𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙏 - Iguro Obanai x M!Reader

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At the very same day, our Obanai forces himself to stand up against his will, grunting in pain as he picks up all the trashbags in his small abode, dumping all of them in a bigger bag and dragging the said bag outside.

Obanai, having an internal cuss session with the air, grumbled as he puts the garbage away in the dumpsters, which was gonna get picked up by the garbage truck later.

"Excuse us, are you perhaps Iguro Obanai?" A voice behind him asked.

Humming, he turns around.

"Yes, what do you--... Need..." Obanai stops himself from talking, seeing the breathtaking L/N Y/N infront of him.

" I'm Obanai. W-what do you need from me?" He asked, trying to cover his nervousness up by putting a tough front.

"Ah, I've been looking for you." Y/N spoke, deep voice so smooth that it made Obanai internally scream.

"What for?" He asks, biting his lips under his mask.

"Come." The taller male said, grabbing the smaller's hand and dragging him to his car.

"Eh? Where? What the hell? Wait, my house- kabu--" our short mc stammers, trying to break free from the hold.

"... Sorry for this." Was the last thing he heard before he gets hit on the back of the neck, making everything in his vision turn black as his consciousness slipped off easily.

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"U-ugh... Where-?.." Obanai groans as he flinches from the bright lights shining his face from what seems like an office.

"You're awake." He hears that very familiar smooth tone entering his ears, making him jolt up, only to find out he's tied to a fancy cushioned chair.

Comfy to the bum, not gonna lie.

Iguro shakes his thoughts away, looking at Y/N with a glare.

"Now now, Iguro. I do not mean any harm." The taller male hums, gazing down at Obanai with glowing e/c eyes that shines with mischief, yet a speck of adoration.

"What do you want from me?" Iguro shakily asks, slightly trembling under the h/c haired man's gaze. The presence of Y/N heavily intimidated him, and it made him have dirty thoughts on this exact moment. He tightly clenched his legs, trying to stop his growing erection.

He figures what was it like to be manhandled by this guy who was twice his size and has literal power over him.

"Hmm.. What do I want from you?" Y/N returns his question, leaning back to his chair that looked like a throne, according to Obanai.

Obanai noticed a black snake lurking around the mafia's hands, nuzzling it's head on it's owner's cheek.

"Simple. Be my sugar baby."

Now that surprised Obanai.

Several thoughts rang through his head, making him dizzy from all the shit he hears from his inner voices.

'Omg what?'

'is this my chance to finally be rich?'

'AM I GONNA GET FUCKED TO OBLIVION?'

'was kaburamaru good luck from God all along?'

"S-sugar baby?!" He yells, in surprise.

"Mhm. Any prob--" Y/N was cut off.

"What do you mean 'be your sugar baby'?!" Obanai exclaimed, tugging on the restraints.

"You're a broke college second year, aren't ya?

Iguro Obanai." Y/N hums, getting amused by the look on Obanai's face.

"W-well, I am!! But that doesn't mean I'm desperate for money!!"

The raven head knew he was lying through his own teeth, and that he's throwing a good opportunity away.

"Hmm... I'll pay you, you know. Large amounts of money, so that you'll be able to restart college and study the course you wanted...

To be a biologist, wasnt it?" Smug, Y/N sits up properly, a smirk decorating his lips.

"Wha- where do you even get the money for that?! Aren't you only 27 years old?!"

Chuckles were heard around the large, almost empty, office.

"Oh darling, Im a mafia leader. The leader of Serpent Mafia, to be exact. One of the most feared mafias around Japan and other countries." The tall male stated.

"Mafia?! I thought those are only cliche things on Wattpad?!" Obanai raised an eyebrow, getting weirdly aroused by your chuckles and that smirk on your face.

A laugh echoed throughout the office.

"Obanai, darling, do i look like a Wattpad character to you?" The mafia leader asked, putting his elbows on the table.

"Is the mafia even legalized?" Obanai asked. The question was for himself yet he accidentally said it out loud, earning him an answer.

"Yes, hon. We are completely legal and we have the approval of the government, unlike other mafia groups." Y/N hums, now staring at Obanai with a completely serious expression.

"Now... Are you going to accept my offer?"

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"I cant contact that broke bitch. What the fuck is he even doing?" Sanemi groans, hearing his phone go to voice mail once again.

"Didn't he say he's tired as hell earlier? Maybe he's asleep." Giyuu spoke, drinking a can of Milkis.

"Ugh. I wanna tell him about the grades." Sanemi huffs.

"Get over it, you big baby. I'm sure Obanai's attending classes tomorrow."

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"... Yes, I-I accept the offer..."

"Good boy."