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Birthday Boy

Feature - Bonten Mikey x afab Reader

Warning: Alcohol consumption, Heavy Dub/con, fingering, cunninlingus, explicit content, language

A/N: Happy birthday to the dark impulsed Bonten leader Mikey! Might make this a series since this was a thought for an entire story.  Also sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes! 

Word Count: 4377

Summary: It’s bad to show up to a birthday party without a gift.

MDNI (18 + Over)

Birthday boy

“I still don’t get why you couldn't just go without me,” you huffed and fixed your dress back over your ass for the 12th time. It was too short, but it was the only option for you on such short notice after your best friend practically threatened not to speak to you for a month if you didn’t attend this party with her. 

So you agreed and she dressed you up in one of her “sexier” (what you would call a “Ho”) dresses that included a pair of 6 inch heels which you were not crazy about either. She had plenty of friends that liked this kind of stuff. Rides on yachts, pool parties on rooftops, heavy drinking, drugs, ect. To be fair you enjoyed having a good time when the time called for it but you knew the kind of crowd you were walking into. Rude girls looking to compete with each other and men who don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves.  

The combo of not being able to walk, a dress that was continuously on the verge of riding up to expose you, and the knowledge of the company you were about to meet made you extremely grumpy. 

“Come on Y/n, it's gonna be fun. There’ll be some real cuties tonight and more importantly a nice open bar, calling your name,” she giggled and held onto my arm affectionately. Your mood lightened a bit. You couldn't stay mad at Eri for too long. She was your bestie after all.. The elevator took both of you up and the view of Roppongi got clearer. It was breathtaking and a small feeling inside your stomach fluttered and you felt happy. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. If anything you could get a drink and hang outside. 

The metal door slide opened and you step onto the red carpeted hallway. You were surprised to see men, dressed in black suits, lined the way. They didn’t acknowledge you as Eri pulled you up to the end where two guards bouncers stood in front of two rather large Mahogany  doors. 

The one holding the clipboards looked at us expectedly, his stare slightly harsh as he waited. 

“Eri Shinomori”, your friend announced and held your arm a little tighter. “And she is my plus one! We’re here with Kimiko-”

To both of your surprise the man interrupts her by opening the right door, music and chatter on the other side. Eri squeals under her breath and walks you in with excitement. You are met by another man in a tux and he offers to take your coats and purses. Eri gives him her things and she tells him her name. You give your jacket but opted to keep your purse. After giving him your name he walked off and you two went deeper into the apartment. You gasped quietly.

It’s huge.

The place held well over fifty people, all standing around talking amongst themselves. Eri led you over to a couches by the floor to ceiling windows where a bunch of girls were sat, all styled and made up beautifully. They looked like a bunch of super models and much to you disdain the woman you least liked was seated in the center. 

Kimiko Yue. A friend you could not understand why Eri had. She was extremely rude and talked like she owned Tokyo. She took what she wanted and was unnecessarily cruel to anyone she didn’t see “worthy” enough to be around.  Her sharp eyes noticed you two as you got closer and she squealed in delight. 

“Eri-chan! You made it!” She got up and hugged your friend. She was quick to pull away and give her a once over. “That’s an interesting choice of shoe, kind of reminiscent of the girls at Fugo.”

Fugo was one of the lower end strip clubs out in Shinagawa. Your nose crinkled at the comment but you stayed quiet. It was never a good idea to take the bait. You fight the frown tugging your lips and pulled Eri closer to you. You wished you would have gotten a drink when you first got there. Kimiko’s  friends giggled around her and then she turned her attention to you.  The few moments of silence of her looking at you gave you time to prepare for her ridicule.

“Who’s your friend Eri.”

Here we go. 

It wasn't like you hadn’t met months ago, or that you just spent all last week going shopping with Eri, her and her little posse. On top of that you were also the only foreigner that hung out in that group you could call friends.

“It's Y/n”, you reminded her nicely, forcing a soft smile to appease her. “You look so pretty Kimiko.”

“Of course she does,” a girl hummed and sipped her drink. “She’s gotta look all nice for the birthday boy.”

They group went into a fit of laughs and giggles and then started talking as if you weren’t there. Doing you best to not roll your eyes, you offered to grab you and Eri some drinks. She nodded, half listening as she tried to jump rope into the conversation.  Despite the apartment being so big you were able to find the bar after you sifted through the crowd. There were only a few guests standing and you could collect yourself in peace.  Catching the bartender’s eye you ordered two gin and tonics before turning to look at the room as you waited. You could barely see Eri and the girls but they were still at the couches gossiping about something. A part of you was sure it was about you. While you had been “accepted” into their group you were still an outsider. And if you didn’t know how to speak Japanese you would have been shunned the moment Eri introduced you. 

Not that you would’ve minded. 

Girls like Kimiko, you avoided like the plague. They were mean and acted entitled. It never sat right with you to treat someone as lesser but Kimiko lived off of it. The life of a high end stripper had perks but you’d rather go to a small bar and play pool or something goofy like karaoke. Looking away you people watched. There were a lot of men talking quietly amongst themselves in small pods. Most with drinks, some with lit cigars.  It seemed less of a birthday party and more like a conference. Eri never told you who’s birthday it was but you supposed it didn’t matter. The only people you would know were Eri and her friends. Your eye caught a bunch of movement at the door as several men walked in, to your amazement, all strangely unique in their attire and image.

“Here’s your drinks,” the bartender caught your attention, setting the glasses down. You broke contact with the group and looked at the drinks. You gave the bartender a smile and thanked him before heading back to the group. As you got closer you stopped walking when you noticed they weren’t at the couches anymore. Glancing around you couldn’t spot Eri anywhere.

 Taking a moment to calm your rising anxiety, you thought how dumb you must’ve looked holding drinks, looking like you got stood up. You made your way to the windows and found the door leading to the patio.  There was a couple kissing  by the railing so you moved to the other side around the corner where there were some chairs and a small table. You sat one drink down on the glass table carefully before  taking a large gulp of the first. If you were going to be stuck at a party by yourself you might as well get drunk and enjoy the view in solitude. No one was going to miss you and you weighed that the sight of the sparkling city and the two drinks would be better company.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY!!” The crowd inside roared,  shaking you a little. You tried to peek from your seat through the window but everyone blocked your view of the man of the hour. Smiling and turning back in your seat you raised your glass to the city and smiled.

“Happy Birthday Mikey.”

You downed the first drink.

~ * ~

You hadn’t come back inside yet. It wasn’t so much annoying but frustrating. Mikey had noticed you the moment he stepped into the party. You were standing alone at the bar in a pretty blue dress. The fabric hugging you tightly and dangerously close to revealing your ass. His eyes followed the length of your exposed legs till they drifted up and lingered on your glossed lips, puffed out in a small pout. He wondered what had you in such a huff. It was his birthday after all and everyone at his party should be happy. 

The gang made their way towards the back where they normally sat and a happy squeal reached the head of Bonten’s tired ears. Looking over his shoulder one of his girls strutted towards him looking pretty and dolled up. He gave a soft smile as the blonde kissed his lips.

“Happy Birthday Mikey,” Kimiko cooed and touched his cheek, her manicured thumb rubbing against his lower lip. “Do you like the party?”

He hummed in approval and sat down on the black leather coach. Patting his leg, Kimiko promptly sat down brushing her thigh close to his crotch as she snuggled into him. She went off detailing everything she prepared and who was invited. Sanzu handed him a drink and he took a quick moment to watch you. You had moved to the center of the room, looking around the room confused and flustered. The subtle hue of pink heating your face. Seeing you hold a drink in both hands had Mikey’s lips twitch, close to dipping down into a frown. Who was the other drink for? Had you come here with someone? Why had he never seen you before?

You were completely ignorant to his stare unlike most of the guests who knew to be on alert if he wanted them.   But you were just in your own world oblivious of his existence. Why weren’t you over here, surrounding him like Kimiko was? Like the handful of other girls that just appeared. But you were looking for someone else.

Eventually you gave up and headed for the patio, careful not to spill the drinks. You slipped out of his view and then he frowned and leaned back displeased. He tried to stay in the conversation between Sanzu and Ran but his dark eyes flickered every so often back to the patio.

 Sanzu leaned over catching his mood change.

“Need me to take care of something?” The second in command’s blue eyes were alert and slightly dilated. When Mikey didn’t say anything the pinkette followed his gaze, curious what was on his mind.

Mikey stayed quiet and took another drink, keeping his gaze on the windows. 

At some point Kimiko must have got off him because before he knew it a cake filled with lit candles was pushed in front of him and her and the other girls were shouting happy birthday followed by everyone else. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY!”

Everyone moved in to watch him and his gut twisted. He didn’t want everyone looking at him. He tried to glance through the windows and see if you had finally come in but the crowd blocked his view. The silent pause pulled him back to reality and he realized everyone was waiting on him. Taking a deep breath he blew out all the candles and a puff of smoke tickled his nose and everyone cheered. He was handed another drink, this time from the younger Haitani who patted him on the back. 

Forcing a small smile, he felt a bit of relief as everyone spread back out in the room. 

“What’s up Mikey,” Mochi suddenly asked. Him, like the other executives, noticed the change in Mikey almost immediately.

Mikey watched Kimiko making her way back toward him, holding a plate with a piece of cake on it.  He stood up and looked at Sanzu. 

“I want to be alone.” A simple statement but Sanzu knew Mikey didn’t want to be interrupted from whatever caught his attention. So the mad dog smiled and stood up and bounced over to Kimiko before she could reach him.

“That for me Kimi-chan?” He grinned and gripped her hips. She hit his shoulder playfully and stuck out her tongue. “Don’t tempt me babe.”

“It’s for Mikey,” she tutted and tried to get around him but he wasn’t letting go. 

“Mikey ain’t hungry right now,” the executive cooed and brought his lips to her neck and nipped at the skin. “But I’m fucking starved.”

Kimiko hummed in delight and brought her free hand to his hair. “Sanzu~”

“You’ll feed me, right babe?” It was impossible to resist him when he asked so nicely. The blonde nodded and gave him a hot kiss before he led her off to a private room. 

Mikey was already at the door to the patio, Ran and Moichi close behind him. They got the hint and waited inside by the door so no one else would step out. It took him a moment to find you, but once he turned the corner he couldn’t miss you. Tucked away in the corner, staring at the city as you held a drink. His eyes flashed to the small table next to you, seeing the empty glass. Seems you were enjoying both by yourself. 

It didn’t take you long to finally notice him and he stiffened as your gaze shifted to him, bright eyes meeting his dark ones. It felt like he was on a rollercoaster when his tummy fluttered. Not wanting to be caught in a staring contest he looked out at the city but moved closer, hands slipping into his pant pockets. Now that he had your attention he felt weird. Exposed to your unfiltered stare. Sitting down in the empty seat he continued to stare out. 

“It's a nice view,” you hummed. He looked at you in slight surprise but was pleasantly pleased you started talking first. The friendly smile on your lips was a complete contrast to the pout you held early. He decided he liked both but the smile did something different to him.

“It is,” he agreed. 

The silence was back and he waited for you to say something else. But for some reason you thought your drink was more interesting. You kept your eyes down and swirled  the ice around slowly. 

“You want another?”

Your eyes widened  at his question, and you looked up at him. When his question finally registered with your brain you smiled but shook your head.

“Thank you but I’m okay. I just finished these two in less than a half hour,” you laughed and sat the glass down. “I’m planning on getting drunk but I should pace myself.”

That caught his attention. Why did you want to get drunk?

“Why’s that?” He probed and leaned back in the chair. “Not enjoying the party?” 

A buzzed giggle left your throat as you stared out.

“No, the party is good. I’m just not crazy about  the company here.”

He raised an eyebrow at your statement. 

“Oh?” He pulled his hands out of his pockets and played with his fingers, more curious than before. “Not a fan of the birthday boy.”

He tried to play it as sarcasm but he felt a little anxious to hear your answer. You shook your head.

“Can’t say I know him. I came here with a friend but her group of friends are a bit much for me. So I’m keeping a low profile tonight.”

Somehow Mikey knew exactly who you were talking about. Seems you had been introduced to Kimiko and he found humor in your reaction to her. She could be a brat when she wanted to. 

“I take it you met Kimiko.”

“You know her,” you sounded surprised.  Mikey tried not to smile.

“Most do.”

“Of course,” you mused, unconsciously grabbing  your drink to take a sip from the empty glass. Mikey caught it. You must be buzzed. 

“Y/n.” You introduced yourself and sat the drink back down.

Your name sat in his mouth. 

He wanted to test it out loud but chose silence to mask his excitement. He liked your name and for a fleeting moment he wondered what it would sound like saying it with you on top of him, head tossed back as you gasped his.

“Manjiro,” the name was out before he could stop himself. Why would he give you his name? To mask his slip up he looked towards the direction of  the door.

“Let me get you another,” he insisted. 

You stayed quiet for a moment then nodded., “might as well.” You tried to stand up but he was quick to grab your wrist to keep you seated. He shook his head.

“I’ll get it.” He rose and walked back to the door and opened it, mumbling to Ran to get him two whiskey sours before coming back to you.

It didn’t take you too long to get the courage to start a conversation with him. Asking him if he'd lived in Tokyo for long, what he liked to do for fun. He answered vaguely when you asked about his work and only hinted he was in the business world. He easily switched the conversation to your interest. 

“What’s your favorite treat, Y/n?” He finally spoke your name, finding pleasure in the way it sounded. It was exotic. He asked several questions. Where you were from, did you live in Japan, what you did for work. You blushed at the last question and confessed you were in between jobs. He nodded and both of you watched as Ran walked towards him holding drinks. He offered one to him first before giving the other to you. Smiling and thanking the newcomer, you took the drink. Nodding to the purpled haired executive to leave, he sat his drink on the table and focused on you once more.

“Are you gonna come to the after party?” He asked quietly, hoping to peak your interest. 

You hummed, taking a small sip. Shifting in your seat Mikey didn’t miss the view of your naked thigh as your dress rode up. You seemed unaware and he didn’t  feel the need to mention it. Your skin looked soft. His hand twitched, wanting very much to reach out and rub it.

“What’s at the after party?” Smiling, you gave him a playful grin and leaned back to further recline in your seat. You were trying to get comfortable. Mikey took the chance and turned his seat to face you, then reached forward and propped up your heeled feet in his lap, your ankle close to his groin. Thin fingers pressed into your calves and massaged them slowly.  

“I’ll be there,” he finally answered, hands creeping closer to your inner thigh to test the waters and see if you were interested. He watched you bring the glass back to your pretty lips and take a much larger drink. 

“I guess that's a pretty good reason,” your foot moved slowly, careful not to hurt him with your heel. A large smile spread your lips when the side of your foot touched his cock, not fully hard but getting close. “With my friend ditching me I suppose I don’t have any other plans.”

You hummed as he rubbed circles in your thighs. 

“Such service…” 

The look on your face was beautiful. The alcohol was getting to you now and your smile had softened, along with your eyes. Pink dusted your cheeks as you gave him a playful smirk, “pretty sure it’s not my birthday.”

 Mikey touched your skin in awe. It wasn’t like he didn’t have his fair share of people to grope and hold but something about you resting on him, his hands holding you felt good. Really good. He wanted more. He handed you his drink , gently tilting it for you to drink. You gulped twice before he pulled it away.

“Just cause it’s not your birthday doesn't mean you can’t get a gift,” he assured her.

“That’s bad etiquette,” you slurred in disbelief. A soft moan passed your lips as his hand traveled a little higher, fingers now pressed against the seat of your lace thong that barely covered your slit. The fabric was warm and damp. The thought of you wet for him had his cock twitching, now fully hard and pressed against his black pants.  

“What’s bad,” he murmured in your ear.

“The birthday boy gets all the gifts tonight-” the last part came out in cry. 

Mikey snatched your thong out of the way and sunk his ring and middle fingers into you. Soft gummy walls clenching around him as he slowly pumped into you. You were so wet and by the way you desperately clung to his shoulders, leaning in so your bodies were pressed close , you were very sensitive. 

“You wanna give me a present princess?” He mused and pulled you away from him so he could look right at your face. Pretty eyes full of want melted into realization.

“You’re Mikey,?” You blushed at the new information. 

“You call me Manjiro,” he corrected. 

You nodded, biting your lip in thought. He moved his fingers out of your slowly , pulling a pretty gasp. Watching him carefully you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He returned it and came down on you harder, thoroughly enjoying the way you tasted. All you could do was submit and lean back in your seat as he dominated you. His other hand grabbed at your breast, kneading it slowly. He pulled down the top of your dress to play with your nipples through the lace of your bra. He wanted to see them completely naked but had another goal that was more urgent. 

Kissing you one last time, he knelt down in front of you and spread your thighs wide. Your thong was soaked, familiar lace like your bra but it had turned translucent from your slick. Wet enough for him to see your pussy.  His breath on you seemed to wake you up a bit, you fully understanding the position you were in. You weakly pressed a hand to the top of his head.

“Manjio-ah…we should find a ro-omhmm-” You tried but he pushed his fingers back in. Mikey felt your muscles clench around him as he moved in and out of you. He snapped his eyes back up to your face and the look in his eyes immediately shut you up. Your lips pressed together to hold back your protest but was replaced by small whimpered as he fingered you. When you tried to look away, he tsked and reached to grab your chin with his wet fingers. “You said the birthday boy got all the presents ya? Then let me open my first one.”

Your hazy eyes blinked slowly as you nodded yet affirmation was cut short when he pressed his open mouth to your panty clad cunt. A heavy moan rumbled in Mikey’s throat as he tasted you, despite the barrier of fabrics but he wasted no time to savor you like this . Tilting his head up his nose brushed up against your clit, swollen and needing attention. His tongue  shot out and made small circles in the lace, making direct contact with your bud through the floral holes. When he felt he needed more, he hooked his finger around the fabric and moved it to the side. Laying his tongue flat he pressed it against your hole before moving up through your folds in one long stroke. Your thighs shook and you moaned his name louder.

 Fuck that did him in. 

Grabbing the fat of your ass he pulled your ups forward till they hung off the chair and he bent your knees back till they touched your shoulders.

“MmmManjiroo,” you whined, either from the discomfort of being bent back on the chair as you were or because now that your cunt was fully exposed and wide for him. His tongue sunk back into you, practically making out with your pussy.  A gasp that sounded more like an airy laugh hit the chill air.  Your fingers grasped clumps of his white hair, gently pulling him closer as you rocked your hips up into his face. His drool mixed with your juices, making a slurping wet sound as he ate you out. The both of you stayed like this for a while, Mikey humming in pleasure every time you came, sucking up your release like a thirsty kid at the water fountain.

 At some point he barely heard your weak pleas for him to give you a break. He supposed you gave him enough for now. 

Carefully,  he brought your knees back down and rested them on his shoulders while he stayed crouched. His stare was fixed on your fluttering pussy, watching the creamy drool leak out of you. Not able to resist he leaned forward and gave your cunt one more solid lick, cleaning you up as he did. Standing up in front of you, he decided it was time for the two of you to leave. He didn’t want to be there anyways, but he’d agreed to let Kimiko and the girls throw him a party. He fulfilled his promise.

He came, blew out his candles, and now got to open his  present wrapped up in the prettiest blue wrapping paper. He decided he liked you in blue.

“Let’s get out of here princess,”  he wasn’t asking you. He pulled you on your shaky feet and fixed your thong and dress. Bringing his fingers between your faces he rubbed your release between his fingers before he told you to open your month. Like the angel he knew you were, your lips parted and he stuck the soiled fingers in, pressing down on your tongue. You hands sought out his sleeve for support and you breathed and let him use your mouth. He pinched your tongue gently then pulled out. He quickly rewarded you with a deep kiss and hummed tasting you again. “We’re gonna go home kay?”

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