The Dragon's Keep
A/N: Loosely based on the idea of a manga I recently read about a Yakuza deferring payment in exchange for having sex with the love interest. Incredibly AU but hopefully in character? This is new territory for me. Also, lots of dirty talk. Sorry for typos, I did this quickly before heading to work. I hope you enjoy! Let me know if you liked it, what you liked, what you didn't, etc!
"So, you see, your old man owes us a lot of money. And he needs to pay his debt."
Blue eyes scanned over the speaker, expression dull with a hint of annoyance. "Good luck on your search for him."
"You don't seem to get it. We're not going anywhere." The man went on, again, explaining the unfortunate situation Iruni had found herself in. "If he can't pay, you will."
The same blue eyes stared at him with the same expression as before, before roving over the faces of the two men flanking him. Tall, well-built, black suits. Just like her father to get her mixed up with the Yakuza. The damn fool. Tilting her head, she ran through a list of options, still scanning her attention over the three men who had invaded her living room.
"I don't remember signing any paperwork." She finally spoke again, annoyed but trying her best to sound cordial. "I'm not legally responsible for my father's idiocy."
"Doesn't matter to me." The guy shrugged. "All I want is my money. I don't really care who it comes from."
"I don't have it."
"Miss Mikamoto, I don't think you're fully grasping the situation you're in." The man spread his hands, displaying his palms to her. "This isn't a negotiation. We will get our money. It's in your best interest to just play along and either find your old man or find the cash."
Iruni leaned back in her chair after setting her teacup on the table. Pursing her lips she stared at him.
"Father will eventually have to come home. You're welcome to wait outside for him." She gestured to the door. "Of course, I have no idea where he is or when he'll be back, but don't let that stop you from waiting."
The man to the left huffed in a way that sounded like a disguised laugh. She drug her eyes to him, noting the white bandana wrapped under his bangs, the bandages peaking from under his sleeve. Unusually colored eyes, a strange red that seemed unnatural. His suit wasn't as well kept as the other two, his hair a spiky mess and he looked less interested in his affairs than his counterparts.
A handsome face for a criminal, she mused.
"You think this is funny?" The front man glared to the left.
"I think we're wasting our time." Came the brusque response.
"If it will get you out of my house, I'll give you what money I have. It's not much." Iruni stood up and the quick movement made all three men tense. She eyed them then went to her bag before returning with a slim handful of bills. "Here."
She handed the money to the front man he laughed at the paltry offering, earning a frown.
"You're going to have to do better than this. If you need to make more cash, I know a brothel that would just love you." He leered at her, openly scanning his lecherous attention down her body then back up to her face slowly. "You look like the sort of girl who could have fun at a place like that."
"You can leave now." She gestured to the door. "You've given me your information. I'll call you if my father comes around."
They stood, and the man on the left looked amused by her cold demeanor. The front man slipped her cash into his pocket. "You be sure to do that. I'm not a patient man and neither is my boss."
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind while I continue to have zero control of this situation." Iruni followed them to the door, jerking it open for them. "Be safe in your travels, gentlemen."
They passed through without argument, bidding her a goodnight in vaguely threatening tones. The last man, with the bandana, took an extra second to look her over appraisingly before smirking and following his comrades through the door.
"Hiei. Why don't you give Miss Mikamoto a visit tomorrow?" The front man grumbled.
"If she didn't have money today, she won't have money tomorrow." Hiei lulled his response.
"It wasn't actually a question."
"Understood."
Iruni Mikamoto didn't have the best luck. She never really had. And if the man waiting on her porch was any indication, that wasn't about to change. Lowering her umbrella under the awning, she shook the rain from the material before reaching into her pocket for her keys, not acknowledging the black suit leaning by her front door.
"You heard from your old man?" He asked, bored.
"No."
"You got money today?"
"No."
"I guessed as much."
She eyed him, pushing the door open. "Well, have a pleasant evening."
Her dismissal earned a faint chuckle from him, but when she went to close the door, he splayed a hand against the wood. He was strong, that much was evident from the way he easily shoved the door back open and stepped over the threshold. Closing it behind him, he moved forward until he was standing over her, expression intimidating as he held eye contact.
"Here's the deal Miss Mikamoto, I have to come here everyday until you or your old man pay up. The longer I have to be here, the more likely it is that I'm going to get annoyed. I don't have a great deal of patience. And when I lose my temper, it isn't pretty. So, are you sure you've done everything you need to contact your father?" He continued to stare at her face as she gripped her umbrella tightly to her chest, her head tipped back to look up at him.
It was a lot easier to impress the gravity of the situation now that he wasn't a pipsqueak of five-three. Standing tall at a decent five-eleven had a lot of advantages.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. I was too busy thinking about how incredibly rude you are to wear your wet shoes in my living room." She blinked, seemingly jerking herself back into the moment. "What were you saying? Something about being sorry for tracking dirt onto my carpet, I hope."
His eyes widened a fraction before softening some, a smirk stealing over his expression.
"You've got a wicked sharp tongue, young lady." He told her, leaning closer. "You might want to be mindful of how you use it."
"I'm fairly certain we're nearly the same age." She shot back.
Looking down her, he had to wonder. She was a petite thing, standing at maybe five-two if he was being generous. Far more likely she was around five-foot-nothing. Her lack of height didn't seem to stop her from thinking she was tough, it seemed. Even her slight build didn't hold her back.
"Someone didn't drink their milk or eat their vegetables." He told her, voice a low rumble. "How old do you think I am, exactly?"
She pulled back, assessed him again, scrutiny scrunching her features for a moment. "Twenty-eight or nine."
Hiei pulled back, surprised by the accuracy of her guess. "Twenty-nine."
"See then, we are about the same age. Only a two-year difference." She lifted her chin. "So stop being disrespectful."
He raised his eyebrows and then nodded, allowing his attention to wander around her home. Sparsely furnished with pieces that were well-worn and probably needed replacing. But it was clean. What little she had was well cared for.
"I get paid on Thursday. I'll give you more money then." She informed curtly. "Hopefully that keeps your temper in check, strange man who welcomed himself into my home."
"Hiei." He offered lightly, looking her over again.
"Your name isn't all that important." She responded callously. "Another black suit, just like your friends from yesterday. And I don't make a habit of talking to piles of clothes."
He grabbed her chin and his hand could have covered her face for their size difference. Bending down to stare into her blue eyes with a mild glare he said, "Now whose being rude."
"You still haven't removed your shoes. That pretty much set the tone for our dynamic." She responded hotly.
"What did I say about that tongue, girl?"
"I assure you, I'm minding each syllable." She assured him and her narrowed eyes pulled another smirk from him.
"I'll take a look around and then leave. Gotta make sure you aren't lying to protect your old man." Hiei kicked off his shoes lazily and headed for the stairs.
Perhaps he hadn't been meant to hear her muttering or maybe she didn't know she'd spoke aloud, but it surprised him all the same.
"Like I'd hide that bastard." She spoke under her breath. "Good riddance."
Hiei made quick work of looking through the small two story home, perusing the rooms with professional haste. By the time he had his shoes back on Iruni had barely had time to make herself a cup of tea.
"See you Thursday, Miss Mikamoto." Hiei stared at her and she ignored him in favor of her teacup and a book settled on her lap. "Try not to let that mouth of yours get you into trouble."
He left, sweeping out into the wet street toward his motorcycle tucked away a space spaces down the road. Glancing back at the house with the lights on only in the living room, he smirked again.
Thursday came and went with the same sharp banter and an exchange of money as their encounter with each other on Tuesday evening. Iruni came home to find Hiei lounging by her door. She ignored him until he spoke to her, asking for the money. She handed it to him in a white envelope, waiting for him to count it before letting herself into the house. He engaged her with the same questions, she responded in the same manner she had before ("Am I going to have to remind you take off your shoes every time?", and he inspected the house. And just like on Tuesday, she sipped her tea and ignored him when he left.
It became a routine. Iruni would come home from work and Hiei would be there, leaning beside her door. He'd ask the same questions, she'd offer the same answers, and then he'd barge in and invade her home. For the first few weeks he showed up sporadically, but always on Thursdays when she got paid. It could be that she only see him twice a week, or it could be that she saw him every other day. But never twice in a row and rarely in a pattern she'd be able to determine ahead of time. The only constant was Thursday and she was sort of thankful for the regularity of that because at least she'd know what to expect.
The third week he commented on her schedule, noting how easy it was to predict when to be there because she came home the same time every single day. She pointed out that that's generally how jobs worked, and if he had any knowledge of working for an honest living he'd know that.
But this was the fifth week and Iruni had actually gotten home early due to sheer luck. Or, she had thought so until she remembered she wasn't a lucky person and never had been. Pulling out her keys only to find her door pushed ajar reminded her of that.
"Black suit?" She called into the house, pushing the door open while her pulse thundered in her ears. "It's rude to invite yourself into someone's locked home, you know. I hope you don't do this all the time."
No shoes waited by the door, earning a frown from her. Pulling hers off she tried to remember if she'd forgotten to lock the door that morning. Maybe she had? Perhaps the wind had pushed it open? Only it wasn't a particularly windy day.
"Black suit, if you're in here, could you say something?" Iruni gripped the strap of her shoulder bag tightly in her hands before slipping it over her head and setting it quietly by her shoes. No response. "Hello?"
She left the door open as she stepped into the living room, eyes sweeping for anomalies. She heard the creaking on the stairs a little too late, spinning so fast her hair curtained around her. The man on the stairs was not wearing a black suit. Or a bandana. Her eyes widened as she stepped back, eyes moving from him to the door. Could she make it?
"Don't think about it, girly." He tisked and she tensed. Moving down the steps he pushed the door mostly closed. "I don't want to hurt ya more than I hafta."
"You don't necessarily have to hurt me at all. What do you want?" Iruni screamed as a second man grabbed her from behind, arms wrapping around her middle and pinning hers to her sides.
"None of that now." The first man stalked forward, wrapping his palm over her mouth as she continued to try to scream. "See, we were looking for you daddy and he isn't home. He owes us some money, see, and unfortunately it looks like you're the only way to pay the debt."
More debt? But these men weren't Yakuza. Just slime ball loan sharks. Iruni tried to toss her head side to side, attempting to dislodge his hand but his grip tightened.
A rumble in the street beyond the door cut off suddenly, and blue eyes widened as she registered the sound. She'd heard it enough to know what it meant. Did these guys work with him? He said before, hadn't he, that he'd get annoyed having to wait. Maybe he'd called in reinforcements. Her heart hit her ribs, each movement aching as adrenaline made her shake.
"Be a good girl, for your daddy and for us." The man leered at her. "We're going to do you a favor and help you make some money. Some of our friends are really gonna like you."
Hiei parked his bike and shoved his hands into his pockets, tracing the sidewalk toward Mikamoto's house. As usual none of the lights were on. He had about fifteen minutes before she'd be here, he knew that, but he liked to be waiting when she arrived. If she managed to lock him out it would be irritating.
Stepping onto the porch he moved to settle in his usual spot beside the door when he noticed the gap between the frame and door itself.
Open? He stared at it, then turned and looked around the street. A van was parked a shortways down. Eyes narrowed he studied it.
Pushing the door open slowly, he looked around the interior, gaze coming to a full stop as it settled on the two men holding the woman in place in her living room. Blue eyes met his, wide with a fear he didn't know she had the sense to possess.
"Ah." Hiei nodded, walking into the space and closing the door behind him.
Without another word he launched at the man holding Mikamoto's face, making short work of throwing him to the ground with a stiff punch to the side of the head. The man behind her dropped his hold, allowing the woman to duck out of the way and run for the door. Hiei palmed the man's face, wrapping his fingers like he would a basketball and used the hold to keep him place while he punched in in the stomach. The first attacker regained his feet, coming up with a knife in his hand.
Iruni thought about opening the door and running into the street. But what then? Turning she saw the knife and her eyes narrowed. No. Running wasn't an option.
She grabbed her umbrella from beside the door and ran back into the living room, using the handle to get a solid hit into the man's back as he slashed Hiei's arm. Swearing, Hiei stepped back, foot sliding into a fighting stance before he unleashed his fury on the two men. Between his height, his strength and his truly nasty temper, they left barely conscious and black and blue.
Iruni stood by the wayside realizing she hadn't really helped at all after they scrambled out of her house. Hiei's breathing heaved as he stood in the center of the room, prepared for another attack by the look of stance and fists. She stepped toward him, the movement edging a creak from the floor and he spun to face her with his eyes wild and hands up. She flinched, tucking her chin down slightly before he'd even gotten close enough to hit her.
He saw the saw she tightened her grip on the umbrella, the immediate acceptance that he was about to strike her.
"You get hit a lot?" His voice sounded rough, any of the usual amusement totally drained from it.
"Not at the moment." She told him, avoiding looking at his face for her obvious embarassment. "It's been over a month, a least."
She didn't have to say it outright, he knew she meant her father. Eyes narrowed, temper still pulsating in his blood, Hiei stomped toward her and ripped the umbrella from her hands.
"Don't ever jump in like that again." He raised his voice and she stared up at him. "What would you have done if he'd stabbed you?"
"I wasn't thinking about that." She admitted quietly.
"Obviously." He pointed out dryly. "Look at you. You're tiny."
"I wasn't just going to let them kill you!" She steeled herself and rose her voice, feet planted. "Two on one isn't fair!"
"You're right. They would have needed two more guys to make it fair for them." Hiei agreed darkly. "Don't do it again."
"I guess I'll have to wait until the next time someone tries to kidnap me to see if I can stick to those terms." She shot back and her voice cracked a little, eyes misting as the stress of the situation hit her in full. "Next time…"
"There won't be a next time." Hiei told her firmly and the resolution in his voice made her look away again. This time her eyes settled on his arm and she gasped as she grabbed the appendage to study the cut. "It's fine."
"We have to clean this!" She shook her head and drug him toward the stairs. "I have a first aid kit in the bathroom. Who knows what that knife has been through. You could get tetanus!"
Hiei indulged her, allowing her to pull him up the stairs by his wrist. Her adamance was almost admirable. When she forced him to sit on the toilet as she tiptoed to reach the kit on the top shelf of the linen closet he smirked. He got up and reached over her, pulling the basket containing the red bag and various bottles down for her and immediately she scolded him and made him sit again.
Endearing, that's the word. Hiei mused to himself, watching her fuss over his minor wound as though his entire arm might fall off any second. Stripping off his jacket and button down, he offered his bandaged arm to her in his black tank top.
He did not miss the jibe about him still wearing his shoes. Heaving a sigh, he kicked them off, staring at her pointedly afterward.
Unwinding the bandages already in place on his arm she dared to ask, "Were you already hurt?"
"No."
She glanced at his face and noted he was watching her with some interest. Nodding, she went back to work and found herself staring at an intricate dragon tattoo. Each scale finely detailed, purple eyes like a mystical fire, it wound around his arm from wrist to bicep. Her fingers traced over the design, her reason for stripping the bandage momentarily lost on her as she studied the artwork. The muscles underneath his skin were well defined, worth their own in detail study, but she remembered suddenly why she was holding his arm and shook herself from her stupor.
Her intense regard for patching him up meant she didn't look at his face. Hiei thought that might be good, since he was staring at her so intently. Her awe at seeing his tattoo warmed him. Some people didn't like them, and fewer liked seeing those in his line of work. Normally the ones who glimpsed his dragon were terminally unlucky. Taking off his shirt for business was a sign things were about to get unfortunate for someone.
It was almost nice that wasn't the case in this moment.
She had soft hands.
"It was Hiei, right?" Iruni asked quietly, dabbing alcohol onto his cut. He glared at the offending liquid before nodding to her question. "Is there an extra fee I have to pay for you protecting me tonight?"
"On the house." He teased, tilting his head. "Although if you were thinking of paying me back, I wouldn't mind."
"Unfortunately some Yakuza are taking all my money." She shrugged and her tone made him chuckle.
His left hand slipped over her hip as she tied off his new bandage, only covering his cut. The action drew her toward him, one hand gripping his bicep while the other planted against his chest to keep herself upright. The way he pulled her hip forced her knee between his thighs, her eyes wide as he looked into them.
"I wasn't talking about money." He breathed the words against her jawline, planting a kiss at the hinge of her jaw he drawled, "Your hands are soft. I bet they'd feel nice wrapped around me."
Iruni swallowed, not sure what was more annoying. His audacity or the fact she was turned on by it. When he kissed her neck again she craned her head back, allowing him ample access which amused him if the chuckle he offered was anything to go by.
"You know, I've noticed the past few times I come that you don't wear bras." Hiei slid his hand from her hip under her shirt, fondling her breast through her bra. The pad of his thumb played over her nipple as his hand invaded the cup, drawing a sigh from her mouth that fed the fire in his blood. "Why is that, Miss Mikamoto?"
"It's my house. If I don't want to wear a bra I don't have to." She grumbled around the soft noises he earned when he massaged her breast while doting on her neck.
He hummed his appreciation. "But you only stopped two weeks ago."
"How can you tell?" She frowned and then moaned as bowed his head, placing his mouth over her nipple and grazing it with his teeth. Her fingers found the hair on the back of his head and curled there, her back arching.
It took him a moment of sucking and nipping at her nipple through her shirt for him to answer her, and when he did finally pull back it was to appraise her flushed cheeks and panting breaths.
"I've been looking." Murmured, diving for her neck and beginning to lavish it with the same affections as he'd shown her breast. "It's distracting, being able to see your nipples under your shirts while you refuse to talk to me. But when you come home, you're wearing a bra. You take it off while I'm here."
"You're more observant than I gave you credit for." She moaned as he trailed down her neck.
He moved her hands from his hair down to his lap, devious smirk making far more attractive than he had any right to be. She looked down at the bulge that had grown between them and stared for a moment, lips parted and lids a little heavy.
"That's a nice expression." Hiei moaned against her ear.
She tentatively undid his belt, almost surprised by her own actions. But she also knew better. Even the first night she'd found Hiei attractive. His demeanor on his return visits had surprised her. She'd expected a brute. She'd received something else, something that made her blood warm and made it hard to sleep at night without indulging herself in senseless fantasies.
Well, from the sight of the erection she freed from his pants, maybe those fantasies had some merit.
Still partially straddling his lap, she circled a hand around his length, surprised when her fingers didn't quite touch at the base of his cock. He moaned, leaning his head back, eyes closing as she gently rubbed her grip over him. A few strokes in and he wrapped her hand around hers, squeezing as he offered her a hazy look.
"You won't break me." He assured her, pumping his hand over hers to demonstrate a few times before releasing her.
"I know it won't break." She shot back at him, blushing.
Her expression combined with his cock in her hand, made him grin at her. After a few more strokes she slid off his lap, releasing her hold.
"What are you doing?" He asked, swallowing the demand he'd nearly uttered for her to finish.
"I'm not very good with my hands." She huffed, sinking to her knees. His eyes widened then snapped closed as he moaned when her tongue slid up the underside of his shaft.
"I was wrong. Your tongue is actually pretty soft." Hiei moaned, a hand snaking into her hair.
She looked him over, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, eyes closed and mouth open as he moaned when she licked him again. Paying careful attention to his face, she closed her lips over his flushed head, sweeping her tongue over the sensitive skin. The sight of him this way made her squeeze her thighs together.
She'd be using this image tonight, for sure.
Slowly working her way down his length, using her hands as well as her mouth, she sucked him. Each time he moaned or tightened his hand into her hair, she looked up at his face, etching his expressions into her memory. His hand in her hair guided her as his breathing turned irregular, his heavy-lidded eyes glued to the sight of her swallowing as much of his cock as she could.
"I want to go deep." He told her, but it sounded more than like a request.
Pulling back for a brief moment she licked her lips and it made his cock twitch, watching her. Swallowing and rubbing at her jaw, she met his heated gaze.
"Okay. But, just, if I hit your leg let me go." She told him and it sounded like a rule she'd had to put in place.
"I can do that." He nodded and she took him into her mouth again. Sucking up and down his length at her own rhythm until his hand tightened in her hair. "Ready?"
She offered the best nod she could manage, given her position and he thrust forward. I wish I could take a picture, he thought as he watched his length disappear into the hotness of her mouth. Pulling back he allowed her a moment before repeating the motion, one hand locked in her hair. The feral sound that poured him at the sight of her earned a pleased hum from the woman between his legs.
I'm going to fuck her. The thought played on repeat as he fell into a rhythm of fucking her mouth that she seemed content with. Her hand rest on his thigh, fingertips pressing in now and then, but otherwise idle.
"Goddammit woman." Hiei moaned, lost to the sensation. "I'm going to cum soon."
The words made the growing wetness in Iruni's panties a flood of heat, every sound of pleasure from the man above her somehow, impossibly more enticing than the last. Every time he swore she gained another moment of confidence. Honestly, the only reason she was fingering herself at this point was because she needed both hands to work over Hiei's cock.
When was the last time she'd felt so irrevocably attracted to someone? She couldn't recall wanting to be fucked this badly at any other time in her life.
He loosened his grip, allowing her to form her own rhythm again and he neared his climax. Another breathless warning that he was going to cum was all she needed to pull back to show his head all the attention, sucking and licking until his hips bucked. The hot stickiness of his seed rolled over her tongue as she swallowed it, flicking her tongue over his slit until he swore again. Pulling back, she allowed his cock to fall from her lips, eyes hazy as the desperate need to touch herself grew worse. Rolling her tongue over her lips she looked up at Hiei's face.
He stared back with an intimidating expression that held a heated promise.
"Does letting you skullfuck me offer enough gratitude for you saving me?" She asked him and the words made the heat in his eyes grow.
"That's a naughty word coming from you." He growled, rising to his feet as well, stuffing himself back into his pants but not bothering with zipping them up.
From the way she looked at him he didn't think he'd be wearing clothes for much longer anyway. Stepping toward her she stepped back, her back hitting the sink's counter. Hiei reached for her pants, undoing the button and fly easily. She gasped, then moaned as he slid his fingers into her panties.
"You're so wet." He teased her folds with one finger. "I didn't expect a woman like you to like sucking dick so much."
She felt another of heat at his words, her lips parting as his hand wrapped back into her hair and pulled, forcing her to look up at him as he pressed a finger into her center.
"I didn't expect you to like vulgar language either." He crooned, slowly moving his finger in and out of her. "But you do, don't you Miss Mikamoto? You like hearing things like you're good at sucking my cock."
He looked down at her crotch, appreciating the way she clenched around his finger when he said it. Smirking at her, he slowly met her eyes. She moaned at his heated expression, a dangerous fire lighting his unusual irises. Bowing his head over hers he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her core, delighting in the reactions he was getting.
"Your pussy says you really like it." He told her, voice a dark rumble. "I'm glad. Because I have so much to tell you. Like how I'm going to fuck you, right after I make you cum."
She quivered.
"And I'm going to do it over this counter, so you can see yourself enjoying getting fucked by me in the mirror."
A strangled moan, more a plea than anything else.
"Oh, I can't wait to fill your pussy with my dick. If I'd known you were so into getting fucked, I'd have made a move a long time ago. We could have been doing it this whole time. On your couch, in your bed, on that rickety dinner table downstairs. You would have liked that, wouldn't you?" He licked at her bottom lip and she sighed. "Answer me."
"Y-yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I would have liked it."
"Liked what? Be specific. You weren't ashamed of being vulgar a second ago. Why should you start now that my fingers are inside of your slick pussy?" Hiei bit the side of her neck lightly.
"Yes, I would have liked you to fuck me." Iruni panted, hips moving the timing of his hand.
"You let just anyone fuck you?" Hiei lowered his voice.
"No." She gripped the edge of the counter, face flushed. "It's been, ahhh, it's been a long time."
"Good. I don't like sharing." Hiei rubbed his thumb over her clit and she cried out, her eyes closing as a spark of pleasure spun through her. "Look at you, so desperate you're riding my hand. You're getting close aren't you?"
She managed some sound to the affirmative. Hiei quickened his pace, being sure to circle her clit with his thumb.
"Tell me when you cum. I want to hear you say it." He demanded, breathing against her neck.
"I," Iruni panted, moaning, "I-I'm going to cum."
He smirked at her, and it sent her over the edge. Her knees buckled with a strangled moan, head bowed forward into his chest as she fought to stay on her feet. Panting, she twitched as he continued to play with her clit, slowing gradually as she rode the waves of her orgasm. It took her a few minutes of recovery to realize he was holding her up, chin resting on the top of her head, his hand withdrawn from her pants.
"Do you have condoms?" He asked her, low and rough.
"Bedside drawer." She nodded, and he peeled away from her slowly. By the time he came back with the box she had regained some strength to stand on her own.
"I thought it had been a while." He pointed out, setting the box on the counter and trapping her between his arms as he leaned over her.
"It has." She muttered, blushing. "I just-I just like to be prepared in case."
"Did you get them hoping I'd fuck you?" Hiei leered at her, relishing in her embarrassed flush. "Mmm. Miss Mikamoto, you're full of surprises tonight. Take off your bra, leave the shirt on."
"On?" She blinked at him.
"Yeah. I've been thinking about fucking you with a shirt on ever since I noticed you weren't wearing bras." Hiei stripped his own shirt off, displaying a broad chest and defined physique. She did as he requested, and as he pushed his pants off he watched her do the same. Looking her over, standing before him with no pants and her nipples prominent through her shirt, it was too much.
In a swift movement he turned her to face the mirror, bending her forward over the counter so that she had to rise to her toes. Rubbing his cock against her entrance he looked at her through their reflections.
"After this, I think I'm going to fuck you on your bed." He told her, pleased when she looked surprised.
"After this?" She stared at him, then her eyes fluttered closed as he teased her folds with the head of his cock.
"You've got a busy night ahead of you." Hiei assured her and he pressed forward, watching as she bit her lip. "If it hurts, tell me."
"Okay." She agreed, but the sense of stretching didn't hurt. Iruni pressed her hips back to get more of him as he moved into her slowly.
He grinned, moving his hands to her hips for leverage and effectively stopping her. "Is your pussy that desperate, Miss Mikamoto? You can't even stand to start slowly?"
"Iruni." She hid her complaint by offering her name. "My name is Iruni."
"Iruni." Hiei tested it, and when he did she clenched around him. Good. "Am I going to slowly for you?"
She debated on telling him yes as he slowly pushed another inch into her. "Please push it in."
"Push what in?"
"Hiei…" A groan, desperation feeding into the name.
"I want to hear those dirty words from your pretty mouth, Iruni." Hiei leaned over her from behind, wrapping one hand loosely around her neck to pull her head up so he could stare into her eyes through the mirror. "Tell me what you want."
He pulled back the inch he'd progressed and she whimpered, trying to push her hips back. God, what a beautiful sight. He'd have to come back more often and appreciate her unexpected appetite.
"Push your cock into my pussy." The words spilled out as her eyes pinched closed, a flush coloring her face as she met his demand. "Please."
"Well, since you said please." Hiei thrust forward and she called out, head tossed back as he resumed his grip on her hips. She mewled and moaned, having to be reminded to keep her eyes open because he wanted her watch herself in the mirror.
He lifted her leg and put the knee on the counter, adjusting the angle he penetrated her, and she cried out.
"I'm, I'm going to cum." She panted the words, and he moved his hand to her breast, thrusting harder. She keened, then shook, but he didn't stop as she clenched around him, her heat growing as she called his name.
"Fuck Iruni, you're so tight." He growled against her neck, peppering the flesh with a trail of kisses as he watched her in the mirror. He'd pulled her back and with her leg up on the counter, he could see her breasts bouncing and the expression on her face as she succumbed to being lost in pleasure. A mindless enjoyment painted over her face. "You came so fast. Is it because my dick is so deep?"
"So deep." She panted. "Oh god, it feels so good."
He pulled out of her and turned her around, lifting her up to sit on the counter. She wanted to protect how easily he manipulated her position but didn't bother as he thrust back into her, his mouth pressing against hers with a demand for entrance. She opened her mouth to him and grabbed the backs of his arms, legs hooked over his hips.
"I'm going to come back tomorrow. You going to let me fuck you again?" Hiei growled the question, thoughts growing hazy as he reached his own climax.
"Yes. Oh god, yes." She agreed readily and he kissed her again, fervent and demanding.
"And the night after that?"
"Any night, Hiei. You can come back and fuck me like this anytime." She tipped her head back, groaning her pleasure.
He buried his face in her neck, enjoying the clean scent of her skin mingled with the saltiness of their sweat. Anytime. He could come back and have her any time he wanted to. Goddammit, that's what he'd wanted to hear.
"What about after we find your old man?" Hiei licked up her neck, biting at her earlobe. "You'll still let me come back?"
"Anytime." She emphasized the word and he grabbed her hips and started fucking her harder, a grin on his face as she yelped then crooned.
"I like watching your tits bounce." He told her, staring at them as she spoke. "And fuck, that expression you really love being fucked like this don't you? My cock really fills you up."
"Oh god, I'm going to cum again." It almost sounded like a problem, and Hiei chuckled above her, moving a hand to stroke her clit.
"Goddamn right you are. You're going to cum for me. Again, and again, and again." Hiei told her and the promise in the words made her arch her back. Her legs twitched around him as he teased her clit.
"Fuck." She cried out, biting a knuckle to stifle the scream brewing. He rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it lightly and it was her undoing. She bucked under him, swearing again, and saying his name.
Which was what tipped over his own edge. Thrusting as deep as he could, dragging her toward him with his hips, he came, panting and leaning over her. They each took a minute to catch their breaths before he pulled out of her, disposing of the condom and helping her off the counter. Grabbing the box, he pulled her toward her bedroom and she grinned behind him, watching as he opened another condom.
"You're going to ride me." He told her and she bit her lip before nodding, kissing him as deeply as he'd kissed her before. A hand on her back felt warm as it pulled her closer. "I'm going to be pretty exhausted after this, so I'm probably going to spend the night."
"As long as you don't snore." Iruni grinned at him.
"Shut up and fuck me." Hiei tugged her toward his lap and she giggled, straddling his hips.