Tonight was a fancy dress costume party at Tres Spades casino and Eisuke was making sure all of the bidders including you were going.
"Right, I am not wearing that," You protested, holding up pieces of fabric that were sewn together, somehow making an outfit. You had no idea what it was meant to be.
"And why not little girl," Eisuke said, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows, clearly unimpressed with your answer.
"Because I have tits and they I don't even think this would cover a nipple!" You yell, throwing the material at the smirking bidder. Your little outburst had caught the bidders attention, all except for Soryu who's cheeks had slightly flushed at your comments, not removing his eyes from the book he was indulging in.
"We're not complaining," Ota says, remarks from him and Baba make your eyes roll. You had learned not to retaliate, it just spurred them on, you often ignored them or made a lewd comment to throw them off guard.
"If you wish to see my nipples, my doors always open," You say with a wink, causing the two childlike men to almost choke on their tongues. That was the reaction you had hoped for.
"I have an outfit from halloween okay, I'll wear that," You sigh in defeat.
"It best be up to my standards," Eisuke muttered before retreating into his office. Baba and Ota also left, something about waiting in your room whilst you rolled your eyes.
"You know kiddo, you've really started something with that pair," Mamoru mutters, lying on the sofa.
"It's only playful! I can't win with that pair, if I retaliate they get worse, if I give them a comment like that, they get worse still!" You pouted. Finally, Soryu chuckles and looks up from his book at you.
"Just pull a gun, it works wonders," He says. That was his answer to everything, he pulled that gun out so many times, you had lost fear over it. You laughed slightly stunned at his response.
"Sorry Soryu, do I look like I own a gun?" You asked. He scoffed slightly and returned to his book. Mamoru, finally getting up, had taken an interest in the conversation. He reached into a deep pocket within his jacket and slowly pulled out his gun. You knew he was a cop but you never expected Mamoru to carry a gun on him.
"Here, try that," He said, cocking it to remove the bullets inside and toss it over the table to you. You looked slightly stunned, unable to respond, he had just carelessly thrown a gun at you for you to 'try'. You knew nothing about guns! Soryu was the first gun you had ever seen.
"I...I um," You stuttered, unable to say anything. Soryu chuckled and placed his book down before picking up and inspecting Mamoru's gun.
"Pft, you call this a gun?" He says, bringing it up his eye-line scoffing at the object in front of him.
"Oh yeah, at least mine is legal!" The detective retaliated, snatching it out of his hands with a slight pout.
"Mine's bigger," Soryu replied with a slightly smirk and pulled it out. Was they seriously doing this? Although it was the first time you had seen Soryu become enthusiastic over something.
"Boys, can we not do this whole mine is bigger, your grown men not kids," You sighed, it felt like Ota and Baba had come back into the room. Mamoru muttered something with a glare under his breath to the mobster before leaving the room, leaving you and Soryu alone. He still has his gun out. Standing up from his chair, he walks over to you.
"Arms out," He demands. Slightly confused, you hold your arms and feel a warm embrace from behind you, Soryu gently pressed his chest against your back and wraps his arms arounds yours. Your breath hitches slightly at the closeness of him. Slowly, he places the gun in your hands and squeezes him over yours.
"And just," He whispers into your ear, aiming your hands with his before slowly letting go and stepping back. You were frozen, slightly disappointed in the loss of feeling from him before you realised you were holding the mobsters gun.
"Ohmygod! Ohmygod Soryu look," You squeal slightly with fear and excitement, it felt exhilarating. He stepped back, admiring you slightly, you was a vision to him as you stood there holding his gun, no fear about you. You slowly lower your arms and place it on the table before turning to look at him, you knew he was dangerous and highly involved in the mafia but there was something about him. He had almost a secret hidden side, you rarely got glimpses into it but those sweet moments you shared encouraged you to find more. For a mafia leader you had thought he would have more of an attitude like Eisuke, especially with women, but as you had seen he was rarely interested in them, you couldn't help but wonder if he had even had sex. Not that you would ask him. You found it funny how easily embarrassed he would get, his cheeks rising in colour when the bidders or yourself made a sexual comment.
"I'm going to order room service, do you need anything?" He asked, putting his gun away acting as if almost nothing ever happened. You would never admit it but he was very caring, he was the most protective out of the bidders towards you.
"What are you getting?" You asked before walking into the kitchen.
"Lunch, I like omelettes," He says with a whisper, a slight blush on his face.
"Let me make you one! Please, I'm bored," You respond, his face turning to yours.
"I won't poison it, I swear".
After a bit of back and forth, he finally agreed and you began to make him lunch. You watched him as you prepped the food, he was lost once again in his book, his hair slicked back like always and dressed sharply even though he was spending the day at the penthouse. There was something about his dangerous but sensitive ways that attracted you to him like a magnet. You couldn't deny you wanted to rip his clothes off and see what his 'gun' really looked like. Ohmygod you sounded like Eisuke! Shaking your head, you pulled your gaze away from him and returned to the food you were cooking. He wouldn't be interested in you, he was only nice to you because he shared you with the others, maybe he was just a good guy and wanted to protect you from the lusty needs of the other men. He had never made a lewd comment towards you or suggestive manor, but your mind couldn't help but wonder what he would be like in the bedroom. The way his hands touched your moments ago made you think he was a gentle lover, who would need edging out his shell to release his animal, mobster side. Your face began to fluster at the thoughts of his touches, your core beginning to throb a little.
"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Soryu asks across the room, snapping you back to reality.
"Huh? Oh yeah sorry, I was thinking about what I'm going to wear tonight for this sodding event," You whined, plating up Soryu's food. You carried the plate to him and he smiled before looking at it.
"I'm going to end up being a nurse, it's literally a stupid outfit, its like, body tight but its so short it like barely covers my thighs and I don't even think I'll fit my boobs in it, they've grown since I last wore it," You whined before stopping hearing Soryu chocking on your food, his face flushed red. Shit you forgot who you were talking to and had just been describing your ridiculously revealing outfit to Soryu. He coughs before calming down.
"Shit, I'm so sorry, I forgot who was talking to, I'll just leave you in peace!" You flusteredly say before quickly leaving the room.
[Soryu POV]
"If you wish to see my nipples, my doors always open," She said with a wink. God damn. You tried to hide your blushing deep in the book, you were no longer interested in. Ever since you set eyes on this woman you were unable to get her out your head, it was like a possessive gaze she had over you. (Y/N) was sweet and innocent, it was like she wasn't scared of you at all. She had no reason to be, you would never harm her! In fact you wanted to steal her away into the night and keep by you at all times, away from the perverted men you called friends. Especially that bonehead Mitsunari and Ota, they were constantly making inappropriate comments towards you, every time they did you had to resist pulling your gun out on them. You wanted to protect her, keep her safe but she was a woman who could hold her own.
You couldn't help but snicker at the gun Mamoru presented to her, you had a bigger gun than that since you were a child. No, she needed to see and feel a real gun.
"And just," You whisper into her ear, inhaling her scent, she had an intoxicating natural scent, nothing like other women you had met before. Having your arms wrapped around her felt natural, it felt right and you never wanted to see it end. Her slight excitement and proudness of her calling your name whilst she held it alone, made your mind go slightly dark. In other circumstances, you would be pressed up against her, taking her from behind whilst she cried your name is lust. You could feel your arousal growing and needed to stop but there just seeing something about her standing there, holding your gun, turned you on.
Thankfully a rumble in your stomach brought you down from your dirty thoughts. You were persistent that you would order room service, you didn't want her to fuss over your needs. But she was just like you, stubborn and eventually you gave up. The woman had made you, second in command of the mafia, back down and change your option. Never had anyone been able to do such a thing, maybe she could handle you? She was definitely strong enough to hold her own. You had noticed in the last couple days she had become more strong willed, no longer frightened of Eisukes threats and often argued back as she had done earlier with that stupidly ridiculous outfit Eisuke had tried to get her to wear. You had told him, it was a dumb idea but like often, no-one listened to you.
You caught her staring at you, almost lost in a trace, and longed to know what she was thinking of. She was gently sucking on her bottom lip, something she did when she was lost in thought. She was stunning, part of you wanted to walk over to her and kiss her passionately, letting you know how you felt. But you were almost the head of the mafia, you couldn't be seen as being weak over a woman…
The omelette she made you looked fantastic and you hoped it tasted as good as it smelt.
"It's so short it barely covers my thighs and I don't even think I'll fit my boobs in it, they've grown since I last wore it," You heard her say and it rang through your head. The food in your throat got caught and you choked on it, you never expected her to come out that in such casualness. Her flustered face said it all and before you could respond, she had darted from the room. As wonderful as the food she made was, your arousal took over as you imagined her thighs baring from her outfit, her breasts almost spilling out. You gritted your teeth and threw your head back a little.
You currently had two things on your mind, making her yours and having her make these perfect omlettes for you everyday.
[OC POV]
You knew it was a stupid idea! This sodding outfit barely fitted you. The white nurses outfit gripped to your body, it rided high against your fishnet stockings it was more than midway up your thighs and the top half. It clung to your breasts, them almost spilling out, if you leaned forward too much you were positive they would come out. You sighed and tied your hair up in a bun before applying your crimson lipstick and slipping into your heels.
You were met with an encore of whistles from Baba and Ota as you made your way down the stairs. You glared slightly at them, it was no use even engaging with them.
"Well, well, this is definitely getting me up," Eisuke said, circling you like a shark. Your eyes met Soryus, whose face was flushed as he stared at you, not your body but your face.
A chorus of inappropriate jokes and comments kept spewing from Baba and Ota like, 'Oh, I think you need to take my temperature because making me hot in that'. Ota purposefully dropped something demanding you picked it up for him. You couldn't be putting up with this, you knew the whole night would be like this, most likely progressing worse when the pair had a drink.
You walk forward, as if going to pick up what Ota had dropped before your hand quickly diving into Soryu's jacket pocket and whipped out his gun. You held it like he guided you to earlier and turned, pointing it to the pair whose jaws were dropped open.
"Another comment and I'll shoot them micro-dick off of you," You angrily yelled. All silence and eyes felt on to you, stunned at your movements.
"Princess, I assure you it's not micro…" Baba pouted and went to take a step forward. Smuggy git. You cocked the gun and pointed it down to his and cocked an eyebrow to him.
"Do you really want to push me?" You respond, keeping a poker face. You see Eisuke smirking out the corner of your eye, him and the moronic idiots thinking you were bluffing.
"I'm not going Eisuke," You added, turning your head and staring him down. His expression did not change but he folded his arms across his chest. You move the gun to him, before pressing the trigger and firing it past his shoulder, the bullet smashing a glass behind him. He flinched and looked at you angrily.
"(Y/N), come on, boss I'll stay with her," Soryu said from behind you, gently pushing your arm down before removing the smoking gun and guiding you into his room.
"Soryu sort her out and see she falls back into place, or I'll handcuff her to the bed and screw her until I feel she's repaid me for that outburst," Eisuke says to him sternly, him and the bidders leaving the penthouse.
You shook slightly in anger and turned to see Soryu, his room was immaculately clean, it looked so clean as if he didn't actually live here.
"I took it too far didn't I…" You whispered.
"They all hate me… I'm sorry, I'm sorry, they just pushed my buttons and I snapped, please, please don't let Eisuke hurt me," You cried, your body shaking as you realised the events of what had just happened. He shushed you and pulled you tight into his arm.
"I will never let anything or anyone hurt you,' He says, stroking your hair before leaning down and kissing you. You weren't sure if it was because you were vulnerable or that the events that had happened had turned him on but you didn't deny him, you wanted him.
You grip his hair, pulling him down and deepening the kiss between you, he placed his hands on your waist. As the passion between you continues, he gently pushes you onto the bed following suite, not breaking his lips from yours. It was a hungry kiss, it was almost like he wanted you, as if he had been waiting for you. Yours hands began to run down from his hair, to his chest where you fondled slightly with his shirt. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, they were glazed but not with lust with like an almost loving sight.
"(Y/N), I've wanted to do this since I first met you, but if we carry on I won't be able to stop, I need to know this is what you want," He said, pressing sweeting kisses to your lips. The words made you almost melt into the bed below you.
"I want to be yours Soryu," You whisper back, saying the words he wanted to hear since he met you, before the kiss deepens again. Your fingers fumble as they try to undo his shirt and tie before admiring the defined muscles, which they hid. His tongue searches in your mouth for yours and your grind your lower half up mercilessly to meet his growing erection. You both into each others mouths as his fingers gently teater on your dress, before slipping below the material to graze your breasts, both pleased you weren't wearing a bra. He grunted quietly against you as he helped you out of the outfit, his eyes fixated on your naked breasts. He kissed his down your neck, gently nipping here and there before his mouth met them. You arched your back slightly and lose your fingers in his hair which was now messy, his bangs falling over his face slightly. He pushes his jacket and shirt off before returning back to your body and removing the dress of you fully, looking down and admiring your body. You could feel his want for you pressing violently into your thighs making your core soaked. His fingers traced down your body before slipping under your laced underwear, he groaned slightly feeling your wetness against his finger tip. He kissed your stomach gently before pulling them off, leaving you in your heels and stockings, a sight he was beyond happy to see.
"Oh, oh Sor!" You whimpered, gently tugging his hair as his lips moved down to gently press against your clit. It was beyond pleasurable, the sensation growing as he continued. Your moans and movement were music to him, he didn't care about himself, he just wanted to focus on your pleasure. When you felt yourself getting close, his hands held your waist still, to stop your hips buckling as his intensity increases. When you felt his tongue enter you, you cried out, your walls tightening and you finished onto his mouth. He growled slightly as he licked you clean before kneeling up. You leaned up slightly and your hands flew to his belt, removing him and his trousers before all was left was his boxers. You bit your lip and gently removed them, your eyes widening strongly as you saw his impressive member release free, a slight hiss came from his mouth. He pushed you back down and lined himself up to you, you wrapping your arms around his shoulder, pulling his face close to yours.
"Are you sure?" He said delicately, one hand guiding himself to you, the other stroked the hair out of your face.
"I'm yours Soryu, please...Oh-!" You said, gently pushing himself into you. Both of you were crying out as he entered you, inching himself closer and closer until he was fully inside you. You expected him to move but he pressed his forehead against yours, panting slightly, also as if it was his first time…
"Soryu, are you okay," You whisper, holding his head in your hands, looking into his eyes. He swallows.
"Yeah, your just, fuck- really tight, if I move I'll-" He says, shutting his eyes tight.
You kiss him gently, and he takes one hand, intertwining it with yours and placing it by the side of your head. He adjusts to you before slowly moving his hips, slowly thrusting in and out of you. He was hitting the perfect spot each time, his pace beginning to pick up. You gripped onto his hand tightly, your other hand digging into his back.
"Oh, Oh Sor!" You cried, his hips rocking against yours. He was repeatedly hitting your spot, it made your back arch and your skin tingle. Once, twice and on the third thrust, you saw white, your walls quaked around him, tightening around him intensely. You moaned his name repeatedly and his name slipped from his lips as he spilled into you. He continued to thrust, him riding you both down, before collapsing onto you, pantining vigorously. He lied on his, pulling you into his chest, the both of you recovering.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted to do that," He panted against you, his fringe sticking to his forehead.
"Trust me, I do…" You whisper, looking up at him. He was staring down at you, watching you and pressed gentle kisses to your head whilst he held you close.
"Your mine, I will protect with every inch of my life," He said against your skin.
"But you take my gun from me like that again and I'll have punish you," He says with a smirk. You knew there was a darker side to him and you was excited to bring it out of him.
"I think I can handle you and your gun," You say with a wink before giggling as he rolls your onto your back and pushes you into the bed.
"She's just like Soryu!" Ota pouted. He was still whining about what had happened.
"I swear I've never seen her look sexier with that outfit on and gun in hand," Baba added. The pair of them were still at it.
"Yeah well, your little stunt more or less pushed her into the arms of Soryu, I think you wanna watch what you say to the kid," Mamoru chimed in, lighting up his cigarette. Eisuke was still scowling.
"Cheer up boss! She didn't threaten to shoot your dick off!" Baba chuckles, he knew how to push your buttons but he never meant any harm.
"No, but he wants her to do something else to his dick," Ota yelled, causing a round of laughter from the men. Eisuke was not impressed, never had a woman pointed a gun or threatened him before and he had certainly never been the butt of a joke either. He snarled at the others, that god-damn woman. He had to have and make her his, he would get rid of the mafia boss if needs be, even if he was his closest friend. He wanted her and nothing would get in his way.