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Let’s Make A Movie | Manjiro Sano x fem reader

synopsis: After weeks of flirting and exchanging some steamy videos you find yourself laid up in Mikey’s bed intent on showing him just how filthy you can get.

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“Come on, open your legs. Don’t be shy now that you’re actually here.” Mikey demanded in a soft tone, one that was stern but still held a bit of affection for you, the woman he is in love with, something he’d never tell you, just not yet anyway. 

Here you lay in his bed after weeks of sexting and exchanging a few nudes. After setting a date to have dinner it ended at this, him kneeling between your legs as you lay in his bed surrounded by silk sheets and expensive-smelling cologne. 

He bunched your skirt up as you slowly spread your thighs for him, warmth spread in your cheeks hearing him hum in appreciation. “You dressed up just for me? How sweet.” 

His voice dropped to a husky tone watching you get so easily flustered, he held his phone in one hand with the flash on making sure not to miss a single angle. 

You agreed to it because the thought of Mikey jerking himself off at work watching the video lit a fire in you, greedy fingers crept up your thighs to get a very good look at your panties which were soaked at this point. 

“Mikey…” 

Dark eyes locked in on your face the instant he heard you, while he might be the invincible Mikey and a gang member he still would never want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. 

“Please touch me.” 

Your voice came out in a whisper as you gripped the bottom hem of your skirt looking back at him, his black hair fell around his face as he leaned forward to get a better recording of him rubbing the wet spot. 

His middle finger rested on your clit before rubbing it ever so slightly causing a bolt of electricity to shoot through you, and you knew he loved to tease from what he texted. 

You sighed in pleasure when he pressed in a bit more before pulling away to get every angle of your panties ruined by just him touching you. 

“I can’t wait to see if you are as filthy as you said you were the other night,” Mikey murmured, his eyes glazed over with lust watching the damp spot grow bigger and soaking through the material of your white cotton underwear. 

He hooked his fingers in your panties pulling them down until they dangled off your left ankle, now you were bare and Manjiro was able to see your pussy up close and personal he was sure his dick was about to explode in his pants. “Holy fuck.” 

Two slender fingers spread your lower lips open to see your clenching hole made Mikey grin to himself, he swiped up the beads of arousal bringing them to your lips and watching you suck them clean once they slid past your parted lips. 

You held his wrist never breaking eye contact cleaning his fingers before pulling them out to reach your hand down palming his erection through his pants, you gave him a slight squeeze pouting your lips together. “Want to see how nasty I can get?” 

Mikey chuckled and leaned down hovering his face above yours, his breath fanned over you as he stared deep into your eyes. “Show me then, dirty girl.” 

That’s all it took for you to end up between his spread legs this time, your lips wrapped around his cock sucking him all the way to the back of your throat gagging for the camera, sure you didn’t have to moan like that but you knew he was going to watch it later so you wanted to make sure to put your all in this, the obscene amount of spit coming into play as well. 

You used your own drool as a lube to jerk him off when you pulled away from his head, the length of his dick shone under the bright light from his phone, Mikey rested his hand on top of your head watching you grin up at him and the camera hollowing your cheeks.

He was sure to get a clear view of you bobbing your head up and down the length of his cock moaning around him sending the vibrations to his balls as you cupped them in your free hand adding to the pleasure that bubbled in his lower stomach. 

His fingers relaxed around his phone which almost dropped but he caught it and let out a low groan when you deepthroated him. 

Mikey never moved, usually, he would opt to hold your head and fuck your mouth as he sees fit, but you said you’d rock his world and now he knows you absolutely did mean what you said as you continued never stopping wanting him to reach his climax, his head fell back against the wall succumbing to the pleasure. 

His dark eyes watched your mouth wrapped so beautifully around him, your eyes halfway shut and your forehead covered in a cheek of sweat, both of you were half dressed still as you sucked on his cock. 

“You really meant it, huh?” He hissed through his teeth as you swirled your tongue around his flushed head, Manjiro all but throbbed in your mouth as you took him further back in once more. 

Spit strung from your open mouth to his cock head as you pulled away to look at him with a slight smirk. “Told ya I’d give you the best blow job you’ve ever gotten.” 

Mikey chuckled again, petting your hair before moving his hand down to cup your cheek. “I haven’t cum yet, have I?” He teased holding his shaft, slapping your lips with it softly. 

You glared at him playfully, feeling him squish your cheeks together in one hand. “Ah, remember you’re the one who begged and cried to come over. Wanting me to ruin you.” 

“Now I think it’s going to be me ruining you, you will never think of another pussy again Mikey.” 

The idea of another woman giving him pleasure like this makes your blood boil. The man you’ve known for years and the last two months have been sexting is in a way yours. 

“Sure about that princess?” He asked in a low tone as you sucked on his head before going all the way down again gagging, you struggled to breathe but it didn’t matter. 

Mikey coming was the only thing that mattered to you at the moment, you desperately wanted to milk him for all he’s worth and try to even make him whimper. 

You constricted your throat around him grunting as much as you could in hopes that would tip him over along with your fingers massaging his balls again. 

Spit pooled around the base of his dick and dripped down on his sheets making a mess but he didn’t care neither did you, especially when his orgasm finally happened. 

His hand pushed on your head a little bit encouraging you to take more of him before blowing his load down your throat, it was almost sweet, you greedily swallowed it all. 

You didn’t give him a chance to comment before you straddled his lap lifting your skirt up to show his phone your pussy. “Make sure you don’t miss this Sano.” 

His eyebrows furrowed at his last name before feeling your rut against him, his sick sliding between your pussy lips a few times before you grabbed the base and slowly slid him inside you. 

Inch by inch you kept the pace slow until he bottomed out, both of you groaned in unison as you grabbed your ankles planting your feet flat on either side of him. 

Mikey watched transfixed at the way you bounced on his dick, his hands roamed everywhere all over until he finally tugged your shirt down watching your breasts spill free from your bra, the cups barely keeping them contained. 

He sat up wrapping his free arm around your waist to bury his face in your tits as you thrust in you from below, his head bullying your g-spot as you both ate each other’s moans, his bedroom smelt like a heavy brand of perfume that bottled up sin and desire and sex into one bottle. 

You couldn’t get enough of him, you ground down on him, the lack of protection aided in the wet lewd sounds of fucking, your wet cunt hugged him so well Mikey’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when you squeezed and fluttered around him when he pinched your nipples. 

“Mikey!” You squealed leaning back to look at him and then the camera as you ground your hips before bouncing for him and the camera, your orgasm rippled through you and your muscles as they locked for a brief second, the sheer intensity of it made your body jerk on top of him. 

He never stopped his own thrusts growing drunk on your cunt and moans, a white frothy ring formed around his shaft he was sure to get on video each time you bounced up, the last one his climax came in full force, he growled low in his throat keeping you still as he filled your pussy with warm thick spurts of cum that leaked out. 

“What a movie, huh?” You teased leaning forward to hold his shoulders now peppering his face in kisses. 

Mikey captured your jaw again in his strong fingers to kiss your lips keeping his dick still buried in you not wanting to leave the heat of your pussy just yet, he allowed himself to feel for a second and let you rest your head on his chest hugging and caressing each other down from the highs you both rode. 

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❦ synopsis: the girl you babysit is cute. her hot, single, mafia dad is cuter. (and rich).

❦ pairings: sugardaddy! wakasa imaushi x f!reader

❦ tags/cw: sugar daddy! waka, age difference, but nothing too crazy lol, reader babysits his daughter, yes hes a hot single dad, yes hes a dilf, eventual smut, sexual tension, slow burn, romantic tension, cunnilingus, oral sex, a lot of sex actually, steamy makeout sessions, rich!waka, he takes good care of u, more tags to come just trust meeeee read it, brought to u by the same bitch who made party monster. (chapter specific tags: n/a)

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chapter index

“CAN YOU COVER ME?” 

You had always hated those words. You hated them even more now, as they had been spoken in the midst of your self-care-slash-movie night while you were nose deep in a Netflix drama. You scrunched your nose up, shoveling another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. 

“I’m kinda busy,” You answered, though it came out a bit muffled. You decided to swallow before speaking again. “And I have, like, no babysitting experience.”

Your friend, Emma Sano, sighed on the line. You could hear her shuffling about her room. Even though you couldn’t see her face, you knew she was probably stuffing her face full of pretzels as the two of you spoke.

“Pleeeeeease,” She begged you. “Ken invited me out tonight. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!”

Making a funny face – even though she couldn’t see it – you shook your head. “You see him, like, every week.”

The line went silent.

“If you hate me, just say that,” She said.

On the television screen, you watched two lovers lean in for a kiss. It was the most anticipated moment of the film. They tilted their heads, leaning in toward each other. Closer and closer until…

“You could use the extra money, you know,” Your friend huffed.

“You’re still talking?” You retorted. Setting your spoon down on the napkin you had folded up next to you, you popped the cap back onto your tub of ice cream. “That’s rich coming from a broke college student.”

Again, the line went quiet. “At least I’m in college. You’re just broke,” Emma mused. There was a crunch. You knew she was probably stuffing another handful of pretzels in her mouth, eliciting a muffled, “And single. Miserable. Something needs to change.”

“I’ll find a sugar daddy. Kill two birds with one stone,” You replied.

She hummed in acknowledgement, “Cover my shift! Money’s good and the guy I sit for is really hot.”

You leaned against the back of the couch, seriously contemplating Emma’s words. She had a good point. Begrudgingly, you paused your show. “Fine, okay… but only because I love you.”

Emma smiled. You couldn’t see it, but you knew she was smiling., “I’ll text you his number – wear something nice loveyoubyeeeee–”

And with that, she hung up.

You sighed, pocketing your phone. You hadn’t made time to do laundry in a few weeks. Still, you figured you could scrounge around for a cute dress and use what was left of your makeup to whip up a pretty mug.

4:49 PM

Emmy &lt;3

|  here’s the dad’s number

|  [ Contact ]

|  his daughter is this cutie named Aya

|  She’s like 3 or 4

Me

|  ok

|   whats his name?

Emmy &lt;3

|  😅😅😅

Me

|   hey em lol

|   whats his name

Emmy &lt;3

|  …

Me

|   this is a completely normal guy im about to babysit for right?

|   you know

|  not like

|  one of your criminal friends’ dads 

|  or anything like that, right?

Emmy &lt;3

|  yeah! Thats

|  definitely not

Me

|   Emma what’s his name.

Emmy &lt;3

|   wakasa imaushi

Emmy &lt;3

|   hey i think u forgot to reply

Me

|  the fucking white leopard em…

|   im ok count me out

Emmy  &lt;3

|   nope! I already told him u were coming

|    don’t keep him waiting

|    he’s a cool guy tho i promiiiiiiseeeee

Me

|  emma sano 

|  im gonna kick ur ass next time i c u

5:15 PM

Me

|   hi this is emma’s friend y/n

|   i’ll be stepping in for her tn w your daughter!

|   is this wakasa imaushi?

Seen 5:30 PM

New Number

|   hi there

|   yes it is

Me

|   great!

|   what time do you need me?

New Number

|  i got a business meeting around 6:30 tn

|  but if u come at six-ish we can do quick interview

|  nothin personal just wanna make sure my babygirl’s in good hands

|  m sure u understand 

Me

|  no thats perfectly fine!

|  gotta make sure she’s gonna be taken care of, i get it haha

|  im sure someone of ur generation has seen it all lol!

New Number

|  someone of my generation huh

|  ouch

|  how old do you think i am doll?

Me

|   omg no i didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry!!!

|   i just meant that like

|   excuse me

|   i’ll call the cab so I can get there early.

|   what’s the address?

New Number

|   lol dont worry abt it i’ll get you a lyft

|   don’t spend your money

Me

|  oh you don’t need to do that! Its fine haha

New Number

|  what’s your address?

Me

|  [ Location Attachment ]

New Number

|   done

|    pickup in 5 mins

|    see you soon 

The building your driver pulled up to around 20 minutes later was sleek, pristine, towering high above the city of Tokyo. The shadows and lights of the street below bounced off of the windows. The front of the building had four sets of double doors and two revolving ones – all rimmed with gold. Men in pin striped suits and women with soft, silken hair strolled about without a care in the world.

Your driver turned around. “We’re here, miss.”

You were too busy gawking up at the building to catch it. In hindsight, you should have expected the grandeur of the building to match the reputation of the man you were sitting for tonight. The White Leopard was one of a few names that were rather well known around Tokyo. Not even, the entire country of Japan.

For a very good reason. He was the leader of the same Black Dragons that ruled over your city.

“Yeah,” You murmured, still blinking up at the building. You glanced down at your outfit, feeling very inferior all of a sudden. 

A cheep-fealing white blouse and some bell-bottom slacks with a pair of payless heels.

Wonderful.

Still, you nodded your regards to your driver, shouldering your purse and sliding out of the car. You shut the door behind you. Then, with a sigh, you marched onward.

There was a woman at the front desk. She seemed to be judging you as she peered down at you over the rim of her cat-eye glasses. 

“May I help you?” She asked, her voice a low drawl.

“Hi, I’m a visitor,” You replied rather dumbly.

She stared at you for a moment too long. “... Right,” she said eventually. “I know, dear, I know everyone who comes through here.”

“Oh, right,” You sighed dejectedly. “I’m here to see… Wakasa Imaushi?”

You glanced around the lobby. It was big, almost like a hotel. The mail room was down the hall to your right. The whole place looked like something out of a magazine, tiled floors and fancy pillars and walls towering around you. There was this huge tree in the lobby, just in time for Christmas – decked out in gold ornaments.

She squinted. “Name?”

You told her your name with the best faux smile you could muster. 

Wordlessly, she pushed the buzzer. Except, it didn’t buzz. You didn’t know she had actually done anything until you heard a muffled “Hello?”

“We have a…” She paused, holding the receiver away from her face. “What did you say your name was again?”

You told her.

“Says shes here to see you,” She finished. “That true?”

There was a pause.

“Yeah… send her up.”

You exhaled with relief, feeling your shoulder slouch a bit. A part of you was anticipating for the woman to call security on you – how dare a commoner show her face around these parts?

The phone clicked as she placed it down. “Top floor. Penthouse suite. I’ll tell security to let you in.”

You nodded in thanks to her, bowing your head and then scurrying away. 

The elevator looked like something out of the Great Gatsby. Gold metal framed the golden door. With a sigh, you stepped in. Your manicured hand trailed over the expanse of the keypad. The building had 50 floors in it. You imagined you had a long ride ahead of you.

As your finger pressed the number 50, the button lit up and the elevator doors shut. The ascent began slowly, as expected, so you pulled your phone out for some entertainment.

A text from Emma.

Emmy &lt;3

|  [image attachment]

It was a picture of her and that future boyfriend of hers, Ryuguji Ken. Emma was cheesing from ear to ear, lifting the phone up past her chest so that she could capture the much taller boy on camera. He wasn’t smiling, but he was holding up a peace sign.

You could see it in his eyes. He liked her.

Jealous, You thought to yourself with a pensive sigh. And, really, it did seem a little unfair to you that someone younger managed to find the love of their life while you were still prowling the vast sea of Tinder. 

You were happy for her, though. She was a special girl.

Me

|   u guys r cute lol

|   wear a condom

Emmy &lt;3

|   OMG

|   stop it

|   what if he saw that text

Me

|   maybe then he would finally take a hint lol

The elevator slowed to a stop. You fiddled with the lobe of your ear – it had popped on the way up. The doors slid open as quietly as they had closed – unlike the rickety old doors of the one in your own apartment complex – revealing beautiful vintage marble floor. It was another lobby, albeit much smaller this time. Still much bigger than the hall outside of your apartment, though. It had velvet chairs and a pretty oil painting hung up on the white walls. 

A man in a black suit with slicked-back hair greeted you. “[L/N]?” He offered.

You nodded.

He gestured quietly to the door behind him, stepping aside as if to say ‘ come in’. 

With a curt bow, you stepped around the guy. He opened the door for you. When you stepped into the apartment – or, Penthouse, whatever it was – you had to refrain from letting your jaw drag across the floor.

The room you were in was open, expansive – leather furniture arranged neatly together in front of a flatscreen television screen. There was a fireplace, though it wasn’t like the one your mother had kept in your childhood home. Instead of an open – dangerous – brick furnace, the fireplace was caged in by an expensive-looking glass. The pokers looked just as pricey. 

Not even kidding, some of the furniture looked like the kind of pieces Cleopatra would want to be fed berries on. There were these vintage chandeliers hung from the ceiling, gold dripping from the arms like liquid.

The kitchenette was pretty big, too. You could see it from over here. 

There was an overhang over the living room – indicating that this penthouse had multiple floors. The window panels directly in front of you provided a gods-eye view of the skyscrapers and the sunset. 

You were in awe.

Still unable to tear your eyes away from the tasteful decor, you were called upon by what sounded like a little girl.

Turning your gaze to the ground, you saw her charging toward you. She was a cute little thing – big, bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde curls. She was wearing a nightgown – one that had a Disney princess on it. You wished you knew which one.

“Hi,” She said. For a moment, it felt as if you were the one intruding on her property. In a way, you supposed it was true. “You’re not Emma.”

“No, I’m not,” You replied. It was true. 

“Where is she?” The girl pouted. 

You tilted your head. “Emma’s sick today. I’ll be filling in for her, that okay with you?”

She looked to be debating your proposition for a moment before eventually nodding at you. She opened her mouth, like she was about to add something else – and, really, you were curious as to what that might be – but was interrupted by something else. Someone.

“Be nice to the visitor, Aya.”

A man stepped behind the girl, scooping the giggling child into his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple. The gesture was very cute. What really threw you for a loop, however, was the man himself.

He was this pretty thing, standing only a bit taller than you with a smirk on his face. He was wearing a black tee, one that revealed buff, tatted arms and a well-defined chest. He had long blonde hair – dyed purple on the bottom – but that wasn’t the only feminine thing about him. His eyes were deep lavender hues, framed by the long, blond lashes that fanned over his cheeks. You found yourself mesmerized by him almost instantaneously.

Was it hot in here?

You bowed before him, using the respectful greeting as a clever disguise for your flustered expression. “Imaushi-San, it’s an hon–”

“Please, there’s no need for formalities here. You’re a guest,” He corrected you. With a friendly smile, he placed a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder. His eyes glimmered. “I see you’ve met my little Ayaka.”

You nodded curtly, “She’s very cute.”

Ayaka hid in her father’s neck. He tapped the back of her head. 

“Hey, baby, what do we say?” He asked her.

She didn’t move her head to look at you. Instead, she offered a muffled, “Thank you.”

“Go to your room, Aya,” he said. “The adults need to talk.”

He set the girl down, letting her run off somewhere. You imagined it would be easy to lose a child in a place like this, but you kept your mouth shut. This man was a blood-thirsty criminal, after all. He was dangerous.

The little red earring he had on jingled as he tilted his head – a toothy grin on his features. “Come, let’s talk business.”

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