𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰.
featuring...manjiro "mikey" sano.
run time...2 mins 59 secs (866 words)
advisory...bonten!mikey, afab!reader, bad timeline, lil gun action, unprotected dick ridin, consensual exhibitionism, voyeurism. minors, blank/ageless blogs DNI.
notes from the producer...decided to kick things off with one of my fave pieces. first uploaded this on @/crybabysano after i got an ask requesting me to expand a thirst i had. enjoy!
Bonten!Mikey who's so fucking whipped for his baby. Your Mikey who's so wrapped around your pretty ringed fingers that he can't even say no when you ask to warm his cock while he runs his meeting.
He's sitting in his high back leather chair like the prince he is, the large wooden desk covering your lower halves while you're spread out on his lap with your back to his subordinates. Mikey's long coat is draped over your shoulders, with his sinewy gloved fingers shoved into your mouth to keep your moans muffled as he unashamedly thrusts his naked hips against yours.
Obsidian eyes, swallowed up by dilated pupils take in the way his men's attention keeps shifting back to you. Mikey sees how they're fighting not to adjust themselves in front of him, outright leering at the sight of your spit running down his hand as you suck on his fingers, gagging when the pads brush the back of your throat.
They barely notice when he pauses his speech, doesn't even register the loaded .22 Magnum being placed in his free hand until it goes off with a loud bang inside the metal warehouse. With the exception of his execs, they all flinch, but you, your walls clenched so tightly around his dick that has your little lover, their lunatic leader practically gritting the next words out.
"Keep starin' and the next one goes in your head."
His right hand man doesn't even bother hiding his grin, knowing how serious he is. Sanzu's seen it happen before, knows his king won't hesitate to pop a cap in some underling's head for ogling you. He and the other executives know Mikey wouldn't hesitate to give you anything you ask for, so if you want dick in the middle of a meeting, he's not going to deny you, could never, so dick it is. Another thing he commends his king for, he thinks he's kind because he gives the grunts somewhat of a free show. But, if they're gonna start ignoring him in favor of listening to your cute little whimpers as you ride their leader's cock then that's where they'll have a problem.
Mikey allows you to brush a stray lock of stark white hair from his face, then accepts your feather light kiss on the cheek as he keeps narrowed eyes trained on the subordinate with the bullet hole between his feet.
"Do I make myself clear?"
You're almost sure you heard a couple necks crick from how fast they nodded their heads. Then, Mikey's gripping your waist as he bucks his hips into yours, smoothly resuming his meeting as you pant in his ear, face hidden in his silky tresses while trying to chase your high. The leaking, mushroom tip of his length spears your sweet spot, with the pulsing veins on his shaft rubbing and dragging along your fluttering walls.
"Jiro, please?" You beg and he stops again, dark eyes flicking to your frame and blazing like an oil fire. The gun is placed under your chin, and you shudder at how the barrel is still warm when he uses it to tilt your head up so you're able to look at him.
"Excuse me?" He tsks, finger grazing the trigger you know he wouldn't dare pull. You know it's for show, you can see it in the few seconds his gaze falters; flickering once, twice or three times to the safety he knew for a fact he had turned on.
"Jiro sama, more please?" Your voice trembles as you lift yourself up to bounce on his lap, whimpering in relief because you feel him right there, brushing against your bundle of pent up nerves as the lewd squelching of your pussy fills the room again.
He wants to tip his head back and screw his eyes shut, wants to lose himself in the warmth of your cunt, it's still squeezing him so fucking tight that it's making him feel a little dizzy, making it seem as if he can feel every drop of blood that's rushing to his cock. The now cool nozzle grazes your lips and on command, they part. Then, he's leaning forward to spit into your waiting mouth, his chest fluttering as you eagerly swallow it down. Playing it up, you stick your tongue out for him and he's sucking on it lightly, the strings of saliva connecting your lips breaking when you pull away from his feverish kiss.
"Sanzu." He doesn't even look at the man as he addresses him, too busy staring at your bouncing tits and blissed out expression.
The pink haired man understands immediately. "Okay, all of you get out. Fucking perverts."
Before the mahogany doors slam shut, there's the distinct 'thud' of Mikey placing you on his desk and he's quick to drink up your echoing moan when he slams into you, burying himself to the hilt in your snug heat.
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