NADARANG
Y/N is a trained assassin tasked to kill the invincible Manjiro Sano. Using the art of seduction, she easily lured him into the palms of her hands, playing him into her sweet deception, but the question is, can she kill him before she burns into the flames of his lust.
parings. bonten!manjiro sano x fem!reader
genre. angst, smut
tags. explicit sexual content, alcohol, angst, blood, dacryphilia, mentions of death, dry humping, exhibitionism, gunplay, hate sex, heavy sex, humiliation, manipulation, overstimulation, pain kink, pinning.
word count: 5.6k
The red neon lights flashed across Y/N's face as soon as she entered the club. She immediately gazed at the VIP lounge, located on the second floor, where Y/N assumed Manjiro Sano resided.
Her eyes roamed around the place, looking for someone she could have fun with. Her lips curve into a smile after catching a glimpse of the handsome pink-haired man who was drinking at the bar counter.
The pinkette was constantly flirting with a cheap hooker. Y/N stared at him for a minute until she realized that she wanted his attention.
She turned to look at the stage and got an idea. Getting someone's attention is her specialty; using the art of seduction and her charms, she can easily lure men into the back of her hands.
Y/N approached the DJ and requested a song before climbing on the stage and grabbing the microphone from the center stage stand to sing.
As the DJ begins to play the song, she unties her hair, allowing her long dark purple hair to sway along with the beats, and white light focuses on her, catching everyone's attention.
"I've had a little bit too much, much, " Y/N began singing 'Just Dance' by Lady Gaga. Her sweet and seductive voice synchronized with the beat of the song. "All of the people start to rush…."
"A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man…." Y/N winked and did a flying kiss making the crowd wild. "Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone, oh, oh, oh…."
"What goin' on, on the floor?" Y/N moved her body, dancing to the rhythm of the song while she slowly walked down the stage, making her way to the crowd.
Eventually, just like she predicted, this little show of hers caught Sanzu Haruchiyo's attention, the pink-haired man.
“I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore (woo!)!” Y/N pointed at Sanzu and sent a flying kiss, making the pinkette smirk. Sanzu, on the other hand, dismissed the woman with whom he had been flirting, focusing on the lovely woman singing in front of him.
“Keep it cool, what’s is the name of this club?” Sanzu crossed his arms above his chest, leaning on the bar counter, watching the purpled-haired woman approach him seductively. He immediately noticed a dangerous aura radiating the vixen.
“I can remember, but it’s alright, a-alright. Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm. Just dance, spin that record, babe, da da doo-doo-mmm. Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance. Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance!” Sanzu tightened his grip on the glass he was holding as soon as the woman touched his chest and began sensually dancing in front of him.
Shivers run down from Sanzu’s spine upon catching sight of the woman’s sapphire blue eyes. Right there, at that moment, Y/N became a temptation.
Y/N took Sanzu’s hand, inviting him to dance with her as she sang. “Wish I could shut my playboy mouth (oh, oh, oh). How'd I turn my shirt inside out? (Inside out, right)! ”
Sanzu stood up from his seat, accepting Y/N's invitation to dance. Y/N turned her back from Sanzu, putting his hands around her waist, and the moment he touched her hips, Sanzu felt like an eye was watching him from afar. Looking up at the VIP area, Sanzu noticed Mikey gazing at him with a deadpan expression.
He inevitably smiled at Mikey before bringing his nose to Y/N’s hair, and he could smell the sweet and intoxicating smell of warm sugar honeysuckle.
“Control your poison, babe, roses have thorns, they say! And we're all gettin' hosed tonight (oh, oh, oh)...” Sanzu drew Y/N closer to his body without hesitation, letting his hands roam around her perfect body. Slowly, they began to move in unison.
“What's goin' on, on the floor? I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore!” Y/N pressed herself against Sanzu, and the control that Sanzu was attempting to maintain burst lose. He couldn't help himself from kissing her neck.
Y/N twirled around to face Sanzu, her gaze fell on his pinkish moist lips, and seeing how delectable it was, prompted Y/N to bite her bottom lips, drawing her face closer to him, hand pressed against Sanzu’s chest.
Y/N’s lower lip brushed against Sanzu’s upper lips, taunting him into a kiss. But before they could even kiss, Y/N moved her face away from Sanzu, leaving the man’s brow bumping together in a scowl.
“Keep it cool, what's the name of this club? I can't remember, but it's alright, a-alright (woo!).” Y/N continued to sing with her hand traveling from Sanzu’s chest to his abdomen, groin, and unexpectedly to his erected cock.
Y/N seized Sanzu's cock and squeezed it lightly, causing a moan to escape from his lips.
“You do realize that you are playing with fire, woman?” Sanzu whispered in a rasping tone. He tried to keep his composure, but Y/N’s hold on his member was too much that it drove him nuts.
Y/N sassily laughed at Sanzu’s remark and replied, in a flirtatious way, "I know, so what are you going to do about it?" The song she was singing was long forgotten as soon as she struck up a conversation with Sanzu Haruchiyo.
Sanzu snickered at the woman’s boldness. "How about I punish you," he chastised, sucking the inside of his cheek as his hand constantly moved at the woman’s face, touching her lips and removing the strand of hair that was covering her flawless face.
“How about you buy me a drink….” Y/N insisted, which made Sanzu even more amused by her.
Fascinated by the woman's boldness, Sanzu nodded and said, "Very well then, name your drink?" letting Y/N order anything she wished.
“Whiskey, neat…” Y/N smiled firmly, replying as she handed the microphone to the waiter beside her without turning her head or saying a word, her eyes fixed at Sanzu.
Bewitched by Y/N’s beauty and voluptuous figure, Sanzu couldn’t keep his eyes away from Y/N and her chest. “So, what brings you here?” he inquired, his finger fiddling with the glass of whiskey, creating a mini whirlpool in the drink.
“To have fun, of course,..” Y/N responded, taking a drink of her whiskey. She wiped her lips with the back of her palm before signaling the bartender to get her more whiskey.
“And you choose to have fun with me?” Sanzu asked Y/N questionably.
“Hm? Yeah, because by far you are the most handsome man I’ve seen in this club,” Y/N hum as a gentle smirk grows in the corner of her lip, taunting Sanzu to give in to her sweet deception.
“Really?”
“Not only that, but I’m also intrigued with your scar….” Y/N articulated.
Sanzu was astounded by Y/N’s remark because not everyone was intrigued by his scar. Most people are afraid of him because of his scar.
"Wanna touch it?" Gratified by Y/N’s compassion, he did the unusual, which is inviting and allowing people to touch his scar.
“Would you?”
“Go on ahead….”
Y/N shifted from her seat to Sanzu’s lap, resting her right arm on his shoulder while her left hand guided her index finger to trace the outline of Sanzu’s scar. “So…pretty,” she mumbled, admiring the eccentric shape of Sanzu’s scar.
Her gaze shifted, and her thumb and index finger moved from Sanzu's scar to his lips gently. Y/N pursed her lips and gulped, feeling an urge to kiss Sanzu. She cupped Sanzu’s cheeks and smashed her lips against his, letting herself have a little pleasure before the night ended.
Y/N’s lips slightly parted, enabling Sanzu's tongue to slip inside. Her tongue tasted like a sweet, venomous whiskey.
Intoxicated by their deepening kiss, one of Sanzu’s hands subconsciously grabbed Y/N’s boobs, while the other sought to remove her bandana top. But, all too quickly, Y/N broke the kiss and whispered, "Do you like my bandana top, Haruchiyo?"
“I would like it if you take it off,” Sanzu replied with a sultry inside voice, bringing his face closer to Y/N attempting to kiss her again.
“I’m saving it for later….” Y/N laughed flirtatiously, placing her index finger on Sanzu’s lip, restraining him from kissing further. “How about you introduce me to your friends?” she murmured, lifting Sanzu’s chin, and moving it in the direction where the VIP room is located.
Both Y/N and Sanzu caught Mikey looking at them intently from the VIP lounge. "I guess one of your friends is interested in me," Y/N said, moving out from Sanz's, smoothing down her skirt before picking up the glass of whiskey on the table and gulping it down in one sip.
Sanzu shook his head in displeasure, leaving his seat and heading to the VIP room with Y/N, where Mikey is. He is well aware that Mikey is interested in Y/N, and he knows that even before Y/N could enter the club, letting Y/N deceive him was in Mikey's plan all along.
Four prying eyes were gazing at Y/N as she made herself comfortable between Sanzu and Mikey.
“You're new here, aren’t you, Y/N?” Ran guessed, hastily taking a glass of whiskey, “I haven’t seen you before….”
Y/N laughed at Ran’s conjecture and spoke up to explain why they didn’t recognize her, “Me? No, you just haven’t noticed me with you so many girls around you….”
“I see…”
“You are a pretty good singer….” Rindou commented, and then Koko added, “And a dancer too!”
Fluttered of their compliment, Y/N giggled, “Thank you! Do you want me to sing and dance for you?” and in return, she wanted to perform a little something. A little something that would really turn the table upside down, luring them into mischief and mayhem.
“Sure, I bet Mikey would be delighted!” Kakucho concurred while smiling at rather bored Mikey before taking a sip of his whisky and turning at Y/N, who was sitting across the room from him.
“Hm, I don’t know. He seems uninterested….” Y/N hums as a lopsided pout develop on the corner of her lips, glancing at Mikey, who seems unimpressed by her presence and talent.
Mikey rolled his eyes and sighed, “Fine, entertain me….”
“As you wish…Manjiro…”
Y/N moved out of her seat and went to grab the remote of the TV to find the song she heard from Tiktok the other day. In her leisure time, she danced because dancing has always been her passion, even before she trained to be an assassin and became an undercover agent.
Feel your eyes, they all over me
Don't be shy, take control of me
Get the vibe, it's gonna be lit tonight
Y/N stretched her hands upward as the song began, closing her eyes to the beat of the music, slowly sliding her left hand down to her right arm, and running into the back of her head to move her hair to the side.
From his seat, Mikey was watching Y/N dance like a siren. She was marvelous yet dangerous. Her long, dark purple hair cascaded down her back like the gentler waves of a milder sea.
Y/N abruptly turned around, and their gazes locked. Mikey maintained his deadpan expression while maintaining eye contact with Y/N.
Noticing Manjiro’s eyes were all over her, Y/N slowly approached him, "Feel your eyes, they're all over me." Don't be shy, take control of me," she crooned, gyrating and swinging her hips over his lap while she took his hands, placing them on her neck and down to her chest.
"Get the vibe, it's gonna be lit tonight..." sang Y/N as she rested her arms on Mikey’s shoulders, leaning closer as she whispered into his ears, "Enjoying?"
“No…” Mikey replied with a gloomy sigh.
“Is that so? Then why are you blushing like a bitch in heat? Why’s your cock hard?” Y/N taunted, feeling Mikey’s cock through his pants.
.
“Did you just degrade me?” Mikey asked, watching Y/N’s clothed cunt grind against his lap. Y/N giggled as a reply, “Yes, and I know you like it….”
"You make me feel so sexy, Manjiro," Y/N murmurs into his ear, sending shivers down to his cock, making it more erected. Looking for more friction, Mikey drifts his hands to Y/N’s hips, bringing her into his crotch to slightly dry hump his clothed cock.
“Stay with me, keep going….” Mikey purr, “Make me feel good.”
“If I focus on you, the others might get lonely….” Y/N uttered, adjusting the lapels of Mikey’s coat while she continued lap-dancing him.
“Shut the fuck up and keep your eyes on me,” Mikey snarled, seizing Y/N’s jaw, clasping her cheeks as he motioned her sight at him. “Yes, sir….” Y/N diligently chortled into submission, prompting Mikey to let go of her jaw.
Y/N continued to grind at Mikey, pleasing him as much as she could. "I want to spice things up," she remarks before, leaning forward to plant a deep kiss on his lips, asking for his permission.
“Go ahead, show me what you can do, doll….”
Y/N reached behind her back and unclasped her bandana top, taking off the only clothing piece covering her chest. Mikey was awestruck by Y/N tits suddenly flashed before his eyes.
Mikey could overhear his executives gushing about how lucky he was. Y/N, on the other hand, has that alluring and coy expression on her face. "Like what you see?" she asked, chuckling.
“That’s not the fun part.” Y/N folded her bandana top into a blindfold and placed it over Mikey's eyes, obstructing his ability to see. “I want you to touch me with your eyes close and only my hands guiding you….”
“Just follow my lead….” Y/N said in a mellow tone, dragging Manjiro’s hand into her clothed pussy. “Can you feel how much I want you?”
“I do…”
“Wanna fuck me?” Y/N murmured. “I know you want to….”
When she didn't get a response from Mikey, Y/N moved off of his lap, turned her back away from him, and reached for her thigh holster hidden beneath her above-the-knee skirt.
She pulled out her Glock 19, but before she could turn her back, Mikey grabbed her hand and pushed her down against the table, twisting her wrist and holding her down.
“Do you think you can outsmart me, Y/N?” Mikey condemned, knowing Y/N’s plan and why she’s at the club. “Do you think you can outsmart Bonten? Your art of seduction doesn’t work against me anymore! We are not easily deceived by your sweetness, we know how dangerous you are!”
”Oh, you do?” Y/N lips pursed, delighted that Mikey acknowledged her skills.
“And it’s skeptical of you being captured this easily….” Mikey mused, and before he knew it, senbon needles were darting out from the ceiling and wall of the VIP room, and as a result, Mikey was forced to let go of Y/N to take cover.
Ran and the others did the same, but it was too late. The senbon needles pierced them, and these needles paralyzed them for almost 30 minutes, enough for Y/N to take down Sanzu and kill Mikey.
Before Bonten could even arrive at the club, Y/N had already modified the VIP room with the help of some friends, who are traitors of Bonten. They installed paralyzing senbon needles that will dart out in a time frame without using any remote to launch it.
But just like Mikey said, Bonten is smart, and Haruchiyo had already prepared himself for the worst-case scenario. Knowing that these darting senbon needles had a blindspot, Haruchiyo pulled Mikey and huddled to the side of the room where the needles couldn’t reach them.
Y/N crawled herself out of the room, but before she could go out, a hand wrapped around her ankles, pulling her back into the room. "You nasty bitch, come back here!"
Y/N was struggling to get free from Mikey's grip and didn't notice the shoe in front of her. She just became aware of it she heard footsteps approaching the room. She looked up to see a man with a scar on the right side of his face.
The man known as Takeomi had kicked her in the face, and the impact of his kick was enough to knock her out of consciousness.
Y/N was awakened by the sensation of someone breathing down her neck, and upon opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Mikey, who was hovering on top of her.
“I’m glad that my sleeping beauty is now awake,” he taunted, moving out of the bed, walking towards the balcony as he dragged a stick of cigarette between his lips.
“Where am I?” Y/N squinted, scrutinizing her surroundings, but she couldn't determine where she was due to her hazy vision that was caused by Takeomi’s kick.
Mikey chuckled at her cluelessness, “Did you really forget where I first fucked you and where you first attempted to kill me?”
Memories of that night flashed before her eyes, the heated kiss she shared with Mikey and the delightful, passionate sex she had with him repeating like a broken record in her mind.
“Do you remember it now, my love?”
“Aren’t you gonna kill me, Manjiro?”
“Oh my dear lovely, Y/N, you are so eager to die….”
“Let me ask my executives first, boys!” Upon Mikey’s command, Sanzu, Kakucho, Koko, Ran, and Rindou, along with Takeomi, entered the suite with smug looks on their faces.
Mikey walked towards Y/N and bent down to grab her jaw, picking her up from the bed like a rag doll. “Everyone, what do you think I should do with my lovely, Y/N?” he asked his executive's suggestions and opinions.
“Punish her until she can’t walk!” Ran suggested, patting Rindou’s back beckoning him to agree. Sanzu rolled his eyes because he believed that the kind of punishment that Ran talked about wasn’t enough.
“What do you think, Sanzu?” Mikey noticed Sanzu disagreed with Ran's proposition and considering Sanzu as the Bonten’s number two, his motion might be worth to be heard.
“Kill her!” Sanzu smirked.
"Oh, you naughty wackus bonkus," Mikey ridiculed Sanzu's notion, giving him a silly nickname. "Did you hear that, my lovely, Y/N? Sanzu wants me to kill you."
Mikey’s grip on Y/N’s jaw tightened as the adrenaline to kill pulsate through his veins. At the same time, Y/N’s determination to kill Mikey and put down Bonten grew even more substantial.
“You are bold but weak, Y/N….” Mikey’s tone dripped with hostility and ruthlessness, Y/N watched him pull out his pistol, which was hidden in the waistband of his trousers beneath his coat.
He let go of Y/N’s jaw as he pointed his gun at her. “Any dying wish?” he asked.
“Fuck me…” Y/N replied ironically and sarcastically with a haughty smile plastered on her face. It’s far-fetched for Y/N to pull this outrageous wish for her. What is she thinking?
Mikey frowned, and a vein popped out of his temple. In the blink of an eye, Y/N was holding her cheeks with fat tears building in the waterline as Mikey had slapped her. “So you want me to fuck you to death? I didn’t know that you are this whore for my cock!”
“On your knees, Y/N! Don't make me say it again!” Mikey fumed, prompting Y/N to obey what Mikey says like a little puppy. She knelt in front of him, watching him, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers.
Mikey tugged his boxer and trousers down, and his cock sprung free from the confines of his brief. His long, thick, and pulsating cock was oozing with pre-cum. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, brushing the tip of his cock on Y/N’s cheeks and lips, smearing his precum all over it.
Y/N gulped, recalling how she couldn't walk after Mikey fucked her the first time. It was only then she realized realize the consequences of her decisive decisions.
“Be a good girl and suck my dick!” Mikey tried to shove his cock into Y/N's mouth, but she refused to part her lips open with all the eyes watching her. “B-but Manjiro…” she faltered.
“Oh, are we shy now?” Mikey grinned. “I thought you like being shown off.”
“Come on, suck my dick. I’m sure Haruchiyo doesn’t mind it.” Mikey cupped and caressed Y/N’s cheeks as tears once again welled in her eyes, slowly parting Y/N’s lips by sliding his thumb into her mouth. “Right, Haruchiyo?”
“Yeah, sure…” Sanzu reassured, but still, Y/N refused to submit by shaking her head.
Annoyed and impatient at Y/N’s stubbornness, Mikey clenched his fist and restored to press his pistol against Y/N’s cheeks and made her choice. “You choose, Y/N, suck my cock or suck this gun?”
But, of course, Y/N chose to suck his cock rather than the gun he used to kill people. She began to stroke Mikey's cock up and down, making his sensitive shaft tingle, she then prepped Mikey’s cock with kisses from the bottom to the top.
Mikey started to feel the pleasure that he’s been wanting all along since Y/N entered the VIP room with Sanzu. Y/N's mouth was wrapped around his cock, sucking on it like a whore, her hands were messaging his ball, and her eyes were all over him.
"Damn, I hope Y/N can also give me a blowjob!" Mikey heard Rindou mumble. His eyes fell into Y/N, and then he noticed that her face was getting sloppy. “Suck it properly if you don’t want me to pull the trigger, Y/N,” he threatens.
Y/N nearly forgot that Mikey's gun was still aimed at her head. Afraid to disappoint Mikey, she lowered her head further until the tip of Mikey's cock reached the back of her throat. She attempted to move her lips away from him, but he had a firm grasp on her hair, leaving her with little choice but to suck it up.
“F-fuck, you are so good at this–ngh–” Mikey couldn't stop himself from digging his fingers into Y/N's scalp as she was giving him so much pleasure. He began to thrust his hips against her face. He was throat fucking Y/N in front of his executives shamelessly.
Suddenly, Mikey noticed the unnatural color of Y/N’s hair, promoting him to viciously yanked it. “Didn’t I tell you to stop wearing these ugly purple wigs?!” he scolded, letting Y/N’s long jet black hair sway along with his thrust.
"You are already pretty in your natural hair color,” Mikey complimented, gathering Y/N’s hair into a ponytail so it wouldn’t get in her way as she gave him a head.
Looking up at him with almost teary eyes, Y/N wondered if Mikey still remembers when he complimented her on how pretty her hair was. Mikey's onyx eyes were fixed on her lips, admiring the saliva that oozed out as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her throat.
Mikey was reaching his high, and before he cum, he pulled his cock out of Y/N’s mouth, and there was a thick threat of saliva connecting Y/N's mouth to the head of his cock when he drew out.
On the other hand, Y/N heavily panted in exhaustion, collapsing into the bed as she held her chest and closed her eyes. Her jaw and throat hurt after all the sucking.
“Aw, is my Y/N tired? I’m not done yet, sweetheart.” Mikey dragged Y/N to the edge of the bed and pressed his knee in between her thighs, spreading them apart so he could kneel between them.“I’m gonna fuck you to death, am I?”
“B-but I’m tired, Manjiro…My jaw hurts!” Y/N mewl.
“Oh shut up, you wished for it!” Mikey flipped Y/N’s skirt, exposing her soaked panties. Languidly running his fingers above her clothed cunt, he tsks.
"Look how wet you are, Y/N," Mikey teased, lazily dragging his fingers into Y/N’s slit, the beds of digits saddening.
“Shut up! I’m gonna kill you!” Y/N retorted.
“Hey boys, can you go out for a while? I can’t fuck Y/N with you watching, ya’know she gets shy.” Mikey asked his executives to go out because they had already seen enough.
Everyone agrees and leaves.
“It’s just you and me, Y/N. Show daddy what you came for….”
“Shut up! I here to kill you and avenge Michi–ngh–” Mikey ran a finger down into her slit once more before facing his palms upward, slowly sliding his middle finger into her sex.
“You still haven’t moved on, huh?”
“You killed my cousin, Manjiro! How could I?” Y/N cried to the reason why she trained to become an assassin.
Y/N and Takemichi were cousins, and because of Takemichi, Y/N met Mikey.
Y/N and Mikey eventually became friends and became a couple, but the events in the past break them apart. Despite what happened, Mikey still loves Y/N the same way he did before, but Y/N?
Y/N hates him for what he did. He killed Takemichi for leaving Toman, just for leaving Toman! Her anger grew even more when she learned that Mikey had become the leader of Japan's most feared crime syndicate.
“Tch, should I feel guilty?”
“Yes–ngh, fuuuck–” Y/N whined, feeling the cold muzzle of Mikey’s gun on her clothed pussy. “This is what I hate about you! Interrupting me while I’m takin–ngh–fuck!”
“Can’t help it, your pussy so good….” Mikey smirked, slipping through Y/N’s panties, and ran his tongue along her folds. At first, he takes it slowly, licking her slit to collect her juices. His lips encircle her clit and begin to flick and suck on the swelling bud, working up to a tempo that makes her core tense with ecstasy.
“Fuck!” Y/N screamed, cocking her head back and grabbing a fistful of Mikey’s hair, forcing him closer to her pussy. “More, Mikey, please, more….”
“So, you're calling me Mikey again, huh?”Mikey mumbles against her folds.
“Y-yes–so please make me feel good, Mikey!”
“As you wish, sweetheart….”
Mikey lapped Y/N's pussy like there was no tomorrow, his finger running up and down her slit to gather her witness before pushing two into her dripping hole.
Feeling the familiar coil in her gut, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, squirting all over Mikey’s tongue, Mikey's face was squeezed between her thighs, and her back was arched off the bed. Mikey pulled back with a smirk on his face and used the pad of his thumb to wipe Y/N’s glistening slick off his mouth and chin.
“I miss you so much, Y/N….” Mikey hoovered on top of her pulling her into a kiss. “I love you…” he mumbled between her lips.
“Mikey, y-you can’t love me–we are enemies!”
“Just tonight, Y/N… Allow me to be yours again….” Y/N nodded her head as a response and leaned up to kiss him.
Mikey rose from hoovering on top of Y/N, and he hurriedly stripped off his remaining clothing and tossed them onto the floor. He crawls over Y/N, one hand slowly pumping his cock while the other supports his whole weight.
Mikey positioned his cock at Y/N's entrance, teasing her by softly prodding and pressing his cock on her slit but never pushing it in. “You’re playing me, Jiro!” Y/N pout.
“I’m sorry, love….”
"Hmm, you’re extra nicer tonight….” Mikey faintly at Y/N’s claim. He is indeed nicer tonight because tonight is the last time she’d ever see him. He wants her by his side, but Y/N couldn't be near him even if he wanted to.
He’ll only burn her wings like a firefly who’s flying too close to a harshly bright lamp.
“Mikey? Are you still gonna fuck me to death?” Y/N taunted, startling Mikey back to reality. But, as a result of her teasing, Mikey plunged his cock into her without warning, causing her to whine in his clutches.
“Fuck!” Mikey groans once his shaft is entirely inside of Y/N’s pussy. He began to pick up his pace prompting Y/N to bite his shoulder, suppressing her moans and streams.
“I was just teasing y-you–ahh–fuck!”
Mikey got Y/N’s eyes rolling back to her skull as he slips in and out of her at a hasty pace. “That’s what you get for teasing me,” he smirked, kissing the slender column of Y/N's throat as he fuck her.
He continued kissing her neck while pounding her cunny, and then he moved close to her ear and whispered, “Who’s cock makes you feel good to forget your mission, hmm?”
"Yours, Mikey! Your cock makes me feel so good to forget my mission!" Y/N moaned, rolling her hips for more pleasure. Mikey hums from her lewd needy words to process to thrust into her deeper, brushing Y/N's g-spot at ease.
“Good girl, I’m glad you know….”
Y/N felt a coil in her stomach; her orgasm was building up again. “S-shit, Mikey–I’m cumming–ngh–” she cursed, taking a grip on the bed sheet while biting her lower lip.
“Y/N, a little more, just a little more…” Mikey panted, still thrusting on Y/N’s abused cunt. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”
“Where do you want it?”
“Inside, cum inside me, Mikey!”
“Fuck! I love you so much!” Mikey gasped loudly and threw back his head before slamming his hips into Y/N's, shooting his cum deep into her womb.
Mikey fell on top of Y/N, then rolled to switch positions, and he snuggled her up with his cock still inside her. “Goodnight, YN...” he whispered.
“Goodnight, Mikey…” Y/N buried herself at Mikey’s chest, curling up like a baby.
Mikey brushed Y/N's hair as he stared at the ceiling, wondering if he didn't kill Takemichi, would Y/N marry him? His lips pursed, even so, if he didn’t kill Takemichi, he still couldn’t give Y/N a better life because he is a criminal, and her life will always be in danger.
Mikey made sure that Y/N was deep in herself before he left her. He placed his handwritten letter on the bedside table, which he had written just after Y/N drifted to sleep. He stared at her sleeping figure for one last time before hugging her and kissing her forehead as a goodbye.
Y/N woke up with cold sheets, and there was no sign of Mikey. She panicked, getting up from the bed, causing her to fumble on the floor, blankets tangled in her legs.
She quickly stood up and surveyed the room, only to discover a letter on the bedside table, which she promptly opened to confirm her suspicion: Mikey had written her a letter.
To my hope, my starlight, Y/N:
Probably you are mad at me for leaving you without saying goodbye. As much as I want to stay with you, I can’t. I can’t be too close to you because I’m afraid that I might burn your beautiful wings with the shackles of my flames. But keep this in mind, even though I’m not beside you, my love for you will never change.
My heart will always long for you and only you. It’s you the only one who can make my stone-cold heart flutter in flames of love and desire. Furthermore, I sincerely apologize for ruining your mission in avenging your cousin, Takemich, but I can’t say "better luck next time" because last night was the last time you’ll ever see me again.
I wrote this letter because I can't say goodbye to you in person because I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go. I admit that I regret killing Takemichi and making you suffer the consequence of what I did, but I'm not asking for your forgiveness since you have the right to hate me.
If I can only turn back the time to make it up alright, I’ll choose the path of life where you and I are together. I love you, ai shiteru, mahal kita…My unwavering faith and unconditional love for you will remain the same no matter what language I say I love you in.
Farewell, Y/N,
Your love, Mikey
Y/N didn't realize tears were trickling down her cheeks as she read Mikey's letter; she didn't realize she was crying. She was too numb to notice that she’s been left behind once again.
"It doesn’t matter if my wings burn in the process of chasing you. What matters is that I’m so close to having you back...” Y/N uttered.
“Sanzu, bring a dorayaki to my room!’ Mikey instructed Sanzu as he walked past the kitchen on his way to his bedroom.
He just got out of a meeting, and he was exhausted. It’s been a week since he left Y/N, and since then, there was no sign of her unlike before she used to text him death threats for leaving her naked at an unpaid hotel room.
Upon entering his room, Mikey noticed a silhouette seated at his swirl, and his eyes widened as he realized who it was. “Welcome, Mikey…”
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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