A/N: Sorry for the wait, y'all. Thank you for being patient with me. Also, I made (young) Hanzo my poster-boy! Yaaaay!

Not suitable for work or kids.

Seriously. Y'all are really freaky in this story.

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Being a Helix Security International agent scored you many perks. Especially when your alter ego was a civilian involved in the fashion industry. You were cleared to live a life of privilege, as long as your luxurious lifestyle yielded suitable outcomes.

If you weren't spending time at headquarters, you were either in grand casinos or prestigious nightclubs, entertaining big-wigs and entitled men. You made an effortless living by gleaning intelligence from the privileged population—in fact, it was this very skill that earned you a place in Helix's espionage team.

A bat of the eyes and a demure smile could render your target powerless, reducing him to a blabbering idiot as he'd try to win your affections.

Even several fellow agents have expressed their commendations, often turning to you for aid on intel-gathering. You were efficient. You made no lapses or slip-ups. You always got your job done.

But tonight... and last night, and the night before last...

You were set for something utterly new.

Akande Ogundimu was a dangerous man. The moment you set eyes on his powerful figure, you became uncertain—hesitant.

Two nights ago, you'd managed to find yourself trapped inside his hotel suite. You'd spent the hours of darkness on your haunches in a closet. You were fortunate he hadn't found you while you were snooping around his rented abode.

And last night, you were so shaken from having a near brush with death, you couldn't muster the will to approach your target. You hadn't even held a conversation with him...

Doomfist, the man who supposedly ran the deadly Talon organization.

"Bonsoir, ma belle," A gentleman with a dashing smile appeared in front of you, briefly removing your attention from your target. He took your hand, and planted a lingering kiss on it.

Determined not to lose Ogundimu in the crowd, you offered a smile and drew your hand to your side. Then, you replied with the worst-accented speech you could emulate, "Je suis désolée, je ne parle pas Francaįs."

"Oh, do you speak English then?" The stranger was persistent. You caught wind of the desire in his gray eyes, especially as he leaned forward.

Shit. You'd lost Ogundimu in the sea of people. The darkened atmosphere of the nightclub made it more challenging to sweep for your target.

Masking your irritation, you tucked stray strands of your hair behind your ear and answered, "Yes." You hoped your curt reply would turn him off, but he didn't take the hint.

"May I buy you a drink?" He said, planting a hand on the bar top behind you—his hand very close to your waistline.

"I'm- -"

"Sorry for my tardiness," A striking deep voice commanded your attention. It was Ogundimu in the flesh, up close and personal as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to him. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting long, my sweet."

"Oh, I-I'm sorry to have bothered you," Your first suitor stammered before making himself scarce.

Your heart thundered in your chest when you felt his unyielding form against yours. There was no doubt that he could easily snap you like a twig.

"Thank you, sir," You expressed your gratitude calmly, despite the intense apprehension gnawing at you from the inside.

"It's no trouble," He gave you a genuine smile, and you realized he was actually quite handsome. "Are you without company tonight?"

"I'm enjoying my time off work," You lied, naturally. "Just a drink or two, then I'm headed home."

"Ah, in that case," He released you. "I'll leave you be. Have a good night, Miss."

He turned, and without much indecision, you touched his arm. "On second thought," You said softly. "Maybe I could use some company tonight."

You'd be stupid to give up an opportunity like this—maybe you'd gain enough of his trust to be involved in his plans. If you played your cards right.

"I'd be honored," he gave another smile, and this one seemed more charming than the last.

"Do you have a room? It's pretty loud in here." It was a legitimate complaint and a subtle seduction.

"Follow me," He had a gentle hold on your hand, his imposing size easily made way as he led you through the crowd.

"Would you like something to drink?" He asked when you arrived to his suite. He closed the door behind him and made his way to a tray of assorted beverages.

"I wouldn't mind a glass of wine, thank you."

His hospitality and mannerisms weren't surprising to you. He was practically a Nigerian prince, with his thriving company of prosthetic-technology.

As he prepared your drink for you, you studied his person and his immediate surroundings. You reasoned that pulling a gun on Ogundimu to interrogate him would be far from wise. He'd seen your face, and there was a good chance you'd need to kill him for you to escape safely. And killing him was not what your superiors wanted.

"Perhaps, in exchange for this drink, you might enlighten me and tell me your name." He held the glass up for you to take.

Akande watched as you raised the wine glass to your lips, and he found himself mesmerized by the allure in your movements.

"[Y/N]." You gave him your true first name and a generic family name—a standard of practice. Keeping the rim of the wine glass close to your chin, your cherry lips formed a dim smile. "And yours?"

"Akande," He said with an amicable smile. "Akande Ogundimu. Are you familiar with the Ogundimu name?"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid not." You took one last sip from the wine glass and set it down.

"Is that so?" He asked, his smile fading. With slow deliberation, he drew near to you. "Would you be opposed to knowing one another better?" His fingers sought the skin of your cheek, running along the curve of your jaw as he leaned down.

You felt his hot breath on your skin, lighting up your nerve-endings and eliciting goosebumps throughout your body. And before you knew it, you leaned closer into him—closer and closer, until your body pressed against his.

"Not at all," You whispered, anticipating Akande's full lips on yours as electricity crackled down your spine. "As long as you come know me in every sense of the word."

You'd done it. Invited death to your door.

His lips claimed yours, and the kiss was soft and enveloping. It left you reeling and lightheaded as you tasted forbidden fruit.

"Every sense of the word?" He breathed into your mouth, his hands trailing over your flanks, down to your waist, your hips in slow torturous movements that made you... very aware, and very receptive to his touch.

"Mm-hmm," You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, realizing your charming disposition started to take its toll on him.

Lust flared in the recesses of his heart as he pressed his fingers against your outer thighs.

He murmured, his lips tracing the contours of your jaw, down your neck. "You're breathtaking."

A sense of triumph, combined with your own blindsiding attraction for him, made you giddy. Everything was going at a breakneck pace, and it gave you a thrill you've not felt in months.

This was by far the most precarious situation you've experienced.

And it was... intoxicating.

Akande's leg nestled between your thighs as he lifted the hem of your cocktail dress. Even through the thin fabric of your underwear, you could feel how firm his flesh was against your slickening folds.

As if you weighed nothing, he lifted you by your waist and situated you on the elegant dining table. You soon realized he planned to fuck you on its polished surface.

His movements were poised as he hiked your dress further up, fluid as he wrapped your smooth legs around him.

"I want to devour you," He pulled away slightly, a feral look in his eyes as his fingers traced your inner thigh. "May I?"

Surprised to have permission asked of you, you looked at him with a sort of awe. The most dangerous criminal known to you was openly staring at your face with honest, genuine lust. And while you were fixated on his formed lips and strong chin, all you could imagine was how wet it'd be after you came against his mouth.

You swallowed the knot in your throat, nodding your assent.

"Lay back," He commanded, and you acquiesced—for the first time in a long while, you felt your judgment lapse, and you didn't care.

As he knelt on the floor, he removed your underwear completely off your body. You shivered, feeling cold air kiss the most intimate part of you as you laid yourself open for him.

And you shivered again when his calloused hands fell against the insides of your thighs, caressing softly—maddeningly, heightening your anticipation and making your heart flutter.

When he neared his face to you, close enough so that you could feel his hot breath, you let out a shuddering gasp. And the worst part was it was involuntarily.

"Sensitive, are we?" He chuckled, and you could almost feel the reverberation of his voice against your cunt. "And I've barely done anything to you." His fingertips crept closer to your center, tracing your vulva—smearing your secretions.

"You like to keep a girl waiting, do you?" You hoisted yourself up on one elbow, speaking to him as if he was your long-time lover. "That's not very nice."

Your voice was low, sultry in his ears.

"Forgive me," He smirked, finding himself growing more and more fond of you as he witnessed the fire in your eyes.

The moment Akande pressed his lips to your folds, you found yourself flat on your back. His tongue slid lasciviously against you, wiggling up, down, stroking with long, hungered laps.

"Oh, fuck," You gasped, closing your eyes shut as he began to slurp on your clit. His tongue made relentless sweeps against the hard nub, and each one lap wound you tighter and tighter. It was incredibly hot, how positively ravenous Akande sounded as he ate you out.

Goaded by your rousing mewls, he pressed two thick fingers into your soaked cunt and the touch robbed you of your breath. Your hands clenched into fists and your toes curled as he wiggled his digits further up. And, all the while, his tongue never relented.

When Akande curled his fingers, he curled them right. His fingertips pressed against the delicious spot inside of you, applying firm, steady pressure as jolts of intoxicating pleasure made your head swim.

"Yes, Akande, oh-- you're so good to me," You could hardly speak in between the hot, painful moans, yet the words spilled out of your mouth unbidden.

Never letting up, he began to pump his fingers inside you, upwards and quick. And what finally sent you over the edge was his pleased groan against your womanhood, sending vibrations into your sizzling flesh while he devoured you as promised.

You came hard against his face, your arousal gushing around his fingers, drenching his tongue, his lips, his chin. Your whole body bucked and flexed with rapt pleasure.

"I've never been more turned on my entire life," He praised, taken by you after he'd witnessed your undulating form. He stood, and you could see as his hand clutched, stroked him hardened length over the fabric of his dress-pants.

When the convulsions racking your form died down, you sat up and pulled him closer to you. Wordless and efficient, you unfastened his pants.

You wrapped your hands around the hard shaft that sprang free. It was scorching against your skin, felt impossibly large in your grasp. Clear, excited fluid beaded the small opening at the head of his erection—upon its sight, the fierce involuntary clenching in your cunt forced you to inhale sharply.

Seeing the utter lust in your expression, Akande felt his breath stolen. He set one hand on your hip, with the other, he brought up to the side of your neck—close to your jawline. Then, he leaned in and kissed you. Passionately. Fervidly.

And when he broke away, he looked in your eyes, "Work for me."

Almost instantly, you let go of his manhood. "Work for you?" You gave a soft chuckle. "I already have a job, Mr. Ogundimu."

"Leave Helix. Become my espionage specialist." His eyes were devoid of humor. "Your salary will be tripled."

Your breathing became even as your senses sharpened, as you came out of your orgasmic haze. "You knew all along?"

"I knew you were in my suite two nights ago," He answered. "I promise you won't be harmed. I shan't lay a finger on you unless you ask me to. Work for me, be by my side."

"I'm loyal to my employer." In light of your recent exchange, you'd expect your arousal for him to completely diminish. But despite knowing what you now knew, you still desired him. You desired him even more.

"So a truce, then. It's of no consequence if you refuse my offer, but let us give into our appetites and indulge ourselves tonight."

"Fine," You agreed without much apprehension. We've already gone this far, might as well see it to the end.

Your hands traveled up his torso, lifting his shirt, tracing the outlines of his muscled abdomen. The carnality you had for Akande Ogundimu multiplied. Justice be damned.

Without hesitation, you pulled him in for a kiss. You felt his enticing lips against your own, tasted your arousal on their contours. Nothing restraining you, your fingers danced along his shaft, tracing the distended veins, basking in its urgent heat.

"Fuck me," You beckoned him, challenged him.

Akande's eyes widened for a time and it dawned on him that he'd met his match. "Yes, my queen." His hand slid to the underside of your thigh, lifting gently to expose you to him.

His fat cock nestled up against your soaked cunt, and the heat it gave off was nearly enough to commit you.

Akande hoisted your legs up, hooking his fingers beneath your knees as he gently spread you more. And while he rocked your hips back, he thrust forward, plunging that thick cock slowly, maddeningly into you.

And as it advanced, its tip ground against the nerve in your passage, the sensitive patch of flesh that sent heavenly jolts crackling up your spine and throughout your limbs.

You latched onto the back of his neck, and Akande lifted you easily in his arms when his length was entirely inside you, encased in your warmth, drenched in your arousal.

He fucked you, gently, at a slow first pace as you grew accustomed to his size. The sensation both painful and pleasurable, each deliberate thrust forced a hiss out of you, and you shuddered with each withdrawal.

The speed of his thrusts picked up when he noticed a change in your breathing—your gasps became soft moans as he worked you to your next climax.

Your bodies grew damp with sweat and your liquid arousal combined. The muscles inside you clenched and you felt incredible, slow-building pressure within. And when it threatened to burst, you threw your head back and groaned. You throbbed around him as you came, and he held you close, pinning you to his cock—burying it to the hilt.

Not quite yet finished with you, Akande set you on the table's surface, laying you on your back. He forced your legs up as your orgasm ran its course, your knees up to your breasts—your heels above your head.

He lunged forward into you as hard blasts of air came through his lips. He groaned, harsh and deep, as your still throbbing cunt milked the first shot of cum out of that beautiful, addictive cock.

Akande twitched, pulsing within you, his thrusts slowing. You felt every pulse of his pleasure through his flexing member inside you, tensing—bucking with each spurt of semen he ejaculated.

After he withdrew, he leaned against the table, looming over you, panting as he worked hard to regain himself.

When you've caught your breath, after the high abated, you looked up at him. "I think I'll ask for a new assignment."

"What do you mean?" He inquired, helping you to slowly sit up.

"I'm not going to keep tabs on you anymore—because this would just happen all over again."

As you sat on the table's edge, Akande gently brought your legs around him. He cupped your chin and kissed you deeply. Earnestly. And when he pulled back, he flashed you the same charming smile you saw earlier in the night. "Would that be such a bad thing?"

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A/N: Sorry this was really raunchy. And sorry for typos. Thanks for reading and voting, guys. I can't believe how incredible the support has been. I'm honored. You all have made it a joy to write.

Love,
Mei

P.S. Hanzo is next.