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buccini555 · 3 months
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𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧
≡ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚... They called you (their wife) several times but you didn't answer because your cell phone just ran out of battery, but this ended up worrying them
⌕ x r e a d e r !
★ 𝑭𝒕. Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Rindou Haitani and Kakucho Hitto
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𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨
Manjiro called you frequently when he wasn't idle to make sure you were okay even though he was so far away from you, at that moment, he had been trying to call you for some time, when he realized that your cell phone was out of range, he began to become extremely worried.
"Honey? Answer, now, dammit!" He would say dialing your number countless times, with each missed call he became more distressed, pacing from one side to the other, all he could think was that something bad had happened to you, Manjiro began to tremble, as if his heart was being crushed, even so, he continued to call you insistently, leaving several messages and sending several messages.
"Babe? Where the fuck were you? Shit, I was worried about you." As soon as you managed to charge your phone's battery, you returned Manjiro's calls, who answered immediately.
"Sorry, my phone died." You said, noticing the distress in Manjiro's trembling voice and the anxiety in his intonation.
"Start paying more attention to your damn phone battery... I'm glad you're okay." He felt calmer knowing that his concern was unnecessary, so he soon ended up hanging up the phone call.
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𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨
Haruchiyo cares extremely about his wife's well-being, so whenever he's not around to keep her safe, Sanzu takes advantage of any free time to make a few calls to see if everything was okay or if you were really in need of something.
As usual, he called you, noticing the delay in a response, the taller started to get a little impatient and uncomfortable, realizing that this was an unusual situation, concern took over him.
"Shit, shit! Something happened... I'm sure it happened." Sanzu said in a loud thought as he sent you thousands of messages, still calling you instantly and realizing that your cell phone was out of range, his desperation only increased every minute as if he was about to have an anxiety or panick attack.
"Honey? Honey where were you? I was worried, did something happen?" As soon as you could answer, Haruchiyo didn't even allow you to explain yourself, already filling you with questions.
"I'm sorry, Haru, my cell phone ran out of battery." You spoke, relieving his anxiety at that moment.
"Holy shit, I thought you were kidnapped." Haruchiyo laughed nervously and reassured himself that you were okay.
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𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
No matter how busy and busy Rindou was, he always found a way to call you to see if you were okay even with his absence because he was far away, Rindou remained even more worried in case something happened to his wife.
"Hey love?" Rindou said, but before you could even respond, your cell phone's battery died, as soon as the call dropped without the older even hearing your voice, a huge worry took over your chest.
"Fuck!?" He sent you countless messages and tried to call you back countless times, however, he realized that your cell phone was out of range, probably turned off, this fact made him feel even more distressed by your sudden absence.
"Rin? Sorry, my phone died." When your cell phone called again, you could finally talk to Rindou, seeing so many missed calls, you couldn't even imagine how worried he was.
"It's okay, princess. The important thing is that you're okay." He breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he heard his voice, Rindou spent a few minutes questioning if you were really okay as he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
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𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨
When he had to be away from you for some reason, Kakucho was completely concerned about being away in case something happened to you or that you needed him by your side, even if he was busy to the bone, Kakucho always found a way to get away from you a time to at least give you a call to make sure his wife was safe and well.
"Love?" He questioned himself as to why his cell phone was turned off and out of range, as unusual as it was for you not to answer his calls, at first, Kakucho tried to simply remain calm, but with each missed call his concern only increased, making him call you countless times and send countless messages, Kakucho began to think about what bad could have happened to you, making his heart beat increasingly faster due to anxiety.
"I'm sorry! My phone was out of battery, Kaku." When I finally managed to talk to him, he noticed how desperate he was, Kakucho honestly worried a lot, but all of this was a reflection of his love for you.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry for calling you so many times, I'm worried, I love you." Kakucho replied, still frantic but with his heart relieved to know that nothing bad had happened to you as he had compulsively imagined.
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solannn · 1 month
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🕊 ; Bonten x male!reader , (mainly Mikey) , fem dni , fujoshi/fetishizer dni , no smut.
🌷 ; warnings :idk, reader is stripper / pole dancer
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𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘,,
For Mikey's birthday, the Bontens went to a private bar. He's not really interested in this bar, he already had one, but the Bonten members insisted. After they insisted, the short, white-haired adult agreed.
His birthday was not important to him, he had other responsibilities but for others it was important.
He sat in the passenger side of the car, still with that neutral, bored face. It took about ten minutes to get to this bar.
The bar was called Lupin’s with a logo of a woman in a bunny outfit.
They entered the bar, there were already dancers waiting in front of their pole dance. Mikey felt like the wait was going on for hours and hours until he heard the sound of heels. This person took the microphone and started speaking “Sorry for the long wait ladies and gentlemen. I hope you enjoy yourself here..” stated this voice.
You couldn't really tell if they were a girl or boy, it was dark, before the light came on by itself. “Let the show begin..” he adds and goes in turn to pole dance. It was easy to differentiate, instead of ears, white rabbit tails, they were black, his bunny outfit was white instead of black.
When Mikey saw the young man, he couldn't stop but stare at him, as if he had a leash around his neck. The shape of his body, his eyes that hypnotized his were perfect in his eyes.
Sanzu, the number one of Bonten noticed the change in the face of his Boss, Mikey. He wondered who could have been this person who dared to stole the attention of his dear Boss.
He looked in the direction where Manjiro was looking and came under the gaze of a dancer and stared at him too, the dancer winked at him and smiled as he continued his dance. Sanzu grinned maniacally and blushed a little. Suddenly he put an elbow on his shoulder and began to get irritated and glared at him. It was Ran, who had a smile while raising his eyebrow "woah, it looks like we're looking at a dancer" he said teasingly, the pink haired man rolled his eyes.
“I want him, I want him as my personal stripper.” Mikey said without a moment's hesitation. Ran raised his eyebrows surprised that he wanted a guy, until he saw him and whistles.
"Your wishes are my commands,Boss" Sanzu spoke.
A/N ; thanks for the 100 followers,i know nobody request for this. I just felt silly about them !! I’m not dead I swear ^_^
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inkykeiji · 5 months
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characters: haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, consensual somnophilia, rough sex, implied poly relationship, minimal prep, lots of cum words: 1.4k
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the haitani brothers have fallen into a bit of a habit as of late. a nasty habit, a naughty habit, and, to them, a natural habit. 
or so they’ve told you. 
it’s become a part of their morning and nightly routines, the perfect way to start and end their days—by fucking you awake, and fucking you to sleep. 
they’ve got a sort of system going now, working in perfect sync just like they always do, falling into step with one another efficiently, effortlessly. 
as to be expected. 
despite his aversion to waking up, ran has taken the morning shift. he’s careful with it, cautious with it, rousing you slow and soft and sweet as he sinks his cock into you, breathing out an airy little sigh against the nape of your neck as he watches your cunt stretch and strain around his girth, as he finally bottoms out, cockhead pressed snug to your cervix and hips pressed flush to your ass, balls nudging you gently. 
his favourite part will always be the way your face scrunches oh-so-cutely, features warped in pain—brow crinkled and nose crumpled—the moment he grinds himself into the sensitive mound of tissue, lazy and languid yet somehow still powerful and purposeful. his hips move in precise little gyrations, rubbing quick circles into your cervix until those stringy whines are oozing from your lips and soaking into your pillow, cheek still half-buried in the flesh.
those precious little sounds evolve into pitchy mewls and high moans, stammered by each hitch of your breath with each rub of his cock, climbing in volume and frequency as a dense pressure collects in the pit of your stomach, steadily pulling you further and further into consciousness.
ran presses his forehead to the crown of your head, rests it there and lets his eyes slip shut as he works into you, works to wake you up, gradual and gentle with shallow little thrusts, just enough to have the head of his cock dragging and rolling over that swollen spot buried deep within you—that spot he knows so well, that spot he relentlessly abuses with each and every sunrise, that spot that has you trembling and clenching and crying out his name as your cunt gushes slick all over him—so much, too much, and god, baby, you always make such a mess—sticky and slippery as it streams down his shaft and coats his thighs. 
and it’s only after this, after he’s sure your orgasm has smashed through your unconsciousness and left you wide awake with pleasant mush for brains, that he will really fuck you just the way he likes to; swift, smooth strokes of his cock as his hips jackhammer that sometimes have you convulsing on him for a second time as he spills himself into you, a gasp of your name beautiful and breathless on his tongue.
it’s rare that ran will actually get up with you, usually falling back asleep a mere moment or two after he’s filled you with his cum, but him being awake was never the goal. as long as it has you rolling out of bed on wobbly legs and with dollops of ivory rolling down your inner thighs, he has succeeded.  
resultantly, rindou has taken the night shift, though he doesn’t always come directly to bed even after he’s got your cream slathered all over his cock and your cunt stuffed full of his cum.  
rindou isn’t really sure why his brother bothers with dressing you in such pretty little silk slips and lacy babydolls every evening, especially when he knows rindou’s just going to ruin them, stain them with cum or tear through them with overeager, too-strong fingers, but he lets ran have his fun with you anyway, waiting patiently as ran plays dolly. 
but once you’re finally ready, teeth brushed and face washed and body outfitted in the cutest nightie money can buy (sans panties, of course), ran hands you off to his baby brother, often paired with an insouciant remark about being a little gentler this time—advice rindou never heeds, advice rindou accepts with equal apathy. 
because as much as ran spews out those nonchalant reprimands and requests, they both love seeing you covered in rindou—all four of his fingers and his thumb, collaring your neck or cuffing your wrist or painted across your ass; all thirty-two of his teeth, engraved into your inner thighs or stamped right over your heart, deep and dark and congealed with blood. 
besides, rindou argues, he has to be rough with you, has to fuck you hard and fast and so fucking ruthless—how else is he supposed to tire you out and get you to sleep? 
he has to give you an orgasm so absolutely earth shattering that you need to pass out, to slip into full unconsciousness, to piece your world back together. he has to fuck you until your muscles are heavy and your bones have liquified under the immense pleasure, body turned to pliable putty so he can twist and curl and knot you into whatever position he pleases. 
he has to fuck you until your words are nothing more that spit-soaked whines smeared across the sheets, until your lids are weighted with exhaustion and your lashes are bloated with tears, unable to stay open as your irises roll and reveal white, until your fingers go slack, cotton no longer tangled around your knuckles, grip loose and weak.  
and then he has to fuck you some more, just for good measure, of course, sculpted muscles in his thighs flexing beneath smooth skin as his hips pound and plunge with such force the entire bedframe shudders, jostling your whole body up the mattress, your arms shaking as they try to keep you steady and still while pushing back against his snapping thrusts, his abs rippling with each thrust, his chest swelling with ragged breaths and hoarse groans.
it’s when your tongue is sloppy and your words are messy and melty and mangled together in a single matted stream that rindou knows you’re close—to cumming and to passing out—brain gone so adorably stupid with lust, only capable of stitching together a weeped out patchwork of rin-rin-rin; yes-yes-yes. 
the head of his cock is assaulting that spot in perfect rhythm with your cute little chants, that spot that feels so good, rin, s’good, that spot he and his brother continually stain their names into in ivory and cream. 
you’re teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when your orgasm hits with all the intensity of a freight train, sending you tumbling over that cliff with a cracked gasp of his name, body gone rigid for a moment as pleasure seizes your form, little sparks of electricity zipping through your veins, blood left bubbling in their wake.
then you’re mollifying, sinking into the bed as his desire melts you to nothing, malleable in his palms as he molds you into whatever he needs.
a calm, deep slumber has already enveloped you by the time his cock is pulsing, pumping you full of thick cum—so much cum, too much cum, always, seeping out from around his shaft to roll down your ass and his thighs in fat beads of pearl, streaking your skin with shimmering streams of translucence. 
it’s so pretty, he’s breathing as he watches it with voracious pupils outlined in a thin ring of violet. you’re so pretty when you’re coated in him; his seed, his tongue, his touch, his teeth, stained across the canvas of your body.  
and even though he knows you won’t remember it by the time the sun is rising and his brother is fucking his cock into you, rindou takes his time to clean you up—to wash your skin and smooth down your pretty nightgown and swathe you in fluffy comforters, petting sweaty hair back from your forehead and temples, sealing his actions with chaste kisses. 
they’re not much, but he hopes they make up for some of the pain and soreness he’s stained into your body tonight—a soft, tender, silent thank you.  
he isn’t as good at it all as ran is, isn’t as thorough and meticulous and careful, but he does it nonetheless, because he enjoys it, because you deserve it, because he likes to take a moment or two just to admire you, on his own, alone, in the dead of the night. 
an angel. his angel. their angel. pretty and precious and perfect in every way.
they couldn’t ask for anything better. 
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rubyrins · 3 months
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𖤐 I can’t move on - Bonten and tenjiku
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𖤐 you broked up with them and a week later they come to you
𖤐this was originally supposed to be for ran 😍 but why not make another separate one but text
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And yes izana will never admit he can’t move on…couldn’t write this properly since my right arm hurtsss so bad
Lovelotss—
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mochiswifey · 5 months
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FOUND THIS ON TIKTOK ONE
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stargirlstabber · 1 month
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being bontens prized possession means sitting in their lap during in a meeting while the remote to the vibrator in your cunt gets passed around. better try to be quiet if you don't want to be punished.
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eetherealgoddess · 2 months
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Hihi
Could you do a fic where reader is like a driver 4 bonten and something comes up so she has to like pick (u cld do all or chose one it doesn't matter) them up then some smut, noncon and fem reader.
Thx in advance if you'll write this, I've been searching for a writer that does noncon🥲
Hope you enjoy this! Also hope you don’t mind about a little mxm between the men in it! Also dark ending!!
Also I’m thinking of making an au where the guys are poly with each other and the reader is added to it or walks in on it or something idk yet but lmk in the comments or requests what you think about that.
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ꨄBonten’s Propertyꨄ
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Part Two
Oneshot - Yandere Bonten Au
❦You pick up your boss and fellow executives from the club❦
Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader
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Not fully proofread
MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!
I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.
Notice:
✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.
✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.
✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.
✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.
✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable
✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.
Enjoy!
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Bonten’s Property
“Why do I have to pick them up from the club?” You whine, giving Kokonoi a disturbed look as you stare at his sitting figure, focusing on the laptop in front of him.
“You were specifically requested tonight.” He continues to type as you roll your eyes.
“Yeah, but not by our boss. All the guys are gonna do is terrorize me while I’m trying to drive.” You cross your arms as you rest on one leg, hip poking out as you shake your head.
“Boss is with them currently so I assume he relayed the message.” You groan. “You better get going so you don’t anger him.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know Koko.” You finally walk away, snatching the keys as you make your way out of the shared penthouse, heading to the car and unlocking the door before hopping in.
You’re not usually one to pick up the men from the club considering how wild they get, usually only Kakucho or Takeomi could handle the ride, though when you do, you’re usually efficient. Even when Sanzu messes with the wheel or Kazutora tickles your neck to distract you. Even when Ran blows smoke in your face or when Rin pours alcohol on you. Mikey’s not with them usually, so you have no idea how that’s going to be, hopefully he stays a little professional considering you’ve never seen him drunk or high.
Worse comes to worse you can use the partition to divide the front seats from the back which is what you’ve done before. Still, who wants to drive a bunch of drunk or high idiots around? Hopefully they’re not too rowdy, they’ve never been bad enough to prevent you from driving all of you home at a good time. You sigh as you pull up in front of the large club, nodding at the security guard to signal your arrival for Bonten. He nods back before walking into the doors.
You scroll on your phone, waiting for what felt like an hour before you heard the car’s doors opening. Laughter and slurred speech could be heard as the men entered the car, your body tensing into professionalism when you see your boss through the rearview mirror enter, tightening your grip on the wheel. Sanzu sits in the passenger seat with a pink face, eyeing you before smirking. You ignore him as you double check that everyone is situated before driving off.
You ignore their conversations, Kazutora, Sanzu, and the Haitani brothers conversing about the women, drugs, and alcohol all the while Mikey eyes the window a dazed look on his expression as well as a warm face. One of your eyebrows raise as you find humor in your boss's look, unknown to whether he was high or drunk though definitely not sober. You continue the drive peacefully in your own zone as you eye the dark road.
“Y/n, why didn’t you come to party?” Kazutora questions with a smile.
“I don’t ‘party’ like you guys.”
“I think we should’ve hired you as a stripper rather than an executive.” Ran says, his eyes slightly narrowing as he smirks in your direction.
“Yeah, I would’ve paid to see you on stage any day.” Rin adds as he eyes your expression from the side.
Of course, you made a mistake in thinking that they might not fuck with you during this ride considering their boss is here. You ignore their remarks as you continue to drive. Your grip clenches around the wheel once more when you feel a poke against your side.
“Heyy! You’re being spoken to.” Sanzu says as he glares at you.
“Yeah don’t ignore us!” Kazutora whines playfully, poking you until you flinch, using one of your hands to swatt him away. You grit your teeth as you feel a cold liquid running down your thigh, glancing over to see Rin pouring his bottle once more as he chuckles and Ran smiles wider, finding humor in torturing you.
“Goddamnit!” You hiss as you snatch the open bottle and throw it out of the window.
“Awe you’re no fun.” Rin frowns, leaning back into his seat with crossed arms. Ran passes the recently lit blunt you hadn’t even noticed to Sanzu who breathed in a huge wad of smoke just to blow it in your face, slightly blocking your vision as you wave it away.
You continue to ignore them considering what they want is a response, so you drive down the road. You don’t notice the way your boss eyes the situation with amusement as well as staring at you through the mirror, warmth from the drug Sanzu gave him invading all of his senses as his face turns darker, heavy eyes shifting around the car.
“Want some, boss?” Kazutora questions Mikey, handing him the blunt as he takes it from him, breathing in a huge hit before blowing it out slowly. They all praise their boss as he relaxes in his seat. You slightly chuckle before focusing your attention back on the road. You just couldn’t help but find humor in your boss’s laid back behavior for once.
“Here.” He leans over to hand it to you, though you only glance at the flower.
“Oh boss, you can keep it, I don’t smoke.” Honestly, you’re lying because you like smoking. You just don’t want to be high around them or behind the wheel.
“Take it.”
“I can’t smoke behind the wheel.” You say sheepishly.
“Pull over.” Your eyes widen. What the hell?
“B-boss, that’s not necessary.”
“Are you defying the King?” Sanzu growls, narrowing his eyes.
“What? N-no, I just…”
“Then why aren’t you listening?” Kazutora questions.
“Boss clearly gave you an order.” Rin says as his brother eyes you.
All of this over a fucking blunt? What's gotten into them?
“Boss, I’m not disrespecting you, I just thought you wanted to get home! I can smoke in the penthouse if anything.”
“Pull over, now.” You didn’t hesitate to find an empty spot to pull over in, parking the car once you reached it with a shaky hand.
This is so weird.
You take the blunt from Mikey’s hand and put it to your lips, inhaling a little before blowing out.
“More.” You look at your boss from the rearview mirror with confusion.
“I still have to drive, I don’t think I should smoke…”
The barrel of a gun to your head causes you to quiet down, eyeing Sanzu who’s holding the weapon.
“What was that?” Ran teases. “Could you repeat what you just said?”
You glare at them before setting it back to your lips, inhaling deeply before you blow out a huge cloud of smoke, tears forming in your eyes as the burning sensation overtakes your throat.
I don’t understand why they’re making such a big deal out of this.
“Since you can’t drive you should sit in the back seat.” Kazutora says with a fake concerned expression.
“I was ordered to be the driver so I’ll be okay. None of you can drive, anyway.”
“No, it’s alright. Come here.” Following your boss’s order, you reluctantly open the door, hopping out of the driver's seat before opening the back door, blunt still in hand.
You couldn’t help but feel embarrassment as you climb in, feeling the intense gazes as you settle into your seat squished in between Mikey and Kazutora who don’t bother to move over, the Haitani brothers having already shifted to the empty seats across from you as well as Sanzu who sits beside the siblings, gun hidden. You squirm awkwardly into your seat as you inhale the leaf once more. Holding the smoke in as a hand on your chin forces you to turn to your right.
“Blow into my mouth.” You try to move your head from Kazutora’s hand, the burning sensation catching up to you, forcing you to blow in his direction, his mouth slightly open as he sucks in the air, his lips barely grazing yours.
This is definitely too intimate. What drugs did they take because marijuana doesn’t do this.
The air feels suffocating as warmth builds, gazes becoming heated as your eyebrows furrow. Suddenly, the hand on your chin moves to the back of your head as your lips are forced to meet with Kazutora’s. Your eyes widen as your hands immediately push against his chest, his hold stronger as he keeps you in place, golden eyes staring into your orbs. Biting his lip only caused a moan from him as he leaned into you, the metallic taste mixing in with mary jane and alcohol.
When he finally releases you, because you were still shoving away from him, you accidentally land on your boss’s chest. Immediate fear causes you to sit up, though you were stopped by arms wrapping around your waist, your head resting against his shoulder, positioned in between the leg that's propped on the seat and the other one on the ground as he leans against the door. Kazutora grabs the blunt from you as he takes a hit from it.
“B-boss?” You question as his hands slowly roam up your blouse, your face heated as the warmth of his hands rests on your breasts that are covered by your bra. “W-wait! Mi- boss! Stop!”
“Are you telling me what to do?” His breath causes tingles down your neck as his lips meet your ear.
“Two times in a row, not a good look for you, Y/n.” Ran says, ignoring his erection under his pants.
“Wait, I just need some air or something! I need to be okay to drive!” Your chest rises and falls as Mikey squeezes your breasts, your hands grabbing his wrists to pull them off though his strength is firm, even when intoxicated.
“You’re not being a very good executive, Y/n. So disobedient.” Rin taunts before he grabs one of your ankles, removing your shoe as well as Kazutora doing the same with your other after handing Ran the wood. You attempt to pull your legs back, forgetting how you are the weakest amongst these men. Sanzu moves to the floor board next to the upper half of your body as Ran moves to the lower, unbuckling your pants as you struggle against Mikey’s hold, blunt in his lips.
“Y-yeah I’m telling all of you to stop! This isn’t profession-!” You’re cut off by Sanzu’s lips, his hand cupping your face as Mikey’s tongue slithers against your ear. Saliva falls down your chin as your hand reaches to push against Sanzu’s chest while the Haitani brothers and Kazutora pull down your pants, revealing your panties. Your eyes become wider as you start kicking your legs, whimpering against Sanzu’s mouth as you try to break free only for Kazutora and Rin to hold your legs apart as Ran uses a finger to trail down your slit through the fabric before he hands the leaf to his brother.
One of Sanzu’s hands pulls your blouse over your chest before he moves back to pull it off, Mikey helping in the process as he holds your arms still.
“Guys! You’re too intoxicated! St-stop, now!”
Rin’s lips trail down your leg, rubbing your thigh in the process while the blunt lies in between his index and middle finger. Kazutora mimics, though removing your sock before he licks your foot, a tingling sensation going up your spine.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Mikey whispers against your ear, unclipping your bra before he forces it off of you, of course you make it harder by preventing the handles from being removed from your arms. He tears them, throwing your bra to the side as one of his arms circle around your waist while the other hand reaches your nipple. Sanzu grabs the other mound in his hand before he lowers his head, eyeing you through heavy lids, his lips circling around your nub as you frantically try to move.
Ran lowers his head as he uses a finger to move your panties to the side.
“As pretty as I’d thought it’d be.” He says before he uses both hands to pull them down, Rin grabs them as he throws them to the side before handing Sanzu the blunt. Ran analyzes your pussy with a sly smile, using a finger to gather the slight slick that’s formed before sucking his finger and releasing a quiet moan.
“Stop touching me!” You exclaim, everything becoming overwhelming as your boss and coworkers roam your body, Sanzu pulling your nipple as he takes another hit.
“Relax.” He says before placing it against your lips. You move your head away before he roughly grabs your chin and forces you to face him.
“Smoke it.” He demands. You blatantly shake your head.
“No! No more of that or any of this!” You hiss as you move up once more, only for you to let out a high pitched scream of pain once Sanzu places the burning wood against your arm. Tears fall from the pain as your face becomes hot. Your other hand grips the arm that was just burnt. You shakily wipe away the residue ash left on your skin.
“Say that again.” He says before placing the blunt against your mouth. You inhale before holding it in and blowing out once more. He wipes the sweat off your forehead as he keeps it against your mouth, you having to inhale more before breathing the smoke out again, mellowing out although your heart continues to race.
Your body jolts as you feel a wet muscle slithering against your clit. Ran’s tongue flicks your nub before his lips close around, sucking as he slightly bobs his head. Kazutora sucks his fingers before sliding his hand down, bending over as he uses two fingers to ease into your wet pussy. Your hole clenches around his fingers as your hips twitch, biting your lip as you hold back from releasing any sound as your eyes shut tightly.
Suddenly, hands grab your hips as you're pushed up, legs hovering over your head as your body is bent. The wetness moves to your ass as his tongue glides against your anus.
“Hah! Not there! Stop it, please!” Tears fall in humiliation as he eats you out, Rin positioning himself to eat your pussy as Kazutora angles his fingers, gliding in and out slowly as he holds pressure to your g-spot before pulling out again, watching your pussy contract intensely. A tongue runs along your clit repeatedly flicking the nub before he sucks it. Sanzu and Mikey hold up your legs as they kiss and lick your neck before leaving hickeys and pinching the skin between their teeth, Mikey handing Sanzu the roach before he throws it out of the cracked window, returning his hand to your nipple.
As Kazutora accelerates his fingers, your hips slightly meet his hand as the brothers eat you out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with your mouth slightly ajar, head falling back on Mikey’s shoulder.
“Ran.”
“Yes boss?”
“Pull out my cock.” He complies, pulling Mikey’s sweats down as well as his underwear, revealing his hard girth. You tense once you feel his head against your ass.
“W-wait, Mikey there’s no lube. Please don’t!”
“My King, I can help.” He says with a dazed look.
Mikey eyes him for a second before he nods his head, Sanzu and Ran switching placements as Ran settles next to her upper body and Sanzu moves to Mikey’s throbbing cock. A groan leaves Mikey’s lips, brushing against your ear as Sanzu lowers his head, lips circling around Mikey’s tip before shoving his cock deep within his throat.
You feel your boss’s hips jerk as his head falls back against the car’s window. Another moan leaves his mouth as you hear the mixture of saliva and precum combining as Sanzu pulls his head back and forth steadily, making sure to wet his king’s cock to the fullest.
“Knew he’d be eager to suck Mikey’s cock.” Rin whispers against your pussy as Kazutora and Ran chuckle at his statement. Sanzu pulls his head back and uses his hand to angle Mikey’s cock against your anus. Your body is forced to drop on his thick cock, tears escaping as the pain shoots up your back.
“Fuck!” You cry out, “Take it out! Take it out, you fucking assholes!” Kazutora removes his fingers as Rin pulls back, sitting in their seats as they pull out their own hard cocks, using spit to rub themselves off. Once Mikey’s cock was stuffed all the way into your ass, he held it there as he basked in your warmth. Sanzu hovers over you as he uses his own spit to wet himself. You jolt when his head meets your pussy lips.
Your hands grip Sanzu’s shoulders as he eases into your pussy, fortunately the juice that was already there makes it less painful, though your hole clenched around his girth as you're full from both sides.
“Relax your muscles.” Ran whispers in your ear as his own hand wraps around his cock, while the other caresses your head.
“I can’t! It hurts!” You exclaim as your eyes shut tightly. Your head falls back once more, Ran leaving a kiss along your jaw.
“Yes you can. Just breathe.” You had no choice but to comply as you tried to get through the pain, breathing heavily as Sanzu and Mikey began to move slowly. A drawn out moan escapes Sanzu as the pressure from Mikey’s cock could be felt through your walls, causing extra friction.
Time passed and their hips began to accelerate, the car filling with five men’s moans as all of them thrust their hips, pulsating cocks engulfed in warmth. Sanzu’s cock, angled to hit your g-spot, causes an intense pleasure that contrasts with the lingering pain from Mikey’s cock stretching your ass. The agony numbing out as you begin to fill a pleasurable fullness as your body rocks up and down, nails piercing through Sanzu’s fabric. You grunt as your ass clenches around Mikey’s cock, barely holding back a moan as the friction causes you to near your orgasm.
“Tell me how good it feels.” Mikey hissed against your ear, hand reaching around your throat as he slams his hips against your ass, speeding up.
“It doesn’t!” You cry out. “I-it feels terrible! Get out of me!” A loud moan accidentally leaves your mouth when Sanzu’s pace becomes faster, ambushing your g-spot repeatedly. A sharp pinch against your nipple causes you to yelp.
“Lie again.” Mikey growls, “Tell me the truth or I’ll blow your brains out as soon as I cum.”
“Fuck, this is so hot.” Kazutora hissed as his head falls back, rubbing his cock violently as his erection pulsates in his grip. Rin bites his own lip as he thrusts his hand, rubbing a thumb over his slit as he watches the display.
“Come on, angel. Be good for us, yeah?” Ran breathlessly says as he brings himself closer, hand gripping your head as he ruts against his other hand.
Your body convulses, warmth overcoming your abdomen as your hips grind hard against the two cocks, head back as your mouth hangs open with a silent scream.
“F-fuck! I’m… ah! Cumming!”
“Shit!” Rin hissed as his hand moves faster, your voice turning all of them on as they continue to work for their own orgasm.
You cry out from Mikey and Sanzu continuing their assault, thrusts becoming sloppier as they cause you to overstimulate, your hips frantically grinding back as the feeling becomes all too overwhelming, nose scrunching as your nails scratch Sanzu.
“Say it now! Tell us how good it feels to be full of our cocks! Right now, Y/n!” Sanzu growls, pink hue covering his face as he gazes into your eyes with a lustful, crazed glare.
“Feels good! S’ fucking good, hah! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum again!”
In reality, post nut clarity will definitely come soon considering how violated you truly feel, though the feeling of being so full and your g-spot being abused causes your body to react, pussy contracting as you’re brought to your second orgasm, the men following along right after as they all release their loads.
You feel Sanzu and Mikey’s cum shoot deeply inside of you, so much coming out as some of the liquid spills out of your ass and pussy.
“Y-you all violated me.” You growl in anger as tears spill from your eyes, cocks pulling out of you causing you to grunt from the residue pain.
“You liked it.” Kazutora frowns as your vision becomes blurry.
“You should rest. Sounds like the weed is getting to your head.” Rin snorts.
Before you could prevent it, your eyes fluttered shut, darkness engulfing you into a deep sleep.
The next day, the men sat in the meeting room, awaiting your arrival. When you didn’t show up, Kakucho went to check your room, only to find you balled up in the blankets on your bed, hiding your whole body.
“Y/n?”
When you didn’t answer, he walked out of the room back towards the meeting to relay the message. The meeting continued without you. When it was over, Kazutora visited your room.
“Y/n? Why are you acting like this?” He says as he sits on the bed next to your figure. His eyebrow raises when his hand reaches your form, squeezing it before he stands up and snatches the blankets back, revealing an empty space.
“Shit!” He hissed in anger.
Two years pass and you just got out of your therapy appointment, walking to your car before you hopped in and drove to your apartment. You knew that the only way you could leave Bonten was by death or running away. So you decided to make a new life for yourself in a different country, far away from Japan.
You knew the job was toxic anyway but you didn’t know that you’d be violated sexually. You’re in a better head space, though you do have moments where you can feel the hands all over you, not scrubbing your body hard enough as your skin raws. Your new boyfriend, along with your friends and therapist have helped you grow positively as you slowly let your past go.
Entering your apartment, you expect to see your boyfriend in the living room on video games, not his limbs detached from his torso, or head decapitated as it’s rolled in between someone’s feet. Nor did you expect to see blood all over your carpet as well as the frames and paintings broken, thrown off the walls, glass shards everywhere. Your trembling hand covers your mouth as you eye the five men you never wanted to see again, staring at you with cold stoic expressions, worse than any angry look you could’ve ever received.
Hyperventilating, you turn on your heel to run back out your front door, only to run into Takeomi’s chest.
“No, no, no! Let me out, Takeomi! You don’t know what they did to me!” Your fists hit his back as he swings you over his shoulder.
“Oh I know. Now they’re pussy whipped and can’t get over you. Not even boss. You’re lucky you’re not gonna be killed, but there’s no way we’re letting you out of our sight again. Consider yourself, Bonten’s property.” He says as he walks to the car.
You continue struggling in his grip as tears leave from your eyes, crying out in anger and devastation over your boyfriend’s gruesome death. The life you created for yourself being torn from your grasp as another thing important is snatched away. You mourn your lost freedom as well as what’s to come.
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rinrinx2 · 1 year
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How Bonten members babysit your and Rindou's son + extra info HC
Characters: Ran, Sanzu, Koko, Kakucho
Warnings: Language
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Ran
Thinks his the best uncle, will literally forget about Renzo after 5 minutes. (He forgot Renzo at a KFC once after he ordered himself an ice cream)
Likes to dress Renzo up like he did when he was younger (plating his hair, making him wear overside clothes and sandals)
Claims his the best because his Renzo's biological uncle.
Use the worst profanities imaginable infront of Renzo after being told numerous time he should not because Renzo will repeat them.
He loves Renzo and tries to see him every work off day, usually ends up in disaster.
Uses Renzo to get ladies
"Yeah, me and this little guy do everything his like my own. Maybe we can have a small play date together so why don't you give me your number"
Kakucho
The best person to leave Renzo with.
He will look after Renzo like it's his own son, does anything and everything to keep Renzo happy.
Carries Renzo everywhere.
He stood right beside the toilet watching Renzo pee to make sure he didn't fall in.
Always falls asleep in Renzo crib when he puts him to bed.
Women are literally amazed at how gentle he is with Renzo. (Literally treats Renzo like a wilting rose)
Unintentionally gets ladies because of Renzo.
"Wow is this your son"
"No actual-"
"His so cute just like his daddy, here's my number"
Koko
Another good candidate to babysit Renzo, only downside is you will have 50 new toys in your living room.
Spends as much money as he can on Renzo. (He loves spoiling him)
Renzo stares at something for a second to long and Koko will buy it without a second thought.
Thinks Renzo is the best Haitani.
Loves having Renzo sit on his lap while he counts his money.
Koko gets unreasonable sometimes and buys the most unnecessary things ever.
"Can I get that Ferrari"
"A new car purchase sir. I'm sure you'll enjoy it's quality"
"Actually it's for that lil guy over there, he likes Ferrari's" Koko said while pointing to Renzo standing in his overalls.
Sanzu
Not the best, not the worst person to leave Renzo with.
Won't do anything wild infront of Renzo.
He wants to be Renzo's favorite person and is willing to do anything to be his favorite person (booked out the whole of Tokyo Disneyland once to impress Renzo)
Let's Renzo touch his hair (even though his super serious about his hair)
Thinks Renzo is the perfect baby, no other baby can compare to Renzo.
Punched Ran in the throat one time because he said fuck infront of Renzo.
Dyes his hair purple so that Renzo would think he was Rindou.
"Hey lil buddy it's me ya dad"
"Sanzu wtf I'm standing right here"
"Shut up imposter Rindou, I'm the real Rindou"
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sokonoi · 1 year
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how they send nudes — tr edition
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manjiro
never ever ever ever sends nudes. 
always sends them when he’s very horny, hasn’t seen you in awhile, or is intoxicated. 
never sends a video, it’s always 2 pictures. 
usually with him holding the base of his pinkish cock
the second photo consists of what you did to him a.k.a cum on his pants 
he’s usually frantic not bothering to even pull pants down fully only unzips the front pulling his cock through the tiny hole
leaves a mean msg afterwards something along the lines of “this is ur fault” 
izana 
the king 
he sends not explicit videos, but basically porn films & does it regularly 
this man always catches the golden hour
making sure you see his glistened sunkissed abs and all
not much of a groaner, he’s a panter. 
calls your name in breathy pants & whispers 
he’s a pretty boy what do expect?
sometimes he cums untouched 
kakucho 
he’s shy about it, but when you get needy he does it. 
the lighting is always low, but the groans whew jehova and all his witnesses it’s too good
his voice is so soothing. 
he makes sure you can hear him clearly always
he’s the sweetest and always makes sure to give you affirmations & aftercare at the end of the video. 
especially if he’s busy at the moment & can’t text back.
“I know you did so good for me.” 
marry that man
shinchiro 
aesthetic photos & their always in black n white. 
close up of his cum covered tip 
or your panties wrapped around the base, rarely sends videos hates his voice. 
even though you happen to think those pretty whimpers are golden. 
always asks you what you thought of it.
he needs your validation ASAP
inupi 
another pretty slut
always does it to tease, the sound is always off 
he’s sick
even uses a fleshlight, shaped like your pussy
of course he’s not that mean :(
inupi is almost always standing in his videos 
cutting it off just before he cums.
wakasa 
this guy is so unserious 
and he almost always does it to surprise you 
wakasa always does an outfit of the day
but, somehow it ends up with his dick out.
he’s get’s his full body in it, so you able to see the curtain of hair 
and the way his brows furrow when he’s getting ready to cum 
kokonoi 
cums on your stuff, when he’s mad at you for making him so hard 
it gets him off strangely.
his face is never in the videos the camera is always angled toward the stuff he’s defaced 
Sometimes he’ll rut his hips into the panties or your satin pillow. 
he hips shake desperately as he cums 
koko cums alot, nice thick ropes of it too
no wonder he loves facials…
mitsuya 
he’s the sweetest, most perfect man to ever live. 
the set up is cute… he’s alone in his bed the angle is perfect 
mitsuya always makes it known in his videos that he’s thinking of you.
he whimpers your name endlessly. 
eyes are screwed shut with only you on his mind 
his cum oozes out like a fountain dripping onto his closed fists 
almost always says “hope you enjoy pretty girl.” 
before sending it your way
taiju 
his videos and pictures are gold, they’d have to snatch it from your dead hands in order to get it. 
the only con is his feet, they’re like there and he doesn’t bother to crop them out
doesn’t gaf either 
on the good side, you get to see those beefy tattooed thighs in all their glory
he doesn’t send ever, but when he do
pls go to a quiet room bc its raunchy 
spit, slapping, edging, and dirty talk are through the wall. 
his groans are deep and loud as ever & can be heard even at low volume
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keisukebajimipatron · 9 months
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Sanzu Haruchiyo Cosplay
Buenas! I'm going to leave this here for inspiration, I found this on Pinterest so here is the folder where you can find it.
Toman!Sanzu
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Mikey's Dog
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buccini555 · 24 days
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𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩
♡ What would it be like to have a secret relationship with one of the city's most dangerous gangsters?
♡ H e a d c a n o n s/I m a g i n e s .ᐟ .ᐟ
♡ 𝑭𝒕. Ran Haitani
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 . 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 . 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 . 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 . 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 ♡ . 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 . 𝐓𝐚���𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢
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tw: amost none, but, excessive jealousy mention and control/manipulation mention
𝗥𝗮𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗶: Ran isn't very sociable when he's in a bad mood, but as soon as he saw you pass by him, He can't deny that he was interested in you, Ran's the flirtatious type so he immediately went to start some conversation with you, Ran knew that ge wouldn't be able to forget you after the first time, so he wanted to repeat the dose by maintaining a secret relationship with you.
He is somewhat detached and often doesn't seem to care, even so, he cares a lot about you, even if he denies it, he truly loves you, Ran is jealous, ends up often being controlling, he ends up wanting to take over he takes control of his life and becomes easily enraged when he feels that you are not treating him exclusively, the tall one likes attention, thus demanding a lot of your precious time.
A few months into your relationship, he invited you to live with him in a large, extremely well-decorated house, even though he intended to keep your relationship a secret, Ran is very discreet about it, even so, he rarely ends up taking you on dates outside from home, you usually go to the mall together, especially to stores, Ran loves the fact that she can choose your clothes and is meticulous in the way you chooses to dress you just to please him visually.
Not everything is sweet in your relationship, Ran makes a point of reminding you how dangerous he can be every time you argue and you think about leaving, sometimes he even shows some signs of aggression towards you even though he's calm most of the time, another fact about Ran is that he often ends up being extremely demanding, he wants you to have the perfect relationship but often doesn't even make an effort to achieve that goal, he just keeps you a secret for safety's sake, but, secretly, it's also out of jealousy, he doesn't want other guys to know who his one and only is.
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tw: pet names (honey, baby, babygirl, dollface, sweet, hottie), car in sex mention, sex in public place, unprotected sex, words like (bitch, slut and others like), creampie, pregnancy mention(?), cigarette use
That night alone in your house, Ran had committed to taking you to dinner after another tedious meeting at Bonten's, later, as soon as the older Haitani returned to your home, he felt admired as soon as he entered the living room door with you the waiting dressed in a black dress covered by an overcoat that he had bought you last week, Ran gave you a kiss and soon after went to take a shower, ending up not taking long to return to the room where you were still anxiously waiting for him to the date in night.
"You look so beautiful, honey, were you waiting for me?" He questions, looking you up and down, passing the tip of his tongue over his own lips, leaving aside the suit he was carrying on his arm to hug you.
"Yes, baby." You replied as he cupped your face to kiss his cheek. "You're perfect, my princess, queen..." Smiling again, Ran exclaimed right away. "C'mon, sweetie?" You questioned, looking into the taller man's eyes. "C'mon, sunshine." Holding your hand and kissing it subtly, he gently held your arm and took you to his new car that was already on the street.
The place was a bit far away, Ran preferred to take you to more distant places, so they soon ended up taking some kind of road, the weather wasn't as cold that night as you thought, so he ended up taking off his coat and the kept in the back seat of the car, meanwhile, you can notice Ran watching you from the corner of his eye a few times, your dress was really short and with a little cleavage, so, drawing the taller's attention, the wind blew through your hair as you watched him drive intently.
"C'mon, honey, tell me what you want in that pretty dress." Ran said laughing as she increased the speed of his newest luxury car.
You smiled back, placing your hand on his thigh and squeezing it subtly. "What do you want, Ran?" Looking at him, you questioned.
"What do you think? I definitely want my future wife, preferably, on top of me." He responded in a serious tone, stopping the car on a shoulder on the side of the road where there was little lighting. "You're a pervert..." Laughing, you said in a low tone.
"You already know what to do, don't you my princess?" As soon as the car was parked, you unbuckled yourself and climbed on top of Ran who soon covered your mouth, sealing your lips with a warm kiss, you could feel his member through the tailored pants he was wearing at the moment, doing so you become even more euphoric.
"Don't play with your boss, babygirl." Holding you even closer to him, he slapped you on the ass while pressing your hips into his lap, then Ran wasted no time and lifted your dress, keeping your underwear visible while you were still kissing him, then he put on your panties aside, opening his pants soon after.
"A-are you sure you want to do this here, R-ran? Isn't it... Dangerous?" Feeling how excited Ran remained, you exclaimed, trying to contain your emotions slight noises that you let out.
"I need to fuck right now, fuck if it's dangerous or not, have you forgotten who I am baby?" Ran laughed, slowly lifting his hips and fitting his member inside her without thinking twice. "That tight pussy... Fuck." He said amidst a brief sigh.
"I'll fuck you wherever I want, you know that." Holding your waist while you sat on him, Ran said, also trying to contain the light sighs that he eventually let out, so he ended up keeping your mouth busy with a kiss, holding your hair while you went up and down on his dick and also forcing your hand even more and hips, making you feel him inside you completely.
"I-I can't take it." Holding the taller man's shoulders, you said with your face flushed, each thrust made your intimacy become numb amidst so much eminent pleasure received.
"Be a good bitch, fuck it." Ran just put her hand over your mouth, making you shut up in that instant and made you end up going even faster and putting more force into each sit.
"You didn't ask me to fuck you, huh lil slut?" Ran questioned with a whisper in his ear, making his body shiver.
"N-now... Hold on, my little whore, hold on tight like a good whore." Commenting on his speech, Ran grabbed his hair again, throwing it back slightly and leaving his reddened face visible in front of his eyes.
"You want to cum on my dick, don't you dollface? Tell me, Mmm?" While masturbating you slowly, Ran questioned looking into your eyes.
"R-ran... F-fuck" You shook your head in affirmation, intensifying the act even more.
"Cum for me, c'mon, cum for me, my fucking hottie." Licking his own lips again, he said, Ran was also overcome by lust, it wouldn't take long for him to reach his limit, even so, he wanted to go faster just to test the limits of his body.
"R-ran, please, please..." Moving your hips back and forth, you couldn't take the pleasure anymore, you just felt your intimacy soaking with each movement.
"S-shit, babygirl, you drive me fucking crazy." Ran said tilting her head back.
"Fuck me completely, Ran" Soon after, you responded.
"You're insatiable, aren't you?" He looked you up and down, watching every movement of your body, no longer able to contain his excitement.
"If you don't get off me I'm going to fill you up, bitch..." Panting, Ran exclaimed.
You continued, keeping the taller man's speech uninhibited. "I told you to fuck me completely, Haitani."
"...Disgraceful bitch." Before finally reaching your limit and dumping all that hot liquid inside and deep inside you, Ran spoke.
After that, you remained on top of him for a moment, you were both exhausted after that sex, so Ran just wanted to drive home slowly.
"If we have a son, at least he will be beautiful like me, don't you think?" Opening the window and lighting a cigarette while you faced the passenger seat, Ran said jokingly. "Fuck you, Ran." Sullenly, you responded immediately. "...I'd rather fuck you." Taking a drag of cigarette, he told you in a testing tone.
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hey could you do some headcanons plus a little drabble about being bonten!haitani brothers little sister who's in her 3rd year of high-school??
mayhe she drops by to bonten headquarters sometimes when no one is at home and itd be so funny if she was also a raging feminist and talking back to her brothers (and maybe even the other members) if they make any sketchy comments (probably abt the prostitutes in bonten)
Aw Heck yeah I'll do this!
BUT!!! Please keep in mind that I never really watched tokyo revengers, so please bear with me. Anyways I'll try my best!!!
The feminine Haitani Feminist
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Scenario: You are Rika Haitani, the youngest sister of the Haitani, already in your third and hopeflully last year of high-school. Since you know of your two elder brothers daily activities, you visit them at their meeting with Bonten to scold them for not eating with you.
To say that you were angry was an understatement.
You were fuming at the sight of the dusty and dirty apartment you asked your brothers to clean up before leaving for school, but they never listened. Now, as you were heating up the soup you cooked the day prior to eat with your brothers, you called Ran.
"Hello, my sweet sister-" "Do you have any idea how fucking angry I am right now?! I told you guys to clean our home and you and Rindou just up and left!"
"Okay Rika, let's talk about that a little later-" "No, I'm coming over. I know that you two didn't eat shit the moment I left the house."
And after hanging up on him saying something mid-sentence, you turned off the stove and put the soup in metall containers and locking them securely.
It took you a while to get there but you could already make out the many familiar faces of the girls and women working there, and you greeted them all with a smile, but in your head you frowned.
They were doing a dirty job for even dirtier men.
As you knocked on one of the doors you frequented where your brothers were often in meetings, you opened the door after a silent "come in".
And as you were holding the two containers, you saw your two brothers, your frown deepening and Ran giving you uneasy smiles. Rindou frowned right back at you before looking back and forth between you and his older brother. "Rika, what brings you here?", the middle sibling asked dumbfounded, making you look at him.
It seemed like you didn't even aknowledge the other members' existence, because Mikey was looking at the scene unfolding him with a poker face and even though he might have gotten more depressed over the years, he didn't loose his love for drama, even if it was sibling bickering. It was something he couldn't have anymore. So he always watched with slight fondness and longing instead of interfering.
Haruchiyo Sanzu, Mikey's right hand man as he always dreamt, was looking at you with bewilderment, you interrupted his "king", after all. But seeing the man next to him look at you with something like...fondness? on his face, so Sanzu didn't dare to say anything, fearing that he'd get an angry Mikey like the time he beat up and shaved some Mikey-haters' hairs for Mikey's birthday.
"First off, I told you guys to clean up the apartment before I left for school, and second, you BOTH promised me that you'd eat lunch with me, so why didn't you guys hold your promise?!"
Kakucho was also looking at you, but with slight annoyance. 'Why was this little girl here again? And she just has to be the younger sister of the Haitani brothers, of all people'... Still, he was watching his mouth around Mikey.
"We're sorry Rika, we really didn't want to make you feel forgotten, it's just that-" "You guys were so busy talking about 'Bonten stuff' that you even forget to eat? Tell me, when was the last time you two ate something today?", you unterrupted, looking at your two elder brothers expectingly.
While the two brothers were looking in front of them in shame and you sighing in dissapointment while opening the still hot containers, Takeomi Akashi opened his mouth and letting his inferiority complex speak. "Jeez, letting yourself get belittled by your little sister sure is humiliating, huh? Why don't you tell her to shut her trap so that we can keep going with the meeting, Mikey?", his voice asked, smirking at you smugly while he stroked his ugly beard.
But, you were smiling. "Shutting my trap you say? And who are you to tell me that? Huh?", you asked, your voice bittersweet and your smile too forced. Mikey had a ghost of a smile on his lips, making Sanzu flinch and look at you in amazement.
The pink haired man didn't understand what you did to bring a smile to Mikey's lips, but he sure as hell wouldn't omplain about your sudden visits anymore.
Rindou and Ran were fuming in the meantime. "What did you just say?!", Ran asked, already standing up and Rindou was about to put on some gloves when you snickered and took one container.
"I'm just sayin', she just nags you guys around and brings you food, she might as well become a prostitute like the other women here."
Annndddd, that was the last straw.
As you walked over to him with the containers while staring at him menacingly, takeomi felt slight unease. Why was he feeling so nervous? Were you about to give him something to eat? But there is no spoon-
"AARHRGHRGRH SHIT, Fuck, You FUCKING BITCH!", he screamed as you flung the soup at him, giving him second degree burns, but your glare was ice cold.
There was a long moment off silence, when ignoring the tall man's cry of pain. Sanzu and Kakucho were glad they didn't open their mouths, and Kokonoi was looking at you with wonder in his eyes. Takeomi was at least a whole foot taller and at least ten times stronger than you, and still you had the guts to pour soup on him. You were a brave woman.
Mikey giggled and Sanzu wanted to call the ambulance upon hearing his leader laugh like a child. sanzu also might have gotten scared by your actions, unconsciously touching the scars on the corners of his mouth. Ran laughed his ass off and gasped for air while Rindou stared with an open mouth.
Meanwhile, you were putting the now empty container on the table the men were seated around at, and stepped closer to the guy who was now holding his face. "You know, I don't really like it when people talk about women like that. And do you wanna hear the fucking truth? There wouldn't be no prositutes if no man asked for it. And looking at you, talking about how I could become a prostitute -like the other women here- really makes my blood boil, y'know? Also, aren't you embarrassed for telling that a high-schooler? Let alone the younger sister of your collegues?"
Takeomi had trouble identifying you through the thick liquid threatening to also burn his eyes but when he opened on eye, he was met with a scary grimace of yours with your fist right next to it and in the next moment, he was out cold.
You sighed out before looking at Mikey and bowing in apology. "I'm sorry, Sano Manjiro, for my rude behaviour. I will take my leave now." "Stay. I hadn't had that much fun since I could last remember, Haitani. Please, make yourself comfortable."
And at that, you sat yourself down on Takeomi's stool and he got dragged away by some nameless underlings. Your brothers were giving you and their boss uneasy glances, not sure whether they should do or say something too. The other three conscious men, Kakucho, Kokonoi and Sanzu, were holding respective space from you, also swearing to not step too close to the women working in this facility.
"I'm craving Taiyaki...can someone order food?", Mikey chirped, making you giggle while you took out your phone. "Sure thing! And you two will eat too!", making your elder brothers nod eagerly.
Ran and Rindou didn't know that you could knock somebody like Takeomi out with a single punch, let alone fight.
They'd have to convince whoever was responsible for hiring women for their sinful needs should have a talk with them.
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HEY HEY HEY!!! I hope that was what you were looking for... I tried to make the characters fit their personalities as well but also not too long, because then it'd would have to be a longer story, and yeah. I also wanted Mikey to have a laugh in a while, poor baby. It was actually fun looking up the Bonten characters to be honest!
I hope I'll get more requests like these!
Read you in the next post!!!
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inkykeiji · 6 months
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warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, drugging, noncon, blood, messy rough sex (slapping + biting), hint of mikey at the end, fem!reader words: 650
i literally, genuinely cannot express how badly i want to get absolutely fucked up with bonten rindou + ran. like i am talking super sloppy fucked up, can barely fucking walk fucked up, slurring words in a single continuous stream only interrupted by little bubbles of giggles fucked up.  
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it’s become a voracious, all-consuming, downright intoxicating need.
you need them chuckling softly as they hoist you up between the two of them and drag you out to their sleek, souped up mercedes, sharing devious looks over your drooping head, so heavy and full of whatever the hell they’ve stuffed down your throat and shoved up your nose and shot into your veins that your pretty little neck just can’t seem to hold it up. 
you need them shoving you in the backseat, a mess of limbs and sparkles, hem of your slutty little dress already bunched up around your hips and fraying stilettos, now ruined and bloody from being scraped against the concrete, slicing into their leather seats. 
you need them cooing and pouting and spitting in your face because you’re so fucking dumb, you’re so fucking cute, you’re going to be so much fucking fun, aren’t you? 
you need them fucking you raw for hours on end, until the sky turns from star-speckled onyx to strokes of lilac and corals, until their condo is smeared with the gold of the rising sun, as the world flips over then flops right side up again, more drugs tangling in your veins.
you need imprints of each of ran’s hands seared into your cheeks, all five fingers and both palms stinging and raised and etched into soft skin. you need all thirty-two of rindou’s teeth carved into the flesh of your ass, so deep they’ve left grotesque, purplish-grey gouges, so deep they’ve pierced through the skin and left the indents pooling with thick blood. 
you need them stuffing you full of so much cum that it’s drooling from the corners of your mouth and oozing from your abused little hole, dribbling all over your neck and collarbone and chest in stringy dollops infused with your saliva, slathered all over your inner thighs in fat strokes of cream. 
and then, when they’ve had their fun, when they’ve shattered you to bits and stained the shards with themselves, you need them to offer you to their boss, who takes a single look at you and considers just passing you off to his second-in-command, because christ she’s sloppy and you two really did a fucking number on her, who split her lip like that? 
still, mikey’s grateful the terror twins reincarnate will share their spoils with him—real generous of them, you know, they could’ve kept this little doll to themselves and, really, you gotta give her a go, she’s a lot sturdier than she looks, and we just shot her up with another two ounces, and she’s got the prettiest moans i ever heard, mikey, swear to god, cross my heart, and mikey reconsiders.
because then you’re opening your eyes, bleary and blissed out and shimmering so beautifully in the harsh white light of the warehouse, and you’re reaching out for him, cute little grabby hands that claw at nothing as melty murmurs seep from your lips, and oh, he thinks he gets it now. 
because then he’s jumping down from off his wooden crate and stalking toward you, rhythmic slaps of his flip-flops echoing throughout the dense space, and he’s taking your jaw between his thumb and his forefinger, squeezing hard enough to pucker your lips and elicit a sticky little squeal, and he’s leaning close, so close the stench of sugar stings your nose, mixed with something clean and brisk as his breath wafts across your face, and you wanna play with me, precious?
because precious things are meant to be used, after all, aren’t they? 
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airbendertendou · 8 months
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EVERYDAY THING! ♥︎ sano manjiro
synopsis : bonten!mikey comes home to you, always.
gender neutral reader ; [name] / you in place of y/n ; reader sweats a lil in their sleep ; normal talk of bonten activities ; mikey undresses reader non-sexually
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You fell asleep listening to Sanzu ramble on and on again. Ran would add his input occasionally, Rindou saying a word or two. But, Mikey was usually quiet during these calls. He was fine with just hearing your breathing, reassuring him that you were safe. And, you were the same. Hearing his small hums of agreement brought a comfort to you that you couldn’t explain.
Mikey was away “for work” — really, he was, but the type of work he didn’t like to disclose with you. Phone calls and video messages became a staple in your relationship since he left two weeks ago.
Entering his room, Mikey was hit with a wave of heat. His eyebrows furrowed, mouth pulling into a frown at the unusual temperature. His room was usually the coldest, the frigid air keeping him awake and focused. When he caught sight of a figure curled up in his bed, though, his expression melted and softened immediately.
Sweat was forming on your forehead, the thick blanket crumpled and imprinted on your face. You let out a sigh, turning so a leg was thrown out of Mikey’s comforter — you were wearing pants, too, it seemed. No wonder you were sweating so much.
Mikey quickly adjusted the temperature, listening as the heat kicked off and the ceiling fan continued to whir. He changed out of his work clothes, mindlessly reminding himself to give the shirt to Kakucho. It was hopelessly bloodstained, but he hoped it could dry-cleaned anyways.
Walking closer to you, Mikey let a small, fragile smile hit his lips. He took the comforter off of you slowly, hoping he wouldn’t wake you. Ever so tenderly, Mikey grabbed your sleeping pants and began to tug. You let out another grumble, face scrunching in distaste. He smiled wider, still shuffling and shimmying your pants down so he could get them off.
You let out a small, sleepy huff. Prying tired eyes open, you could see a smiling, white haired boy peering over you. “‘Jiro?”
“Hi, baby.” He paused his actions, just staring down at you now. You let out a hum, rubbing your eyes lightly until he pulled your hand away.
You noticed the lack of heat, and your still-halfway-on pajama pants. “S’cold without you,” you explained quietly.
“I know,” he stooped down to place a kiss to the middle of your forehead. Standing back up, his hands trailed up your legs smoothly before stopping at the band of your pants. Mikey tapped the sides of your hips with his pointer fingers. “I’m here now, though. Gotta get these off, okay?”
“Mhm.” You nodded and lifted your hips briefly. Finally, Mikey managed to shuffle your pajama pants off, throwing them to the floor mindlessly. You instantly felt cooler, less sweaty. You looked at him longingly, “and now we can cuddle?”
“All you want.” He grinned before plopping on top of you. Letting out a sleepy laugh, you wrapped your arms around his torso as one crawled to the back of his head. Mikey shuffled his face into your neck, pressing kisses there every now and then. “We can cuddle today, tomorrow — forever, if you want. ‘M all yours for a while, sweet love.”
You let out a satisfied hum, eyes falling shut in comfort. Placing a kiss to Mikey’s cheek — and then every part of his face you could reach — you cuddled him closer. “That’s what I like to hear. ‘Night Manjiro, I love you.”
“I love you, [name]. More than you know.”
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emissaire · 2 years
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me - ran haitani x reader
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warnings/includes: angst, bonten! ran, cheating, toxic relationship, manipulation, slight gaslighting (?) just to be sure ehe, dilf! ran, milf! reader, ran is an asshole, rindou is a sweetheart, and reader is a girl boss
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Rindou looks so awkward, sitting on the couch in your living room but he tries his best to lessen the tense atmosphere by playing with his nephew. He loves to gossip– gosh, he loves hearing the most ridiculous situations people put themselves in but if it's about his brother and his ex sister-in-law, he'd like to be excluded in the narrative. 
"We're just gonna wait in the car. Don't take too long, Ran." Rindou has to leave the room and take his seven year-old nephew with him as soon as Ran opens his mouth to talk about the 6'3 foot man you were seen with last week. He knew it was going to be messy so he took the initiative to give you and his brother some privacy to talk about your… well, relationship?
"That's really none of your business." You answer him dismissively, still busy arranging the contents of your son's bag for his weekend trip with his dad and his uncle. 
There's a scoff that Ran couldn't help but let out while staring bullets through your head. "Yes, it is. What would Ren think if he sees his mother fucking another man that isn't his dad?"
Pause. You need to release a heavy breath to calm yourself or else you're going to lash out and possibly let your child hear you screaming at his father. "You sure do have a lot of nerve to say that after everything you did."
"Christ, Y/N! That was– I don't know! Two, three years ago?" Ran snaps back, his towering height in front of you now and completely devouring your figure with just his shadow.
"Whatever happened two or three years ago is the reason why we're even here in the first place. Stop projecting, Haitani." Your words are firm and strong, this time looking up at him through your lashes with eyes burning with so much annoyance and displeasure. 
Truth be told, you're sure that the love you have for this man will linger on until you're gray and old but there's only so much you can take. The damage in your relationship when he cheated on you is irreparable.
"What do you even mean by that?" Ran asks with a humorless chuckle, "You can't tell me you haven't fucked the man when you kept meeting up with him for the entire week. What do you take me for?"
A fool. That's what you are, Ran Haitani! You want to tell him but you don't want to give him the satisfaction of riling you up despite your blood boiling.You've always been good at keeping your composure so you do what you do best. Inhale. He's not worth it. Exhale. You're better than this. This time, you decided to put distance between him and yourself by standing up and strengthening the creases on your dress– or else his cheek will end up bruised with how much your hand is itching to land a harsh slap on his skin. "If you don't have anything left to say, you can leave. Ren's things are all in the bag now. Enjoy your trip, Haitani." 
Ran is left speechless, his mouth gaping as his eyes follow your graceful body in opening the door, wordlessly asking him to go fuck himself and be on his damned way. This is one of the many reasons why he fell in love with you. You know how to put him in his place without having to put so much effort into it… but it's also why he's seething mad. Without as much of a thought, he walks over to the door– not to leave but so he can slam it shut.
"What is wrong with you?" You're glaring at him and he can see the tiny cracks in your facade. You're so close to breaking. 
"I'm not leaving until we talk about this. Stop acting like a fucking child." He growls, purple eyes scanning your scowling features as he traps you between him and the wall. 
You don't know where he gets the audacity to talk like you're the one who did him wrong when it's the other way around. "I'd rather we don't. There are things that must be left alone so we can remain as cordial as possible in front of our child," You're looking at him with no trace of any emotion present in your face, "Truth be told, I don't want to see you ever again but we're bound together because of Ren so let's just pretend like we're on good terms or whatever."
You see his fist clench, his jaw slackening as he stared you down, trying to intimidate you but you're no longer the soft and submissive Mrs. Haitani. Thanks to him, you learned how to stand your ground. "Why do we have to pretend when we can fix things, Y/N? Why are you making a big fuss out of this? It's been years."
He's right. It's been years, he's got so much time to fix things with you and your son before but he didn't. He turned away and continued to be frivolous as if he wasn't married and got a child waiting for him at home. He wasn't even there when Ren's baby tooth fell off nor was he present for Ren's first day at kindergarten. He wasn't there when Ren got so sick he had to be admitted to the hospital and you were breaking down in the arms of his brother, Rindou. Heck– you can't even count how many times he stood you up on special occasions, telling you he's got so much "shit" to do or because it slipped off his mind but seems to never forget his secretary's birthday. 
"You forgot? Of course you forgot. You seem to be forgetting a lot of things these days but then perk up at the reminder of your secretary's birthday."
"How can I forget? We're always together."
"And we're not? Oh right. Yes, we're not always together because when you're supposed to be at home, you're out with her on fancy dates, traveling to different places while I'm here with my son, worrying about you and wondering when you're going to come home!"
"Can you stop, Y/N? I'm really not in the mood to argue with you."
"You want me to stop? Okay. Then let's end this marriage and get divorced. I'm sick of getting treated like a bed warmer and a fucking maid. I'm done."
"You don't mean that! I'm not going to let you–"
"I'm not asking for permission. I'm telling you what's gonna happen. I'm taking Ren with me and you can go do whatever you want."
That was the end of it. It was cruel to let go of him not because you feel bad for him or the love you still have for the father of your child remains above all things but because Ren didn't deserve to have a broken family. You didn't want him to grow up without a dad by his side and realize once he's old enough that his dear mother got cheated on only because his father thought she wasn't doing it for him anymore. 
With a smile that doesn't reach your eyes, you bring your hand up to his cheek in a caress– the familiar softness in them tearing your heart yet again. You miss him. You do but for the sake of your own sanity and the only hope left for Ren to grow up with a stable mother despite being away from his dad, from his mother's first and greatest love– you accept that things can't always go the way you want. No more self destruction, no more doubting yourself– just you and your son and the memories of what once a happy life you had with Ran Haitani.
"You're the one who gave up on us and ruined what's left of our family, Ran. I only gave you what you wanted."
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Unrepentant
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Title: Unrepentant Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Rating: Explicit Pairing: Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Fem!Reader, Bonten x Fem!Reader Word count: 3599 Warnings: Dark!fic. Dub-con. Wearing a collar and leash as punishment. Talk of ownership. Edging. Coercion. Public Sex. Swearing. Drug Use. Threats. Choking. Orgasm Denial. References to drug addiction. Unbeta'd. *warnings are not exhaustive*
Notes: I had the urge to write something while listening to Poison from Hazbin Hotel on repeat. This is the result. It is a dark fic. Consider yourself warned. Reader is not described in looks or size. Please let me know what you think. (It's one of the many fics/oneshots I have planned or started for TR lol.) Enjoy!
HEED THE WARNINGS
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How did it come to this?
You’re kneeling at his feet, eyes on the ground as the bass of music in the club thumps in time with the headache in the back of your skull. It’s punishment. 
Not the headache. That’s the ache that comes with withdrawal, the same way your fingers twitch as you try to hold them in place. But the position you’re in. The collar tight around your neck that’s attached to a chain he holds. The tension is loose as if it’s not there, but you know if you even shift out of your position, you’ll feel it. 
Feet come to pause in front of you, clad in expensive shoes. You don’t move, don’t look to confirm your suspicion about who it is. 
“Look at you,” he coos. You can hear him clearly over the music, but it’s only when he bends down and tilts your head up to look at him, that you know you’re right. “You look like a fragile thing like this, doll. What’d you do to earn this?”
He knows. They all know. It’s just another test. Ran grins at you as you drop your eyes, knowing you can’t respond right now without permission. 
“Answer.” The man holding your chain demands, yanking it slightly in warning. 
You don’t flinch, don’t make a sound at the way it jars you. “I made a mistake,” you say, just loud enough that they both can hear you. 
Ran laughs at that. “Yeah, baby? A mistake?”
It was more than that. The reason Mikey collared you and kept you chained tonight at his feet was a lesson in humiliation and obedience. In a fit of sobriety, you had attempted to escape. You didn’t get far. 
“That what you’re calling it?” 
You look up at Ran. He looks as handsome as ever, but you know the truth of what’s behind his good looks. You know how much blood is on their hands. You nod and drop your eyes again. 
His hand grips your jaw tightly, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Such a pretty thing, baby. Open your mouth.” 
Fear sparks up your spine. You’re in public, even if it’s the VIP area of the club. There are others around. The hesitation makes Ran dig his fingers in tighter, pressing your cheeks against your teeth as he forces you to open your mouth. He leans in and lets a lob of spit fall from his mouth into yours. You swallow, taking the revulsion with it. He smirks, letting go of your jaw before he pats your cheek. He looks up to Mikey who has the chain you’re attached to wrapped around one of his hands. “Let me know when you’re done with her. She can keep the chain.” 
The worst part is that you can only blame yourself. This was a choice you made. Even if you didn’t know it would turn out this way. 
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It had been chance that led you to them. A bad day, week, year…it had all added up to the moment when you found yourself stumbling into a firm chest. You had dropped the paperwork you had been holding and could only watch helplessly as it fell into the rain. You were crying before you realized it, the dam of stress finally breaking. You kneel on the wet ground, tears falling and mixing with the rain that had started to soak into your skin.
He could have left you. He should have left you, but the stranger you ran into paused and bent down, helping you pick up the papers. He made some ill-timed joke about it not being that bad, and before you knew it, you were telling him about how this was going to get you fired. The admission that you were struggling to provide for your family. A younger sibling, a mother in the hospital…you were their last leg of survival. And it was ruined. 
Until he offered to help.
You should have run in the other direction and never looked back. 
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You hear his laugh first. 
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” Sanzu says, leaning against the chair behind you. You can practically feel the heat of his body against your back. It’s not surprising. The outfit you’re in can barely be called a dress. “Shit, Mikey…you like her like this? You look like you belong there, sweetheart,” Sanzu says. You ignore the jeering. He likes to get a reaction. 
“Maybe we should keep her like this all the time.” A foot nudges the side of your leg. Rindou. It wasn’t often the two of them were together, but it was a dangerous combination. Like the Haitani brothers together and in a competitive mood.
You try to ignore them, but then Rindou moves in front of you. He doesn’t bend down, but he slips his foot between your legs. You watch as he steps a bit closer before pressing the top of his foot up against you. You tremble, trying not to react as he purposefully tries to make you break, to make you beg, to do anything that counts as breaking Mikey’s rules tonight. You try to focus on your breathing instead of how he rubs his foot against you and how the laces on his shoes cause nearly enough friction on your clit through the lace of the underwear you wear. 
It’s torture trying to keep yourself from grinding down on it, seeking a release you know they can give you if they’re feeling generous.
Finally, he pulls back and you let out a shuddered breath.
“You must really be sorry,” Rindou says. 
A hand digs into your hair, pulling your head back until you’re looking up at Sanzu who’s staring down at you, cerulean eyes narrow in their glare. 
“Are you?” he demands. 
You nod quickly, tears prickling in your eyes at the pain of your hair being pulled with the motion. “It was a stupid mistake. I’ll be good!”
He drags a drag of whatever he’s smoking and leans down, blowing it in your face. The familiar scent of marijuana engulfs you and you breathe in quickly, chasing the tease of a high. Anything for an escape. “You better fucking hope so,” he says.  
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Kakucho offers you two things when you finally get out of the rain. He’ll smooth over the issues at your job, follow you and explain that the destroyed paperwork was his fault…or he’ll get you a job. One that will compensate you far better than anything you’ll do in an office that doesn’t appreciate you. He can help you protect your family, to give them a better life and better healthcare for your mother. 
You’re not stupid. You question his motives first. 
He shrugs. “Maybe I just can’t stand to see a pretty girl cry.” There’s something in his eyes that warns you, but you ignore it...and ask what the job entails.
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Mochi doesn’t kneel in front of you. 
He doesn’t do anything like trying to edge you or blow smoke in your face. Instead, he rests his hand on the top of your head as he speaks to Mikey. He stands in front of you, but in a way that feels more like he’s blocking you from the others. A small kindness. 
Until he bends down and gently tilts your head up to look at him. He looks at Mikey before offering you a sip of his drink. You agree instantly, letting him tilt it to your lips. “You look good like this, princess. But I prefer you unchained. Hope you learn this lesson. You try it again and one of us just might have to break something.” The drink spills over your lips, making you cough as you choke on the sudden increase of liquid. You bend forward before you can stop yourself, coughing harder. The collar tightens as the chain doesn’t give any further leeway. 
You hear someone laugh in the distance. You think it might be Sanzu but you ignore it, well aware of the pleasure they’re taking in your penance. Mikey had given you a choice when you were dragged back in front of him. Your life or your family’s. It was the same one that got you into this situation in the first place. Only this time, if you chose to leave them in the manner they picked, they’d go to your family and drag them deeper into the depths you were submerged in. Your mother was recovering. Your younger sibling has a future ahead of them. You couldn’t bury them in your regrets and bad decisions. You made the same choice you did last time. The same one you’ll make every time. 
You go back to your kneeling position once you can breathe again.
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The job that Kakucho promises is a simple office job. One where you keep your head down and don’t ask questions. It lasts two weeks. Two weeks of learning the systems, of ignoring the small things you start learning about who you’re working for. Two weeks of dealing with the confused looks other people send you, of the way Kakucho appears occasionally to walk you out. Until he kisses you. 
He doesn’t apologize when you reel back in surprise. His mismatched eyes watch you, hand grabbing your wrist before you get too far. It’s just a kiss, he tells you. Don’t forget why you’re here. 
A reminder that you owe him. You nod and he lets you go, but the next day, a strange man is waiting at your desk. One of the other executives, you quickly learn. 
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The pain in your head is growing. 
You want silence or at least something stronger than a puff of smoke shotgunned into your mouth. You never used to do drugs. Funny how fast that all changed. Now you’ll take anything to forget. 
Your legs have gone numb under you and you’ll be lucky if you can walk when he finally decides to take you home. There’s no other place for you. You lost your own apartment ages ago and while all the men have used you, Mikey holds you as tight as he does now, whether or not there’s a physical chain that links you. You owe him your life now. He was gracious not to kill you when you ran from them. This is a small price compared to what you could have owed. 
“You gonna let her up?” 
Takeomi. You don’t see him, but you hear him. If Mikey says anything in response, it blends too well into the background. 
“Least he chose you a good outfit. Look up at me, darling.” They each have their pet names for you when they’re being kind…or wanting to mock you and your fate. 
You wait for the tug signalling permission before you look up at Mikey’s advisor. He’s smoking a cigarette and standing there, looking down at you. He’s older, a scar on his face like some of the others. Different and yet so similar that it makes you think of Kakucho who’s either not attending or has been ordered away from you. 
“You’re fucked up, aren’t you?” he asks. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth before turning to offer it to you. It’s not as strong as you want, but the nicotine might be enough to help ease some of the headache you’re feeling. He lets you inhale twice before he takes it back. An indirect kiss that’s tame compared to some of the other stuff you’ve done together. 
“Thank you,” you say, knowing it’s required. 
He smirks at you, taking another drag before he turns to Mikey. “You should keep the collar.” 
“I know a place,” a new voice interrupts. Koko leans down as he steps up next to you. “We could get one of the ones that she can’t take off. With our symbol carved into it.” He looks at you carefully before lifting your head to look at him. “Thought you’d be crying.” He lets out a small sigh as if he’s disappointed. “You’re prettier when you’re crying.”
You look away, unsure of how to respond to that. Koko likes to spoil you, but he also likes to see you overstimulated and begging for him to stop. Every gift comes with a price and you pay the most with Koko’s. 
“You should have come to me,” Koko says softly. “Would have fucked that mistake out of your head.” He uses your term, informing you that they’re talking about you. It’s nothing new. You’ve been with them all, separately and together. They’ve all seen you breaking apart around them and each other. It’s only everyone else that doesn’t get a taste of you. 
⛓️
The first time you meet Mikey, you’re outside a club you never wanted to go to. It was some party for the employees and the entire floor had been invited. It had been made clear to you, not only by Kakucho but Ran and the others as well, that your attendance was mandatory.
You’re in the middle of eating one of the snacks you picked up at the convenience store on the way here, leaning against the wall of the club. There’s no line tonight and you’re in no rush to go in. You’d rather not drink on an empty stomach. 
It’s not long before you realize someone’s watching you. 
You turn to look, but when you finally catch them, it becomes a little more apparent that they’re not staring at you, but at the food in your hand. 
“Want one?” you ask. He looks thin, his outfit too large on him. You’re not particularly charitable, but you’d rather get rid of the food and garbage before walking into a club. You offer the bag to him. 
He stares at you, finally meeting your eyes, for a long moment. “Why?”
You shrug. “I’m full…and I don’t want to carry it. You can throw it out if you want, but it’s still sealed. I just bought it down the street.” 
He takes the bag, pulling the pancake treat out and staring at the package. He looks back at you. “You here?” he asks, nodding towards the club. When you nod, he leaves and you watch incredulously as he walks in with the plastic bag in one hand. The bouncers don’t even ID him. 
⛓️
Mikey pulls at your collar until you’re stumbling in front of him, leaning into his legs as you try to ease the pressure. He shifts his position before pulling and you’re left struggling as climb up into his lap at his silent demand. 
You straddle his thighs, waiting until he directs you. You’re not usually this calm, this submissive, but the threat of your family’s lives hangs over your head. Regret for your own choices sits heavy in your gut. It’s your own fault. 
“Look at me.”
You lift your eyes to meet Mikey’s. His gaze is dark, but it’s not empty like it used to be. Not like when you met. He stares at you for a long moment before his hand slips between your legs. Your breath hitches as his fingers shove your underwear to the side, pressing in. He doesn’t look away from you as he swipes up before pulling his fingers out. They shine slightly, slick with the wetness that gathered from Rindou’s foot and the way the men have come to tease you, to try to make you react to them to exacerbate your punishment. 
He holds them up between you before moving them to your mouth. You open instantly, letting Mikey press his fingers down on your tongue. You close your lips around them, sucking softly and trying to clean yourself off of him. 
“Trying hard to earn my forgiveness, aren’t you?” he says. 
You nod, moving your tongue over his fingers until he shoves them further down your throat until you choke. Tears build up in your eyes instantly. He keeps them there as you struggle to breathe before he pulls them out. 
You gasp for air, tears falling down your cheeks. A sharp smack against your ass makes you take a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from crying. 
“You want my forgiveness. Earn it.”
⛓️
Your back is to his chest as you face the room. The music thumps in along with your heartbeat. You’re not sure where one stops and the other begins at this point. Smoke hangs in the air, a hazy mix of tobacco, marijuana and fog from the machines. It’s not enough. 
You rock your hips, trying to build the pleasure for both of you. Mikey is hard inside you, stretching you deliciously, one hand looped around the chain attached to your collar while the other rests on the side of the couch he sits on. You’re doing all the work, trying your best to get him off, to ignore the eyes of the Executives on you. You’ve seen some of them palming themselves already, trying to ease the tension building from the sight of you fucking their leader. 
You’d be more embarrassed if you weren’t so focused on this. It's not the first time they’ve watched you, but you’re usually somewhere more private. Not in the VIP section of a club, a open balcony where anyone could see you if they actually wanted to. The crowd would be able to hear you whining, desperate and needy, if it wasn’t for the music. You’re surprised but you don’t question the choice. None of them like sharing you and the last time someone else other than any of them walked in on you taking care of one of them, they ended up dead. 
“Mikey–” you groan, grinding your hips back into his. “Mikey, please,” you beg. You’re not allowed to cum until he lets you. 
The chain pulls suddenly, yanking your head back until you’re arching your back and your face is next to his. It hurts but you don’t dare complain. Not when you’ve managed to avoid it so far.
“You ordering me?” he asks. “You think you deserve to cum?” 
“I’m sorry!” you cry out, hands reaching to the collar, trying to ease some of the pressure. You deviate before you touch it, hearing one of the other men groan in disappointment that you’re still coherent enough to not get yourself into more trouble. Instead, you cup your breasts over the slip of a dress you wear. “‘m sorry…” you whine, trying to move your hips, to chase the high that’s building.
“Look at them.” 
Your eyes try to find the other men watching the two of you but the angle you’re currently forced into makes it difficult. 
“The only reason you’re not being fucked by them is because of me. Because I haven’t given them permission.” He thrusts his hips up, making you cry out in surprise at the sudden change. “I own you. You gave your life to me and here you are, fucking yourself on me, begging me for a release you don’t fucking deserve. You want to cum? Fucking beg for my forgiveness.”
“I’m sorry!” You say quickly, tears burning in your eyes from the pain of the position you’re in. “Mikey, I’m sorry! I’ll never run again! I swear! I’ll be good! Please, Mikey! I was wrong! I’m yours!”
“Hmm..” he doesn’t say anything else, but the pressure on your throat finally eases and you’re able to lean forward, breathing like normal again. You put your hands on his knees before going back to moving your hips, to using him to fuck yourself on at his orders. 
It doesn’t take long before he tires of your pace. His hand is on your throat, his other arm wraps around your waist as he thrusts up into you. He pulls you down, slamming you onto him. There’s nothing you can do but hold on, begging for a release he’s continued to refuse you. 
He breaks, pulling you down onto him, cock twitching as he cums inside. You moan at the feeling but it’s still not enough, not to get you off. You’re left on the cusp of your orgasm, feeling needy and desperate in a way that you’ve long gotten over hating yourself for. 
“Mikey, please..” you beg quietly.
He pulls you back, hand stroking softly against your hip as he presses his lips against the spot behind your ear. “You ever try to leave again, I’ll gift you to my men. All of them.” The threat freezes in your chest. It was one thing to be shared amongst the top men of Bonten. It was a whole other to be given to the men who made up the layers of the organization. You wouldn’t survive it. 
“I’ll be good,” you promise. 
He kisses your neck again before holding up the chain that’s attached to the collar around your neck. “Ran.”
You turn, looking to see the eldest Haitani grin before getting up to fetch you. There’s a prominent bulge in his pants as he takes the leash from Mikey. 
“Come on, baby. You gotta apologize to all of us,” he says with a smirk. “Think you can make it up to me too?”
“I expect her back when she’s done.”
You carefully climb off of Mikey’s lap, ignoring the feeling of Mikey’s release slipping out of you and trailing down your thigh, and follow Ran as he leads you by the chain toward the others. Regret churns in your stomach and you quickly shove it down. 
After all, you can only blame yourself. 
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