#takeomi can smoke in peace now

[sevs-corner]

Tokyo Rev Scenarios: Serenading Bonten!Koko (Heart on Ice: Rod Wave)

"Kakuchou! Just open it up for a sec!” They whined, continuously pounding on the door that was held closed by three executives of Bonten.

You see, dear reader, their friend was a person to be respected yet feared for their pranks. Even after all these years, they stilled pulled this kind of shit on their closest friends. Of course, this included the gang overlords of Japan- Bonten. I mean, how would they be able to pass to opportunity to display their talents- and cause chaos- for the inner circle of Bonten?

“NO!” Kakuchou, alongside Sanzu and Ran, shouted back at them- actually trying hard to push the ajar door closed.

Right inside the room was another door which led to the office of Mikey, who was currently having a meeting with an important client for their business. Of course, Koko- their monetary adviser- had to be present, as well as Takeomi, his actual adviser.

All their friend wanted was to have a chat with Koko, but knowing them for years- Kakuchou knows that having a chat isn’t just having a chat. He knows that by heart for sure.

And from the current mood of Koko with the dealings, they weren’t going to risk their necks for their friend that simply wanted to mess with him.

‘Hell to the nah.’ Sanzu thought as he placed more force into his shoulders that was trying to push the door with all his might.

The man was literally gritting his teeth while it seemed like they didn’t put any effort at all as they placed the same amount of force on the door but triple of that.

“How the fuck are you keeping this door open?!” Ran complained with his hair, that usually slicked back but was now all over his sweaty forehead.

All they did was huff in response, sneaking their hand past the small opening of the door to point at something, “with this, ya’ numbskulls.”

Right by the lower end of the door, there was a solid gold plaque that was sticking out and holding the ajar which all three males gaped at.

“Where the hell did you get that?!” Kakuchou shouted in concern, finally relenting and giving up on pushing against the door, realizing that they were outplayed right from the very beginning.

They just shrugged, casually walking inside the room of three panting executives on the floor, either wiping the sweat off their foreheads or removing their suit jackets.

“Well,” they began while walking to the water dispenser and giving them a drink to their sweaty asses, “that’s a trade secret of mine.”

Sanzu instantly called them out on their bs, “fuck you! You can't even keep a secret!” Quickly snatching the paper cup from their hand, he downed the water as if was a shot to cool himself off the exercise he unprecedentedly forced to do.

Ran nodded along, using one hand to slightly loosen his tie to fan himself with his other hand, "In all seriousness, where did you even get that from?"

He watched as they took a seat on one of the lounge chairs, reveling in its comfiness as they casually pulls out their phone, "downstairs at the lobby, I was planning to sell it-,"

Kakuchou, once more, shouts in utter disbelief, "sell it?!"

They rolled their eyes and showed the bidding money on the item it accumulated in a couple of minutes, making all three males drop their mouths in shock.

"1 Billion?! For a plaque?" Ran asked, absolutely shookt to the core at the kind of people who bid for the rusty old thing they keep at their lobby to accentuate the feng shui of the building. He, alongside his co-workers, were absolutely flabbergasted.

"That's not even real gold tho?" Sanzu pointed out and their friend merely chuckled whilst shaking their head.

"Correct! Hence," they paused, quickly swiping and tapping on their phone before showing the screen once more to their friends, "the phony scam website I created for people who's broke- like me!" They stated proudly with their nose pointed upward, hands rested on their waist. Their friend laughed haughtily, reveling in their own ingenuity and genius invention.

On the other hand though, all three men dead panned.

Why so- you may ask? It is not definitely not just because of their ego- that's already a given. It's actually because they were the main reason the meeting was going on right now in Mikey's office.

Let me narrate to you the timeline of events currently transpiring in the heads of the executives.

The money that was being wired and transferred to Bonten was being cut short and Koko was pissed. For weeks, day in and day out of the headquarters- he spent all his time and resources into finding why this has all been happening. Until one of their hackers stumbled upon one of their clients account wherein their money is being drained to a company connected to a dark web- based app.

Finally finding a lead, Koko reported this to Mikey who instantly gave him the order of tracking people down related to it. If their business was being drained down because of random website that popped out of nowhere- they are sure to pay them back in kind.

Right back to where they are right now, with Mikey, Koko, and Takeomi meeting with one of their hackers about finally cracking the website's system.

With Ran, Kakuchou, and Sanzu on the other hand, they were about to toss their friend's ass right into the room- damn the consequences afterwards, they didn't give a flying fuck anymore.

'THEY'RE THE REASON WHY I HAD OVERTIME FOR A MONTH?!' Sanzu screamed in his head, still feeling so done with life.

'How didn't we figure this out sooner..?' Same with Kakuchou, he too was simply flabbergasted at this whole reveal.

'Fuck this shit.' Ran thought, silently inching towards the their friend who was trying to calm down from their cackles.

Grabbing them by the collar, he forcefully pulled them through the double wooden doors that would- soon- determine their fate.

"Finally," they threw their hands up in the air in exasperation, "you're bringing me to Koko- took you for 5ever!" They whined, missing the evil glint in his eyes as he creaked open the door and carelessly tossed them into the room.

Landing on their ass cheeks, they groaned and rubbed the sore area. Slowly looking up, they could see their phone in Koko's grip, everyone having a dark look over their faces.

"Oh, hey guys!"

Sadly, they cannot read the room.

"You." Mikey simply called out which made the them stiffen up instantly. Hearing him call her out without any endearment never meant any good news for them. They knew they were screwed.

Badly.

"Yea- yeah? What's up Mikey?" They tried playing it out, standing up and walking closer to his desk.

Motioning to the seat, they quickly sat down with their hands laid on their lap, back as straight as their papa before they were born.

"Do you know this website?" Koko asked, cold hand laid on their shoulder.

"Yes."

"Are you apart of it?"

"Yes."

"As?"

"The admin."

"Ah, I see…"

Hearing his resounding footsteps as he walked away, Mikey stared dead straight in their eyes and trembling form.

'I'm just wearin' my overall! Why the hell is it so cold in here?' They thought to themselves while also thinking for reasons on why they are currently in trouble this time.

"Take it down. Now."

Mikey simply said, the coldness of his voice sending shivers down their spine.

"Sir yes sir!" They salute.

"Right now."

"Yes!"

Hours later and they were on house arrest at the pent house of Koko. They were tasked into getting all of Bonten's money back from their scam website. To be honest, they didn’t know it would get this popular that even the biggest gang in Japan would feel threatened by it.  

Sighing, they slammed their head on the wooden table before them, their hair bun loosening in the process. It was hell, spamming keys and coding on their laptop all day- as well as making calls on the clients who used the website.

'Maybe I'll take a quickie~.' They thought to themselves with a smile, skipping towards the hallways where a toilet was behind one of the doors on their left and right.

Feeling relieved, they thought of an ingenious idea that could- probably- make Koko forgive them.

'A song!' They thought with a lightbulb flashing above their head, 'that's what I'll do to make him like me again.' They hummed to themselves with a smile, instantly thinking of a plan that will win his heart over.

"This is it!" They cheered, hands already swiping on their phone to look for that song.

"Shut up! I'm on the phone!"

"Sorry Koko!"

Koko, finally taking a break after weeks of the internal issue they had, felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. Getting out of the bath, he took his sweet time in going through self-care routine.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he opened the door and took a deep breath of the scented candles he had lit earlier up earlier before he went in the bath.

'Nothing can get more relaxing than this-,'

"Speaker bangerz~"

Eye twitching, he could already feel the stress bubbling up inside of him once more as he saw the friend he despised dressed is his loose sweats and hoodie, a gold chain around their neck , Raybanz sunglasses hanging on the tip of their nose, and an old cap Inupi gave to him placed backward on their head.

'For God's sakes- what did I do to deserve this?' He facepalmed and cursed the strings of fates or whatever God had granted him into knowing this embarrassing dumbass.

"Look, uh, look" They began whilst bopping their head,

"Heart been broke so many times I don't know what to believe," they sang as before biting their lip with their eyes closed, a slight body roll included.

Placing a hand on their chest, "Mama say it’s my fault, it's my fault, I wear my heart on my sleeve," then swiping it across their arm.

"Think it's best I put my heart on ice, heart on ice ’cause I can't breathe~" They emphasized with a hand to their neck,

"I'ma put my heart on ice, heart on ice, it's gettin' the best of me…" They walked up and placed a hand on Koko's bare chest, still wet from the bath, and gave him a sad look to which he looked unimpressed by (obviously used to their shenanigans.) Grabbing their hand and tossing it away, they pouted but, nonetheless, continued the verse.

Sitting on the window sill of his room, they rapped their heart out.

"While in the cell with Lil' Hakeem, after I slapped him I had told him

'I don't know how you get down with them clowns but I'm a soldier'

"No one could understand, I had way too much aggression"

"That built over the years from my abandoned adolescence"

They continued, with a heavy breath (slightly lagging behind the beat) to which Koko had to stifle his chuckle at.

"See I done been lied to, backstabbed, and heartbroken"

"I wanted to cry but I was too afraid to open"

"Prayin’ one day I’d find a peace of mind by the ocean," looking out on the view of the city lights that glared at their eyes.

"I spent all my time committing crimes to get closer" placing a hand on the window and doodling a little

"While at my nana house I play at the couch-," they ran to his couch and dived onto it which made Koko jolt in surprise at the noise of their body hitting the leather couch on impact.

"-starin' at the ceiling," flipping around, they mimic their words which made Koko slightly smile at their goofiness.

"Tryin’ not to get in my feelings~"

"Thinkin' of a way I could make these millions" Looking Koko straight in the eyes, he could finally see the genuine emotions swirling in their orbs.

"Maybe that'll take this pain away and clear up all these rainy days, yeah" Jumping up from their laid form, they went back into the chorus.

This time, grabbing Koko's hand and giving him a guilty smile.

"Heart been broke so many times I don't know what to believe" They slowed down the tempo, making Koko raise his brow as the music was now off beat of their singing.

"Mama say it’s my fault, it's my fault, I wear my heart on my sleeve," shaking their head then looking anywhere but on him, they continued,

"Think it's best I put my heart on ice, heart on ice-" Koko grabbed their chin and lifted their head to make eye contact, seeing it glistening

"- 'cause I can't breathe,~" starting to feel their words choke, they forced out the last line,

"I'ma put my heart on ice, heart on ice, it's gettin' the… best of… me…" Unshed tears now at the brink of their eyes, guilt now washing over them as they see how tired and stressed they had made their friends.

Sniffling as all the thoughts began clouding their rationality, they began bawling in Koko's hold.

On the other hand, the Banker of Bonten now too felt the wave of guilt wash over his consciousness, reminiscing how much he had shouted and blamed them for all their doings while they kept their head down, dead silent, the whole time.

'I shouldn't have acted that harshly…' He thought to himself, still trying to sort out his thoughts before impulsively hurting someone close to him again.

"Hey," he breathed out, chin now softly plopped on their head as he pulled their trembling form on his chest, "I acted out of line, I hurt you and…only cared about releasing my stress on you. I'm.. sorry." 

Trying to pull away, they wanted to mumble out apologies- denying his apology. 'Its my fault Koko!' They wanted to scream but was drowned in by the continuous hiccups. But they were kept at his chest, trying to soothe their cries.

"Shh…breath, alright? You're choking on your snot." He teased, cupping their wet cheeks, slightly brushing his thumb over the wet trails.

They pouted, accentuating the softness of their cheeks which tempted the taller male pull at it as if it were mochi.

Mumbling, "I'm sorry too Cookie," they mumbled out, looking like a chipmunk.

Koko's eyes softened at the endearment that was reserved for him and them alone when they want to be genuine with their feelings, he couldn't stop the heart-filled sigh fall from his lips.

"I know Sugar, just…," tapping their cheeks to get their attention, he smiled, "let me know if you need anything, alright?"

They gave a toothy grin of their own, "even money?"

Koko rolled his eyes, hugging them close once more.

"Yeah, even money."

"Fuck yeah- that black card is mine!"

"Oh hell no- that is off-limits."

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Bonus Content!:

A week had passed from that incident and everything was all right in the world once more. They had managed to get every single penny back to Bonten which Koko had treated them to a Boba date for. He was honestly shocked, and proud, of how they pulled all that off- which made it all the more sensible for him to do this,

“Join Bonten.” He spoke, casually twirling his half drank matcha milk tea.

They eyed him for a couple seconds, their brain still buffering his offer. He was one of their friends that always said to stop thinking about those things, that it was a dangerous business for them to be in.

"You said you needed a job right?" He spoke up, looking at them for some time had passed before they could respond.

"Uhm..well," they stammered, taking a sip of their drink before continuing, "yeah, but- didn't you say that it would be too dangerous for me or something?"

The male, sitting opposite of them, hummed in response, "yes, but…"

Nearing his date, who shrunk from his close proximity, he smirked and proposed something more embarrassing (yet heartfeltly true.)

"I'll be your personal bodyguard, alright?"

They rolled their eyes and shoved him away with a finger to his chest. Seeing their red-tinted cheeks and how they avoided eye-contact, Koko chuckled at his scheme.

"With your stick-lookin' ass? Aww hell nah- I'd even rather have Sanzu be my bodyguard!"

"Stick-looking? Pssh- pretty sure you said the opposite last night," chocking on the boba, they had to hack their way out of the situation as people were starting to look at them oddly. Koko, on the other hand, was smugly crossing his arms, a triumphant smile on his face at his clap back.

'I guess watching those american dramas with Kakuchou does have its perks.' He thought to himself, taking note to record the next episodes of 'Keeping up with the Kardashians' to watch after working.

"Koko wtf," they harshly whisper as Koko just chuckled and grabbed their hand, pulling them up and walking out the shop and to his car.

"Where are you takin' me this time?" they grumbled, annoyed with their friend's teasing.

"To our hideout." He said.

"But-,"

"Nope, you're accepting and that's final." Koko interrupted before intertwining their hands and looking past the building they were just in.

"We're all there for you, so don't worry too much about it."

They smiled while tightening their grip in his hold, swinging it slightly in tune with their steps.

"Fine~, I better get some good benefits."

"For you? Only the best."

#tokyo rev x you #kokonui #kokonoi hajime #bonten kokonoi #koko x you #tokrev mikey #mikey got scammed #ran is dead inside #kakucho can rest easy now #sanzu wants to stabby stab #rindou does not give a damn #mochi peaced out #takeomi can smoke in peace now #unedited #maybe ooc #crackfic #songfic

[saintsugu]

BAD HABITS. KINKTOBER DAY 2

rating: mature; mdni

pairing: rindou haitani x fem!reader

wc: 6k

content warnings: explicit content, bonten timeline rindou, sort of cnc/dubcon, drugs (pcp + laced weed) + a fairly unrealistic depiction of a high (rindou’s side), mentions of violence/murder, degradation, slight slut shaming, choking, oral (f!receiving), slight usage of a safe word/action.

author’s note: reposted fic !

You let out a deep breath as nicotine saturates your senses. It’s a feeling you’ve been familiar with for a while now. Your body feels lighter and your mind is more at ease. You know that it isn’t true peace, but it’s nice to feel it momentarily—even if it’s fake. 

Everyone has their vice, their own little escape from this wretched life that they lead. Drugs, sex, alcohol, whatever it might be. Whether we recognize it or not, we use it, and we abuse it to help ourselves. 

You haven’t really found yours. You’ve found small things that help you calm down and cope a bit, but you haven't found that special depravity. You’ve smoked several times with Sanzu— even dropped acid with him on occasion— but it never appealed to you as much as it did him. Ran’s invited you to go drinking as well, but you aren’t a heavy drinker like him. No matter what it is, nothing gets you off like it does with the other people here. Maybe it’s because you have a bigger chip on your shoulder— or maybe there’s no reason at all. 

The sound of traffic has always helped calm you, though. You figure that it’s because you grew up around it. Since getting high or drunk doesn’t scratch that itch, over the years you’ve found that the best thing you can do is go up to the roof for a smoke. 

“Thought I’d find you up here.” 

“I came up here for peace and quiet,” you don’t need to turn around to know who’s standing behind you. “It’s no longer peaceful or quiet with someone else up here.”

“Funny.” It’s as if you can hear the way he rolls his eyes when he speaks.Rindou knows exactly why you come up here, so he sees straight through your answer easily. “Why’d you really come up here?”

“Sanzu’s high out of his mind and it’s annoying me.” He hums in agreement, but doesn’t say anything; as if he’s waiting for you to continue. “And I’m sick of all this infighting,” you begrudgingly admit. 

Today, nothing went as planned and everyone’s been blaming each other. Takeomi pissed Rindou off during the mission, so naturally, Ran is pissed at Takeomi. Sanzu somehow believes that Kakucho is at fault, and like usual, Kokonoi has done nothing but fuel the fire with his snide remarks. The worst part about it all, is that you don’t even care. You just want everyone to shut the fuck up— or for better lack of words, you just want some goddamn peace and quiet. 

“There it is.” Finally, you turn your head around, solely to shoot him a glare. “Come back inside with me. I’ll get your mind off things. We can fuck around, it’ll be fun.”

“Wow. Way to sugarcoat things, Rin’.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You hear his quiet chuckle decorating the words, and you swear your lips curl up in amusement at the sound. 

“So what, you have new drugs you want to try?” You raise an eyebrow, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. 

“Correct, but you don’t have to try them with me. Just want you to keep me company, in case I, you know, go into cardiac arrest or something.” A small laugh bubbles out of your throat, despite the joke really not being that funny. You worry about Rindou a lot— all of them, truthfully. Your feet feel heavier than usual as you follow him back down the stairwell. 

Rindou is a lot different when the lights go dark and you’re left to yourselves. He’s a lot less guarded. You figure it’s just because he doesn’t have to worry about keeping up appearances, with Bonten or his brother, but either way, it makes you feel good that he trusts you enough to be a little vulnerable around you. 

“So, what is Sanzu on for him to be pissing you off so much?” He muses. 

“Shit ton of acid,” you answer, cringing at the memory of the man talking in his circles. He was rambling on and on, yet you couldn’t even understand his words due to the speed at which they left his mouth. You nodded in your head out of pure confusion for nearly 15 minutes before escaping to the roof. “He was about to snort a line before I left, too.”

“I don’t blame you for leaving.”

Currently, you’re staying at Bonten’s base. Most everyone has their own place, but sometimes they still stay here regardless. Sometimes it’s safer, and for others, it’s just more convenient. For you, it’s the latter. 

The only current people occupying the building right now are you, Sanzu, and Rindou. Haruchiyo’s access to drugs is more limited when he’s at his own place— due to Mikey’s rules— so he ends up spending more time at the base. And Rindou is only here because his brother’s fling of the week is staying in their shared apartment. You, on the other hand, don’t really have a reason. Just like them, you have your own place and you go back to it sometimes, but it feels so lonely compared to here. 

The elevator stops on the fifth floor, which serves as a lobby and leads to everybody’s rooms. When the doors open, Sanzu is sprawled out on the couch. Little white lines decorate the glass coffee table, as well as a credit card and a few opened pill bottles. Sanzu isn’t going to die from a gun or a blade— you swear  his own addiction is what will kill him in the end; you pray that you won’t be around to see it happen.

“What do you have in store for us today?” You ask as you follow him into his room and he closes the door behind you. 

His room is fairly bland. The walls are coated with the same base of gray that decorates yours as well as every other executive. The room’s layout is similar to your own, but with his bed against the middle of the wall, it feels a little less spacious. Small piles of clothes clutter his wooden floor— taking up whatever space isn’t already covered by his rug. It’s not exactly messy, per say, but it’s not spotless, either. 

It’s probably because you were just outside, but you can’t help but notice how incredibly hot it is in Rindou’s room. It’s nothing he hasn’t already seen, so you have no qualms about unbuttoning your dress shirt and letting it hang open. Still, you don’t miss the way lavender eyes flit down to the blue fabric for a moment. 

“Let me find it.” His words are mumbled together as he kneels before the nightstand beside his bed. “I hid it in case that little shit out there came looking for it.”

It’s noisy as he knocks around things in the drawer, not trying to even be remotely gentle as he looks for it. It doesn’t take long for him to shut the drawer and stand up with a small baggie of pills in his hand. 

“Ta-da,” he simply says, sliding onto the bed with you. 

You aren’t as knowledgeable as the two bonten executives when it comes to drugs, so you ask, “What is it?” 

“Angel dust.” There’s a small grin on his face as he opens the bag. “Knabbed it off the shipment from last week.”

“Ah,” you nod, watching as he pulls out three of the little white capsules. “You seem excited.”

“Cause I am,” he chuckles. “I’ve been wanting to try this shit for ages. Do you think three is too much?”

You softly nod your head in agreement. “Maybe a bit,” watching as he drops a pill back into the bag and the leftovers into his mouth. 

There’s a soft smile on his face as he turns his gaze to you. “Now we wait.”

For a while, you were against this—the drugs, but you learned to deal with it, even to participate in it. You’re a fugitive, a truth that came a little too harshly for you. You realized that in the end, it really didn’t matter for people like you. You’re able to gamble with your own life as much as you want because you have no idea the next time you’ll come home from the field. So, people like Sanzu and Rindou will find their freedom in little white pills, while you sit back and watch, silently hoping nothing will go wrong. 

A few minutes of silence pass before he speaks up in an alarmed tone. “Oh shit, I got something special for you, too,” he mumbles as he crawls off the bed and returns to his place on the floor. “I almost forgot.”

His search is faster than it was the first time, but as he stands up, you watch him stumble a bit. His hands are quick to grab the edge of his nightstand and you swear that his grip is so tight that he could splinter the wood. 

“Rin, you okay?” You figure the drugs are kicking in, but even so, neither of you know how thiswill affect him. 

“Yeah.” His voice is shaky and you watch as he squeezes his eyes shut; more than likely trying to focus on something other than whatever shit he’s currently seeing. “Just give me a moment.”

You’re sitting up now, eyes trained on him and chest filling with worry. He takes a deep breath and then returns to his spot on the bed. “‘m okay now.”

While he changes the cart in his wax pen, you settle behind him. You let your hand run up the sides of his arms until they reach his neck. He lets out a low and quiet moan as you dig your fingers into the skin. You continue on and when he drops his head, taking it as an opportunity to press a kiss into the side of his neck.

His voice sounds light as he chuckles, “Shit, you’re good at this.” You feel him shiver as you lick a stripe up his neck and he’s quickly turning his head away. “Stop distracting me or I’ll never get this shit done.”

He returns to the work he was doing and you lean your chin on his shoulder, eyes fixed on his hands and the way they move. He swaps out the carts and throws the old one into the trash can a few feet in front of him. “Here, it’s for you.”

“Ooh, lucky me,” you chuckle, taking the device in your hand and lifting it to your lips. 

You take three large inhales and return to your assault on his neck as you wait for them to take effect. 

In contrast to your usual highs, it only takes about five minutes for it to start to settle in your system. The hits wash over you like a tidal wave. Usually, three would barely be anything for you, but this… “Holy shit, this isn’t regular weed, is it?” 

“It's spiced,” he answers, words sounding tired and a bit slurred. 

Intense wouldn’t even be the right word to describe it. You can feel everything and it’s almost nauseating. Even the low-light of Rindou’s ceiling fan is overwhelming your brain. There’s an odd buzzing from outside in the hall, and it’s far too loud for your liking. God, even your clothes make your skin itch. In an attempt to feel better, you lay back down on the bed. As soon as your back hits the matress, he’s there right next to you, greedy hands pulling you closer to him.

You’ve had highs like this before, but never from a pen or weed in general. You’re too aware of everything going on. Rindou’s hands on your body, his warm breath on your skin, the cool draft coming from the vent in the corner of his room—hell, even the clothes you’re wearing. 

You flinch as his tongue makes contact with your skin and it’s no surprise that you’re also more sensitive. You suck in a deep breath, trying to focus on something in the room to calm yourself down. “You didn’t just bring me up here for drugs, did you, Rin?” You both know the answer to that question and it’s only confirmed when he chuckles into your skin. 

“Maybe not,” he mumbles, not giving you any sort of warning as he sinks his teeth into your tender skin. 

“Fuck,” you swear, eyes snapping shut as soon as you feel it. It feels good, yet it’s nearly overwhelming. For some reason, you think eliminating your sight will help rein yourself in. “Rin, you can’t just do that.” 

He doesn’t respond, simply flashing you a lazy smirk—that you can’t even see— and tonguing over the fresh mark. “Baby,” he slurs out, fingers beginning to dig into your waist. “Want you.” He lays a kiss on the base of your neck. “Need you.” Another on your collarbone. 

It feels so different from every other time you’ve been with him. You’ve been high during sex before, but it’s never been like this. Every touch lights your skin on fire, every word makes your mind cloud with lust. At this point, even if you aren’t voicing it, you’d do anything to fuck him. 

“Then take me.” What’s meant to be a statement, comes out as a quiet moan. 

If someone were to ask, you wouldn’t be able to pinpoint when exactly this started happening. You’ve known Rin for years and it just  of…of…a happened. 

You aren’t able to remember the details, but you can remember the fact that you were both drunk and in desperate need of physical contact. It started off as a mistake, then an outlet for stress, and then somewhere along the lines, it morphed into a habit.

Deft fingers fiddle with the waistband of your slacks, and you can tell that he momentarily forgets about the zipper and button because he lets out a frustrated grunt as he tugs at them. You move to do it yourself, but he quickly realizes his mistakes. 

You lift your hips when you feel him clutch the fabric and he’s quick to tug the clothing as far down your legs as he can. You help him the rest of the way and your pants end up somewhere on the floor. 

“Fuck,” he groans as he sits up, movements a bit sluggish from the drugs. A chill is sent down your spine as his hands grip both of your thighs, spreading them a bit and making you involuntarily clench at the feeling. You swear you can see him drooling a bit at the view. 

You try to close them, to push against his hands, but like every other time you’ve tried before, he’s far too strong. 

Today’s mission was especially stressful for the both of you. Unncessary killing took place, and while that wouldn’t normally be a big deal for someone as famous as one of the Haitiani brothess, he knows how you feel about shit like that. You aren’t proud of your ‘line of work’, no one here really is (with the exception of Sanzu, maybe), but he can tell that your moodin particulary gets affected by that. 

When you two got back— even though you weren’t sure when it would be— you knew you should be ready for him to pull you into his room and fuck you into the mattress. 

You made a point of putting on Rindou’s favorite lingerie: a lace and flowery set, a thong with a matching bralette, in a teal color that ‘reminds me of my hair in the old days’. Now, you’re starting to rethink your decision, due to that look in his eyes when he sees them. 

“Shit, Rin, give me…wait.” Words are failing you. Your brain feels very overwhelmed. It’s not that you don’t want this, you just don’t know how well you’re going to be able to handle it. 

He easily keeps them spread, pinning them to the sheets as if to prove some kind of point. “Gotta taste you ‘fore I go insane.”

He’s painfully slow as he licks a stripe against your clothed cunt. Even though he’s out of it, he’s still using his old tricks. 

With your eyes pointed at the ceiling and your stomach tightened out of pure anticipation, you feel the man tap his fingers against the soft skin of your thigh. 

“Eyes on me, doll.”

Even his words are setting off something inside of you. It’s as if whatever you took opened up a whole new part of your brain and your body. Now your eyes are staring deep into his as he carefully pulls your panties down. The tips of his fingers drag alongside your hips, the calloused skin tickling your own in a way that makes you almost shiver. 

You can’t tell if it’s from the contact, the anticipation of what he’s planning, or just simply the look in his eyes. With the flimsy material out of the way, he runs his tongue over his upper lip and leans closer. 

It’s easy to feel his hot breath against your bare skin and it drives you crazy. He starts by leaving messy kisses on your inner thighs, sucking multiple bruises as he goes. He’s surprisingly teasing for a man who’s desperate. 

“Rin, fuck,” you swear, breath shaky. “Just do something.”

The first contact his tongue has with your clit, has you quietly moaning, head pushed back a little as you savor the feeling. Sadly, the feeling is short-lived as he quickly pulls away and presses a kiss against your thigh to get your attention. 

He stares up at you through tired eyes, and you swear that you have to hold back a moan at his words. “I gave you an order, didn’t I?”

Once your eyes are trained back on him, he returns to his previous actions. His tongue licks a long stripe in between your folds and then a few kitten licks against your clit. He repeats this a few times and it easily gets you borderline panting—especially with the added effect of the drugs. 

Your hand finds its way to his hair, and he lets out a deep groan as you grip the strands and push him deeper into your pussy. After one last lick, he takes the puffy bud into his mouth, eliciting a heavenly sound from you. He moans in harmony with you, fingers digging deeper into the flesh of your thighs. 

He finds it so cute the way you’re fighting the urge to close your eyes— the way you’re trying your best to obey him. After all, it’s the least you can do after shutting him out all day. He was really worried about you, and it’s up to you to make it up to him with those pretty moans of yours. 

You don’t question the way one of his hands leaves your leg, but your eyes shoot open when he pushes two fingers inside of you. 

“R-Rin,” you manage to say, the feeling more intense than it has been in a long time. “I don’t think—”

You whine at the loss of contact as he pulls his lips away to speak, resting his head against your inner thigh. “How do you think you’re gonna be able to take my cock, if you can’t even handle two fingers?”

You don’t even have a response, too focused on the way the pads of his fingers brush against your g-spot with ease. He’s sloppier than usual. He doesn’t have those precise and practiced movements that usually have you screaming his name. The drugs are probably responsible for it, but your own drugs are making the experience more than enjoyable. 

“Rin,” you moan out, barely even sure of what you’re about to say. 

“What is it, doll?” His voice sounds tired, yet it maintains that teasing lilt. 

While you struggle to answer what exactly it is, he busies himself by sucking on the fat of your thigh; no doubt littering it with marks. 

“I need more.” You barely choke out the words, eyebrows furrowed as you stare at the man in between your legs. 

“Sweetheart, no offense, but you can barely handle this.” To further get his point across, he abruptly presses hard into your sweet spot. 

You can’t control the loud moan that leaves your lips as your eyes roll back. Your hips jerk against his mouth and you know that you’re almost at your breaking point. 

“Besides, weren’t you just complaining that it was too much?” 

It’s that unparalleled confidence that has always drawn you towards him. Even though he’s probably tripping out of his mind right now, he’s still as cocky as ever. As an executive, you have a lot riding on your shoulders; a lot of responsibility and a lot of choices to make. So it’s nice to have someone take control every now and then, even if it’s just during sex. 

“Please don’t stop.” You can’t even register how loud your cries are, your mind too focused on him to worry about keeping quiet. “Please, Rin, please.”

He can feel the way your thighs shake beside his head and goddamnit, it’s really been way too long since he’s gotten you like this. There’s only been time for quickies before meetings or after missions. He hasn’t had enough time to get you shaking for him in a long time, and fuck, has he missed it. 

“R-Rin,” you whine. “Rin. Want to—shit.”

“What’s that?” He hums, a condescending tone clothed by faux sympathy. “What do you need?”

You sound high out of your mind when you slur the words, “I want to cum on your cock.”

He can feel himself twitch when you speak. On one hand, he wants to make you work harder for it, but on the other hand—the compulsive hand that currently has a lot more control in his decision-making— he wants to fuck you, and he wants to fuck you right now. 

“Fuck, you’re so needy.” The strangled grunt he lets out sounds animalistic as he pulls away from you. 

You whine at the loss of contact, but he successfully shuts you up with his mouth on yours. His hands fumble with his belt as he nips at your lips, too high to worry about how he’s wasting all of your arousal by accidentally getting them on his pants. The kiss is sloppy, all teeth and tongue as he leans his frame against you. 

You’re too busy entangling your hands in his hair to notice how far along he is in stripping, the only way you can know is when you hear the sound of his belt hitting the floor. 

“Gonna fuck you real good.” Everything he does and says gets you even more drunk. You’re drunk on his taste, his touch, just him. It might be an exaggeration, but you’ve never wanted to fuck him more than in this moment. 

You whine his name, hands grabbing at his jaw to pull him closer to you. You moan into his mouth when you feel his tip push into you, slowly starting to stretch you out. 

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive,” he curses at the way you tighten around him, making it almost impossible for him to even bottom out. 

If it wasn’t for the drugs numbing his senses, he might’ve not been able to handle this. The way you're squeezing him and calling his name, even in this drugged-up state, he’s going to need to get a grip or else he might not last for long. 

You arch your back against the mattress as he finally fills you up to the hilt. Your hands travel down to his back, and he moans when you drag your nails against his skin, leaving bright red lines in their wake. 

During the time you’ve spent with him, you’ve learned all of his little tells, and he’s done the same with you. You know what makes him tick, what his breaking point is, and how exactly to get him there. You also know that he has a fixation with pain. 

Neither of you have talked about it; there hasn’t been a need. It was understood that he liked it in a sexual sense, but for a long time, you didn’t know the nature of it. He can be sadistic when he fights and has always gotten a sense of fulfillment when his skin is painted red, but that doesn’t transfer over to the bedroom. When he’s here with you, he wants to be hurt. Whether that be you pulling his hair or digging your nails into him until he bleeds, it drives him crazy. 

His strokes are messy. It’s more of him rutting his hips against yours, rather than fluid motions. Even though it isn’t precise like it usually is, it still feels so damn good. His face is buried into the crook of your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin. 

Your chest is pressed against his, nipples rubbing against him through the thin fabric of your bralette as you push your head into the pillow. “Rin,” you gasp out as his teeth bite down on your neck, quickly soothing the mark with his tongue. When his hand slips down and he messily rubs the pads of his finger against your clit, you cum on the spot. 

He lets out a growl into your neck as you clamp down on his cock, whispering words of how fucking dirty you are. He wants to cum so bad, wants to fill you up to the brim so much that it hurts, but due to the hallucinogens in his system, he needs extra stimulation to get to that point. 

His pace never falters, continuously fucking into your abused cunt. It doesn’t take long for tears to well up in your eyes. 

“Rindou, s-slow down.” Unfortunately, your cries fall on deaf ears. He’s too focused to listen to the weight of your words. “Fuck, I can’t—”

“You can and you will,” he grunts. 

It hurts but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t also feel good. You don’t know if you physically can take it, but goddamnit, you’ll try your best. You know that no matter how fucked out of his mind he is, he’ll stop if you say the safe word, so you’ll keep that tucked away until the last possible moment.

Tears fall down your cheeks and Rindou has to admit that it has to be one of the prettiest sights he’s seen. There’s part of him that feels bad for this, for pushing you to your limits, but seeing you like this makes him want to tear you apart. He wants to get you to those limits and push you beyond that point. 

“God, you’re so fucking tight. Acting like you don’t like this… dirty fucking slut.” His words are followed by a loud and almost pornographic moan. “Sucking me in like this, but bitching about how you can’t take it. P-Pick one—fuck.”

It doesn’t take long for you to cum again. It’s more forced and rushed this time, but it still feels euphoric all the same. Now, as he still fails to slow down, you think you might actually pass out. 

You’re sobbing at this point, moaning and whining, begging him to stop, but he doesn’t. He just keeps fucking you like an animal in heat— a beast.

“Rindou, please.” You sound pathetic, you know that, but if he keeps going, he’s going to break you. 

“Shut up,” he growls, his hand finding its way to your throat. “You’ve whored yourself out to the rest of Bonten, you can handle this.”

His palm presses against the skin, fingers wrapping against the sides of your neck as he applies minimal pressure. 

“I haven’t, please, Rindou..!” You deny his accusations, desperately shaking your head. 

“Stop lying to me,” he speaks through gritted teeth as he ruts into you. “You’ve slept with my fucking brother, so you’re gonna take what I give you.”

You and Ran fooled around a long time ago, and it was also a while before anything happened between you and Rindou. He knows it was purely sex and it doesn’t bother him that much nowadays, but sometimes, the thought of anyone else getting to see you like this sends him into a feral state. 

His speed picks up and his grip on you tightens. His release is close by, right there on the tips of his fingers, but in chasing it, he’s hurting you. He should feel bad, he partially does, but it feels so blissful that he can’t bring himself to stop. How can he when you’re sucking him in like this?

His palm squeezes your throat in an uncomfortable way, and just like that, your ability to breathe is out the window. It always feels good when he chokes you, but it’s not exactly rare for him to accidentally o a bit overboard.

You lightly tap your fingers against his wrist, three times to signify the ‘safeword’ just as you have every time before, but he doesn’t stop. Your eyes widen in surprise as he keeps applying pressure. At this point he’s pressing you down into the mattress. 

You repeat the action, a bit harder this time. You’re starting to panic but he continues. You trust that Rindou would and will never hurt you, not on purpose at least, but this is alarming. It’s never happened before and you don’t know why it’s happening now. Until it hits you. 

You didn’t calculate the drugs running through him. His senses are numbed, he probably can’t even feel it. You tug on his wrist with both of your hands, but it still doesn’t get through to him. You're losing your strength due to the foggy feeling in your head, and you’re starting to run  out of options. You don’t know what to do. You try and pull his hair, but his only reaction is a muffled moan into your neck. 

You’re scared. You’re tired, weak, and far past overstimulated. Now you can’t even breathe. You want to be done. You’ll suck him off so that he cums, but you can’t do this anymore—

All of those thoughts leave your head as he buries himself deep inside of you one last time and reaches his orgasm. As soon as you feel him start to fill you up, you’re cumming with him. 

“Fuck, baby—fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rambles, too lost in pleasure to make coherent statements. 

His grip starts to loosen up after his high peaks and you gasp for air as it does. Your body is still shaking despite the pressure on your throat being gone. You genuinely thought you were about to pass out. That’s…never happened before. Rindou has always been tentative and in tune with your reactions. The only other time you had to use your safeword, he was backing off in an instant. You let out a shaky breath as you try to gather yourself on the comedown from your high. 

When your eyes finally land back on Rindou, he looks scared shitless. Even though he’s exhausted, his energy comes back in the form of panic. He pulls his half-softened dick out as he leans back to look at you. “Oh my god, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I just—”

“I’m so sorry baby, I don’t—I’m sorry I was so rough. Shit,” he curses at himself. 

“Rindou, calm down.” You rub your finger against his cheek and the way he leans into your hand is fucking adorable. “You didn’t mean to, you just didn’t notice when I tapped your wrist.’”

“Fuck,” he groans, laying his head on your chest andturning his cheek to press it against your skin. “I’m so sorry, doll.”

“Don’t be, it’s okay.” Okay isn’t the right word at this moment, but you don’t need him any more panicked or upset than he already is. All that will do is make you more upset in turn. You’ll discuss this again, once you’re both sober. 

“What can I do?” He nuzzles his head into you, laying between your legs. “Would a bath help?”

“Yeah, it would,” you smile at him, running your hand through his lavender hair. 

What started as a hookup and led to a habit, has now turned into something you genuinely couldn’t live without. 

In the end, 

Rindou is your vice. 

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[itjazzbicch]

Long Night

Pairing:  Takeomi Akashi x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Takeomi, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Returning home after years of living in a different country, the reader ends up racing a stranger who turns out to be her old friend Takeomi. Reuniting and hanging out together for a night ends up being a long night as certain feelings create a tension that is quickly shattered...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Smoking, drinking, racing w/a slight cop chase, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), slight spanking, praise, pet names (baby & good girl), creampie, a bit of rough sex

Word Count: 2.4k 

It was good to be back home from across the world. I already had a furnished home, and had some things to settle in the night, but it felt good to hop on my bike, having to drive through the city to get home.

Of course, I hit every red light on the way home and wasn't even halfway there. While waiting for the light to change, a bike next to me caught my attention.

It was nice! The other driver had a helmet on, too, hiding their identity, but I supped them and gave a thumbs up to their bike as a compliment. Their response? They revved their bike at me.

Looking at the lights, it was about to change at any moment now. So, I got ready and revved back at them. They only revved back, and I did the same, our back tires smoking as the light turned green, and we both took off.

There was nothing like racing that made my blood pump and my adrenaline rush. Whoever I was racing indeed had experience and guts. Little did they realize I did, too.

We were neck and neck, swerving past other cars, drifting through an intersection; my tires left behind dark tire marks, running through a red light.

I had to laugh at the driver as they looked at me like I was crazy. Even with a helmet on, I could read their expression, but I started thinking. The direction we were heading showed that they were familiar with how some gangs raced around here. I wondered if I knew them, ready to lift the visor on my helmet to speak, but we both looked back briefly as we heard sirens.

"Shit!" I groaned to myself, throwing up a peace sign to the other driver before taking some alleys to get away from the cops.

It didn't take long for me to get in the clear. I needed a second to breathe and get my heart to stop pumping so fast; I headed to an old parking garage that not too many people used, just to find the same person I was racing in the garage, too.

Now, this was too coincidental, saying before taking off my helmet:

"Yo, do I know you?"

"Y/N?" They surely knew me, taking our helmets off simultaneously, seeing that it was Takeomi.

"Takeomi! Holy shit, bro!" I couldn't believe it, smiling and giggling as we hopped off our bikes to hug each other.

"I should've known it was you," He laughed, swaying as he hugged me, "I only know a few people who drive like a maniac."

"Oh, you're one to talk!" I laughed, playfully shoving him, "Just be grateful we avoided the fuzz, dude!"

"Good point," He chuckled, pulling out a cigarette to light up, "Gonna let the heat die down a little before I head back out."

"Same," I sighed out of relief, no longer hearing any sirens; another thought popped into my head, "You got any plans tonight? I haven't seen you in forever! We got to hang out or something!"

"Just your luck, I'm free," He smirked, blowing out the smoke and ashing his cigarette, making me smile more:

"Sweet! You can come see my place."

Nodding and finishing his cigarette, we hopped back on our bikes, winking at him before putting my helmet back on:

"Just follow me if you can keep up."

"If it weren't for the cops, I would've won," He spat, laughing at him:

"Just wait till we can race again! I'll make you eat your words!"

As much as I wanted to race again, I kept things calm and took the back way to my house, leading him into the garage, parking and putting my helmet on the shelf against the wall, then grabbing the door:

"You want a drink or anything?"

"Sure," He followed, looking around my house and complimenting, "This is nice."

"Thanks," I smiled, heading into the kitchen, "It's all one floor, but I like it."

Nodding and leaning against the island, I could tell by the look on his face that he would ask me a particular question, answering before he could ask by pulling out an ashtray and sliding to him.

"Read my mind."

"Be grateful that I like you," I teased, opening the fridge and offering, "So, normal drinks, or do you want the hard stuff?"

"You know me," He smirked, laughing and grabbing the liquor, going to the couch:

"C'mon, nothing like a drink with an old friend."

"Can't argue with you on that one," He smiled, bringing the ashtray and joining me on the couch.

It was lovely to sit and chat, joke around, and reminisce. Takeomi, Shinichiro, and I were one hell of a trio when we were younger, and it felt like those times again. The more we talked, the more time passed, not realizing it was already late in the night.

"We've been drinking, and it's pretty late," I realized as I looked at my phone, "Just spend the night, 'kay?"

"'Kay," Fixed on his cigarette, I got our glasses and returned to the kitchen to clean up. After washing the glasses, I put the bottle back, bent over as I was fixing some things in the fridge, and noticed the red ring of his cigarette burning in the corner of my eye, but he wasn't ashing it.

"You burn my couch with that, and I'm gonna kick your butt," I warned, looking as he pretended to hold it over the couch, joking:

"What a shame that'd be. This is a nice couch."

"That's it," Standing and marching over to him, I was able to snatch his cigarette, only playing around, "You lost your smoking privileges."

"Hey! I was messing around!" He groaned, trying to get it back. There wasn't much left of it, and I was laughing while trying to dodge him, putting the cigarette in my mouth and pressing his hands into the couch, practically straddling over him as I had his hands pinned with my knees.

"Oh no," I inhaled, blowing out the smoke and ashing it in the ashtray beside me.

"Thought you gave up smoking?" He murmured, fixed on my lower half, "Also, that hurts."

"I have one every once in a while," I huffed, fixing my knees so they weren't hurting his hands anymore, sitting on his lap, "Better?"

"Yeah," He hummed, squeezing my thighs before settling on my hips, his head falling back a little as he smirked, whispering, "That's a lot better."

"Oh, I get it." Retracing my memory, I realized he was staring at me while I was bent over; thus, why he wasn't paying attention to his cigarette. Chuckling, "If you want something in particular, why don't you just go for it?"

"Bold of you to assume that I wasn't going to," Sliding his hands down to my ass and taking a hard squeeze, our lips smacked together; just a few parts of our lips later, his tongue explored my mouth before biting my lip, spanking my ass as he growled, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to tap this ass."

It was so long ago already since we last saw each other, my lip popping free from his bite as I stood up, starting to take off my clothes and give him a little show:

"Sorry that I kept you waiting so long."

"It's alright. Just make it up to me," He grinned, looking me up and down before his eyes followed me as I stepped out of my pants, headed to the door that was for my bedroom, my back facing him as my bra fell next, then my panties.

"I can in here if you want it," I teased, shaking my hip at him before laughing and heading into my dark room.

"You're gonna get it," I could hear his clothes dropping with his footsteps, turning on the lamp as he came in shirtless, joggers sagging, standing at the end of the bed as I was under the covers, teasing him with a finger:

"C'mon, baby."

Tossing his box of cigarettes, lighter, and keys to the nightstand, he quickly stepped out of his joggers and briefs, his cock standing against his stomach, my mouth watering as I was so fixed on it, squealing as he ripped the blanket off the bed, taking me by the ankle and dragging me down, set in the middle.

"Think you'll tease me like that, then be in charge?" He growled as he crawled on me, still holding my ankle, taking the other and snickering, "Just when I was thinking about being sweet with you."

"You know I'm no saint, Takeomi," I blew a kiss, sucking in a deep breath as he brought my legs together, pushing them toward me to expose my dripping cunt, slapping his cock against it before trailing down to tease my entrance:

"I know. I always called you my little baddie, remember?"

"I r-remember," My breaths were already hitched as he spread my legs back open, setting his tip in.

"But tonight? You're going to be a good girl. Got it?" Feeding an inch, my eyes closed softly as I moaned at the slight stretch, but that slightness turned into what felt like a small tear, his hips bucking into mine and slamming his cock deep, taking me by the jaw as a sharp moan shot out of me, nose to nose as he repeated, "Got it?"

"G-Got it-t," I stuttered out, jaw hanging as he pulled back and slammed his tip into my sweet spot, spitting out, "I'll be a good girl."

"Good," He hummed, hooking his arms under mine, his thrusts slowing down, his whisper making me break out in goosebumps, "I've been waiting for years. Wanna take my time with this sweet, little pussy."

"'m sorry I made you wait so long-ggg," I breathed carefully; that tearing eased away, and I was still so full but now wholly submerged in ecstasy.

"It's 'kay," With his mouth leaving marks all over my neck and chest, he was only driving me crazier, tongue swirling over my nipples once his hickeys formed, his pace picked up, electric heat tingling from my head to my toes, "Worth it. You fit me like a glove, baby."

"Uh huh," My head dipped back further and further the quicker he went, his arms fixing on the sides of my head, loving the fucked out expressions on my face, gripping his triceps hard and whining, "Take-"

The orgasm coming for me had me shaking with need. Not being active for a long time and then getting the life nearly fucked out of me had my body losing control much more quickly. All that could be heard was my moans mixed with the slaps of wet skin, the slaps growing louder as I repeated:

"Take!"

"What? Need a little more?" Slithering his hand down to find my clit, my moans got lumped and stuck in my throat as his fingers were quickly soaked, slipping but still rubbing, my clit raw and the jolts all over had my vision blacking out, just feeling his hair, arms wrapped around his neck as I started kissing him, even when I couldn't keep my mouth shut, then back to gripping his arms, digging at his skin as my orgasm was so earthshattering.

It was so intense that he dropped whatever was left of the act he pulled when we first started, our chests meeting and I was able to feel how hard each of our hearts was beating, how heavy our breaths were as he was groaning, my legs latching around his waist and trying to crush him with my thighs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I babbled, whining sharper as he was still fucking me, my grip pulling him deeper each time, panting to him, "I need that again."

"We have plenty of time," He panted softly, pulling out so he could drop to his back, guiding me on top of him, "I wanna see what you're made of, now."

"Give me just a second," I breathed, letting my nerves die down some before sitting on the tip of his cock softly, whining at how much stronger the friction was this time.

"Easy," He cooed, holding my hips, whispering as I rolled my hips, falling closer and closer to his base each time, "Fuck, you're so tight. That's what I like."

"You like that?" I cooed back, dropping on all his cock, bouncing then grinding against his hips, gripping at the sheets and biting my lip as I moved faster, whining again as I felt his cock throbbing against my walls.

"Cum for me real quick, baby," His voice was low, thumb at my clit again, rapid this time, and the intense shock from it almost made me fall to his chest, my hands pressing hard against his chest while I tried to keep going, feeling myself getting close, but my hips kept jerking and trying to give way on me.

"It's s-soo h-hard, Take," Back to biting my lip with my nose flaring from heavy breaths, head down low, his other hand guiding my hip up and down on his cock, getting his tip back to my sweet spot.

"Cum. I know you're right there," He was right, forcing myself up to rock back and forth faster, not knowing how hard I was rocking, even when my ear started ringing, his pants and groans sounding dim, "Got damn, baby."

"God!" I was truly out of my mind, feeling worn out and clenching harder than before. I thought my first orgasm was overwhelming? His cock, our thighs, my brand-new bed sheets? Drenched. And somehow, I was still bouncing on his cock that was throbbing more than the first time, crying out to him, "Why's your dick so good, Take?"

"Why's your pussy so good?" He pulled me down to him, one arm wrapped around my head, the other keeping my ass still as he picked up his hips a little, his thrusts a little sloppy but still had speed, "You just want me to fill you up with how hard you were riding me, huh?"

"You can," Just those two words had him tensing up, grunting more as I sounded so sweet in his ear, "Fill me up, baby. Please."

No more words; I buried my face in his chest as warm strings of white seed coated my walls, leaking out even while still stuffed with his cock. We both just laid there panting till he reached for his cigarettes, lighting up, rubbing my back, and blowing out the first puff of smoke:

"Don't wanna let me go, huh?"

"That and I am beat," I chuckled, looking at him, "That was incredible, Take."

"How long has it been since we've seen each other?" He breathed, brushing back my hair, smiling, "All that tension was bound to break soon."  

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[twindevilgang]

Imagine being Bonten’s assistant

Warning: cursing, mentions of drugs , death, mentions of blowing brains out, mentions of sex, mentions of prostitution,

You’re younger then everyone. Around the age of 23 or so

They are very scary people

And it took you almost a year or so to warm up to the

You being the youngest has It’s little perks when working with them.

Seriously three of them are in their thirties or are about to be forty. (I’m looking at you Takeomi)

Ran, mochi and takeomi can’t get around technology. I said what I said.

Mostly mochi and takeomi

So you’re always stuck helping them with that.

While working for them you realize certain people are easy to work with and others aren’t.

Kakucho and Kokonoi 10/10

Kakucho and Kokonoi 10/10

Phenomenal people to work with 

Kakucho, a very good listener to ideas you have on mission or just simple opinions

We’ll help you out most of the time when’s he’s free, which is rare.

Kokonoi, well help if there’s money involved, which is most of the time.

If you’re having being trouble with bontens investing money give him a call and he’ll be there in less then a minute (mostly because he doesn’t want you fucking up any of his money)

Mochi and takeomi

Solid 7/10

Mochi is a quiet guy and would rather work in a quiet environment, most of the time you forget he’s with you because of how quiet he is. He still gets the job done though.

Takeomi is just like mochi, a quiet guy. Gets the job done too. Although he could cut off the smoking habit when he’s around you and In your office. You swear you can see your white walls going yellow from how much he smokes (but you would never tell him that because your scared he might blow your brains out)

Ran eh maybe a 5/10?

You have mixed feelings about him working with you honestly.

The older men doesn’t even get work done when he’s with you because he’s always trying to get you out of topics

Asking you question that aren’t related to your work. Like at all

He’s very touchy with you

You don’t kind of course

As long as he keeps it rated pg-13 you’re fine with it

He also has a smoking problem, like everyone else. But isn’t bad as Takeomi

Although he’s banned from your office after finding him having sex with one of the prostitutes on your black couch.

There was a big white stain on the cushion so you had to get knew one

Sanzu and Rindou horrible 0/10

Honestly it’s so bad where you refuse to work with them

You’ve told your boss AKA Mikey about them but he just waved you off making you work with them

Putting them together in a room is a bad idea

Sanzu doesn’t get his work done and is getting high on your brand knew couch. And he’s also doing lines of coke on your table.

Don’t even get me started on the damn katana he always brings with him

Rindou isn’t that bad he just doesn’t do anything. He just sits on your couch watching Sanzu get off high off his mind while he smoke.

Although if you really need help he will help you.

Mikey

Won’t even rate him because you don’t ask for his help

Well if you do even ask for his help, he always sends one of his executives to help you

Now when you do work on your own

They would visit you.

Most of the time it’s Mikey when he just wants to eat his dorayaki in peace and far away from sanzu.

You don’t question it

And most of the time you wait for him to start a conversation

Because your just scared of him

He would most likely fall asleep

Which is cute but you really do feel bad for him.

Poor thing looks like he needs a couple more hours of sleep because he always look so exhausted.

That’s why you always have a spare blanket under your desk.

Mochi and Takeomi always come to your office together just to get away from every else like Mikey

But this time you question them

They always respond say your the most sane and quiet person that works with them and your office is the quietest place in the building.

Takeomi is only allowed under one condition, he stops smoking in your off or he smokes outside in the balcony.

Mochi sometimes starts a conversation but it’s always for a little bit until he falls quiet

Ran will Ran’s just in your office to mess with your or anything in the room.

One time when he was playing around with your hair you accidentally fell asleep

When you woke up your hair was In nots and a note on your forehead that said

‘Sorry for the mess on your hair you better get that fixed’

He’s your lest favorite

Sanzu is in your office to either

1) get high off his mind or

2) looking for Mikey

Other than that he’s somewhere else

Rindou doesn’t go to your office unless he’s told to by Mikey.

But every time they get on your nerves you tell yourself to stay calm because your big fat paycheck is coming in the mail in a couple of days.

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After reading It's cold

Y/N remembers she knows how to knit and makes Kakucho a Sweater and for Mikey some socks because that man know no other way of footwear than flip flops

Y/n: here for you :3

Kakucho and Mikey: *dying from cuteness*

The boys planing how to get a handmade gift because peace was never an option in this gang

I feel like I made a lot of ask but I can contain myself this au is so damn cute

Headcanons? 😅 NANDIJAKDOF ta-da?

And they don’t know shit about crafts and handmade stuff.

Like I can see them trying to make soap bars and following YouTube tutorials and Sanzu trying to chop the soap with his Katana.

Then maybe after that doesn’t go as planned and trying to stop Mikey from biting the colorful soap bars, Ran and Rindou searched the Internet for something like “handmade for girlfriend. Gifts easy to do” 😂💕 and somehow they find crayon art...

Abort mission. Somehow Kakucho accidentally blew the wax towards Kokonoi and now his hair is kinda burnt... He screamed.

We skipped Takeomi and Kakucho going through the school section at the store... That was something....

Just imagine two big dudes with scars on their faces... Buying a cart of idk crayola crayons in the american section because the tutorial had that american brand.

Takeomi:buy any crayons!It's the same🤦🏻‍♂️

Kakucho: No☝️, the video showed the American ones.

Btw, Mochi took you out for some shopping as an excuse to keep you out of the house.

Handmade chocolates were out of the question. They all remember the White day fiasco (dont ask I will elaborate soon)

Rindou found this “Reasons why I love you” DIY idea. And they tried.

Koko: *sees what Sanzu wrote* you can't tell Y/N that!

Sanzu: why not? Is true.

Ran: you cant because I already wrote about her butt.

Koko: that’s not-

Takeomi: be more creative, you idiot

Kakucho: Mikey wrote about her soft boobs.

Rindou: yeah, exactly. Look at mine; I wrote about her pussy's gorilla grip.

Koko: *face contorted in pain* no...

Koko burned it all... Shouting about how they were a bunch of degenerates. The intention was there, but their wording... 😔

Finally Koko had enough and purchased tickets to a cruise…

Y/N: *arrives* *smells smoke* Takeomi! Don't smoke with the windows closed!

Everyone: *hiding everything* YES TAKEOMI!

Takeomi: ಠ_ಠ

To be continued? 😣

#idk what happened under the cut 😂💕🫂 #bonten x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi takeomi #kakucho hitto #kokonoi hajime #ran haitani #rindou Haitani #omi.answers #mochizuki kanji #sano mikey manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyorev hcs #omi.shitpost #tr shitpost #guys I’ve been watching wild life documentaries 😂 there are so many animal references lately

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I present to you... "What Would The Cast of TR Choose at Dairy Queen"

Genre: Comedy/HCs/OOC AsF Pairs: None Tags: Food, Swearing, Smoking mentions, no editing, spoilers... Word Count: 928

Takemichi

Would likely stick to ordering just a hot fudge sundae, but makes sure to save the hot fudge for last.

Mikey

Orders the kids cone that has the sugar eyes. Absolutely no one is surprised.

Draken

Oreo Cookie Blizzard all the way with him, but he still gets really pumped when he find big pieces of unblended Oreos.

Baji

Royal Rocky Road Trip Blizzard. No pun intended.

Chifuyu

Since our boy likes sweet things, I totally can see Chifuyu ordering something along the lines of the Royal New York Cheesecake Blizzard. However, I don’t see him finishing it. Instead, he’d likely shove it in the freezer and eat it later.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya seems like the type not to have a huge sweet tooth. Therefore, Mocha Moolate.

Hakkai

HAKKAI THOUGH. He really seems like he’d be enamored with ice cream to the point where he’d be unable to choose. Mitsuya is usually the one to tell him to order a Blizzard. It doesn’t matter which one because he ends up loving it.

Pah

I can see Pah really digging peanut butter for some reason, so a Peanut Butter shake seems like a good pick for him.

Peh

I don’t think Peh likes sweet things too much, but I do think he likes sour things. Lemonade Twisty Misty Slushie for Peh.

Nahoya

Likes slushies as well. Misty Slush.

Souya

Takes after his brother. Misty Freeze.

Kazutora

Kazutora for the Thin Mints Blizzard.

Mucho

As quiet as he is, this man is passionate about ice cream and will go down with the ship for the Heath Bar Blizzard.

Sanzu

Thinks Mucho’s choice in Blizzards is awful but doesn’t say anything in fear that he will hear a 30-minute rant on why Heath Bars are the shit. Instead, he quietly eats his Frosted Animal Cookie Blizzard in peace.

Hanma

Now, we would think Hanma Shuji would have an atrocious taste in ice cream. And you know, thank god it’s not. He orders the Brownie Batter Blizzard, but not before joking about ordering the Cotton Candy one.

Kisaki

Caramel Moolate, with extra caramel. He likes caramel a lot, and Hanma teases him about it until trying it and then realizes that maybe extra caramel isn’t the worst idea.

Inui

Goes back and forth between ordering a Vanilla Moolate and an Oreo Cookie Blizzard. He sometimes can’t choose, though, and holds up the line.

Koko

After scraping together enough money, making sure it fits his budget for the month… Koko tends to just get a vanilla cone. After all, it’s the cheapest thing on the menu. Though, if someone else is buying, he’ll get the Royal New York Cheesecake Blizzard. He really likes strawberries.

Shinichiro

He just gets a coke and watches the show, much to the confusion of the staff.

Izana

He orders a Strawberry shake but also is a fan of the chocolate-dipped cones.

Kakucho

Would typically order a Vanilla shake, though sometimes ventures out and orders a Raspberry Chip one. Izana always asks if he can try the raspberry one, to which he always ends up hating. Kakucho doesn’t know why he tries.

Shion

Always orders a Snickers Blizzard and tends to intimidate the staff on accident.

Ran

Usually orders a Caramel shake, though also is a big fan of the Caramel Moolate as well. He always has them put extra whipped cream on both, though.

Rindou

Used to order the Raspberry Chip shake but then discovered the wonders of the Raspberry Fudge Bliss Blizzard and hasn’t returned since.

Mochi

Orders the Reece’s Extreme Blizzard, this man likes peanut butter and chocolate more than he likes...well, a lot of things.

South

South is surprisingly simple when it comes to ice cream. He orders only a large chocolate-dipped cone and goes on his merry way, even if that means sometimes slamming his head on the top of the door frame when exiting. The staff may or may not be counting.

Takeomi

Takeomi likes to smoke, and you know what’s good when you smoke? Coffee. Therefore, Mocha Moolate makes his day just a little bit better.

Senju

Senju loves ice cream. Mint Chip Shakes shape her being.

Wakasa

Oh, Waka...because you maybe love candy, this is gonna sound slanderous but… Cotton Candy Blizzard. The entirety of Brahman judges you, Waka.

Benkei

Benkei likely would eat anything on the DQ menu, save for the Cotton Candy Blizzard. Though, I think his favorite would have to be the Butterfinger Blizzard.

Naoto

Did you see how many energy drinks this man consumed? Mocha Moolate. A large. At least 3. He would get brain freeze at least 10 times. Did he even enjoy this experience?

Hina

She really likes the strawberry-dipped cones, but also loves sharing the banana splits with Takemichi.

Emma

Tried to be cute like Hina and Takemichi with Draken, ended up eating an entire banana split to herself one day until Mikey(Read: Hina and Takemichi) talked some sense into Draken. It ended up being a day where all of them went and ate ice cream together but Emma was able to share a banana split with Draken. By herself, she really likes Strawberry shakes...hm, I wonder who she takes after… :3c

Taiju

This man is chaotic, like half the time the staff won’t even take his order because he keeps adding on things and taking things away all while saying weird hymns from church. At one point someone even told him he needs the lord himself. They just gave him a consolation Vanilla cone so he would leave. amen.

#tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers #i literally let my damn ice cream melt while i wrote this #ok im gonna lay down now lol #tokyo revengers fics #therer's too much shit to tag fgdgfdfg #imi: i'll write for characters #also imi: i'll write for all the characters

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: The tattoos fiasco

Bonten x Reader | 1333 words

Warnings: imma start labeling them as crack fics, grammar mistakes, Can be read as a stand-alone fic, mediocre writing<it is a warning, innuendos. Idk

With your first paycheck from working with Bonten in hand, you were buzzing with excitement. The number of digits left you dizzy at first, and you even went to Kokonoi and asked if there was a mistake. Apparently, there wasn't.

So here you are walking in the lower shopping levels of their office. For the first time ever, you had money to spare. You really didn't need anything, but there was this feeling of emancipation. You can understand some of Kokonoi’s fondness for earning your own cash.

“What to get?” You already had a lot of stuff, thanks to everyone, especially Kakucho and Takeomi. Then as you walked past a makeup shop, a black object caught your eye. “Oooh!! I’m getting that.” with quick steps, you walk in, paid, and left. Now bag in hand, you went back upstairs.

You announced that you wanted to go home and if anyone was available. You avoided saying the word taxi or walk alone; the last time you tried, they almost lost their shit, and Kokonoi went on a two-hour lecture about your safety and their peace of mind.

Thankfully, Mochi said he could drive you. He needed to run some errands, and by errands, you knew what kind. Before you could leave, Mikey held your wrist.

“Remember that we’re all going tonight.” you nodded eagerly.

“Dinner, right?” you asked, just to confirm in case... They had other plans, and you’ve forgotten about them.

“Yeah, Rindo’s turn to pick a restaurant,” added Takeomi.

“Why?” asked Ran with a teasing tone, “you wanted something else?” he curved his fingers around your waist. Squeaking a no, you walked out. “You’re cute when you shy away!” Ran’s strong voice echoed after you.

Mochi laughed beside you, “You look like a tomato,” he commented.

-

Dropping you off, Mochi said he most likely won't make it for dinner, so don't include him on the table since some of his errands would take time. Then, you both said your goodbyes.

Now alone in your place, you threw your shoes at the entrance and rapidly changed to something more comfortable for the project you had in mind. Almost bouncing your way to your discarded bag, you took out your new acquisition.

You know how everyone has those moments of losing control and bad decisions, do things you might regret later. In your case, it can happen but not how anyone would expect. Yours was a lot more.... different since your definition of danger consisted in crossing the street without looking both ways.

After reading the instructions, charging the device, and preparing yourself, with a low buzzing sound coming from the black object, you began.

A few hours later, the sound of the door announced their arrival. You could hear Kokonoi nag to Sanzu about not leaving your shoes neatly in the entrance and Sanzu just laughing it off and doing the same thing as you.

“Y/N! We’re home!” shouted Kakucho.

“Welcome back! I’m in the living room!” you stood up and stretched. Sitting on the floor for so long hurt your back.

“I got food; come eat!” Rindo said as he walked with multiple takeout bags.

So you made your way to the kitchen.

“Y/N, Rindo brought soup, so I need-” Kokonoi never finished his sentence. A loud crash made everyone turn. Kokonoi had dropped one of your plates. He froze from the image in front of him. There you stood and... “What the hell did you do to yourself?!?” He was going to have a stroke.

At his scream, everyone looked your way. Their reactions differed. Takeomi choked on his smoke. Rindo, who was purring soup on a plate, got distracted by your new acquisitions that he ended up dumping half of it out of the container. Sanzu seemed to love the concept and went running towards you and began to analyze your skin. From your arms to your legs, he even crouched down to have a better look.

“Hmm,” hummed Mikey as he poked your skin. He didn't seem mad, just curious.

“Mikey, stop jabbing your fingers in her,” Kakucho tried to stop his boss, “Y/N, sweetheart. Why-” the poor man was about to cry, and you panicked. Kakucho has always been so soft to you.

“Oh! No, no! Kaku-chan! The tattoos are fake! They last a day or so.” you reassured him.

“Thank god,” breathed Ran, who had been very quiet until now.

“Y/N, those aren't tattoos,” added Takeomi from your open window.

“I know they look weird... The machine wasn't doing a very good job,” you acknowledged. And it was true; your skin had a variety of smudges from different colors.

“The decapitated hello-kitty is my favorite,” said Sanzu

Kokonoi looked in horror at the amount of ink. “The what?!”

“Like I said, it wasn't working! It only printed half of it,”

“But why?” Asked Mikey, still poking at your wannabe tattoos as Kakucho kept trying to stop his actions.

“Ohh hmm... I saw the other day,” you lowered your gaze, “Ran and Rindo’s tattoos and Uhm...��� your voice slowly became quieter and quieter. “A-and I thought they looked pretty.”

At your words, Ran fastly pulled you on his lap. You tried scrambling away only to be stopped by a chest on your back.

Rindo clicked his tongue in disapproval, “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Little Lady, here, likes our Tattoos, Rindo.” even en if Ran was talking to his brother, his intense gaze never left yours. “What should we do about that?” For a moment, the three of you forgot the rest was there.

“Would you like to touch them again...” Rindo guided your trembling hands inside his brother suit. “Like yesterday? I still remember. You know? Your grip is very tight,” that declaration had a double meaning. Ran and Rindo got a whimper out of you, and that’s when the other men present had enough.

Kakucho snatched your hand from Rindo’s hold. “That’s it; the food will get cold.”

“You horn dogs, behave.” Sanzu pulled Ran’s chair. As a result, you fell backward, only for Rindo to catch you.

“Sanzu, be careful!” shouted Kokonoi

“Yeah, Sanzu. Be careful; your jealousy is showing.” Rindo retorted.

A snickering Takeomi clapped a hand on Sanzu’s back. “Let it go; Mikey looks like he’s about to throw a tantrum.” His words were like a waking up call to everyone.

On cue, Bonten’s boss muttered, “I’m hungry; hurry up.” and following his words, your stomach grumbled out loud.

Everyone sat down. Although, you could see Rindo and Sanzu kicking each other under the de table.

“I’m helping you take all that,” Kokonoi’s voice interrupted the silence.

“It’s okay; they will be gone by tomorrow,” you explained once again.

“They look like bruises. We don't like that.” finished Kokonoi. You noticed he said we... And you looked around the table. All eyes corroborated Kokonoi’s statement.

Kakucho, who sat beside you, placed his hand on your thigh in a comforting manner.

-

“This was a horrible decision,” mumbled Kokonoi as he scrubbed a beheaded hello-kitty on your right leg.

“Yeah, kinda,” you agreed as your head popped up from the bubbles in the bathtub.

“I see you both are having fun,” sarcastically commented Rindo, who appeared at the door.

“Shut up,” you and Kokonoi let out at the same time.

“I’m thinking of managing your income from now on,” Kokonoi said while adding more soap to his washcloth.

“Good idea,” snickered Rindo, “no more spending five hundred in a tattoo printer.”

“It’s your fault! For looking all... All...-” your pouting face slowly submerged in the soapy water.

“All what? Hmm?” a teasing smile formed on Rindo’s lips. Rolling his sleeves, he dipped his hand in the bathtub. “Tell me, was it my tattoo?” he reached for your waist underwater.

“Yah! Stop! Yes! Your tattoo looks hot!” You screamed from the tickling on your sides.

“Rindo!! That's enough!” Shouted an annoyed and now wet Kokonoi.

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