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BOSS’S WIFE
໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ─── 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍!𝐑𝐀𝐍 w fem!reader who’s his boss’, Mikey’s, wife. warning(s) -> angst. nsfw. mdni. ran x reader + mikey x reader. infidelity obvly. a lil bit apathetic reader. dark themes(prostitution mention, drugs, murder). hints of lovesick ran. unrequited love from ran to reader. one-night stand vibes. near death experience. cheater!reader ig. alleged cheater!mikey. there’s some slowburn cs you’re stubborn. miscommunication between mikey and reader. endearments (darling, princess, etc.). car sex. praise. a lot of plot. i dont condone cheating whatsoever. not proofread. wc is 4.5k
author’s comment. mmyyeaahh so i def have a fav haitani now + urghhh not too happy w this BUT i liked exploring the idea
It was hours past midnight, the city cold and humid from recent rain that had stopped minutes ago. You sat beside your husband, Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano, on the couch of the isolated jazz club that he owned. He was talking business with some other yakuza men, something about delivery and drugs, perhaps a brief topic of prostitution exchange.
The unsettling environment wasn’t out of the ordinary for you anymore, not since you’ve known Mikey. You’ve stuck to him since middle school—more like he made you stick to him. But you never really made an effort to leave.
He satisfied you enough, your needs, emotionally and physically. Nothing made you feel better than the feeling of being needed, and your husband was the same. He needed an anchor, a reason to be. Coincidentally, you were willing to be both.
Mikey in this fic lowkey
NEW TOKYO REVENGERS OFFICIAL ART!!!!
Oh wow…😵💫😵💫
cock cage, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm
praedator! sylus who was sat down on a chair for an investigation, wrists held tight around his back by cuffs that his beloved enforcer graciously placed on him. He was whole-heartedly ready to keep his mouth shut and spilling sarcastically erotic words for this investigation but yet again, his enforcer was full of surprises. You chose to make this investigation a hands-on one, it seemed.
praedator! sylus whose saliva drools down the corner of his lips from all the ruthless teasing you gave him, heartlessly adding another body part of his to muzzle other than his mouth.
praedator! sylus who’s cock is achingly hard, pulsing in pure agony in its cage as it wept from the bulbous tip, flushed a deep shade of red bordering on purple from neglect. He curses you out, barks and growls at you to have you take off the muzzle and touch his bare cock. You could see how his hips jerked forward, thrashing around as much as his restraints allowed him too. And yet his feral threats only sounded yet needy pleas from the white haired praedator.
praedator! sylus who borderline whines and whimpers when you tease him long enough by denying him every single orgasm he was close to having. Even with a mere finger of yours running up and down the underside of his cock, praedator! sylus could feel his balls churning and drawing up tight, dangerously and embarrassingly close to exploding all over himself.
praedator! sylus who grunts and pants heavily like a dog when you bring his overstimulated dick to the brink of yet another climax, moaning out name like a curse and a prayer with his hoarse, baritone voice. His head thrown back would lean back forward when your fingers keep going on the agonising ministrations you provided to his erect cock, a light of hope that you’d lay mercy on him sparking in his lust-drunk mind. Hope that you’d consider finally letting him cum.
praedator! sylus who mumbles ‘yes’ repeatedly like a mantra when he feels himself inches away from spilling his load, the pads of your fingers rubbing insistently on his sensitive cockhead. His muscles flex, body tense as if bracing himself for the imminent impact that this orgasm would have on his body and mind—fuck, maybe his soul too. But you had to ruin it. Ruin the allusions of the most mind-blowing orgasm he might’ve had if you had just kept your hand moving. And now he’s a mess all over, hips bucking in the air and his rock-hard erection erupting like a fountain of thick pearly liquid of backed-up semen. His body spasms, laying back on the backrest of the chair as his thighs quiver with his entire body. His black pants are ruined, the concrete floor a lewd puddle of his baby batter that just kept flowing with each pulse of his cock and balls.
praedator! sylus whose mind turns so fucking hazy he can’t think of a single thought, only muttering promises of revenge at you while his crimson eyes remained unfocused, his vision of white spots forming as he threatened to pass out on you that very moment.
CALEB, THE FARSPACE COLONEL
𝐻𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝒯𝒰𝑅𝒩𝒮 with single-minded determination to keep you near him at all times. Even with a 180 degree turn of his personality during his interrogation of you before, he assures you that protocol was the only reason for his brief change. Yet in the privacy of his room, he doesn’t exactly change to normal..
You didn’t know what brought you to the current situation you were in. To be more detailed, the situation you were in included you sprawled out on his bed, shirt bunched up beneath your chin with Caleb’s body hovering above you, burying his cock into you with reckless abandon. It all started with an innocent, heartfelt confession. But little did you know that calebs’ feelings would run so deep, so intense, to the point he had to have his mouth latch onto one of your tits, eagerly suckling on a nipple all the while his hips were unrelenting.
“W-wait, Caleb, please, I can’t cum again,” you whine with a sob, hands above you clinging onto his pillow for dearlife as he brought you to the brink of your nth orgasm. Caleb on the other hand seemed better than you despite the fact he would follow you every time you came, spilling his seed into your warm channel as if in sync. In truth, he wanted to cum the moment he slid inside your wet heat, but decided against it, wanting to cum with you. “Yes you can, I know you can, sweet girl,” he mumbled persuasively sweet against your flushed skin, your tits aching in the best way in his squeezing hand and warm mouth.
SAVE A PLANE, RAWDOG A PILOT
DEAR PILOT of yours just can’t stand not touching you after every flight you share together. He says its because he misses you, you say its because he needs to mark your pretty body for the next flight you’re on to ward off unwanted attention.
working with your childhood friend as a stewardess at an airline he worked as a pilot was.. pleasurable to say the least. Caleb had trained to be a fighter pilot, something you respected him for despite his ridiculous teasing whenever he came home. But what you wondered most now, was why he suddenly abandoned his duties just to be a pilot for a normal plane travelling across countries.
Crisp uniform, fitting hat and a smug smile. Today was one of the many unlucky days you shared a flight with him. Fuck this guy, you snarled in your mind whenever you even caught a glance of him coming out the cockpit. Though those words became a literal fuck me real quick after a long flight.
