, placing his empty glass down with a little more force than necessary.  Natahsa’s smirk grows into a knowing smile as she glances to the door that both you and a certain spiderling had disappeared out of about 2 hours earlier and had yet to return from. Tony follows her gaze and he feels his heart tightening at the thought you had left with someone, “She left with someone?”

Natasha nods her head, “‘Bout 2 hours ago.” Horror slowly fills Tony, you would only be away for that long for one reason and one reason only and it was not one he was ready to consider for you. Despite being 21 years old, you were still hes sweet, little girl and the thought of you being sexually active was horrifying. Not only that, most people here that weren’t members of the Avengers were his age and older and he did not want you mixed up with them and there were very few members of the Avengers around your age, well specifically one and as the thought crossed his mind Tony started to glare at nothing, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he did so, “Parker”

Natasha laughed at Tony, a full belly laugh that had her throwing her head back as she did. After she settled down her laughter enough, she was able to grab onto Tony's shoulder to stop him from storming into your bedroom and seeing something he really did not want to see, “Oh come on. They’re young, let them have their fun.” Tony huffed out once again, as Pepper's voice filled his ears. He hadn’t even noticed her coming up beside him and taking his hand in hers to calm him down, though his temper flares again as Natasha speaks up once again.

“At least it’s not Barnes she’s running off with.”

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NAUGHTY STRAWBERRY

Character/s: stepfather!Ran Haitani & stepuncle!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, consensual non-con, stepcest, implied age gap, mentions of cheating, threesome, anal sex, double vag penetration (ran and rindou’s dicks touch ofc), daddy kink, cum play, cum swallowing, manhandling, bonten era although not mentioned, mentions of death, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: this is for bby aly @riszu hope u like it 🤭💕

Synopsis: Welcoming your stepfather Ran home can vary from the usual greetings to getting fucked by him and his brother.

WC: 2.3k

Dress shoes pattering from the front door had your left brow rising. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as a form of a salute at the familiar sound steadily growing louder enough to be heard from where you are sitting in your bedroom just ten feet away. Be called crazy or maybe even paranoid, but from the countless times Haitani Ran comes and goes as he pleased into your quaint tiny home he gifted you, memorizing his footsteps wasn’t the oddest ability you have honed since he was welcomed into your life. No, scratch that, he wasn’t exactly welcomed by you. It was your mother’s idea before she decided to leave the earth after a not-so-coincidental household accident months back.

Nothing can always be a coincidence when a Haitani lives under your roof.

Knowing the song and dance like the back of your hand, the bright red nail polish you were about to open and apply to your nails was left open on the desk the moment you stood up. A bowl of frozen strawberries you were snacking on is left to thaw next to it. Feet silently clambering away from your room and to whatever place that seemed a great hiding spot. The beat of your heart was like a drum that has lost all reason, hammering against your ear as you searched high and low. Terrified at the chance of getting caught for the hundredth time, the initial plan to head for the back door was foiled at the sight of the knob twisting only to fail miserably since you haven’t forgotten to lock it. By the wise words of Ran, you have to lock all doors when you were home alone. But in this case, you and Ran weren’t alone—never have been since the death of your mother.

Shit. All known curses raced through your mind akin to a bullet train as you head upstairs to where Ran’s room was. The last time you were trapped in the bathroom by the kitchen, that didn’t end well for you. A hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your breathing, you hid behind his closet. And now, you waited. While hiding in his closet seemed to be asking for it, you knew the last place he’ll be checking is his room. That would give you ample time to think and plot where to hide next. Although, this would prove to be a bit more challenging because someone else was around to play your usual games. One who was eagerly looking forward to this occurrence, unable to mask his excitement when his brother approved.

“Sweetheart? Where are you?”

Ran drawling out your name caused a chill to run down your spine, back straight against his neatly folded clothes that exuded the comforting scent of the fabric softener that did little to no help. The tiny space slowly suffocating had you regretting choosing the closet as a hiding spot at the lack of legroom and provided low visibility of the room outside. However, it was too late to go out and find another alternative now. Not when your stepfather was actively seeking you out, calling your name in that sickly sweet tone that often spelled trouble.The exact tone he used to lure you into the guest room when your mother was out shopping for groceries, having your legs spread out for him so he could wet his dick because she isn’t the one he loves. Molding your pussy with the shape of his cock while his wife was out shopping for ingredients for dinner on a Saturday night. And you let him do so willingly. To have him bend you to his will and never have you feel the onslaught or an ounce of guilt that should still be present even after her death. That’s what he’s good at, after all.

Ran was good at making you feel the ecstatic emotion of never giving a shit to a point you figured it was alright to sleep with him. Your mother is just in the other room across yours. Shame, shame, shame. You should’ve felt ashamed. It should make you feel like a sicko, not as if you’ve opened the golden gates of heaven and tasting ambrosia directly from his lips whenever you are with him.

What a bad daughter you are for enjoying his games.

“Are you here?”

The door to his bedroom swung open, creaking under the weight of his hand, alerting you of his presence. Holding your breath, your lungs slightly burned at how long you stayed there, barely letting anything out—to keep this game going. It was far too early for him to catch you. Ran loves his little games after all. Without a challenge, his mood was sure to plummet faster than the vase left shattered on the ground the day your mother’s body was found by the couch. Cold and lifeless eyes staring back at you, all so he could keep you by his side at night. The empty side of his bed was warmer with you in it than the oozing crimson tainting the carpet that took so much effort to clean and dispose of. Who would’ve known your stepfather was good at finding the stuff he broke from the shattered porcelain to the carpet online to replace the dirty one?

“Where are you hidin’, pretty thing?” A ghost of a smirk was on his lips, violets searching high and low for any sign of you. Utter silence swept through the area save for your heartbeat banging louder than anything in your ear. But you shouldn’t really underestimate him. Haven’t you learned from the best? Ran was never one you could easily fool, those limpid lavender irises that looked at you with love now staring down at your crouching form with maliciousness. “Found ‘ya, darling.” Pupils darker than the closet you hid from. A squeak escaped your lips at the way he harshly grabbed you by your wrist, ass stinging as it skids on the floor before you stood up with wobbly legs like a newborn fawn about to be devoured by the lions taking refuge in your home.

“N-no, lemme go—”

A cry out of pain shoots up your nerves from the slap he gave your left ass cheek. Lips in a downturn as he dragged you downstairs, cooing whenever you tried to break free from his grip. Eyes widened a fracture at the sight of his younger brother chilling on the couch like he was expecting this. Haitani Rindou, tired from his paperwork, instantly perked up at the sight of you in merely panties and a silk camisole. A grin quick to spread across his handsome face enough to make a woman’s pussy go damp. Those muscles flexed underneath the white shirt he wore, sleeves rolled back exposing those protruding veins running up his hands. The sound of your meek and pathetic cry for Ran to set you free went straight to the two men’s dicks that twitched underneath their slacks. Your cheek pressed hard against Rindou’s bulge, his legs wide open while he grinned at your feeble position. Both of your hands were rendered useless as Ran had them pinned to your back. The tip of his dress shoe nudging your ass up in the air. Whimpering at how it brushed against your clothed damp sex.

“Such a pretty girl, isn’t she, Rin?”

“Yeah, I can see why you kept this a secret for too long,” Rindou grunted, fingers wrapped around your hair to pull your head up to see fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “So cute. Afraid I’ll take her away from ‘ya?”

“Don’t be stupid, Rin,” Ran scoffed, running his palm up to your ass before squeezing the fat there. “You know I didn’t want that hag to find out I was fucking better pussy.”

“You wouldn’t mind if I used her mouth, right? Fuck, why am I even asking when I’ll be tasting more than just this mouth,” Rindou sneered, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, slapping the red angry tip of his cock against your lips. Seeing your defiance, he huffed and pulled at your hair again, eliciting a cry. “Open that mouth, slut. If you know what’s good for ‘ya.”

“N-no—”

“I said, open up. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Being denied didn’t suit them well, you know this for far too long. And even if you memorized the script down to the dot, the brothers’ intentions were always a surprise. Gurgling around the girthy length of Rindou’s cock, your cum filled gummy walls were occupied with Ran’s long one that never fails to hit that delicious spot. Tits bouncing at the harsh pistoning of his hips, pussy folds stinging at every stretch his cock did on your unprepared hole. Sobbing at the tip bullying your uvula, a throaty groan followed by a whine bubbled out of your throat at the sudden intrusion in your other hole. Ass cheeks parted, Ran hissed as he sunk his cock into your puckered hole slowly. Egged on by your desperate pleas muffled by Rindou fucking into your throat. Clit throbbing despite your pussy being empty now. The evidence of Ran fucking and stretching it was the ache and his cum that remained.

“Such a good whore, huh?” Pride swelling in his chest, Ran grinned at the idea of you reducing not only him but his brother too, to such an animalistic state. “Told ‘ya my darlin’ is good. Why do you think I always rush home afterward, huh?”

“F-fuck, she sucks dick so good too—ah…”

“S-shtop, plewse!”

Popping out of your mouth, drool and pre-cum connected your tongue to Rindou’s dick. Lips sore and chin glistening with your spit. Furiously rubbing his cock, Rindou hissed as he spurted his creamy cum onto your surprised face, dripping down your lashes down to your parted lips and chin. A salacious smile on his face caused your heart to skip a beat. Scooping up his semen with his index finger, your stepuncle was quick to shove it down your mouth. The taste is salty and a bit bitter. Even now, they manhandled you to their every whim, back now pressed against Rindou’s inked chest while your ankles dug into Ran’s shoulders, both of their cocks were still pounding into your abused holes. Your juices combined with both of their cum splattered around your cunt, thighs, and ass cheeks. The brothers’ pelvis and the base of their cocks weren’t safe from the sticky substance. Nor was the couch.

High-pitched moans and sobs mingled with the grunts that filled the living room. Loud enough to alert anyone nearby who isn't wise enough to know to leave and mind their own business. It is, after all, a quaint neighborhood that never snooped into the houses’ occupants. And this served Haitani Ran and you well, being able to continue such a taboo relationship even though the bonds have been broken since your mother died. Freely exercising the debauchery of it all.

But what had the blood leaving your cheeks and pushing against your stepfather’s chest was the suggestion he threw into the hazy atmosphere that instantly cleared your mind for a second.

“Think this pretty cunt of hers can take us both, Rin?”

Catching wind of what his older brother is about to do, Rindou fought back the urge to laugh at your appalling reaction before nodding. “Wouldn’t doubt it for a second. Such a filthy slutty pussy she has.” To prove his point, his hand went straight to lightly slap on your clit which had you keening instantly. Gushing around Ran’s length, you swore your vision was starting to double when he tapped on your cheek. Violets staring right into your eyes, hoping you could still understand him. A moment to catch your breaths as Rindou sat up, getting ready himself as his older brother checked on you.

“Remember our safeword, yeah, sweetheart?”

Head slightly dizzy, you blinked a few times. Nodding, you hummed in added response and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Despite the taste of Rindou’s salty cum on your lips, Ran swore you tasted like strawberries—sweet and tangy. Humming into the kiss, he unwillingly pulled away to which you pouted at the loss of contact. Immediately resuming his role, Ran squished your cheeks together harshly, puckering your lips as he grinned at how vulnerable you are.

“Good.” Pushing you back to lay against Rindou once more, Ran lined up his cock with his brother’s up to your cunt’s entrance. “Now, be an obedient whore and take us in nice and easy for daddy, ‘kay?” The moment that statement left his lips, Ran slid into your pussy once more, lips parting. Hissing at the abrupt penetration, you mewled into the air. “Fuck, still so tight. How's this pussy still squeezing me?”

Once Rindou started squeezing into your stuffed cunt, tears formed and rolled down your eyes at how unpleasant it was the first time. Taking in two cocks wasn't a walk in the park after all, especially when both of them started thrusting at once. Groaning in unison at the way your warm walls hugged their cocks, milking them again for what seemed like the nth time for today. Nails digging into your stepfather’s forearms, a soft whine was what you elicited when their hips started picking up pace. Ecstasy was close to swallowing you up whole in the process at the way they fucked into you like feral bunnies in heat. It wasn’t until Rindou pinched your puffy clit that had your bones rattled, keening, and gushing around both of their cocks. Lungs gasping for air after the draining yet welcomed activity, a stupid smile graced your fucked out face. Beyond satisfied yet ready for more. The flavor of strawberry tingled the brothers’ taste buds as you kissed them both for a job well done.

“Another round, princess?”

Oh, how could you refuse?

“Yes, daddy. Would like that very much.”

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(Age 20) Hiii could you possibly write more abt reki and puppy play? Im in love with that idea and would love to hear anything else you can write about it 🥺💞 if you have the time and desire to write it ofc! (Fem! Reader please)

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+Content, MDNI, afab!reader, pet play, puppy play, kneeling, oral (male receiving), bit of verbal humiliation, ball worship, deep throating, oral fixation, not proofread, little degradation, cum eating/swallowing, soft dehumanisation (been reading to many kylo ren fics)

A/N: thank you for putting your age 😭😭 This is a bit diff to the kinks list thing I did, guess I'm in a certain m o o d

“Gooood girl,” Reki coos as you drop the ball back into his palm. Your hips wiggle at the praise, the tail attached to the buttplug nestled in your ass tickling the back of your thighs as it swings. Reki gently throws the ball to the other side of his workshop. You don’t move, staring adoringly at him.

“Okay, fetch.” Reki gives you permission and you bound over to where the ball is rolling to a halt. You open your mouth to grab the ball, pausing to make sure the ball was firmly in your clutch before heading back to your Master and dropping it by his feet.

“Such a good girl,” Reki tells you, crouching so he could roughly pet your head with both hands. You just wiggle your butt more in happiness. The red haired male leans back, amber eyes flicking up to your now lopsided ears. Strong fingers pull the band back into position, giving your head one last pet. You flop onto your back, showing him your tummy as you pant in response. “I have the cleverest puppy in the entire world.” Reki coos down at you in his baby voice. It has heat burning across your cheeks at how he uses a tone made for animals on you. The heat in between your thighs is molten from it though. He runs a hand down your front, stopping at your dripping pussy and cupping his hand over it. You whine and roll your hips into him, hoping to get some stimulation on your clit.

“Awww, is my puppy girl in heat? Is that why she’s humping my hand like a bitch? Need something inside of you?” Reki asks in a condescending tone. You can only whimper in response, begging him with your brown eyes to help you. Instead, the male stands up and stares down at you.

“Heel.” You roll back onto hands and knees, sidestepping you’re by his heels. Reki gives you a head pat as a reward then strides to the other side where his workbench is located. You keep in line with him, never straying from his heels.

“Such a clever girl. Who’s a clever girl? Are you a clever girl?” Reki asks as he sits down in the chair. Your butt frantically shakes and you let out a few short barks at the words. Reki laughs at how happy you are, resisting the urge to go back to playing with you. He turned the chair back to the table and began tinkering with some skateboard objects. You sit back on your heels, shaking your head just to hear your collar jingle, the heart-shaped pendant with “Reki’s” hitting the material of the collar and your clavicle a few times. For a few minutes, you’re content to just sit and watch your Master work away. Eventually, though you get bored. A hand bats the seated male’s thigh, getting his attention.

“What’s the matter? What does my good girl need?” Reki asks, stopping all his work to give you his full concentration. You turn your head to the small box of toys and make a whining noise. “Go ahead, princess, pick one,” Reki gives you permission, comprehending your noises- it had taken a while to not talk in this headspace but Reki had put so much time and effort into your training that gradually you had gotten better at not talking. Your head tilts to the side as you look at the toys in the box, trying to decide which toy you want. Reki calls your name, a sign to hurry up with the choosing. You pick a blue rubber bone, grabbing it in your jaw and trotting to your Master.

“Whatcha pick?” Reki ask, hand out for you to drop it in. You’re not feeling bratty so immediately let it fall into his waiting palm. Even though at the end of every session Reki cleans all the toys used, he stills reaches into a drawer and gets a wet wipe to clean it, using a tissue to dry it off. Once cleaned and dried he hands it vertically back to you. You jump up onto your knees to grab it, half the toy sticking out of your lips. Reki snorts, the curves at the end of the thin bone making it look like balls and a penis disappearing into your hot mouth. Your head tilts again, confused at why Master was chucking at you. Reki just rubs the top of your head and gets back to his work. You decide your puppy brain is too small to try and understand why he was laughing and instead crawl under the table to lay on the pink cushion Reki had placed.

Having the bone in your mouth makes it even harder than normal to think of anything other than sucking Reki’s long cock. You don't even notice your head starting to bob up and down the long, thin part of the bone until you feel it wobbling. You cage it in between your inner wrists, not even thinking about using your hands with their opposable thumbs. With the additional support, you begin to sink your mouth down the bone. Saliva drips from your lips, making the slide easier. It doesn’t take too many bobs until your lips are wrapped around the bottom of the shaft, your tongue swirling around the rounded bone ends. You rest there for a few moments, eyes rolled back as you relish having something fulling your mouth. A few more butt wiggles escape without you realising; you’re too out of it to even acknowledge that at some point in your blowjob your hips had raised, back arching to show you were ready to be mounted.

“Seems my good girl is more a slut than a good girl,” Reki states. You dart your eyes up, not even bothering to remove the toy, Reki stares down at you, resting his head on one hand. He doesn’t look angry so you wiggle your butt. Your Master sighs and pushes away from the table, one hand snatching a handful of your hair and pulling you towards his crotch. “If you wanted to be a cocksucker you should have told me,” he scolds, one hand managing to undo his belt and pop his button. Your eyes are focused on the bulge straining at the seam of his jeans. The skater lets go of your hair for a few seconds to unzip his flyer and wrestle his trousers down enough to free his dick. Unfortunately, he forgot to account for his over-eager puppy. The moment you felt his hand let go of your hair, you jerk forward and nuzzle his clothed member. A hiss above you indicates that Master enjoyed your actions and you move to rub your cheek against the rough material again but Reki jerks your head back with the back of your collar. You choke for a second but let the male manhandle you into the position he wants.

“So fucking impatient,” Reki mutters under his breath, one hand wrapping around the base of his freed dick. Your tongue lolls out, never breaking eye contact as he slowly pumps his cock. “Sit,” Reki instructs. Immediately, you obey flattening the tops of your feet onto the floor, resting your weight on them then opening your legs. Your hands rest in the space between your knees and you lean forward so you can roll your feet onto their sides to be more comfortable.

“You want to suck my dick? Let it hit the back of your throat?” Reki asks, bringing the hand that had been jerking his shaft to your mouth. Lips opening, Reki shoves his digits in, the salt taste of his precum making your eyes roll back. “Speak if you want to be a useful cocksucker.”

You pull back, sucking in a breath to start begging Reki for permission to suck his cock. A split second before the words tumble out of your spit-covered lips you remember that puppies don’t talk. You bark up at your Master, praying it would be the right thing.

“Go ahead,” Reki tells you. You can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed at him using his baby voice to order you around. Having sucked the toy and aching to pleasure Reki, you manage to take him all the way down to the base in one go. A few soft curses fall from Reki’s lips; you flick your eyes back up at his knowing how much he loved the sight of you kneeling between his legs, lips wrapped around his dick and your big doe eyes staring at him. Reki rolls his hips, dick inching even further down. The action causes you to gag and pull back a little, Reki’s hand gripping the back of your head allowing you to do so. Thick strands of drool connect your plump lips to the tip of his dick.

Your Master lets you catch your breath for a moment then tugs you back onto his dick. This time his hand is more firm, controlling your movements; when your nose reaches the red curls, your Master keeps you there, groaning at the feel of your throat spasming around the intrusion. You swallow back a gag, Reki jerking his hips up into your mouth at the pleasure. One hand skims up his leg to play with his balls, your tongue sticking out to try and lap them. Reki releases your head and you pull off his dick, wrapping your lips around one and using one hand to massage the other whilst your other hand jerks your boyfriend off. You worship his balls as Reki mutters a mixture of swears and praises, switching to suck on his other testicle and then again to kitten lick his mushroom tip, lapping up the bead of precum.

You can hear Reki edging closer to the edge, the way his pants and moans became louder and more frequent. Your Master uses your collar to pull you off his cock with a popping noise, frantically jerking off in front of you. Your tongue slips out and laps at his tip to give him extra pleasure.

“St-stick your-fuck-tongue out,” Reki tells you breathlessly. You comply without hesitation. The visual of you, on your knees, puppy ears on your head and your tongue sticking out, is the push he needs, spurting cum onto your face and tongue. Reki slouches against the back of the chair, trying to catch his breath. Your tongue remains to stick out, drool dripping from both corners but you ignore it and concentrate on keeping his cum on your tongue.

“What a good girl,” murmurs your Master as he takes in your position, head still leaning back on the chair. “Keeping my cum on her tongue until I tell her to swallow,” you whine in the back of your throat, wanting desperately to do just that. “Go ahead, swallow for me.” You exaggerate the action and open your mouth afterwards. Reki groans appreciatively, a hand lazily stroking your hair. You close your eyes and relax into the sensation, head resting on his thigh. The fire between your legs rages on, hotter than ever, but you’re content for just Reki to get to orgasm. Your eyes snap open when two arms scoop you up and drop you into your Master’s lap.

“Oh, puppy, you really thought I’m not gonna fuck your wet pussy as well?”

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la isla bonita

Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, gangbang, cunnilingus, throat fucking, cum play, cum eating, nipple play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, sanzu threatening reader multiple times, reader gets injured (not due to any character), mentions of stalking, mentions of suicidal thoughts, light angst, hints of breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex (they pull out tho), and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: hello everyone! here is the 5th chapter of the series and hope u like it 💖

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Synopsis: Other than giving great financial advice, Koko was a good listener too, especially when it is about a terrifying co-worker.

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chapter iv | chapter xi

CHAPTER V - PIÑA COLADA

The sun’s warm rays kissed every pore of your sweaty, sticky flesh that wasn’t covered by the casting shadows of the men towering above your quivering spent body. This was a mess, you were certain of it. From the way Takeomi and Koko could only groan on the sidelines at how this got out of hand to Sanzu eyeing you from a distance in obvious disgust towards your actions. It might even run deeper than that. It wasn't your fault—you never asked for this to happen nor did you coax the other men into participating in what Mikey had in mind to appease the group and Sanzu. It was either this or angering the boss. Yet, you didn't have the heart to stop them either. In the throes of lust and absolute bliss, one might never want this debauchery to end, and neither did the men surrounding you fueled by the obscene sight of you spread wide open for them under broad daylight, tongue out as semen coated your face and every part of your body they could spurt it on.

“Look at that pussy. Like creamin’ around Mikey’s cock, huh?”

“Such a naughty slut getting off of us jerking to her.”

“You’ll leave space for our cum in that pretty cunt, right doll?”

A wandering eye might wonder how did you all get to this point, letting the temptations of having no judgemental eyes of society cloud the minds of these men and yours. Except for Sanzu Haruchiyo, of course, who refused to be bewitched by your charms and join the little show. The sole thought of cumming and painting your skin with their essence was enough motivation to have the notorious executives stripped naked as the day they were born—even if it was in front of Bonten’s fearsome leader whom they all revered. All for the sake of pleasuring you and themselves that they have been denied for far too long.

Yet, despite your muddled mind running on the sole thought of cock and the urge to climax again, you knew this wouldn’t have happened if you kept your mouth shut and just went with the flow.

But how could one stay pliant and silent when Sanzu Haruchiyo was making baseless accusations that could get you killed in cold blood?

Certainly not you.

To bathe in the middle of the afternoon wasn’t something you did often back in the city. The rushing water of the falls cool against your back and is quite relaxing as the pressure hits your back. Fingers massaging your scalp while thoroughly washing the remnants of the hair conditioner you borrowed from a certain silver-haired treasurer. Your body could feel the heat leaving your system after an hour of gathering wood with Kakucho.

In fact, this was another way to have fun other than swimming in the ocean and looking for turtles.

Well, if the whole situation of being stranded on an island is fun…

You never had the luxury to indulge yourself, really. If one was employed by Bonten as their secretary, their presence was required each time papers and booking were involved. No wonder those who came before you either resigned, left, or were shot down. The pay was high, but so were your emotions and your blood pressure.

Because if you weren’t the one doing all the desk work, who else would?

To get these executives to pick up a pen and go through documents would be akin to asking them to shoot themselves. Well, not everyone entirely. There was the ever dutiful Kakucho and Takeomi who knew what he was doing. Koko was alright with handling his paperwork, especially when it involved the organization’s funds, as long as he had his reading glasses or the promise of a delicious dinner afterward that fuels him to finish his tasks before evening rolled in. The boss of Bonten didn’t want to be troubled by bothersome affairs so you were tasked to do his.

However, the three pain-in-the-ass executives, namely Sanzu and the Haitanis were a force to reckon with. The three would usually flock to the bars like hydrangeas blooming in the summer, so pretty and at home in the luxurious part of the drinking establishment. This left their poor secretary—unfortunately you—to do all the work. A scolding or two from Kakucho would have the brothers listen and do the work albeit begrudgingly depending on their mood. But Sanzu? Oh boy, there was no helping him. After the second week on the job, you left it up to Mikey to do the reprimanding because you valued your neck more than anything.

That value has certainly increased since the fateful sinking of the yacht and ending up here, especially once he deemed you as a traitorous snake in his eyes.

The second in command of Mikey’s trusted men was certainly not someone you could bump shoulders with nor gain sympathy from unless you were Sano Manjiro himself. Even now as you bathed in silence, you were quite sure Sanzu was lurking around with watchful eyes. As much as you wanted to keep your dignity, whatever was left of it, to complain would be a death sentence.

His dislike for you was certainly as strong as his taste for liquor to brush off your observation that someone—someone who wasn’t in Bonten—could be on this island. The words he shot at you left a bitter taste on your tongue.

“Don’t try to fool me, slut. I’ve been circling this island for weeks and haven’t seen this person your stupid mind imagined while you were probably getting fucked dumb by Rindou.” He clicked his tongue, a sneer on his features. “If you wanna try and pin the traitor badge on someone, make sure they’re not make-believe, yeah?”

Hands wringing the cloth you’ve improvised as a washcloth, you bit down on your lower lip out of frustration at the memory. Mind imagining the poor thing as his neck. There was no way your brain was conjuring things up that day. But sadly, no one believed you nor took the time to question it. Even Rindou was skeptical, reassuring you that you must’ve seen an animal and mistook it for a man.

Ears picking up rustling from nearby shrubbery, you paused on your washing and stood still. What the fuck was that? Gaze still trained on the plants, you slowly resumed your actions and waited. Waited for whoever or what animal was behind the shrubs to come out. Now, if it were Ran or any of them stumbling into you bathing and opted to hide behind the plants to save themselves from embarrassing you both, that wouldn’t have your heart pounding like it was about to escape your chest in fear. After all, it wasn’t like they haven’t seen you naked. Perhaps you could live with that rather than having a total stranger standing behind it with ill intentions or entertaining their perverse thoughts.

Or both.

Either way, you didn’t like how everything was suddenly all so still. Making a grab for the towel you hung on a nearby rock, you felt a scream bubbling up to your throat while the hairs behind your neck began to rise. Goosebumps littered your flesh especially your thighs at the obvious stare bleeding through the cracks of leaves, burning a hole into the back of your head and worming its way into your thoughts to induce panic. The rational part of you yelled that maybe it was just the wind or the bugs that made the shrubbery their home. Yet, your intuition was glaring at you, commanding you to wrap the towel around you and run.

Your feet were close to slipping on the mossy rocks when you heard it again, the rustling of the shrubs behind you. Swallowing a squeak, you made a run for it. The other end of the towel you failed to wrap tightly flapped against the wind as you held onto the rest for dear life. The sound of heavy footsteps gaining behind you almost seemed like death about to make a lunge at you and go in for the kill. Panting heavily, you turned slightly to face the perpetrator when your whole body slammed into something—or someone.

Kakucho was quick to steady you, hands gripping you by your shoulders to keep you from falling flat on your ass. Dual-colored irises stared down at you in concern as you caught your breath, your hand pointing down the path where you’ve been.

“Calm down, love. Deep breaths. What’s the matter?”

“S-someone… There was someone w-watchin’ me and suddenly,” Lungs expanding as you took in more air, you continued in a strangled voice close to a whisper. Fingers shaking at the rush of adrenaline mixed into terror. “The person, uh, he started chasing me after I took off. I-I don’t know who it was or…” Voice trailing off as Kakucho immediately headed to the falls in search of the individual who interrupted your afternoon bath, you shivered under the breeze that passed by, reminding you that you were still in a mere towel. Ran and Koko, who were probably assisting their third in command in gathering for tonight’s dinner, was instantly by your side. Worry and confusion are etched on their features.

“T-thank you,” you murmured at the gesture of Ran removing his white shirt and draping it around your shoulders, having noticed you freezing. “I’ll make sure to wash this l-later.” Upon hearing your statement, the older Haitani shook his head and grinned. His hand reached out to rub your shoulder in an assuring and comforting motion. His bare upper body tanned due to the numerous days of being under the heat of the sun was coated in a sheen of sweat that glistened under the afternoon golden glow. An obvious stubble was growing on his handsome face, a sight rare to see with the Bonten members who kept up with their appearances despite usually hiding from the public.

Right now, Ran had become too lazy to shave with the razor blades, fearing he’ll cut himself. It was either that, or he didn’t want anyone else to shave his stubble other than you—not trusting the others to be careful. Even Rindou.

“No need, doll. Just glad you’re alright,” Ran chuckled, “So, what spooked you, huh? A huge spider? Or maybe a lizard? Rin spotted tarantulas here so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“No… It’s a person.”

“You saw somebody?” Koko asked, stepping forward with his eyebrow raised. “Did you see their face?” Seeing you shake your head, the treasurer sighed and crossed his arms. “I don’t wanna be rude or say you’re a liar, but maybe your mind was playing games with you? Or maybe it’s just one of us, ‘ya know? Sanzu and the rest are also out there looking for wood and gathering coconuts.”

“But that would be odd,” Ran murmured, hand tucked under his chin in thought. “Normally, no one would be hiding or chasing our darlin’ secretary to scare her out of her wits. Unless it’s Sanzu, of course. Maybe it was just him and he’s too shy to say so.”

Him? The Sanzu Haruchiyo? Shy? That doesn’t sound like him at all.

The response you were about to give sat on the tip of your tongue as Kakucho joined you three once again, a pinch in his brows. Facing your hopeful expression which he hates to ruin, he sadly shook his head and exhaled aloud. His form slightly drooped in defeat.

“I didn’t see anyone or anything that indicates someone other than you was there. Plus there are too many footprints on the muddy parts to figure out which belongs to who.” Red and silver orbs caught sight of your dejection, prompting him to ask for forgiveness. “I should’ve stood by closer. Could’ve seen who it was. I’m tasked to look after you and—”

“No, no, it’s alright,” you smiled softly, hugging yourself. This was pointless, you figured. Other than gathering evidence, you should’ve turned around and faced whoever was tormenting you. To curse your cowardice now would be pointless since it had already happened. You had your chance to see who it was, yet you didn’t take it.

Perhaps if there is a next time, I’ll definitely take it.

“Still…” Kakucho pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning softly. “I should be on the lookout. Strange people aren’t the only things that will pose a threat here. Poisonous snakes, sharp rocks—even the jellyfish in some shallow parts should be accounted for.”

“It’s totally alright, Sir. I can take care of myself whenever you’re doing other things.” Plus, they don’t seem to believe you actually saw someone. No matter, you can always find pieces of evidence on your own when it was time for you to gather wood. Maybe then, you could find something that’ll prove you weren’t having wild imaginations. “You were quite busy, Sir. I’d only get in everyone’s way and be a bother if you had to do that always.” After muttering words of gratitude, you then excused yourself to get dressed. Kakucho’s hand immediately reached out to grab your arm, halting you on your way back to the wooden house. “Yes, Sir?”

“As I said, Kakucho is fine.” He grinned lightly, those eyes of his usually aloof or guarded at times now excluded kindness. It took all of your power not to kiss him on the cheek in front of Ran and Koko. “And we’ll talk about this later during dinner, yeah? I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind. If there really is somebody else on this island, they could’ve seen him.”

Easier said than done. Kakucho was too caught up in grilling the fish Rindou and Takeomi caught to assist you in addressing the scare you had that afternoon. Ran and the rest were either chatting by the fire or cracking the coconuts they managed to get. The only one who wasn’t present was the same person the older Haitani suspected. Eyes scanning any nook or cranny for any familiar pink mullet or the usual dirty glare he’d give you, surprisingly there were no traces of Bonten’s number two in the vicinity. Mikey, whom he was normally attached to, sat by his chair made from logs. Onyx orbs drinking in the hypnotic dance of the flames to notice his right-hand man was nowhere in sight. However, you didn’t want to be the one to announce that to him. The last thing you want was to disturb him in his peaceful state.

He can’t still be gathering firewood at this time of night, right? Does he know it’s dinner time? Unless… he’s up to something.

“Who you lookin’ for?” Almost flinching at Koko’s voice that was too close to your ear, you turned to face him. He was holding out banana leaves for you to take, serving as plates. Murmuring gratitude at him, you took the makeshift dish and gave him a little smile. Snake-like eyes scanned the area, hoping to see what you were searching for. “Are you… looking for Sanzu?

Guess you could never hide anything from your employers. Nodding softly, you then let out a heavy sigh. ���I, uh, have been thinking. Can this be… just between us? Although I don’t think it’ll stay much of a secret for long since I have a feeling everybody is gonna find out whether I want to or not.” Upon hearing no response, you faced him and found the silver-haired man donning a sheepish grin. A brow raised, you started to fear for the worst. Did I say something I shouldn’t have? “What? You’re not allowed to keep secrets? Oh shit, am I now allowed to say something bad—”

“No, no… It’s just that, if you’re gonna beat around the bush, you’re just gonna lose me.” Koko couldn’t help but laugh at your flustered state. “Just be direct to the point. But no, it’s alright to keep secrets.” Tongue sticking out, he then winked playfully. “It’ll cost you, though.”

You blinked once, twice. Lips parting, your tongue was tied at the executive’s statement. Was he being serious? Weighing between asking if he was or what he wanted, you swallowed your apprehensions. There was no harm in asking after all. Yet, your question was immediately answered when Koko chuckled, delighted at your puzzled expression. Those dark hues twinkled in amusement.

“I was just teasing you. There’s no need to pay me,” he mumbled after laughing, tucking his hand under his chin. Truly entertained and sprinkled with intrigue by whatever you had to say. “Well, do go on… Surely you won’t wait around before the subject of our topic returns. There’s no fuckin’ way Sanzu would let you talk shit about him while he’s around, that’s for sure.”

You decided to forget his teasing and cleared your throat, voice lowering to a whisper. “Thank you, Sir. I normally won’t express this aloud, but I’m convinced that, uh… Sanzu hates me.”

“You’re wrong.”

“What?” Confused at Koko’s words, you made sure to keep your voice on a down low while you continued to converse. “What do you mean I’m wrong? Have you seen the way he acts around me? Sanzu fuckin’ hates me. Forgive me, but I thought you’d be more attentive, Sir.”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Koko snorted while shaking his head lightly. “And I’m right. If Sanzu hates you—really hates you, you’d be fuckin’ dead by now, sweetheart. Probably have been before this whole hellhole of a situation happened.” Silence occupied the space between you two momentarily, more so because you were in deep thought.

As much as you wanted to argue on that, Kokonoi Hajime was somehow on the money. Sanzu Haruchiyo would have shot you right in the face the moment you addressed him as Akashi instead of his current last name. A grave mistake on your part, but what does a new employee know? He certainly had the power and position to do anything he wanted in this organization. You could’ve been pronounced dead that day. But still, you weren’t convinced that Sanzu didn’t harbor any ill feelings towards you.

“Instead of pondering so hard on it, let me just remind you that Sanzu is a hard man to please. Unless you’re our boss, of course.” Koko then sighed, hand shooing a hermit crab about to head towards his foot. “Be honest. What do you really wanna tell me? I know this barely got under the iceberg of your worries.”

Tongue darting out to lick your lips, you exhaled shakily. Of course, he had to know. It wasn’t news to anyone here that Bonten’s number two disliked your guts ever since. “I shouldn’t be having these ideas… But I can’t help it sometimes. Especially when I lie awake while expecting Sanzu to come to my room and just straight-up murder me.” Fingers flicking off the sand that stuck to your thigh, you gazed up to look at Koko. “I have no evidence, but I think Sanzu is trying to frame me—”

“Sanzu, what took you so long?” Mikey inquired, steely black eyes following the pink-haired executive’s form walking towards him. Whether anyone saw you flinch or dart your gaze away from any observant eye, you focused on the banana leaves still sitting in your hand and stared at them like it was the most interesting thing in the world at this moment.

Speak of the devil.

Koko never said another word, keeping his questions and curiosity sealed tightly as he glanced at the man who has returned. At the appearance of Sanzu, the rest finished their task on time and started to gather into a circle around the fire. However, you didn’t have to be a mind reader to guess what was running in the treasurer’s mind, and to be honest, you were quite taken aback by your own conclusions.

Why on earth would Sanzu Haruchiyo frame you? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to claim such a thing?

From the day you stepped on this island and leading up to this day, he has been nothing but hostile to you. What boggled you, even more, was how he easily concluded you were the traitor responsible for allowing that bomber to infiltrate. Is it because disposing of a mere secretary than an executive was easier? Was he covering for the true suspect? If that is true, then who is it? Is it someone he respects so much to protect their ass?

But then, this was the same man who listens to no one other than his king—Sano Manjiro. For him to side with the suspect who could’ve killed Mikey that night did not seem to align with who he is. To accuse Sanzu of betrayal or aiding the bomber is akin to claiming a fish can’t swim. Koko had the exact same sentiments if his staring wasn’t obvious enough.

And yet, why the secretary out of everyone? Is it because accusing another executive of such treason is a messy endeavor? Why was there a need to blame someone? Why can’t he just conclude that the bomber acted alone? And, more importantly…

What is Sanzu Haruchiyo really up to?

“I’m sorry, Mikey,” Sanzu responded, setting down a few logs and sticks next to the fire. Those blue irises were as biting as the cold breeze when they landed on you. It was almost as if he knew what you and Koko spoke of which caused a chill to run down your spine. What the fuck? Did he hear us? That’s just fucking impossible. “Got caught on surveying the area for tonight as per your request.”

“Good,” Mikey muttered before he stood up and grabbed the coconut shell Rindou was holding up for him. Everyone waited for his signal to start eating, never wanting to displease the boss. Holding up the drink, Mikey then gave a silent toast that served as the cue for the feast to start. Almost immediately, every executive was making a grab for what their stomach fancied for this evening. You waited for them patiently to finish, yet it was more due to the fact that your appetite had significantly decreased at the thought of Sanzu eavesdropping on your conversation with Koko.

There’s no way he heard us. He wasn’t even around! Maybe I’m just being paranoid right now—

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” A stubbled chin was rubbing against the side of your face, Ran’s baritone voice filling your right ear as your body instantly reacted to the surprising touch. Your ear grazed your shoulder at the strange sensation whereas your eyes shot the older Haitani a glare.

“Cut that out, Ran. Your stubble doesn’t feel nice.”

His pink lips pouted at your comment. “If you only agreed to do the shaving, you wouldn’t be complaining right now, doll.” Instead of standing up and returning to his usual spot next to Rindou, Ran made himself at home next to you while pointing at his own fish. “Can you help me get rid of the bones, love?” When you made an exasperated sigh, he merely grinned. “Come on, ‘ya can’t stray from your secretarial duties now. You can’t have your boss choke on some fish’s bone—”

“Let the woman eat first, Haitani,” Takeomi grunted, making a face at the unbefitting display Ran did. “You’re causin’ such noise there that we could barely hear ourselves chew. And getting someone else to get rid of the fish bones? Are you serious?”

Laughter erupted from the circle, little from you as you watched Ran get up and join Rindou once more. His cheeks tinted with pink at Takeomi’s comment, muttering under his breath. Thankfully, that was enough to peel him off of your side. You didn’t want to have any other prying eyes or ears to hear you and Koko if you both were to resume your conversation earlier. However, as Kakucho cleared his throat to bring up what occurred that afternoon as promised, you kinda wished Ran stayed.

“What? She saw a person?” Sanzu repeated, one of his brows raised at what Kakucho relayed to the group. Those icy blues shot to your squatting form, certainly annoyed. Instinctively, you lowered your head. Of course, he wasn’t going to believe you. “Are you sure she isn’t tryin’ to trick ‘ya? I just circled the whole island, you know, and saw no soul out other than us. What’s next? Is she gonna say she saw a headless man walking down the shore at night? Bullshit, I tell ‘ya.”

“Did you go and check?” Mikey turned to his number three for the answer, to which Kakucho replied with a nod. “Well? Was anyone there?”

“No, Sir—”

“Bitch is seeing things, that’s what,” Sanzu spat. Contempt and irritation swirled in his azure irises as they stared at you. It took everything in you not to stand and start yelling that you indeed saw another human being on this island. Yet, even if you did, there was no way Sanzu Haruchiyo would back down. He seemed complacent and for good reason, too. No one saw this mysterious person other than you and every time that you did, there was no evidence that suggest so. In short, he had everyone’s backing despite barely lifting a finger to tip the tides. “She’s probably tryin’ to shift the blame onto some imagination of hers. Why won’t you just admit that ‘ya slipped the bastard into that boat, huh? What’s it gonna take?”

“But I didn’t—”

“Speak up!” The pink-haired man almost roared, his tone had you close to tears yet you fought them back. Weaknesses weren’t what you wanted to be on display now. Balling up your shaky fingers into a fist, you gathered up your courage to do exactly what Sanzu wanted.

“I said, I didn’t let that bomber into the yacht,” you spoke up, lifting your chin to see Sanzu eye to eye. Nobody mattered at this point, only him and your determination to make him see that you weren’t what he thought you to be. “Neither do I have any connection to the fucker—I am not a traitor, Sir. I don’t know what I have to do to prove it to ‘ya, but I know for a fact that I work for Bonten. I’ve handled sensitive files and could’ve easily turned that over to the police or whatever organization that is out to bite our asses, but I didn’t. If I wanted to, I could’ve done so back in Tokyo or any other day where I’m not in the most vulnerable position I am in now. So, you saying that I’m a traitor with no backing is as good as horse shit.”

Mentally patting yourself on the back for getting those words out of your mouth without stumbling over them, you felt your legs lose their strength despite not even standing up. Just even sitting a few feet away from the clearly fuming Sanzu was terrifying. He didn’t expect you to actually speak up or even say that he was wrong.

The sweat rolling down your back was akin to ice upon seeing Bonten’s number two, the mad dog and the most dangerous man of Tokyo second to Mikey, started to walk towards you. You know, even if you started running, he was most likely to catch and pin you down. Staying still, you held in a breath when Sanzu leaned close until there was barely an inch keeping your noses from touching. The scars on the corner of his lips were so vivid that you swore you could tell where they started and ended despite the odd shape.

“‘Ya think you did something, huh? Yet even with that, you don’t have any proof you’re not the traitor. You act so smart and all, but a slut is a slut,” he sneered at your frightened expression. “What? Gonna spill to us your dirty little secret after you’ve tasted every available cock here? I bet my fuckin’ gun you would. In fact, I bet you’re just putting up this vulnerable act to fool us, yeah? Just shut up and drop dead, cunning whore.”

Scarlet. Your vision was shrouded in scarlet at Sanzu’s words. Doused with unforeseen anger that was all bottled up within, now spilling out and marring your rational mind. Nothing was on your sight that bled red except the back of his head, his legs moving him to stand next to his ‘king’. The complaints and comments the others had over what he said turned to white noise. You didn’t know how you did it—standing up and grabbing the empty coconut before hurling it towards his retreating back—but you did. The husk hit Sanzu Haruchiyo squarely on the head, the force knocking him forward that he was sure to have landed on Mikey’s shocked form that mirrored the rest if he didn’t steady himself on time.

“Fuck—what the…?”

The rest of the evening was history. All that you remembered after receiving a verbal warning from Mikey was how it took Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, and Takeomi to keep Sanzu from going after you. His screams of “I’m gonna kill ‘ya!” and “Get back here, bitch! We’re not done yet!” filled the entire evening air that came to a halt once you were out of his sight. Dinner was cut short and you ended up sitting in your room to replay the horrific decision of throwing a coconut at one of your superiors. You were quite sure you would be sleeping on a barely filled stomach and the threat of welcoming the morning already dead when Koko knocked on the wall and pulled back the cloth that served as a pathetic door.

“That was stupid.”

“It was…”

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“I know.”

“But I’m kinda glad you did,” Koko chuckled, taking the empty spot next to you and handing the banana leaves that contained an assortment of fruits. “Here, I managed to grab this before Sanzu could say you shouldn’t be fed for what you did tonight. I would be vile not to give you food.” Once you took the food from his hand, the silver-haired man continued in a small voice that was almost carried off by the salty breeze that entered through the gaps on the wall. “Mikey said that he’ll punish you tomorrow, first thing in the morning.”

Stilling at the information, you visibly swallowed at what that entailed. If Mikey decided to punish you, it was either he felt the need to or it was a request. You figured it was the latter.

“Ah, of course. This was bound to happen. Gotta prepare myself,” you mumbled, not caring whether Koko was listening or not. Picking up a slice of plum, you bit onto the fruit with a defeated sigh. Could you consider this your final meal before being sent to the gallows in the form of Sano Manjiro? You didn't know. Images of either getting shot, sliced on the throat, strangled to death, or just the classic drowning murked your hopeful wishes of him just giving you a simple task of cooking for the next few days. Whatever he’ll decide to do with you, you were quite sure you’ll never see it coming. “Did… he say anything about my punishment?” Swallowing hard a second time, you added almost hesitantly, “I-is he going to kill me? Mikey’s gonna kill me, isn’t he”

“Mikey won’t do that—”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying—”

“Maybe I-I should just go kick the bucket to make it easier, huh?” Tears that blurred your sight started rolling down your cheeks one by one, frightened at the thought of dying tomorrow. Ah, what a truly pathetic sight it is to be crying in front of one of your superiors. Yet, you couldn’t hold back the waterworks, letting it all out. Who wouldn't be terrified? “Should I just shoot m-myself? Isn’t that w-what Sanzu wants? Will that m-make things better? Am I really that disposable? You know? These thoughts have been popping up in my head for a while now and I try to keep them at bay. But sometimes they just won’t quiet down, you know? And yet, I feel like this is unfair ‘cause I’m not the traitor…” The rest of your depressing inquiries that only lead you down further toward an endless spiral of hate and despair were muffled by Koko’s shoulder. His arm wrapped around you and held you against him tightly, his lips next to your ear as he clicked his tongue in a scolding manner that had your eyes widening for a fraction.

Is Koko really hugging you right now?

“What on earth are ‘ya talking about, huh? No one is dying—especially you,” Koko sighed after patting your back, hoping to soothe down the sobs that wracked your body. “There, there. Stop cryin’, okay? You’re just gonna let Sanzu win if you let him hear you cry. That bastard has already said enough. Don’t cry… Yeah, that’s it. Deep breaths.” Pulling back, the silver-haired Bonten treasurer grinned down at you, his lithe fingers wiping away the tears you didn’t manage to graze away. Once you started to calm down, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Cheeks hot, you looked away. How embarrassing. “Seriously, what made you think Mikey’s gonna kill you, huh? He hasn’t even decided what to do. You do let your imagination run wild, huh? Besides, Sanzu’s alright—he’s not dying anytime soon.”

Blinking a few times, you inhaled sharply to prevent snot from running down your nose and further humiliating yourself. “H-he is? Honest?”

Koko scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Of course. It’ll take probably ten bullets to bring down that guy. Getting hit on the head with a coconut is not gonna give him permanent brain damage, trust me,” he muttered. “Other than just a small bump, Sanzu’s fine. He’s still standin’ on two legs after all.”

“Still, I hit my own boss,” you groaned onto your palms, mentally chastising yourself for letting your emotions get the best of you. “I shouldn’t have done that. If only I could turn back time…” Mulling over something that has already occurred was pointless, you knew. There was nothing else to do but sleep and accept tomorrow’s punishment—whatever it might be. But removing the fear for what it may be proved to be impossible as you bid Koko good night once he stood up. Everyone was tired after a full day of moving about and Koko was no exception to this.

“Just don’t worry too much about it, ‘kay?” Koko grinned, patting your shoulder. The action soothed your concerns, just a bit. “Mikey won’t do anything of the sort you’re so scared about. He might just ask you to gather wood or cook tomorrow, you’ll see. Okay?”

“I just hope so…”

His hand moved effortlessly to your head, patting it. A small smile now gracing his softened features. Normally, this wasn’t something that occurs between an employee and their boss but for your sanity’s sake, it was a necessity. Nevertheless, you relaxed your stiff shoulders. Koko’s silver strands shone under the moonlight streaming through the half-assed made window. “Don’t worry your pretty lil’ mind. If it makes you feel better, I’ll make sure nothing bad is gonna happen tomorrow morning…”

“You’ll… do that?”

“Yeah, why not?” Koko laughed at your surprised expression before shrugging. “It’s not a problem at all. I’ll try and talk to Mikey to lighten your sentence, ‘kay?” Gesturing at your bed, he waved his hand in farewell. “Get some shut-eye, sweetheart. See you in the morning.”

Whatever horrific scenario you were capable of imagining as you laid on the hard bed that was just cloth and dried leaves continued to plague your head like a buzzing fly. And yet, despite this annoyance and dread, you fell asleep at the stroke of midnight and awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside. Immediately you were up, scared that you might make Mikey wait too long outside.

Walking out, you figured he was either bound to be in a foul mood due to the early hour or would be apathetic as he always is. Each step you took was shaky, heart imbued with horror and panic. Still, you did this to yourself—should’ve held your tongue back, remained motionless, and taken the insults to the face… But how could someone just take that all in and not do something?

Whatever. Just gotta have to take the punishment…

As you stepped out, the salty breeze greets you along with the strangest sight of Mikey laying out a piece of cloth, waiting for you by the beach. The shortest yet most dangerous man out of all the Bonten members appeared freshened up, judging by the way his hair was damp and his clothes were different from last night. The greeting you had at the tip of your tongue was pushed back when those dark irises fell on you and then pointed at the cloth. Alarm bells started ringing in your head at the motion.

This was it—no backing out or running now.

“Strip and wash or do whatever you have to do. We’ll start your punishment once you come back.”

“Y-yes, Sir. Right away.”

The punishment you had in mind played out in numerous ways. One was to lay on the cloth naked all day until your skin would be littered with sunburns and etched with blisters. The second was to be doused in the essence of any sweet fruit until ants started biting your skin for hours on end. The list goes on and on because frankly, you knew Sanzu loved to torture those who did him wrong. Back in Tokyo, you often had to cancel most of his appointments because he was far too busy beating the shit out of someone. You didn’t even know if Mikey followed his number two’s suggestions on how to punish you—until your legs were spread wide for the earth and sky to see. Cunt out in the open for anyone—anyone to use like a classic whore in a glory hole as what Mikey muttered to you.

Maybe this was Sanzu’s idea after all…

However, whether that was true seemed dubious for he was obviously taken aback the moment he emerged from the wooden house to eat breakfast only to find most of his colleagues were with you.

Which led you to this moment, getting used like a fleshlight by Mikey below you and his loyal men from above. Ran, Rindou, and Kakucho towered above you two, either rubbing their cocks or letting you do it to the sight of your ruined cunt and body painted with thick streaks of semen. They were careful not to spurt it at Mikey unless they wanted their dicks cut off. Your hands fell limp to your sides, forearms tired after stroking cock after cock since they started to flock around you. Mouth agape, you felt another spurt of cum coming from Rindou land on your tongue. To be honest, you assumed they’d be tired and start shooting blanks by now—not goading one another to see who could paint your skin to the color of their cum. Really, you’d think they would have grown tired or hungry by now as breakfast hasn’t been touched since they saw your naked form upon leaving the wooden house. All the blood rushing to their lengths fueling their appetite for your pussy.

“You’ll leave space for our cum in that pretty cunt, right doll?” Ran bent down to wipe the stray glob of cum from the side of your mouth before popping the digits into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. “You look so pretty like this, baby,” he cooed upon hearing you mewl at the pressure. “You love this, don’t ‘cha?”

“Naawh…” you moaned against his fingers still in your mouth, close to choking down on it when Mikey thrust up, eliciting a groan from you. Your initial answer did not coincide with how you keened and whined. “Pweash, wanna… wanha cum ‘s bad.”

“Hey, Mikey… Is this even a punishment?” Rindou chuckled at the delirious expression etched across your face. It was such a sight to behold, paired with your delicious moans and the quivers that ran through your body. “Look at her, enjoying this too much. Fuck, wanna breed that pussy.”

Instead of answering the younger Haitani, Bonten’s head reached for your nipples and pinched them hard that it had you squeaking. Ran smirked at the reaction, retracting his fingers and situating his cock near your mouth. The sight was such a nasty one, especially to those who decided to just sit on the sidelines and watch—namely Takeomi, Sanzu, and Koko. Well, Takeomi and Sanzu. Just one call of his name by Mikey had the Bonten treasurer trudge towards the spectacle of you being used like a toy. Whether he knew your punishment or not, Koko remained silent as he stood by your exhausted form.

Contrary to Rindou’s belief, you might be enjoying the position you were in right now, but there were conditions that had you worrying. Conditions that you knew you could never meet unless you conceded. It was either to stay like this until dinner—let any one of them use you to their heart's content… or apologize to Sanzu for throwing a coconut at him. The rational part of you preferred the latter. There was no way you could keep this up until evening without eating or taking a break. Even now you wanted to concede and have breakfast. However, saying sorry to the same person who accused you of being a traitor and stating you were delusional would be a huge blow to your pride. You assumed this was what Sanzu wants, for you to admit defeat.

Never.

You didn’t want to admit defeat—not when you were in the right. Not when you weren't the traitor he is trying to write up as.

Yet, you should’ve realized you shouldn’t ever underestimate your superiors, especially when they had no access to pussy on this island other than yours and that it was offered freely. The thought had your heart pang with something akin to hurt at the idea of them just using you but that was instantly wiped from your mind at the sudden intrusion of Ran’s cock in your mouth. The red tip of his dick easily hit the back of your throat, tears forming in the rim of your eyes at how full you felt. It wasn’t when he started to fuck your throat that you almost cried out at the oversensitivity and the whole thing overwhelming you. Hairs on the back of your neck stood when Mikey commanded Koko with clarity to eat your pussy and clean you up there.

Awkward. It should be awkward between you two. Not too long ago, he did promise to make sure Mikey wouldn't kill you or do anything that may have harm befall you. Yet, here he was, finding himself in a scenario where he couldn't say no.

Not that he wanted to object, though.

Despite your lidded eyes, you could make out Koko’s silver hair gleaming under the morning sun as he got down, crawling past Ran’s legs to sit in front and be face to face with your slick pussy folds. The moment his tongue darted out to lick your clit, hot breath hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves, you gurgled around the older Haitani’s cock at the delicious sensation. Mouth and jaw already turning sore. Thank whatever deity up there that Mikey made sure to have them pull out before cumming. You didn’t want to get pregnant in the whole ordeal and nurse a child that was conceived out of a situation such as this. Especially when they didn’t love you or even hold you at the same level of regard as they would with a lover. Seeing you only as a means to wet their dick whenever they want to on this island.

And that hurt.

It hurts…

“Fuck, she’s tightened up. Suck on her clit, Koko,” Mikey grunted, speeding up his thrusts to a point your tits were jiggling and your nipples were as hard as pebbles. His fingers still pinching them that you swore they’d feel hot to the touch. Koko, being obedient, did as he was told and spread your cunt apart. His dark hues drinking in the way your pussy was swallowing his superior’s cock. One wrong move will have your pelvis hit his head. Holding onto your waist, he did his best to lick and flick at your throbbing clit, cleaning up your juices. Koko couldn’t help but let out a moan, delighted at how you taste. You screamed, muffled by Ran’s cock about to spurt out cum down your throat. “She’s gonna cum again—oh shit, fuck!”

Too much, this was all too much!

Eyes rolling back, you saw the whole world turn upside down. Then, darkness shrouded everything and you found yourself floating in that endless void.

It took you a while to realize after waking up in your room that you blacked out. Well, it was expected since you barely slept the night and didn’t have the strength to continue. It should be noon by now, but the storm clouds that blocked out the sun and the howling wind made it seem like the day was about to end. Bemoaning your sore back and lower regions, you slowly sat up and found yourself already in a clean shirt and shorts. Whoever washed you up and dressed you had your thanks, making a mental note to ask and return the favor later.

“You’re awake, huh.” Mikey must have known you would be up now for he entered your room like it was destined to happen. At the sight of him, your cheeks lose their warmth at the reminder that you failed to meet the conditions he laid out for you. There was no use in struggling or trying to weasel your way out. Luck certainly favored Sanzu Haruchiyo because now, since you blacked out and did not last until the evening as what was required, you had to apologize to him. Your sorrow must’ve been quite evident in your features for Mikey sighed. “You should’ve conceded from the start. Would’ve saved you from all that trouble.”

“I’m sorry I caused trouble, Sir.” Lowering your head, you muttered softly. “I will apologize to Sanzu right away.” You then lifted your head to look at him, hoping he would show you or give a hint as to where the pink-haired man was. When he didn’t respond, you tried to ask. “M-may I know where he is at this hour?”

Lightly shaking his head, Mikey leaned against the wall. “He’s out. But I can’t pinpoint where he actually is.” Observing your face for any change of expression, he continued. “All I know is that he’s out surveying the area, probably nearby that cliff. I suggest you hurry up and say it to him before he comes back.”

Before Sanzu comes back? Does he want me to venture out there? Alone?

“Can I bring Kakucho with me, Sir?” you inquired, almost terrified of what his reply may be. Venturing out there all alone in this weather and with that stranger out there you were quite sure to have seen, you obviously had your reservations. “He’s tasked to keep me safe after all…”

Mikey’s answer was instant.

“No. Kakucho is busy with other matters, and so are the others. You must do this alone, [Y/N]. If you go out there with someone else, Sanzu will not like it.” Sensing your hesitance, Mikey added softly. “If you think he’ll hurt you, he won’t. Sanzu will not make a move to harm you unless I say so.” Exhaling deeply, he nodded to the exit, urging you to head off. “Go now. It’s gonna start pouring soon. If you wanna bring anything to defend yourself, I don’t recommend it. Sanzu will think you’re out to kill him.”

Trusting Bonten was akin to letting an alligator into your home without any protection and expecting it to be tamed. It never does end well for those who don’t expect them to bite back or do anything if you betrayed them, no matter whether it was a great deal or not. However, the words of Sano Manjiro were not to be taken lightly. His word has always been the law in the organization and is now applied to this island. And if you have learned anything from being their secretary for three months, it was the ultimate fact that Sanzu never disobeys his ‘king’. To go against him would be the death of who Sanzu Haruchiyo was and what he embodied.

And so, you put your trust in Sano Manjiro. Minutes of walking and searching for any bright pink or any sign that may suggest Sanzu was in the area had you anxious. The wind was picking up and the leaves rustled to their tune. It was growing darker as the angry clouds continued to grow and pour their wrath onto the island any second. Not to mention, that person could be anywhere and could bring harm to you if they wanted. Time was of the essence and you wanted to get this done. Shelter called to you like a siren and frankly, you almost heed its call.

But where is Sanzu?

The second you turned to a corner, raindrops started to fall one by one. You had to turn back. There was no way you could find Bonten’s number two under the harsh rain. For all you knew, he could be back at the wooden house while you’re out here searching for him. However, just as you were about to turn back, clothes already wet, you heard it—the sound of footsteps crushing dried leaves. Whether it was out of desperation or the urge to just finish this, you unknowingly followed the sound and grumbled, “Sanzu? Is that you? Can I talk to you for a sec—” You barely managed to piece the rest of your sentence when you saw a different man standing in front of you, unreadable black eyes staring right back at you. He wasn’t Sanzu nor anyone in Bonten.

A stranger.

It was him—the person who have been stalking you in the falls.

He must’ve realized you knew about his presence, for he eerily smiled. You took off without a second thought. Frightened beyond relief. Panting hard as your legs ran, careful not to trip or slide on wet mud, you swore you could feel him gaining on you. Neverminding that your body was still sore, you swatted and avoided the plants that obstructed your view. The goal of reaching the wooden house or a clearing directed your brain to keep pumping adrenaline into your veins. Time seemed to have gone slow, teasing you as you grew impatient.

Where am I? Where’s the way out? Fuck, am I even headed in the right direction?

A whimper escaped your lips when you turned around to see the stranger still catching up to you. Curses flooded your head, serving as a chant to keep you going. Lungs and heart pumping, the beat almost drowned out the sound of rain falling. You dare not to look back, terrified that he was inches away from grabbing you and having his way. Rain and your tears blurred your vision, your hand hastily wiping them away.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck—

You tripped on a huge limestone that was hidden well by overgrown wet grass, causing you to slide a few feet away into a bush. A cry of pain slipped from your mouth, hands applying pressure to your ankle that was undoubtedly sprained. Some parts of your cheeks also stung, cuts made by leaves marring the flesh. Holding back a sob, you tried to stand but to no avail. There was no way you could limp back to where the others were and avoid the man.

Hiding deeper under the bush, you held in a breath upon seeing a flash of white that went by. Hours, it seemed like hours have passed by as you waited for the clear when it was merely seconds. And just as you were about to relax, the color grew larger as it approached. Heart about to leap out of your throat, a gasp shuddered out of your shivering form as you peered up to see who has found you.

It was none other than Sanzu Haruchiyo, in the flesh. “S-Sanzu…” you sobbed, his name falling out of your lips like a sacred prayer. He was a sight for sore eyes indeed.

“Wha…” Sanzu squinted at your fallen form, damp pink strands stuck to his face as the storm raged on. But even with the rain cruelly surging down, close to blurring your eyesight, you saw it, his features riddled with concern and shock to see you here. It was more evident once his blue irises laid eyes on your sprained ankle that you were still holding onto. For a moment, you braced yourself for his insults or anything that is set out to hurt your feelings. However, Sanzu remained uncharacteristically silent.

Questioning you would have to wait. Without saying anything, he bent down with his back faced to you. Immediately you figured out what he wanted you to do and latched onto him. A hissed of pain was what you elicited as a stinging feeling shot up your leg at the slight movement. Once he made sure you were comfortable on his back, Sanzu grumbled, “Hold on. I’ll find some shelter.”

Whether this was a dream or not, Sanzu helping you was something that slightly warmed your heart. Your body willingly leaned against his heat as the cold rain beat down on you both as you sought shelter.

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[manjiroscum]

*screaming*

NHNNNNGHHHHHH *screaming without the s*

was reading this before bed and holy shit i had a good sleep NNDGJSS i love how ran went from the tolerating office worker to fucking us dumb 😩 that scene after a meeting had me reeling and wishing he was fucking real bc i cant take it anymore *sobs aggressively* *bangs fists on table*

AND AHHHH I LOVE THE ENDING 😭💕 how he thought we were trying to get rid of him sjsj cause he has fallen for the reader *sobs* thank u for this good fic bby dawn 🥺🙈💘 bless ur soul love

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pairing. ran haitani x fem!reader

summary. ran was completely sure he despised you—his uptight, standoffish, demoness of a boss who’s a complete handful to endure… until one night when he finally gets the upper hand.

genre. no bonten, office!AU, 18+, MDNI

cw. ran is a fresh master’s graduate, no one likes reader as a boss, mentions of a pack of cigarettes, implied slut-shaming, language, degradation, humiliation, ran is a huge meanie, cum play, boot humping, face slapping, dacryphilia, power play, nipple play, blowjobs, office sex, forced to be quiet, slight mention of non/con photos, finger sucking, reader asks ran to pull out and he doesn’t, creampies, unprotected sex, teasing in public, semi-public sex, plugs, choking, clit slap, Dom/sub undertones, ran teases reader while she’s on the phone, confessions

wc. 6.3k 

tagging: @manjiroscum <3

The working world was a vast and lawless place.

Sure, people entered their sterile cubicles eight hours a day, pretended to make small talk by the water cooler, ate lunch at their desk and then returned home when the clock struck five in the evening.

But, Ran Haitani would beg to differ.

Behind that veneer of civility laid a complicated network of politics and play that he was just starting to unravel.

With his Master’s in Business and Communication, Ran thought he would dominate the working world once he stepped out of the comforting arms of his old alma mater. The process was simple: dress up in those horrendous black suits for interviews, fake a laugh whenever someone quipped if his results were because of his brains or his pretty face, land that job and turn it all around by shooting straight to the top.

As a fresh-faced graduate, he understood that first jobs were important. They had the power to make or break a resume. And as someone who wanted to give the right impressions, PwC was his one and only choice.

With a revenue of USD$45 billion and part of the sacred big 4 in the accounting world, he would be a fool to not try his luck. The sucky part was… fate was rarely ever kind.

After what he assumed was a stellar interview, they had called him back, not for the position of a junior consultant as he had initially applied for—oh no.

Instead, he found himself as the personal assistant to the vice partner of the Finance department. Ran was fine with it—called it a learning curve in his head. Sure, he was bummed out considering the careful, meticulous plan he crafted to earn his way up to a senior consultant by the end of the year.

He could take the stinging rejection—the assumption of his worth based on the paltry college he graduated from. But one thing he could not tolerate?

Miss L/N Y/N.

Not only was his masters rendered completely useless, but he had to be at the beck and call of a woman whom he was convinced was positively the spawn of Satan.

As the assistant to one of the firm’s top co-partners that specialised in strategic deals and partnerships, he had to be available 24/7 a week, 365 days. After work hours were virtually non-existent. Christmas break? None. Personal time? He could kiss it goodbye.

But, Ran Haitani was an optimistic man. He preferred to see the greener side of hardships and bid his time to leverage on the opportunities presented to him. He would grit his teeth, plaster on a smile, answer his phone at any hour, just so he could finally escape the grinding thumb of Miss L/N Y/N.

Or, as he preferred to refer to you in his head—the bitch from hell.

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