The Border of Asakusa (Benimaru x Reader)

The Battle Part 5: Trapped

This Benimaru, who destroyed his Tokyo Empire and made a deal with the Evangelist, brushed a tear from your cheek. From the sound of his voice, he was suppressing his own. "You have no idea how good it feels to see you again."

He leaned in to kiss you...

Your mind raced. Be rational. Don't provoke him. He loves you. He's not your Benimaru. He's dangerous. He'd never hurt you. Be logical. Be emotional. He'll respond well if you're vulnerable. Fuck, might as well, you're going to cry anyway. You shook your head, and he paused, inches from you. "I'm- I'm not her. I'm not your Y/n. I haven't done anything that- amazing. She was rebuilding a society, she-"

He cupped your face. "Yes. You are. You've done incredible things here, Y/n. Even though you felt alone for so long... when all you wanted was family. Support. Love. I'm so- sorry. That I didn't find you sooner here." Your lips parted, and he bowed to kiss you.

You let him.

If your Benimaru was gone, would you really want to live without this one? To have neither? This Benimaru loved you for decades. He burned the empire to the ground for you. He loved a version of you you'd told yourself for years was weak, that you were ashamed of. And still, he loved you. He loved the most vulnerable and sensitive version of you, that wasn't hardened by years of mistreatment and repression.

Your lips moved with his in a long kiss.

The life you'd lived with him was so much less... painful. That one knock on a car window in the rain when you were hurting the most changed the trajectory of your life. You told yourself the loss and pain in your life made you stronger, that it was required in order for you to be interesting, to evolve into someone who could make a difference in the world... But that was a lie. You achieved so much more in this life where you were happy and supported. And that made you- angry. At yourself, at your world...

You wanted nothing more than the life he told you you lived in his world. A life he bargained with his own soul to give you in the aftermath of this hell. You could see the SOS lights on your wrist tracker flash in the dark. Your army was losing, suffering just beyond the walls of this prison. This Benimaru assured your safety. Passage into a peaceful life with him...

While your mind raced, his touch was respectful, and it seemed so innocent. The way his fingers laced and unlaced slowly with yours, caressing your palm before his touch moved slowly up your arm. His pressure was just right for leaving goosebumps in his wake everywhere his fingers moved. His hands kneaded over your shoulders, before he ran his hand down your back, and his knuckle pulled back up your spine. The pleasured shudder that shimmied your chest closer to his is what he was waiting for. He kissed down your neck as the hand at your back curved around your ribs.

"Take it off for me..." His thumb brushed under you breast and across your covered nipple. You could feel the muffled touch harden them... make you wet for him. When you hesitated, he lifted you to sit straddled on his lap, facing away from him. One arm wrapped around your waist to hold you close to him, while the other caressed your breasts over your clothes.

"...take your time." His breathy voice taunted you as you began to pant at his touch. He extinguished the small light that allowed you to see in the dark box, forcing you to focus on the sensations of his hands on your body. He was patient, gentle, teasing in his light kisses and soft touches. If at the start, you had to pretend he was still your Benimaru holding you in the dark, he didn't mind. He knew he'd have you wanting him soon enough. It started with an involuntary sway of your body as you tried to press your breasts into his hands, but you couldn't help yourself. You rolled your hips in his lap against his hardening cock.

He couldn't remove the ash clothes your Benimaru covered you with. But he'd get them off you nonetheless.

He edged you there until you ached, expertly and almost painfully withholding your release. As he watched your clothes disintegrate completely, he unfastened his pants. He filled you slowly, spending plenty of time teasing you with just his tip. He kept your body suspending over him, controlling how much he gave you, and making you fight in his grasp for more and bite your lip red trying not to moan. He needed to hear it. He filled you completely and you cried out. His arm returned tightly around your waist, and his other hand tenderly stroked your swollen clit. You came hard almost immediately. He didn't slow or stop his pace in the slightest for your quaking body.