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It wasn't unusual to find yourself in a meeting with Hajime Kokonoi. He is one of the only members of Bonten that you ever meet with whenever you receive a summons. Your job as an information broker meant that any information you may have started at the bottom of the chain of command and made its way up from there. While you had started as an independent worker, trading with whoever could pay, eventually you fell into Bonten's lap, so to speak.
You had met the Haitanis first. It was easy to meet clients in a bar. The jostling people, loud music, and general intoxication tended to limit any dangerous eavesdropping. You knew the bar you frequented was run by the brothers, but you didn't worry too much. You met your client outside, got the money, and then entered together to "gossip." However, after a couple of months, you were approached one evening by a tall, finely dressed man, with a very distinctive tattoo on his throat. He leaned against the bar, staring down at you, the corners of his mouth were quirked in a barely noticeable smirk.
"You're quite the regular," he said, leaning a bit closer.
You sipped your Manhattan, staring up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence.
"Your bartenders know what they're doing," you say confidently, nodding at the older gentleman milling about behind the bar.
Ran Haitani nodded thoughtfully, watching the man momentarily before fixing you with his sharp gaze. "Come with me," he said, stepping away from you and proffering you a hand.
"Why?" you asked, instantly tensed.
"Because I said so," he ordered.
You downed the rest of you drink, and delicately placed your hand in his upturned palm, letting him lead you through the crowd. People parted for him, almost instinctively and you watched as several employees kept their eyes fixed on the two of you as you exited from the front of house and into the back rooms of the bar. You're led to a small office and are basically pushed into a chair.
Ran takes his time unbuttoning his suit jacket and sitting across the desk from you, crossing one long leg over the other. He stared at you; through you, it felt like. You try not to fiddle in your seat and keep a steady gaze back at him. You knew it was an intimidation tactic and you'd be damned if it would work on you. Top gangster or otherwise.
You raised your eyebrows at him questioningly. You figured you were in trouble, but didn't yet know how much.
"I've been made aware about a certain business you've been up to in my establishment," he stated.
"Is that right?" you feign ignorance.
He hums, the smirk returning to his face. "I heard you've been selling secrets. And I'd like to know what kind."
'Who told you I was doing that?"
"My bartenders aren't just good at making drinks," he replied, matter of factly.
You frown. You were all into shady dealings as long as risk was minimal. You stared him down, weighing your options.
But before you could answer, the door swung open and in walked another man. This one just as smartly dressed, but with long white hair and the signature Bonten tattoo gracing his temple.
"Ah, our little gossip is here," he mused, closing the door and leaning against it.
"You're little what?" you snarked. You heard the deadbolt slide closed and suddenly felt more nervous.
"Gossip," Kokonoi replied, matter-of-factly.
"Now, before we run out of patience, tell us what you've been telling your clients over the past few months," Ran instructed, drawing your attention back across the desk.
You could hardly contain your shock to find yourself staring down the barrel of a pistol. You look back up at Kokonoi, who just raises his eyebrows expectantly.
"I don't work for free," you muttered, pushing it.
"Of course not," Koko says from beside you and you jump when a thick envelope drops into your lap. Taking a quick look you know it's way above your normal fee and you quickly weasel it away into your purse.
"What would you like to know?" You ask, relaxing into the chair, business-mode taking over, giving you an air of confidence. "I've never had to do any digging into you guys, if that's what this is about."
That was slightly what it was about, but they grilled you on everything. They got their money's worth and promised more with your continued cooperation, which is how you found yourself dealing with Kokonoi or one of the Haitanis at least once a month to "gossip." But that's also how you ended up on the radar of Bonten's Number 2: Sanzu Haruchiyo, the knife happy junkie who found a stupid amount of joy in being a pain in your ass.
It had started simply.
He appeared in one of your meetings with Ran, bursting into the room full of energy. He had pinned you under his gaze, grinning like a wolf to a lamb. Ran telling him to be nice only seemed to pique his interest further and from that moment onward, you managed to run into Bonten's second in command almost every time you visited.
The tension between the two of you started to grow after an incident at a party hosted by the Haitani brothers. You couldn't help but let your gaze wander around the room, watching everyone, eagerly listening to any conversation you could pick up. You were snapped out of your eavesdropping when an arm wrapped around your middle and a chin dropped onto your shoulder.
"Hear anything interesting?" a lethargic voice asked.
You tilted your head slightly to look at Sanzu. You were shocked by this sudden physicality, but decided not to question the irregular choices of a coke head gangster. "Did you need something?" you ask him in return, taking a sip of your drink.
"I'm bored. Usually the Haitani parties are better," he mumbles, fiddling with the silky material of your slip dress.
"That's too bad," you reply, increasingly distracted by the warmth of his body against yours. "Why are you telling me about it? Complain to Ran or Rindou."
"I did; they ignored me," he huffed, turning his head on your shoulder and breathing against your neck. "Play with me, let's do something fun."
"What are you? A kid?" Your chuckle quickly turns into a gasp as he pulls your hips back so your ass is pressed against him. He's staring down at you now with a smirk, as you look over your shoulder at him.
"What do you say?" He asks, cocking his head to the side.
Your eyes flutter shut as he slowly leans down towards you but before he can kiss you, Rindou appears beside you.
"Sanzu, the boss needs you," he interrupts.
You open your eyes when you feel Sanzu sigh against your lips.
"Fuck sake," he mutters, and just like that you're watching him walk across the bar and through a door, leaving you standing alone.
***
As time went on, these small moments continued. He'd encroach on your personal space, stealing touches and kisses, tempting you further, but circumstances of the job always distracted the both of you.
Until today.
You run into him after your meeting with Koko. Sanzu pulls you into his office, pushing you against the door. The hands on your hips hold you tightly as he invades your personal space. Your own hands gripped his arms, trying to keep yourself steady from all of his jostling. “Sanzu,” you mutter, “what the hell.”
“Who said you could prance around here looking like that?” he asks against your neck.
The smell of his expensive cologne mixed with the feeling of his lips grazing lightly against your skin made your thoughts lag. “I wasn’t prancing,” you pout. Before you can say anything else, you’re interrupted by the feeling of him sinking his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder. “What the FUCK, Sanzu?!” you bark, pulling him away from your neck by his hair.
He grins down at you, a cheeky sparkle in his eyes, and giggles. “This is your fault,” he says. “You can’t go around looking like a tasty snack and not expect to get bit.”
You cock an eyebrow at him. You always dressed in a blouse, skirt, and heels when you visited the office. The skirt may be a tad short but it was nothing out of the ordinary.
“You’re wearing my gift,” he clarifies.
Ah, the shoes, you realise. A pair of fancy Louboutins had appeared with your pay the other day and you weren’t going to ask questions about why you were suddenly receiving designer brands. You shake your head at him and push his face away, making him laugh. You don’t escape though, because his hands leave your waist to cup your face and press a bruising kiss to your lips.
“Do I get a reward?” he asks, lips brushing against yours. His pupils are blown wide and you aren’t sure whether it’s from excitement or whether he’s fucked up on something. But you decide to indulge him.
“A reward for what? Buying me a gift?” You ask with a slight laugh, eyes flicking to his lips again.
“Mhmm,” he hums, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips before trailing kisses along your jaw to your neck. “Don’t you think I deserve a reward?”
“What did you have in mind?” you ask, playing dumb. You smirk when his hands land on your shoulders, urging you to kneel.
“I’ve got a couple ideas.”
You gently push him backwards. “Sit,” you order. If you were going any further you didn’t want to be pressed against the door for anyone walking by to hear.
Sanzu smiled wide again and backed away, flopping into one of the chairs, legs spread invitingly.
You had to admit, arrogant men with power were a weird turn on of yours, but one you were absolutely going to take advantage of. As you knelt in front of him, you could feel your own arousal growing and you were certain it wouldn’t take long for your panties to be soaked. His own excitement was obvious from the bulge in his trousers. You made quick work of his belt and fly, pulling his pants down just enough to be able to tease his hard member though his boxers. You were egged on by his sigh, and you pulled his cock free. He’s way bigger than you had anticipated, which only added to your own excitement. You slowly jack him, spreading the precum around the head with your thumb. You relish in the way his breath hitches when you finally run your tongue from base to tip. You tease him with your tongue for a couple moments before finally endeavouring to take the length of him into your mouth. You get as far as you can without gagging, working what remains with your hand. Suddenly, however, Sanzu wrests control from you.
With one hand he shews your own hands from his shaft and with the other he tightly grips your hair. Curses and moans fall from his lips as he controls your movements up and down his cock. He starts gently enough, but this doesn’t last. He’s pushing the limits of your gag reflex and you can feel tears start to well in your eyes. You moan as he fucks into your mouth. “Fuck, feels so good,” he babbles, head thrown back on the chair, mouth hanging open.
It’s not long before he has you pulled as far down onto his cock as he can get you, and you feel hot spurts of his cum shoot down your throat. You swallow around him, making him moan loudly before pulling away from you. Your chin is resting in his palm and he gently wipes some semen from the corner of your lips with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth. He chuckles when you gently bite down on the digit. He stares down at where you sit between his thighs for a brief moment motioning for you to get up. "Strip," he orders, staring you up and down.
Sanzu watches as you slowly unzip your skirt, letting it fall to the ground and stepping out of it. You leave the heels on for good measure. You discard your blouse and bra onto the floor as well and stand before him in your lace panties.
Before you can continue, he stands abruptly and herds you towards the desk. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your waist and massaging your breasts. Your thighs hit the desk and before you could sit, he spins you around and has you pressed against the desk, one calloused hand gripping the back of your neck. You sigh deeply as he grinds himself against your clothed core. His free hand slides from your shoulder to the base of your spine before he roughly slaps your ass, the moan you'd been holding in escaping at that moment. He began to tease you through your panties, rubbing your clit with his long digits. "Someone's excited," he teases. "Did choking on my dick do that much for you?"
You moaned in response. His touch was just delicate enough that it was torturous. You needed more than he was currently giving you. Your eyes snap open when his hand stopped moving.
"I asked you a question," he says, clearly expecting an answer. "Did you enjoy sucking me off that much?"
"Yes," you breath and he chuckles.
"Good girl," he replies. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and push them down your thighs in a quick motion.
You try not to fidget under his gaze. You could feel him appraising the sight of your glistening folds. He grips your ass cheeks roughly, spreading you open and watching you clench around nothing. "Hot," he mumbles seemingly to himself.
You moan loudly at the sudden feeling of him licking a stripe along your slit. "Fuck, Sanzu," you breath. You could feel him laugh against you as he eats you out. Your hands grip the edge of the desk and you bury your face in the crook of your elbow to try to muffle some of the noise.
His one hand returns to your neck to hold you down while his other hand roughly pushes two fingers into you, making you instinctually clench around the intrusion. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out, curling every so often to tease your g-spot. He was quickly turning you into a babbling mess. You wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you, but your begging fell on deaf ears as he continues to torment your pussy. You can feel your excitement start to make a mess of your thighs, which adds to the eroticism of the sloshing of his fingers flicking within you. But all of a sudden his fingers disappear, leaving your walls fluttering and halting your impending orgasm. You aren’t left hanging for long however, and he begins to tease your folds with his tip. Sanzu groans as he pushed into you, revelling in the feeling of your pussy gulping at his cock.
You whine as he quickly bottoms out. He is so deep and you feel so full, you’re certain you could break to pieces. Your hips twitch, urging him to start moving. He set a brutal pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. You think that whoever was in the next office would definitely hear the sound of his hips meeting your ass.
He hikes one of your thighs up onto the desk, opening you up wider for him as he pounds into you. He wraps an arm around you to grip you by the throat, pulling you up so your back arches almost painfully. Your head falls backwards and you cry out from the slight change of position. It felt like he was now deeper than ever. The added sensation from the pressure of his hand around your throat adds to your arousal and you grip his forearm with one arm, trying to hold yourself up with the other.
You can feel the pressure in your abdomen start to grow and you knew it wouldn't take much more for you to cum. You reach toward your clit, needing just a bit more, but Sanzu is quicker. He releases your throat, and grabs your arms. In a blink you’re pinned to the desk, arms locked in one of his large hands above your head, his other pinning your hip to the desk.
"Fuck, please, Sanzu, I'm so close," you whine, frustrated. You continue begging him, your orgasm slowly getting closer. You could tell that he was getting closer too. His rhythm was starting to falter and he quietly moaned above you.
He holds out on you for a minute, enjoying your desperation. Finally, he takes pity on you with a laugh and releases your arms, instead reaching around you to roughly rub your clit.
As soon as his fingers met your sensitive bud you came hard on his cock. Crying out, your muscles contract sharply, leaving you a shaking mess. He fucks you through your orgasm, enjoying the sound of his dick splashing in and out of you. It didn't take much longer before he groaned deeply, pushing as far as he could into you, filling you with his cum, making you moan at the sensation.
The two of you are silent for a moment, catching your breath. You twitch as he pulls out of you and you can feel his intense stare watching as his cum seeps from your spent pussy. You hear him do up his belt and you roll to sit on the edge of the desk.
"Well that was fun," he muses, straightening his tie. "We'll have to do this again. Anyways, catch you later, sweet cheeks," he says with a wink.
You gasp as he opens the door and slips out, leaving you naked on the desk full of his cum. "Fuckin' junkie," you mutter.
You sit for a minute before trying to put yourself back together. Before you leave, you look at your phone and notice a missed text from an unknown number,
03-xxxx-xxxx
- text me when you wanna have more funn
- 😘
You shake your head and can't help but chuckle. You definitely wouldn't pass up that opportunity.