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Would you be able to use your amazing art skills to bless me with a Sango x Yakuza Bankotsu in a romantic pose, pretty, pretty, pretty please? 🥰🥰🥰

- Love, your #10 (previously #1) favorite child that was totally not the cause of your sudden, mysterious name change 😬

Thank you for your incredible patience. Hope you enjoy this daring duo 😘

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Bankotsu stuffs his hands into his dark jeans, stepping closer to her. The alley is dark, the only light coming from the street lamps at the very end. It smells like cat piss and vomit and it was stupid for her to come out here alone but she's all lean muscle under that tight dress, probably thinks she can handle any thugs that come her way. He smirks; well he can tell she hasn't met a nightmare like him before. His shoes scoff against the concrete as she lights up, those chestnut eyes snapping up to his face. Such a pretty face, he wants to ruin it.

"Sneaking away for a smoke, Taijiya?"

Her eyes narrow, cold enough to send chills up his spine. He can't help the grin that splits his lips, fingers twitching in his pockets.

"What do you want?" she hisses, voice like ice and Bankotsu bites back a groan. He's going to really enjoy breaking her.

"Isn't it obvious?" he sneers.

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Bankotsu, leader of his band of brothers and highly paid mercenary by Naraku, can't believe his luck when he and Jakotsu spot Sango having a night out with her friends. There would never be a better opportunity than this to take revenge against her father, Kaiko Taijiya, by stealing his little kitten away from him. But Sango isn't a kitten, she's a tiger with claws. And Bankotsu can't get enough.

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...He closes and locks the door behind them, moving around her to turn on the shower. She stands by the door the whole time, arms wrapped around her stomach and eyes glued to him as he grabs them towels before pulling his braid over his shoulder. He undoes the braid with quick fingers, watching her as she’s watching him. When he’s finished he pushes his hair back over his shoulder and pulls the shower curtain further back, gesturing for her again to step forward.

She blushes but tugs her shirt up and over her head before stepping over the lip of the shower and under the spray. She moans softly and Bankotsu can only stare as she runs her hands over her face and through her hair as it grows wet, water running down her body in rivets. She’s gorgeous, body soft and supple already growing flushed from the hot water...

Chapter Update

Bankotsu/Sango

Chapter 6 (excerpt)

“Look at us, we sound like friends or something,” she whispers, trying to lighten the tension that is suddenly surrounding them, clearly uncomfortable. She combs her fingers through her hair and again he wonders who she’s trying to look good for, when he realizes with a hard thump of his heart that it’s him, she’s trying to look good for him.

If only she fucking knew.

Bankotsu can’t stop the way he leans towards her, lifting his hand to cup her cheek and angle her face back to him. “Friends don’t do what we do,” he mumbles lowly before pressing his lips against hers.

She lets out a surprised noise against his lips, small hands coming up to press lightly against his chest. He cups the back of her neck with his other hand and leans harder against her, pulling her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking softly until she’s opening up for him on a whimper. He licks into her mouth, coaxing her tongue to move with his, wet and slow and deep, sending fire down his spine to rest heavy and low in his stomach. He groans, drinking up every drop of her that she’s willing to give him.

Bankotsu let’s himself get completely lost in her, falling deep and drowning in the taste of her, in the smell of her. She’s completely surrounded him; he doesn’t know how he would even find his way out of her, if he even wanted too. He doesn’t want to; he wants to stay like this, lost in her forever.

Seriously. He’s fucked.

Bankotsu/Sango

Bankotsu steals a few matches off Renkotsu and makes his way up the stairs and to Sango’s room. She’s awake when he pushes the door open and her brown eyes widen at the sight of him, red washing over her entire face, literally from forehead to her fucking collarbones. She pulls the blanket up to her neck, curling her legs up to her chest. She looks to the wall and then as if realizing what she’s doing looks back to him with a heated glare.

“What do you want?” she hisses but her words don’t hold any real venom like they had days before, properly fucked it out of her he supposes. Maybe a couple orgasms was all she needed, he could tell she obviously wasn’t getting that kind of attention from where ever the fuck she came from. Inuyasha or his crew or whoever the fuck ever, she might be a virgin but not completely inexperienced and it both annoyed and satisfied him that she wasn’t getting the attention she fucking deserved.

He holds up a single cigarette, licking his smirking lips as her eyes grow wide again, fingers twitching in her tight grip around her blankets. “Need a smoke?”

She frowns, looking away from him and shaking her head, brown bangs brushing against her forehead and his heart flutters as he remembers the way it felt between his fingers, damp and soft as he talked her through her subspace. “I don’t want or need anything from you.”

“Aww, don’t be like that, baby. I thought we were getting along so well,” he mumbles, watching her under lowered lids as he moves closer to the bed. “I mean, I treated you like a fucking queen last night, cuddled you and even let you stay unbound. Now I’m bringing you a desperately needed cigarette and that’s how you treat me? That’s just not right, honey.”

The brunette huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, face growing red again at just the mention of last night. “You’re kidding me.”

“I’m not,” he says, he sits on the edge of the bed, on the opposite corner of her. “Do you want to smoke or not?”