Baby Gangsta is back, yo! This time, it's gonna get hot and steamy, eh? ;)

I'm trying to write every time I'm free so that my requesters don't wait too long. I'm sorry if it takes too long, but I'm recovering from the hurricane. Thanks for understanding!

THIS IS LONGER THAN FUYUHIKO'S DICK! WARNING!

[4,000 word range]

WARNING!

THIS HAS A LEMON!

LEMON!

[And a bit of rape at the beginning...]

Anyways, to make it have a bit more plot (and kink), I'm making this an Alternate Universe One-Shot! Hope you don't mind!

Requested by: komahina_is_the_shit

Y/N's POV

[Age: 7]

'It's cold... It's so... so cold...'

I was curled up on the floor, my only comfort being the cement ground underneath me. It wrapped me in a frozen sheet making my teeth clatter against each other.

Chains bound my wrist to a wall, my ankles received the same treatment.

It was hell. Every day that I went through was complete and utter hell...

Being kidnapped since I was five... Being tortured eight hours a day on end. Nothing was okay...

Only a few weeks ago, they started doing something different. The people who held me hostage were a mafia gang.

They... took off all my clothes, and I felt something being pushed into me. I saw the blood... the endless amounts of blood dripping onto the floor.

It was mine.

After they were done, they left me on the floor, my F/C yukata and underwear next to me. I was a slave, but I didn't know what they were doing to me, but I knew it hurt.

'Why... was I cursed with such a fate..?'

Fuyuhiko's POV

[Age 8]

"Fuyuhiko, we're going out." Father called.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. He was going out to hunt other gangs!

"Can I come?" I asked, eager to learn about what he does when he wanders outside of our base.

I felt a small hand on my shoulder, pulling me back slightly. "Young Master, you can't go. It's too dangerous."

A frown formed on my face as I turned around to see Peko.

"I don't care! Let me go! I can take care of my fucking self!" I yelled back at her.

"Language." Peko corrected me monotonously.

Letting out an annoyed huff, I shot back at her. "Language my ass." Looking back at my dad with the other men and women behind him, I asked him once again. "Can I go?"

He stared at me for a second before speaking. "On one condition."

I stood still, anticipating the next part.

"Bring Peko along to protect you."

I blinked once.

Twice.

"EH!? I DON'T NEED HER TO PROTECT ME YA KNOW! I'M NOT JUST SOME HELPLESS PUPPY WHO CAN'T DO SHIT!"

"Calm down." I felt a whack on the back of my head, and turning around, I saw Peko looking at me with an innocent smirk. She was gripping her bamboo sword, but the blunt end was facing upwards.

"You little-"

"Fuyuhiko. Let's go. We don't have time to waste! The rival gang is approaching." Father scolded.

I nodded and hopped on his horse with Peko behind me. I held my dad by his clothes, and Peko held me by my ears.

"OI!" I shouted, the pain starting to make its way to my brain. "Don't grab my ears!"

-Time Skip-

Y/N's POV

Warm tears coated my cold cheeks as I heard noise upstairs. Yelling... Signs of a struggle.

'Am I saved..?'

Using my last ounce of strength, I pulled on my underwear and draped the yukata around me because of my cuffs. Still crying silently, I laid back down on the floor, listening to the war that I was unaware about going on upstairs.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"

"GET HIM!"

"WHO THE FUCK IS HE?!"

I wrapped my arms around my knees, holding them close to me for comfort. More tears cascaded down my face and dropped onto the floor.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

My sobs echoed in the dark cellar, but then a loud screech resonated from the door going from here to upstairs.

I covered my ears, preparing for the worst.

'It's all over for me... I never got to see Mama or Papa again...'

As that thought crossed my mind, I heard a voice call out. It sounded like a small girl's.

"Young master! There's someone down here!"

Moving my eyes to look up, I saw a girl a bit older than me with silver hair and red eyes. She was beautiful to say the least.

Soon, I saw a shorter boy dart over to the door, his eyes widening when he saw me.

"Oh shit..." He mumbled, running down the stairs. "You alright?"

I stared in the distance, my eyes void. I was just... so... so tired.

"H-Help me..." I mumbled weakly, showing him the cuffs that bound my wrist and ankles together. "Please... it hurts..."

He quickly knelt down and placed his fingers on my wrists, examining the blue and purple bruises dotting my skin. Cuts and scars were also visible.

"Where are the keys?" He asked.

'Really?'

"I don't know..." I murmured, wincing at the pain.

"Young master! I see the key! It's around that man's neck!" The silver-haired girl shouted. "I'll go retrieve it!"

The boy nodded before calling back. "Be careful, Peko. Stay safe."

'Peko' nodded before sprinting from cellar.

The boy looked down at me, his eyes a bit wide. His face was slightly pink.

"Wh-Why aren't you wearing your damn clothes?"

I noticed that my yukata was on the floor instead of being draped over my body. Not bothering to use my energy to be embarrassed, I shrugged.

"They... took it away from me..."

He sat there for a moment before speaking up. "My name is Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. I'm a part of a mafia gang called the Yakuza."

My eyes, for once, lit up with fear.

'They... murdered my little brother.... Ouma...' [TJ strikes again with the Ouma jokes. Kill me.]

"St-Stay away from me!" I shouted, immediately shooting to sit upright. I backed up so that my back hit the cold wall, and I felt him panic for a small moment.

"Wh-What the hell?!" He shouted. "I'm trying to help you here!"

"I think you've helped enough! You killed my little brother!" I cried, my tears mixing in with the blood and cuts on my cheeks. "I don't need to be saved by the likes of you."

"Young master! I have the key!"

My head quickly turned to see Peko running down the stairs, waving the silver key in her hands. A bit of neon pink blood was splattered on her clothes and face.

'They're ruthless killers..! They have no mercy!'

She tossed the key, and Fuyuhiko caught it, looking at me hesitantly.

"You have to trust me. I won't kill anyone, okay? Please have a bit of hope in me."

I looked down at my wrists that gained years and years of pain and torture. Swallowing my pride, I connected eyes with him again.

"Only this time."

He nodded before inserting the key in the lock and turning it. The click sound was heard, and almost instantly, the handcuffs fell onto the ground.

I hissed, and I used my hands to rub my aching wrists, hoping to get rid of the swelling and bruising. I grabbed my yukata and wore it properly though I didn't have the cloth for the mid-section.

Soon, my ankles were freed, and I heard a shout from upstairs.

"FUYUHIKO! PEKO! GO! NOW! THERE'S NOT MUCH TIME!"

I felt myself freeze in place, and I felt Fuyuhiko's warm hands grab my freezing ones, pulling me up onto my feet.

At the moment all my weight was being shifted to my feet instead of my behind, I collapsed back down, screaming in pure agony.

Fuyuhiko and Peko both turned around, their faces filled with fear. They were being rushed... They wouldn't save me.... They were going to leave me here to die...

Out of my surprise, however, Fuyuhiko squatted down, his back facing me. "Get on."

It took me a while to register what was going on.

"Miss, please climb on! We need to hurry!" Peko urged.

Nodding out of sheer shock, I climbed on, and surprisingly, he held up well, not even stumbling once.

When we reached the top of the stairs, I looked around, new to the environment.

The door was open, and some of my torturers were lying on the floor.

A blonde man who resembled Fuyuhiko, which I'm guessing was his father, was near the door, getting ready to escape.

When he saw us emerge, his face quickly contorted to anger. "What the fuck are you still doing here?! I told you two to get out and run! Whoever that girl is, bring her back to the base!"

His father ran towards us, yielding his sword. Fuyuhiko stared at him in fear, seeing his father battling out three of the strongest men in this gang.

"I SAID RUN, GODDAMMIT!"

Peko ran ahead, and Fuyuhiko followed along.

"THE HORSES WERE KILLED! RUN AS FAR AS YOU CAN! DON'T LET THEM CATCH YOU!" He shouted from behind.

Tears were streaming down Fuyuhiko's face as he quickly ran through the forest. Peko was always kept in sight, ready to protect and defend in case of danger.

What I didn't know, however, was that a man's blood was on my hands. It was all because of my hesitation...

-Time Skip-

[Age: 19]

Y/N's POV

I sat in my room which was on the second floor of the Yakuza base. My guilt lingered for over 11 years.

I remembered that night oh-so long ago. Because of my hesitation, Fuyuhiko's father was slaughtered trying to buy us time.

If only I climbed onto his back with no hesitation, we might've escaped sooner, and his father might've made it out alive.

It was even now.

Fuyuhiko's gang killed Ouma, and I indirectly killed Fuyuhiko's dad.

Now that his father was gone, Fuyuhiko had taken over the Yakuza with Peko by his side. From the young age that they ruled, they never made a wrong order. They were true leaders.

That is, until the members needed another heir or heiress just in case the same incident happened.

All eyes were going to be turned to me, his fiancé to-be. Over those span of 11 years, we gradually grew closer, and by my sixteenth birthday, he officially asked me to be his girlfriend.

It was not romantic in the least with him pointing a bamboo sword at my face, but I still accepted. It was a part of his personality, and I didn't want that to change.

"P-Please be my girlfriend!"

I stared at the tip of the blade between my eyes. "U-Uh..."

"If you don't say yes, I'll f-fucking kill you!" He stuttered. His freckled cheeks were bright red, and I could see the fear of rejection on his face.

In an instant, I bent down and used my right hand as balance, kicking the sword out of his hand and making sure to dodge it in case he did mean that he was going to murder me.

In his moment of shock, I picked up the sword and tackled him down, climbing on top of him and pointing it at his neck.

"Next time, do something more romantic, Romeo. Of course it's a yes."

I smiled at the memory. The leaders of the Yakuza clan, including the main boss AKA Fuyuhiko, discussed the need of a heir/heiress.

I wasn't invited because they feared that the thought of feeling the same pain I felt 11 years would scare me away. Of course, I was terrified. We only ever got as far as kissing. That's it.

When they were chatting, I pressed my ear against the door. I heard everything, but I was willing to do it. I didn't want to let them down... They took me in after my abduction.

Quietly, I snuck away and back into my room.

Firstly, I got rid of my pride.

'It's for the man you fell in love with... for the man who saved you from a life-time of torture...'

Slowly opening my drawer, I pulled out my red lingerie bra and panties with black lace sewn onto the edges.

I looked out the window.

It was nighttime, about eight o'clock. The discussion that the Yakuza leaders lasted about four hours already.

"Maybe I'll be useful today..." I whispered to myself, pulling on the lingerie.

I wore my gray shorts and white T-Shirt over it and headed downstairs into the kitchen, making sure to be silent as I passed the conference room.

I headed into the kitchen, starting to prepare dinner. The main dish was going to be lobster soup. Surely, that was easy to make.

After a few minutes of preparation and adding the right ingredients, I finished and left it in the pot, making sure to turn on the stove to a low setting to keep it warm.

That was for the other Yakuzas, but I had a special dish in mind for Fuyuhiko.

His favorite food: Karinto, or Fried Dough Cookies.

-Time Skip-

[After the Meeting]

Fuyuhiko's POV

I let out a sigh of frustration.

'Fuck.'

At the end of the meeting, everyone had voted against me, wanting to have a heir or heiress to the clan.

I didn't want to force anything on Y/N because of her childhood years.

Because those bastards kidnapped her.

Tortured her.

Starved her.

Raped her.

I tried to clear my thoughts and followed the members to the dining hall.

We all sat on the floor, a wooden folding table sitting in from of us. Of course, being the main leader of the Yakuza, I sat on a step above the ground floor, making me seem taller than the rest.

The women in the clan started to serve the men soup.

"Lobster soup?" I mumbled under my breath. The smell was absolutely heavenly, and I felt myself drooling.

When I glanced around the room, I noticed that a certain woman was missing: Y/N.

"Is there something wrong?" Peko asked, walking up to stand behind me.

"Where's Y/N?" I asked.

"She's upstairs in her room. I think she's preparing for something. There's no need to worry."

I nodded, feeling slightly nervous.

'Can I still face her after all this shit when down at the conference?'

Erasing my worries, I saw one of the women approaching me, a silver dish in her hand. The meal was covered, so I didn't exactly know what was underneath.

She placed it down on my table, a smile on her face.

"Hand-made by your lovely fiancé, sir."

She lifted the lid, and I felt my hunger increase tenfold.

'Fried Dough Cookies...'

"Huh?"

A note was placed inside of a Ziploc bag to prevent grease from touching the paper, and it was tucked under the cookies.

Reaching towards the bag, I opened it and unfolded the note.

I thought you'd be hungry after the conference, so I made these! I remembered that you love to eat these. Love you!

-Y/N

I chuckled at the note, unknowingly smiling as I stared at it. Quickly, I tucked it in my pocket, thankful for her efforts to cheer me up.

'I didn't make the wrong choice proposing to her.'

Grabbing my chopsticks, I bit onto one.

It was delicious.

-After Dinner-

Y/N's POV

I looked around Fuyuhiko's room, tired of waiting for him. The only clothes that covered my body were the red and black laced undergarments.

Of course, my face was flushed as I kept staring at myself in the mirror.

'I've never been this bold or risqué when it came to our relationship, but that all changes tonight... I'll have to live through those same nights again...'

Letting out a sigh, I put on a soft smile.

'But maybe it'll be different like everyone told me this time...'

I opened his closet and saw his white button-up shirts, and I slid it on me, not bothering to button it.

It was kind of big on me despite Fuyuhiko being a rather short male, but his upper body made up for it.

Smiling after seeing that it loosely fitted me, I did a little twirl in the mirror. Then, I heard a grumpy curse from outside of the door, and I froze.

'This is it...'

Fuyuhiko's POV

I opened the door, still feeling hungry after dinner.

'I guess I'll have a big breakfast tomorrow unless I have something that'll fill me up...'

As soon as the door was fully open, I saw Y/N standing in front of my mirror, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. To top the look, she wore one of my shirts, but the buttons were undone, showing her cleavage.

She flashed me a smile before hopping over and sitting on my bed, crossing her legs in the process.

"Tada!" She laughed doing "jazz hands".

I let out a small chuckle. "You shouldn't wear these things if you don't want me to fucking pound you."

XXX

Y/N's POV

He quickly pinned me down on the bed, quickly making sure he was on top for his dominance. My breathing got heavier.

"Fuyu... I heard everything... in the conference room..." I whispered.

As if someone pressed an 'off' switch, all the sexual tension between us was gone.

"Y/N... we don't have to do this if you don't want to..." He said, slowly getting off of me.

'At least he has some sort of control...'

When he was about to get off of me, I grabbed his wrist.

"No... I want this... I love you, Fuyuhiko..!" I muttered, staring up at him.

His face was tinted with a slight red hue, and he nodded, starting to strip off the black coat that he wore.

Responding to his action, I relaxed my arms, and his shirt slipped off of my shoulders and onto the bed.

He smirked, pinning me down once again, putting all of his weight on one hand, the other unbuttoning his shirt.

"You look so hot tonight, Y/N. I promise it'll be nothing like you felt years ago." He whispered.

I nodded, feeling a new sensation bloom in my lower regions. It was growing moist, and the room seemed hotter than I remembered it to be.

"Unbutton the rest for me, babe?"

Submissively nodding, I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, and he sat up, shaking it off of his body.

He leaned in, and our lips connected. He slowly inserted his tongue in my mouth, making me moan quietly.

One of his hands was on my thigh while the other caressed my cheek.

Once we pulled away for air, I felt him take off his pants, and I saw a tent form in his plain black boxers.

"You did this, Y/N..." He whispered seductively.

I responded with a smirk, getting up and shoving him down on the bed with me on top. I stood on the bed, both of my legs on either side of his head and him having full view of my crotch.

"This is what you did to me, Fuyu.~"

I sat down on his chest, and immediately, his hands flew to my back, his fingers playing with the clasp on my bra.

After multiple counts of trial and error, he successfully managed to get it off.

A large blush spread throughout my cheeks once my breasts were exposed to him.

"Why are you so fucking embarrassed?" He asked.

'Oh great. He's going to use one of those lines... like you're beautiful and shit...' I thought, feeling how cliché this moment would be.

"I've seen you naked before."

My eyes widened as my blush quickly turned darker. "EH?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU PERVERT?!" I squeaked.

"When I rescued you. You were naked." He chuckled. "But now I got to see that chest grow over the years, and now I get to see them up fucking close."

Still embarrassed, I absentmindedly moaned when I felt his hands squeeze both of my breasts.

He flipped me over, and now I was on the bottom.

'Again...'

"A-Ahh!" I cried when I felt him pinch my nipples.

"It's action time, Y/N.~" He reached for my panties and slid them off, his eyes focused on my wet entrance.

I felt pain in my lower regions as I did when I was little.

"AGH!" I groaned, trying not to remember what happened.

Fuyuhiko pushed his fingers in deeper, pulling them out and pushing them back in. I moaned with pain and pleasure. The two mixed together... was heavenly.

The time where I was constantly raped, there was no pleasure. It was all pain.

"F-Fuyu~" I moaned, trying to grasp at his short hair.

"Shh... I promise to take care of you tonight..." He whispered, groaning a bit while pumping into me.

My breathing started to become panting. I never felt this before, but I would love to feel it again...

I felt him hook his fingers inside of me, making my back arch and Fuyuhiko's smirk grow.

"You enjoying it?" He asked, leaning his face in close with mine.

I nodded, my face strained into one that said 'I want more'.

"F-Fuyu... Please...!" I mumbled, panting from the love that I was receiving from my dear fiancé.

He teasingly pulled his fingers out, and licked them clean.

Under his breath, I could clearly hear him mumble.

"Better than Fried Dough Cookies..."

My face immediately flushed upon hearing those sexually-laced words.

"Get up." He commanded.

Confused, I slowly stood up, and he took me over to his study table that was cleared of any books or paper. Nothing was on it.

"Fuyuhiko, what are-"

Before I could finish my query, he pushed me down so that I was bent over.

My breasts were squished in-between me and the table, and my ass was completely in his view. He probably loved it.

I felt a smack.

Then another one.

"Ah! Fuyuhiko..! What are you doing?!" I screamed, covering my burning face with my hands.

"What am I doing?" He repeated. "You."

I heard him take off his boxers, and I felt something poking at my entrance.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" He said gently.

I nodded and felt something being pushed into me. The feeling was too familiar, and I felt like screaming and kicking, but I couldn't.

I had to do this.

For him.

For us.

For our future child.

I only let out a little yelp as he forced himself into me. From the feeling, I could tell he was fairly large in length and size.

"A-Ah..." I moaned out. "I-It hurts..."

His hands squeezed my ass before leaning in and whispering to me. "It's going to be alright... Trust me, okay?"

I nodded once again, trusting in him that the pain would go away.

It did.

"Y-You can move now..." I mumbled.

He let out a groan as he started to move out and slam back into me. I let out my sexually-induced moan, telling him more.

"Faster..." I said absentmindedly. My mind was swimming from all of the bliss traveling throughout my body.

It was never like this before...

Fuyuhiko rammed into me again and again, each time getting harder and harder.

The pressure and force shook the table so much that it was practically wobbling at this point. Our pants and moans added to the lust-filled room. I could feel our bodies becoming one.

"Y-Y/N..." Fuyuhiko groaned. "Scream for me..."

"A-Ah..! F-Fuyu!" I yelled, gripping onto the edges of the table. My walls started to clench around him, making it more pleasurable for both of us.

"Louder, dammit!"

"F-F-FUYU!" I shouted a bit louder this time.

I felt something being hit, and every time it was hit, I could feel waves of pleasure surging through me. Was this the "G-spot" I've heard so much about?

A knot started to gradually form in my lower abdomen, making me feel slightly worried.

"Scream my name as loud as you fucking can!" Fuyuhiko yelled while gripping onto my hair instead of my ass.

With a final push, I felt him hit that spot with such force, causing me to shout at the top of my lungs.

"FUYUHIKO!!!! AHHH!"

The knot was undone, and I felt myself releasing my fluids which was squirting all over his member. Despite me already finishing my part, Fuyuhiko had to do his.

Because I reached my climax, it was easier for me to reach it again. Fuyuhiko banged into me harder, hitting my G-spot every single time.

In the least, my moans were quite loud.

He flipped me over so that I was laying on the table, him having full view of my breasts and womanhood.

Fuyuhiko then continued to shove himself into me, but I felt something...

His finger roughly rubbed my clit, making me squirm and moan out even more. "F-Fuyu..! Wh-What are you d-doing?!" I cried, feeling myself starting to squirt on him again.

My liquids dripped from the table and onto the floor, and I could see the lust building inside Fuyuhiko.

With one last push, I felt himself release inside of me. His sperm shot inside, and it gave me a sense of warmth.

He picked me up bridal-style and carried me back to his bed. Quickly, I was thrown onto it, and he pulled the blanket over me.

Then, he proceeded to climb on the other side, both of us still naked and reeking of fresh sex.

His arms wrapped around my waist, and I still felt his member touching my back.

My eyes drooped, and the last word before I could continue my sexual fantasies in my dreams were said by my dear husband-to-be.

"Goodnight, my future wife."

I just realized my Fuyuhiko stories are the longest. LOL. Literally the Wishing Upon a Memory took two parts with four to five thousand words each. Anyways~ This one had more of a plot at the beginning, so I had to explain everything for the reader to understand. Hope you enjoyed!

BTW, out of the four thousand words, only fifteen hundred went into the lemon. ;)

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{Side-Note: I'm literally learning chess for this one-shot. Aren't I a great author? Not.}

-TJ-