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missmadella · 2 months ago

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For What’s Mine, I Burn (Bonten x Reader)

Summary: What started as a simple solo train ride into the city quickly became anything but. You thought you were slipping away unnoticed for a harmless meet-up with a friend—but you forgot one crucial detail: you're Bonten’s darling. Their girlfriend. And you don’t get to vanish just like that.

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You’re not going alone

The train platform was quiet this morning, early sunlight glinting off the tracks. You stood with your coat pulled tight, phone in hand, earbuds ready. A casual meet-up downtown with an old friend — something simple, something normal.

Something you hadn’t told your boyfriends about.

You figured it would be fine. Just a train ride. No big deal.

But as the train slid into the station, you got the unsettling feeling you were being watched. You brushed it off. Paranoia, probably. You lived with Bonten, after all — a little paranoia came with the territory.

You found an empty seat by the window and sat down, sliding in your earbuds and turning up your music. The familiar pulse of bass helped you relax.

Until the seat beside you shifted under someone’s weight.

You turned your head—and froze.

“Going somewhere, pretty girl?” Sanzu’s voice was silk over blades, his smirk lazy, but his eyes sharp. “Didn’t think to mention it to us, huh?”

Your heart jumped into your throat. “W-What are you—?”

“’What are we doing here?’” came a cooler voice from your other side. Kokonoi slid into the seat, crossing one leg over the other, his eyes scanning his phone like this was routine. “That’s the real question, sweetheart. I thought we talked about not sneaking off.”

“I wasn’t—” You pulled your earbuds out. “I just wanted to meet a friend—"

“And you couldn’t even leave a note, baby?” Sanzu tilted his head, expression darkening just slightly. “You know how that looks?”

“It’s just a friend—”

“Girl or guy?” Koko interrupted, still not looking at you.

You hesitated for half a second too long.

Sanzu let out a low whistle. “Oh, it’s a guy. Wow. That’s bold, doll. Real bold.”

Your lips parted in protest, but nothing came out. You suddenly felt very small between them.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” you mumbled.

Kokonoi finally turned to face you, his phone slipping into his pocket. “It is when you belong to us, princess.”

Sanzu leaned in closer, voice dropping. “You’re ours, baby. You don’t run off without your boys.”

You sat there, caught between defiance and guilt. They were overwhelming. Warm. Possessive. Familiar.

Sanzu’s gaze softened slightly when he saw your frustration, his teasing grin easing into something gentler.

“C’mere, angel,” he murmured. “Don’t pout.”

You let out a small breath, stubbornness finally melting. You shifted in your seat and leaned your head onto Sanzu’s shoulder, your body relaxing when his arm slid around your waist without hesitation, holding you snug against him.

“There we go,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “That’s better, yeah?”

Koko rested an arm on the back of your seat, fingers grazing your shoulder. “You’re lucky we love you, baby girl.”

“I know,” you muttered against Sanzu’s coat.

They didn’t say anything after that — didn’t need to.

You weren’t alone. You never really were.

And honestly? You didn’t mind it anymore.

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By the time you stepped off the train with them flanking your sides, your quiet rebellion felt like a half-forgotten dream. They hadn’t left your side since.

Sanzu’s hand was on your lower back.

Kokonoi’s fingers were hooked in your coat pocket.

Silent. Watchful. Undeniably close.

You didn’t bother fighting it anymore. Not when it felt like this — warm, steady, unshakable.

The meeting with your friend came and went. Quick. Polite. Tense, under the weight of Bonten’s unseen presence nearby. They hadn’t let you out of their sight, not even for five minutes. And when it was over, neither of them said a word before leading you into the penthouse suite of one of Kokonoi’s many city properties.

You didn’t know what you expected when the door clicked shut behind you. But what came next?

You weren’t ready for it.

Sanzu was on you first — his hand curling around your chin, tilting it up. His eyes were blazing, but his voice was low.

“You really pissed us off today, baby,” he said, stepping in until your back hit the wall. “Running off like that? Not even a kiss goodbye?”

“I said I was sorry,” you breathed.

He clicked his tongue. “Not with your mouth.”

Behind you, Kokonoi’s presence was quieter — but heavier somehow. His coat was off, sleeves rolled up, jaw clenched tight.

“You scared us,” Koko said. No teasing. Just raw honesty.

Your chest tightened.

“I didn’t mean to,” you whispered.

Sanzu kissed you before you could say anything else — deep, hungry, like he needed to taste the apology from your throat. His tongue brushed yours, teeth grazing your lip before he pulled away just far enough to speak.

“Doll, you belong to us,” he said against your mouth. “You don’t get to act like you’re still on your own.”

“You think we won’t burn this whole city down if something happens to you?” Kokonoi’s voice came from behind you now, closer. “Don’t make us prove it.”

His hands slid under your shirt, warm palms skating up your sides until you shivered.

“Tell us you get it,” Sanzu said, kissing your jaw. “Right now.”

“I get it,” you exhaled, barely audible.

“You sure?” Kokonoi murmured, breath hot against your neck as he pressed himself flush against your back. “Because we could remind you.”

Their hands were everywhere — Sanzu’s fingers tangled in your hair, Kokonoi’s lips ghosting down your neck as he pushed your coat off your shoulders. You were trapped between them, overwhelmed, adored.

Sanzu’s voice was a growl in your ear now, all heat and authority. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” you choked out. “I belong to you.”

And that was all they needed.

Clothes were gone in moments, kisses deepened into claims, and what followed was a blur of heat and tension and whispered curses — “so fucking pretty,” “ours, all fucking ours,” “don’t ever hide from us again.”

You were worshipped and punished all at once — Kokonoi’s mouth leaving trails of fire down your skin, Sanzu’s hands rough and sweet in turns. Every inch of you marked, owned, reminded.

When it was over, you were wrapped in silk sheets, tangled between both of them.

Sanzu kissed your bare shoulder, arms around your waist. Kokonoi ran his fingers gently through your hair.

“Don’t ever do that again, baby girl,” he whispered.

You closed your eyes, heart still pounding, body spent.

“I won’t,” you breathed. “I swear.”

And for once — they believed you.

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The morning light poured in through the tall windows, warm and golden across the tangle of bodies in the king-sized bed. The sheets smelled like cologne, cigarettes, and something sweeter — something theirs.

Your body ached, but in the best possible way. You stirred slightly, but an arm tightened around your waist.

“Stay still, baby,” came Sanzu’s sleepy murmur against your neck. “You move, I’ll make you regret it.”

You gave a soft laugh, your voice hoarse. “You said that last night.”

“And I meant it,” he smirked, not even opening his eyes as he dragged you closer.

Kokonoi shifted behind you, already awake — he always was. His hand was stroking your hair lazily, his eyes focused on his phone in the other hand.

“You’ve got about an hour before the meetings start,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “So if you wanna rest, now’s the time.”

“I should get up,” you murmured, though none of your limbs agreed with you.

“No,” Sanzu said simply. “You’re not going anywhere.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not gonna run again.”

“That’s cute,” Koko said, finally setting the phone aside to pull you into him as well. “But we’re not giving you the chance.”

Wrapped in their arms, warmth radiating from both sides, you sighed and let yourself sink into them.

Being theirs was overwhelming sometimes. But it was never empty.

It was fire and danger and love — all-consuming.

And in this quiet morning light, you felt something terrifying and safe all at once: home.

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Try That Again Princess

You didn’t mean to sneak off.

Okay, maybe you did.

But in your defense, you’d been cooped up all week with overbearing, hyper-protective gangsters who treated your freedom like a negotiable privilege. You loved the Haitani brothers, of course — in that can’t-breathe-without-them, borderline toxic kind of way — but today, you just wanted to feel normal.

A solo shopping trip. A cute outfit. No bodyguards, no limos, no whispered warnings in your ear about enemies watching. Just a little time to yourself.

You'd picked a quiet boutique in the nicer part of the city. No paparazzi, no street rats. Just music playing softly in the background and racks of silky clothes you could lose yourself in.

You were almost done, too. Just one more dress to try on.

It was simple. Tight. A deep wine-red that hugged your curves too perfectly.

You stepped out of the fitting room and turned toward the mirror — and that’s when it happened.

That voice.

Low, warm, and laced with trouble.

“Ohhh, that’s dangerous,” a familiar drawl echoed behind you. “That color’s practically illegal on you, babe.”

Your blood went cold.

You turned slowly to find Ran Haitani lounging just outside the fitting room area like he belonged there. One hand twirled his signature baton like a fidget toy, the other shoved into the pocket of his long, black coat.

You blinked. “Ran—?! What the hell—?”

“Mm-mm,” he said, wagging a finger, grin wide. “You know better than to call us after you’ve tried to run, princess.”

Before you could speak, another voice joined — this one sharper, cooler.

“You really thought we wouldn’t find you?” Rindou stepped out from between two racks of clothing, sunglasses pushed to the top of his head, eyes scanning you slowly. Too slowly. “Or are you just testing us now?”

You opened your mouth. “I’m not testing you, I just—”

Ran cut you off, strolling over like he had all the time in the world. “You just wanted to play normal girl for a day, huh?”

You took a step back. Mistake.

He closed the distance instantly, his hands finding your waist with terrifying ease. He spun you gently back toward the mirror, chin hooking over your shoulder as his fingers dug into your hips.

“This what you picked out to impress someone?” he asked lowly, lips brushing your ear. “Or were you hoping we’d come find you?”

You shivered. “Ran—”

“You knew we would,” Rindou said, appearing at your other side. His reflection was right behind you now — lean arms crossed, his gaze fixed on yours through the mirror.

“I just wanted some air,” you whispered, suddenly unsure whether you were angry, aroused, or both.

Ran chuckled darkly. “Next time, you ask for air. We give it to you.”

“If you behave,” Rindou added, leaning in to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “Otherwise, you don’t breathe without us knowing.”

“Okay,” you huffed, looking between the two of them. “Are you seriously going to act like I committed a crime for shopping without you?”

“Oh, baby,” Ran murmured, his hands smoothing over your waist, fingers dipping a little too low. “You did.”

“You don’t sneak off from us,” Rindou said, voice tight with restraint. “Not unless you want us to come find you.”

You stiffened. “And what happens if I do?”

Silence.

Then, Ran’s lips curved against your cheek. “Then we remind you who you belong to.”

Rindou reached down and took your hand — gently, but his grip was firm. “Let’s go.”

“I’m not done trying stuff on,” you said, trying for defiance.

Ran smirked, eyes glinting. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll help you with the next one.”

Rindou tugged you toward the changing room again.

“And if you’re really lucky, princess,” he said, “we’ll let you wear something home.”

Your knees went weak.

Because when the Haitani brothers smiled like that — slow, predatory, and far too pleased with themselves — you knew you were done for.

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The dressing room wasn’t made for three people — not for this. Not for the way Ran had you backed against the full-length mirror, not for the way Rindou clicked the lock behind him like it was routine.

You weren’t even sure how you’d gotten here this fast — half-pulled, half-coaxed, fully doomed.

Ran’s fingers were already at the hem of the wine-red dress, lifting it like he owned it — because in his mind, he probably did.

“This one’s cute,” he said, eyes trailing your body like a threat. “But you wore it for us, didn’t you, baby?”

Your mouth opened, but all that came out was a soft gasp as Rindou stepped in behind you, pressing his chest to your back, warm and solid.

“Thought you could sneak off and try shit on without us watching?” he murmured, voice dark against your ear. “You know better.”

Ran crouched down slowly in front of you, lifting the dress up around your thighs, lazy and unhurried like he had all the time in the world. His eyes gleamed.

“No panties?” he murmured, tilting his head. “Or did you ditch them in the fitting room next door?”

You flushed hot.

“They didn’t go with the dress,” you whispered.

“Oh, she knows what she’s doing,” Ran grinned up at Rindou. “You hear that, little brother?”

“I hear it,” Rindou growled. His hands slid under the dress, gripping your hips tightly. “And I’m not in the mood to be teased.”

Ran’s lips grazed the inside of your thigh as he slowly stood back up, his body brushing against yours all the way up. “You feel that, princess?” he asked softly, his breath hot against your lips. “That's what happens when you try to run from us. We don’t chase. We catch.”

Your head fell back against Rindou’s shoulder when Ran kissed you — deep, open-mouthed, slow but intense. His tongue slid against yours while Rindou’s hands roamed under the fabric, palms flattening against your bare skin.

One of them was always teasing.

The other, punishing.

And you were trapped deliciously between them, a plaything in the hands of men who didn’t just crave you — they owned you.

Ran broke the kiss only to let Rindou tilt your face and claim your mouth next, rougher, more possessive. His teeth grazed your lip before he pulled back with a low growl.

“She’s shaking,” he murmured, voice tight.

“Good,” Ran said, dragging the dress slowly up and over your head, baring you to the mirror and to their hungry stares. “Then maybe she’ll remember this next time she tries to disappear.”

The way their hands explored your body wasn’t rushed. It was deliberate. Controlled. Like they wanted you to know — really know — how inescapable their love was.

Ran’s hands cupped your face, soft for once. “You’re not allowed to forget what you do to us, baby. Not ever.”

“And you don’t get to belong to us part-time,” Rindou whispered from behind you, kissing the curve of your neck. “It’s always. Every hour. Every move.”

Their mouths met your skin again and again — neck, shoulders, thighs — your breath catching with every touch, every teasing word. They didn’t let up, didn’t let you down.

Not until you were shaking in their arms, pressed between the glass and their bodies, head spinning with pleasure and possession.

And afterward, as you caught your breath in Ran’s coat and Rindou’s arms, Ran pressed a final kiss to your temple and whispered:

“Next time you want to go shopping, baby girl… just ask.”

“But we’re coming with you,” Rindou added, voice dark and soft against your cheek. “And we’re picking the outfit.”

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Don’t Make Us Remind You

You didn’t think it was a big deal.

Just a friendly chat with someone from an old job. A face from before all of this — before black cards, penthouses, and the kind of men who would gut someone for looking at you wrong.

But apparently… Mikey didn’t agree.

Neither did Kakucho.

You realized it the moment you stepped into the quiet lounge of the Bonten tower, where both of them waited.

Mikey sat on the couch, elbows on his knees, blank eyes fixed on the floor. Like he’d been sitting there for hours. Like the weight of his silence was building.

Kakucho stood by the window, hands in his pockets, jaw tense — too tense. His eyes lifted when you entered, sharp and unreadable.

“Hey,” you said softly, trying to test the waters. “I didn’t realize I was being followed today.”

“You’re always followed,” Kakucho said. Not cold. Just… true.

Mikey didn’t move. His voice, when it came, was low and almost gentle.

“Who was he?”

You blinked. “What?”

“The guy you were smiling at,” Mikey said, finally lifting his eyes. “Laughing with.”

Kakucho stepped forward, slow and controlled. “You looked happy.”

“I was just being polite,” you said carefully. “It was nothing.”

“You don’t smile like that for us anymore,” Mikey murmured.

That hit too close.

Kakucho’s tone was sharper now. “Do you miss that life?”

You looked between them, heart pounding. “No. That’s not what this is.”

But Mikey stood, and suddenly the energy in the room shifted. He didn’t speak — just walked toward you until you had to tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. His fingers brushed your cheek, too soft, too quiet.

“We gave you everything,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“I know.”

“And you still look like you belong somewhere else?”

Your breath caught. “I don’t.”

Kakucho was at your back now — his body warm, his presence solid. “Then say it,” he murmured against your ear. “Say you belong to us.”

You swallowed hard, surrounded again — one hand in Mikey’s, the other caught by Kakucho’s grip on your waist.

“I belong to you,” you whispered.

Mikey’s thumb brushed your bottom lip. “Not loud enough.”

“I belong to you,” you repeated, firmer now. “To both of you.”

Kakucho’s voice dropped. “Good girl.”

It was almost reverent.

Mikey kissed you then — not soft. Not forgiving. A kiss that burned, that took. His hand slid into your hair, keeping you still, mouth deep and possessive against yours.

And when he pulled away, Kakucho spun you toward him, his kiss slower, deeper — like he was savoring it. Like he needed to taste the truth in your words.

Their touches were different, but the message was the same:

You were theirs.

Always.

And if you ever forgot that again — they wouldn’t remind you with words next time.

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The room was too quiet.

Mikey’s breath ghosted your cheek, his pale hair falling forward as his fingers tilted your chin back up. Kakucho was still behind you, his hand splayed firm across your stomach, anchoring you in place.

“You don’t get to look at anyone else like that,” Mikey said softly — dangerously — eyes unreadable.

“I wasn’t—”

“Don’t lie,” Kakucho cut in, his voice like thunder just under the surface. “Not to us.”

Their touches weren’t rough yet — just restrained. But it was the kind of restraint that warned you of what was coming.

Mikey’s hand slid down your neck, tracing your collarbone like he was mapping it from memory. His lips brushed your jaw, feather-light.

“You know how we feel when someone else thinks they have a chance with you?”

“I don’t belong to them,” you whispered.

He smirked. “Damn right you don’t.”

Kakucho’s other hand moved to your hip, pulling you flush against him from behind. “Then let us remind you how it feels to be ours.”

Mikey kissed you then — slow but with growing heat, like he wanted to pull the truth from your mouth and keep it for himself. His tongue slid against yours, fingers threading into your hair. You melted into it, only for a gasp to escape as Kakucho tugged down the zipper of your dress, baring your back to his touch.

“Pretty,” he muttered against your shoulder. “You wore this for someone else?”

You shook your head.

“Say it,” Mikey growled softly.

“I wore it for you,” you breathed.

“For us,” Kakucho corrected, slipping the fabric off your shoulders. “Say it properly.”

You moaned softly as Mikey’s teeth grazed your neck. “I wore it for you both. Only you.”

The dress hit the floor.

Mikey stepped back just slightly, eyes drinking you in like something holy — like something his. His voice dropped low.

“On the couch.”

Your knees nearly gave out.

You turned, but Kakucho caught your wrist first, guiding you down onto the leather couch. Mikey followed, climbing over you, mouth meeting yours again — hungrier now. His hands roamed freely, possessive in a way that made your breath stutter. Kakucho knelt behind you, one hand sliding between your thighs, the other at your waist.

They didn’t rush.

That was the worst part.

They touched you like they had all the time in the world. Like they wanted to make a memory of every moan, every arch of your back, every whispered apology tangled in pleasure.

Mikey’s lips were at your chest, Kakucho’s breath hot against your shoulder as he whispered:

“We don’t want to hear you say sorry.”

“We want to hear you beg,” Mikey added, sinking lower.

Their hands, their mouths, the way they worshipped every inch of you — it was overwhelming. You couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. Your name on their tongues sounded like praise and punishment all at once.

And when you broke — shuddering, crying out their names, shaking between them — they didn’t stop.

Kakucho kissed your spine, murmuring against your skin. “Look how perfect you are like this.”

“Like you’re meant to be here,” Mikey said, brushing your hair back as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You were ruined. Reminded. Revered.

And if you even thought about looking at another man again… you knew exactly what would happen.

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Can’t Move? Good

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the quiet.

The kind of silence that settled deep into your bones — soft and heavy, but not peaceful. You could hear the hum of the city through the open window, but it was distant. The faint rustle of the sheets beneath you felt loud in the stillness.

You tried to stretch.

A mistake.

A sharp ache burned through your muscles, and your body screamed in protest, every inch of you sore, exhausted. You stifled a groan, eyes squeezing shut. Your skin was still tingling, and the marks they’d left on you felt fresh, raw.

How long had you been asleep?

Your room was empty. No Mikey’s wild platinum hair, no Kakucho’s quiet intensity, no Ran’s smirk or Rindou’s watchful eyes. No Sanzu’s playful chaos or Koko’s steady gaze.

Just you.

Alone.

The realization hit you like a wave, and you winced at the thought. You shifted on the bed, but the soreness made you hiss, your muscles pulling and protesting.

Just then, the door creaked open.

Your heart skipped a beat as Mikey stepped in, his casual yet predatory presence filling the room. His eyes locked onto you immediately, and he smirked at the sight of you lying there, tangled in the sheets, your body a little too still.

“You look like you’re having a hard time moving,” Mikey said, his tone teasing, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes — something darker. Possessive.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Kakucho stepped in just behind Mikey, his gaze softer, more concerned.

“Hey, you okay?” Kakucho asked, voice unusually gentle as he made his way to the edge of the bed. His eyes ran over you carefully. “You’re in pain, aren’t you?”

You gave a small nod, cheeks flushing. “I’m… I’m fine,” you said weakly, but your voice betrayed you. “Just a little sore.”

Kakucho reached out, his large hand brushing your cheek softly. “You pushed yourself too hard.” His expression softened. “But that’s okay. You don’t need to do anything today. Just relax.”

The door opened again, and in walked Ran, followed by Rindou. Ran’s gaze flicked over to you, and a wicked grin spread across his face.

“You are a little sore, aren’t you, baby?” Ran purred, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his finger tracing the curve of your bare arm, his eyes never leaving your face. “We had quite the time, didn’t we?”

Rindou’s eyes softened as he sat down beside you on the other side. His hand immediately rested on your waist, fingers brushing over your skin possessively. “Couldn’t stop you, could we?” he said with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You liked it too much.”

Sanzu popped his head in from the doorframe, looking all too amused. “Look at her. So cute and wrecked.” He sauntered over to the bed, sitting on the edge and brushing your hair back from your face. “We’re gonna have to take care of you today, huh?”

Koko stepped in last, a quiet presence, but his eyes burned with a quiet intensity. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said softly. His voice was steady, calm, but the weight of his words lingered in the air. “You’re staying with us.”

You blinked, overwhelmed by the way they filled the room. It wasn’t just the physical ache that made your chest tighten. It was the way they watched you — like you were their whole world. Like you belonged to them.

"Can’t move, huh?" Mikey asked, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as he leaned down to brush his lips lightly against your forehead. “Good. You’re exactly where you should be. Let us take care of you.”

Kakucho gently laid you back against the pillows, his hand resting on your side as he smoothed his thumb over your skin, his gaze filled with a quiet tenderness. “No more running off. You don’t need to. We’re here, babe.”

You gave a tired, helpless sigh. “I wasn’t trying to run off,” you murmured, the words a bit of a whine. “I just wanted a little time…”

“A little time?” Ran’s voice was playful, but there was something possessive underneath it. “You don’t get time away from us, darling. Not after everything.”

“I thought we taught you a lesson,” Rindou added, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your waist. “We share you. All of us.”

Sanzu grinned, leaning in closer to your face. “You’re ours now. All day. Every day.” He let out a small, teasing chuckle. “And we don’t let our darling out of bed until we’re sure you’re fully ours again.”

Your heart skipped. “I’m yours,” you whispered, closing your eyes, leaning into their touches. “All of you.”

Koko nodded, his voice low but firm. “Good girl.”

There was a moment of silence as they all watched you, and then Mikey spoke, voice still low, but now with a touch of softness. “You’ve got us wrapped around your little finger, you know that?”

You tried to respond, but your words got caught in your throat, your head spinning. You were sore — but satisfied. In a way, you weren’t sure if you could ever really escape them, even if you wanted to.

But truth be told?

You didn’t want to.

And that thought was both terrifying and thrilling.

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You woke up to silence again, the kind of stillness that was far too quiet for Bonten's usual chaos. Your body ached in ways you hadn’t anticipated, muscles sore from the intensity of the past few days. You felt like you’d been used—loved too much, consumed completely. But there was a sense of peace in it too. The kind of peace that came with the knowledge that you belonged to them now. All of them.

The warmth of the sheets felt comforting, but the soreness made it hard to stay still for long. As soon as you shifted, the sharp pull of muscles made you groan softly, your body protesting at even the slightest movement.

But then you heard footsteps.

The door creaked open, and there was Mikey, his face softened by sleep but with a smirk already tugging at his lips.

"Morning, princess," he said, his voice laced with that soft dominance of his. "You awake, or do I have to drag you out of bed?"

You squinted at him through tired eyes, a grin threatening to curl at your lips. “I think I’m better off staying here.”

Mikey chuckled and moved closer, his hand brushing through your hair as he knelt beside the bed. “Mm, no way. You're not staying in bed all day. I’ll carry you, if I have to.”

Before you could protest, Mikey easily scooped you up, cradling you against his chest as though you weighed nothing. Your body melted into his warmth, and the softness of his hold made the soreness more bearable. His lips brushed against the top of your head as he gently placed a kiss there.

“Let’s get you dressed, baby,” he murmured, taking you to the closet where he selected one of his oversized shirts for you to wear. The fabric was soft, enveloping you in a comforting, familiar scent. You couldn’t help but lean into him as he gently pulled it over your head, smoothing it down over your body with delicate care.

You were still groggy, but Mikey’s hands never left you, always making sure you were comfortable as he helped you into your clothes. He was always so gentle with you — a side to him that only you got to see. When he was finished, he swept you up again in his arms and carried you out of the room.

Next, it was Kakucho’s turn. He was already waiting for you in the living room, his gaze soft as he saw you in Mikey’s arms. He didn't say anything at first, just smiled at the sight of you snuggled up against Mikey.

“I’ll take over from here,” Kakucho said with a nod, his voice warm and caring.

Mikey handed you off to Kakucho, his strong arms still lingering on you for a moment before Kakucho gently settled you into his embrace. His movements were smooth, practiced, as he lifted you with ease. Kakucho’s calm presence enveloped you, and you couldn’t help but relax in his arms as he walked you to the couch.

“Comfortable?” he asked, settling you down gently before draping a soft blanket over your legs. His fingers brushed your cheek as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I’m not letting you get up for anything today. You just relax."

You nodded, feeling your muscles loosen under his gentle touch. "I’m okay, Kaku," you whispered, your voice soft from the exhaustion.

His lips quirked into a smile, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. "Of course you are. But I’m still making sure you don’t move. You need rest."

As he made sure you were comfortable, Ran entered, his usual cocky grin on his face. He wasn’t one to show softness, but there was something different about the way he looked at you — the way he couldn’t help but check that you were okay.

“Need a little more attention, princess?” he teased, walking over to you with that wicked grin. His gaze softened as he saw you resting on the couch, looking completely worn out. “Alright, I’ll let you get some rest… for now.”

He plopped down on the couch next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to him. You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the comforting strength of his body against yours. His fingers absentmindedly ran through your hair, and you could feel the tension in your muscles start to melt.

"I’m not letting you go anywhere today,” Ran murmured, leaning his head against yours. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

Time passed slowly as the day wore on, the other members of Bonten taking turns making sure you stayed pampered, relaxed, and well taken care of. Rindou was next, stepping into the room with his usual intensity, though he softened at the sight of you.

“Need a change of scenery?” he asked, lifting you effortlessly from the couch as though you weighed nothing. He held you against his chest, his strong arms securing you gently as he carried you to the kitchen. “You’ve been resting long enough. Let me feed you something.”

The others watched, a quiet pride in their eyes as Rindou helped you settle into a chair and made sure you had everything you needed, from food to water. It wasn’t just about feeding you physically — it was about taking care of you, in every way.

By late afternoon, Sanzu barged in, his playful grin lighting up the room. “Alright, darling, time to move again!” He was practically bouncing with excitement, unable to resist the chance to carry you.

“Sanzu, I’m fine,” you protested weakly, but his mischievous grin only grew wider.

“Nah, you’re staying with me.” Before you could argue, Sanzu scooped you up effortlessly, tossing you over his shoulder in the same way he did when he was in one of his hyper moods. “You’re too cute to just leave in one place all day.”

You laughed softly at his antics, even as your sore muscles protested the movement. But with Sanzu, it was different. He always made you feel alive, despite the exhaustion. His hands were gentle as he held you, but you could feel his possessiveness in the way his grip never wavered.

As the day turned into evening, you found yourself back in the meeting room where Bonten’s business would unfold. By now, the soreness in your muscles had dulled into a kind of lingering ache, but you were still so tired.

Koko, ever the calm one, approached and lifted you into his arms effortlessly, his eyes scanning the room before they landed on you. “You don’t need to be awake for this, you know,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Just relax. You’ve earned it.”

You let out a small sigh, resting your head against Koko’s chest as he carried you to the meeting room. You were laid gently on the large couch at the back of the room, where you could still watch the deal unfold, but you didn’t have to be involved in the negotiations.

Mikey, Kakucho, and the rest of the crew took their seats, their eyes never straying far from you. They might have been in the middle of a business deal, but it was clear they were still watching over you.

The room was filled with the low murmur of voices as deals were made, plans discussed, and power exchanged. You felt the weight of their gazes on you every so often, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, you felt safe. Wanted. You were their darling — in every sense of the word.

In the silence, you pulled out your phone and opened a video you had saved earlier, your lips curling into a smile at the ridiculousness of it. A puppy attempting to howl, failing miserably and making you snicker quietly.

Koko caught the sound of your soft laughter and raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?” he asked, amused.

“It’s just a silly puppy video,” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the mood.

Sanzu leaned over, looking at the video on your phone, and his laughter joined yours. “That’s adorable,” he said, his usual playfulness returning. “I think we’re the ones who should be howling after last night.”

You snickered at his words, feeling the warmth of their presence all around you, even as the meeting continued.

Mikey, from across the room, turned toward you, catching your eye. “See? Even after all of this, you can still laugh. That’s our girl.”

You settled back against the cushions, your eyes fluttering closed, but you didn’t mind. Even as Bonten handled their business, you knew you were surrounded by the men who would never let you go.

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The meeting room was filled with the low hum of voices, a business deal being struck between Bonten and a client you didn’t quite recognize. The men were sharp, attentive, their eyes never leaving the discussions as the room shifted with tension and control. But amidst the serious talks, you were tucked away in the corner, completely relaxed, cocooned in a soft blanket that kept you warm.

You hadn't moved much since being carried into the room earlier. Your body still ached from the past few days, but there was a lingering comfort in the fact that you didn’t have to lift a finger. The men of Bonten had seen to that, their eyes constantly on you, their hands never straying too far from your form. You were theirs, and they made it clear, even in the midst of business.

The marks from the nights before were still visible on your neck — faint bruises, hickeys, reminders of how thoroughly they had claimed you in every sense. Every time you shifted, the soft fabric of the blanket brushed over your skin, and you caught sight of those marks, almost as if they were proof of what you meant to them. And, somehow, it made you smile, despite the ongoing meeting.

Mikey, ever the one to watch you from afar, sat at the head of the table, but his eyes flickered to you every so often. Kakucho was by his side, quiet but always vigilant, his gaze drifting to you as he made sure you were at ease. Ran was leaning back in his chair, his hand resting casually on the back of his neck, but his sharp eyes were also on you. And then there was Sanzu, always with that playful grin, watching you with more warmth than he let on.

They knew you were exhausted, and they had no intention of letting you lift a finger. They were protective, possessive — but in a way that felt safe and loving. Even now, as they were discussing the deal, you felt their eyes linger on you, ensuring you were comfortable. It was as though the room wasn’t just filled with business, but with a strange, simmering energy — an energy that was both quiet and charged.

You pulled your phone out, slipping your headphones in, choosing to distract yourself with videos or music. The soft noise from the world outside faded as you settled into the cushion of the sofa, the blanket around you, and the comfort of the boys’ presence. Your fingers scrolled absentmindedly, and you snickered at a funny video, your body relaxing further into the sofa as the soothing sounds of your music filled your ears.

The client, who had been speaking to Mikey just a few moments ago, seemed to take notice of your presence, his eyes drifting toward you. There was a moment of silence in the room as he studied you, probably unaware of the true nature of your relationship with Bonten.

He cleared his throat, then, with a slightly mocking tone, leaned back in his chair and gave a stupid chuckle. “Well, I didn’t realize Bonten’s got a little… decoration in their meetings now. How nice,” he said, nodding toward you. “Guess I’ll have to get myself one of those, huh?”

The comment was unprofessional and utterly out of place, but none of the Bonten members reacted immediately. Mikey’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Kakucho’s jaw clenched for a moment, but neither of them spoke. The tension in the room shifted, becoming thicker as they all silently assessed the situation. They were all aware of the marks on your neck, and none of them would stand for anyone making light of you.

But you didn’t hear it.

You were lost in the world of your music, the beat of the song pulsing in your ears, and the video playing on your phone was enough to make you forget the world around you. Your mind was too absorbed in the small things — the little moments of laughter, the absurdly cute puppy trying to howl. The world outside you felt far away, and that was exactly what you needed. The pressure of the Bonten world, of the deal happening in front of you, felt light as a feather, drifting past you without consequence.

Sanzu was the first to break the silence, his grin not quite hiding the edge of warning in his voice. “I wouldn’t joke about that, pal,” he said, his tone low but laced with that signature playfulness. "You don’t know who you’re talking to.”

The client looked slightly taken aback, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation. He chuckled nervously, trying to brush off the tension, but he realized his mistake a little too late. "I-I didn’t mean anything by it, really."

Ran leaned forward, his sharp eyes locking onto the client. “You should be careful where you make your jokes, yeah? You’re in Bonten’s territory now. That,” he said, motioning subtly toward you, "Isn't something to joke about. You're lucky she didn’t hear you. If that smile of hers drops even a centimeter, I’ll have your body burned to ash."

The client immediately stilled, the tone of the room shifting once more. Bonten had a reputation, and even if the client hadn’t been fully aware of who you were or your place in their lives, it was made crystal clear now. They didn’t just protect you. They owned you, and anyone who made light of that would pay the price.

The shift in atmosphere was palpable, and while you remained blissfully unaware, the men of Bonten didn’t miss a thing. They knew how to handle situations like this — with authority, with strength, and with the kind of chilling control that only they could command.

Koko’s gaze flickered toward you for a brief moment before returning to the discussion, his expression softening. He didn’t need to speak; his protective nature was enough. His arms crossed in a quiet show of authority, and it was clear he was ready to step in if necessary.

The client, realizing his mistake, sat quietly in his chair, now avoiding your presence entirely. The rest of the meeting went by in a blur, with the Bonten members handling the deal smoothly. But the whole time, their eyes were on you — Mikey's possessive gaze lingering on you when he wasn't speaking, Ran leaning in with subtle concern as he made sure you were still comfortable, and Sanzu’s playful grin now laced with a quiet warning, ensuring no one would dare disrespect you again.

You continued to relax in the blanket, your headphones in, unaware of the tension that had simmered under the surface. The soothing music and your videos kept you grounded in your own little world, where nothing could touch you — not even the misstep of a foolish client.

As the meeting began to wrap up, Mikey’s voice broke through your haze, calm but with that commanding undertone. “Alright, deal’s done,” he said, making a final motion toward the door. “Let’s wrap this up. We’ve got other things to handle.”

You were oblivious to the final exchange, but your world remained soft, the blanket still warm around you, the music still playing, and the protection of the men who cared for you lingering in the air like a silent promise.

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The room had cooled down with the departure of the client, the air now thick with an unspoken intensity. The business deal was wrapped up smoothly, but there was still a lingering edge of possessiveness in the air. You were their precious, and even the slightest hint of disrespect didn’t go unnoticed. It didn’t matter who you were or how well you knew the Bonten crew — if anyone dared to make you feel less than revered, they’d regret it.

The client, having misstepped, was long gone, and the meeting had officially ended. But Mikey, Kakucho, Ran, and the others had yet to break their gaze from you, their concern still palpable. They knew you hadn’t heard the inappropriate comment, but they were all keenly aware that their precious darling was vulnerable, in more ways than one. And no one could be left feeling that way under their watch.

Mikey was the first to make his move. As the meeting dissolved, he stood and walked over to you, the smooth glide of his footsteps marking his approach. His hand reached out for your headphones, gently pulling them from your ears. You blinked up at him, your face still slightly flushed from your earlier rest.

“Princess,” Mikey said, his voice soft but firm, his gaze intense as he took a seat beside you on the couch. His fingers brushed against your cheek, lingering there for just a moment. “You’re alright, aren’t you? You didn’t hear any of that, did you?”

You tilted your head, confused by his sudden seriousness. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Kakucho, who had been standing nearby, stepped closer as well, his calm presence radiating around you. He looked down at you, his usual quiet intensity now mixed with a touch of softness. “The client. He said something out of line,” he said, his tone controlled but with a sharp edge beneath it. “But don’t worry, we took care of it.”

You nodded, still feeling the remnants of sleep tugging at you. “I didn’t hear anything… just the videos and the music.”

“That’s fine,” Mikey said, his fingers slipping through your hair as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “We’ll keep you in the loop, baby. No one’s ever going to disrespect you again, not on our watch.”

You felt a shiver of comfort at his words, and his kiss was enough to remind you of the bond you shared. It wasn’t just about the physical; it was about their protection, their love, and the constant reassurance that they would always stand guard for you.

Kakucho stood up, his hand lingering on your shoulder as he addressed the rest of the group. “It’s been a long day. Let’s let her rest, yeah? She’s earned it.”

Ran gave a small nod, his usual cocky smirk tempered by a hint of softness. He approached you, crouching down to your level with that sly grin of his. “I think she deserves something more than just a blanket,” he said, his voice teasing. “What do you say, princess? Want me to carry you again? Or maybe one of the others?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his playful tone, your eyes narrowing as you thought about it. “You all spoil me.”

“That’s the idea,” Ran said, his lips curling into a smile as he easily lifted you into his arms once again, cradling you against his chest. “You’re our darling. You’ve got to be pampered.”

Rindou had been quiet up until then, but his eyes softened as he stepped toward you. His hand brushed against your cheek, a fleeting touch, before he spoke. “Don’t ever doubt how much we care for you. You’re ours.”

There was something unspoken in his voice, something deeper that made you feel the weight of his words. Rindou was rarely openly affectionate, but his feelings for you were undeniable. And it was in moments like these — when he was tender and careful — that you could truly understand the depth of his devotion.

Sanzu, ever the troublemaker, couldn’t help but let his usual energy slip through, despite the situation. He leaned in, his grin wide as he met your gaze. “You know, darling,” he said, “I think you’re getting too used to being spoiled by us. We might have to reel it in a little.” He chuckled, but there was warmth in his voice that softened the playfulness. “But if you want more attention, we’ll give it to you. No complaints.”

You leaned into Sanzu’s touch, his playful teasing a comfort rather than an annoyance. He was always there to lighten the mood when it got too serious, and in the midst of all the possessive care you were receiving, it felt like a welcome balance.

Koko, however, was the last to approach, his usual cool demeanor never faltering. But when his eyes met yours, there was an undeniable tenderness there. He approached slowly, gently, and without a word, he bent down to lift you into his arms. He didn’t need to say anything — his actions spoke louder than words. He carried you carefully to a different part of the house, a softer, more private corner, where he sat with you on a chair and pulled the blanket around you tighter.

“You should rest, baby,” Koko murmured, brushing your hair away from your face. “We’ll take care of everything for you. All you need to do is relax.”

As the night wore on, you were passed between the Bonten members, each of them taking their turn to keep you close, to care for you, to pamper you. It was a delicate balance of softness and possession, and you had never felt more cared for in your life. Their attention never wavered, their eyes always on you, making sure you were safe, comfortable, and at ease.

The day had been long, but you were safe within their walls — a place where no one would dare touch you or say a word against you.

After all, they weren’t just your lovers. They were your protectors, and no one could ever threaten that.

As the last of the evening wore on, Bonten gathered in the meeting room once again, where a new deal was being discussed. You had drifted off to sleep in the quiet corner, the blanket wrapped securely around you. The soft hum of their voices filled the air, but you were at peace, knowing that you were the center of their world.

The soft glow of a nearby lamp illuminated the room as Mikey stepped forward, his eyes lingering on you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “We’ll make sure you’re always safe, baby. We promise.”

The room fell silent for a moment as they all looked at you, their expressions a mix of possessiveness, pride, and devotion. They may have been ruthless businessmen on the outside, but when it came to you, they were nothing short of loving — protective, possessive, and incredibly devoted.

You were theirs, and nothing in the world could change that.

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It had been a long while since the members of Bonten had agreed to take a night off — no business meetings, no missions, no threats hanging over their heads. Just a quiet night, and you.

The city was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights as you stepped out into the cool evening air. The usual bustle of the world around you seemed to fade, and in that moment, it was as if time slowed just for the six of you. You were the center of their attention, and they were eager to enjoy this rare moment of peace.

Mikey led the way, his usual casual confidence on full display, but his eyes held a softer, more affectionate glint as he glanced back at you. He’d decided on a cozy, rooftop restaurant with an amazing view of the city, far from the prying eyes of the public or Bonten’s usual business associates. Tonight was about you, and nothing else.

"Ready for a night just for us?" Mikey asked with a gentle smile, holding the door open for you.

You smiled back, nodding. "I’ve been waiting for this."

Ran, ever the charmer, draped his arm over your shoulder as you stepped inside, his smirk as playful as ever. "You know, we’re all just here to spoil you tonight, right? Don’t get used to it," he teased, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"Is that so?" you chuckled, leaning into him slightly. "You all are just so sweet."

"Oh, we know," Ran grinned, squeezing you briefly before stepping back. "Let’s make this a night to remember."

Kakucho had been quiet up until then, his usual calm presence steady as ever. But as he caught your gaze, a flicker of warmth passed over his face. "If you need anything tonight, just let me know," he said softly, guiding you to the table where the others were already seated. "I’ll make sure you’re comfortable."

Sanzu, of course, couldn't help but make his usual playful remarks, but his attention was always on you. He slid into the seat next to you with a grin, one hand casually resting on the back of your chair. "I’m gonna make sure Mikey doesn’t take all your attention," he said, his grin widening. "You’re gonna have to split your time with me."

Koko, always the quiet protector, watched from across the table, but there was something in his eyes that spoke volumes — a rare moment of warmth, reserved just for you. He was usually the one who kept things grounded, and tonight, that remained true. He leaned in slightly, his voice soft as he spoke to you. "It’s good to have a night like this. No business. No danger. Just us."

You felt your heart flutter a little at the simple affection, at the way they all seemed to shift their energy to make sure you felt cherished.

As the night went on, each of the members found subtle ways to vie for your attention, spoiling you in their own unique ways. Mikey was always the one with the gentle words, making sure you were enjoying the meal and the company. He leaned in close, speaking with soft laughter about past moments together, and you found yourself getting lost in his eyes.

Ran kept his arm draped over the back of your chair, occasionally teasing you with light comments about your outfit or the way you smiled. Every now and then, his fingers would brush against your arm or side in a way that made you feel like the most important person in the room.

Kakucho was the one who took care of the little things — refilling your glass of water when it got low, adjusting your chair when you shifted, always making sure you were comfortable. There was a quiet protectiveness in his gestures, as though he couldn’t stand the thought of you feeling anything less than content.

Sanzu, of course, was the playful one, always nudging you with his knee under the table or making you laugh with his exaggerated stories. He’d get a little closer with every sentence, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in to whisper something funny, making you snicker. He loved making you smile, and tonight, he was pulling out all the stops.

Koko, while not as overt in his affection as the others, showed his care in the way he kept his eyes on you, checking in occasionally to make sure you were feeling good. His rare smiles and soft touches — like when he reached out to adjust a strand of hair behind your ear — made you feel secure, knowing that even in a moment like this, he was there, watching over you.

As the evening wore on, the conversation drifted to lighter topics, the kind of things that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things — but mattered to the six of you. You laughed about silly things, memories of past dates or the ridiculousness of some of Bonten's more dramatic situations.

After dinner, they insisted on taking a walk through the city, just the six of you. It was calm, peaceful — a side of Bonten you rarely saw. Mikey held your hand, his fingers tracing over yours as you walked, and every now and then, Sanzu would make some offhand comment that had you laughing. Ran kept his arm around your shoulders, his hand brushing your arm as he spoke about some trivial thing in his usual charismatic way. Kakucho and Koko walked a few steps ahead, always scanning the surroundings, but you could see the soft smiles they exchanged whenever they looked at you.

The night was winding down, and you found yourself in a small park, the glow of the streetlights reflecting off the soft mist that had begun to rise in the cool air. You found a bench, and before you could sit down, Mikey was there, pulling you gently onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m glad we did this,” Mikey murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It’s been too long since we’ve had a night just like this.”

You snuggled into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I don’t think I’ve ever felt so loved."

Ran chuckled softly, sliding in next to you. "That’s the point, princess. You deserve all of it."

Sanzu sat beside you, a playful glint in his eyes. "I think we should do this more often, don’t you?"

You smiled, feeling the warmth of their love surround you. “Maybe,” you whispered, “but you guys spoil me too much.”

The night felt like a dream — a gentle reminder of how deeply they cared for you, of the tenderness they reserved just for you. It was a night free of business, free of the stress that came with their work, and for once, it was all about you — your happiness, your comfort, your love.

As you leaned back, listening to the sounds of the city around you, you felt a contentedness you hadn’t felt in a long time. No matter what happened, no matter the chaos Bonten often brought, this moment, this quiet intimacy, would remain. You were theirs, and that was more than enough.

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The night had been perfect. After the peaceful, intimate date with the Bonten members, you found yourself back at the safehouse. The quiet hum of the city below was the only sound you could hear, and it felt like everything in the world was just right.

Mikey closed the door behind him softly, eyes flickering to you as he tossed his jacket onto the back of a chair. He approached you slowly, a warm, affectionate smile on his face, his eyes soft as he reached for your hand.

"How are you feeling?" Mikey asked, his thumb tracing over your knuckles. "Relaxed?"

You nodded, leaning into him as he gently led you toward the bedroom. "I’m feeling really good, actually. That was a perfect night."

The others, who had followed in behind you, weren’t far behind. Ran immediately made himself comfortable on the bed, leaning back with a lazy smile, his eyes glinting as he looked at you. “You looked stunning tonight. You’re lucky we managed to stay so calm.”

Sanzu chuckled as he dropped onto the bed next to Ran, nudging him lightly. "Yeah, barely," he added with a grin. "But seriously, I’m glad we did this for you."

Kakucho quietly closed the door behind him, watching you as if making sure you were still comfortable and relaxed. He moved to the dresser, grabbing a fresh set of clothes for you before making his way over. "I’ll help you get changed," he offered, his voice calm and steady, as always. "You’ve earned a peaceful night’s sleep."

Koko, ever the quiet one, stood off to the side, observing. His arms were crossed, but the warmth in his gaze was unmistakable. He looked at you with something softer than his usual stoic nature. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask. We’re all here.”

You smiled, feeling the weight of their care surrounding you. The room felt so calm, and it was almost as though they could read your mind — everyone knew exactly what you needed, even if it was just something small like this.

Mikey sat down on the bed, pulling you down gently to sit next to him. "You looked so good tonight, babe," he murmured, one hand resting on your waist as he leaned in, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I can’t stop thinking about how lucky I am that you’re with us."

You blushed a little, your heart swelling with affection. "I’m the lucky one," you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder. "Tonight was perfect."

Ran leaned up on his elbow, his usual mischievous smile softer than usual. He met your gaze, his voice quieter, "I agree. You’ve got us wrapped around your finger, huh?" He chuckled lowly, running a hand through his hair. "But you deserve it. You really do."

You laughed lightly, the sound of it ringing softly through the room. "You guys spoil me."

"Oh, we know," Sanzu replied with a grin, his eyes twinkling. "And we’re going to keep doing it, too. But for now, you should rest." He moved closer, his hand resting on your thigh as he spoke. "Let us take care of you."

Kakucho’s eyes softened as he reached out, gently cupping your cheek. "I’ll help you change," he repeated, his calm tone always so reassuring. "You can just relax and let us take care of you for the night."

You nodded, feeling the warmth of his touch as he helped you slip out of your dress, replaced by one of the oversized shirts from the closet — likely one of theirs, knowing how they liked to leave their clothing for you. Mikey watched, his expression full of adoration, while Ran simply grinned.

"That’s much better," Mikey murmured, brushing his thumb against your lips as he gazed down at you with soft, loving eyes. "Now you look just right."

Once you were dressed comfortably in the oversized shirt, Koko finally moved closer, his usually distant demeanor softening even further. He approached you slowly, his gaze steady and calm. "You should rest now," he said, his voice like a quiet command wrapped in affection. "We’ll keep you company. No need to worry about anything."

The others crowded around you as you lay back on the bed, Mikey beside you, Ran teasing with playful words, Sanzu cracking jokes, Kakucho still keeping an eye on you, and Koko silently keeping watch. Each of them seemed to have a special way of ensuring your comfort, whether it was through words or their gentle presence.

As the minutes ticked by, they all made sure to settle in around you, making sure you had everything you needed. You found yourself sinking deeper into the soft mattress, feeling safe and completely taken care of by them.

Mikey lay beside you, his hand resting protectively on your waist. "Rest, babe. We’ve got you."

You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of their care surround you like a blanket. It wasn’t just the date that made you feel loved; it was the way they showed up for you in these quiet moments, the way they made you feel like you were the most important thing in their world.

You were about to drift off when Sanzu’s voice cut through the silence, teasing again as always.

"Don’t get too comfortable," he smirked. "We’re not done spoiling you yet. You’re gonna be pampered all night, sweetheart."

The room was filled with the sound of gentle laughter, the softest of touches, and the constant undercurrent of care they showed you. You were finally able to relax fully, knowing that for tonight, there was no chaos, no stress — just love, affection, and a rare moment of peace.

With a sigh of contentment, you finally let your eyes flutter shut, knowing you were safe and cherished. The members of Bonten were with you, and that was all that mattered.

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It had started as an ordinary day. You were out with the Bonten members for a casual trip to the city. Maybe you were running errands, shopping, or just enjoying some time together outside their usual high-stakes world. The streets were bustling with people, the noise of city life all around you, but it felt like a peaceful moment. That is, until things took a sudden, dangerous turn.

You were walking along a quiet alleyway, following Mikey as he pointed out some new art gallery he wanted to check out. The others were spread out in the group, but everything felt calm. It wasn’t long before you heard someone approaching from behind.

A man — seemingly out of nowhere — stepped directly into your path, blocking your way. He looked out of place, his dirty clothes and unkempt appearance making him stand out. His eyes locked onto you with an unnerving gaze, and before anyone could react, he made an inappropriate comment.

"Well, look at this. What do we have here? A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be walking around with a bunch of thugs. You should be with someone who knows how to treat you."

Your body stiffened at his words, the situation instantly making you feel uncomfortable. But before you could even say anything, Mikey’s voice cut through the air with a calm, almost chilling tone.

"Move out of the way," Mikey said, his voice low but commanding, an edge of warning in it.

The man laughed, clearly not taking the threat seriously. "What's the matter, pretty boy? Scared of someone like me?" He leaned in, invading your space, making you feel even more vulnerable.

Without warning, Ran stepped forward, his face a picture of calm yet dangerous authority. "You don’t want to do this," he said coolly, his gaze unwavering, as though he had dealt with this sort of thing countless times before.

But the man wasn’t backing down. He reached out, trying to grab your wrist, and that was the final straw.

The shift in atmosphere was immediate. It was like everything fell silent, except for the tense rhythm of everyone’s breathing.

Before you could even flinch, Kakucho was in motion. He grabbed the man’s arm with swift precision, pulling it away from you. The man stumbled back, caught off guard by the sudden force. Kakucho’s voice was a low growl. "Touch her again, and you’ll regret it."

Sanzu, who had been standing slightly behind you, was already next to your side, his presence protective and solid. He stood with his usual cocky grin, but the look in his eyes was anything but playful. "You heard them, buddy. You need to back off, or things will get ugly for you real quick."

Koko stepped closer as well, his voice smooth but icy. "This isn’t a negotiation. Leave now."

The man, realizing he was in over his head, hesitated. But it was clear that the Bonten members weren't about to let him cause any more harm. They were protecting you — without hesitation, without question. He seemed to register the danger too late and, with a final sneer, took a few steps back, turning to leave with a warning glare thrown in your direction.

Once he was gone, Mikey let out a breath, his posture relaxing slightly, though his eyes never left you. The atmosphere around you had shifted from tense to protective.

"You alright, darling?" Mikey asked softly, his voice filled with concern. He reached out to place a hand on your shoulder, checking that you were okay.

You nodded, trying to shake off the unease. Your heart was still racing, but his touch, his gentle words, made you feel grounded again. "Yeah… I’m fine. Thank you."

Sanzu, who was still standing close, gave you a playful nudge with his elbow. "That guy was an idiot," he muttered, though his tone was softer now, almost affectionate. "You okay, sweetheart?"

You couldn’t help but smile at him. "I am now, thanks to all of you."

Kakucho gave you a reassuring look, his usual quiet demeanor still holding the same level of care and concern. He gently placed a hand on your back, guiding you forward. "Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ll make sure no one else gets any funny ideas."

Koko, always observant, was already on his phone, ensuring that the area was clear. His gaze lifted briefly, meeting your eyes. "You’re safe now. We’re not letting anything happen to you."

As the group continued walking, you felt the shift in the air — they were all on high alert, keeping a close eye on you. But the protective energy wasn’t just about keeping threats away. It was clear now that their affection and care for you were driving their every move. They weren’t just looking out for you because they had to — they wanted to. You were theirs to protect, to care for, and they wouldn’t allow anything to harm you.

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The moment you were back at the Bonten headquarters, the tension of the day finally started to ease. You were given some time to relax, and soon enough, the men were back to being their soft, affectionate selves. But there was an underlying vigilance in the way they interacted with you.

Ran pulled you onto the couch, wrapping his arms around you as you sat, making sure you were comfortable. "You don’t have to be scared," he murmured, kissing the top of your head softly. "We’ll always be here to protect you."

Mikey joined the two of you, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "No one gets near you unless we say so. You’re ours to look after."

Koko sat nearby, his expression still a bit serious but his eyes soft with care. "We can handle whatever comes our way. You just focus on relaxing."

Sanzu, ever the playful one, rested his chin on your shoulder and grinned. "Next time someone like that shows up, I’m throwing them into a wall."

You chuckled softly, the humor easing the last of your tension. "Thank you, all of you. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

"You don’t have to worry about that," Kakucho replied from the corner, his voice calm and reassuring. "We’ll always be right here."

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Later that night, after the Bonten members had ensured you had everything you needed — whether it was comfort, food, or just time to unwind — they stayed close by. You couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude as you looked around at each of them.

Though they were men who lived in a world of danger and violence, they had shown you their truest selves. Gentle, protective, and deeply caring.

You leaned back into Mikey’s arms as he held you close, feeling the warmth of his presence. "I love you guys," you whispered, your heart full.

Mikey squeezed you tighter, kissing your forehead gently. "We love you too, sweetheart. And we’ll always keep you safe."

As you drifted off to sleep that night, wrapped in their care and protection, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of their love surround you, knowing that no matter what came your way, you had them by your side.

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