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but rin and ran have definately pulled up doe’s shirt and flashed mikey with her titties when he was in a bad mood.

ANON YESSSSSSSS no wait anon no ಠ_ಠ okay look… I will share Mikey THIS TIME ONLY OKAY? Understood? 😠

Deer in Highlights | Short stories: Blessed be your boobs

Bonten x Reader | 1051 Words

Warnings: Mikey and his obsession with boobs. mazophilia, kakucho is broken, foul language, reader has boobs, smut MDNI!!!! 🩴 | the source of the issue is here

“Do it,” murmured Rindou to his brother, who stood next to him.

“No, she's gonna get mad,” Ran murmured back.

Both stood in front of Mikey. The small man was furious because the police had confiscated one of their shipments. And that shipment was in one of the Haitani’s sectors. How could they be so careless, but something smelled fishy.

“How could you be so careless!?” Mikey wasn't as mad a he should have been. Not when you were in the room with them. He was supposed to take you to that nice bakery down the block today.

“We deeply apologize,” both brothers bowed to their boss. The ring of Mikey’s phone gave them an opening, the short man turned around, and at that moment, Rindou beckoned you over with his hand.

You innocently went towards Ran and Rindou, thinking that maybe they needed something. You weren't exactly wrong with that idea, but their next actions weren't what you expected.

“Now, Ran,” as you approached them, rindou whispered in between teeth.

“For fuck’s sake, okay,” Ran had to agree, or this was going to escalate quickly.

Just when Mikey finished the call, he turned to see what was the whole commotion. Ran had dragged you in between his brother and him, and suddenly you saw their hands move; each brother hooked a finger under your bra and yanked the fabric up, t-shirt and all. A squeal fled your lips as you felt the cold air of the room hit your chest.

Mikey stood frozen; forgotten was the shipment issue. Face to face with your pretty tits—nipples hard. Rindou and Ran weren't immune to your chest’s charm; both were also lost staring at them as their hands held your clothes. You, on the other hand, felt your face heating up from the stunt those two idiots pulled. But your mind couldn't process what to do next, not with how intense Mikey’s stare was.

“Leave,” you heard Mikey speak and felt the Haitani brothers move, but it wasn't as fast as Mikey wanted, “Now,” and they did; reluctantly, they let go of your clothes and stepped away. You were still staring at this predatory Mikey when you heard the door close.

In a blick of an eye, Mikey pulled you by the waist, hands throwing your t-shirt to the floor, your bra following shortly. Mikey couldn't hold back; the rough pads of his fingers pinched your buds, drawing little gasps from you. Both of his hands kneaded your mounts; he felt your soft flesh under his calloused palm, and a shiver ran down his spine. He loves this, he loves them, but overall he loves you.

Then you felt his tongue lap at your chest, cover your areola, the hunger in him taking over. This was one of the few times he lets go, and you let him use you. How could you not? When you are whining mess. Abruptly, Mikey hoisted you up, carrying you towards the couch located in the corner of his office. Not once did he detaches his mouth from your chest. Placing you on his lap, Mikey continued as if nothing happened.

As you held him, fingers digging in his scaps, pulling him closer, He seemed lost in there, sucking and savoring your chest—eyes closed as grunts and moans hit your wet skin. Miley was almost drooling as he felt the uneven skin of your erected nipples touch his tongue. For once, he was thinking about himself, enjoying himself, and you knew that. The fervor in his movements was a clear sign of how lost Mikey gets with your chest.

No alcohol nor drug makes him lose his senses as you do. Biting your flesh, dragging his wet muscle over your nipples, leaving marks over your once clean skin, drove him mad. Mikey was so lost in his own world that he didn't hear the door open. Nor the call of his name from two of his executives. But you did.

Takeomi and Kakucho were already back from their negotiations with their police contacts when they opened the door to Mikey’s office. The short man told them to come straight to his office and report. Takeomi and Kakucho weren't expecting to see you sitting on Mikey’s legs, hugging his head as he almost choked on your boob.

You tried to tell Mikey about Takeomi and Kakucho that stood there all awkwardly looking. But Mikey was not listening. You tried to push him away, only to get your hands swatted away and for him to suck harder on your chest, which resulted in you accidentally letting out a moan.

“I- it’s okay, Y/N, we’ll come back later,” Takeomi mumbled. Not wanting to look directly at you two but also not being able to look away. You looked so pretty, all whiny and flustered. You only nodded at his words. Takeomi had to push Kakucho out because the shirtless man had shut down looking at the scene. Kakucho’s blood left his brain travel downwards.

The moment they left the office, they saw the haitani brothers talking with Sanzu and Kokonoi on their way to see Mikey.

“No, don’t interrupt,” Takeomi warmed them.

“They are still at it?” asked Rindou with a wicked smile on.

“What do you mean?” Kokonoi asked with concern in his voice.

“Mikey is in one of his Y/N’s boobs are mine moments,” replied Ran with a tired tone.

“Why? Now? Today was my turn,” Sanzu would have preferred to be dumped on a ditch than having to skip his night with you. “And what happened to him,” the pinknette pointed towards Kakucho’s lifeless form.

“He saw Mikey choke on a tit like a madman,” Takeomi pressed a hand on his forehead in frustration because he saw that too.

Multiple hmms in understanding followed the older man’s statement.

“Let's go for a drink in hopes they finish early,” suggested Rindou. Everyone agreed to the idea.

“Let’s go, Kaku,” this time, Ran moved Kakucho.

Everyone forgot about the confiscated shipments, except for one person. Mochi stood in the docks area, waiting for orders since Mikey didn’t pick up the phone and Kakucho and Takeomi never showed up, nor did the Haitani brothers.

“Fucking bastards,” huffed the big man, looking at the horizon where the sun was being to set.

#omificstags #omi.dih #tw.mazophilia #Bonten #sano mikey manjiro x reader smut #Sanzu haruchiyo #ran Haitani #rindou Haitani #kakucho not really hitto #takeomi akashi #mochizuki kanji #omi.thirst #tokyorev #tokyo revengers scenarios #omi.answers #anon #bonten x reader

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: Their mistake

Bonten x F!Reader | 2.1k+ words

Warnings: Smut MDNI, have your age in your blogs visible, slightly breath play by Rindou, explicit sex, blindfold, voyeurism(?), cuckolding, sub reader, objectifying(?) the reader(?) if you squint, Mikey is kinda a mean dom... Hair-pulling(sanzu), implied breeding(?), idk what happened here tbh, dubcon just in case, vaginal penetration by Ran, I'm sorry pls don't read, idk if it's canon. Cunnilingus, slight cum eating. Chocking? Idk what is Kakucho doing. This a mess. Not edited and no beta.

Sum: Mikey finds a different way to punish his executives. Because taking money doesn’t work, they have plenty; but there’s only one you.

“Mikey, I’m not sure,” you felt the tension in the empty room.

“It will be okay, don’t worry,” he kissed the corner of your lips. “Ran, come in,” Mikey called for the older Haitani.

“Ra- Ran!” the sound of your moans echoed in the room, “Aah- Ra- a- an!” He kept smashing his hips—hands painfully gripping your hips. But his eyes weren't on you. Ran’s triumphant gaze was on the three men in front of him—mockingly holding eye contact with them. Kakucho, Sanzu, and Ran’s own brother, Rindou, stood before the bed. None of them were allowed to move. None of them were allowed to look away from you. Not even blink.

“Hmm,” hummed Mikey, “Ran, go deeper; looks like she’s not making enough noises,” Mikey instructed the older Haitani. He sat on a chair next to the bed. Mikey would have loved to be in Ran’s place, but someone needed to make sure Kakucho, Sanzu, and Rindou’s punishment went through. Ran’s hooded stare remained on them as he intensified his thrusts, following Mikey’s words. Your high-pitched cries made the standing men's chests tighten.

A week, they weren't allowed to touch you for a whole week. You never asked what happened nor complained since Mikey seemed furious. That was a very unusual behavior coming from the unemotional man. And today was their last day of chasteness.

However, Mikey still held a grudge against whatever had transpired with them. He had called Ran to your room; then, the three perpetrators walked in with blank faces. You didn't know what was happening. Mikey only told you to follow whatever Ran did and that everything will be okay.

The older Haitani strode in with a confident step as he yanked his tie off. Next was his shirt—buttons flew everywhere. And you jumped in surprise at his actions; the predatory look in his eyes left you numb. With renewed nervousness running in your system, you looked at the standing men, their backs pasted to the wall. Only for Ran to roughly pull you towards him, “Sorry, little lamb, but you’re not permitted to look at them,” a piece of cloth covered your eyes.

That's how you ended up here, with Ran holding your legs from behind your knees, almost folding you in half—thrusting his cock in your dripping cunt, heavy balls slapping against your skin. Your head was about to dangle from the edge of the bed. You attempted to stop that by fisting the bedsheets stained with your mixed fluids, but it didn't help. Suddenly, you felt him change the positions of his hands and grab at your legs and pull. The tip of his hard cock still inside you—you screamed. Ran had yanked you from the edge only to have your cunt clash open on his cock. Your hands flew to his chest, to stop him or to hold yourself; you weren't sure right now. Moans and grunts drowned the squelching sound of your pussy being plummeted by Ran.

At such actions transpiring on the bed, Mikey saw Sanzu shake a little. Even if it was less than an inch, Mikey saw it. The pinknette had moved, and that was against Mikey’s orders. “come here,” at his boss’s cold tone, Sanzu sprung into action—walking as fast as his feet could take him. “Kneel,” commanded the shorter man. Sanzu did as told, not questioning it for a second. Then, one of Mikey’s hands clutched Sanzu’s pink mane, making him wince in pain as Mikey forced him to crawl towards the bed. “The sight is better here, don't you think?” Said Mikey with a monotonous tone—standing next to Sanzu but still keeping an eye on the other two left in the wall.

“Yes,” Sanzu answered through gritted teeth—looking directly towards your center. The pinknette, now with pink cheeks and a growing problem in his dress pants, couldn't turn away from the sight in front of him; deep down, Sanzu didn't want to. Ran’s cock moving in and out of your clenching hole, your whimpers and whines were louder here, penetrating through his skull and traveling in his nervous system until they reached his leaking cock—wet spots began to form in his slacks.

Sanzu was mad, mad at himself, Ran, and even mad at you—you, who had changed everything he knew; he felt and wanted. A whole week of not even being able to jack off with his fist. It's been a long time since he came to these kinds of places, but not a single person out there felt like you. He had tried, but every time his dick went in someone or something, his head went straight to you—comparing, chasing a similarity to grasp and use, but nothing. Nothing compares to that pretty pussy Ran was using right now. Sanzu had acquired an exquisite test. You were that exquisite taste.

Kakucho and Rindou weren't far behind the pinknette’s train of thoughts and feelings. The only difference was that the other two were holding it in a little better. But not for long.

“Touch her clit, Ran,” at that, Ran’s finger didn't hesitate to move with Mikey’s voice. Ran began to press circles on your bud—his hips never stopping as your cries and sobs increased in intensity. You could feel someone’s breathing near your hip, but you didn't have the strength to ask who. Too lost in Ran’s touches and pumps of his hips. If you only knew Sanzu had a first-row seat for the show.

“You look so pretty taking my cock, little lamb,” Ran forgot what the whole point was, seeing the mess your soaking wet pussy was making all over his cock, “I love how you keep sucking me in,” Ran growled at your walls clenching to his words, “fuck—that cute pussy is mine, right?” A wicked grin adorned the older Haitani’s face.

“Y-yes!” you whined, “all yours!” Your sounds sent shivers through every men present. Shivers that Mikey saw and wouldn't let pass.

“Here. Now.” Mikey wasn't playing. The cold in his eyes could kill. Kakucho and Rindou moved in unison, with eyes still glued to you. Completely ignoring a drooling Sanzu kneeling—forgotten under Mikey’s hand. “Your hand on her neck,” Mikey addressed the younger Haitani. “And you,” he spoke to Kakucho, “keep her legs open,”

You felt a hand wrap around your throat, and two others brought your legs closer to your chest—stretching your hole open for Ran. From Mikey’s words, you knew they belonged to Sanzu, Rindou, or Kakucho. Their touch felt like fire on your skin; their palms were hot, burning the place where they landed.

Rindou not only felt your heartbeat and breathing on his fingertips but the vibrations of your moans and whines too. It all traveled through his arm to end on his groin; it hurt, it fucking hurt him. You had fucked him up good; all he could think about as his calloused hand squeezed your neck was you—the memories of your pretty lips surrounding his cock, your teary eyes looking up at him as you fought against the gagging feeling. Over that black cloth, he pictured those eyes of yours. Why were your open lips so close to him now?

Kakucho couldn't help but feel each and every shove that Ran delivered to your cunt. Holding your legs means he receives the movements, too, and what went through his mind didn't help. He wanted to be the one making you whine and drip. Cock so deep you would feel it up in your tummy. The more Kakucho thought about being in the one pounding your cunt; the more you felt his bruising grip on your legs.

Mikey picked up on your body signs; you were close. Ran felt it too, already accustomed with you. The trembling, the shaking, and your moans were telling them what you currently couldn't. The older Haitani moved his arm between Kakucho and Rindou to reach your mouth. His fingers made their way into your wet cavern—your tongue instantly surrounded his fingers, coating them with spit. Bringing his hand back, Ran didn't waste any time in pressing them on your clit. But Ran beat you to it. He began to feel the tension in his muscles, the too-familiar tingling sensation on his tip, the numbing of his body, and all attention on his groin. Pushing his cock to the hilt, he came inside you as he groaned. Warm walls hugging his spilling cock—hips glued to you. “Y/N, fuck,” a tremble run up his spine, “you’re a pretty little hole for my cum, fuck-” his words made you let out raspy whines in retaliation. Rindou’s constant pressure made your throat hoarse.

That last sentence gave Mikey an idea; he abruptly held Ran’s wrist to keep him from stimulating you. Stained sounds of protests left your mouth. Mikey’s eyes moved to a panting Sanzu. The pinknette just witnessed your cunt take Ran’s seeds. He knows what it feels like to fill you up; he felt his member throb at the sight of your pussy leaking that sticky white substance. “Ran, move, go clean up,” Mikey’s icy tone left no room for discussion.

“Sorry, little lamb, I owe you an orgasm, m’kay?” Ran bent to kiss your stomach as a goodbye. But you didn't register his words.

As Mikey saw Ran retreating from the room towards the bathroom, he harshly pulled Sanzu’s hair, stretching the pinknette’s neck. “Put your fingers in her, and don’t let any cum out,” Sanzu automatically moved, making you whimper as his fingers crammed your hole. “Sanzu, stick your tongue out, and your gonna leave it there as I use your head, understood?” you froze as Mikey spoke. Rindou and Kakucho, still with their hands holding you down, trembled. “Rindou, press harder. Kakucho, keep her open” that was the final phrase their Boss let out before he shoved Sanzu’s face in your cunt. You screamed in surprise as Rindou silenced you—a choking sound replaced your wails.

It was almost painful the position Kakucho restrained you in. But that didn't matter as Sanzu’s tongue kept moving over your bundle of nerves; each hard stroke Mikey made with his second in command had you shaking. The one moving Sanzu was Mikey as if the pinknette was a toy made just for eating you out. Fist on Sanzu’s mane, Mikey twisted his executive’s head, moving it up down in your center, sometimes even licking over his own fingers that still stayed warm in your cunt—drops of Ran’s cum stained his skin, and again, that didn't matter. Sanzu hummed in content at your taste, after so long, finally—finally screamed his body. However, it was not enough to fill a whole week without you. Sadly, Sanzu would take it. He would take anything you offered.

Mikey forcefully made Sanzu lap at your clit as you squirmed under Rindou and Kakucho’s hand. You were so close, it hurt. The heat pooling in your center, the tension on your nerves, the feeling of Sanzu’s wet muscle playing with your bud, and before you could reach your peak, Mikey pushed Rindou off of you. Thus making him let go of your neck, and as the rush of air hit you, that's when you saw white. All your body shook at your release, a groan from your abused throat flooded the room. Tears on the cloth as Mikey kept Sanzu on your clit. As soon as Mikey pulled Sanzu away, the pinknette licked his lips, ecstatic at your juices lingering in his mouth.

After that, Mikey ordered them to go clean up and bring something for you too. Kakucho let go of your legs, and you clamped them shut—your body still twitching from the intensity of the moment. Mikey hugged your tired form while he took off your blindfold. You snuggled towards his warmth; little pants of air fanned his neck.

“You’ll be able to touch more when your week is up,” Sanzu, Rindou, and Kakucho’s ear’s perked up at Mikey’s statement. That meant that in a couple of hours, you’d be theirs again. Their mouth watered at the revelation. The intensity of their desires made them drool. What have you done to them?

Mikey silently observed their response, not surprised at their similar reactions. A side smile appeared on Bonten’s boss.

They were like starvest beasts, waiting for their prey to lower its guard and pounce on it. And just like cinderella—as soon as the clock hit midnight, they would be free of their spell. Your exhausted form rested in bed, tired from all that occurred—sleepiness almost taking over you.

When the clock hit twelve. Three figures surrounded your bed. A hand caressed your cheek, “Wake up, baby,” a deep voice whispered, “I’m sorry, but you can’t rest yet,”

#ran haitani x reader smut #Sanzu haruchiyo x reader smut #rindou haitani x reader smut #sano mikey Manjiro x reader smut #kakucho hitto x reader smut #bonten x reader #tw.voyeurism #tw.cunnilingus #tw.breath play #tw.cuckolding #tokyorev #omi.thirst #omificstags #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tw.choking #omi.dih #tw.breeding #tw.dubcon #akashi haruchiyo

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: Dirty tricks

Bonten x Reader | 1.3k+ words

Warnings: suggestive themes, MDNI, Slight violence (?), use of the word daddy (only for this because it works and for the purpose of the fic), Fluff, jealousy, nonsense, humor, grammar/spelling mistakes, no beta and not edited. have your age in your blogs visible

“This is very unfair,” you eyed the men standing around you.

“Stop complaining; I’m betting on you,” Kokonoi massaged your shoulders.

For some unknown reason, Bonten executives decided to host an arm-wrestling contest, and someone had the great idea of including you, and by someone, you mean Sanzu.

“Why would you do that?!” You eyed the board where Sanzu was writing everyone’s name. “No!” you tried to pull him away from the board, “Not against Rindou!! Sanzu!!” you could hear the younger haitani laughing somewhere in the back.

Hopeless, that's how you felt. Rindou didn't want to change place with anyone nor take on someone else. You even begged Kakucho to trade places with Rindou, but the latter didn't comply. Kakucho wouldn't be so brutal with you like you suspected the purplenette would be.

Seeing your distressed face, Kokonoi couldn't help but feel a little guilty, so he decided to help you. “I will teach you a secret,” he murmured on your ear so nobody else in the room could hear what you two were plotting. “Slowly walk with me,” you nodded, understanding that he didn't want anyone to suspect anything. You giggled at the feeling of excitement bubbling on your belly.

“Koko, this like a secret mission,” he rolled his eyes at your child-like attitude. You’ll be the death of him: you and your cuteness. But he wasn't going to tell you that. “aren't you using this as an excuse to have me here all by yourself?” you teased him, knowing how he tends to deny anything involving his true feelings.

That caused his body to tense for a second, “No,” he fastly answered, “This is for you, not for me, remember.”

“Yeah, sure.” you sarcastically said. Reaching a more secluded area of the room, he sat on a small sofa, rapidly pulling you down on his lap. Again you giggled at his actions; sure thing, Koko. Only for me, you thought as you adjusted yourself on his legs.

-

The more you listened, the more you hated his supposed suggestion. “I’m not doing that,” you simply turned him down. “It’d be weird! Koko, I- I don’t think-”

“You’re thinking too much into it. Do you wanna win?” You nodded, “then just do it,” he squeezed your cheeks in between his palms. At your cute face and pouting lips, Koko couldn't help but leave a peck on your squished lip. Such action provoked a fit of giggles from you and red cheek on the man under you.

“Koko! Little Lady! We’re about to begin!” Ran called after you two.

“Yeah, Koko. Stop hoarding Y/N all for yourself,” Rindou smirked, not once his eyes left yours.

As you walked—hand in hand with Kokonoi towards the table, you felt a ticklish feeling building up in your belly. Maybe due to nervousness or the fact that you were about to do something you knew would get you in so much trouble.

“Koko, I can't believe you're betting all that money on Y/N,” Takeomi was checking the bets on the board, while most members had placed their money on Rindou or Kakucho, Koko had placed all on you. Sanzu also chuckled at that.

But everyone forgot how much of a money machine is Kokonoi Hajime, and once he sees profit in something, he never makes mistakes. Or, more like, he does everything in his power to reach that profit, even play dirty.

“You know she’s still sleeping with you even if you don't bet that much, right?” teased Rindou. That irked a nerve in you, but before you could retaliate, Kakucho hit the purplenette in the head, followed by a kick from Ran.

“Be careful with what you say, asshole, or she won't let you touch her,” Bonten number three grumbled.

“Is that jealousy I smell, Rindou?” Teased in a sing-song voice, Sanzu. You stuck your tongue out towards Rindou, “Sweetcheeks, your tongue,” and you fastly pulled it in as soon as you heard Sanzu’s warning tone.

“Okay, that's enough. Let's begin,” Takeomi took a drag from his cigarette.

You saw Kakucho take on Sanzu and win, Rindou on Mochi and win. Kakucho won against Ran. Mikey did one against Kokonoi just for fun, and of course, the flip flop man won. Takeomi went against Sanzu, and surprisingly, for you, the pinknette won, laughing historically in the face of his older brother.

And To finally come to your turn. You were a ball of anxiety as you sat in front of Rindou, whose smile only widened at your scared state. You and everyone in the room knew how much was the younger Haitani enjoying this moment—you acknowledging his strength had Rindou buzzing in excitement.

Now, his big hand surrounding yours was enough to make you squick at the size difference. Sanzu played moderator; he began the countdown, but before he reached three, you intervened, “Go easy on me,” you saw in the corner of your eye Kokonoi nod. Just when Sanzu said three, you also opened your mouth, “Please, Daddy,” you saw Rindou’s eyes open like plates.

It was like you had pressed a button, and time had stopped. The hand engulfing yours went rigid; Takeomi choked on the smoke from his cigarette, Mikey straightened up from his resting position, Kakucho turned his head ninety degrees, and Ran took a loud intake of breath—almost like a squealing sound. Meanwhile, Sanzu had lost his balance and had to be held by Mochi. Koko silently chuckled at his pears’ reactions.

You didn't waste the opportunity that magic word gave you—pulling with all your strength, you smashed Rindou’s whole arm on the table. The man had no fight in his muscles. And you stood up triumphant, leaving a still petrified Rindou there. You screamed in excitement, running toward Koko as you shrieked about how it had worked.

As you cheerfully shook Koko back and forth, babbling about your achievement, you didn't notice the rest had woken up from their shock. Two figures moved, and with silent steps, they walked towards you.

An arm wrapped around you, smashing your back against a hard chest. You looked up and saw a very serious Ran Haitani. But before you could say a word, a different hand gripped your cheeks—rough fingers pressed your soft skin as the smell of smoke reached your nose. Takeomi steered your face towards him, “Say that again, pretty girl, I dare you,” you shivered at their behavior. What did you get yourself into?

“I’m sorry,” no he wasn't, “But there is always a price to pay for success,” Koko saw your pleading eyes, but he fanned his hand your way as in a dismissive manner.

“Koko, what the he-” you began, only to be cut short as Takeomi trapped your lips with his. Ran kept a firm hold on you—not letting your squirming form break free.

“Don’t worry; you’ll be fine,” murmured Koko seeing you being sandwiched between Ran and Takeomi. “I think...”

As for Rindou, he was still sitting there. Sanzu tapped his shoulder, worried since the younger Haitani hadn't moved. “Hey, are you okay?”

“No,” Rindou banged his head on the table.

Fun facts:

Mikey scolded Kokonoi for teaching you that, and he was at fault for breaking two of his best men.

Kakucho didn't know how to feel. That was the first time the word had any effect on him.

Rindou and Sanzu said silent bros. “Bro, are you okay?” “No, bro.” Because Ran got man once.

Mochi was very uncomfortable.

You assaulted Koko with a pillow four days later, though.

Four days because two you spend with Ran and Takeomi and the third day you could move much.

Mikey gave Rindou and Kakucho the next week off.

Kakucho and Rindou stayed at your place for the whole week off.

#bonten x reader #hajime kokonoi x reader #akashi takeomi x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sano mikey manjiro #tokyorev #ran haitani x reader #rindou Haitani #Tokyo revengers smut fluff #omi.thirst #omi.dih #omificstags #kanji mochizuki #kakucho Hitto #tw.daddy kink

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: A heated morning

Bonten x Reader | 1.5K+ words

Warnings: Smut MDNI, cockwarming, slight fingering, uh balls but not what you think, foul language, nonsense, grammar/spelling mistakes, not edited. Ran on his birthday suit. have your age in your blogs visible

A/N: *evil laugh* I’m not posting the daddy chapter today! Hohohoho! I bet you didn’t see that coming psychic anon! 😎💕

“Where is Y/N?” asked Kakucho, looking around the apartment and not seeing you fluttering around.

“She’s with Ran and Rindou; since we all were busy yesterday, they took her to their place,” Mochi said, not worrying much about the subject. After all, you were safe and happy.

“They what? Why didn't they say anything? Not even an update on the group chat!?!” Sanzu didn't like the idea of them taking advantage of the situation. “Why their place?”

“Sanzu, you’re overreacting; they probably had their reasons,” Takeomi tried to reassure the pink-haired male.

“No, I don't think so.” Sanzu looked at Mikey, “Can I go check on them?” and Mikey nodded, not wanting Sanzu to be buzzing with anxiety all day.

“Kokonoi, go with him,” that’s all the boss had to say.

“Let’s go,” grumbled Kokonoi, but it didn't go unnoticed by everyone how he didn't say no to the idea of checking on you.

-

Meanwhile, at the haitani’s place.

Last night was too much. The brothers had taken turns with you—your body, sore from their gripping and handling. Your skin still felt their teeth and scratches; they behaved like wild beasts. A shiver ran through your spine at the memory.

You had felt the bed move early in the morning, and you assumed Ran had woken up. The sound of a shower inundated the room.

A heavy arm kept you in place, no matter how much you wiggled and turned. It didn't budge. On the contrary, it strengthened his hold. Slightly opening your eyes, you saw the tattooed arm surrounding you. So it was Rindou, and you were right; Ran was the one in the shower.

You were still squirming in Rindou’s hold, trying to break free, when suddenly, a hand held your neck, calloused fingers surrounded your throat. You stilled. “Fuck doll, you’re killing me,” Rindou’s rough morning voice spoke in your ear. “Stop—stop shoving your ass on my cock, fuck,” you felt his hips thrust and his bulge pushed against the curve of your ass. The arm hugging your body—moved slowly; Rindou’s hand crawled towards your core, cupping your heat. “Now, you’re helping me with it,”

“Wa-Wait, Rindou! I'm still sore, please,” you begged.

“Don’t worry; you’re just going to keep me warm,” at that, Rindou moved your panties to the side, first making space for his fingers. He spread your lips open, rubbing your clit, receiving whines from you in return. Without wasting any more time, pulling his underwear down, he shoved his cock in one push. A cry rose from your throat, only to be swallowed by Rindou’s mouth. He had turned your head to the side so he could attach his lips to yours—your neck, in pain from the sudden motion and posture. “There, there, little lamb,” his finger kept drawing circles in your bud, “I know you can take me, hmm?” his nose caressed the side of your face, “just like last night.”

He kept a hand on your neck, holding you against him in a spooning position, “Rin- I-” he squeezed his fingers around your already market skin.

“Shh, we can go back to sleep now, right?” Rindou could feel your warm walls hugging his member, your soft cheeks against his pelvis. “You feel so good, little lamb,” a groan resonated in your back; you felt him twitch, “Fuck, how are you still this tight after last night.”

His finger had left your clit a while ago, replacing your bud for your nipple. Rindou had been fondling your chest while both of you rested on the bed—his cock still buried deep in your hole. The only thing you could do was moan and whimper as your pussy throbbed.

You nor Rindou wondered why Ran stayed in the shower for too long, nor heard the ring of the doorbell. Too focused on the feeling of being close to one another. Rindou holding you so tight, and you—keeping him warm in return.

And again, too busy to notice the sound of the shower stopped, and so did the bell. “Rindou, why the fu-” as Ran stepped out of the bathroom only with a towel covering him, he asked himself why didn't his lazy ass of a brother checked the doorbell; his eyes fell on the bed, and Ran immediately understood why. Rindou looked like a snake wrapped around its prey, with the way he was holding you. Ran huffed. “Hey, Rindou. You asshole, give our little lamb a break.”

“She’s fine, right?” As the younger Haitani said those words, the sudden thrust of his hips made you mewl at the friction. “You see?” Ran rolled his eyes at his brother’s actions.

Forgotten was the doorbell, but what a mistake it was. Because silently, two figures marched up to the Haitani’s main bedroom. A hand was on the doorknob; both brothers too focused on your squirming form to notice the two intruders. Then suddenly, a scream broke the peace in the room. Ran fastly pulled a gun from the nightstand as Rindou pulled the bedsheets to cover your naked bodies.

“What the fuck?” Ran cursed, seeing Sanzu and Kokonoi standing in the room. “How did you get in!?!”

“What the fuck, you two!” Sanzu pointed towards the bed, “Take your dick out!”

Rindou, still holding you, wrapped up in blankets, but now you were sitting on his lap, giving your back to the other three men. Your elaborated breath fanning over the younger Haitani’s shoulder. Rindou hadn't moved his cock an inch out as everything transpired in the room.

“Rindou, you bastard, stop smiling like an idiot,” Kokonoi said.

“Sorry, it’s just that her pussy clamped around my cock, you know,” you heard a commotion behind you, but the purplenette didn't let you look. If you had, you would have seen Ran’s ass in all his glory while he tried to hold Sanzu and Kokonoi back from jumping his brother. The towel now laid forgotten on the floor.

“Oh my god! Ran, get the fuck away! I touched your fucking sack!” Kokonoi shouted. A bitter expression on his face.

-

“I can't believe you two broke my lock,” Ran stood at the door, checking the damage.

“You didn't open the goddamn door, and you live in a penthouse; we can't fly through the window,” Sanzu answered as he held you on his lap as you ate breakfast.

“For starters, people wait?” Rindou voiced; he was sitting on a stool, still smirking from all that had occurred earlier in the morning.

“Shut up, Rindou.” Kokonoi was typing away on his phone, looking for someone who could come and fix the haitani’s door, “You asses did a number on Y/N.”

“I’m okay,” you added with your cheeks full of cheesecake.

“No, you’re not,” Sanzu and Kokonoi let out at the same time.

“Y/N is fine,” argued Rindou, tired of the subject. Those two had been on his neck since he had let you go and hadn't let him near you.

“No? Which one of you bit her here!?!” the pinknette pointed at your left boob; you swatted his hand away, offended. “And here?!” now it was your inner thighs.

“Oh, shut your mouth, Sanzu! You’re just jealous you weren't here,” Rindou stood up and strolled toward you.

As the two men bickered, you struggled to hold your cheesecake plate. Abruptly, Sanzu’s arm hit yours, and it sent your breakfast flying. It happened in slow motion. Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, and you saw the plate crossing the air and land on none other than Kokonoi. In Kokonoi’s head, to be precise.

Silence reigned in the room; nobody moved a muscle. Kokonoi sat there, just breathing. And then it was like a dam broke. The three other men cracked up. Boisterous laughs filled the place. You, on the other hand, felt a little guilty, so you jumped down from Sanzu’s lap and walked towards Kokonoi.

Now, standing in front of him, you stretched out your arm, reaching for his face full of sweet cream. With your thump, you swapped his lower lip and took it to your mouth. “you taste good, Koko, let’s take a bath together, what do you say?” you sweetly smiled at him. “Ran, we’re using your bathroom!” you screamed as you pulled Koko along. Not seeing the long-haired man pull his middle finger toward the other three.

Fun facts:

Bonten unconsciously goes to your place every morning.

Sanzu did try to go for a window, but Koko hit him in the forehead and told him they were on the last floor.

Ran actually took pity on you for how rough they were last night, so he went to relieve himself in the shower.

Kokonoi was about to snap very ugly when the plate landed on his head, but he saw you coming his way, so he stopped and waited. Smart choice.

Koko brought the cheesecake because he knows you like the texture.

Sanzu tried to eat it on their way there.

The one who screamed was Koko.

Koko had to scrub his hands multiple times to take off the feeling of Ran’s balls xD

#tokyorev #bonten x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers smut #kokonoi hajime #tw.cockwarming #kakucho hitto #ran haitani #rindou #omi.thirst #akashi takeomi #kanji mochizuki #omificstags #omi.dih

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Deer in Headlights | Short stories: Not one normal meeting

Bonten x reader | 1k+ Words

Warnings: MDNI, manhandling, jealousy, complots, smutish, ass grabbing/slapping, not a specific gender but hmm I’m trying. Not edited. have your age in your blogs visible

You were just walking in some comfy booty shorts around Bonten’s meeting room, all obvious to the multiple pair of eyes following you. Because you were paying little to no attention to your surroundings, you didn't see the silent agreement between the men present in the room.

As soon as you walk by the nearest person, in this case, Rindou. He slaps your ass hard. The sound of skin hitting skin mixed with a noise of surprise emerging from your throat made some of the other executives chuckle. You scolded Rindou as you tried to soothe the stinging sensation from your backside. The younger Haitani apologized with a half-smile on his face. You rolled your eyes. Of course, you didn't believe him. And, of course, he wasn't sorry.

Forgetting your encounter with the purplenette, a craving for something sweet hit you, so you directed your step towards Mikey’s drawers; he always had something there. Arriving, you had bent a little to retrieve a pack of cookies from the last compartment. Then suddenly, an intense grip was on your behind. You flinched; a hand had grabbed your semi-clothed butt. Looking up, you saw Mikey standing there as nothing happened, still with his hand on you. “Could you pass me one?” he calmly said.

After those two weird encounters, you began to suspect that something was going on. However, Not sure what. An idea popped up in your mind, why not ask about their strange behavior. So you went to Kakucho, who was standing near the coffee machine. Not wanting to waste time, you opened your mouth to ask, but as soon as you did that, the heat of a palm fell upon your behind. It was Kakucho’s hand. He just massaged your ass slowly, with gentle touches. Your face heated up, and instead of asking, you just stood there for a long second—opening and closing your mouth like a fish.

A couple of minutes later, and avoiding Kakucho like the plague. You strolled past Ran. The holder Haitani called you over. He told you that a pen had rolled under his table and asked if you could retrieve it for him. Nodding a silent yes, you kneeled, cheek against the carped as you tried to locate the lost pen. When unexpectedly, a hand smacked your ass cheek. Ran’s complete name fell from your lips as you abruptly stood up. He looked at you with a fake apologetic smile. Your furious face only filled his desired to do it again. “The hell with your pen,” you said, stomping your way through the meeting room.

Before you could reach the door, a hand stopped you. Sanzu looked down with his shining blue eyes... full of... Oh... No, no, no, you thought. You knew that crazed look. But before you could get away, two hands snaked their way from under your shorts. A high-pitched scream left your lips as Sanzu lifted you as his hands squeezed your ass. He wasn’t just holding; he was hard, roughly clutching your behind. You were sure that by now, your butt had imprints of their palms and fingers.

Sanzu didn't walk too far; he dropped you on Takeomi’s lap. Before the pinknette left, he said something about Takeomi owning him one. The older man delivered a wicked smiled towards you. And your brain told you to run, or a similar fate like with the prior men would follow you. But you could never outsmart Takeomi Akashi. As soon as your feet touched the floor, a pair of hands pulled you back, dropping you—stomach first on his lap. And three slaps hit your bottom. With each strike of his hand, a whine left your lips.

After a few more minutes, Takeomi let you go. With wary steps, you moved away from the now satisfied man. You stuck your tongue out in retaliation only to receive a warning from Sanzu about your tongue ending on his fingertips. Mentally counting who hasn't attacked your butt, you instantly faced Kokonoi, who was peacefully typing down numbers on his computer. “What?” he asked when he saw your intense gaze on him. “I’m not doing whatever these troglodytes are doing,” and that relaxed you for a second.

The sound of the door being opened called your attention. And there stood Mochi. You went running to cuss against your butt-abusers, which left Mochi tiredly exhaling. “Can we have a normal meeting for once?” a stern yes voiced by you followed the man’s question.

Everyone had taken their seats for today's meeting. You fluttered around, looking for your chair that was usually placed near Mikey or Kakucho. But today, there was no chair. “Come here, Y/N,” Koko’s voice called. Not suspecting anything, you walked towards the long-haired man. Although, never giving your back to the other executives sitting there. Sanzu and Rindou laughed at your side-walking.

As you arrived next to Kokonoi, the man offered you his lap, which you gladly accepted. Not soon after mounting his lap, you felt a pair of hands rest on your asscheeks. But something else distracted you from his wandering hands.

“Koko,” you gently pulled a strand of silver hair so that his attention was only on you. “A-are you...”

“Am I what?” he glanced at your heating face.

“T-there's something poking at my-” you groaned in frustration. Before saying something else, you inhaled deeply as you closed your eyes. “Koko, are you hard?” you blurted out. The man under you stilled. No movement, no breathing. And in between teeth, he said something about those damn shorts’ fault.

“Koko, your report on...” but Kokonoi wasn't listening to whatever Kakucho was asking. Since you began to wiggle your hips.

“Kokonoi!” Sanzu shouted, who was now very aware of your actions.

“Okay, meeting postponed,” Mikey massaged the temple of his head. “Doe, stop shaking your ass in those shorts.”

“Koko, if you ain't doing anything with Y/N, let us have a turn.” Ran spoke with jealousy, seeing you on the other man’s lap.

“Ran, shut up,” groaned Kokonoi as you began to nibble on his neck.

“You all don't get anything for being meanies with me today,” you said without turning around, “Only Koko can have me for now.”

As soon as you said that, Sanzu stood up and tried to pull you away. “Like hell you are!”

“Sanzu, stop pulling Y/N!” Koko held you before the pinknette could snatch you away. “Rindou, don't you dare!” the younger haitani was making his way towards Kokonoi.

“Not one meeting, not one... not even zoom meetings work now.” Mochi couldn't work like this.

#omi.thirst #bonten x reader #tokyorev #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi takeomi #kokonoi hajime #kakucho hitto #ran haitani #rindou #sano mikey manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers fanfiction #omificstags #omi.dih

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#omi.dih <- tag for all things related to the series

DIHU -> Headcanons/Asks Masterlist

One-shots not-requests <- Masterlist

- When people are in a state of extreme surprise, fear or confusion, we say they are like deer caught in headlights. They seem so frightened that they can not think clearly. They do not know what to do, so they do not do anything.

Pairings: Bonten x Reader

Warnings: Canon divergent, slow burn, foul language, blood, violence, smut in certain short stories, fluff, angst, jealousy, shitty behavior kinda toxic (pls they are criminals), issues, grammar mistakes, no beta reader we die like men. INCOMPLETE AF

Part 1 ____ Meeting Sano Manjiro

Part 2 ____ Meeting Sanzu Haruchiyo

Part 3 ____ Meeting Kokonoi Hajime NOT POSTED YET

Part 4 ____ Meeting the Haitani Brothers

Part 5 ____ Meeting Kakucho Hitto

Part 6 ____ Meeting Takeomi Akashi

Part 7 ____ Meeting Mochizuki Kanji

Short Stories | They happen after meeting all of Bonten, which hasn't happened yet in the main stories. Can be read alone. I think you can read them in that order, but more chapters will be added in between.

Of scars and festivals

That one time the haitani brothers took you away

Kokonoi won't give you money

Build a bear

The first time Kokonoi trusts a Bimbo

Scary dogs

Driving lesson

An uncertain future MDNI

Terror? Horror? Angry

Secrets out in the open

With your permission

Sanzu’s new weakness

You already have your own MDNI

Coffee and a carnage MDNI

Strange sounds

Tipsy visits MDNI

The tattoos fiasco

It’s cold

Not one normal meeting

A heated morning MDNI

The Photobooth in the office

Dirty tricks

Dream a little dream of me

Never alone with you MDNI

Their mistake MDNI

Bubbly drinks

One door closes, another one opens

DIH - FanArt Links!

#mikey x reader #sano manjiro #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #kokonoi hajime x reader #rindo haitani x reader #omi.dih #akashi takeomi #ran haitani x reader #kanji mochizuki #kakucho hitto x reader #omi.DIH #tokyo revengers #tokyorev #fluff #angst #bonten #rindou #fanfic #crack #fic #Masterlist #deer in headlights #dih #sano manjiro x reader #sano mikey manjiro x reader #akashi haruchiyo x reader #rindou haitani x reader #akashi takeomi x reader #omi.masterlist #Tokyo revengers

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: That one time the Haitani brothers took you away

Bonten x Reader | 3.3k+ words

Warnings: Reverse harem, some kissing, fluff 😣 (like a lot), foul language, I’m bullying Takeomi but with love🥺💕, everyone is here and I had a headache with so many characters 😂😂. Nonsense, you will cringe, Not edited and no beta

A/N: Is set after Of scars and festivals, like at the very beginning of this weird romance xD. More stuff that happened… that helped their relationship grow.

With the little time they knew you; the Haitani brothers were infatuated with you, enchanted even. For some reason, they would call it destiny, Ran and Rindou were the only ones that met you outside of Mikey’s schedule, outside of their Bonten agenda. Yes, Ran still remembers your lovely face when you bashed that bag of pads in that bastard’s face.

That's why they are here, outside of your apartment door, because they couldn't get you out of their mind. Rindou was bouncing on his hills in excitement. “Rindou, stop that,” Ran couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed with his brother’s behavior. “You look like a dog wagging his tail at its owner.”

“Shut up, like you aren't excited too,” Rindou huffed. “Why do you think she's taking so long?” Rindou changed the subject to one more present problem.

“I don't know,” Ran scratched his chin, “Did you tell her not to tell anyone about this?” he asked his younger brother. And silence settled in the hall. “Rindou...”

“Fuck, I forgot, okay? B- but I don't think she has told anyone yet! It's been,” the purplenette checked his wristwatch, “fifteen minutes... Fuck.” if Rindou was nervous before, now he was anxiously worried. What if you decided not to go? He asked himself.

“Fuck indeed,” Ran let out, “I think we should go in.”

“Me too,” Rindou agreed.

And that’s how now you were screaming at the top of your lungs when two figures broke down your door. “What the hell!!! Ran?!? Rindou?!?” You held a lamp in hand as both brothers stood there as if your door wasn't hanging from one hinge.

“You weren't opening the door,” said the eldest.

“And we got anxious,” followed the youngest.

“B- b- but! My door! And I told you I was packing!” you showed them the half-empty suitcase.

“Oh,” both simultaneously let out.

“Oh, aha,” you rolled your eyes as you let down the lamp that you previously sought for protection.

“But you should have let us in,” argued Rindou, eying the opened suitcase to see if he could get a pick of what underwear you were taking.

“Seeing my door right now, I guess I should have,” you chuckled at Rindou’s not-very-subtle attempt at peeking, “anyway, about this trip, who else is going?” you asked while turning around to close the suitcase, not seeing the looks they threw at each other.

“About that...” Ran saw you were about to pick up the suitcase and snatched it away from you, “we don't know, but you shouldn't worry about that. How about we get going?” his long legs took him to the broken door un a couple of strides.

You nodded, “let me grab my phone, and we can go; I have to text Sanzu,” at that, Rindou jumped in your way, almost knocking you down if it weren't for one of his arms circling your waist.

“Ran will get it! Let's go!” And once again, you were being carried like a small lap dog, and Rindou was your rich owner. As Rindou marched with you under his arm, Ran saw the phone but decided to leave it there. You wouldn't need it anyway.

“Why do you have to carry me like this?” You wiggled in Rindou’s hold.

“It’s fun,” both brothers answered at the same time.

“And if I walk behind you, I have a nice view,” Ran liked the shape of your butt, and that’s why Ran let Rindou walk ahead of him.

“Ran!!” you felt your cheeks heat up.

-

While you sat in the Haitani brothers’ car, on your way to whatever place they thought would suit this not-kidnapping adventure, you were unsuspicious of their true intentions.

Your forgotten phone kept ringing back at your place. And a worried Sanzu kept pacing back and forth in the Bonten office building. Sitting in a chair not far from him was Kokonoi, who eyed the pinknette with a curious look.

“Any news?” asked Mikey’s voice coming from a different phone. He and Mochi had been on a business trip that just so happened to begin today.

“No,” Sanzu has been calling you nonstop, “but they should be there by now,” he informed his boss about the other two executives that he sent to check your whereabouts.

“I’m taking a plane as soon as I can; keep me informed about the situation,” Mikey ended the call. Mikey wasn't worried, not as much as Sanzu at least, because he had a vague idea of what might be happening. This whole mess smelled like the Haitani brothers, and if he is correct, then you were safe with them. Besides, He somehow was happy you were being accepted, and this would be a good lesson for everyone.

Sanzu, on the other hand, threw the phone against the wall. Not mad at Mikey; he could never. But furious at who might have taken you. Why those two always do whatever they want. He remembers how Ran and Rindou back in Tenjiku wanted their own uniforms. “Petty bastards,” huffed the scared man. “Why Y/N?!”

“She’s pretty,” Kokonoi commented out of nowhere.

Sanzu's sour mood changed drastically, “is she now?” He bitterly chuckled, “We wouldn't be in this mess if you had accepted to spend the day with Y/N, to begin with!”

“Don’t blame this on me! I said I could go and check on her after I was done here!” Kokonoi wasn't going to accept he was running away from you. It wasn't that he didn't like you, but you were such a delicate thing. He didn't know how to approach you most of the time or open up to you, afraid of damaging another good thing in his life.

“Bullshit!” Sanzu was also on standby, by Mikey’s orders. With him gone, most of the decisions and orders were coming from him. “Why haven't they reported anything yet?” Bonten’s number two decided to ignore Kokonoi as he called those two. The ones that were supposed to inform him why weren't you picking up. Or more like confirm his suspicion.

“What?!” A rough voice said; sanzu could hear them panting, and some echo in the background.

“Don't what me, Takeomi. Where is Y/N?” Kokonoi saw the pinknette start pulling at his shirt out of nervousness, the disheveled look now complete.

“The elevator was out of service! We’re using the stairs!” Kakucho screamed towards Takeomi’s phone.

“You’re going through the stairs?” Sanzu stood dumbfounded in the middle of the office.

“Stairs? Doesn't Y/N have the last floor of the building?” Kokonoi looked perplexed as well.

“I’m too old for this shit,” Sanzu heard a breathless Takeomi complain.

-

Meanwhile, in the car where you sat peacefully looking out of the window. Ran briefly looked at his brother.

“Rindou,” Ran whispered.

The younger haitani hummed in response; he was busy admiring your face through the mirror. “I forgot to tell you that I disabled the elevator in the building to give us some time,” a half-smile adorned the older Haitani’s lips.

Rindou never ceases to be amazed by his brother’s ideas. How he hated it wasn't his idea.

-

“Did you arrive yet?” Sanzu has been on the phone hearing Takeomi and Kakucho’s footsteps and heavy breathing, for god knows how long.

“Yeah, her door should be- fuck! Takeomi!” Kakucho, who had snatched the phone from the other man a couple of minutes ago, was the first one to reach the top of the stairs, and as soon as he approached your door, he saw it barely hanging from the frame.

“What!” came from the emergency door that leads to the stairs.

“Her door is broken! Hurry up!” After hearing those words, not only did Takeomi have a surge of power propel his legs towards Kakucho’s voice, but Sanzu, still on the line, felt his soul leave his body.

-

“Ran,” Rindou called his brother; the older haitani nodded without taking his eyes off the road. “We left the door destroyed... Do you think they will-”

“Nah, they will be okay,” Ran dismissed Rindou’s worries.

“Uh, guys, I wanna go to the bathroom,” you murmured

“Oh, okay, wait, let me,” Rindou pulled a map from the glove box and began to unfold it, “let me see if there’s a place-”

“Rindou! I can’t see!” Ran pushed Rindou’s arm away since he was invading his space.

“Why don’t you use your phone-” and you were interrupted.

“No!” both simultaneously said. They couldn't tell you that their phones were off and yours wasn't here either.

“It’s fine! Rindou knows his way with maps!” Ran awkwardly laughed. “Right, rindou?”

Rindou looked at his brother like he had lost his mind. “Yeah, right.”

They were doomed.

-

“Report the goddamn situation!” Sanzu screamed to the phone for the hundred time.

“Sanzu, give them a sec,” Kokonoi was beginning to get anxious from the pinknette's behavior.

“Shit,” Takeomi picked up the phone Kakucho dropped before entering your place.

“What, Takeomi? What!?” Sanzu was about to lose it.

“I think I busted a lung,” Takeomi held his chest with one hand as the other held... Sanzu, in a way.

“Then stop smoking! Now, What's happening!?!” If it weren't for Y/N, Takeomi would have turned around and punched the living hell out of his hysteric younger brother. but he's a patient man, and everyone was tense due to the situation with you, or so he keeps repeating to himself.

“Nothing,” a breathless Kakucho popped out from the inside—gun out and holding your phone in hand.

“You heard him, Sanzu. She's not here,” Takeomi spoke to the phone. “But there sure is a mess in here,” the older man saw your clothes everywhere. The place was kind of a disaster.

Where the fuck is Y/N? A question that ran through everyone’s mind at that moment. Except for one person who sat busy on his computer.

“Ran, you fucking idiot,” Kokonoi chuckled at his screen.

Hearing the man beside him, Sanzu told Takeomi and Kakucho to go back down and wait for orders.

“Not the fucking stairs again,” Takeomi wasn't having a good day.

-

“I didn't know there were 7-eleven so far out of the city,” you mumbled, struggling to pop the head of your Ramune.

“Give me that,” Rindou snatched the carbonated drink out of your hands and easily popped the marvel in the bottle, then gave it back to you. And you murmured a thanks as you smiled at him.

“So...” Ran sat down next to you on the concrete. A bag of miscellaneous items from the store hanging from his fingers.

After Rindou found a 7/eleven on the route, of course, not before getting lost and asking people for directions. You got a bathroom break, and the three of you decided to eat some Konbini food. Something that the Haitani brothers haven't done in a long time.

“What did you get?” you peeked at the bag that Ran’s was holding and saw a variety of food. From onigiri to some anpan, trays of different kinds of obento and some fruit sandwiches. “Oh my god! I always saw my classmates eat these together after school,” you unconsciously let out.

“Yeah? And you?” Rindou asked as he took a couple of onigiris from his brother’s bag. “We didn't really go to school, but we ate these a lot when younger,” Ran nodded at his brother’s statement—the moment bringing memories of their youth.

“I- I didn't really have anyone or any reason to... It must have been nice,” you realized what you just said, “oh! No, no! I mean having each other, that sounds nice,” you dropped your head on Ran’s shoulder out of embarrassment.

“Well, you have us now,” Ran patted your head.

“Yeah, we are here to stay,” Rindou said as he munched the mixture of rice and dried salted plums. “Even if you don’t want us to,” that last part you didn't get to hear since he murmured it, and three cars abruptly stopped in front of the three of you—bright lights shining in your faces.

At that, both brothers stood up, covering you from whoever was inside the cars. Drinking your soda in one big gulp, ignoring the bubbles burning your throat, you also stood behind them, trying to see what was happening.

Four doors opened, revealing four figures; two had their guns raised.

“You fuckers! Better start praying to whatever you believe in!” you knew that voice... Was that Sanzu? You couldn't see well due to the lights pointed at you.

“Ran, you’re an idiot. Next time don’t pay with your card,” and that voice belonged to Kokonoi, which means the other two must be Kakucho and Takeomi.

“The fuck, Koko? Why did-” Ran got interrupted by the long-haired man.

“Because I can!” Kokonoi let out.

“That doesn't explain how you knew Y/N was with us!” Rindou’s hands reached for yours and gave it a little squeeze.

“You got her Ramune! You two don’t like carbonated drinks anymore!” Kokonoi was really into this verbal discussion.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Koko!” You intervened—happy that Kokonoi remembered so many details. You always thought he didn’t care. And another detail to take in was that he was here.

Your voice sent Kokonoi into a nervous breakdown; he fastly went into the vehicle, forgetting his prior dispute. Overlooking the silver-haired man, Sanzu’s killer intentions were back after hearing you. His intent was directed towards the pair standing in front of you. “Y/N, come here. And let us have a nice chat with Ran and Rindou.”

You weren’t dumb. You knew that Ran and Rindou weren’t in good terms with everyone right now and that it has something to do with you going with them. They didn’t really took you against your will and you didn’t want them in the receiving end of Sanzu’s gun. So you did what you thought was right.

Pushing your way in between the brothers, you stood facing the four other men. Ran and Rindou tried to push you back, only for you to swat their hands away. “Le- Rindou!” you shoved his hand down, “let me handle this!” you whispered-shouted at the two.

Kokonoi’s head peeked from the car’s window. Seeing you try to hide two big men behind your small form was hilarious.

“Y/N, I don’t think-” began the older Haitani.

“Look, they don’t-” at the same time, the purplenette said.

“Shush!” You didn't even turn around; besides, they should have more faith in you.

“Great Y/N, now walk here!” Kakucho lowered his gun as soon as he saw you standing there.

“No!” you refused.

“What do you mean by no?!” Sanzu didn't have the patience nor the brain cells to discern anything right now.

“Young lady, come here!” Takeomi was about to go there and get you himself. Today wasn't an easy day for him.

“No!” you shouted again. You heard Rindou try to conceal his laughter and Ran hitting his brother in the side. “This getaway was my idea! And lower your gun, Sanzu! Don’t be unreasonable!”

“That’s not true!” Kokonoi shouted from the window.

“Koko, shut up!” The two loud voices behind almost made you stumble.

“I am being reasonable!” Sanzu shouted back.

“Can you all go fight somewhere else!?! You’re scaring the customers!” The store’s employee appeared with a broom in hand. Everyone stood there, not knowing how to react to the sudden intrusion.

“Oh, sorry, yeah, we- we’ll move,” you responded. The young man went back inside, not sparing a single glance to all the guns and very suspicious men.

“What does he mean by customers?” grumbled Ran.

“Yeah, there's not a single soul out here,” Takeomi commented, “now, he is the one being unreasonable.”

Kakucho lowered his head in shame while Sanzu looked offended.

-

The way back was another battle. Sanzu wanted you on his car, Kokonoi disapproved, saying that why him. Then Kakucho and Takeomi argued that you should go with them and used that Takeomi almost died twice as an argument.

“I almost died!” said the older man.

“But you didn't!” Rindou countered.

Meanwhile, you refused to leave the Haitani brothers’ side. So you ended up sitting with them at the back of Takeomi’s car as Kakucho took Ran’s.

“Why?” Takeomi asked, breaking the silence in the vehicle. “Why won’t you leave them?” The question was sincere and didn’t have an ounce of hostility on it.

“I don’t want any of you to hurt them… and I don’t want them to hurt any of you….” you didn't hesitate with your answer, but it did take a lot from you to respond. After all, it was the truth. A heavy one at that. It wasn't only you acknowledging their capabilities or intentions, but yourself accepting that you cared for them. All of them.

Such a heavy statement didn't go unnoticed by the three men in the car.

“That did it,” you confusedly turned toward Ran. Before you could comprehend what he meant, you had his lips on yours. His lips were warm—moved slowly against your scared lips. It wasn't his usual demanding kiss; somehow, you felt Ran aimed to reciprocate your words but with actions—almost... thanking you.

You weren't given a second to breathe as Rindou pulled your head in his direction, connecting your mouth to his awaiting lips. You felt Rindou sigh in contempt as soon as his skin touched yours. Just like with his brother, you didn't know where to put your hands, not until you felt his fingers open your fist and place your hand on his chest. “You’re so good to us,” you felt Rindou’s heart go into erratic beats.

“I’m not complaining, just—just don't do anything more than kissing on my car,” Takeomi would have jumped through the window if it was someone else in his back seat.

“Wanna have a go? Let Rindou drive,” suggested Ran.

“Okay,” that was all it took to convince Takeomi.

Rindou, now in the driver's seat, was looking for a good song to drive with on the radio. Trying to ignore your whines as you sat on Takeomi’s lap, squirming when his lips traveled to your neck.

“Oh! Rindou! That's a good song! Leave that one on!” Ran pointed out.

-

“Oh, those bastards! Why is the car rocking!?!” Sanzu observed from his car.

-

Meanwhile, Mochi glanced over to Mikey, both sitting on a plane on their way back home.

“So, will you do anything to those two?” askes Mochi. Not too long, Sanzu had informed them about your retrieval.

“No,” Mikey had also spoken with Takeomi on that matter, “for now.”

Mochi feared for the Haitani’s fate.

Fun facts:

Takeomi and Kakucho were settling scores with a growing gang in the area that was messing with Bonten’s canals. But once Sanzu called about your unknown location. They killed everyone. Bonten’s footmen executed even the ones that weren't present.

Once you got home, with multiple new hickeys, the Haitani Brothers were on cleaning duty at your place. Under Koko’s watchful eye.

Sanzu pulled you aside, only to leave marks of his own on your thighs.

Kakucho called for a shower with you, which turned into a very wet make-out session. Nothing more.

Kokonoi “reluctantly” dressed you up for bed, saying that you should be tired, so there is no other choice for him other than to help you.

Both of you fell asleep on the couch.

Takeomi picked you up just in time to see Mikey arriving from the airport.

Yes, everyone was still mad and tense, but because Takeomi told them about your real intentions, they let it slide. (for now)

#omificstags #omi.dih #bonten x reader #tokyorev #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi takeomi #kakucho hitto #kokonoi hajime #ran haitani #rindou Haitani #sano mikey manjiro #mochizuki kanji #reverse harem #tokyo revengers fluff #humor #funny

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DIH | Confidence looks good on you

Bonten x F!Reader | 2.2k+ Words

Warnings: Sitcome 😌, crackfic, semi-nakedness, suggestive, humor, possessiveness 👀, nonsense xD, doe gets a confidence boost, Senju. Not edited, no beta.

A/N: I’m trying a new format for long answers :D

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, thinking of the many different ways this could go wrong.

“Yeah, it will be fine, don't worry,” she showed you a reassuring smile that didn't help much in soothing your nerves.

“Senju, I don’t know,” Why was it so hard? Her brother had seen you in less, “what if Sanzu doesn’t like… something?”

“See? You don’t even know what he wouldn’t like because you know he loves you,” the truth was simple. Still, you had a weird feeling about this.

“But-”

“No buts! Go! Peace offering, go!” and off you were, with a task in mind. To convince Sanzu to spend some family time with his siblings.

As you walked into the Bonten building, you ignored a minor detail. The issue wasn’t going to be Sanzu not liking the surprise Senju was sending him, but if the surprise even arrives at its destiny. Because as soon as a pair of purple orbs saw your legs cross the entrance, his pants tightened.

Rindou forgot what he was doing downstairs; something about retrieving important paperwork. That didn’t matter right now, though; your bare legs and high heels… Rindou followed you like a moth to a flame. It took him less than a minute to reach you; after all, Rindou did run to you, not giving a single fuck if someone saw a Bonten executive running like a mad man.

You never saw Rindou coming, but you felt his grip on your elbow, turning you around and…

“Rindou, no!” You clapped your hand on his lips, knowing full well that if he kissed you now, you wouldn’t be able to find Sanzu. Taking advantage of the surprise your action caused him, you freed your elbow and ran towards the elevator as fast as you could master with high heels on.

“Y/N, come back here!” Rindou was chasing you, and by miracle, someone held the elevator’s doors open for you. Just before the youngest Haitani could reach you, the elevator’s doors closed on his face. Rindou was left banging on the metal doors.

“Why were you running away from Rindou?” A familiar rough voice made you jump; cursing under your breath, you spun around, and there he stood in all his naked-chest-glory, Kakucho.

As you were about to answer, you noticed his cheeks reddening, and his eye skimmed through your body. “What-” a cold breeze hit your exposed abdomen, and you could guess what made Kakucho blush. You suspected the fast movement from the chase resulted in the belt loosening and, well, this. “To be fair, you’re always shirtless,” you said as you gave your back to him and tried to fix your... outfit.

Giving your back? Wrong move. “That explains Rindou’s maniac chase,” two large hands held yours, stopping your movements, “I take this isn't meant for him, then,” Kakucho’s left hand went inside the coat, sensing the heat of his palm on your stomach your body recoiled in hopes of getting some distance from his scalding touch. Your back hit his hard chest, and you knew that if you didn't stop him right now, you'd end up being split open against the elevator’s cold metal walls. Kakucho could lift you so effortlessly—cock so deep....

“Stop, stop, stop,” you didn't know if you said that to yourself or the wandering hands under your coat, “this is not for you either,” you said, prying off his hands and fastly fastening your belt. You felt him deflate behind you. Thinking about it, giving your back was a good idea because you knew that behind you stood a sad puppy-looking Kakucho, and as soon as you saw his pleading face, you would break.

“Lucky bastard,” even if you two weren't doing anything, Kakucho didn't move an inch away from you; he wouldn’t touch but good it was hard to stay away knowing what lays under that coat. And just before he could say anything else, the doors opened, revealing a busy-looking Kokonoi, scanning some thin notebook and... Ran? Was that Ran behind that pile of papers?

“Are we interrupting?” Kokonoi said as he looked up.

“No...” of course, he didn't believe that. Not when Kakucho was practically cornering you in an empty elevator. The latter, looking very flustered.

“Don’t care, Koko, get the fuck in,” Ran practically groaned from the weight of the documents he was carrying, “fucking Rindou, disappearing, leaving me with all-” Ran kept cursing at his brother as he and Kokonoi stepped in.

“Stop that elevator!” you froze; you knew where that scream came from, or more like from whom it came from. You peeked outside of the metal door and saw a disheveled-looking Rindou who seemed to have taken the emergency stairs of the building, and he saw your head pop out of the machine, “Y/N!!! I wanna see what’s under that coat!!!!”

Seeing Rindou approach you like a maniac, crazed look on, you shivered and frantically bolted inside. Your finger continuously smashed the closing-door button on the panel, and once again, metal doors met the younger haitani’s nose.

“Do I wanna know?” asked Kokonoi.

“Probably no,” Kakucho responded.

“Well, I do,” Ran wanted to see what his brother meant, “Kakucho, hold the papers for a second.”

“Kaku-chan! Do not hold the papers!” you whirled around, knowing how the eldest Haitani would react. Kakucho stood in the middle of you and Ran, bickering back and forth. Ran’s head was barely visible from the side of the tower of papers.

“Ran, for the last time, no!” You said.

“What are you? His owner?” Ran countered.

“Yes!” you said without thinking, fueled by the heat of the discussion, “And yours! And yours too!” You pointed at Kokonoi and Ran. Three men were shocked. If you looked closer, you could have seen steam scaping their ears. Brains had shut down.

“Ah fuck, you can’t say something like that... Out of nowhere,” Kakucho looked up, taking big gulps of air, trying to calm his heart. Kokonoi retracted to a corner; he was agitated, cheeks red, pulse-quickening.

Ran Haitani could no longer take it. Letting go of the big pile of documents, he stalked up to you. Papers flew everywhere in the elevator; in any normal circumstances, Kokonoi would have scolded Ran, but he, too, was curious. And the latter could not get out of the earlier revelation; your voice still resonated in his head.

The little confidence you had fled as soon as you held eye contact with purple orbs. Mischief sparkled in Ran’s eyes; you looked like a deer caught in headlights—big doe eyes looking at the menace of a man in front of you.

And for the last time today, metal doors saved your ass from a Haitani. They opened, and you flew out. Never in your life had you thought you would be running in only a coat and underwear in a million-dollar building. Ran followed after you.

Kokonoi and Kakucho glanced at each other, and they simultaneously exited the elevator, chasing after you too.

“What is under the coat?” Asked Kokonoi, already on Ran’s heels.

“Lace underwear!” Kakucho’s voice reached not only Kokonoi but Ran too. The eldest Haitani roared at the new information, frustration filling his gut; he was so close to you back in the elevator.

The perk of being the boss is that nobody questions their actions, even when stampeding after someone. And the same applied to you, the one who is dating them, all of them.

You couldn't run like this; the heels were killing you; they weren't meant to be used in a high-speed pursuit. In a flash, you took them off and without thinking, a common action of yours lately, you threw them at the closes man, Ran.

“Don’t throw your shoes at me!” screamed the eldest Haitani

“Stop chasing me then!” You retorted, internally wishing for a way out of this predicament. Sanzu better say yes.

Salvation comes in many different forms. In your case, in the form of Kanji Mochizuki, who was standing in the middle of the hall, minding his own business. The big man saw your panicked face and the three men running after you. No words were exchanged; there was no need. Mochi knew you needed help, so he charged after your pursuers.

Kakucho stopped dead in his tracks, perceiving the outcome if they clashed, but a new body joined in his place. Rindou had caught up. That didn't change Mochi’s objective. The next thing he did, left you speechless. You couldn't believe how Mochi seized the three men. Ran, Rindou, and Kokonoi in the middle; the three were tackled by Mochi; four bodies hit the ground, and Kakucho stood there watching as the men he worked with for so long were wrestling on the floor.

“Mochi, let me go!!” Screamed Kokonoi, his white-silver hair was a mess, some covering Ran’s face and Rindou pulling it as the latter tried to push Mochi.

“I’m sorry!” You shouted, not looking back as you turned a corner, making your way towards the emergency stairs.

Only two floors left, and you would reach Sanzu’s office. Why the hell was Sanzu in his office, he rarely stayed there, and just when you needed him the most, the pinknette had to be on the last floor.

“Fucking Sanzu,” you wanted nothing more than to rest. Why did this day seem to be so complicated?

“Language,” the sudden voice behind you made you stumble, barely holding on to the handrails.

“Takeomi? Oh my god, I almost passed out,” the man carried a cigarette, standing near the railings was the eldest Akashi sibling, “aren’t there areas for smoking in the building?” you pointed out.

“Here is more... peaceful,” or it used to be because as soon as Takeomi said that, you heard Rindou scream your name, “I’m gonna guess this has something to do with Senju’s plan?” You nodded, “go, I’ll distract him,” Takeomi gave one lass drag to his cigarette before dropping the white cylinder—his expensive shoe stepping on it. Takeomi knew the younger haitani had an advantage, but he wasn't looking for a win; Takeomi just needed to give you time.

“Thank you!!” and off you were once again.

It took you less than you expected to reach your destination. Almost making the door fly off its hinges, you saw Sanzu sitting on his desk, literally on the table, “Sanzu!!” your hands flew towards your belt, “Sanzu!” Barefoot, you quickened your pace.

“Y/N?” the pinknette was happy to see you, but what were you doing? “Sweetcheeks, what’s wrong? Weren't you with Senju to-” Sanzu was cut short; he couldn't mutter a single word after he saw what was inside your coat. This was unprecedented; you were always so... shy... but this was good, this was more than good. Was he dreaming?

“Just take your peace offering before any of the others do,” you tossed the coat away, walking in as if you owned the place; in a way, you did own it. You owned them.

Sanzu kept blinking, not believing you just walked in, throwing your clothes, lace underwear on, only for him. He was sure he hadn’t taken any pills today; hallucinations were impossible. You were walking too fast; his reaction was too slow.

“So?” you felt a pinch of uncertainty; was it too much? Did Sanzu not like it? “Sanzu!?” You poked his shoulder, and it was like you flipped a switch; in a blink of an eye, your back hit the surface of the desk, blue eyes swirled with desire.

“Couldn't you have waited after the meeting?” The pink-haired man breathed in your neck, hands roaming your exposed figure.

-

“Can someone explain what’s going on?” Mikey asked, looking around at his executives. The scheduled meeting was not going as he had planned. Nobody was paying attention to anything. Kokonoi’s hair was a mess, Takeomi held a pack of ice on his left eye, Ran and Mochi seemed to be in the middle of a staredown, Kakucho had Rindou tied down, and... “Why is Y/N in her underwear on Sanzu’s lap?!”

“Told you I should have kept the coat!” you smacked Sanzu’s chest.

“No, I like to show you off,” Sanzu was proudly nestling you in his arms—big hands pressing you against him.

“Stop squeezing her ass!” Rindou groaned in irritation.

“No,” Sanzu smirked, smacking your ass. A yelp left your lip; The pinknette was digging his own grave. Death was a pretty decent future by the looks the rest of the men were throwing his way.

Fun Facts!

- Kakucho was coming behind Rindou, and Takeomi asked for his help. The deal was that he also gets invited to the Akashi’s family time because apparently, you were going too.

- Mikey did not like that Sanzu had a special gift. He was pouting like a child.

- Mikey was not amazed by Kakucho having Rindou tied up. That was the most normal of it all.

- Mochi felt bad for Kokonoi but not about the Haitani brothers. He would seek revenge. Not to mention that Rindou escaped him.

- Senju didn't get a response from Sanzu, which was, in a sense, a yes in her eyes.

- Kokonoi demanded to go shopping with you. He wanted to buy more lace... Everyone agreed.

#omi.dih #bonten x reader #tokyorev fanfiction #tokyo revengers au #Sanzu Haruchiyo x y/n #ran Haitani #sano mikey manjiro #mochizuki kanji #kakucho hitto fluff #Rindou Haitani x you #Kokonoi Hajime #Akashi Takeomi #tr crackfic #humor #omificstags

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Deer in headlights -> Main masterlist

#omi.dih <- tag for all things related to the series

Asks/text/fan theories/drabbles -> Masterlist

Bonten x Reader

Warnings: DIHAU, Reverse harem, canon divergent, smut, fluff, humor, crackfic, angst, jealousy, Bonten simps, possessiveness, this is a place where anything is possible 😔 (almost).

Important: Not everything here is canon to my AU. I don’t take requests, but if your ask makes me go uwu pew pew pam baw brrrr 🥺💕😤 you’ll see it here!

How they spend money on you

The first time Bonten bought clothes for Y/N

They take care of you when sick

Koko’s hair

Revenge on them, asses

Bonten and ASOUE part1

Massages and menaces

Bananas

What happened after the Photobooth at the office?

Attention seekers

A twisted game night

Not a bowl

How do you tell someone you’re dating 7 dudes

An ace under your sleeve

Dress pants make you pant

Ran keeps mistaking Kakucho’s unconscious form, and this time, you witness it all

That one time they let you walk alone

Mikey makes you sigh really loud

Bonten & Crafts

The secret agenda of a man-child

Bowling Alley

If they had powers like in MHA

How do you lose a watermel0on

Bonten’s “I’m just a civilian” starter pack

The best Akashi sibling

Blessed be your boobs MDNI

A good intention

Deer in headlights (Taylor’s version)

Confidence looks good on you

Lady boner

When sleeplessness never comes

Cheeking if their dicks are still pretty

Under the mistletoe with Mochi

A tit job

Tokyo traffic

#omi.dih #omi.masterlist #bonten x reader #omi.thirst #tokyorev smut fluff angst #tw reverse harem #tokyo revengers x y/n #tr x you #tw toxic relationship #sano mikey manjiro x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #kokonoi hajime x reader #akashi takeomi x reader #mochizuki kanji

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Deer in headlights | Short Stories: Of scars and festivals

Bonten x Reader | 1.6k+ words

Warnings: this is pure fluff vomit :P, jealousy, foul language, the usual, not edited, mediocre writing spelling grammar yadayadayada. This takes place in the beginning stages of their relationship.

“What do you think he’s trying to do?” bitterly chuckled Takeomi, looking at some stupid asshole trying to make conversation with you as you waited in the line of the Yakisoba-pan stand.

“Poor bastard” Kakucho couldn't help but actually pity the man. You were clearly uncomfortable, not because of the man there, but because you knew who was watching. And you knew how they tend to react.

“You two, behave. We’re in plain daylight.” Kokonoi wasn't in the mood to be bribing anyone today, especially if Ran and Rindou couldn't control themselves. “At least wait,” he didn't say no to teach the guy not to mess with what belongs to them, but right now wouldn't be enjoyable, and too many eyewitnesses.

“Yeah, don’t act like anyone here isn’t holding back from blowing his head,” Kakucho added, seeing as the Haitani were already on their feet, ready to pounce.

“Looks like someone isn’t,” their boss pointed out. Mikey didn't say no, so Sanzu had quietly marched up there with a cold stare.

What is worse than an extremely go happy Sanzu or a mad one? Believe it or not, the neutral Sanzu is the scariest. As some people say, the opposite of love isn't hate but indifference. And that is precisely how Sanzu behaved. Worry when his eyes are drained from all color, just like they are right now.

Of course, you weren't worried about yourself. The one in danger was the idiotic man trying to play casanova in front of you. But still, it was a very crowded place and in the middle of the day? Sanzu shouldn't be making a scene. Even if the police didn't have any concrete evidence on them, the cops would take any chance to have Bonten number 2 for a second on one of their interrogation rooms. And to be honest, Sanzu wasn't going to have an amicable chat with the man in his sight.

“Let’s go, Kakucho,” Takeomi lazily stood up, “My foolish brother will find a way to make Y/N’s day out go to hell, and we don't want that.”

“Sure, but why me?” Kakucho thought someone like Rindou would go, not them, knowing how Sanzu and the younger Haitani got along.

“The scars speak for themselves; that's all we need,” Takeomi pulled a smoke out of his pocket before walking where you and Sanzu stood. Takeomi wasn't called the god of war for nothing. One of the best strategies for winning any fight is never to start it at all. Declare yourself the winner from the beginning. Since there wasn't any competition to begin with, why bother with more?

“We’re doing that?” Kakucho knows this plan. Done it countless times with the Aakashi brothers in different situations; most were just intimidation cases for drug deals, not a scoundrel. Kakucho hurried his step, seeing how you tried to distract Sanzu from his target. It would have been humorous in any other circumstance, you clinging to the pinknette’s shooting arm, trying to stop Sanzu from reaching his holster, almost looking like q monkey on a pole.

A couple of minutes earlier.

You couldn't believe they sent Sanzu of all the men available sitting on that table. You knew it was most likely Mikey’s indirect order, that and they all being pissed at the stupid idiot still attempting to woo you. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve turned him down, even with a strong shut your trap phrase. He just didn't get it.

You didn't realize when Sanzu reached your side, but a cold shiver ran down your spine when you looked up at him. A murderous aura surrounded the pink-haired man. “Do you need something with my girl?” Ignoring the sparks in your belly at the words he used to describe you, you noticed that his voice was void of emotions as a hand rested on the small of your back. This didn't smell good; Sanzu was too calm.

The movement of his arm caught your eye; you knew where it was heading, his gun holster. As fast as you could, you clung to his arm, almost wrapping your legs to his waist; he stumbled a little. That took Sanzu by surprise, and he blinked, kind of lost in your attempts to stop him.

“Look, man, I think you are the one interrupting here,” Was this imbecile suicidal!? How dense can you be!? You internally screamed at his stupidity. That didn't even make sense. Didn't this brute see how you were literally dangling from Sanzu’s torso?

And as if your internal prayers for help were answered, Kakucho and Takeomi appeared.

“Is there a problem here?” Takeomi’s rough voice made the unknown man jump on his place.

Seeing as the man stood petrified, Kakucho tried to shake him up. “You should go,” calmly spoke Kakucho, but a warning tone was still very much present. Meanwhile, Takeomi took out a lighter for his cigarette.

The man seemed lost and probably blurted out the first thought that came to his mind, “What is she to you anyway,” but this time, there was a tremble in his voice, and his eyes didn't look straight into any of your companions’.

“My girl,” answered Kakucho and Takeomi simultaneously; it was like a natural response. A strange sensation filled your chest; it was warm. It was the first time they acknowledged what you were to them in public and to someone else. A whole zoo was currently inhabiting your stomach.

The unknown man seemed to realize the situation he was in. Kind of late, but still, the realization hit him like a bucket of cold water. Their posture, their eyes, their essence itself screamed danger. The unknown man felt like he could die any minute; his eyes couldn't help look at their scars like he didn't have control over his actions.

If there weren't that many people, you would have jumped in excitement. It was amazing how not a single word was exchanged between them, but Sanzu already knew what the other two were doing. Having three very intimidating men staring you down does work because no one second went by, and the idiot ran away without saying anything. But not before Sanzu being his petty self, bumped shoulders with him.

Now, the four of you made your way back to the table. You climbed down from Sanzu, who didn't want to let you down at first, but Kakucho intervened.

“Why are you smiling so much?” A laughing Takeomi commented as he saw you all bubbly walking with them. You weren't hiding your happiness after all, “are sanzu’s sadistic tendencies beginning to rub on you?” Sanzu and Kakucho chuckled at that last comment. As if—both thought.

You shook your head, “nop,” and you smiled even more, “it’s just that,” a tiny laugh left your lips as your cheeks reddened, “you called me yours. I liked it,” that innocent honesty is your weapon, and Takeomi, Sanzu, and Kakucho know how dangerous of a wielder you are. The three men abruptly stopped in their tracks. You questioningly eyed them; it looked like their brains stopped working for a second. You were about to poke Kakucho when suddenly you were being lifted from the floor. “Sanzu! Put me down!” you squealed,

“Only if you say that again,” the blue color was back in his eyes, and it held a spark of mischief in them.

“Okay, okay, but put me down first!” even the tip of your ears was bright red, “People are staring.” You whispered.

“Don’t think so,” smugly added Takeomi, “I also want to hear you say that again, Sanzu keep her up.”

“Kaku-chan! Help!” But Bonten’s number 3 didn't comply; on the contrary, a smirk appeared on his face, indicating he agreed with the other two. “Okay, you are meanies,” you pouted in hopes of appeasing them, but all efforts were futile. They still waited for your answer. “I- I like being yours,” you bashfully looked away.

“And we love calling you ours, now, say it with our names,” demand Takeomi.

“Takeomi!!” You squirmed in Sanzu’s arms.

Sadly, you didn't understand how important that statement of yours was. A statement of acceptance. It represented how much your relationship had advanced and how comfortable you felt with them. Accidentally giving them words of affirmation was such a you-thing to do. If they were protective before, you had no idea what you just unleashed.

Meanwhile, at the table

“This is so unfair; look at them; all lovey-dovey.” The younger Haitani didn't understand why he felt that way, and it just infuriated him more.

“Rindou, shut up,” and in a similar emotional situation sat Kokonoi.

“You know, Y/N does like you, Rindou,” Mikey munched on a chocolate-covered banana, “She’s not one of your whores; you need to keep at an arm’s length.”

“It’s called jealousy, Rindou,” popped in Mochi after bringing shaved ice from a near stand, “that sour face you’re making.”

“Listen, why don't we help Sanzu with whatever he has planned for that son of a bitch from earlier, and then we see what we can do with our little lamb,” proposed Ran to his brother, seeing that he was about to explode.

“How do you-” Kokonoi began to ask Ran.

“I saw Sanzu taking that bastard’s wallet, I suppose for an address,” darkly chuckled Ran, “we all know that wouldn't end there.”

“Did he?” Kokonoi was impressed with Sanzu’s behavior lately, “Sanzu is keeping his composure, that is a sight to see.”

“Of course he is,” Mikey added, “wouldn't want to scare our dear Y/N just yet.”

A/N: I find it hilarious how Y/N doesn't worry about herself or someone else that can die, but she goes and worries for the last person(Sanzu) she should be worrying about. Jandidkskdks

#bonten x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #akashi takeomi x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindo #kanji mochizuki #ran haitani x reader #sano mikey Manjiro x reader #omi.dih #omificstags #tokyorev #kokonoi hajime x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fanfiction #imagine #scenarios

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Deer in headlights | Part 1: meeting Sano Manjiro

Pairing: Bonten x Fem Reader

Tokyo Revengers Bonten Alt Univers | canon divergent

Warnings: mentions of blood, decisions you shouldn't make IRL, this is fiction. CLICK ON MY RULES BEFORE ASKING ANYTHING!

You should have known better. That is what you keep telling yourself as you walk across the busy streets of Tokyo's nightlife. Drunk people are stumbling here and there; some are trying to get home while others are looking for another place to keep their night going.

As always, you couldn't say no to someone in need, and your boss had his daughter's birthday today, so you offered to stay and close the restaurant after everyone was gone. You had to check inventory, earnings of the day, wait for some delivery, and then restock. When you finished everything, it was past midnight. No subway lines, so that meant you had to take a taxi.

So that is where you are now, phone dead and unable to call a cab, in the streets of a buzzing Tokyo night.

Not even one taxi had the available sign turned on. You were beginning to worry. But all your worries were thrown out of the window when you saw a white-haired man bleeding and about to get hit by a vehicle. Your body moved on its own. You tackled the man before the car could hit him. He must have been in pretty bad shape because as soon you both hit the ground, he passed out.

Fantastic, you thought. Giving him a better inspection, you saw a tattoo on the back of his neck and noticed that from some part of his middle section, the blood kept flowing, and that couldn't be a good sign either. You didn't even know where the wound was! A panicking side of you was about to take over.

“No, no, no, no. Breathe! He needs help,” you said to none in particular but yourself.

Your rational side was telling you to dump him there or leave him at a hospital, but sometimes you took the dumbest choices. In your defense, the wound and the tattoo screamed gang, yakuza, a crime syndicate! And you didn't want anyone hunting you for selling one of those guys to the authorities, or that is what you told yourself.

You don't know why exactly, but there was some kind of pull that convinced you to help him.

God knows where you had the strength to lift him, and it looks like luck was on your side since not a second later, you hailed a taxi and gave the driver your address.

Not so far from where you found the white-haired man, an emergency meeting by Bonten, Tokyo's worst crime organization higher-ups, began.

“Any news? Where is Mikey?!!!” screamed a very pissed-off Sanzu. After kicking a table at the hotel’s top floor.

“No sir” came from the two lackeys that just entered the place. Two shots fired, and the thud of the bodies falling to the floor echoed in the room. Sanzu’s gun now was missing two bullets.

“You know, killing our men won't bring our boss back any faster” the word came from Takeomi as he took another cigarette between his lips.

“I can't believe you lost the boss, Sanzu!” mocked the younger Haitani; not soon after, the older brother followed with a laugh.

“Shut up, both of you.” Kakucho was not in the mood for their teasing behavior, and he didn't want to deal with fights right now.

“I’m sure Mikey is fine. We’ll see him walk through the door any minute,” confidently commented Kokonoi.

Well, that was three days ago. Things weren't looking good for Bonten’s tops members since their boss was nowhere to be found, and as for you... Let’s say you were kind of living with a corps, or so you thought.

He wasn't exactly a dead person. You always checked his breathing, and he was in a deep sleep on your bed for the last three days or so. You’ve gone to your classes, work, grocery shopping, and even went out of your way to buy some clothes for your guest(?), but he hasn't woken up. You’ve been in this kind of sleep coma after finals and days without sleep, so you told yourself to give it time.

“Honestly, what am I thinking? What am I doing?!” you mumbled to yourself as you sat on your couch.

“I would like to know that,” said a rough voice behind you, and a cold object pressed to your neck. You froze; nothing passed through your mind. Breathing? Blinking? What is that? “Listen carefully because I won't repeat myself. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” your response was barely audible; if he weren't so close to your head, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

“Where am I? Who do you work for?” He didn't sound angry or lost, and that is what scared you. He was calm... Relaxed.

“A-at my apartment a-and I-you we-were” you took a breath; that is not how you sounded at all, and it pissed you off. Why were you so nervous.

“You what?” he still didn't sound hangry more as surprised.

“I work for Mr. Fukada at his restaurant,” you finished and the you tensed. Oh god, no! You gave Mr. Fukada’s name to a stranger, you thought.

He hummed as a response, and although the knife wasn't pressed at your neck anymore, he still had it resting on your chest.

“Do you know who I am?”

“How am I supposed to know? You are behind me” there was a thought that came to your mind “Wait! I don't know who or what you want, but please don't hurt the guy on my bed, please. He's hurt and probably needs help! Just, please, don't- don't hurt him.” the mare thought of him in pain made you feel pressure on your chest.

“What?” He couldn't believe his ears.

“Look, I don't have money here, and I have little to nothing of value, and I-”

He began to laugh. Why was he laughing... Your first thought was that you had a maniac on your back. Fantastic.

You felt movement and a body plopped next to you on your small couch. You knew better (not really), and you kept your gaze on the ground. The less you knew, the better it was for you. No face, no crime.

But sadly for you, this person didn't share your thoughts. He held your chin and made you look at his eyes, those eyes that seemed almost... dead. Oh!?! He’s the white-haired dude! You thought. For some reason, you were happy to see him awake. He, on the other hand, saw the look on your eyes change from scared to delight. There was a sparkle in them... What is that sparkle?

“How did I get here?” He inquired with a more casual tone.

“You were bleeding in the street and a car was about to run you over so I kind of pushed you...-” you apologetically replied. “Hmm yeah, I didn't mean to tackle you, but it was me or the car,” you added, feeling the object, which was probably one of your kitchen knives, move from your body to the coffee table.

“How long was I out?” He still didn't change his expression, but he spoke a little less hostile than before, according to you.

“About... Two... Hmmm, three days counting today” his eyes, for the first time, assumed a worried look.

“I’m using your phone. Don't move,” he ordered.

You could hear some parts of his conversation, such as I'm alright, then kind of reassuring the other person on the phone and telling them he’ll be back soon. After some more chatting, he came back to the couch.

“So Y/N hmm? College student, a part-time job and single,” he emphasized that last word as he stared at the roof, “I guess you don't know who I am and what you got yourself into”

“What do you mean?” Now you are lost and kind of mad since he knew things about yourself.

Evading your question, he continued. “You did a decent job with the wound, so I'm grateful for that” he still didn't move his gaze from the roof.

“Really? I followed a youtube tutorial,” you proudly commented. Forgetting what you had asked before those statements.

That earned you another laugh from the man beside you. But it wasn't a mocking one; it was more of a real and pleased/surprised one.

“Why?”

“Why what? The tutorial?” you fastly replayed.

“No, why did you help me?” He looked straight at you, and if it weren't for you nervously pulling at the hem of your shirt, you would have believed you were naked in his eyes.

“I don't understand your question” you honestly responded and he believed you. Something in his gut told him so, and your eyes were the complete opposite of his. “I don't need a reason for helping someone keep breathing! Or in your case, not getting run over...”

“I’m sorry” he replied with a huff of air after he said that.

“What? Why? No! I'm fine, and so are you, right?” You smiled at the stranger that you kept in your house for three days.

“That’s not what I meant” he moved so close to your face that your breathing stopped out of surprise. “I am truly sorry. I like that look in your eyes, and” a hand moved to your cheek and made you held his heavy gaze, “and I intend to keep you and your shining doe eyes for myself.”

“You really must have slammed your head against the concrete, hard,” you honestly said, and again, he laughed.

“Whatever you say, doe.” he went back to his previous position on the couch, although his body appeared a hundred times more comfortable. “But you really don’t know who I am,” he stated.

“Should I?” you were afraid you could come off as rude.

“Look up Bonten on your phone” again; he used that commanding tone. And, of course, you followed him without a second thought.

On your phone’s screen, there are hundreds of news articles about a criminal organization, and one had pictures of them leaving a club. There you saw it, the back of his head and the tattoo. It’s him.

“Oh, so you are part of this Bonten group,” you casually commented after leaving your phone on the table. “That explains the situation when I met you,” there was it again, that calm demeanor when someone else would have been freaking out! Calling the police or, worst!

Mikey was expecting rejection or even terror but what happened next left him speechless.

Suddenly you gasped. “I’m so sorry! You could have been killed if I was followed or worst!” there was that panic he kind of expected, but for a completely different reason.

“The hell you talking about?” the white-haired man had never met someone so... someone so selfless? Were you dumb?

“Your part of the top branch or something, right? You were in danger here!”

“Not precisely, But why are you worried about me? Hmmm, I bet earlier you were panicking not because I had you at knifepoint but because you gave me your boss’ last name. Am I right?”

“yes?” How did he know?

“Thinking about it, I don’t like being in debt with someone, so in exchange for your strange kindness, I’m staying a couple of more days with you.”

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t know if my house is enough and-”

“You are a danger to yourself, doe. You worry about the wrong things.” He said with a laugh. I haven’t had this much fun in ages. He thought

Mikey even found strange how fast you trusted a complete stranger that had your neck almost sliced and who has connections to the crime world of Japan. You were a danger left alone.

“Call me Manjiro,” he spoke once more.

“I’m y/n,” you responded with a smile.

“I know,” he half-smiled

“How rude” you huffed

#bonten x reader #omi.dih #omificstags #tokyorev #sano mikey manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tr fluff

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: Dream a little dream of me

Bonten x Reader | 1.4K+ words

Warnings: Angst .-. yeah… | suggestive(?), Blood, violence, death, implied drug use, turned kinda funny, I can’t write angst to save my life, no beta and not edited. Grammar/spelling mistakes, I SUFFERED SO YALL BETTER READ 😭😭 why is angst so hard to write. have your age in your blogs visible

Sum: Sanzu being Sanzu, is always a mess. But sometimes, that could affect everyone around him. And Mistakes. Mistakes can cost more than what you are willing to give.

Requested a million years ago by @rositabluemoon 💕🫂💕 (I don’t do requests)

As always, Bonten now hangs out at your place. Everyone was doing their thing, scattered around the couches, except for two people, who had been at the kitchen counter for half an hour.

“Sanzu, for the last time, stop leaving pills unlabeled!” Koko was helping the pinknette with his messy pockets. Kokonoi had a headache and asked for painkillers, only for Sanzu to spill from his pocket countless little tablets and some white dust on the table.

“My bad,” the pinknette felt terrible; he knows how bad Koko’s headaches can get. Luckily for them, they had almost all the pills now in labeled little bottles. “Let me get you some water,” Sanzu walked towards the fridge.

“Where is Y/N? She hasn't come out in a while,” Ran asked as he looked around, searching for you.

“Taking a bath,” Mikey said from the couch, legs up in the air and head on a comfy pillow.

“It’s been a while. Should I go check?” Kakucho asked with concern. Mikey was about to dismiss the idea when a scream broke the peace in the room—your scream, to be exact, followed by the sound of glass being shattered. Not a second passed, and the men in the room moved. Mikey, Sanzu, Rindou, and Takeomi guns out as Ran and Kakucho pursued behind. At the same time, Kokonoi and Mochi checked the entrance.

As soon as they opened the door to your bedroom, their bodies stilled—pools of blood and red imprints of someone's shoes led to the shattered window in the room. The door to your private bathroom was open. Mikey was the first one to react, flying to your bathroom, but all in vain.

He couldn't get in—observing the scene from the door frame. Mikey saw you there; he couldn't move. It was like his head was being pushed underwater; he couldn't breathe. Sanzu, for once, didn't think of Mikey as his boss, pushing the petrified man to the side, entering the room.

“Mikey? What hap-” Koko came running when he heard his boss scream, a hollow scream. The noise was filled with excruciating pain that Koko left Mochi behind. But Mikey didn't register his own actions nor how Kokonoi fell on his knees once he saw what lay inside the door frame. Kokonoi didn't notice when his tears began to flow.

Ran roared in anger, running towards the broken window. There was nobody—only the cold air of the night whistling through the tall buildings. His brother—the younger haitani, Rindou left, he ran, he couldn't stand the sight. A third piercing scream haunted the night. The purplenette reached the streets and shot at anything that crossed his path.

Sanzu held your lifeless body in his arms; his whole body shook at the intensity of his cries. The blood flowing from your wounds stained his once clean suit. He kept caressing your face; the wetness of your skin intensified the coldness of it. “Y- yo- you are just taking a bath, right? Baby? Y/N?” Sanzu couldn't accept it. You are just asleep. Trembling, he held your face as he connected his lips to yours once more in hopes of finding that you would return his action. But nothing. Nothing. Just like his heart, there was nothing in it right now.

Kakucho had seen this kind of red before; flashes of his past flooded his mind—his parents, Izana, now... you. You couldn't leave him. Not now. “Please, don’t leave me now, not ever,” Kakucho didn't realize he whispered the same words over and over. As if he were in a trance. Small steps took him towards you as if something pushed him; because he didn't want to see your naked body like that.

Takeomi in all his life in the crime world; no death has ever affected him. Not like this. He saw red; he wanted blood. The ache and burn of his chest were too much. You did nothing wrong other than to love them. The only stain in your pure soul was them. So why? Why do you have to lay there and not them? Why did the bastard that did this took you and not one of them? Takeomi thought to himself as tears streamed down his face. Seeing his brother held your still form broke him.

The last one to know what happened was Mochi. And he saw it. The way your head hung lifeless as Sanzu kept trying to wake you up as if you were sleeping. He didn't see just another body. It was you, the girl that brought light to them, a person he could honestly call a friend. An innocent person paying for their mistakes... Rage, there was nothing but rage in him. “This is all your fault!” His voice echoed in the room and fell like a slap on their faces.

Abruptly everything went black.

Multiple groans could be heard in the living room. It was still dark outside. Everyone groggily woke up with strong headaches drumming in their brains.

“The fuck,” Rindou could have sworn that something had happened... Realization hit him. “Y/N!!!” that also made every other male in the room straighten up.

You were still in the bathtub, less than ten minutes in, when the slam of the door startled you—not understanding what the hell was going on as multiple clothed bodies invaded your bathtub. You saw Rindou and Sanzu deep their expensive suits in as they clashed in attempts to hold you. Mikey jumped in as if it was a pool splashing water everywhere—face against your chest as his arms circled your naked form. Kakucho and Ran weren't far behind trying to pull you out instead of submerging themselves in the floral water of the bathtub. Kokonoi and Takeomi threw every rational thought out as they too attempted to include themselves in the now growing dogpile in the bathroom.

“Okay! Oh my god! Is everything all right?!” You struggled to let out as Mikey didn't lose his hold on you, and Rindou and Sanzu somehow managed to sit on the back, also hugging the hell out of you. A chorus of no’s and don’t leave me’s filled the bathroom. “I would never! What-” your words were cut short as Ran smashed his lips on yours, and then Sanzu pulled your head back also to steal your lips. Rindou didn't want to wait for a turn, so he pushed the pinknette aside—joining his own to yours. You were dizzy with how they handled your head and neck and also preventing your oxygen flow.

“Don’t die, please,” Kakucho kissed your knuckles as his eyes filled with tears, just by remembering the very vivid dream he had. that he also noticed somehow everyone understood...

Mikey was now biting your neck, more like over where he can feel your heartbeats. He kept his mouth and teeth over that patch of skin as his tongue pressed falt on it. The more he sensed your pulse, the more his breathing calmed down.

Suddenly, Takeomi stood from his kneeling position next to Kokonoi, who was fighting for your arm against Ran. “Did you all dream that...”

“Y/N died?” finished Kakucho for him. Everyone stilled. What are the odds? he thought to himself.

When suddenly Kokonoi hit Sanzu in the head, “Sanzu, you idiot! What was that white dust in your pockets!?!” Kokonoi realized Sanzu had been walking and leaving that shit everywhere today.

“Oh...” said the pinknette.

“What do you mean by oh!?!?” Rindou used a headlock on Sanzu as Kakucho went for a towel and not to dry you off.

“Did you drug us?” Ran was about to make Kakucho Bonten number two.

-

Even after the bathtub invasion, you weren't able to move. Mikey holding your left side, Takeomi hugging your right, and Kakucho head on your belly and his body between your legs. Apparently, they were taking turns since Ran, Rindou, and Koko were now doing who knows what in the kitchen. As for Sanzu, let's say he was busy.

“Why is Sanzu tied up in the bathtub!?” Mochi had just arrived from doing his duties of the day when he saw the pinknette wet and with a towel in the mouth.

Kokonoi appeared with a cup of coffee, “leave him there,” and kept walking.

“O- okay,” Mochi closed the bathroom door with an apologetic smile, “Sorry.” Sanzu saw his last hope leave the place.

“Hey, hmm, can I go to the bathroom?” you asked still resting in bed with the other three.

“No!” Every person in the house answered that.

Except for Mochi, who was sitting on the couch, “Hey, what is this white dust?”

“Don’t!!” Ran, Rindou and Kokonoi shouted. Too late, Mochi had already sniffed the particles.

#tokyo revengers angst #humor (?) #tokyorev fluff #akashi takeomi #sanzu haruchiyo #kokonoi hajime #kakucho hitto #ran haitani #omificstags #rindou Haitani #bonten x reader #sano mikey manjiro x reader #mochizuki kanji #tw.blood #tw.drugs #omi.dih

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: You already have your own

Bonten x Reader | Canon divergent | 859 words

Warnings: suggestive themes MDNI. Jealousy(?), idk nothing really, grammar mistakes, Can be read as a stand alone fic. Kind reminder to pls pls read my rules.

You didn't have much experience with men, but you supposed this is not how they should behave. You were never taking Mikey grocery shopping with you ever again. Since the incident with Ran and Rindo, you weren't allowed to go shopping without at least on of them. You’ll ask Mochizuki or... or... Was there no other normal-public-behaving member in Bonten?

Everything began when a child on his mother’s cart began ogling at you. As his mom continue shopping in the same aisle as you two, the real child, not the one besides you, kept his little eyes on you the whole time.

“Isn’t he cute?” you told Mikey as you made little wavy hands to the baby.

“No,” he wasn't having it. Mikey suspected the baby was plotting something.

“Oh, come on, Manjiro,” you pouted, “it’s a baby! Babies are cute.” He didn't answer because he was busy sizing his new enemy. You rolled your eyes at his attitude.

The baby surprised you by throwing things from his cart to the floor, which resulted in you running and picking them up. You and the mom were instantly immersed in a conversation after she thanked you.

You asked about the baby while you wiggled your fingers at him. The little boy quickly grabbed a finger in your hand and began to laugh. You were enamored with the tiny creature.

Mikey didn't like the look on your face; you only were supposed to look at him like that. You felt a murderous aura approaching behind you when suddenly Mikey’s hand came and snatched your finger from the baby.

“Get your own,” he whispered. Did he want to fight a toddler? Was he sulking? “We’re done shopping,” he said as he pulled you away. You apologized to the mom as you waved goodbye.

“Manjiro! Wait! The cart? And the stuff?” You were lost at his scowling face.

“I don’t care,” He walked towards his car in a hurry.

-

Later at Bonten’s Office, you sat with Mikey on a sofa in Kakucho’s office. Mikey, with his face in your neck, hugged you so tight that breathing was becoming a difficult task to do.

“Mikey, you're gonna kill Y/N.” commented with concern Kakucho.

“Yeah, little lady there, be looking blue already,” added Ran as his brother agreed with a nod.

“You know?” You gave a heavy sigh and said, “I want a baby,” with dreamy eyes and a smile on your face.

“What?!” Sanzu stood frozen at the door. Everyone else was just as petrified as Sanzu at your statement.

“No,” mumbled Mikey in your neck.

“But I want one!” you insisted. Making everyone flinch like they've been hit.

“Sweet-cheeks, We can borrow one-” began Sanzu trying to appease the situation.

“No, no, no.” you denied it, “I want my own,”

“That’s it, Mikey let her go; Y/N needs oxygen to function properly,” demanded Kakucho.

“If none here wants to, then I’ll ask Takeomi,” you huffed since none was taking you seriously. You began to try to pray away from Mikey’s grasp.

“Nobody said no!” was this what they call baby fever? Wondered Sanzu.

“Yeah, I volunteer,” grumbled Rindo. Skeptical but eager at the same time.

“Kaku-chan? Why won't you volunteer?” You asked with big doe eyes, and the scarred man couldn't be anymore flustered. You saw him cover his face as he inhaled sharply. Someone should stop you now. You didn't even realize the effect you have on every man present here.

“That’s enough, Doe,” Mikey firmly said, “No baby other than me, now shut up,” he began to nibble at your neck and shoulders. Wandering hands began to make their way under your clothes, as Mikey was almost straddling you at this point.

You felt a weight on your other side and saw Sanzu taking a seat. He wasn't as delicate as Mikey, but their intentions resonated with one another. Sanzu wasted no more time and assaulted your mouth. Lips and teeth clashing left you lightheaded. He nipped at your skin, leaving a trail of red marks.

“What’s going on? Weren’t we supposed to hear Kakucho’s report?” Asked Kokonoi as he stepped into the room while looking at the scene on the couch. Glancing around, he saw Kakucho on the verge of a panic attack and the Haitani brothers looking at their phones.

“What are you two doing?” asked Kokonoi once again, but this time directed at Ran and Rindo.

“Shopping for baby clothes,” both answered in a monotonous voice.

“What?” he looked around for an explanation.

Sanzu detaching himself from you, spoke with a lazy smile on, “Y/N, wants a baby,” and went back to his previous job. Having you squirming in between him and Mikey.

Kokonoi turned on his heels and walked out. That's what he gets for working with a bunch of eccentrics. On his way out, he bumped on Takeomi and Mochizuki.

“Sorry for the tardiness; we had some-” began Takeomi.

“No, there's no meeting, just expensive baby-making,” groaned Kokonoi

The last two Bonten members were left lost in the middle of the hall.

#bonten x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sano manjiro #mikey #kokonoi hajime #kakucho hitto #ran haitani #rindou #akashi takeomi #rindo #kanji mochizuki #deer in headlights #tokyorev #smut #omificstags #omi.dih

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Okay I’m emotional with the release of Red (Taylor’s Version) and I can imagine Doe asking Bonten to break up with her for the next 2 hours and 30 minutes and then being confused af like: “why would we do that?” And her being like: I NEED TO FEEL ALL TOO WELL 10 MINUTES VERSION TO ITS FULLEST

Deer in headlights (Taylor’s version)

Bonten x Reader | 2.4k+ Words

Warnings: Crackfic, suggestive, two bites, some violence, Kokonoi “angst” Hajime likes Taylor, nonsense, idk what happened, but enjoy? Foul language, Sanzu’s blue eyes, Bonten doesn’t understand. Age in blogs to interact.

A/N: I highly recommend listening to Red (Taylor’s version), the whole album. For a better understanding, pls listen to the songs hehe 😤💕🫂 xD also, I'm sorry idk fr fr what happened here. DO NOT READ XD let this flop.

It was midnight when the album dropped, and you had formulated a plan, the greatest idea of your life. How could you not? The first time you were in a relationship and not with one but seven at that! This was a one-time opportunity!

Your feet took you to the kitchen, where you knew they all gathered every morning. And just as you suspect, eight men were scattered throughout the kitchen and dining area.

“Good morning!” Your loud greeting made some jump while others threw odd looks your way. And before anyone could return the greeting, you continued, “Listen, I need a favor,” you were afraid they wouldn’t like your next words; hell, they were probably going to hate your request. But this needed to be done.

“Sure, what do you need, baby?” Takeomi folded his newspaper and gave you all his attention.

“I wanna breakup-” as soon as breakup left your lips, hell broke loose.

Sanzu, leaning on a chair, swinging himself on the back legs, fell on his back with a loud thud followed by a grunt. The pinknette stayed there, looking at the ceiling.

Ran choked on his morning coffee; the hot, bitter liquid went through the wrong pipe, burning his lungs. Rindou was mindlessly chopping an apple, and at your words, he pressed the knife so hard against the fruit, it broke not only the apple but the ceramic plate underneath it, stabbing the table as well.

Mikey had taken a bite of a french toast, and as soon as you said that, all the powdered sugar that once covered the sweet fried bread ended up on Kokonoi. The latter didn't react, as if his boss wasn't coughing white powder all over him.

Takeomi and Mochi were frozen in place; anyone would have confused them with statues. Were they even breathing? The scraping of a chair made you twist your neck and see a panicking Kakucho; he stood up, and if you didn't know better, you would have sworn he had the intention of catching you if you tried to run away.

“What?!?!” Sanzu was the first one to snap out of the shocking news. Scrambling to his feet, Sanzu felt the need to tie you up in a chair before continuing this conversation, just in case. But didn’t, that wasn’t gonna help… for now…

“No!!!” Rindou followed the chain reaction that Sanzu had started.

“Sanzu, what did you do?!?!” Takeomi accused his brother.

“I didn’t do shit!!!!!!” Sanzu replied with exasperation, “Wait, why do you think it was me!?!?!”

“Y/N, if it’s something-” began Kakucho; the tone of his voice seemed like he was talking to a wounded animal. But was interrupted by Ran’s loud voice.

“Koko!?? What the hell did you tell her now!?!?” Ran was blaming Kokonoi. Knowing his history of making you cry, Ran suspected him.

You saw Ran was about to stand up and go for Kokonoi; next were Takeomi and Rindou ready to jump at Sanzu. Before things could escalate to worse scenarios, you intervened. “Let me finish! Oh my god!” you raised your arms in an attempt to stop them. “Just for… about three hours?” you saw how everyone looked furious, “No? Uh… how about two and a half?” Now, the three males were coming your way. “Stay there!” and they did.

Kokonoi ignored the three menaces surrounding you like prey, “Y/N, this is not up for negotiation,” Kokonoi, still covered in white, said. Something tells you, he didn't realize Mikey coughed on him all that white stuff.

“No, why would we do that?” Mikey came forward, not understanding what you needed.

“But I need to feel the pain! Taylor’s album needs to be appreciated with all the feelings! The! Lyrics!! All too well has a ten minutes version!!!” you exclaimed. Eight men stood perplexed by your outburst.

“Who?” Asked Rindou, lost to where this was going. Forgotten was his previous intention.

“Swift!” you immediately responded.

“What?” Ran was losing brain cells, trying to make sense of it all.

“Y/N, What are you saying,” Kakucho didn't drop the idea of restraining you since he feared the worst.

“Please? Please? Please?” You walked towards Mikey, swerving between Ran, Rindou, and Takeomi, and held Mikey’s cheeks in between your hands.

Mikey couldn’t say no to your big doe eyes and your pouting lips; taking a deep breath, he accepted, “Okay, but only two and a half hours,”

-

As soon as the lyrics of State of Grace hit your ears, you couldn’t help but remember the first time you saw Mikey, and you couldn’t help but begin to shed tears.

“Oh my god, why is she crying already,” Sanzu murmured—startled by your fast reaction to the song.

“Sanzu, I can’t pretend to be alone and miss you if you comment like that,” they accepted the breakup, but only if they could stay and watch, which you said yes, but to remain silent. In your mind, you were alone in your living room. Fresh from a breakup.

“What do you want from me?! I can’t pretend we are supposed to be exes for two and a half hours!” The pinknette dramatically clutched his shirt.

“I want a heartbreak!!” you dramatically reapplied.

“It’s your fault for having blue eyes; she has to picture you,” snorted Rindou quoting a part of the song, but wrong. He found it very entertaining how you behaved for an album.

“I don't have four, though,” Sanzu and rindou began bickering.

“Shhhhh!” You shushed them. “It’s not about that! Oh my god!”

-

This was worst than they expected. For they too listened to the songs… and… Not soon after Red was playing, Takeomi groaned at the lyrics, fearing what would happen next. Why did it have to be that brand… just why? They all have countless cars, but the only one who had one of those...

“Takeomi, we’re selling your Maserati,” said Mikey, wishing to get rid of everything that could remind you of the joys of singleness, even if it was two hours and a song reference.

“I know,” replied the older man, giving up on the car. Awear that fighting Mikey for a vehicle was not worth it.

“Is it red because of blood? Do we have to shower before coming here? You know, after the jobs...” now Kakucho felt self-conscious from all the times he came here, covered in blood, and still ended up in bed with you.

“Sanzu, blue again,” Rindou wasn't going to let him live in peace, as long as the lyrics allowed him to.

“Oh! Shut the fuck up!” Sanzu did realize now that he was the only blue-eyed member.

“Guys, I can't miss you if you act like football commentators in the middle of a game,” a chorus of apologies came after your words. You should have known they would do this.

-

“Are you trying to say something? This Treacherous song is...” Ran couldn't help dislike the meaning, it.. hurt… also it something he wasn't going to tell you since you seemed so into it. He felt you would break up with him, for real this time, if he said something bad about it.

Sanzu and Kakucho sulked at the song, too, remembering some things that had happened before with you.

“Are you calling us quicksand?” Confusion showed on Mikey’s face.

Were they going to do this with every song? You thought to yourself. Noting anything and everything about the words they related the most. You were frowning on the couch as they observed you on the other side of the room.

“I find it funny because we did have to train Sanzu to get along with Ran,” added Kokonoi, who was reading the lyrics on his phone, and the part that said trained to get along part stayed in his mind.

“Can I enjoy Taylor in peaceful suffering, please?” you grumbled.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” A blushing Kokonoi apologized, realizing he said that out loud... About Sanzu and Ran. “No, wait, no! Don’t suffer!!”

-

“I don't like this one,” plainly stated Sanzu.

“Because Y/N knew you were trouble?” Mochi couldn't help himself, laughing obnoxiously loud at what he thought was the best reply of his life.

“Mochi!” this wasn't working for you.

“Sorry, sorry, Y/N,” apologized the big man.

A couple of seconds passed, and you glanced at them. Some were busy with their phones, Sanzu staring at you like a lost puppy. Mikey went to the kitchen again. Wait, Sanzu wasn’t blinking… but you feared it was a trap. Knowing them, you decided to ignore him. How unnatural he was behaving today.

“Silence, finally!” They gave you silence after that, but you might have spoken too soon. You were trying to make a cacoon out of the blankets around you, but you fell off the couch, alarming everyone.

“Y/N! Don’t throw yourself to the floor! It’s cold!” Kokonoi immediately reacted, ready to scold you some more as an excuse to talk to you.

“We are still here if you need anything,” mumbled Ram, holding himself back from going and picking you up.

“I can tell!” You said, still lying on the ground, face down—waiting for the short version of All too well to begin.

“Are we just gonna leave her there?” Kakucho asked; he was also itching to pick the cacoon of blankets.

-

Two songs, that's all the silence they gave you... All too well and 22. That's all you could enjoy because when I almost do played... They were back at it again,

“I always wonder about you!” Sanzu almost... Howled? This whole breakup ordeal wasn't healthy for him.

“Wait, why are you holding yourself back? You can come here, you know?” Rindou was again as aware of the lyrics since the beginning but not really getting the point.

“Rindou, that’s not- nothing,” you plopped down on the couch, giving up on explaining further.

-

You decided that it was enough; you needed this alone time, and you were going to get it whether they liked it or not. Once we are never getting back together started, that was it.

“Oh god! Y/N, sit down!” Kakucho and Takeomi were behind the couch in case your jumping around, and weird attempt to dance ended up with you falling.

“Don’t point your finger at us while you sing those lyrics!” You were standing on the couch, using your phone as a microphone, “This is not healthy,” Sanzu felt his pulse quicken.

“Change the song; I can’t handle this,” Kokonoi was taking it far too seriously; the breakup and the fact that a song with that kind of lyrics made you so happy... Was the room spinning?

“We are getting back together in less than two hours if you keep this up!” Mikey was about to faint; his already pale complex seemed even duller than usual.

“Mikey!” You fastly settled down on the pillows. Kakuxho and Takeomi could breathe and blink again.

-

“Oh, this one reminds me of that time you threw your flip-flop at me,” Sanzu tried to lighten the mood since Mikey, and you were amidst a staredown.

“And you still stayed, even though it was my time with Y/N,” Mikey responded without taking his eyes off of you.

“She said she didn’t mind!” Sanzu came in between and received a jab to the side by Mikey.

“Sanzu!!!!” You screamed, worried about him. As you tried to see from the other side of the room if Sanzu was okay, you caught a glimpse of tears. “Kaku-chan? Are you crying?” His cheeks were wet, and your heart ached at the sight in front of you. “Okay, this isn’t working; come here,” you beckoned him over.

“it worked?” Ran would never seas to be amazed at how Takeomi’s plans tend to work, always as he had planned them.

“So if we make Kakucho cry, Y/N cracks… that’s favoritism!” Rindou was offended but glad that the torture was over.

“I missed you!!” Even though Kakucho was the first one to be called over, Sanzu flew to the other side and threw himself at you, “you’re mine again, right?” there was no response, “sweetcheeks?”

“Sanzu! You’re crushing her!” Takeomi scolded the pinknette.

And takeomi was right; you were under Sanzu trying to shove him off, “oh, I thought you were so excited that you couldn't stop shaking or something,”

“Help!” You barely let out from under the pinknette.

And help came, Kakucho moved Sanzu without a problem; everyone sat somewhere on your side, except for mochi, who only stayed to keep an eye on the rest, scared that your short breakup could lead to more violent outcomes. He left once everything seemed under control.

Things were almost back to normal; you decided to keep listening with everyone wrapped around you, Sanzu and Mikey fighting for your left side. Kakucho on your right, he had buried his face on your neck. Ran and Rindou came in last, so they ended up on the floor hugging legs, although Rindou appeared happy with your thigh pressed against his face.

“Auch! Rindou! Don’t bite!” You felt his teeth again, and Kakucho joined Rindou’s activities but in your neck. Ran was just happy to be back together, so he didn't participate in the marking party.

“Why do we always have to wait for a turn,” Takeomi pulled a cigarette and walked towards the windows, Kokonoi hot on his trail. Both ignored what transpired on the couch, except for the part where Mikey threw Sanzu to the floor. And then you scolded them.

“I’m buying a new couch; this is nonsense,” Kokonoi agreed, already pulling his phone out to order a bigger one, “get you a, get you alone,”

“Are you singing one of the songs?” Takeomi had to make a double-take.

“Yeah, it cuts deep,” Kokonoi mumbled while scrolling through his phone.

“Koko, what the hell...” Takeomi now checked if he was smoking the right brand and not some other kind.

“Takeomi, you have to accept it’s good; after we got back together with Y/N, it's easy to recognize,” Kokonoi still didn't lift his gaze from the shopping app on his device and didn't see Takeomi’s shocked face.

“You have issues,” the older man shook his head.

Fun facts:

- Mikey was now very wary of Taylor Swift. “Never fight a woman with the power of words,” he said.

- Kokonoi joined in the hype with you, even trying to book a private concert.

- Kakucho and Sanzu were attached to your side for the rest of the week. Not even showers. They even took you to jobs, and that was not pretty since every time someone looked at you, a bulled was placed on that person’s head.

- Takeomi sold the car. He almost cried.

- Mikey considered marriage, but then he suspected you would want a divorce when Taylor Swift dropped a new album. You were capable.

- Mochi scolded you. Asking if you had a death wish. Warning you that they took it extremely good and with calmness... You should not abuse, or they would snap.

- Ran and Rindou weren't satisfied. They would take a different approach to this short breakup stunt you pulled.

#omi.dih #bonten x reader #tokyorev fluff #I tried I’m sorry 😔💕 #Sanzu haruchiyo #takeomi akashi #ran Haitani #rindou Haitani #sano mikey manjiro #kakucho hitto #Kokonoi Hajime #mochizuki kanji #tokyo revengers x y/n #omificstags

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: The Photobooth in the office

Bonten x Reader | 1.2k+ words

Warnings: Fluff, jealousy, nonsense, humor, grammar/spelling mistakes, no beta and not edited.

A/N: I’ve seen a lot of kpop fans around so a lil something for y’all :3 (it doesn’t have to be kpop tho! J-pop albums have first press photocards too! And some anime mech too).

Escape, run, don't let them catch you. You keep repeating those words as you zigzagged through the cars in the parking lot. Your life depended on it.

The only sound you were able to hear was your elaborated breathing. You had to concentrate in order to listen to their expensive dress shoes hitting the cement, but if you got distracted just for one second, they could get the upper hand.

Like right now, you saw from the corner of your eye a flash of pink to your left, then a flash of purple to your right. “Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. Suddenly, a tall figure rose from a car in front of you, a pair of large arms shot your way, trying to trap you—you dodged them. The man saw you dip down and tried to follow, only to lose balance and fall on his back.

For being your first persecution, you weren't doing half bad, you thought. However, such an idea costs you a heavy price. They have caught up.

You weren't expecting them to jump on top of the cars, nor were you expecting a newcomer. You let out a shriek of terror as the four men came running your way—now surrounded, your heart leaped in your chest as you hugged the square object you so much strived to protect. You closed your eyes and waited for the impact. And you felt roughly being pick up.

“Rindou!!! Put me down!!!” you cried as you made yourself a ball around the object. “I won't give it to you!!”

“I can't believe you made us chase you through the whole parking lot,” Sanzu took off his jacket as the heat of the race got to him.

“At least you didn't fall on your ass,” chuckled Kakucho as he eyed Ran dusting his dress pants.

“Shut up,” grumbled the older Haitani, “Okay, little lady, pass that album here,” he stretched out his hand.

“Hell no!” you were still kicking in the arms of Rindou, “Don't be so jealous! For god’s sake!! It’s just a photocard!!”

“Of a man that you’ve been gawking for hours? And not to mention your wallpaper, and you were gonna put that piece of paper on the back of your phone, don't lie to me.” Rindou said as he struggled to keep you from slipping away.

“I was not!”

“Oh, you were so gonna do that!” Sanzu attempted to wiggle his hand between your album and you, only for you to bite his arm. “Y/N!!!” more than pain, the scream was out of surprise from your uncommon behavior.

“Yah, that's it, Kakucho, help me,” Ran was planning on helping the pinknette, but your face changed to a one of pain, and abruptly, tears fell down your cheeks. Kakucho and Ran stopped dead in their tracks. Rindou panicked as Sanzu fastly went to held your face.

“Sweetcheeks, I- I’m sorry! Did we hurt you?” Sanzu’s eyes frantically moved all over your body, looking for a sign of an injury. But you kept crying.

“Baby, Y/N,” Kakucho was about to cry himself; he would never stand the thought of hurting you, “we’re sorry, you—you can keep that card photo or whatever,” and your hiccups ceased.

“For real?” You batted your eyelashes at the three men in front of you.

“Yeah, just don't be making those dreamy faces at a piece of paper,” Ran had both hands on his hips as he looked up and huffed in annoyance.

“And don't put that thing in your phone case; people will think he’s your boyfriend or something,” Rindou hasn't lowered you down, but you tried to nod without hitting his face.

“I have an idea,” you excitedly said.

-

“Get in!” Rindou pushed his brother.

“I’m trying!” Ran pushed Sanzu.

“Stop fukcing pushing! Kakucho is already using half the space!” Sanzu blamed his fellow scarred man.

“Just sit in someone's lap!” You spoke from inside the photo booth.

“We could have done photocards of ourselves, you know?” Kakucho added

“No!” you and the other three males responded.

And you ended sitting on Sanzu and Rindou’s legs while the two of them were on top of Kakucho and Ran.

“Sanzu, the hell is wrong with your ass; it hurts,” Kakucho winced in pain at Sanzu’s bones poking him. Meanwhile, the haitani brothers were in a war of their own. Rindou had accidentally elbowed Ran on the ribs.

You laughed at the bickering pairs, and that's when the camera began to snap your pictures. Nobody noticed as it continued to take pictures, the four men quarreling and you giggling at their antics.

“I don't like them,” Sanzu held one of the strips that came out from the machine. “Not you, Sweetcheeks; you look lovely! these three buffoons ruined it.” And the bickering began again.

You, on the other hand, folded the strip a couple of times before cutting one and placing it in the back of your phone. You cleared your throat to call their attention, and once all eyes were on you—you showed them your phone. “Ta-da!! It looks nice, right?”

Kakucho would have cried if they weren't in public; Sanzu cooed at you as he hugged your giggling figure. Meanwhile, Ran and Rindou didn't know what to do. Such a simple gesture made them weak on their knees, just like Kakucho; their hearts could jump out of their ribcage any second. They all couldn't believe how proud you were of being with them.

“Fuck, let’s go already,” Rindou turned around, blinking fast as he tried to hide the threatening tears.

“Awww, you’re gonna cry!” Sanzu couldn't help but tease the purplenette.

-

Now back a the office, you were on your phone playing some games to pass the time—when you felt an intense gaze on you. Looking around, you saw Mikey chatting with Mochi about some seasonal sweet; Takeomi was perched on a window smoking, and finally, you connect eyes with an accusatory gaze.

“I-is there something wrong, Koko?” you were kind of scared. He had an intense gaze focused on you.

“What’s that in the back of your phone?” He calmly said. But his eyes showed a whole different feeling. “Let me see,” he beckoned you over.

You made your way to his desk, and you proudly showed him your phone. “A photo strip! Isn't it pretty?”

“Why am I not there?” Koko grumbled as he typed some stuff on his computer and fastly pulled his phone to make a call, “Hello? Yes, I would like to order one of your Photobooths. Hmm, yes. I will send you an email with my information. Yes. Thank you.” you must have had a bewildered look on your face because Koko chuckled as soon as he saw your face. “What, I wanna be there too.”

And that's how Bonten’s office building ended up with a photo booth next to their coffee machine.

Fun facts:

You ended up taking pictures with Takeomi and Kokonoi.

Koko wanted to be alone with you, but you had dragged Takeomi already.

The only one who got to be alone with you was Mikey.

Mochi gave you his ID picture... He said he looked good there.

All pictures are on your phone case now.

The booth stayed there, and sometimes you took pictures for fun, only for them to be snatched by them.

Takeomi has one in his wallet.

Kakucho, Ran, and Rindou wanted to get one of your pictures tattooed, you panicked.

#bonten x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #omificstags #kokonoi hajime x reader #akashi takeomi #mochizuki kanji #omi.dih #sano mikey manjiro

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: It’s cold

Bonten x Reader | 1k+ words

Warnings: Full flagged fluff >.< ☁️ | Blood, cadavers, implied violence, shirtlessness(?), spelling/grammar mistakes yk the usual, no beta we die like kisaki.

They told you to wait in the car, that their business here would be fast, just in and out. But it's been two hours, and the temperature kept dropping. You were worried since you saw Kakucho go in the warehouse shirtless. What is with this man and not wearing a goddamn shirt?

“What if he's freezing?” You thought out loud. Kokonoi might scold you, but the one who would be taking care of a sick Kakucho would be you. In the end, the scolding wouldn't matter. “That’s it; I'm going and give him another jacket or something.”

Searching in the car, you found someone’s coat. By the smell of smoke on it, you deduced it belonged to Takeomi. “This will do,” folding the piece of clothing on your arm, you turned off the car and stepped out. “For fuck’s sake! It's stupidly cold,” your breath formed small clouds as you huffed and cursed at the weather.

Maybe walking in the warehouse wasn't the best idea. You saw a couple of corpses on the floor have a blueish color; whether it was from the cold or the pools of blood under them, you honestly didn't want to know. Peeking from the corner before going in further, you examined the area. Ran’s always told you to be extra careful when they are doing these kinds of jobs, and you wanted to tag along.

There they stood, not a single hair out of place—Kokonoi, Ran, Rindo, and Takeomi near Mikey. Two unknown men on their knees and Sanzu with a gun raised stood behind them. But where is Kakucho? You scanned the place again—no sign of him.

You had enough, “Kakucho!!” every male in the room jumped at your voice, echoing in the now empty place. You heard the Haitani brothers swear at seeing you bursting through the door.

“Y/N! What- get back to the car!” Kokonoi saw how you tried to sidestep the blood and bodies discarded on your way to them.

“No, where is Kakucho?” You looked around once more, “I am tired of him and his no-shirt-wearing habit,” you waved the coat in your arm.

“That’s mine,” Takeomi eyed the black item on your arm.

“I know,” you innocently smiled at him. “Please, let me borrow it,” like Takeomi had another choice but to say yes. Taking a cigarette out of his pocket, he nodded. “Thank you!”

Then Rindou reached you first, “I don't think this is a good place for you; listen to Koko and go back to the car.” he delicately held your cheek. But his gaze was a stern one, and you understood his concern. Still, you have your own worries.

“Why is none telling me where-” You heard Kakucho’s voice coming from a different area. Escaping from Rindou’s hand, you turned on your heels and walked towards the sound.

“Wait! That's not a good idea!” Rindou tried to stop you.

“Hold on! Y/N!” that was Ran.

“Come back here!” Kokonoi was about to have a seizure.

Meanwhile, Sanzu was chuckling at their behavior. You surprised them, “Boss, you were right,” spoke the pinknette. “She’s adapting pretty fast.”

Mikey didn't answer out loud but internally agreed. He noticed how you walked in as if this was your playground. Not scared of them nor what they did. It was obvious who left those corpses and what they were doing here. On the contrary, you felt safe. A half-smile adorned Mikey’s face.

In the meantime, you walked into another section of the warehouse and saw Kakucho, for your horror still shirtless, with Mochi and a man hanging from the ceiling. “Kakucho! What are you doing!?!”

At your angered voice, the scarred man panicked, “Y/N, this is not what you-”

You slammed your palms on his naked chest. Thus making Kakucho flinch from the impact, “You’re freezing!” you began to try and cover him with the coat, but he wasn't helping, “Kakucho, cooperate, please? It's cold, and I'm worried you'll get sick.”

“Stop attacking him,” laughed Mochi. He couldn't believe Kakucho winced at your tiny hands but not at any of the punches from those men a while ago.

Kakucho was surprised that you weren't mad about his job, but instead, you were mad at him for a simple thing. He would laugh, yet that would make you even more furious.

Looking down at you, still trying to wrap the fabric around him, there was a part of him that warmed up instantly—Kakucho’s heart leaped in joy. The worry in your eyes told him how much you cared. In a blink of an eye, you were the one being surrounded by strong arms.

Your muffled protests against his chest didn't have the effect you expected. Just the opposite, Kakucho hugged you even more tightly.

“Thank you for thinking about me,” his voice was filled with emotions, “I- I just didn't want to go back all bloody,” from what you saw, Kakucho had a different task than the other members. You could assume that from the almost dead men hanging like a punching bag.

“I told you all before,” you rested your chin on his chest, “that I don't mind if you come home all bloody as long as you are fine,” you finished as you left little kisses on his now warmer skin, “but put on the goddamn coat!” again you began to wiggle in his embrace as you tried to cover his arms.

“Shut up, you are ruining the moment,” Ran murmured.

“I’m not doing anything; it's him.” Rindou defended himself.

“Koko, are you crying?” The eldest Haitani asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous; I think I caught a cold,” not soon after Kokonoi sneezed.

-

Reluctantly, Kakucho let you put Takeomi’s coat on him. According to him, he didn't like the smell. And after hearing Kokonoi sneeze, you forced him to go back to the car with you. But as you passed the previous area where now only stood Takeomi, Sanzu, and Mikey, you saw something horrible.

“Oh my- Mikey!?! Why are you wearing sandals in this cold?!” the head of Bonten didn't see the problem. “At least put socks on!” You pulled Mikey towards the car as well.

-

At the car, you three sat in the backseat.

“Okay, let's hug. It's cold. I'm cold,” you snuggled in the middle of Mikey and Kokonoi.

“I don't want to hug Koko,” the latter man gasped in indignation.

#bonten x reader #sano mikey manjiro #kakucho hitto #kokonoi hajime #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi takeomi #fluff #ran haitani #rindo haitani #rindou #no beta we die like kisaki #deer in headlights #omificstags #tokyorev #omi.dih