December 2022 Drabble#1 (Patreon)

Hanzo/Akande – aneki!Hanzo aka afab!Hanzo; wealthy politician Doomfist – Hanzo and Akande are having a private dinner to talk about their dealings and... enjoy themselves...

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“Miss Shimada… a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Akande’s voice is smooth like chocolate and his smile handsome yet distant as he lightly grasps Hanzo’s hand and lifts it up so he can brush his lips against her knuckles in a barely-there kiss. His warm breath has her skin break out in goosebumps. She can feel her nipples tightening eagerly and knows they must make quite a show, pressing against the thin fabric of her black dress… yet Mister Ogundimu does not spare her chest a single glance.

It immediately sours her mood somewhat. She had spent quite a bit to get her tits sitting just right in the devilishly revealing dress. She can feel the wind tickling her navel, that’s how deep her neckline plunges.

“Mister Ogundimu,” she greets back, stepping just a little closer. He’s a tall man and she wants him to see how pretty she’s made herself for him and their little private dinner… yet still his dark eyes do not dip down enough to see how easy it would be for one of her tits to slip out from behind the strip of fabric and expose herself to him. “I am pleased about your choice of restaurant.”

“Wonderful. I have had my assistant search for quite a while. Please… sit with me. I have taken the liberty of ordering our meal already. We should be able to dine in peace once they bring it.”

He has let go of her hand and turned toward the single table, decked out beautifully next to a large window overlooking Tokyo. There are no other guests in this backroom. They’re free to discuss their… dealings.

He pulls the chair back so she might sit down. As he lightly nudges it back toward the table with her seated, he leans down close enough for her to feel his breath tickling the back of her neck as he murmurs: “I see you have opted not to wear more… traditional garb.”

Hanzo’s lips curve up in a small smile, pleased that he has noticed after all. She lightly cocks her head to the side, offering her slim neck up for him.

“Would you have wanted me in a kimono, Mister Ogundimu?” she purrs, quite aware of her wording. His breath fans out over the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder, her whole body feeling like it is running on an electric current.

“You look quite wonderful in whatever you choose to wear, Miss Shimada. Ah… beauty and wit. I am quite pleased your father has opted to let you step up for our dealings.”

He stands back up straight but as he moves around the table, his warm fingertips lightly brush against the topmost knob of Hanzo’s spine. Her breath almost hitches, pussy already nice and warm from knowing she’s going to be alone with him for a while. Her hole clenches deliciously now, though her fingers remain deadly steady as she leans an elbow onto the table and slowly lets one fingertip slide along the rim of her wine glass.

“I have been adamant with him,” she purrs, eyes drinking in the sight of this man as he sits across from her. He’s so huge… she has to squeeze her thighs together, trying to tide herself over and not let a hand slide beneath her dress already. “I feel like we can be quite good together, Mister Ogundimu.”

He smiles again, slow and sensual and so very handsome.

Hanzo wants him.