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eetherealgoddess · 9 months ago

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Sorry if I’m interrupting you but can you make a enchantress fem reader who seduces yandere bonten and her plan is to poison them and report back to her boss her job is done but they caught on can you end with smut

The smut is gonna be dark af. Might be triggering for you. Just an extra warning. Hope you enjoy!! ♡︎♡︎♡︎

ꨄTo Fool Is To Be A Foolꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten, Fake Stripper Au

❦You are an assassin disguised as a stripper to poison Bonten❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

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I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

To Fool Is To Be A Fool

You release a giggle as you lean into the chest of the tall executive, his heavy lidded gaze staring down at you while you sit on his lap. One hand holding a cigar while the other is placed on your bottom.

You hold back from gagging as you attempt to be as flirtatious as you can without also seeming suspicious, occasionally feeling the mic under your lingerie pressing against the skin of your chest area. Fortunately, having been chosen to be a seductress before, you already knew the protocol for this mission. ‘Work’ at one of the Haitani’s clubs as a stripper for a few days, seducing them to gain access to the club, tricking the Bonten men into drinking the poison hidden in the alcohol.

While these specific Bonten members attend the club, the rest of your team will ambush the executives at Bonten’s headquarters. There is also a team, including your best friend and husband, and a few others who will be on standby, listening to your conversation in the vip room from the outside. Once the employee brings the spiked beverage in, they will drink and your job will be done once you make it out safely, reporting back to your boss.

The only problem was that the leader of Bonten decided to join the men deemed as easy to seduce, which wasn’t a part of the plan. He’s not known for drinking or smoking so he may not drop dead as the others will. Luckily, one against a team will never work out for the Yakuza boss, so he will end up dead one way or another.

You all sat in a circle of sofas and chairs, a long glass table in the middle. The three stripper poles sat on the stage, three ladies twirling and dancing as the men gambled and conversed. The hand on your bottom rubbed up your back as the music played in the background. Although you were focused on the executive whose hair you were caressing, you could feel the intense gazes of the other men who sat in the room, having become familiar with them all except the boss for the past few days.

The server finally came in with the glasses filled with poisoned booze, along with the bottle in the middle. She passed a cup to everyone besides you, unknown to the toxin that’s mixed in with the liquid. They’re all leaned back in their seats, man spreading while some sit with their ankle resting on their lap. The boss is leaned over with his arms against his lap, tired dark eyes staring at the bottle that sat in the middle. As you all thought, he didn’t even touch the glass that the server handed to him, having to place it on the table in front of the platinum haired male. An eyebrow raises as you notice the men who held their glasses, setting them on the table.

“Pretty girl.”

A hold on your chin turning you to face the rest of the men, causing you to shift on his lap to turn your whole body with your back against his chest. You're forced to face the boss who sat across, the other executives holding amusement on their faces while his expression stayed stoic. The glass is held in front of you from behind, the executive taking a hit of his cigar before blowing the smoke out.

“Why don’t you take the first sip?” You felt the vibration of his sultry voice against your back, keeping your expression straight so as to not ring any alarms. The team tenses as they listen to his suggestion.

“I’m not allowed to drink our guests’ beverages.” You smile politely, using your hand to gently move the drink to the side, your hand dropping when you see his grip tightening around the glass, holding it in place.

A deep chuckle released from a few of the men who sat in front of them, a particular executive who had his arms stretched across the top of the sofa as his leg was crossed. Using his index and middle finger to grab the blunt out of his mouth, a smile growing on his face. He sits up to pass the blunt across the table to the golden eyed man.

“We own this club. Take a sip.” The younger Haitani states. Your smile slightly drops as you bite your lip, nerves beginning to take over as you try to gain control of the situation.

“I’ve already drank enough tonight. I don’t want to fall off the pole.” You chuckle, hoping a joke will deter the direction in which this is going.

“I don’t think you understand, Y/n.” The one with blonde strands states, licking his lips before taking another long drag from the wood. He ashes it before passing it to the one with a pink mullet.

“If we tell you to do something, you do it.” His smile drops as he stares into your eyes, your own smile dropping as your heart begins to pound. You shift in the older Haitani’s lap, beginning to pick yourself up before he puts the cigar out and wraps his free arm around your waist, glass still in front of you.

“Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you’re goin, princess? The fun’s just begun.” You could hear his smirk in his statement.

“Why do you look so nervous?” The pink haired man questions before putting the blunt out. “It’s just a little booze. What’s the problem?”

“Say the signal, Y/n! Goddamnit!” Your husband whispers as his nerves are struck, hand trembling while holding the gun as he fears for your life. Your friend bites her nails as she awaits the word, eyebrows furrowed as the rest of the team listens in.

“Shit!” The commander hissed, throwing his pager on the ground in anger. Your friend turns to him as well as some of the other members.

“What’s going on?” One of the teammates questions in confusion, eyeing the man who paces back and forth of the hall, rubbing the sweat off his forehead.

“Their line was cut off abruptly. They had only just entered and all he screamed was ambush.”

“What does that mean?” Another teammate asks. The commander looks up with pure discomfort written on his face.

“It means they knew we were coming.”

“Y/n.” You look into the boss’s direction.

“Drink it.”

You stared at the liquid, face morphing into displeasure as you pause. Your eyebrows furrow with frustration as you realize you have failed your mission. You know that they know and now you have to evacuate the situation. Swinging your arm, you knock the glass to the floor, toxic liquid splashing as the glass shatters.

“S-O-S!”

The men immediately stood up with their guns facing the team who barged in, the room erupting in chaos and gun shots as the strippers left the stage, covering their heads in fear. The hand around your waist tightened as you tried to rid yourself of his grip. Your pressure point is pressed resulting in your body limping as darkness engulfs your vision.

You wake up to what you would imagine hell sounds like, screams of pain in the distance as the stench of residue death and blood reaches your nostrils. Opening your eyes, you come to your senses as you look down and see yourself completely bare. Eyes widening as you notice the tightrope that’s tied around your wrists and ankles. You’re lying on a worn out bed, bare mattress as your arms are stuck above your head, as well as legs spread as you struggle against the rope. You stare at the grimy floor, dried blood and bones lying around the room.

You eye the ceiling of the warehouse, bright lights hanging above as you shift your gaze to the machine that holds two thick vibrators below you near your ankles. Your eyebrows furrow as you notice the huge screen displaying a lot of movement in front of you, releasing a muffled scream as the cloth against your mouth blocks your speech.

“You’re awake.” You turn your head, only just now noticing the old couch facing the screen on the right side of you. Sitting on your right were three men, one of them walking towards you as the rest drank their alcoholic beverages. Two chesterfield chairs sat on your left, facing the screen.

Manjiro sits on the bed next to you as he looks ahead, all the while the screen displaying the members of your team running around and shooting as well as being shot at. Your heart pounds as you search for your husband and best friend, tears threatening to fall as you deny the thoughts that fill your mind.

“You put on an exciting show, I’ll give ya that.” Kazutora chuckles as he watches the screen, leaning back on the couch as he glances at you.

“Very entertaining indeed.” Ran takes a sip of his drink, sitting back with his legs crossed in the chair.

“You almost got us, Y/n.” Rin states, sitting on the chair next to his brother. “Pretty impressive for a conniving slut.”

“To think you could deceive us for as long as you did. Disgraceful.” Sanzu hissed as he narrowed his eyes, watching himself shoot another enemy on the screen. You could only watch in silence as Mikey’s gaze turned to you.

“Unfortunately, you’ve caught my attention.” He says as a hand slowly runs up your stomach, his fingers gripping your naked breast. Your eyes squint as your face warms with embarrassment and disgust, discomfort from being naked in a room full of your enemies. You feel so raw and vulnerable as you're humiliatingly nude for everyone to see. You wince in pain as the boss squeezes your nipple, pulling it harshly as he holds it in place.

“Keep your eyes on the screen.” He demands, releasing your nipple as he walks back to his seat on the couch.

You watch in fear as the screen displays two of your favorite people who are forced to kneel as they’re tied, facing the camera with tired looks.

“Where’s… hah….my wife you piece of shit?” He pants, his face and uniform bloody as his hands are tied behind his back. He grunts when a kick is met with his stomach before the person steps on his back, shoving him on his face.

“Shut up.” Kazutora hissed, grabbing the man by the collar and forcing him to sit up, only to kick his stomach again.

Your hands turn into fists as you struggle against the restraints, whimpering as the rope rubs into the tender skin. Sweat drips down despite the cold room, your body completely tense with anxiety. Your friend is quiet, barely awake as she leans over, grunting when she’s hit with a baton on her back.

“Sit up.” Ran states with a sly smile, a relit cigar in his mouth as he grabs her hair and yanks her up.

Sanzu crouches next to her. “Smile for the camera.” He grabs her chin as he forces her to face the camera.

Mikey pulls out the remote, clicking a button as the bottom vibrator extends, heading towards your bottom. You yell against the cloth as it comes closer to you, wiggling your body as you shut your eyes, bracing yourself as it makes contact with your anus. You groan in pain as it eases into your dry asshole, your stomach tightening as your head falls back and legs tense. The residue lube on the vibrator makes it easier to slide in, though the pain remains. The movement halts as soon as the object is deep inside of your ass.

“Watch the screen, Y/n.”

You return your teary gaze back to the screen, complying to not receive worse treatment. A lower setting is clicked as a sensation begins inside of you, buzzing along your walls. You squirm against the weird feeling as you watch your husband get kicked in the face by Rin, blood shooting from his nose before he drops his head, spitting a few teeth out. You grunt as the dildo is dragged out, rubbing along your walls as it continues buzzing before it’s pushed back in deeply.

The motion repeats as you throw your head back, the pain becoming a weird sensation that stimulates the walls of your ass, a fullness taking over as your hole becomes used to the size, the speed accelerating only slightly as your vagina becomes naturally wet, juice oozing to your asshole. Your nipples are rock hard as the cold air kisses them, the screen displaying your friend being snatched by the neck before she’s thrown against the ground, the end of the baton pressing into her back as she groans in pain.

The lower vibrator continues to buzz as it stops pulling in and out of you, pressing inside of you as the top vibrator moves closer to your pussy. You whimper as you cry against the cloth, watching as your husband gets shot in the shoulder by Kazutora, screaming in pain. Tears stream down your face as you watch Sanzu use his katana to stab it through your friend’s calf. Your friend screams, tears fall as she yells out an ugly cry.

Blood splatters as he yanks it out causing another cry to leave her mouth just as the vibrator eases into your vagina which causes you to cry out along with your friend. A pain forming considering the lack of vaginal juice, there only being enough for the rubber cock to enter deeply. It’s pressed against your cervix as it’s held there, the lower cock moving against your anal walls. You squirm once more, shutting your eyes again as you breathe through the pain.

Just as the cock pulls out of your vagina slowly, it’s shoved back in deeply as your head drops back. It repeats the process as your vagina becomes easier to access, rubbing along your g-spot with each thrust. Conflicting feelings form, a pleasure coming from your lower half as you watch the screen in terror. You glance at the men who were all facing the screen, watching themselves torture your family.

Ran stands from the chair as he walks to your bed, the rubber cocks accelerating their speed as one goes in and the other goes out. He leans over as he eyes your burning face.

“You’re a very lucky girl, Y/n.” He says before his lips meet with your cheek, a thumb grazing your sweaty forehead as you look back at him with wide eyes. You follow the other hand that came from your other side, the fingers caressing your neck.

“Otherwise you’d have the same fate as them.” Sanzu says before leaning over and kissing your lips above the cloth, his fingers circling around your neck as Rin and Kazutora walk to either sides, eyeing the dildos as Mikey pressed the button for them to go the same pace as well as thrusting into you at the same time, the rubber in your vagina hitting your g-spot repeatedly as it speeds.

Your hips buck uncontrollably as the sensation becomes intense, Kazutora reaching over to rub your clit as your arms pull against the restraints. You couldn’t hold back from the groans and whimpers that left your lips. Sanzu moves his hand to your chin as he turns your head slightly, biting your ear before licking along the lining. Ran lowers his head to your neck, sucking and kissing the tender skin as Rin lowers his head to your nipple, flicking the nub with his tongue before he closes his lips around it.

The katana slices through her opposite leg, hands gripping the handle making sure to add pressure to the wound.

“Please! Please just kill me!” She cries out, snot and saliva leaving her mouth as she tasted her own salty tears, the blood puddled under her causing a wetness to form against her pants.

Your husband is kicked from under, a shoe connecting with his testicles as he gives out a silent scream, losing his breath as his face turns completely red. Another punch, another kick, and another hit lands before another shot rings out, a bullet penetrating his lower back as another bullet penetrates his other arm. You turn your head to look away from the gruesome scene.

You finally begin to cry as the cocks penetrate your holes, engulfed by your own juice as they speed up. Pleasure shoots through you with each hit of your cervix, hips grinding against the rubber as you feel shame and embarrassment from the sensation as your husband and friend are being tortured right in front of you.

“How could you be so turned on by the sight of your loved ones dying?” Rin teases against her nipple, eyeing up at her with lazy eyes.

Mikey presses the button to accelerate the speed once more, your body tensing at the newfound electrifying feeling that pounds your pussy. You wail against the cloth as you watch the katana slice through your friend’s torso before it's pulled all the way through, half of her body detached from the rest as it falls over. You grunt and cry out more as your husband was shot repeatedly by two different guns, bullets going up his body repeatedly before landing in his torso as well as his neck, and head. His lifeless body falls limp as your head falls back.

Your hips buck up as you orgasm, screaming against the cloth as the cocks continue to overwhelm you as well as the fingers speeding against your clit while the camera is turned off, resulting in a white screen. Your eyes shut tightly as tears fall, the dildos going at a rapid speed as you near another forced orgasm quickly, your body convulsing as your nails pierce your palms.

“How does it feel to cum so hard while watching your loved ones die? Do you feel dirty?” Kazutora smiles as he continues to rub your clit, the dildos continuing to rub against your walls.

“You should. It’s disgusting.” Sanzu hissed against your ear before biting your neck.

Mikey walks to the end of the bed, staring at you with sunken eyes as you watch him turn up the vibration.

At this point your eyes were far up your head as you trembled against the feeling numbing your core, forced to release another orgasm as you grind it out.

Finally, the dildos vibration halts before they’re slowly pulled out of your pussy and anus, as well as Kazutora removing his fingers. All of them move back from you as you breathe heavily, tears still falling from the traumatic event you watched in front of you.

“Welcome to your new home.” Ran smiles as he pats your head.

“If you behave, you’ll get to move to our shared estate.” Kazutora beams.

“Till then, we’ll give you time to think about what you’ve done.” Rin states.

When the executives walk to the exit, Mikey stands above you. He only stared down at you before he turned to the screen and pressed the remote to replay the footage. The buzzing dildos come toward your holes once more as he leaves the room. You scream for help and beg for him to turn the video off. You cry hysterically as you're forced to take the rubber cocks once more as you watch your husband and friend get tortured again.

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