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ghoularaki · 2 years ago

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sought heaven in you (but i found hell)

↠ summary: Losing your older sister, Emma, took a toll on both you and your half-brother, Mikey. As children your relationship was estranged, but after running away and years passed, Mikey wasn't going to let you out of his grasp again. Even if it meant lending you out to other men for the sake of "protection."

↠ word count: 20,750

↠ pairing: sano manjiro x reader, slight kakucho x reader + bonten trio x reader

↠ genre/warnings: smut, angst, bonten au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, incest, sibling abuse, abuse of power, drugs, alcohol, emotional and sexual abuse/assault, sex work, blood, guns, slight suicidal thoughts, reader is described with having visual bruises. NSFW (NONCON, fingering, pussy slapping, mentioned fisting, spanking, belt used as leash, choking, bondage, riding, exhibitiobism/voyeurism, possessiveness, unprotected sex, little aftercare)

↠ a/n: this is for @killsaki's collab. also take this as an apology for disappearing for a month, i offer you nii-chan porn in exchange for forgiveness

Rattling breaths polluted the winter air. The oxygen shuttered in your chest as you quickened your footsteps. The awning of the train stop was right in view.

Flurries of snowflakes clouded your vision, highlighted by the street lamps that guided your path. Night blanketed you. Gripping the backpack in your stiff hands, you try as you may not to look over your shoulder.

You never knew fear like this before and you clung onto it to remind you of why you were here, in the dead of the night. As if Fate was watching over you as you groaned in relief at the awning a step away, the click of a gun being cocked was right behind you.

“Don’t make this difficult, Y/n.”

CONCEPTION

"Again?" A voice called.

Deep in the room where ruffled bed sheets are were a reminder as to why you were shaking. Your throat was tight and achy. This wasn't the first time a client got violent, but it was the first time they were able to get a hit in.

You clenched your eyes as their blood was still warm on your hands. The memory was hazy as one moment you were flirting with them and the next they had slammed you against the desk with taut hands. Eyes almost bulged out of your head as you scratched and spit to get him off you. With a free hand, you scrambled against the desk for anything to get them off. A book or even a paper weight would suffice, but your desperate fingers gripped onto a letter opener.

The same primal, vicious instinct pulsed through you as the man killing you as you jammed the letter opener so far into his neck you heard the squelch of metal hitting tendons. He stumbled back in shock as he tried to cradle the wound as he rapidly bled out. His mouth was left agape just as yours. You cradled your throat as you coughed and greedily breathed in air.

As he collapsed, you screamed so loud the sound still haunted the room. At that, Kakucho burst in.

"What the fuck is going on?" He barked.

The scene in front of him answered his own question. He spied how you were still clutching your weapon, blood running down your hand from your forearm and the same red liquid splattered on your face. Your eyes were wide and terrified.

"He- I'm- He tried-" You stuttered out.

Kakucho went to the dying man and pulled him up. "You aren't getting out of this so easily."

You had no idea if those words were targeted towards you or the man. Whatever it was, Kakucho helped the man get medical attention. The blood leaving a stain on the expensive carpet was neglected.

More men filed into the room to clean up the mess with Kakucho instructing them to make sure the man was tended to. You stayed at the desk, not moving, not blinking and barely breathing. Time whizzed past you as Kakucho finally came to check on you.

He took the letter opener from your hand. You let him pry open your twitching fingers, fluttering like a dead butterfly's wings. Gripping the side of your head, he directs your attention to him and not the tainted floor. Your pupils sluggishly met him, keeping your focus on his non-blind eye. By now, only you and Kakucho were in the room. Taking the opportunity to be alone with you, Kakucho held you to ground you back to Earth.

“You know this has to be reported to Mikey, right?”

Tears bubbled into your waterline, chest hiccupping. As the adrenaline crash was setting in so did the realization that you just fucked up an arms deal that was in the works for weeks now. You were doomed.

“Don’t tell Mikey,” you begged in spite of how raw your throat was.

Kakucho was about to open his mouth when a voice cut him off.

“Don't tell me what?”

Speak of the devil and he will arrive. Mikey came from behind Kakucho standing in the doorway. Sometimes you think he does this on purpose as punishment, punishment that it was Emma and not you. You peer over to him from where he stands in the doorway. Despite his small frame, his presence polluted and took up the area.

No matter what you did, you could never rid yourself of him.

Kakucho drew himself away from you and let Mikey take the reins. The smaller man crossed the room to stand just where Kakucho was. Taking the hint, he left you and your older brother alone. Your eyes bounced to him, suffocating the pleading expression.

Leering back at Mikey, you slouch more against the desk so he had more of a height advantage. He liked you small. The dark circles were a harsh purple against his dulling skin. You remembered the days when his complexion was a healthy tan with a pinky flush. Mikey was a mere shell of the man he used to be.

His slender but encompassing hand, held your chin smearing the blood deeper into your pores. Tilting your head to the left and then the right, he was silent while he observed your darkening bruise. You were sure it was an ugly red. Assessing the damage, his fingers glided against the flesh and you whimpered in pain. The wound was still very much raw and your larynx was aching.

Sighing, he stopped poking at it since you proceeded to flinch. “Someone bring ice!” He hollered into the hallway.

Turning back to you, his hand went down to stroke up and down your shoulders. The motion brought no comfort.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you rasped.

Mikey didn’t seem to believe you, but decided to drop it since you were so dazed. He couldn’t get any information out of you when you were like this.

“He won’t be allowed back here again, so don’t worry about that.”

The words were meant to bring you solace, but like his touch, it only set you more on edge. You weren’t worried about that. You were terrified you would have to go back. You were sick of this job. You never wanted to in the first place.

What Mikey harbored for you wasn't love and you were sure of it. He never cared for you as an older brother should. For the promise of a done deal, he would sell you to the highest bidder. After the death of your sister, Emma, his leash was incredibly tight.

You were only about five years old when you met Mikey. Taken to the Sano household after you had met Emma first, you had hid behind her leg in fear. You were a secret as you were proof of your father's infidelity. One time was a mistake, but twice was a pattern. Though the cat was out of the bag when your mother stopped being able to afford your care and had to beg the Sano household for help.

For a year, you would have supervised visits with her, usually at parks, so you had a stable pillar to lean on when you were uprooted from your old home. You were always a shy child. Understanding how scary it was to be told you had a whole other family, six year old Emma took you under her wing. You two were thick as thieves, though when she hung out with Mikey you always hung back.

Even as a young child you could tell that the older boy never did like you. Or at least you thought. Once out of ear shot Mikey would ask Emma why you always avoided him. She would merely shrug, just as confused as him. Both of them were a lot more outgoing than you. When Mikey would bring around his friends even as you grew older, you would offer a small wave before barricading yourself in your room.

They tried their damnedest to befriend you though it felt like trying to trick a feral kitten out of hiding with treats. Eventually you would join them in the living room when you could sit next to Emma. Mitsuya and Draken were usually the ones to get you out of your shell the most. Offering no words but they did extend your favorite snack they got at a convenience store, Mikey would watch in envy.

You had been there that night, following Emma. After her death whatever petals that blossomed had shriveled and curled in on themselves. You barely talked and barely ate. Nothing could fill your stomach so you starved, cold from the lack of her warmth. Though she did not leave. She was everywhere, deep in the wallpaper and woven into the fibers of the couch. Her ghost refused to leave the house.

Both you and Mikey were cracking. In the hospital was the first time you two had touched each other. You sobbed into his arms all night long as he shoved his head into your hair. He gripped you so hard you swore he was trying to crawl his way into your ribcage. And at the time, you would have let him. Anything to fill the ache. Draken could only watch sorrowfully. After that night, nothing was the same nor would it ever be.

The whisperings at school and how Toman tried their best to talk to you, grated your ears. For the first time in your life, you were angry. Not a childish anger or simple annoyance. You were enraged and everything was too loud. The sad looks filled to the brim with pity poured into your mouth until you were forced to swallow the false pleasantries. There are so many ‘my condolences’ a person can take.

What broke the most was how Mikey stared at you with such contempt and longing. You knew that he only saw Emma. Your silhouette haunted the home and you both knew you would never be her. He began bringing you to gang meetings. Where Mikey was, you were sure to be tethered to him.

Your hands were sticky with the glue you tried to hold yourself together with for your family. Mikey had known her longer and had been so protective of her, the love he had for her was something you couldn’t fulfill. As the weeks passed, he must have come to the realization as well. He grew meaner and colder. Your brother abandoned clinging to you and pushed you so far you meshed into the walls with her.

The house was tense and it was like walking on eggshells. Any word you spoke was met with a glare and scoff. There was no escape from him as you both attended the same middle school. His icy demeanor stuck to your skin, pulling would only rip away a layer of flesh.

You could tell the words clenched behind his teeth; it should have been you and not her. For the first time in years, you agreed with him. So a few months later, you packed your bags, leaving a letter on your bed and hopped out your bedroom window. Thank God you were on the first floor. With the little money you had from doing odd jobs, you bought a train ticket as far from Tokyo as possible. With a stroke of luck you were able to find your estranged grandmother who took you in, residing deep in the countryside.

You couldn’t stand watching Mikey destroy everything with his stupid middle school gang. You lost what mattered most because of him, the angrier part of you raged. Though as you got older you stopped blaming him. Maybe if you were more vengeful you would have sought out Hanma or Kisaki for murdering your sister when you fled into the night, but you were too exhausted for such emotion.

When Mikey saw you again he swore he was dreaming or he didn’t get enough rest. He doesn’t sleep much nowadays. Years had passed since he found your letter. He had read and reread it over and over until the words finally sunk in. The immature part of him wanted to scream and cry. In hysterics, he ran to Draken’s home with the letter and wailed to him that they had to find you. What if Kisaki or Hanma found you? How dare you leave him, you were his like everyone else in his life. He already lost Emma and now you? Something finally snapped inside him that day.

Though he honored your wishes and left you alone. Mikey was out with his men when you passed by him like a wayward butterfly, he knew that this was a sign that you were meant to be in his grasp again. You had grown so much since the last time he saw you. Unsurprisingly since you were thirteen when you ran away. Your hair was longer and dyed a different color, you were so beautiful and it stung that he never got to watch you grow up with him. He had no clue you were back in Tokyo or if you left at all. He immediately asked Kakucho to track where you are and your routine.

Sickness festered inside him when he found out you worked a humble desk job, frequenting a bar with your male coworkers, laughing boisterously with them. None of those men could care for you like your big brother could.

As giddiness built in Mikey, an uneasiness settled into you.

When you arrived at your apartment late in the evening, something was amiss. The door was unlocked when you spun the knob. A shiver ran up your spine, you always locked it along with the two extra locks you put just in case.

Exhaling a shaky breath you reach for the small handgun you had in your handbag. The possession was highly illegal, but you abused the ties you had to Mikey to obtain it. You weren’t ignorant to what your half-brother got himself into. Steeling yourself, you pushed open the door and walked inside. There was no use to run since if they found out where you live, they would only follow.

Holding your gun out, you side stepped into the pitch black to the light switch. Before you got there the living room light flicked on by itself. You whipped around to see your older brother stand in the space.

You sagged your shoulders and dropped the gun to your side, still clutched onto it.

“You don’t seem surprised to see me,” Mikey’s tone was bored.

He looked a lot skinnier than the last time you saw him and his hair was completely different.

“More like relieved it's just you.”

He pointed his head towards your gun, “Why do you have that?”

“Protection,” Was your reply, still on edge. Yes you were glad it was him and not a stranger, but you weren’t stupid or blind to what he has become.

Mikey embarked towards you and you backed away, scared of what he was capable of and why he broke into your home. You can’t imagine it's for a long awaited family reunion.

“What do you want, Manjiro?”

“Can’t a brother visit his dear, baby sister?”

With each word he stepped closer to you until you were backed into a corner. Stumbling over your still heel clad feet, you two fell into a twisted rhythm. The door was still in sight and your focus ricocheted to the escape route. Keeping him at arm's length, you raised your gun at the unwavering man.

“Get away from me.”

His eyes were dead and showed no emotion as he twisted the gun out of your grasp. You yelped at the pain shooting up your wrist as he locked your arm. If he applied a little more pressure the bone would surely break.

He tugged you close to him until you were almost nose to nose, “Do you think a gun would protect you against any of the men who want your head on a platter? I never remembered you being this naive.”

“Because you didn’t know me,” You spat out.

“Bullshit, I know everything about you and I know that if I let you stay in this apartment for one more night then it won’t be only me that will pay you a visit. Kisaki is still out there, you know?”

You glanced back down at the gun but he kicked it even farther away, “You are not going to uproot my life because you deem it fit. I don’t need you.”

He brought a hand to your face and gently cradled it as you glared at him, “I don’t think I asked.”

Mikey released you from his hold to shove you onto the couch. Hugging the offending wrist to your chest, you rubbed out the pain the best you could. A new man comes into your agape door with a certain swagger to him. His hair was a deep black and a middle part that reached about his ears. One of his eyes was a foggy hue with a scar framing it. It only served to make him more handsome.

He made himself at home within your apartment, immediately helping Mikey to pack all your belongings.

“I’m Kakucho,” He introduced himself as he put the bag down near you. Mikey could be heard ruffling through your shit in the background.

“Fuck you,” You replied, pissed that Mikey dragged you back into this life. He laughed at your response and the corner of your lip quirked up, but you stifled it. He was attractive, you will give him that, but you refused to fall for his demeanor and sharp grin.

Before you could dwell on the man in front of you, Mikey ushered you out of the apartment and into the car waiting for you three at the back of the building. The model was obviously something expensive, but it did nothing to impress you. Your bags were put in the trunk while you were shoved in between the two men. There were two other men in the front, the one driving seemed familiar.

How Bonten had not been caught was beyond you with the mansion they all lived in. They obviously were flexing their wealth, but you assumed the police were being bought out so they didn’t care. The halls billowed as you were toiled to where Mikey wanted you.

He burst open a door to what you presumed is his office. He sat behind the desk in a fancy office chair while you were forced onto the lavish, leather seat. You stared at each other before your brother finally spoke.

“I want you to be a hostess at the Haitani Brothers’ clubs,” he raised a hand to stop your protests, “All I need is for you to butter up clients. Nothing more than a little touching and drinking with them. You will be guarded the whole time.”

“Are you serious, you want to whore me out to gangsters? You’re out of your mind!”

“Watch your tone,” His timbre was plain, but his irises flashed with something violent.

“You don’t get to try to act like a respectable older sibling now.”

“This isn’t up for discussion, this is to ensure your safety.”

You laughed out a scoff, “Yeah, safety. If you wanted me to be safe, you would have stayed the fuck out of my life.”

You shot out of your seat and flipped him the bird when he yelled at you to come back like a father herding an insolent toddler. You exited out of his office and passed by Kakucho who hooks a hand around your arm. “Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?”

“Let me go before I scream.” A glare was stamped deep on your forehead.

“That will only bring men who aren’t as nice as me.”

You raised a brow at that.

“Look, I know Mikey doesn’t seem like he has the best intentions, but for the past few years, you don’t know how much he talked about you. He missed you.”

You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, confused and uncomfortable. What choice did you have?

EGG

The ability to speak again came back a couple days later. A bruise stayed heavy on your throat, wrapped in semi-permanent handprints, you tried your hardest not to stray on your reflection. Purple and red bloomed from the wound and were quite tender. Despite this, you were offered little sympathy.

Within a dark corner of the back of one of the Haitani brothers’ clubs, Kakucho tried to offer some pity. Your face was twisted into an ugly expression from the anxiety. Clutching your arms so tight that your nails left indents in the fragile flesh, you lifted your head to him.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

He only sighed with sadly pinched eyebrows.

At the sound, your voice hitched, “Don’t make me do this, Kakucho.”

“You know that I can’t do anything about it.”

You gripped at his shirt and you tried not to break apart as you wheezed out, “Have you ever even tried.”

He clutched your cheeks between his fingers, “Me even thinking about it will have both our heads. I may be number three but I am not as powerful as you think I am.”

You rested your head on his chest, “I know.”

And you do, you were not ignorant to the fact that you and Kakucho being as close as you are is a risk in of itself. Though, you took the leap, hugged the one bit of kindness of this world close to your aching chest.

He lifted your head and extracted you from him, “We both have a job to do. Let's just get through tonight.”

Agreeing, you towed yourself from him and steeled yourself. With a bleeding heart, you departed from him and rounded the corner to the door into the back of the club. Even in the back hallways of the club, the smell of smoke crowded your lungs. The bass of the music was a soft thumping, comforting you. The walls were illuminated with an orange watercolor like finish. A haze clouded your vision.

Free of any human interaction, you make it into your private room. Here was where you got ready and welcomed clients to your misfortune. The room was on the bigger side, complete with a velvet couch, an ottoman and a classic style vanity. It all screamed old Hollywood.

Amongst the furniture was the very last person you wanted to see. Leaning against your vanity table was Sanzu. He was clad in his usual purple pinstripe suit without the blazer. His arms were crossed, posture that of a disapproving parent. You instantly tensed.

“Where’s Ran?” You asked as he was the one that told you your clients.

He didn’t respond to you. Further on edge, you spied how he beckoned you over with a curl of his finger. Tethered to the palm of his hand, you walked over. Crossing the room in about ten steps, you stand before the lanky man. In front of him, you shivered at how in spite of his slouched stance, he towered over you.

This close, you could see how his dilated pupils ate up the beautiful blue. The man stayed silent and so did you. You watched each other as he parts an arm from the tangle and dragged a hand up your arm. Swallowing the shutter, your arm broke out in goosebumps as his fingers glided up to your shoulder and to your neck. You winced when he pressed a thumb into the healing skin.

Gently, he traveled to your nape and stroked the baby hairs. Not before twisting the long fingers deep in your tendrils and wrenched your head so far back you screamed and scrambled to grab the offending wrist.

His visage was thunderous as he pulled your face close to his, “You are not going to fuck this up, you are already on thin fucking ice, you hear me?”

Eyes clenched, you could barely respond from the agony. He jostled you and tears strung your eyes, but he didn’t care.

“Look at me.”

Terrified of what he would do, you opened your eyes. Sanzu’s features were blurry from the water, but the pleasure he got from this was prevalent. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he shoved you as close to him as possible. The man rubbed his bulge against your crotch. Of course he was getting off to this. Trying to ignore the motion, you stared up at him with pinched eyebrows. Something crossed between a glower and a dejected expression.

“I love how pathetic you look like this.”

The freak proceeded to lick up the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. You squirmed and whined in his suffocating embrace, hating the slimy tongue against your skin.

Already bored of you rejecting his little game, he pushed you away from him. With the pressure, you stumbled into the ottoman in the middle of the room. You peered up at him with unbridled hatred, but there was nothing you could do and he was well aware of the fact.

“Behave or else that bruise around your throat will be the least of your problems.”

With that he walks out and slams the door closed. You glimpsed up at the vanity to see the mascara streaks on your cheeks and your ruffled hair. A screech pierced through the air as you pounded a fist against the seat before composing yourself and stared at yourself in the mirror, getting lost in the reflection.

Like Kakucho said, you have a job to do.

A voice towed you from your thoughts. Oh yeah, a few hours had passed. Your reflection met you once again except you were far away from the private room. Here, you were in Mikey's bedroom. He rarely used the room unless he wanted something from you. In the full length mirror, you stared at the woman clad in a pretty dress. Tonight was a blur and you welcomed the cloudy feeling, the less you remember the better.

From behind, Mikey approached your form. Brief eye contact was exchanged as he put his hands on your bare upper arms. The warmth had you shutter, but you almost drifted into him.

“Arms up,” He spoke into the tense air.

Like a dog, you obeyed. His fingers brushed against the hem as he pulled the dress over your head. Deliberately, he leaned the garment against the chair near the open, walk-in closet. Your arms were heavy lead as they dropped back down to your sides.

Mikey crossed back to your stagnant form. His eyes drank up your almost naked silhouette, unable to keep his touch to himself. Kissing your bare shoulder, he whispered in the flesh, “My pretty girl.”

You shuddered.

Still watching each other through the glass, Mikey turned his focus to the man-made collar decorating your throat. His hand traveled to the bruise and brushed against it. The pain was dull. As your brother bore into you, you had half the mind to cover yourself, but it would only offend him.

“Let’s go to bed.”

Every time he uttered those words, a part of you withered. Mikey was a possessive man by nature. Despite him being the one to force you into this profession, he would always satisfy the need to conquer.

You merely nodded as you laid in the soft bed sheets curated just for you. He was quick to cover his body with yours. The stark difference of you only in panties compared to him still fully dressed was humbling. You were vulnerable.

Your hair pooled around your head like a halo. His own strands curtained around you, framing his face so it was all you saw. If Mikey had it his way, that is exactly what would be your own world. Him.

In a sense, he already was.

One arm bracketed your head while the other reached to cup your bare breast. His thumb circled the nipple. Your breath hitched as he toyed with the sensitive flesh until it pebbled. A yelp left you when he pinched your nipple. You squirmed, hating how he did it only to elicit a reaction. The corner of your brother’s lip quirked up.

“I won’t torture you too much tonight,” He spoke against your lips.

“Please.”

You didn’t want this to last longer than needed. He loved to take his time with you. To pull every reaction and sound from you until you were sapped dried.

He kept circling your nipple as he slotted his crotch more firmly against yours. Impatient, Mikey rubbed himself into your warming pussy. Bending down, he kissed your temple. Moving in tandem with him, you bucked into the growing bulge. He was so much different from Sanzu in this regard where he still hasn’t fucked you. The taller man couldn’t say the same.

Becoming bored of toying with your breast, his hand trailed down the length of your rib cage down to your hip bone. Mikey fully pulled away so he sat on his heels. Wanting better access, both hands went to the lacy hem of your pale pink panties. His thumbs hooked around the fabric and lugged down. The fabric was easily torn away. Like unwrapping a present, he ripped the undergarment completely off you. Gentle when it caught on your ankles, pulling your legs up to gain access. Your brother kissed the bone.

Sliding his palms down, he cupped them underneath the juncture and pushed your knees to your chest. Those inky irises bored into your bare cunt. A mix between the brief pleasure and the humiliation, your pussy glistened.

“Fuck, you look so tight. I have no clue how with how slutty your pussy is,” His tone stayed bored but with a breathy edge to it.

When you didn’t acknowledge his words, he released one of your legs to slap your clit. Crying out, you attempted to close your legs but his mass made it impossible. You whined at the pain and he did it again. Your clit tingled and was swollen.

“I’m talking to you, pretty girl.”

“S-sorry,” You whined out, not knowing what to respond to.

He only hummed and became transfixed on your clenching cunny. “Let’s see how tight you are.”

Mikey twirled your bundle of nerves a few times before guiding two fingers into your hole. Already wet, he was able to slip in with ease. You moaned, welcoming something filling you. Even if it was him. You gave up a long time ago fighting him and trying to get him to see reason, to see how wrong this all was.

“You’re sucking me in, pretty girl.”

Whining in response, you wiggled your hips for him to move. He huffed a laugh at your impatience. Ignoring you, Mikey went at his own pace. His fingers curled upwards to rub the spongy spot inside you. He was meticulous with how he brought you pleasure. Every nerve was on fire and played with.

Smothering you again, he leaned down so he was nose to nose. You were completely surrounded and displayed for him. Breath mixing, you moaned for him. If it was anyone else the gesture would be loving—romantic, sweet. All it did was leave a bitter taste stuck to the back of your teeth like plaque.

Picking up the pace, he thrusted his fingers with more fervor.

“Can you handle more?”

“Yes,” You broke out.

Glaring down at you, he slowed down, “Yes, what?”

Embarrassed, you looked away for a moment before whispering, “Yes, Manjiro-nii.”

“Good girl.” He smiled—such a rarity these days—ramming his fingers faster once again.

You gripped the bed sheets as he added another finger to the mix. He scissored the appendages, splitting you further. You had no clue how much more you could take. Bucking to his rhythm, you whined wanting him to touch your neglected clit. It twitched and was still puffy from the slaps.

“Please!”

You both knew what you wanted but he steamrolled past your want. He needed to ruin you especially for your clients. You were his. His to break and tear apart until your sloppy cunt was perfect for just him.

Mikey added his pinky to the rest of his fingers and you almost screamed at how you were pried gaping. His fingers were slender but still bigger than yours. Long enough to easily reach your g-spot while you scrambled to brush and pound into it like he does.

“Doing so well, maybe one day I can shove my whole hand inside. Completely ruin you for anyone else,” His words meshed into your lips.

Gazing into him, you tilted your head so your lips brushed together more. Taking the hint, he crashed into you. Whimpering, he slotted his rosy flesh into yours, kissing you feverishly. Your arms came up to grab the sides of his shirt. Mikey finally touched your clit again. You almost screamed when he rubbed circles into the bundle of nerves, tittering you close to the edge.

He abandoned your leg to grip your cheeks, parting from your lips. His eyes went to between your legs to watch how you were taking four of his fingers. A dark patch imprinted on the bed from your slick. Prodding at your spongy spot again along with pressing harder into your clit was too much, you came with a high pitched moan. You were sure everyone in the manor heard it and no one cared. Everyone knew what your brother did to you in the dark.

Mikey guided you through your orgasm, slowing his thrusts until they came to a complete stop. After a moment, he pulled his fingers from your cunt. Your pussy clenched and you whined at becoming empty again.

Your chest stuttered as you tried to gain your breath. Mikey got up to grab a towel nearby and wiped his hand and then between your legs. You flinched from the rough material against the sensitive flesh. He said nothing.

Throwing the rag somewhere in the room, your brother came to lie next to you. He hauled you into his chest and you didn’t refuse. There was no point in fighting. You felt like an egg hatched too early, premature to find your footing. Otherwise, why do you follow a man that wants nothing but the worst for you?

LARVA

You were so sick of the sight of green. Never privy to Spring or Summer, you welcomed Winter’s bitter air with open arms. Though, the bruise was fading into a greenish hue with splotches of purple mixed in. Such a green so unnatural, you couldn’t even compare it to a full apple tree. Subconsciously, you rubbed the skin.

Humming, you idly get ready for bed, already dressed in silk sleepwear. The past week Mikey had neglected you and you savored it. He went through bursts where you weren’t even a thought in his head. A darker part of your mind hoped he would completely forget you. Maybe in a freak accident (you possibly took part in) or he simply got too busy and stayed in his damn office.

As Mikey was preoccupied with whatever gang business, you were back in the full swing of hostess work. There were a few regulars ornery you weren’t available for sleeping with but anytime they got too rowdy, Rindou was sure to give them a firm ‘talking to.’ Rindou was an enigma to you. He was your least favorite of the two brothers, but he never complained when beating up piggish men.

You weren’t stupid enough to think it was any sentiment towards you, but more bloodlust being fulfilled. Rindou was a lot meaner than his older counterpart. While Ran was not a stranger to being touchy and a tease, Rindou was rough with handling you. You often dreaded when Rindou was in charge at the club instead of Ran. At least he pretended to care.

Sometimes, you would imagine Draken instead of Ran as in some twisted way he reminded you of the old friend. Those moments were when you had too much to drink. It still brought you solace, to pretend. You did that a lot.

A knock interrupted you. Your heart skipped a happy beat at the noise. There was only one person in the whole manor who offered you the courtesy. Sitting in front of your personal vanity, you fluffed your hair.

“Come in,” You tried your best to stifle the giddiness.

In came Kakucho not out of his day clothes yet. He wore a dark, silk dress shirt, unbuttoned so his chest was on full display. Your eyes drank up the rippling muscle. The clearing of his throat removed you from the sight. Knowing you were caught, you met his eyes and he gave you a sly grin.

“Subtle.”

“What do I owe the pleasure?” You asked, ignoring his taunt.

“Can I not check on my boss’ most prized possession?”

He walked closer to you as you angled your focus back to yourself in the mirror. Taking a cotton pad from the pack, you finish wiping off the rest of your makeup. It had been a long day. Kakucho came to stand right behind you. Your head was just under his chest while sitting. You felt so small as he crowded you.

Usually you would shake him off, but Kakucho wasn’t stupid. He would visit you in your room where no one would go down the wing you resided in, on the complete opposite of Mikey’s office and bedroom. Sticking closely to the night’s shroud so no one saw him enter.

You scoffed at his words, “Don’t call me that.”

“Hmm,” He hummed, not really listening as he brought a hand down to your neck.

You shivered as his gentle fingers brushed against the tarnished skin. Softer than the rest of the men who touch you—for once, the wound wasn’t agitated. His hand was warm. Kakucho swallowed up your neck, guarding it from any further attack. The weight was safe.

“It’s quite unfortunate that Mikey wouldn’t let me kill him.”

He moved his palm to idly stroke the bruise, transfixed. You gawked at him in the mirror, but he stayed focused on the blemish.

“Please don’t kill for me.”

“So I can kill in general?”

You murmured, “You know that I can’t tell you what to do.”

“Good girl.”

You shivered at the words, “Kakucho…”

He tilted your head back by your chin and rested the rest of his hand on your throat so it was against his stomach and he looked down at you, “Yes?”

“Don’t say things like that.”

His eyebrow quirked up, “Didn’t you just say that you can’t tell me what to do?”

You shook your head to free his hold on you. His taunts were becoming too much. You might be in your bedroom, but who knows who could walk in even when he’s being careful. Reluctantly, you departed from him and attempted to step away from the cushioned stool. You didn’t make it too far when he grabbed the crook of your elbow and spun you around to confront him. Shocked and dizzy, your hands went to his chest to gain some balance.

The skincare and makeup bottles cluttered when he lifted you up on the vanity table. Giving you no time to protest, he crashed into you. Parting your legs, he sank himself into you and pulled you as close as possible. Your lips moved in a familiar rhythm. You whined into the force of the kiss, but you weren’t complaining.

He clutched onto your waist, his hands swallowing you. As if life was mocking you, the sound of your door being kicked in rattled your eardrums. Stood in the doorway was Sanzu, the very last person you wanted to see besides Mikey.

Fear crawled up your spine at the glimmer in his eyes. There was no way for you to explain your way out of this one. Kakucho rapidly stepped away from you. You slipped off the vanity and wiped your mouth as tears bubbled up. In every sense, you were fucked.

Sanzu bounced from Kakucho to you. His features screamed the cat that got the cream. He was elated and he was making it known with the smile of mischief and hatred stretched on his lips.

“Mikey wants everyone to meet up, now.”

With that he walked away, not even closing the door behind him. You ignored Kakucho as he attempted to console you. There was one thing on your mind. Chasing Sanzu who was already halfway down the hall, your feet were quickened patters.

“Sanzu, Sanzu!” You whispered-yelled until you caught up and stood in front of him. Arms spread wide, you tried to stop his path. To humor you, he ceased his movement. “Don’t tell Mikey.”

A grin broke out on his face as he leered down upon you, “Oh yeah and why not? Boss sure is not gonna be happy with you or Kakucho, he might even be mad enough to kill him.”

At that you clutched onto his shirt, knees buckling, “Sanzu, please, I am begging.”

His hand pets the top of your head before wrenching your head back by the hair on the nape of your neck. You gripped harder on his shirt.

“What’s in it for me?” His voice was dripping with temptation. “I will do anything! Please, I promise, anything you want I will do it.” Tears were streaming down your face.

He stroked a thumb under your eye as the tears flowed, “Anything?”

You nodded despite the hand holding you down. He stared at you for a bit before shoving you away from him.

“Fine, I will hold you to that.”

“Thank you! Thank you,” You sobbed.

He clutched onto your shoulder while steering you to the meeting room, “Don’t thank me just yet.”

The hand and the promise was your leash. Being near Sanzu always had set you on edge as this isn’t the first time he took advantage of you. Gulping down the anxiety, you let him guide you. Further down the hall, Kakucho’s footsteps followed you both. In no time, he was barely a foot behind you, but you didn’t move your head.

The room greeted you. Sanzu held his grip as you both walked in. An oval shaped table filled the room and Mikey sat at the head like a king, chin resting on intertwined fingers. If Sanzu’s clutch bothered him, he displayed no indication of it.

You were beckoned to his side, Sanzu in toe. He rolled out the chair for you and shoved you into the seat. Pushing the chair so far in, you stifled the grunt as the edge crushed your rib cage. Sanzu ignored you as he took the spot to your right.

Kakucho walked in and placed himself in front of you at the table. Even with the distance, you shrank at his presence. He tried his best not to stare too hard.

The other men filed in with Ran sitting next to Sanzu and Rindou next to his brother. Kokonoi sits next to Kakucho with Mochizuku sitting next to him and Takeomi sits next to him, being as far from his younger brother as possible. They were all dressed in fancy suits, compared to you in silk pajamas. If you weren’t out of place enough already. You were rarely let in on meetings, so you were confused.

All heads pivoted to Mikey from the sound of his lips parting like on a timed rig. It was quite creepy how synced they all were.

“As you all know that the current governor is retiring,” He paused as the men nodded, “And he has two candidates of whom he will be offering his position to. Either his son or Tadashi Yuma, a man well known to oppose Bonten. At the current moment, the governor is favoring Mr. Tadashi so as to not be accused of nepotism.”

As he continued to speak, you were only more perplexed. How does elected officials have to do with Bonten and more specially you?

“And what does this have to do with us?” Sanzu asked flippantly, taking the words right from your brain. The man next to you rested his hand on his chin, staring at Mikey with boredom. His other hand crossed the boundary of the chair into yours. Your leg wobbled when his cold palm cupped your knee. You dared not turn your head towards him, instead keeping it down.

“Everything. Tadashi is too far gone to persuade, but the son is both buddy-buddy with the police and known for doing back alley dealing.” “Everyone has their vices,” Takeomi piped while he plucked a cigarette, earning a giggle from Ran.

Mikey sent a glare to the men before continuing, “If we get the son on our side, we would both have a governor as our puppet ruler and complete control of the police force in Kyoto. This would secure our position further.”

“And where does she fit into all of this?” Rindou questioned, pointing at you with a limp hand.

“If you let me speak, I could fucking tell you.”

As Mikey droned on, Sanzu got more bold and slithered his hand further up your thigh. Your hands were balled into fists at your side. You knew better than to make a scene.

At the aggressive tone, Rindou raised his hands in a surrender, not too bothered. Mikey glimpsed at you and you hoped your expression didn’t betray your discomfort. His gaze conveyed nothing besides you being his focal point for his next sentence.

“This is where she comes in. A couple days from now there will be a gala with politicians and gangsters alike. The rest of us will keep on the downlow while she will do what she does best with the governor’s son.”

You tried your best to listen and nod along as this was not a mission you could mess up on. Sanzu’s wandering hand made it difficult. He moved up your thigh until his pinky was brushing the band of your panties through your thin pants. As his smallest digit went to stroke your slit, he voiced, “She already messed up once, how do you know she won’t do it again?”

Mikey wasn’t ignorant to how your jaw clicked at his mockery. Your nose twitched in irritation and how his finger rubbed up and down your pussy.

“She won’t,” He glowered at Sanzu and then at you, “isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes, Mikey,” You stuttered out.

To anyone else, they would have thought it was because of fear, but you and Sanzu knew better. He did nothing to hide his shit-eating grin. As the focus was no longer on you, he took the incentive to bring a hand down the stretchy band of your pajamas and shove his hand down to cup your bare pussy. Scared, you gripped his wrist to pull it from you. In retaliation, he pinched your clit. Your back slightly hunched, stifling the whimper.

You peeped at him with watery eyes, but his face showed only boredom and focused on Mikey. When you loosened your grip on arm, he eased up. His fingers twirled your clit, a lot rougher than Mikey was. Sanzu poured his hate into you whenever he toyed with you. You have no clue what you did to piss him off, but God were you paying for it.

Dipping into your syrupy cunt, Sanzu shoved two fingers in and curled upwards. Your legs quivered at the stimulation and you sucked your lips in. If you released even a peep, everyone would hear, especially Mikey. And more importantly, Kakucho. At the thought of the man, you peered up to see him but luckily, he was too engrossed in whatever Mikey was explaining.

Sanzu brutally thrust his fingers in and out of you. The squelching was faint and you prayed no one heard over the sound of their boss’ voice. His palm was firm against your clit, but offered little pleasure. A part of you wanted to whine, but you reeled the needy sound in. You'd rather die than let Sanzu know how much he was affecting you.

Your legs squeezed together when he found the spongy spot inside you. He drove his fingers further to abuse the spot. Digging your nails into his wrist, you bucked your hips slightly. Jaw clenched so tight it hurt, you looked up to make eye contact with Mikey. Icy fear washed over you. Luckily the other men were too deep in conversation to notice how Mikey was fixated on your form. You turned away, face warm as he probably knew what Sanzu was doing under the table. Said man only grinned wider.

You dared to observe Kakucho whose nostrils flared. He was trying hard not to appear affected and you prayed he could school his expression as you were both in deep shit with Sanzu knowing. Embarrassed and wanting this to be done, you wiggled your hips to catch your clit against his palm. Sanzu was not having it as he pulled his palm away from your reach. You were tempted to stomp your feet in frustration.

“Dismissed,” Mikey’s demand had your back bolt straight up.

Everyone in the room aside you, Mikey and Sanzu moved to get up. Once the men were at the doorway did Sanzu dislocate his fingers from your soaking cunt. He wiped his fingers against your pants and whispered in your ear, “Remember your promise, Whore.”

At that, he departed with the rest of the men. Only you and Mikey remained, and you refused to peer up. Humiliation rocked you to the core and tears built up behind your eyes.

“Y/n,” he called.

You look up to him. Mikey slid his chair from under the table and tapped his thigh. Completely and utterly violated and shaking in fear, you launch yourself in his lap. You straddled his hips as he pulled you tight to him. Your brother gripped the back of your head to cradle your face into the juncture of his neck. His free hand rested on your lower back, stroking the exposed skin where your shirt rode up.

Hugging his shoulders, you collapsed into him. You let yourself melt into him, molding together until where he started and you stopped was blurred.

“Nervous?”

Your breath tickled his neck, “Yes.”

He hummed at the answer as he gently swayed the chair side to side, rocking you like a baby. He seemed lost in his thoughts. As he swung you both back and forth idly, his grip on your head grew increasingly tighter. When his nails dug into your scalp did you whimper. If he squeezed any tighter, your head would surely pop like a balloon. His strength terrified you.

“Does Sanzu visit you frequently?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Manjiro-nii, I-I’m sorry,” You tacked on the honorific to appease him, but he only shushed you.

“You’re both mine, as long as you know your places, I wouldn’t punish you,” you clutch onto him tighter, “you know I do this all to protect you, right?”

His words hinted to the threat of Kisaki coming for you, too. A threat he planted in your head for years now. And of course, he wouldn’t do anything about Sanzu touching you, it was a pipe dream.

“Yes, Manjiro-nii.”

“Good girl, my good little doll.”

CHRYSALIA

You swallowed your nausea, sitting next to Mikey in the car. The model was one of those fancy ones with a divider between the front of the car and the backseat to offer more privacy. Driving the car was Kakucho while Sanzu was in the passenger seat. When the cars were distributed, Sanzu raced to be in the car with you present in it. You knew damn well he was doing it to torment you, and Kakucho being the driver was the frosting on top of the cake.

Sat behind Kakucho, you stared out the tinted window, wringing your hands in your lap. A hand placed on top of yours halted you picking at your cuticles. Mikey ogled at you, a question on his visage. Your eyes lept to the rearview mirror where Kakucho glanced at you and then back to the road.

Sighing, Mikey slammed the divider closed. In the back of the car, you two were the only ones in the world. The thought was isolating. A part of you wanted to embrace the expensive, Italian leather of the car and luxury this life offered. But the larger, more logical part screamed to be anywhere but here.

“Why are you so nervous?” He dared to ask.

Your nostrils flared, “Why the fuck do you think?”

Anger getting the best of you was a rare feat, but not one Mikey tolerated. His grip went from reassuring to punishing. You whined at your bones grinding together. You attempted to extract yourself, but he tugged you closer to him, your hand landing on the middle seat to catch yourself.

“Watch your tone.”

Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you grimace away from him, glaring at the damn leather. He was quick to grab your face to enforce eye contact. His eyes were blank as usual. Dark circles lined his lower lashline. Mikey appeared older than his age. In a fleeting rebellion, you scowled at him with your cheeks clenched in his strong hands. It offered nothing to the older man.

“What you’re asking of me is grandeur, way too much,” You spoke your grievance to a deity who didn’t care to listen.

“I am asking you exactly what I think you can do.”

“Then you think too highly of me,” Your tone was meek.

His thumb went down to rub against your irritated bottom lip, “Maybe.” Mikey’s focus went from your lips to your neck. The bruise was clearing up to an ugly yellowish-green. The pain was also subsiding, only truly hurting if you pressed down hard enough. “Is it healed enough to cover it with makeup?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

You take note of the silent command. For your job this weekend, you are to be an untarnished doll, perfect and pristine. No one wants tarnished goods. At that, Mikey jerked himself from you and opened the divider back open. From your angle, Sanzu pivoted his head to catch your attention.

His visage smug, like he anticipated you to be beaten down. Your ire was now directed towards him. If your fear wasn’t so egregious, maybe you would have spat right into his face. You reeled in the thought, such dangerous thinking would get you killed.

“How much longer?” Mikey asked.

Kakucho answered, “We are actually here.”

The car rolled to a stop. Sanzu was the first to get out and opened Mikey’s door for him. He skid against the seat to step out, and you soon followed. Sanzu rested an arm on top of the door, towering over you as you climbed out.

From the front, Kakucho said, “I will park the car and then head up.”

Mikey nodded his head and somehow Kakucho saw it. The scarred man glanced at you, the connection was broken by Sanzu slamming the door. Jumping, you glared at him. He merely shrugged, loving he got a reaction out of you.

“Come,” Mikey beckoned and you obeyed.

Coming to his heel like a dog, he gently clutched your upper arm. The threat was bellowing. Try and run, and you were done for. Sanzu followed close behind, you walked through the front of the hotel. The building was extravagant and lined with glass. The foyer was even more gorgeous. It was rare for you to leave the clubs or the mansion, so when you were blessed with sights like this, you drank it all in.

The hotel was a palette of golds, whites, and reds. Marbled floors clicked under your heeled feet. Smooth and milky, you stepped with more weight to hear the sound more prominently. You knew the motion was childish, but it was your favorite part of fancy places.

Mikey let you have your fun as you approached the front desk. Rocking on your heels, your head pivoted around to take in the high ceilings lined with crystal chandeliers. Sanzu walked in front of Mikey to discuss with the receptionist your business.

She was kind and you wondered if she knew what kind of men were before her. Does she know the hotel was soon to be riddled with gangsters and greedy politicians? Or is she used to this considering how luxurious the hotel was. She must have seen it all. While she talked to Sanzu, her gaze bounced to your neck. Your hand subconsciously covered it like an animal protecting its jugular.

Mikey’s hand slithered from your arm to the small of your back to direct to where the elevator was. The contraption was one made completely of glass. Approaching the elevator, your heart hopped into your throat, you always hated heights. You three filed in and you observed how the other men were soon to follow. Crammed into the corner, Mikey’s hand slipped away. So tiny compared to the men in tailored suits, you swallowed your rapid breathing.

You stared into Rindou’s back to ground yourself. Recoiling at the pinky that brushed your hands, you side-eyed who touched you. Kakucho offered nothing and neither did you. You silently relaxed into the appendage. The motion was a risky one, but all the men were watching the numbers tick up. The red numerals dinged with every floor hit until you were at the penthouse, the tippy top of the already tall building.

When the doors opened up the billowing hallway greeted you all. Parading out, the air got less suffocating as you followed them. Soft carpet was now under your feet and you were saddened by the fact. An intricate pattern was woven into the burgundy thread, lined with gold.

The men all went into their respective rooms to prepare for tonight. There was an hour until the show began. Mikey guided you to the room at the furthest part of the hall. At the end was a table with swirling designs, just as gold and red as the carpet. He took the key card from his pocket and tapped it to the pin pad.

Of course, you would share a room with your brother. The room was as splendid as the rest of the hotel. A canopy bed framed with wine hued, velvet curtains with just as dark bed sheets. Two cushioned, gold trimmed chairs face a small, mahogany round table. To the right was a bathroom along with a dresser the same wood as the table. Curious, you went to the bathroom that was huge. A bathtub that could be mistaken as a hot tub was deep into the floor that was black and light grey marble. To the left of the tub was a sink and a giant, oval mirror lined with a whirling almost cloud-like pattern surrounding it.

From your backside, Mikey’s shoes tapped against the marble, pleasant to your ears. His arms wrapped around you and you offered no resistance.

“Is it to your liking?” His breath tickled your neck, your hair stood up.

“Yes.”

Humming, he rocked you two side to side, “I’m glad. I would give you anything you asked for.”

A sad simper graced your appearance. He would, as long as it was materialistic. Your brother couldn’t give you what you desired most as it meant you would be far, far away from him.

He extracted himself from you and offered a hand. You took it as he led you back to the main part of the suite. All of your belongings were already placed in the room. On the door was your dress for tonight. The gown was a midnight color and floor length with a satin finish. A sweetheart neckline paired with off the shoulder sleeves and slit that came up to your hip, with the amount of skin to be exposed, you were glad the gala was inside the same hotel.

Mikey had a suit that matched your dress, everything down to the tie was all black. Directing to where the gown hung, he began to undress you. Unlike him, in his usually baggy shirt and joggers, you kept up appearances. He shrugged off your coat and threw it on the bed. Bending down, he tapped his knee. Listening, you placed your boot on his leg and your hands on his shoulders to balance. At this point, it’s second nature. Nimble fingers untied the laces and hauled the shoe from your foot. He repeated the action on the other side.

Standing back up, you kept your hands on him. Neither of you said anything. Mikey continued undressing you, unbuttoning your pants until they pooled at your feet. Next was your dress shirt that was a blushing pink. He popped every button with ease and tugged the garment down like he did your coat. From your front, he reached around to unhook your bra with zero struggle. Soon you were left in just your panties, but there was nothing sexual about it.

He went to the door to grab the gown and weeded it from the protective plastic. Back down on his knees, he tapped your bare calf. Taking the hint you stepped in the dress and he jerked it up your body. In tandem, you put your arms into the sleeves when he reached your chest. His hand lingered to drag a finger up the length of your spine. Your back twitched upright. Mikey didn’t tease you anymore and zipped the dress up.

The air was stifling, but you pushed it to the side. He went about his own business to get ready as well. Going into your luggage, you gathered your jewelry and makeup bag. Your feet glided to the bathroom and welcomed the cold of the marble tiles. Walking up to the mirror, you take your color corrector and foundation to hide the bruise. The color reminded you of when you were a kid and you would put a dandelion under your chin to see if you liked butter if the skin bloomed yellow.

The makeup did its job well enough, but you added a lace collar to hide the blemish further. Your hands shook as you clasped it in place. A lot of weight was placed on you tonight and the rest of the gala. You couldn’t mess this up.

A rapping on the hotel door spiked your heart rate up. There was no more pushing it off. Walking out from the bathroom, Mikey and Kakucho were talking. They cease their conversation to see you in your glory. While Mikey’s expression softened, Kakucho was stone cold. He knew what tonight meant and he despised when you worked.

“You ready?” Kakucho asked.

“One moment,” You went back to your luggage to pull a pair of designer heels from a box and slipped them on. They barely added any height, maybe about an inch.

Both men were dressed to the nines. Kakucho forgone a tie and vest to leave his chest on display as usual. You forced your focus to Mikey’s face. He looked good in a suit. Perfectly tailored to his form, you couldn’t even tell how skinny the man had become.

Ready, you followed the men out of the room and back to the hellish elevator. The rest of Bonten was already at the gala hosted in the ballroom and bar of the hotel. Everyone was in their positions, it was time for you to slide against the board to your place. Mikey was playing a game of chess and you were mere pawns to his goal.

Balling and releasing your hand, you stepped into the elevator.

“Y/n,” Mikey called and you turned to him. “What is expected of you?”

Clearing your throat, your relayed the mission, “I am to scope out the governor’s son and entertain him by any means necessary.”

The words hurt to say. This would be the first job since the incident where you were expected to sleep with a client. Mikey picked apart at how you clenched up.

“Don’t let last time become a pattern.”

Jutting out your jaw, you bit out, “Yes, Mikey.”

At your words, the elevator doors parted and you were hit with the buzz of people mingling. You three went your own ways to fulfill the mission. With fervor, you crossed the foyer into the ballroom. There was no bodyguard to check if you were meant to be there. Being in the hotel was more than enough of an indicator of your importance. Needing a drink before you advanced your hunt, you clomped to the bar.

Already in full swing, it was near impossible to flag down a bartender. You huffed in irritation, a pout on your lips.

“No luck?” A voice asked to your right.

You jolted and spun around to see a handsome, older man inclining against the bar, his focus completely on you. He was far older than the other men in Bonten, maybe close to Takeomi’s age, but definitely in his forties. His hair was parted to the side with it pleasantly slicked back and an inky hue. A pair of glasses framed his kind face though something darker lurked in how he smiled.

Slapping your work persona on, you pouted further, “Not at all.”

He laughed at your tone. “Didn’t expect it to be so busy so soon?”

“Can you read my mind?” You playfully teased.

He leaned in closer, already enjoying the game you started. “Don’t need to with how obvious your pout is.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed.

He took the sound in stride, “What drink does the princess want?”

You stuffed down how you wanted to retch at the nickname. Men are so easy. Tapping your lip, you pretend to think, “How about a whiskey sour?”

“Consider it done.”

You were prepared to swallow the second-hand embarrassment when he was going to act more important than he was, but the second he raised his hand a bartender was flocking towards him. Your eyebrows raised at the display.

“What can I get you, Sir?”

“A whiskey sour for the lady and scotch for me, please.”

“Right away.”

He turned back to you, a smug glimmer in his eyes, “Impressive, right?”

“Can’t say it isn't,” You propped your hip against the barstool and pivoted all your attention to him. He was obviously a man of importance, but you wanted him to admit it to you.

“Just the perks of being the guest of honor,” he bragged, but it wasn’t bloated, moreso whimsy.

“Guest of honor?” You teased, suspicious.

“Not too fond of politics I presume.”

“Never really cared for it, no,” You rebounded back at him.

His eyebrow raised, he knew more than he let on and so did you. “You really don’t know who I am?”

You stifled the smirk.

Leaning into your ear, he whispered, “Fukuda Daiki. Ring a bell?”

Bingo.

��Ahh!” You proclaimed, “You’re the governor’s son, no?”

The bartender came back with both your drinks. He grabbed his and slightly raised it in the air to point at himself, “In all my glory.”

“Alright then, Mr. Fukuda, why are you amongst the common folk?”

His free hand waved flippantly, “Please, call me Daiki, Mr. Fukuda is too stuffy.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Daiki,” You called out.

Shining in interest, he seemed oddly pleased, “Well, if you want to know so bad, why don’t we go somewhere more private.”

Taking his lead, you knocked back the rest of your drink and placed your hand in his outstretched one. The crowd parted for him and you caught the eye of Mikey. He clutched his glass, watching as Daiki took you to the more secluded areas of the bar. Further down was a darkened area with velvet booths. Many officials and gangsters conversed about who knows what.

You slid into the seat and he mirrored you on the other side. Surprisingly, he kept a respectable distance. The older man gestured towards the wine in a bucket of ice. You nodded your head. He grabbed the two glasses and began pouring the blood-like liquid into the cups for each of you.

Taking your own, you took a sip and savored the deep flavor. He did the same.

“So what is so secretive that you had to pull me into the shadows?” You questioned over the rim.

He smacked his lips together, before answering, “When your father is as important as mine is, you have to be careful. Let’s just say, I like to dabble in unsavory hobbies. To watch my back, I have to watch other’s.”

The governor’s son’s words were cryptic, but you understood what he was putting down. You knew full well the type of ‘hobbies’ he engaged in, that’s why you were here, in this fancy hotel filled with fancy people.

You crossed your legs and purposely had the tip of your heel glide against his shin. Bending over with your cleavage on display, you quipped, “What kind of unsavory hobbies.”

His eyes bounced to your exposed chest and back to you, “I think you know already.”

A smirk played on your lips as you took another sip of your drink. The warmth was starting to hit you. More hazy than before, you continued your game, “And would you want me to contribute to this hobby?”

His throat bobbed, his head probably already filled with images of you in precarious positions. “Who wouldn’t.”

The sentiment caught you slightly off guard and you instinctively smiled at the compliment. Not many men were so upfront with how much they found you attractive. The words were often crude and straight to the point.

Thinking of an answer, your eyes strayed to the rest of the party. Back to where most of the gaggle was, Takeomi was conversing with Daiki’s father. The old man let out a full belly laugh and clapped a hand onto Takeomi’s shoulder. You could assume his part of the mission was falling into place. Persuade him to elect his son while you entrance the son to favor Bonten, a neat domino effect.

Angling your focus back to the man in front of you, you told him your thoughts. “Not many men are so sweet with their words.”

Daiki laughed, content that he appeased you. He opened his mouth, but was interrupted by his phone ringing. “Hold that thought.”

When he answered the phone, his expression fell and sighed. After telling whoever was on the other line he would be right there and hung up, he placed his phone on the table.

"I must go."

"Oh," You answered sadly, but your heart skipped a beat in fear.

"Will I see you again this weekend?"

"If you are willing."

He got up from his seat and knocked his knuckle against the table, contemplating. "Meet me here again, tomorrow night."

"I look forward to it."

And with that he was gone, fading into the crowd of people. Finally alone with yourself, you slouched into the seat and heavily exhaled. You dropped your face into your hands, careful not to ruin your makeup. Groaning, you goggled your wine glass, contemplating if you should finish it off or not.

Before you could settle on a decision a familiar, obnoxious voice came barrelling towards you. Sanzu with a girl tucked under his arm and Mikey in toe came to disturb your moment of peace. The pink haired man slid in, the girl following him. Mikey went to your other side, trapping you to the booth.

Sanzu slung his arm over your shoulder and wrenched you to him. He was obviously cross faded, his pupils blown out and alcohol tainted his breath.

“So our little star of the show, how did it go?” The implication of did you fuck up again hung in the air.

“Good. He had to leave, but he asked to meet again tomorrow night.”

He bobbed his head enthusiastically, a hum as his answer. You turned to Mikey to see if you gained his approval. He conveyed nothing, staring at Sanzu’s arm around your neck. Prickling, you tried to rip it off you, but Sanzu only culled you closer.

“I think that calls to celebrate.”

He reached over to grab the wine in the middle of the table and offered it to you. You shook your head, trying to pull away. His forearm dug into your larynx, choking you. Putting the cork between his teeth, he ripped it off and spat it out somewhere into the room.

“Come on, Whore, drink.”

Sanzu shoved the bottle into your mouth and tipped it so the wine spilled into your mouth faster than you could swallow. You clawed at his arm and kicked your feet while your eyes clenched closed. The girl, too high to think, started to chant for you to chug.

The liquid spilled from the corners of your mouth and down your neck, staining your dress. You whimpered and squirmed, but you were helpless. Like an animal on its back, you lashed out and rammed your elbow so hard into Sanzu’s stomach, he coughed. Naturally, he removed himself from you and cradled his stomach, keeled over.

“You fucking bitch!”

The sound of you dry heaving drowned out his indignant cries. Mikey did nothing as you pushed past the need to vomit. Bored of you already, Sanzu went back to entertaining the girl. You were a mess.

Tears flowed over and you glared into your lap, sticky and wet. Your brother blew out a puff of air and moved to get out of the booth.

“Let's get you cleaned up.”

Following his lead, you both left Sanzu to his own devices. He was no help now, anyway. Wiping your cheeks in an attempt to save some piece of dignity, you followed him back into the foyer and into the elevator.

The dinging of each floor was monotonous. When you reached your floor, you basically ran back in the room. Mikey opened the door with ease. While you took off your collar, he peeled the blazer off. He must have felt as stuffy as you did with all the layers constricting him.

“Go run a bath, I will join you in a second.”

Never one to disobey his orders, you were happy to take a soak in the affluence tub. Skinning the soaked dress from you, you mourn the garment. You only hoped, you could get the stains out somehow.

Walking over to the knobs, you rotate them both, favoring the hot valve. While the water ran, you took the fancy bottles and poured soap in the mix. As the bath frothed, you stripped your panties off.

The water was at sufficient height so you twisted the knobs to their former state. Your foot reeled back at the heat, but you urged your way in. The bubbly, hot water hugged you and you moaned in relief. You sunk into the deep tub until only your head popped out.

Mikey appeared once again, this time adorned in his undone shirt and pants. Swimming to the edge of the bath, you watched as he shrugged off his shirt. Along with the Bonten tattoo at the nape of his neck, a tiger in a classic yakuza style art spanned the whole length and width of his back. The tattoo was paired with swirling lilies. Even though Mikey had lost weight, his back rippled with muscle.

He shredded his pants and boxers as well. You averted your gaze when his cock came into view. Despite being flaccid, you could tell he was on the bigger side. Swimming to the other side, you gave him enough room to step in. He, too, welcomed the warmth of the bath and sunk down beside you.

Mikey tugged and manhandled you until your back rested against his chest. You slipped down a little and he comfortably rested his chin on top of your head. Chin in the water, you blew at the bubbles that floated near you. Arms wrapped tight around your chest and stomach, you melted further into him. There was nowhere else to go.

“How did the mission really go?”

Whatever serenity you had was zapped from you. You bristled, “I wasn’t lying.”

He hummed in response.

You pulled away from him and endured him head on, a grimace on your visage and pressed, “I’m not lying.”

“I never said you were.”

Kneeling between his legs, he caged you in.

“You’re implying it.”

He turned you back around and went back to hugging you. Mikey exhaled and sagged into your hair.

“Does Sanzu do that often?” He changed the subject.

“Torment me?” You scoffed.

“I suppose.”

Another mass of bubbles drifted by you and you cupped it. Spinning in Mikey’s hold, you placed the bubbles onto his head. He offered a nostalgic smile.

Morphing the tiny air pockets into a cone shape, you answered, “Sanzu hates me and has no qualms making it known.”

“I will speak to him about it.”

Your hands stopped. “Don’t.”

“And why not?”

“Because then he’s just going to do it more, but in secret. You know very well, better than most, how hard it is to reel Sanzu in.”

He gripped your wrists and kissed your knuckles. The same feeling from earlier today drifted back in. It was in rare moments did you find comfort with him. But you weren’t fooled, not by his caring and attentive words. You were no better than a butterfly pinned to a bulletin board.

IMAGO

Tonight was the last night of the gala. A lot of weight was on your shoulders to seal the deal with the governor’s son. The ballroom was bustling and in full swing. All the booths were filled to the brim, the gaggle of designer clothes and pearl necklaces suffocated. This life wasn’t meant to be yours, but here you were, meeting a politician for the third night in a row.

In spite of the circumstances, you liked his company. You knew full well he indulged in flesh and drugs, but he was kind. A kindness rarely offered to you. He knew what you were and you knew what he craved, there was no lingering, unspoken tension.

He enjoyed the game you played, the back and forth. Will he seal the deal or won’t he? A small part of you wondered if Daiki did this to keep your attention. Well, he had it.

Resting your hand on your chin, you smiled at him.

“What?”

You tilted your head, “You know if you closed the deal with Bonten, you could have me whenever you wanted.”

Usually you would beat around the bush more, but you were on a tight schedule and Mikey’s glare burned into your temple. From across the room, up on the balcony, he wasn't subtle with how he stared.

Daiki’s face rose in surprise, “Oh?”

“Mhmm,” you crooned, “not just me, but any girls in the clubs, you could have without having to be sneaky. Bonten is all about secrecy. Nothing you want to be exposed, won’t. You rub our backs, we rub yours.”

He adjusted his glasses, “And where does this all lead to? I could have the same offer from any other gang.”

“But will any other gang secure your place as governor of Kyoto?” You were making a huge gamble giving away Bonten’s hand, but there was nothing else you could say. Your hand was a dud.

“You’re promising a very dangerous thing, Love,” His voice had an edge, both a threat and anticipation. He wanted what you dangled in front of his face, but, he too, didn’t know it was worth the risk.

“I am not promising, I am telling you. You will win this election with Bonten’s help and in return you will solidify Bonten’s safety. We know you run the police force.”

He dropped his head and took his glasses off. Running a hand down his face, he seemed tired. As you went to survey Mikey, your eye caught something else.

A jolt sent your body into overdrive. Though his hair was longer, you couldn’t miss the black and yellow strands. The colors swirled and plagued your dreams for years. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. The smile, the tattoos, and the audible clunk of metal against bone.

Quite frankly, you had been in a haze for years but seeing Hanma’s visage woke you up. It all came crashing into you: why you were here, who was the source of this. And why your darling older sister was dead and you paid the price for it.

To the others far up in the balcony, they wouldn’t recognize him. His hair was no longer short and covered most of his visage. Hanma’s hands were tucked into his pockets as he glided through the crowd. You did a double take. It couldn’t be him, you refused to believe it.

Dread filled your stomach and the wine wasn’t helping. Glancing back up at the balcony, Mikey was gone. You were on your own.

“You alright?” Daiki’s voice reeled you from your stupor.

Regarding him, you were angry. Angry that you had to sell yourself to secure safety for a gang who offered you nothing. You looked back to see Hanma’s figure round the corner, away from the bustle. Sure, you were terrified, but you needed to know.

“I’m sorry,” Was all you said as you whisked yourself away from the booth.

He called for you, but you breezed past him. With Mikey no longer watching, the leash was slacked. You shoved past the people, not caring about their spitting complaints. For once in your life, you clawed and tore towards what you wanted. Your vision tunneled onto his form. Everything was tight and the air thinned, either from the bodies pressed into you or the anxiety.

Like a caterpillar popping out of a cocoon, you were spat out from the horde. The hallway was barely away from the party with the sounds of laughing present in your ears. You walked further down until you were a different part of the hotel. It was hardly secluded, anyone could walk in, but it was far enough no one would notice you were gone.

There, reclined against the wall was the very man responsible for your torment. Sure, Kisaki was the one who commanded the hit, but Hanma was the executioner. Nothing really changed about him besides he visibly looked drained. He said nothing while he leered at you.

“Why?” Your voice tumbled out weaker than you intended.

“Why what?” He dared to say.

You stomped right up to him and screeched, “Why! Why, why, why, why?” Each word was emphasized with a hit to his torso.

Hanma did nothing to stop you and peered down from over his nose with zero empathy. You were breaking, both you and him knew it.

“After all these years, you dared to show your face after what you and Kisaki did. Do you understand what I had to go through because Mikey was terrified of you and Kisaki would come for me, too? Where is he anyway, hiding under your skirts like the coward he is?”

Hanma tilted his head in confusion, “Kisaki’s dead. Had been for almost a decade. Mikey was there when he died.”

You stumbled back. You shook your head, “No, no, no. You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie about my own best friend being dead? That’s too cruel, even for me.”

A laugh pierced your chest. You doubled over and clutched your stomach as more giggles poured out. All this time, he was lying to you. There was never a boogey man in the shadows waiting to gobble you up.

Catching your breath, you asked between cackles, “And why are you here, just to torment me? Haven’t you done enough?”

Hanma’s face twitched, “No, I’m here for another reason. Us meeting is purely a coincidence.”

A part of you didn’t want to believe him. Everything you had been told for years had been a lie. Rapid footsteps came from the other hall, sending Hanma into motion. You didn’t even watch as he disappeared, not even caring when rough hands spun you around.

“What the fuck did you do?” Kakucho seethed.

You could only laugh as tears painted your appearance, your perfect makeup ruined. “How long?”

“What?”

“How long did you know that Kisaki was dead,” You spat out the last word.

Kakucho’s nose scrunched, “How-?”

“How do I know? Because Hanma fucking Shuji just told me. He was just here!”

You started to spiral again and Kakucho shook you, trying to get you to snap out of it. “That doesn’t matter. Do you understand how much you fucked up? Mikey is pissed!”

At the sound of your brother’s name, you hiccupped. It was all happening too fast, it was too much. “I’m s-sorry.”

Kakucho beckoned you into his embrace. His thick arms squeezed you tight to his chest as if he could protect you in his rib cage. Heaven knew how much he wanted to save you from Mikey. He was just as terrified for you since Mikey was on a warpath. Half of him wanted to advocate for you, but if he did, then he would expose you both.

But, the click of a gun being cocked back went straight through his body. He sagged against you, knowing the jig was up and so did you. From over Kakucho’s shoulder was your brother, a pistol greeted you.

Separating from Kakucho, you both confronted him dead on. Nothing in him wavered as he kept the gun pointed at you. Your knees buckled and you almost pissed yourself with his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.

“Not even going to try and explain yourself?”

Like a kicked dog, you only whimpered out a pathetic, “No.”

“You know Sanzu told me to watch out for Kakucho,” your head sprung up at that, betrayed that he tattled anyway. You should have known better, “But I really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. Now look at what you made me do.”

He flicked his wrist over to Kakucho instead of you. “Wait!” You screeched as you put yourself in front of Kakucho. “Don’t do this.”

“And why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t I teach a cheating, lying whore like you a lesson?”

You bit your tongue not to froth that he had been the one lying to you the whole time.

“You need Kakucho! Don’t let this cloud the fact you need him to keep Bonten at the top.” He kept the gun raised and you started to get frantic. “Manjiro-nii, please!”

Silver metal stared you down. Mikey growled before uncocking the gun and shoving it into the back of his pants. Stomping towards you, he snagged your arm and ripped you from Kakucho. You dared not glance back at him. Mikey was volatile as is.

“We will just discipline you in a different way then.”

Your hand was going numb, losing circulation with how tight he cuffed you. As you both turned the corner, he whipped his head back to Kakucho and barked, “We aren’t done here.”

Kakucho nodded his head solemnly, accepting his fate. Departing away from him, you stared straight ahead. You refused to let your possible last moment with Kakucho with him so defeated.

Mikey walked you both into the throes of the gala. You squirmed, embarrassed you were being tugged along like a misbehaving child. Some people watched in curiosity of the woman with streaky makeup passing by, others were too indulged in their drinks.

“Let me go,” You begged.

“Quiet.”

You clamped your mouth shut. As you crossed the room, you passed by Sanzu. His snickers rang in your ear. Seething, you attempted to turn and bark at him, but Mikey snuffed your chance. He moved his hand to clamp on your nape, forcing your head down.

“Manjiro,” You said, your neck creaked from the motion.

His fingernails bit into the flesh, “Didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth shut.”

Cutting across through the foyer, you nodded your head as you went to the elevator. The elevators yawned to let you in and luckily you two were alone. It's not like anyone would come to help you.

Mikey’s palm was a hot iron. The numbers ticked up and you were restricted to stare at the floor. You couldn’t even see the expression he was making, for better or for worse. When the elevator stretched to accommodate you two, Mikey shoved you out. His heels clicked against the marble, but this time it brought no satisfaction.

Ripping the hotel door open, he threw you so hard you stumbled over your heels and fell. Your hip and elbow took the brunt of the fall. Like a worshiper at the feet of their god, you gazed up at Mikey. If only you knew how pretty the lighting made you.

“Stay here and don’t fucking move. I have to now clean up the mess you created. I have been too lenient with you and I guess Kakucho, too.”

“Don’t hurt him!” You cried as you crawled to hug his leg, “Please.”

His eyes were an inky apathy. He kicked you off him, “You aren’t in the place to make such demands.”

Coughing, you curled into a ball at the hit to your vulnerable stomach. Leaving you to rot, he slammed the door closed. There was a strange beep and a rock slipped into your stomach. Scrambling to stretch yourself up, you raced to the hotel door. You rattled the knob and were met with resistance. Why you were surprised he found a way to child-lock the door is beyond you.

“Manjiro! Manjiro, open the door!” You screamed and pounded on the door. Even going to the extent to slam your shoulder against it, but by now he was long gone. You were trapped.

You marched away from the slab of wood and began to pace. Pulling at your strands, you heaved a primal screech. The world was falling out from under you. Collapsing on the bed and hanging your head in your hands, nothing made sense. Well, it made perfect sense. Mikey had been lying to you for years and same with Kakucho. The latter broke more than the former.

And now, because of you, Kakucho was going to be slaughtered. You flew too close to the sun and he was the one being burned.

Kisaki hadn’t been a threat for a decade, Hanma said. So when Mikey swiped you from your life, it was all fallacies to entrap you in his ever growing web. Walking to the window, you tried to wipe away his sticky residue.

You knew it was pointless to try and escape. Peering out the glass, it was a long way down with no way of surviving the jump. For a brief moment you contemplated doing it anyway. A darker, more vengeful part of you wanted to do it out of pure spite for Mikey pushing you over the edge. Though, no matter what, you couldn’t do that to him. The aftermath would be atomic.

With nothing else to do, you went back to the bed and sank into the sheets. Your leg shook the frame from your anxiety. You felt like you were being sent to the gallows and you might as well be.

Hours later a familiar beeping bellowed in the vacant cage. Springing up, Mikey walked through the door, more haggard than before. Your eyes flew all over his frame to sniff out a spot of blood. You sagged your shoulders when you found nothing.

Besides that, you didn’t move an inch. You kept your eyes on him like a nervous dog. No words were exchanged as he strolled over to the bed. At the elevated height difference, you craned your neck to hold his gaze. His eyes were the same empty void. He gripped your chin to demand contact.

Mikey’s thumb trailed down the basically healed bruise, a soft yellow visible. He dug the appendage into your jugular until you instinctively flinched back. Your hands shot up to grab his wrist. This only angered him further and he shook your face.

Whimpering, you scrunched your nose from the pain.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He fumed, bending down at the waist to bump his nose to yours.

“You’re hurting me!”

He only tightened his grip, “Good. I had to clean up your mess, again.” “You wouldn’t have to if you didn’t force me into this life.”

“Oh boo hoo, how awful of me to protect you.”

You slapped his wrist and kicked into his thigh, “You weren’t protecting me at all! You’re sick and only want me for yourself.”

Mikey twisted your arm and shoved you into the bed with your face smushed into the sheets. “Maybe so.”

He pulled you up until your back was against his chest. Clamping his hand against your nape once more, he directed you to the door.

“W-where are we going?”

“I said I was going to punish you, didn’t I?”

You did not like the implications of his words, at all. In no time you were back at the gala. The crowd hadn’t thinned out, laughter polluted the air. Mikey took you to a different direction than the booths, and up the stairs to the balcony. Watching over the masses, the twisting, golden railing was more a cage than anything.

He guided you further down the hall until you hit an archway with an unassuming door. At the frame was Sanzu waiting for you both. Your heart dropped into your stomach, to be eaten by the acid. His smile was wolfish and hungry. Today was the day Sanzu had been anticipating for God knows how long.

More lamb than human, you shrunk back, terrified of what laid await in the den. Sanzu twisted the door open with apparent giddiness. The room was similar to the hotel rooms, but obviously for private lounging rather than a sleeping area. Velvet sofas similar to the booths crowded around a coffee table.

On one sofa were the Haitani Brothers with Kakucho between. The couch was wide enough for all of them to manspread. Rindou had a bored expression, resting his chin against his fist with his elbow on the arm of the couch. Ran was the more giddy of the two, like a kid on Christmas. And Kakucho, your sweet Kakucho, was so crushed. A black eye swelled his scarred eye shut. At least it wasn’t his seeing one.

Sanzu basically skipped to the chair by the couch. Cozying up into the velvet, he placed his hands on his lap, shoulders shuddering in delight. “Let’s get this started.”

“Shut the fuck up, Sanzu,” Mikey ordered.

Said man, brought you to the couch across from where the other man sat. Sanzu closed his mouth, but wasn’t offended in the slightest. Of course, he wouldn’t, he was too far up Mikey’s ass.

Mikey sat down while he brought you between his thighs, facing him. He ran his hand up and down your waist. Whatever was going on, you weren’t liking it.

“Undress.”

Silence filled the room. Your jaw dropped, agape and in awe.

“What?”

His hand dug into the meat of your hips, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Mikey’s word was law. Already shaking in fear, you brought your hand to the zipper in the back and slid it down while staring him down. He matched your glower. The dress fell limp and flowed until it pooled at your feet.

Knowing that you facing him gave you the confidence to strip, your brother spun you around. This was supposed to be a punishment and he wanted you to bathe in every bit of humiliation.

Arrayed in just your bra and panties, you were tempted to cover yourself up. The other men tore into you with their famished eyes. Sanzu was especially elated. He never relished in anything more than your ignominy. Behind you, Mikey unhooked your bra. He tugged it off roughly and you almost stumbled at the jab.

You would think after years of undressing for countless people, embarrassment would have left your system, but your cheeks steamed. Ran adjusted himself in his seat. Out of the men in the room, only the Haitani Brothers haven’t seen you naked. Not wanting to dip in their own supply or whatever other degrading language they used. At the end of the day, you were merely trade to them.

Rindou indicated the most disinterested out of them all. His eyes drooped down in boredom. Despite that, those purple irises trailed up and down your form. Kakucho was downright miserable. His face was twisted in a mix of anger and shame.

Mikey then shedded your last bit of armor. He was just as rough with ripping off your panties. You wanted to curl in on yourself. The sound of Mikey wrenching off his tie had you perk up. What is he doing?

Your arms were strained behind you, forced to sit parallel to each other. He wrapped the black tie around your forearms multiple times until they were almost fully covered and finished it off with a tight tie. You wiggled your wrists, scared. “What are you doing?” You tried to spin around but Mikey didn’t allow it.

He manhandled you into his lap. “Quiet.”

You squirmed more, “No! Stop it.”

He swung one leg over your thighs to keep you still. None of the men moved to help either you or Mikey. They were there to enjoy the show. Mikey unbuckled his belt and ripped it from the belt loops. He growled when it got caught at the last hoop. Tears built up at the thought of him using it on you, so you struggled more.

“Relax.”

His words were no help. He raised the belt and you just about screamed, but he looped the belt around your throat. Mikey was surprisingly gentle when he thread the leather through the metal and tugged until it was firm against your neck. He spun his hand around the belt, like a leash.

“Good dog,” He praised with no emotion.

Mikey fixed you properly on his lap so your ass perked up. With his free hand, he rubbed up and down your bottom. You rested your forehead on the couch. A scream ripped through you followed by a sob when his palm slapped into the fat of your ass. The sound was muffled by the furniture and Mikey wasn’t having it.

Yanking the belt, he pressed your head to face the men.

"Now you want to act all shy? Not too long ago you were whoring yourself out to my men," His tone conveyed the anger he kept at bay.

Your eyes met Kakucho before you looked down in shame. He slapped you again and a sob broke out.

“He barely started and you already look this pathetic?” Sanzu teased vindictively.

You gritted your teeth when Mikey hit harder and to keep from falling for Sanzu’s bait. He was right, your brother barely commenced and you were in agony.

“How long?” Mikey asked.

Dropping your head, you were perplexed, “What?”

“How long,” He heeded Kakucho, “were you two going behind my back.”

“Ten months,” Kakucho answered for you and you collapsed further.

Mikey dug his nails into the meat of your thigh. It stung and you tried to have him release you. Anger bubbled over and he smacked your thigh so hard the air left your lungs.

“Ten months, you were fucking my Number Three without my knowledge. I ought to fucking murder you both, but I decided to be merciful,” He looked directly at you, “say thank you.”

“Thank you,” He dug his nails further, “T-thank you, Manjiro-nii.”

Ran laughed at that, “Wow, you are sick.”

Mikey ignored Ran, too focused on you. “I think ten strikes would make it sink in. Count or else I will start from the beginning.”

You trembled, not once has Mikey ever gotten violent with you. He wasn’t kind by any means, but he wasn’t one for physical punishments.

His hand striked where his nails culled blood from your skin and you screamed, he wasn’t holding back. “Count, I won’t remind you again.”

“O-one! I’m sorry.”

He cooed, “I liked the apology, add that onto it.”

Clenching your restrained hands into balls, you prepared for the next hit. Muscles strung too tight like a bow. Drawing it out, Mikey waited until your tendons grew tired of being strained did he slap you. His palm hit your ass this time.

“Two, I’m sorry!”

He rubbed out the heat radiating from your bottom, but it only irritated it more. Against your stomach, his bulge poked you. Your squirming was giving him some sort of relief. Your sobs sparked his chest to heave, short of breath.

Pushing the thought away, he went back to your punishment. He striked your right cheek in the same place twice and you kicked your feet.

“Three, Four, I’m sorry.”

Snot poured from your nose and into the couch. The world started to blur from the pain. You weren’t even half way through it and you don’t know if you can handle anymore. Mikey hit your left cheek this time, more towards your back than your thighs.

“Five, I’m sorry,” You whimpered.

Your brother dragged the makeshift leash so you faced him. His gaze inhaled your broken expression. Makeup, tears and snot was smeared all over your visage. To him, you never looked so beautiful.

“Such a good dog for me.”

Those words only made it worse. Out of your peripheral, Mikey’s hand raised and hit the middle of your ass, irritating both already smarting cheeks.

“S-six, I’m sorry!”

He tugged the belt again and you scanned at the other men. Sanzu was cupping his hardened cock and Ran was no better. He rubbed the heel of his palm into his crotch through his dress pants. Rindou was now leaned over, elbows on his knees. Kakucho has his fists in his lap. He looked about ready to spring up and pull you from Mikey’s lap. But the matching bulge in his pants gave away, in a sick way, he was enjoying the display.

You screeched when Mikey spanked you with no warning. Your head fell back down and you groaned, feet curled in.

“Numb—” Mikey started, but you cut him off.

“Seven, seven! I’m sorry, please don’t start over, I can’t,” You groveled.

“Don’t let it happen again,” Instilling the lesson, he spanked you with fervor.

Crying, a headache forming, you sobbed, “Eight, I’m sorry.”

You were so close to being done, but the knowledge only made it worse. Mikey was in a cruel mood and he was going to drag this out until he was satisfied. He pinched the fat of your ass, humming when you yelped. He trailed his focus down to between your legs. Deft fingers dipped into where your cunt was. To your misfortune, wetness built up from his actions.

“Are you seriously wet from this?” He mocked.

“S-stop it.”

Mikey shoved two fingers into your hole, your butt raised up in shock. “Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying this.”

Your syrupy cunt sucked him in as he scissored his fingers. He watched in fascination as your hole gaped slightly for him. Twisting the appendages, he was sure to brush against your g-spot, but offered no real stimulation. You canted your hips up more, begging for something, anything.

He ripped his fingers from you and slapped his hand down so hard, it licked your tailbone. Screaming, you kicked your feet at the ache shooting up your spine.

“Nine, I’m sorry!”

Mikey wasn’t going to be merciful. The same fingers coated in your slick brushed over your tailbone and slotted between the cleft of your ass. Your thighs clenched in fear. He momentarily dropped the leash to pry your leg open. Nails digging into the meat, you shuttered when his fingers stroked your untouched back hole. He did nothing more than press into the puffy ring.

“Fuck,” A voice grunted at the other side of the room. It sounded like Ran, but you weren’t positive.

Mikey didn’t dip in and moved his attention back to your cunt. “For another day,” He promised.

Scooping more of your slick from you, he drifted to your clit and swirled. He plucked moans from you and had your body melt into putty. His hands played with you to his own contentment. Pleasure shot up into your stomach, warming it. Mikey knew exactly how to have you fall into his hands. As you thawed into his thighs, stomach heavy on his hardened cock, he striked for the last time.

His palm hit hard against your already smarting flesh and your ears rang for a brief moment.

“Ten, I’m sorry,” The words were pathetic.

Finally done with your punishment, you sobbed more freely. Being taken over his knee like a child was too much for your brain to process. He worked you through it, stroking your upper back to soothe you.

Mikey adjusted you so you sat sideways on his lap. The rough texture of his pants dug into your burning bottom. His hand cradled the back of your head while you curled into his neck. Your brother shushed you and rocked you back and forth.

When you were more calm, he sighed into your ear, “We aren’t done yet.”

You shot straight up and gawked at him, eyes wide in fear. He grabbed the back of the collar and gripped to keep you in place. Your panicked eyes bounced to the other men in the room. They were all at the edge of their seats, like a movie finally hit its climax. As Mikey unzipped his pants, Kakucho exhibited he was about ready to leap, but Rindou placed an arm against the back of the sofa, tethering him.

“W-what’s going on?”

Mikey lifted his hips up a little, you still on his thigh and yanked down his pants and boxers. His cock sprang from its confines. Mikey wasn’t the biggest, but his length wasn’t anything to scoff at. A little longer than five inches and girthy. You were petrified, not once have you seen his dick fully. He was always the one giving you pleasure, with an unspoken promise never to touch you like that.

You didn’t like the implications of him exposing himself. Slouching further down the couch, Mikey grabbed your waist and sat you back on his thighs, facing the other men. They all knew something you didn’t. Grabbing the belt, he brought you down to rest all your weight on him. He didn’t so much grunt.

He splayed a hand on your back and pushed you down a little, giving him a full view of your pussy. Taking his cock in his hand, he guided it to your hole. You tried to scramble away, but he tugged the leash so hard, you collapsed completely on him.

“Manjiro-nii, please! Don’t do this, you-you promised,” You begged to deafened ears.

Sanzu moaned lightly at your distress. Back firmly to his chest, Mikey pushed further into you, cockhead catching the ring of muscles. Your walls spasmed as he forced you further down to take all of him. You cried as your pussy stretched to accommodate his size.

“How the fuck are you so tight,” Mikey grunted.

He had one hand on your hip using it as leverage to push you down. Moaning, you twitched when he bottomed out inside you. Your hips flushed to his. Mikey basked in finally being inside you. He dreamed of this day.

“God, what a whore,” Rindou said. His voice was breathy with a laugh at the end.

“Yeah,” His brother replied, “look at how wet she is from her brother fucking her. We should record it and sell it. I bet we would make a lot of money.”

You felt like an object more than usual. Mikey did nothing to stop their taunts, if anything, he welcomed it. Hand wrapped around the leather, he kept you tied to him. Your walls spasmed around him and Mikey couldn’t take it any longer. The hand on your hip moved to coil around your waist, hugging you.

Secured, he thrusted his hips up, bullying his cock further up. You screeched when he banged against your cervix. The pain had you clenching tighter around him. Taking that as motivation, he pistoned his hips into you over and over.

Your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder. Eyes slipping closed, Mikey tugged the belt, digging into your larynx. Your bound hands spasmed as he choked you.

“Look at them.”

Lips tingling from the lack of oxygen, you followed his orders. The men were in varying states. Sanzu gathered his cock from his trousers and was stroking himself to the rhythm of Mikey’s thrusts. Both the brothers were still clothed, but were rubbing themselves through their pants. Kakucho was seething in his seat. His cock was hard. How could you blame him, when your pretty moans blessed his ears. But he knew you didn’t want this.

“They are like slobbering puppies,” He spoke into your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive neck, “Whimpering and howling for what’s mine.”

At the last word, he bit the shell of your ear.

“Manjiro-nii…”

His thrusts were becoming too much. He tilted his hips again to repeatedly bump into the spongy spot deep inside you. A loud moan ruptured from your chest and he groaned at the sound. Basking in the unwanted pleasure, your eyes hazed over and began to slip closed.

The bit of leather into your almost healed throat had your lid shoot up.

“Eyes. Open,” Mikey ordered, puncturing your cunt with each word.

You wiggled, and gripped the front of his shirt, your bound hands unable to do anything else. Black creeped in your vision as he didn’t let up.

“You’re killing her!” Kakucho cried.

It was hard to process his words as Mikey only pulled harder.

Sanzu laughed, “Stop being dramatic.”

If Mikey didn’t stop, you were going to pass out. A strangled noise broiled up as your toes curled. Just as the room faded did Mikey let up on his grip. A cough escaped you as you tried to hunch forward to catch your breath. Your brother rooted you back to his chest. Instinctively, your body constricted, ready for more pain.

Your cunt tightened up in response. Mikey almost whimpered at how much you were squeezing him. He wasn’t going to last. Reaching down, the hand around your waist brushed against your puffy, neglected clit.

Yelping, you shied away from his touch. Mikey chased you to rub circles into the bundle of nerves. Wanting, no—he needed you to reach your end with him. The other men quickened their pace as well.

Mikey wrenched the belt back again to cut off your air supply. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but didn’t have any less power to them. Pinching your clit until you sobbed out, he rammed himself as far as he could go. Your cunt spasmed around his cock as you came.

The world faded into black and white, mouth agape to moan and to beg for air. Mikey bit down on your shoulder as he came right behind you. His cum was hot and claimed your walls. He gave some weak thrusts, gently guiding you both through the rest of your orgasm.

Slumping against him did he finally release his hold on the belt. You doubled over as you coughed and sputtered to gain your breath. Drool dripped down from your bottom lip.

Mikey tugged you into his embrace this time by your shoulders but you screamed in fear, terrified of being strangled again. Your eyes searched frantically all over the room, trying to process what happened.

“Get out,” Mikey snapped at the other men.

Knowing their play time was done, they leisurely walked out of the room. Kakucho tried to linger, but Ran pushed him along. For you or for Kakucho, no one knows.

When the door was firmly closed, Mikey lifted you up from his cock. You cringed as his cooling cum drooled out from your winking cunt. He softly placed you to the side of him. Swiftly he untied his tie from your forearms and set you free. You brought your arms back to your front and rolled your wrists in hopes to ease the tingling. Next was the belt. You cowered away when his fingers brushed against you.

Mikey exhaled as he unlooped the belt and freed you from your physical leash. He steered you until your head rested on his lap. When you weren’t paying attention, he shoved his cock back into his pants.

“I will never forgive you for this,” You muttered.

“I should be the one saying that.”

Your fist balled up once more, “I hate you. I hate you so fucking much.”

Mikey simply petted your hair as you cried. You were always fragile like butterfly wings. One brush of his finger and you would never fly again. Despite this, he clutched onto you like a careless child. If it meant breaking your very being in the process, then he would do what he must. Though as he watched you twitch and wither, a part of him regretted ripping off your pretty wings.

MORTEM

Days had passed since the gala and you hadn’t left your room. When he brought you back to the hotel room, you were silent. And you stayed silent through the whole trip home. You felt violated and dirty. Now matter how much you scrubbed in the shower, Mikey’s touch wouldn’t leave you.

In a twisted sense, this was your wakeup call. You couldn’t handle much more or else you would shatter. Your brother left you alone for the most part. While you inverted in on yourself, he watched sadly but did nothing.

Routinely, Mikey would come to your room and knock knowing you would not answer. Even with the key he had, he dared not unlock your door. He has pushed his boundaries as is. If anything, he was more distraught out of the both of you.

Laying in your giant bed, you didn’t let your depressed state rot you away. No, you were done being under Mikey’s thumb. Knowing that Kisaki was long since dead and Hanma had little interest in you, the danger was in your home all along. Nothing held you back anymore from starting anew.

You had been back in the manor for about four days now and every night, you snuck out of your room to steal money. You kept it small, but enough to buy you a train and airplane ticket, far away from Japan. As a child, you always loved the countryside and you longed to go somewhere similar to the roaring mountains. Combined with the tips you had stowed away from the club, for a moment just like this, you would be fine until you found a job.

Stealing the money was easy, it was breaking into Mikey’s office to obtain all your documents and passport that had you on edge the most. Last night, you stole the last bit of what you needed, knowing it would be easier to notice missing than a couple hundred dollars. Luckily, Mikey had slipped off to bed and wasn’t slumped over in his chair. Thank whatever deity was listening that all your papers were in his office and not somewhere else. If you had to forge them, you had no idea what you would do with all the men breathing down your neck.

Over the course of you being home, you hadn’t seen or heard of Kakucho once. Your heart broke. But what broke your heart more was that Mikey never really cared for you. You were a possession, an almost perfect sized puzzle piece to fill the gap Emma had left.

Night had fallen, moonlight poured from the window. You waited for Mikey’s knock. Right on time there was a rapping on your door. Tears broke out as you bit into your hand as he shouted your name. His voice was so sad. In another lifetime, maybe you could have been normal siblings and maybe you two could have been close and maybe Emma could still be alive and none of this would have happened.

He sighed and his shadow moved away from the door under the crack at the bottom. You counted and counted until you were in the thousands. Silence and the bellowing winds greeted you. You hopped up from your bed, tearing the sheets from your form.

Crawling under your bed, you grabbed the backpack and toiled it with you. Placing it on your bed, you zipped it open to make sure all you needed was still there. You had your money, documents, and a few spare clothes shoved in there. A water bottle and a few protein bars were in the front pocket, in case.

Softly, you opened your closet and uprooted a thick winter jacket and snow boots. A flurry of snowflakes raged outside. You shoved a hat on top of your head and wrapped a scarf around your neck. Your hand lingered on your throat, the bruise finally gone despite the irritation added from Mikey’s belt. Suddenly short of breath, you shook the thoughts away.

Pulling your hood up, you swung the backpack high on your shoulders. Your feet carried you to the window and you pushed it up. The panes got caught a couple times from the chill. You stared down at the ground below you. Your bedroom was only on the second floor, but if you weren’t careful, you could break your foot. It was also not under anyone else’s bedroom, thankfully.

Vertigo hit you from staring at the snowy ground.

“Fuck it.”

Steeling your resolve, you swung your legs outside the window and ducked your head. Your bottom and hands were the only thing tethering you to the ledge. Sucking an inhale, you jumped.

Swallowing a scream as air whipped in your ears. In seconds, you land on the ground with an *oof*, the snow breaking your fall. Not wasting time, you scurried away from the floor and raced away from the compound. The snow slowed you down and gave away the direction you went. Once you hit the road it was easier to run.

You dared not loop back to the manor and picked up the pace. The subway station was only a half hour walk but you weren’t taking any chances. Booted feet slapped against concrete. Snow crunched under your weight and the cold stung your cheeks. There were a few cars that drove past you, but paid you no mind. They also had places to be.

You couldn’t tell if it was the cold or the fear of being caught, yet a chill went down your spine. Cutting the estimated time in half, the train station was in view. Out of breath, you slowed your pace to a brisk walk. No one was waiting for the train. It made sense since it was the last train of the night.

Gripping the backpack, you reached the empty, open train stop. As you shuffled towards the awning, you heard the clicking of the safety being switched off.

You freezed at the familiar sound.

“Don’t make this difficult, Y/n,” Mikey said from behind you

Scared to confront him, you stay silent and scout when the train will arrive, five minutes. You can buy time. You can be smart about this.

“I’m leaving.”

He cocked the gun, “No you’re not. You’re going to come back with me.”

Still refusing to turn around, you muttered, “Let me go, Mikey.”

He walked closer, snow crackling beneath him. He brought the barrel to the back of your head.

“We both know I can’t do that.”

“Why?” Three more minutes.

“You know why,” he said it like it's so simple. That it's so simple why he entangled you with him when he clearly hated you so deeply.

“No I don’t!” You whipped around, the barrel now to your forehead. It was no longer you talking, but a seven year old you crying why her older brother doesn’t love her.

She speaks through you, “You hated me since we were little. You always favored Emma over me and acted like my presence was a nuisance. I know it should have been me and not her, but it's not fair! It’s not fair that I have to be punished for simply being your sister!”

He gripped you and tugged you to him with the gun now at your temple. “I never hated you, not once! You aren’t a replacement for Emma, I never saw you like that. I loved you since the day I met you but it was so much different than what I have for our other siblings. It was wrong, but I had to have you.”

“You’re sick,” You seethed. This whole time he tormented you for his own twisted desires. He tarnished you with his own sullied hands. He ripped you apart, your fragile butterfly wings crumbling at his fumbling actions.

“I don’t care what you think I am as long as you stay with me,” He clutched your face with an open palm and the heel of his hand that still held the loaded gun.

You tried to pry his hands away as the honking of the train alerts you both of its soon arrival.

“Get off me! Let me go, I hate you.”

Desperate, he kissed you, pouring into you all the love he begged to give but you didn’t want it. Not after what he did.

You pushed against his chest, “You lied to me about Kisaki, yet you punished me for lying. You’re the real liar.”

“I had to! If I didn’t, you would never come back to me.”

“I was never yours to keep.”

“You went to fuck Kakucho in the middle of an important deal!” He was grasping at straws.

“No I didn’t! If you listened instead of going off the handle, you would know I saw Hanma. How do you think I found out Kisaki was dead?”

Mikey’s brows pinched, knowing he was in the wrong, but refused to admit it. The train came barrelling in, tousling both of your hair. It came to a slow crawl, Mikey was out of time.

“You’re mine.”

He bent down as if to kiss you again and you punched him so hard his head whipped to the side. Pushing him off you, you hightailed to the opened doors.

“Don't make me shoot you!” He cried.

Ignore his words, you raced to the gaping door. A scream erupted when a bullet hit your shoulder. The sound was muffled by the blood pumping in your ears. You stumbled on your feet but you clutched the bleeding arm. Going sideways, you barreled into the closing train doors. As they closed, you rested your forehead against the glass.

You jumped when Mikey slammed onto the glass, his face thunderous and filled with ill intent. He was already on the phone with someone. You could only guess who.

Smirking at him, relishing in your small victory, you raised a bloody hand and flipped him off.

He hit the door with the butt of the gun, barely making a dent. The train kicked into motion and you waved goodbye at him as he merely glared, watching you fly away from him.

You take a seat still clutching your bleeding arm. At this point you were surely going to pass out from either the shock or blood loss, but a smile stayed on your face. Mikey was going to have all of Japan locked down by the time you reach the end of the line, but you savored your small moment of peace.

Come morning, you were going to be slung back at the beginning. But you have done this cycle before and you were going to do it again and again until either you or Mikey break.

#yandere mikey #yandere mikey x reader #yandere manjiro sano #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyorev #yandere manjiro x reader #yandere x reader #yandere

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seijorhi · 2 years ago

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SHAKE

Choso x female reader

a Valentine’s Day Collab

tw: murder, blood, dismemberment, stalking, yandere themes

The message from your friend said you’d be wearing a red dress. Choso counts four women, all wearing varying shades of red, three of those being dresses. Fitting, he supposes, considering this human holiday of yours.

Ultimately, the descriptor is unnecessary. Choso could pick your face in any crowd.

You glance up at his arrival, that expression – that hesitant, hopeful smile – searing its way through him. It falters, slightly, when you get a good look at him, and your lips part. “Oh– Sorry, I’m waiting for someone and I thought you were–”

He cuts you off by speaking your name, a short smile of his own to put you at ease. You’re not quick enough to completely mask the confusion that flashes across your face, but to your credit, you do try.

“Ah, you must be Jin, right? Sorry, I– my friend said you’d be–”

“Choso,” he corrects.

“P-pardon?”

He pulls out the seat across from yours. Sits. “My name is Choso. It’s good to meet you, I’ve been looking forward to this for a while.”

You blink at him, the words clearly taking a moment or two to process. He doesn’t blame you for the hesitance, for your confusion – no doubt his name, his appearance, the cursed nature of his spirit that’ll never truly feel right to you, it all goes against the image you’ve created in your head, perhaps even what your friend told you to expect.

But Choso’s come to know you better than you know yourself. Those gears tick over behind your eyes, your mouth opening and closing, you flounder for words and then–

“You’re… my blind date? Mikako said…” you swallow, shaking the thought free. “I must’ve gotten mixed up, I’m sorry.”

Choso’s lips quirk upwards. That’s four times now you’ve apologised.

“You look beautiful.”

Your smile warms a touch with the compliment, and Choso treasures the sight. “Thank you. So, um… you work with Mikako? In accounts?”

“Mm.”

The waiter comes by with a wine list, and the menu’s already set – Choso pays it no mind. He cares no more about the food than he does the odd looks from the couples seated around you.

Which, judging from the slightly forced nature of your expression, cannot be said for you.

“So um, Choso,” you draw out the syllables of his name, “tell me about yourself. Mikako mentioned that you’re into photography?”

Photography, huh? No. His ‘hobbies’ as such are not so mundane, and definitely not dinner time conversation.

He could tell you about his desire to slaughter the sorcerer who delighted in toying with his human mother and tried to manipulate him into killing his younger brother. He could tell you about his cursed techniques, and the blood mark that extends across the bridge of his nose – the one you’re trying valiantly not to look at – and what it does.

Choso could tell you that aside from the world of curses and jujutsu sorcerers, he spends his time consumed by thoughts of you, and with every moment he can spare, he keeps you safe, watching, following from a distance. It’s how he knew of this date of yours, where you were meeting, what you’d be wearing. Who you were supposed to be meeting with.

He could tell you what he did to the man, this… Jin. How dispatching him quickly was a mercy, yet Choso couldn’t quite bring himself to make it painless.

“Please– please! Whatever you want– you can take my wallet, you-you want my watch? Take it, it’s yours!”

He’s shaking, clumsy fingers fumbling for the gold strap as Choso advances. The blood that oozes from the self inflicted wound glides through the air, spinning into razor-sharp discs that circle his hand.

“Please, what do you want?!” the man begs, the front of his pants darkening, pissing himself in fear.

Choso could make this clean. He could make it quick. The grudge he holds with the human is not a personal one – he’s simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

… Interested in dating the wrong woman.

Choso’s resolve hardens.

The first blood chakram severs his right arm.

The second rips through his thigh. He’ll bleed out before any help can come.

A third forms around his fingers. He keeps it there for a heartbeat, listening as the man chokes and gurgles, the pitiful whimpering as blood drains from his body.

Choso sends it slicing through the man’s throat.

He could tell you these things, but he doubts you’d appreciate them. Instead, he shrugs, “I’d rather hear about you.”

“Oh, there’s not really much to tell, I’m kind of boring,” you laugh.

Choso begs to disagree.

Despite that, he lets you talk, tell him things about you he already knows. The wine comes, and then entrees. You eat and carry the conversation, more out of discomfort, he thinks, than any genuine desire to share.

That’s okay, he’ll take what he can get. With you, Choso wants to be greedy.

And then your purse vibrates.

You wait a few minutes, thinking you’re being subtle and shoot him an apologetic smile as you slip it from the back of your seat and onto your arm, “Bathroom,” you say.

But it’s when you return, your fragile, human heart racing like a hummingbird’s, and that strained smile is altogether gone that he knows this little game of his is up.

“I’m sorry, my uh… there’s an issue with my apartment, I’ve– I’ve got to go, but it was nice meeting you, really.”

You truly are a terrible liar.

His hand snaps out to seize your wrist before you can so much as turn.

“You should stay,” he tells you, exerting just a fraction of his considerable strength when you attempt to tug it free. Your eyes go wide, an instinctual sort of fear taking hold as cursed energy all but bleeds from his person.

Blind to it you may be, it poisons the air around you.

“We aren’t finished with our date yet.”

#yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere choso #yandere choso x reader

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vemuabhi · 1 year ago

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Accidentally in love?

Annyong Haseyo!! I have participated in another collab #dwtdcollab hosted by @nagumoan I hope you like this fic.

Pairing : Kaeya x Reader

Word count : 2.5K

Warnings : Yandere ; Modern AU ; House break

Summary : You always loved Kaeya one sided, but one accident had felt like changed him. But now you cannot let your feelings not be heard.

“What happened?”, you shook the shoulder of your friend Diluc as he sat heartbroken on the chair outside the Emergency ward.

“He didn’t speak a word since Kaeya was admitted in the hospital”, Eula adjusted her glasses as she looked at the door of the room Kaeya was in. What had happened? Just yesterday you had met those brothers and talked about your lives after college. Diluc and Kaeya were your college friends. After college, you couldn’t find friends like them no matter wherever you went. The two handsome men were your friends and that made some classmates be jealous of you, when you yourself didn’t knew how they both became so close to you too.

The two of them met you near a party, when you noticed the tan man, away from everyone else two blocks away from the party throwing up. The ginger was looking out of breath, even though he still looked breathtaking with that high pony. You pointed him towards the blue and even helped Diluc carry him towards his car. That’s how you three met. The next day in class, Kaeya recognised you and practically dragged you to Diluc. Ever since you three have been inseparable. After College, sometimes you three caught up and talked serious thing about the future and to silly nothings like how Diluc let himself go just because he changed his hairstyle from a high pony to now a low one.

Now you sat next to the ginger and gently pulled him towards you, letting him rest on your shoulder. Just yesterday you and Diluc were talking shit to Kaeya right to his face about how he got drunk recently and ended up sleeping on the branch of a tree, who knew it was even possible.

After what seemed like an hour, Diluc held your shirt, still laying on your shoulder. His eyes glistened with tears welling up in them. “Will he… wake up?”, he spoke sending chills down your spines. Of course, even if the brothers fought more than most of the siblings, for Diluc, Kaeya was one of his only few friends he could rely on and trust.

“He will. Trust me, he is one of the most stubborn person I’ve met in my life”, Eula smiled at Diluc as she patted his head.

Seeing Diluc in such a miserable state was the first time for you. You remember the times when Kaeya spoke with you how Diluc was for almost a year after his father passed. He mentioned how he was broken and just dedicated the complete year to studies. While Kaeya, he had his regrets. That was the year he actually got addicted to alcohol. Both the brothers had fought always during that time but, stayed by each other’s side when needed the most.

After 20 minutes Eula left and you and Diluc were the only people remaining near the hospital ward. You tried to stay strong for Diluc, who was now sobbing softly onto your shoulder the moment Eula left. It was as if he was trying to hold back his tears until he could stay alone, or with you being the exception. You rubbed his back soothingly trying to calm him.

After exhausting himself from crying, he fell asleep on your lap. While your hands laced his red locks. Diluc was strong, stronger than you and Kaeya in most of the aspects. He was responsible, calm, composed and knows how to invest thoughts and time usefully. But just like how he was so strong, it took just one hit on his weakness to make him crumble and fall apart. You prayed to the gods above to make Kaeya live.

You really loved Diluc, he was your best friend, but… Kaeya. He was… no, he had been your crush since the day you laid your eyes on him. You spoke to no one regarding your feelings for him to anyone. You wondered when Diluc was actually your type, Kaeya was the one who had your heart captured. He was careless, prioritised drinking more than any of his partners, but he valued his friends very much. Now as Diluc was sleeping, now your tears streamed down your cheeks.

Kaeya, The one boy in class, who was extremely popular for his looks and charm. He looked ethereal to you. He was the type of guy, to fuck and forget. ‘The Drinks before Dates’, he used to say before he bailed on one of his dates for alcohol. But his voice could make anyone get an eargasm. His style was always on point. His grades were just as amazing because he could remember things so well. Even if he showed up hungover, he could remember the classes well. You couldn’t get your racing heart to calm down every time you looked at him. He charmed you every time you were with him.

Diluc was your safe space, because whenever Diluc was around, your emotions stayed intact. But you did feel calm with Diluc more. He was the type who stayed quiet, which made some people uncomfortable but, you could understand that, it was just who he was. ‘Only if people could give him some more time’, you used to think about Diluc while he sincerely read the book before him in the library. He was so your type and he even was handsome, but… your heart fluttered for Kaeya.

“I love him”

“I know”

Your teary eyes widened when you heard the voice of Diluc. He wasn’t looking at you as his hand continued to rest on his eyes.

“Make sure to tell him when he wakes up”, he grunted as he woke up from your lap.

“Okay, I’ll tell him”, your tears continued to roll down your face again. Diluc wiped your tears with his thumb and said, “He’ll live, I’m sure”. That was all you needed to hear from Diluc. You smiled and nodded.

XOXOXOXOXXOXO

By the blessings of the Gods, he lived and the first chance you got, you expressed your feelings for him. He was shocked as to never notice those feelings of yours. He agreed to go out with you making him to mention that you were his girlfriend. That was a very happy moment for you but.. you couldn’t help but feel a bit weird? Was it because of how your friend was now your boyfriend or was it because of how… he seemed, different. The glow in his eyes shifted. It… made him seem… unapproachable at times to you. His friends came to meet him and wish for his recovery. No one seemed to notice the difference. Was it… all in your head? Was he okay? Was he… still the same Kaeya?

‘Did… Diluc notice it?’, you looked at him and he had the same blank expression while he sat next to Kaeya, as his friends greeted him. The smile on Kaeya’s face still dangled on his lips. As he was making jokes with his friends, his gaze met yours making him to flash you the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. ‘Whatever, he is still the Kaeya that I liked. Maybe I’m thinking way too much.’ You removed those thoughts and smiled back at him.

“That was the moment I lost my conscious as I looked at my bike almost crushed beside me.”

“That is really painful to even imagine”, Diluc nodded as you said it.

“Still alive, doing just fine”, he said as he got a cramp in his fracture making him lean back on the pillow.

“Ok, okay we get it. You are strong. Can you care for resting a bit”, you said while helping him to adjust his posture.

“Idiot”, Diluc scoffed while Kaeya Laughed.

As days passed Kaeya seemed to smile and gleam more and more whenever he was talking to you. It felt like he was really starting to like you.

“How come did I not notice you before”, he took your hand in his making Diluc uncomfortable and leave the hospital room. “I’ll take you on your best date once I am okay to leave the hospital”.

Kaeya was the epitome of adoration to you now. You just couldn’t help but meet him every day after work because he was bored most of the time being alone in the hospital. Sometimes you got him pretty flowers like him and sometimes fruits. Kaeya wasn’t much of a reader but, he started to read and even complete reading the books you got him. He was… actually making an effort. He would learn your interests and talk to you about them. Making the conversations last even longer.

After what felt like months, though it had been only 10 days he got out of the hospital. Even though he wasn’t healed he insisted on taking you for your date that he had promised. But you refused and instead suggested watching a movie in his house while Diluc went for his Job. Which you did implement.

Kaeya already prepared few movies to choose from as now he knew what type of movies you liked. Ordered food and placed it on the table. It was so precious how he was still having one of his arms in cast and was using a walking stick to maintain his balance, wore comfortable navy-blue shirt which was way too big on him, but still, he prepared all this. All of it for his date with you. ‘Was he always like this?’, you thought as both cuddled on his couch as the movie kept playing.

After the date, while you were leaving, he got sad and tugged on your shirt in an attempt to ask you to stay. You couldn’t leave him like that so you did what was best for that moment. You tiptoed as your hands pulled him down, you placed a kiss on his cheek. It was brief but it was enough to make his cheeks to turn into the shade of red that you have never ever seen. His visible eye widened and you could see that his pupil diluted.

“Bye”, you said and walked backwards while you faced him. His fingers touched his cheek as his other hand waved you.

‘Fuck that was damn adorable’, you thought as you left.

That night, you couldn’t sleep properly. The blue was all you could think of. Then you heard your phone chime. It was him.

“You not sleeping yet?”

Your lips formed a smile as you typed back.

“No, still not asleep. I will regret not sleeping tomorrow morning, when I have to go for work”.

“haha , Should I wake you up?”

“It would help”.

“Okay, get your beauty sleep my princess”.

With that you placed your phone aside while smiling to yourself. Little did you know, that he was also feeling the same. If mentioned correctly. Your feelings wouldn’t even compare to the “affection” he had for you.

If he was your friend like before, he would’ve suggested to close your curtains before going to bed, but now he was happy that you didn’t close the curtains. He wasn’t afraid of any creeps trying to look at you. If he found any, he could just end them there itself. So, no threat to you now. He was protecting you. He thought as he leaned back on the wall while he used the support of the stick he needed for balance. ‘Should get better as soon as possible’, he thought as he rubbed his injured hand. ‘At least for Y/N’s sake’. His good hand again reached for the binoculus hanging on his chest. Positioning the view to again look at your sleeping form from the window.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

That healing took about 6 to 7 weeks, but Kaeya didn’t complain to you because you would regularly help him and take him to the doctors when needed. That way, your love was visible to him. “Even I want to take care of you”, he placed his hand on your cheek, “I will get better soon”.

“Good! That’s the sprit Kae”, you said as you placed your hand on his. He leaned in to kiss your cheek.

Kaeya got Clingy as soon as he got better. You weren’t complaining as you also were an overthinker. So being clingy was way better than making you feel miserable, in which your ex’s scored a perfect score.

“You are in cab now?”, you hummed in response. “Send me your location”.

You smiled because none of your previous relationships ‘cared’ for you like Kaeya did. Little did you know, he made sure that your location was always being shared with him without you knowing. This way he could know where you were and could rescue you quickly.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

The first time you and Kaeya actually went on a date ended with him being on your bed, while his hands ran through your hair as you made out. Strange how he didn’t even ask you regarding the confusing light switches. ‘Maybe he was just that clever’, you reassured yourself as you deepened the kiss. You straddling him while he was still trying to hold you was the last straw for his composure.

Man with one swift move changed the positions. Now you were underneath him. His kisses travelled from your jaw to your collar bone, while his hands worked their way to undress you. Sex with him was even better than you could ever imagine. His voice was enough to make you turned on but his moans and grunts were just, irresistible.

“You are mine, Y/N and I am yours”, was what he said as he held you in his arms.

“So you are falling in love with me?”, your question made him to chuckle.

“Ah, sorry for not letting you know earlier. I thought it was made clear that I love you”, his words made your heart to skip a beat. Of course you didn’t knew all the times he confessed his feelings to you as you were sleeping while he conveyed his emotions.

“I have fallen in love with you my dear”

“I… I also love you”, your cheeks flushed red and you buried your face in his chest making him laugh.

“So, Y/N, who is this guy named Childe?”

“Ah, he’s my colleague, Why do you wanna know about him Kae-”, you tried to look at him but he again pulled you back into his chest making you giggle.

“Just making sure my love is okay and not being involved with dangerous people”, he pinched your cheek as you looked up at him.

“Hehe, its fine Kae, Childe is a nice guy. He is very outgoing person and friendly like you. No reasons to be worried”.

“Yeah, if you say so my dear”

Yeah, It wasn’t okay for Kaeya... He will definitely take things in his hands. Maybe he should just get a job in your company, so then you can be with him all the time. If keeping the relationship, a secret in office was required, he could do that. As keeping you safe was the first priority to him.

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kakujis · 2 years ago

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tokyo revengers;

nsfw = ♡, sfw = ❀ , dark content = ☽

multi:

if i could just get my hands on you♡☽ - bonten!mikey, kokonoi, kakucho, sanzu

love bites♡ - baji, chifuyu, mikey

prince headcanons ❀- rin & ran haitani, sano brothers, kakucho

do you love me? ❀ - mikey, baji, yuzuha.

do you love me? 2 ❀ - kakucho, kazutora. izana.

do you love me? 3 ❀ - hanma, ran, rindou.

do you love me? 4 ❀ - draken, mitsuya, chifuyu.

he’s so mean! ♡ - kakucho, baji, chifuyu

slippin’ on my red dress, puttin on my makeup♡︎ - kokonoi + inui x reader

promise ring series - bajitrio

baji keisuke:

sweet like cinnamon; ♡☽ - yandere!baji dc collab

reminiscin’ ♡

happy birthday, keisuke! ❀

in the dead of night. ❀

kakucho:

stay with me? ♡☽ - pt 2 to "if i could just get my hands on you" - rewriting.

dancer!reader - ♡︎

kazutora hanemiya:

stream mod!kazutora ♡ -wip

chifuyu matsuno:

secret nympho reader - ♡

sticking up for shy!reader - ❀

haitani ran:

frat!boy series

haitani rindou:

model!reader ♡ -wip

prince au angst

hanma shuji:

frat!boy series

izana kurokawa:

teach me! ♡ - prince au

prince au angst

manjiro sano (mikey):

ghost in the machine ♡ - bonten!mikey - rewriting.

ryusei sato:

future ryusei! - ❀

shinichiro sano:

prince au angst

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needy!bf wakasa - ♡

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2-dsimp · 9 months ago

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Yandere Bros Collab judas with a Y/n who accepts his feelings and denies Dexter?

Cw: Suggestive themes

POV: you accepted Judas’s confession over Dexter!

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nyxdelanuit · 4 years ago

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We All Fall From Heaven

Hello my little constellations! @mammonrights and I are bringing you a fun little treat! We’re collabing on We All Fall From Heaven, a Yandere House of Lamentation series c: That being said, please be aware of the tags, and enjoy! I also will not be adding my usual tag list to this due to the themes involved, so please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters!

WARNINGS: YANDERE THEMES, DUBCON/NONCON, Abusive/Obsessive Relationships, Branding/Marking, Choking and of course, SMUT ABOUND~ Please be sure to mind the tags <3

You belatedly thought you should have been more nervous being an exchange student in the Devildom, but it was hard to be when everyone was so welcoming. It was a little disorienting, suddenly being thrust into a different place with several big, attractive people waiting for you. But Diavolo welcomed you with open arms.

You weren't even the first, apparently there had been a regular human exchange student before you. She had even come back for a second year before finding her happy ending with an angel. Simeon, they called him, and though you thought you saw anger on the faces of your hosts, it was quickly brushed off as they explained what the next year would look like for you.

You were welcomed into their home warmly by all except Mammon. He had huffed off after Lucifer told him your room arrangements weren't up for negotiation, which you hadn't quite understood. You were in awe of your room, comfy and full of lush vegetation. One of the other brothers- Levi, if you remembered correctly- laughed and said he was still hung up on the normie that was here before you. None of the other brothers seemed too concerned about it, so you let the issue drop and focused on enjoying your time here.

The first few weeks passed quickly, especially with all the brothers eager to spend time with you. Asmo was quick to talk you into weekly at-home spa dates, Beel took you out to all of his favorite restaurants, Mammon eventually warmed up to you and roped you into his schemes- which rarely worked but were too fun to turn down, Levi was quick to drag you down the rabbit holes of Devildom anime and games, Satan offered a quiet space for reading and someone to study with, and Lucifer… while he was more aloof than the other brothers, he still took time out of his schedule to enjoy downtime with you. There was one, though, that was glued to your side from day one.

Belphie. He hung off your arm everywhere you went, and if it was anyone else, you'd be concerned at how easily he convinced you to start taking naps with him. But he was the Avatar of Sloth, and he curled up next to you so sweetly, who wouldn't want to lay next to him after seeing him sleep so peacefully? He always made sure you had pleasant dreams and woke up feeling rested. So you let him hang off you as you walked the halls of RAD and the house, and you weren't even surprised when you awoke to Belphie cuddled up to your side in your bed. He had told you he slept better when he was next to someone anyways.

It was one of the few times that you weren't used to prop Belphie up as you walked home from RAD. He had gone home early to nap, but the other brothers were called to an emergency student council meeting. You were sent home with the instruction to wake Belphie and send him to the meeting, and you were a bit uneasy with the idea of waking Belphie on your own. You had heard the stories…

You found him in the attic, one of the nap spots he had shown you after you had grown close. It was probably the third or fourth place you had checked, and all the stairs paired with the long day had made you a bit tired. Seeing Belphie all curled up on the bed made you want to lay next to him, but Lucifer’s wrath was more pressing.

“Belphie-boo, you gotta get up.” You crawled up next to him and shook his shoulder lightly. He wasn’t even stirring from his sleep, so you took the chance to run your fingers through his hair. He always liked that when he was awake, so maybe he would wake in a better mood this way. His hair was silky under your touch, and you noticed one bleary eye open to you. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Lucifer sent me to tell you there’s a student council meeting you need to get to.” This seemed to wake him up. You weren’t sure why, as you had seen him sleep through the meetings multiple times.

"So, you're saying you came home by yourself?" Belphie sat up and clutched at the hand that was in his hair. You nodded, a bit nervous at the glint in his eyes. Your nerves only worsened as he began chuckling, pushing you down to the plush of the mattress. "You silly human, coming home all alone to wake a demon." He crawled over you as he spoke, caging you in.

"The last one left us for an angel. We used to be angels, too, you know? But we weren't good enough for her to stay. You won't leave us, though, will you?" You froze, uncertain of how to respond. You loved it here, you really did, but you had family to return to.

“I won’t let you anyways. Especially now that I’ve got you alone.” His hand played with the tie of your uniform, slowly pulling it undone. The buttons unhooked under his deft fingers, revealing your bare collarbone to him. “I messed up bad with the last one. I was locked in here for so long, and I didn’t have long enough to convince them to stay. I won’t make the same mistake twice.” His head dipped to your neck, laying a delicate kiss to the sensitive skin.

“Belphie, I-” Your hands tried to push at his chest, but he easily caught them in his hands, transferring the one wrist to the other hand, pinning you to the bed.

"Don't be so coy now, you've let me into your bed so easily up til now. What's going a little bit further?" You could feel his grin on your shoulder as he chuckled. The warmth of his breath on your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and you tried to fight the heat collecting in your stomach. "I've seen the way you look at all of us. Just stay with me and Beel, we'll treat you like a princess. Most of the time, at least." His free hand took to your shirt again, unbuttoning faster than you thought the Avatar of Sloth could move. You struggled in earnest when you were exposed to his gaze, dark and wanting. Part of you knew, knew that he was right and that you had no hope of fighting against a demon.

With one hand, Belphie had stripped you of all clothes save for your underwear. His fingers traced the pattern of your bra absentmindedly as he leaned back to look at you. "You look so cute like this, shaking underneath me." Before you could retort, his mouth was on yours. His kiss was lazy, more aligned with the Belphie you knew instead of the demon atop you. You were so comforted by this that you hadn't fought him when his tongue softly traced the seam of your lips, exploring your taste like ambrosia.

While you were distracted by his leisurely kissing, his hands roamed your body, sneaking under the hem of your panties. You couldn’t help the pathetic whine as he carefully ran a finger through your slick. “Who are you fighting, little human? Everyone but you seems to know you want this. Even your body knows. Just give in.” It was hard to refute him when his fingers started plunging into you at an unforgiving pace. His hands seemed to be working at a different wavelength, as his sleepy kisses were still being peppered over your neck and face.

Tears pricked at your eyes, your head unable to reconcile the Belphie you knew with the one currently pistoning his fingers in and out of your heat. You barely even struggled as Belphie ripped your bra from your chest, your panties following soon after. "You know what's funny? We all had pacts with her, and she still left. You won't, though, I won't let you leave. You'll learn to love me. Then we can live together: you, me, and Beel." Energy seemed to course through him as he rushed out of his clothes. The most you could do was rise on shaking arms while he undressed, but the tell-tale sound of Belphie morphing into his demon form told you that you'd never even reach the door.

"You belong to me now." He loomed over your body, bare chest pressed to your back as your shuddering arms threatened to collapse underneath you. A gasp passed through your lips as his dick slid through your dripping slit and pressed in without warning. The breath was pushed from your lungs as he thrust in, your arms finally giving out as you landed face-first in the tangle of blankets. Belphie only pushed you down further, spreading your legs out to allow him to thrust deeper into your heat. You scrambled to get breath into your lungs before he bucked into you again, all the air leaving you with a keening cry.

"You're so cute when you struggle, you know that, right?" He cooed above you, dragging a hand through your hair much too gently for how he ravaged you. His head dropped to the back of your neck as he sped up, and you were vaguely grateful that he at least made sure you were prepped beforehand. Your hands tugged at the blanket, bunching it under your hips and unwillingly propping yourself up to meet his thrusts. With the angle you had inadvertently placed yourself at, Belphie's cock was relentlessly dragging at your sweet spot. He lifted his head to lick a line up the curve of your shoulder. "You sound so sweet, screaming for me, little human. Better than any lullaby. I promise you'll love me. The last human may have gotten my pact, but you're going to be special. You're going to get my mark." His hand drifted from the painful grip on your hips to delicately wrap around your throat. "Should I put it here? My brothers might get jealous if they see it." His manic giggle reverberated through your skin as he pressed his lips to your shoulder. His pace was relentless, desperate as he whined against you. You let out a choked sob at the thought of his brothers seeing his mark on you, which only seemed to rile Belphie up. "No, I want it to be somewhere secret. Just for you and me. And Beel, I can share when I want to." His hand slowly trailed down your body, absentmindedly groping at your breast before following the curve of your hip down.

His fingers dipped to your swelling cunt, swiping over your clit a few times until you started squirming against his hold. "Such a good little human, such a good little pet." He cooed in your ear, the loving tone in his voice a chilling contrast from the snap of his hips against your ass. His hand finally ceased their journey on the top of your thigh. "I'm going to lay my head on your lap every night and know that my mark is right there." The glee in his voice sent a chill through your veins before fire flooded your body. His hand burned against your thigh, a pure red hot agony. You clenched against his length, pulling a lewd moan from him. "Oh, such a good girl, take it. Take my mark, take everything. You're never leaving me now."

You were so thankful that the pain receded that you didn’t fight the crest of pleasure you rode on after. Belphie groaned, his sweaty forehead braced against your back as he flooded your pussy with his essence. His cum stained your insides, dripping down past where you were joined.

Belphie fell back onto the bed, an exhausted sigh filling the air. He pulled you to lay next to him, and you sought the solace of his familiar touch. You hid your face in his shoulder as he spoke soft affirmations in your hair.

"Hush, the worst part is over. You're mine now, and me and Beel will take such good care of you." The kiss on your crown was too soft, too loving, too much like the Belphie you thought you knew. His hands drew shapes against your bare back, and you hated that it calmed you down. You should be running, you should be looking for one of his brothers to help. But Belphie had been your closest friend here… Who's to say their reaction would be any better.

Belphie gently extracted you from his hold before gathering his clothes and slipping back into them without a care in the world. “I have to go to this meeting before Lucifer punishes us both.” Even after all Belphie had done, the threat of Lucifer’s punishment still made you scared. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He moved to hold you to his chest, laying a soft kiss to your lips, like a lover would.

As Belphie’s hand traced the delicate lines of the sigil inked into your thigh, you finally realized. For the first time, you truly understood you were surrounded by demons. You hadn’t known what you were signed up for.

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kurosukii · 3 years ago

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pairing: miya atsumu, miya osamu x f!reader

summary: there’s a fuzzy feeling in your stomach when they choose you to taste the new onigiri flavor for the restaurant, but little did you know...

genre: smut, mafia au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, yandere themes, somnophilia, drugging (they give you an aphrodisiac), dacryphilia, bastard and sleazy miya twins, objectification, multiple orgasms, threesome (no brother action), slight bondage, corruption, praise, degradation, pussy slaps, spanking, hair-pulling, fingering, nipple play, spitting, oral (f and m receiving), face-fucking, facial, squirting, double penetration, anal, creampie

word count: 4.7k

author's note: for @iwas-baby crime and punishment collab! thanks for letting me join! pls i was heating up while writing this . (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

no beta we fall like heroes <33

[12:14 PM]

the background laughter and conversations amidst the soft music playing through the speakers are probably some of the things you loved about onigiri miya.

the food is amazing, the atmosphere is calming (despite the occasional group of rowdy youths that grab a bite) and because it’s a family-owned restaurant, everyone is so friendly, even towards newcomers like you.

of course, it doesn’t hurt that the owner is a sight for sore eyes. grey-haired with brown roots, coupled with even darker grey eyes and a muscled frame hidden underneath his black long-sleeved uniform—it’s no wonder that you and the rest keep coming back.

he introduced himself to you as miya osamu, accompanied with a crooked smile that had you weak in the knees.

“may i interest you with one of our specials? it’s on the house,” he had said, causing you to gasp and fumble with your hands, frantically replying “no! um, it’s alright, i’ll pay!”

osamu just laughed and shushed you, not minding your shocked expression. he insisted, and you would have argued with him further had he not winked at you slyly.

you’re a sucker for guys like him and it’s proven with the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered like crazy.

since then, you’d been forgoing your packed bentos in favor of visiting your new favorite restaurant every lunch break. your cheeks burned in embarrassment when you realized that you just have a tiny crush on the handsome owner.

it went on like that for weeks, skirting around each other, sending flirty smiles and gazes, cracking jokes, and sharing little anecdotes of your life in the hopes that the other would finally make a move.

it’s your routine with osamu until it got disrupted when you finally met his brother and their...who was it? old friend?

osamu never really gave much away from his private life. he was very tight-lipped about it, but you guessed that he was just really a private person.

maybe if you had prodded further, things would’ve turned out differently.

“sweetheart! right on time, want ya to meet my scrub of a brother and uh, our very dear friend.”

it’s the first thing you hear when you open the doors into the restaurant, and your eyebrow quirks in confusion when you realize that it’s empty. funny, you didn’t see any ‘closed’ sign on the glass doors...

the pet name didn't go unnoticed, however, it never does, and osamu loves it when your cheeks flame in response to his teasing.

your attention is taken by his brother—you learned that his name is atsumu—when he bristles and frowns at osamu’s insult, immediately punching him in the arm.

“oi ‘samu! why’re ya calling me a scrub in front of the pretty lady?!”

you duck your head at his compliment, giggling at their brotherly antics when their quiet friend makes his presence known.

his hair is like osamu’s, but a couple of shades lighter and he regards you with a small smile as he raises his head in approval. you notice a dark shape protruding from his neck, is that a tattoo?

“kita, at your service,” the shorter man says, bowing his head in greeting as he keeps his clasped hands behind his back.

atsumu interrupts kita by taking your hand in his much larger and calloused one and drops a kiss on your knuckles. he’s definitely the more shameless twin.

it’s uncanny how he and osamu share the same face; the only way you can tell them apart is by their eyes and hair—atsumu’s eyes are warmer, more on the chocolate side and his hair is ash blonde and brown at the roots.

“ya already know my name, pretty,” he winks, smirking when an embarrassed expression crosses your face.

“stop harassing her, tsumu!” osamu scowls, pulling you from atsumu, cause your back to crash against his warm and firm chest.

kita watches the spectacle with thinly veiled amusement before clearing his throat and making the twins stand up straight.

somehow during their bickering, the twins sandwiched you, leaving a small amount of space in between that has your blood racing with how close and warm they feel.

“before i was so rudely interrupted by my brother, i was gonna ask if ya don’t mind tastin’ this new flavor me and kita came up with?”

osamu says in his deep voice, his large hands resting on your hips as his thumb draws slow circles on your covered skin.

“m-me? to what do i owe the pleasure?” you ask, clearly shocked at osamu’s statement. you totally miss the way atsumu’s eyes flash when you say pleasure.

“you’re a beloved patron of onigiri miya, so we want to run it by you first. besides, osamu values your opinion.”

kita finishes, and while your brain deduces that this is probably the reason the restaurant went under an impromptu closing, you feel someone discreetly sniffing your hair. you don’t have time to question it because the loud blonde pipes in.

“i value your opinion too! i know we just met but i can see why samu’s so smitten with ya,” atsumu reveals, and his brother quickly swears and punches him in the chest.

your heart swells at the idea that maybe your affections are returned; the other miya is quickly growing on you too, he’s different from his brother but it’s a good kind of different.

kita watches from the sides, silently appraising osamu’s—and by connection, atsumu’s—newest toy. you’re a pretty little thing, it’s no wonder that osamu has been so taken with you—so taken that he’s been neglecting his other duties.

such as testing the new party drugs their clan has been brewing at the basement of their compound.

like the dynamic of most twins, atsumu quickly catches on to his brother’s newest obsession; it’s why he couldn’t waste the opportunity of seeing you in the flesh and he definitely likes what he sees, you’re such a cute girl.

like osamu, he’s already had multiple fantasies of you ever since his brother showed him a picture of you sleeping. your pretty face would look so nice moaning in ecstasy and your luscious lips would look divine wrapped around his thick cock.

atsumu guesses that maybe you might need a bit of an enhancer so to speak, something to encourage you to let him and his brother have their way with you.

their lucky stars must be shining down on them because kita needs a dry run of the product, and it just so happens that the drug amplify the user’s sex drive.

so why not kill two birds with one stone?

“c’mon, i hear samu’s new onigiri flavor tastes amazing,” atsumu says, chuckling to himself as if he knows something you don’t.

osamu plants a small kiss on the crown of your head, shocking you and making you squeak. but he just smiles at you, grey eyes twinkling with mischief as he guides you by the arm towards the kitchen of his restaurant.

you miss the way he nods to kita as the older man nods back, placing his hands in his pockets before he strides towards the doors and into a waiting black car by the sidewalk.

“...she’s so fuckin’ wet, samu.”

“‘course she is. our pretty baby is a fuckin’ whore for us, ain’t she?”

their voices are a bit muffled, but you can definitely make out what they’re saying, as opposed to when you were streaming in and out of consciousness previously.

but this time, you’re finally torn from your fitful sleep because your body feels like it’s being kissed by fire.

you try to wipe your eyes to clear out the fogginess and stray tears but quickly discover that you can’t even move your hands.

“look at her buckin’ her hips against your mouth while she’s half conscious.”

that’s osamu’s voice, isn’t it? and what is he—?

“f-fuck!” you shriek, your chest heaving when you feel someone suckle your puffy clit harshly into their mouth. your body is slick with sweat, clinging to the soft and silken sheets beneath you.

you find out that the person responsible is atsumu, and the said miya is between your trembling legs, blonde hair in disarray as his tongue licks and sucks on your aching clit.

atsumu catches your eye and winks, lifting his head to blow you a kiss before returning to the task at hand. (more like at mouth.)

“finally, you’re awake, sleepyhead. didn’t expect that the drug would knock you out like that,” osamu says, more to himself than you as he sits on his haunches.

he palms your breast and his fingers give a quick pinch to your nipple, causing you to moan and buck your hips against his brother’s face. atsumu groans at your movement, and the vibrations send a shiver down your spine.

“w-what did you do to me, o-osamu?” you question him with tears in your eyes. the tears are from the pain of how hot and tingly your body feels, rather than the absolutely fucked up situation you’re slowly starting to realize you’re in.

you wail when you feel atsumu’s tongue bury inside of you, and your eyes roll back from the sheer pleasure of it all. your thighs threaten to close around the blonde’s head but his strength overpowers you.

his arms wrap around your thigh, preventing you from suffocating him as he bobs his head in a fashion that has your pussy gushing even more, causing you to gasp and moan his name brokenly.

was this the work of the drug? the fire you’re feeling in your veins and belly?

osamu tuts, displeased by how his twin brother is monopolizing your attention. he holds your chin with one hand so you can face him, while the other slowly strokes his leaking cock.

your eyes widen at his size, but you can’t help but become even more aroused at the length and girth that osamu’s carrying. it even looks more enticing when you realize that his entire left arm, as well as his shoulder, is covered with a myriad of tattoos that are all intertwined.

just who the hell are these people?

“kita-san wanted us to test out the new product. he’ll be damn well pleased to know it’s working.”

“p-product? what the hell—”

“shh, pretty girl. that’s enough talkin’. won’t you let me fuck your mouth, hmm?” osamu cuts you off by slipping his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your tongue as you struggle in your bonds.

your struggle is futile, the twins know it—you know it.

because with the way atsumu is practically making out with your pussy and combined with osamu’s saccharine words, your resolve is slowly crumbling.

it doesn’t help that the drug is finally showing its desired effects. the aphrodisiac in the onigiri osamu fed you is spreading through your bloodstream and increasing your sex drive, making you hornier and needier than you would normally be.

osamu knows it as well. a smirk graces his handsome face when he sees the pupils in your eyes practically disappear. you’re a hot mess; loud and needy whines erupt from your mouth, muffled by his thumb.

your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your breathing picking up as your hips move on their own accord. you’re riding his brother’s face and atsumu groans, slapping your thighs to show his approval.

“tsumu’s happily eatin’ your cunt, won’t you suck my cock? please?” osamu pleads, his grey eyes feigning hurt at your ignorance of his problem.

you nod vigorously as you whimper. you want, no, you need more. you need to be filled.

“open up, baby,” osamu orders as he removes his thumb, groaning when he sees a string of spit connecting his finger to your mouth. you whine when he guides his cock to you, smearing his pre-cum as he taps the tip of his cock on your cheek.

you squeak when atsumu’s teeth graze your clit, then moan long and hard when he soothes the little bite with his tongue, sucking the bud into his mouth. osamu seizes the opportunity and deftly slips his cock between your lips, and you can’t help but whine when his girth stretches your lips to the point where it aches.

osamu shivers when the vibrations from your moan go straight to his cock. he barely gives you a few moments to prepare yourself before his fingers tug at your hair and shoves his entire length in your mouth.

your squeal gets muffled, gagging as tears spring into your eyes at the sudden intrusion. but you find it so arousing that your mouth is being used as a cocksleeve. your arms struggle against the silk cloth tied around your wrists but not because you want to push the twins away.

rather, you want to run your shaking hand down osamu’s abs, and through atsumu’s soft blonde strands. you just want to touch them like how they’re touching you.

osamu moans when his cock reaches the back of your throat, his other arm holding the headboard as he pulls his hips back to thrust into your mouth. his grip on your hair tightens as he controls the movements of your head, his lips parting as he watches the tears mix with the drool that’s seeping from your mouth.

you’re making an even bigger mess of his cock and you can’t control your cries of pleasure either—though it’s all garbled—because atsumu pushes your legs up to your chest, holding your thighs as the folds of your pussy squeeze together.

from what you can gather through the mess of limbs and your blurry vision, atsumu’s right arm is moving rapidly with his hand wrapped around his cock as he jerks off with a speed equal to osamu’s thrusts in your mouth.

another notable thing about his arm is that it seems like it’s parallel to osamu’s tattoos; the entire sleeve, along with his shoulder as well, are covered with the black ink but your thought gets derailed quickly by the fact that atsumu is a savage pussy eater, uncaring of the sounds or mess he’s making.

whatever they’re doing, it doesn’t change the fact that both twins are on a mission; one’s determined to take pleasure from you and the other one is determined to make you cum all over his mouth.

“fuck yeah, that’s a good slut, letting me fuck her mouth,” osamu hisses as the headboard creaks beneath his tight grip. his grey eyes flutter as you choke and gag all over his dick, his fingers tightening in your hair as the vibrations from your mouth increase in intensity.

his abs clench and balls tighten from his incoming orgasm, eyebrows furrowing when his twin gets even louder and messier where he’s eating your slutty cunt. there’s practically a puddle where atsumu’s eating you and your slick is smeared across the back of your thighs and crevice of your ass.

eyes even blurrier through the cascading tears, it seems like your body is only getting hotter the nearer you get to your orgasm. your clit is throbbing and painful from atsumu’s ministrations, your lower stomach tightening until the spring threatens to snap.

osamu’s cock thrusting in your mouth feels so good too, you feel like you’re about to burst with all the pleasure you’re feeling—just a few more thrusts, a few more slurps, and suckling—

“fuck i’m gonna cum!” osamu groans, cutting your train of thought as you feel atsumu’s moan rumble against your pussy. all three of you cum together, the cries of your pleasure bouncing against the walls of the room as your body stiffens then shakes as the fire in your veins stretch throughout your sweaty form.

“fuckin’ shit, yeah take my cum baby, that’s a good slut, c’mon swallow it.” osamu says through gritted teeth, jaw clenching as he empties his load down your throat. there’s so much cum that it spills around the sides of your lips, leaving a white ring around his cock as tears stream down your face.

atsumu’s too busy smearing his release all over your throbbing pussy, spreading the white strings between your folds and teasing your clit with his continuously leaking tip as he lets out a couple of groaned expletives.

“want me to paint your face with my cum?”

your eyes flutter at osamu’s question, the grey-haired twin getting an idea as he watches his brother make his mark on you with his leaking cock. your shiny eyes look pathetic, wide, and pleading to get branded by osamu’s cum. he moans at how slutty and needy you look, pulling his still hard cock out of your overused mouth.

he bites his lower lip as he presses the tip of his dick on your face, watching intently as droplets of white mark your sweaty cheek. fuck, if this isn’t an explicit sign that he, and begrudgingly his brother, have ownership over you, then he doesn’t know what is.

“fuckin’ slutty bitch, wish you could see how messy your face is.” atsumu croons, brown eyes watching with glee as his brother smears his cum over your pretty face.

“shit, haven’t jerked off like that since i was a teenager,” atsumu quips to himself as he winces at how sensitive his cock feels. his balls are still so heavy, the only way he’ll feel satisfied is if he empties himself inside your cunt.

“you got a real good pussy on ya, princess.”

you whine, jerking against your bonds when atsumu slaps your hypersensitive pussy, whimpering pathetically as more slick gushes out of you. you can’t control the way your hips involuntarily roll against the air, searching for something to fill you up with. your body is still burning from the aphrodisiac and even though atsumu is talented with his mouth—you need more.

“look at her samu, still horny as fuck. want your other holes to be filled that badly, huh?” atsumu teases, giving your pussy a few more slaps. the bed sinks underneath his weight, brown eyes piercing through you. “good thing me and samu are good guys. don’t worry, you’ll get your cocks, sweetheart.”

the twins move quickly; you squeak when your wrists fall to your stomach, immediately realizing how sore your arms feel from being held up for so long. osamu’s holding a shiny knife, clearly having freed from the silk cloth.

he returns it to the drawer while atsumu makes himself comfortable against the headboard, mirroring your position as he pulls you on top of him, your palms finding purchase on his warm and defined chest.

he observes the dried cum on your face with interest as his tattooed arm makes its way between your legs. two of his fingers prod and play with your pussy before he inserts them inside, causing you to whine and instinctively ride his fingers.

atsumu clicks his tongue in disapproval as he holds you still while osamu takes his place behind you. osamu pushes your lower back none too gently, further deepening your arch as your body trembles from flames of unadulterated desire.

osamu spreads your cheeks, loudly spitting on your asshole. the wetness on your puckered hole makes you squeal and squirm as his fingers spread the globule of spit around the tight ring of muscle.

“have you ever had your ass fucked before?” he asks but doesn’t wait for you to answer because his fingers circle the rim of your ass, smirking when your back arches even more. atsumu probably curled his fingers inside of you, miffed at the way osamu captured your attention.

osamu’s question hangs in the air, you have never had your ass fucked, and usually, the apprehension of partaking in something foreign would weigh you down, but then again, that’s what the drug is for—removing one’s inhibitions, to formally speak.

the brothers stimulate your holes with their thick and skilled fingers, their mouths spewing filthy words as they watch you take them, causing your cheeks to burn. your nails scratch along atsumu’s chest, grunting when osamu inserts his index finger in your ass down to the knuckle.

the tip of his tongue rests on his lower lip as he swirls his finger inside your ass, stretching you out so you can take his cock. he spits again before his middle finger stretches you further. your head is hung low as you slowly move your hips along the rhythm of their fingers, gasping when the twins probe at an extra sensitive spot.

osamu removes his fingers from your stretched hole while atsumu continues to torture you, his other hand holding your chin as he pulls your face towards his. he captures your lips with his own, not caring about the taste of his twin’s cock lingering in your mouth.

you moan against atsumu’s lips when osamu taps his heavy cock on your ass—as if he’s saying hello—before the tip nudges your hole. red streaks from your nails cover atsumu’s pecs as osamu’s dick splits your ass open.

“your ass looks so pretty stretched around my cock—fuck, you’re so tight,” osamu hisses when he bottoms out, prompting atsumu to remove his fingers from you as he sucks and nibble away at your bottom lip. one of his hands squeezes your waist as he guides his cock to your pussy.

atsumu slowly brings you down on his lap, causing all three of you to cry out in pleasure. the skin separating them is thin and they’re both so thick that they can feel the weight of each other’s cock. both of them are cursing while you’re just there, cross-eyed and drool freely dropping from your mouth as your body trembles from practically being split in half.

atsumu bottoms out and the two brothers groan, your name mixing with a couple more colorful expletives. they take one long deep breath before osamu pulls out, only leaving the tip inside. he goes back deep in your ass with one hard thrust, your whimper turning into a scream as your body jolts forward.

atsumu takes that as his cue to mirror his brother’s actions and soon they fall into a near-perfect rhythm that only twins can do. osamu’s large hands are holding your hips so hard, his fingers surely leaving bruises on your skin. atsumu, on the other hand, is slapping your ass so hard that there are imprints of his palm on your jiggling skin.

just like the twins’ rugged and edgy looks, they fuck you rough and fast, greatly encouraged by your loud and pathetic cries as they take turns ruining your holes.

“this good enough for you, whore?” osamu hisses in your ear, hips thrusting wildly as he pulls your body back and forth on his cock.

“both your holes will be overflowing with our cum, ain’t that what ya wanted?” atsumu teases you, groaning when you tighten around him. the smacks of his hand on your ass mix with the slaps of your thighs on his lap.

“more, more!” you beg, face messy with fresh tears, drool, and dried cum. atsumu groans at how completely wrecked you look—his pretty baby, reduced to a mindless whore by his and his twin’s cocks.

“you really just can’t get enough, huh?” osamu grunts, his hips stuttering as he feels you tighten around him. one of his hands tug your hair by the roots. you squeal when he pulls your head towards him, your neck straining from the sudden movement. “we’re already splitting you open and you’re still begging for more?”

his raspy voice against your ear makes you shiver, the deep timbre sending tingles down your spine. you’re inconsolable, their filthy and degrading words not registering because all you currently care about are the two cocks pistoning in and out of you.

“please! need you, need your cocks— fuck, please!”

“yeah? then that’s what you’ll get, pretty,” atsumu rasps, his voice husky as he and osamu make eye contact, their twin telepathy playing in motion. they subtly nod to each other, their thrusts increasing in intensity and with shortened intervals.

they’re not leaving you enough room to breathe due to their eerily precise movements that are particularly exclusive to twins. they’re loud and noisy, sweaty skin slapping and rubbing against your trembling form; it’s just so messy.

everything is dripping, making an obscene squelching sound as the twins fuck your creamy slick back into you. you’re a blabbering mindless mess and the only thing you know how to be is a glorified sex doll to these wayward brothers as they fuck you with a vigor that nobody has ever had in your life.

the twins are rutting into you, one from below and one from behind. the bed is creaking with your combined weight and movements as the headboard behind atsumu’s back is thumping against the wall. your nails leave red welts on his chest and your neck is aching with how osamu is bending your neck so he can see your fucked out expression.

eyes crossed and unseeing, your eyelids flutter as the pleasure takes over every nerve ending in your body. your vocal cords feel raw with how much you’re stressing your throat (and from osamu’s brutal face-fucking).

you’re clenching and unclenching around them, unintelligible words coming out of your drooling mouth as the twins snatch your breath away from you, tits swaying all over your chest from their powerful and hard thrusts.

“i’m gonna cum,” osamu grunts, voice tight as you clench around him. his eyebrows furrow in concentration, droplets of sweat traveling down his abs.

atsumu whines, not quite at the same place as his twin. “wait samu!”

“hurry the fuck up, dumbass.”

“m-my clit, please!” you plead, eyes wide and bright. you’re almost there, almost. osamu obliges you, one hand from your hip goes down your stomach as he spreads your folds, giving atsumu’s other hand reaches down as he furiously rubs your clit before pinching it.

you scream as you clench around them, causing them to moan your name as their hips jerk and stop abruptly, hot and thick spurts of cum spilling inside of you. their orgasms trigger yours, wailing as clear liquid shoots out of you, drenching atsumu’s abs as your nails scrape his pecs.

your eyes roll to the back of your head just as atsumu gasps, garnering osamu’s attention. the said brother was resting his forehead on your sweaty back, breathing heavily as he languidly raises his head.

“samu! she squirted!”

loud groans fill your ears as more ropes of cum spill from their cock, overflowing your battered pussy. the squelching of mixed fluids is deafening to you, their shallow thrusts pushing out rivulets of white as they moan quietly through their lips. you’re a whimpering and whining mess, the twins stopping their movements as the three of you pause and take a breather.

osamu pulls out and watches with wide-eyed interest as a thick globule of his cum leaks from your ass, traveling down the crevice to run down atsumu’s balls and onto the drenched sheets. you’re shaking and numb, atsumu’s whine sounding far away as he lifts you off of him.

osamu ungraciously crashes on the other side of the bed, breathing heavily with his arm across his eyes. atsumu’s shaking his disheveled blonde head from side to side, trying to gather his wits when his phone rings on the nightstand.

his phone lights up to indicate that it’s kita-san and he immediately scrambles to answer it with a stuttered and breathless greeting. it’s scary, actually. their boss always has an eerie and impeccable timing.

“h-hello?”

“judging by your heavy breathing, am i correct in assuming that it worked?”

atsumu nods slowly, forgetting that kita can’t see him, too entranced by how you’re still able to go at it because you’ve climbed onto his twin’s lap, vigorously bouncing on his cock as your tits sway around your chest with every movement you make.

osamu’s practically immobile on the bed, groans borderline sounding pained as his hazy grey eyes watch you fuck yourself on his aching cock. your voice is weak and soft as you cry out and whine more, more, more!

kita sighs at the lack of response from atsumu, and he quickly hangs up the phone because ultimately, he got his answer by hearing your pleasured whimpers traveling down the line as you fuck his enforcers to overstimulation.

the twins have been bitching about the lack of a—quote on quote—“pretty baby doll they can regularly sink their cocks into”.

well, now they got what they wanted. they should be thankful that you stepped through the doors of onigiri miya that one afternoon, and the fact that kita technically played matchmaker.

[3:04 PM]

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reallyromealone · 3 years ago

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MIKEY MASTERLIST

Bonten Mikey x baby reader 2 fics one post 🍼☁️

Wakasa threatens to tell reader Mikey’s being a shit ☁️🌟

Mikey nsfw ⚠️🌟💖🔪

Part two ^. 💖🌟☁️

Mikey angst��🌟

Mikey x son reader angst 1

mikey x son reader angst 2🔪🌟

Birthday special 🔪🌟

Robotics younger brother reader 🍼☁️

Sea god bf 🔪🌟☁️💖

Nephew reader 🍼☁️

First pet! 🍼☁️

First pet 2 electric boogaloo 🍼☁️

Yandere mikey🔪⚠️

House husband reader☁️🌟

Student council president bf reader☁️💖

Bookworm reader☁️🌟💖

Mikey x omega reader ☁️💖

Mikey x assistant reader ☁️💖🌟

Mikey x assistant reader 2 ☁️💖🌟

Mikey J 600 event☁️💖

Thank you sir! 🍼☁️

Welcome home ☁️💖🔪

Animal Crossing 🍼☁️

Twinzies! 🍼☁️

1000 event #137 🌟☁️💖

1000 event #16. 💖☁️

Omegaverse NSFW ☁️🌟💖⚠️

1000 event #89. 💖🌟☁️

1000 event #118 ☁️🌟💖

Papa Toman Mikey ☁️🍼🔪?

Weddings ☁️🍼

1000 event #108 ☁️💖 abo

1000 event #146. ☁️💖⚠️🌟

1000 event #72 ☁️🌟💖

1000 event #54. 🔪🍼

Mikey Collab A/B/O ⚠️🌟☁️💖 it's fluff and nsfw

Guard dog A/B/O. 🌟💖☁️

Doggies! ☁️🍼

Omega Mikey A/B/O ☁️🌟💖

Omega Mikey 2 A/B/O. ☁️💖🌟

Buff house husband ☁️⚠️💖🌟

The spider king and the bunny ☁️💖🌟A/B/O

Spiderfic 2 ☁️🌟💖⚠️ A.B.O

Spiderfic 3 A.B.O ☁️💖🌟

Sanzu kidnaps (name) 🔪💖🌟

His sweet 'jiro. ☁️💖🌟

Livestream ☁️🍼

Filthy slut ⚠️☁️💖

Zoo! ☁️🍼

Baby boy ☁️🌟💖⚠️

Buttplug ☁️💖⚠️🌟

Baji/Mikey/Draken 🔪💖🌟⚠️

Mouse A/B/O ☁️💖🌟

Meeting Toman ☁️🍼

Kinktober day 3🌟💖☁️⚠️

Meeting A/B/O ☁️🌟💖

Secret mate ☁️💖🌟 A/B/O

Block government 🍼☁️

Mama Mikey protects his pup A/B/O 🍼☁️

Neglectful alpha A/B/O 🔪☁️💖

Surprise! I'm pregnant! 🔪☁️🌟💖 A/B/O

Little bike 🍼☁️

Threats ☁️🍼

Dangerous paperwork 🍼☁️

Fingers ☁️🔪🍼

Baby mine 🌟🔪💖

Puppy love ☁️🍼💖🤌

Valentine's card ☁️🍼

Back to you 🌟🔪

Tattoos ☁️🍼💖🤌

Valentines Day a.b.o ☁️🌟💖

Blast from the past ☁️🌟💖

Accusations abo 🔪💖🌟

Wedding bells ☁️🌟💖

Use the kid to get to the dad a.b.o 🌟☁️💖

The cotton tail and the wolf ☁️💖🌟 omegaverse

Taiyaki mule ☁️🍼

Pregnant bunny omegaverse ☁️💖🌟

Back to you 🔪💖☁️🌟

Lost and found 🌟🔪

Cross dressing 💖🌟☁️

Cross dressing 2 🌟☁️💖⚠️

#mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #mikey x reader

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merakiui · 3 years ago

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Yandere!Jade and Floyd who have recently become obsessed with an idol from the surface.

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors, obsessive fans!jade + floyd, implied manipulation/bribery, obsessive thoughts, brief dubious nsfw implications)

It was Floyd who saw an advertisement for sneakers on Magicam and he really liked the style and colors, but what caught his eye was the person endorsing said shoes. You were so cute in your sports outfit, showing the sneakers off in such a fashionably athletic way. Apparently this was some sort of collaboration? Floyd didn’t really care about the shoes or the collab at that moment; he was more interested in you as you offered a casual smile to the camera while holding a basketball in your hands.

So of course he asks Jade about it, who also has no idea. He’s never even heard of you or this brand or anything related to your management team and company. He’s just as lost as his brother, and after a quick online search they learn that you’re an idol whose group recently disbanded and you chose to go down the solo path. And from the looks of it, your career is still flourishing. Obviously you’re doing well for yourself if you’re scoring sponsorships and collaborations.

Jade assumes this is where their curiosity ends. He’s never really understood the appeal of idols. He’s aware that music is made of many varieties and genres and that it often brings people together, much like delicious food, but he has no interest in idol culture. It’s never stuck with him. He will admit that you’re definitely a nice sight, but that’s as far as his opinion goes.

Floyd, on the other hand, is absolutely hooked. He hyperfixates on you almost immediately as he immerses himself in every detail he can find about you online. He watches videos of past concerts, interviews, and music/lyric videos of your songs for as long as his attention will hold. He scrolls through all of your socials, drinking in every photo and selfie you’ve posted—occasionally reading the captions and comments to get a taste of your personality and your fanbase. The amount of gross people who call you adorable nicknames and ask you to spare them a glance… Yikes. Now that’s really hard to read.

Truthfully, he was expecting to find ridicule in your profession; he thought it would be annoying and stupid and he’d hate it and he’d never want to see those sneakers or your face again. But he doesn’t hate it. He loves it, so much so that Jade and Azul have caught him humming your songs whenever he’s lost in his own world.

And it isn’t long before Jade’s curiosity is piqued once again and he falls down the same rabbit hole Floyd did. Only Jade is more meticulous with his search. Whereas Floyd tore through every bit of content containing you, devouring it with an insatiable appetite, Jade peruses it as if he has all the time in the world, savoring images of you as if they’re fine wine. He categorizes his favorite articles and videos, linking each of them in the notes app on his phone. He essentially creates an entire profile for you, where he details all sorts of facts about you. Like Floyd he also wants to know everything about you, so he’ll spend hours late into the night researching you, digesting the information he finds and then immediately looking for more to add to your profile.

His search leads him to a very fortuitous piece of information. According to the most recent post on your socials, you’ll be going on tour. Jade reads through the dates and locations and is pleasantly surprised to find the Coral Sea as one of the tour destinations. What are the odds! Jade wakes Floyd at once, proudly showing him the post. It energizes Floyd immediately, his bad mood ebbing away into childish glee as he grabs his twin’s phone and stares so intently at the screen as if he’s trying to determine whether or not this is a dream.

Well, now they must make plans to attend this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It falls in the middle of their spring break; the timing couldn’t be better! And once tickets go on sale, Jade and Floyd are the first to snag two. It will be their first time attending a concert and it brings them back to the days where they played in their little band with Azul.

In the weeks leading up to spring break, the twins are very motivated. It’s almost unnerving how much effort they put into their work and studies, as if doing well will somehow please the idol they’ve started worshipping. And maybe it will. It’s encouraging to think about it in that way—that every high score, every successful deal at the Lounge, every fulfilling day will impress you. And when you’re the one cheering for them through the tiny screens of their phones, they feel as if they can accomplish anything.

It’s unhealthy. Maybe they’re aware of that when they find themselves stalking your socials, occasionally refreshing the site in case you’ve shared a new post. They want to be the first to see it, the first to like it, the first to save it to a very special folder that’s littered with pictures of you they gathered from a slew of various online sources. And on the days that you don’t post or do much at all on any of your platforms, they feel so weary and depressed. It’s as if their mood depends solely on whether or not you grace them with your online presence.

Aside from your life as an idol, what little information they could dig up about your private life makes you all the more appealing. You’re so sweet and modest, always remaining humble despite the fame. They learn who your friends and family are quickly. What’s great about the internet is that it’s easy to connect every looping string and dot until they’ve made note of every account that serves some sort of importance to you. Every connection is put aside for later use.

When spring break finally arrives, they’re overjoyed at the prospect of being able to return home to see you. It’s not often human artists tour in the Coral Sea, so it’s really amazing that you’re doing this. That’s what makes you so special and wonderful! Azul’s practically sick of their enthusiasm as the three of them depart through the mirror. He claimed to want no part in the concert and that he couldn’t see the appeal in spending hundreds of well-earned Madol on merchandise and other goods for the sake of ‘love and support.’ Leave it to the scammer to recognize the con. Not only are the twins dedicating so much time and devotion to you, they’re also willing to spend lots of money on anything related to you. The will of the fan is indeed strong…

The twins are more than happy to go without Azul, and after mentioning it to their father, who seems to approve of it, he pulls a few strings to allow his beloved boys a chance to meet you one-on-one. No lines. No crowds. No VIP passes needed. It’s wonderful what power, influence, and wealth can get you if you tug at the right strings.

They just can’t wait. Floyd wants to wrap himself around you and squeeze you! Not until you pass out, of course. You’re his favorite human idol. He doesn’t want to hurt you…not yet, at least. And Jade really wants to have a nice conversation with you—wants to truly bond with you and maybe even hug you himself. His heart is uncharacteristically giddy as the day draws near. Floyd’s gotten more restless, too, twisting in his sleep nonstop. It seems like they’re both too excited for the concert to even function, and when the day finally dawns all of that excitement multiplies tenfold.

With the help of a potion that allows you to breathe underwater and a few modifications to the stage, equipment, and sound, you’re able to perform a flawless concert. The twins have never understood why fans are often moved to tears when they see and listen to their idols’ performances, but now they can faintly comprehend the gist of it. It really is an emotional moment for those who have waited so long. Surprisingly, you have a lot of fans in the Coral Sea. But it makes sense, especially when you consider just how popular human trinkets are among the sea life.

You’re absolutely breathtaking on the stage as you sing from the bottom of your heart. Every song is so enchanting that they wonder whether or not you’re actually a siren in disguise. If that’s the case, consider themselves thoroughly bewitched. There’s just something about you that’s so…you. And they both realize that, as the concert reaches its finale, the admiration they feel for you goes beyond that of a fan’s love. It isn’t even love. It’s obsession, twisted and spiraling. As dark and deep as the ocean itself.

They want you. You, you, you. Every part of you. From your voice, to your body, to your amazing talents. If you were theirs, you could perform for them and only them. No one else would be permitted to lay eyes on you, lest they have them gouged out for such a grave offense.

The first thought that crosses both of their minds when they see you is that you’re so small compared to them. Floyd swims up to you, arms outstretched excitedly. You welcome the hug with a bright smile, but Jade’s more aware of the security and the way they watch with laser focus, ready to intervene should Floyd prove to be a threat. And Jade can only hope that Floyd will behave.

“You’re so cute up close! Like a tiny, colorful fishy.” Floyd pinches your cheek in a way that’s meant to be endearing. Jade catches the poorly concealed grimace and he stifles a sigh. “Oh! My name is Floyd and this is Jade.”

You gaze at Jade with what he thinks is fondness. “It’s nice to meet the both of you! I hear you’re fans of my work.”

“We are.” It’s not often he feels shy or flustered, but now that he’s actually in front of you, hearing your voice and speaking to you… It’s a lot to process. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Floyd smiles a broad, toothy grin and you admire his teeth for a second. Before he or Jade can comment, you’re wriggling out of Floyd’s tail and reaching for laminated sheets of paper.

“I wanted to write the both of you special letters because I had heard that you’re both important guests. It wouldn’t be very welcoming or polite if I couldn’t provide you with a gift. Please consider it a token of my gratitude. I can’t thank you enough for your love and support.”

You’re too precious. Jade skims through his letter and finds that it really is personalized. You took the time to hand-write every letter. Even your signature is signed in swirling ink and it’s something he wishes he could tattoo on his body, if only to have a piece of you on him at all times.

“Ooh, look at this.” Floyd whistles as he observes the document. “Hey, Jade, isn’t this really thoughtful? It’s a shame we didn’t prepare any gifts…”

“Indeed.” He shares a covert smile with his twin, something that goes unnoticed by you. Jade reminds himself of the security that loom nearby and he realizes he can’t exactly do anything with them here.

Well. He could. Both of them could. Their father could easily pay whatever price falls their way. If he wanted to, he could probably buy ownership of your company and then you’d belong to Jade and Floyd. The thought has his body temperature rising. He’s certain Floyd’s having similar thoughts because he spies his twin’s tongue as it darts out to wet his lips.

“Oh, there’s no need! Meeting the both of you is more than enough, so please don’t worry about preparing anything.” Your innocent expression is almost too much to bear. He wonders how it might look with tears streaking down your cheeks, face scrunched in pain or pleasure—or perhaps both—as you’re devoured by the both of them.

Not in a literal sense. But maybe—just maybe—if given the chance they might sample you, your blood, your soul. Your everything. A small bite, really. Who can blame them? You’re too adorably vulnerable to resist, after all.

Perhaps their father ought to ready his checkbook, for he’ll be needing it if he intends to play damage control with hush money.

#twisted chit chat #yandere jade leech #yandere floyd leech #yandere twst #‘ugh i just don’t understand the youth these days’ says azul as he watches #the twins practically glue their eyes to the screen so they can see fancams of idol darling #every time they get distracted azul is just 🗿🗿#he can’t put the win in swindle when the twins aren’t focusing on the business!! on the bag!!! >:(#maybe if he stanned (name) he’d understand

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mianavs · 3 years ago

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Love Me Wrong [Masterlist]

You lost your brother and your memories.

Mikey lost his sister and his mind.

He decides you’ll be of more use to him and Bonten as his darling "sister".

No one sees the start of Mikey’s crippling obsession for Kisaki’s sister until it’s too late.

pairing: Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano x f!reader x Bonten

content: corruption, amnesia, yandere themes, fauxcest, manipulation, dc, and smut. other content warnings will be tagged individually per part.

note: there's no way i can do this idea justice in just one part so i'm starting another tr series. this is my piece for @bokuroskitten's 'Are you Shy!?' collab. pray for me y'all this is all i'm going to be working on to make the deadline.

[01 ; Memoirs]

[02 ; Resolve]

[03 ; Control]

[04 ; Fragment]

[05 ; Muddle]

[06 ; Recollect]

[07; Reconcile]

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fic-dumpster · 3 years ago

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A not so irrational fear

Ran x F!Reader x Rindou | 4.7K+ Words

Summary: In where you’ve been friends with Rindou for the longest time, and you’re still scared shitless of his brother.

Warning: Ran Haitani, Smut, MDNI, sub reader with a vagina, yandere-ish(?), dubcon, blood, tears, obsessive/possessive behaviors, manhandling, violence if you squint, cunnilingus, She/her, verbal fight, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, dick rubbing, mentions of shooting, injuries, Age in blogs to interact.

A/N: Part of Sei’s ( @sei-zu ) 800 followers event/collab Double Trouble | Idk what I did 🧍🏻‍♀️💕💜 hehe I’m sorry

“Is it your Ran-phobia again? You know he would never hurt you, right?” Rindou once again tried to calm your nerves. He could see your hands shaking while you fixed your shoes in the rack at the entrance of his house.

You tried to ignore the constant thought of who else lived in this house since you’ve promised some home-cooked meals, and Rindou promised some quality time together. After he became an executive at Bonten, there was almost no time to enjoy with your long-time friend.

“How do you know that, Rin? He looks at me… weirdly! And he's just... He’s just...” you shivered, just thinking about it.

“We’ve been through this before; you can’t keep running the other way around every time my brother appears; besides, I would never let Ran touch-”

“You wouldn't let me touch what?” the moment you heard his voice, your body hid behind Rindou’s, praying that the older Haitani ignored your presence, but that wasn't the case. “Oh? This?” His hand tried to grab your waist, only for Rindou to groan in annoyance and catch his brother’s wrist in the process.

“Can you not?” Rindou knew his brother enjoyed this game he played by himself. Not you, though; you were clutching the back of his shirt in terror.

At first, Rindou thought Ran had done something to you, his only friend, the only person the younger Haitani trusted with his life, other than Ran, that is. But that wasn't the case; you frantically told Rindou that Ran hadn't done anything, yet, you added with an empty laugh. But the older Haitani made the alarms in your head go ballistic. Rindou could guess why.

The problem grew when Ran learned about your fear of him. Using it against you for entertainment purposes, he once said. The joy it brought him every time you used his brother as a shield, every time you stuttered when greeting him, and oh! His favorite, every time he gets close enough to see your pupils expand in terror, your elaborated breath as he came closer, parted lips to let more oxygen flow in... And it all ends too soon for him because Rindou would go and scold him like he was a problematic child.

Which brought him back to the present, Rindou tightly holding Ran’s wrist. Ran had to accept that Rindou’s reactions weren't that bad, most of the time. His little brother trying to private something from him gets him going. Ran’s been waiting to snatch Rindou’s favorite toy for a while now.

Ran Haitani wants you, the little friend Rindou protects with so much fervor, the only woman that has been denied to him. But Ran wasn’t going to tell that to his brother.

“Rindou, it's okay,” you softly whispered, still not coming out from your hiding spot, “He- he- hello, Ran.”

“Okay, she greeted you, now please for once, let her be,” Rindou never understood the purpose of this, once he suspected Ran did it to annoy him, but there were countless other things Ran could do, so that was not the reason.

“But I haven’t,” Ran said, the eldest Haitani didn't look at his brother, not even once, “let me see you’re pretty face, Y/N, so I can say hi properly,” Ran’s gaze was on Rindou’s left side, where he believed you would pop out. And he was right on the money. You peeked from behind Rindou, and surprise! surprise! Ran was there, staring directly at you. Those heavy-lidded purple eyes were suffocating you. The older Haitani was delighted the moment he saw your eyes open wide, those big doe eyes that Rindou could stare at as much as he wanted. while, Ran had to be satisfied with fast glimpses. That wasn't fair, now, was it?

Someone up there, sky or heaven, must have thought the same as Ran because not soon after he thought about the unfairness of his situation, Rindou’s phone began to ring. The youngest Haitani picked up but not before giving his brother a warning glare.

Soon, Ran would find it was the sound of an opportunity.

From what you could gather from the call, it was Sanzu on the phone, and you knew what that meant. After hanging up, Rindou informed Ran of an emergency, then turned to you and apologized. Explaining he needed to go and that he would reschedule your date night. The younger Haitani looked at you apologetically. This wasn't a new thing for you, but it still hurt, and Rindou knew that.

Both brothers moved, suits impeccable, wristwatches back in place, and last but not least, you saw them place their guns back in their holsters. That was a cold reminder of what they do out there.

You saw them about to leave—your hand stopped Rindou by the door, heart on your throat, beating wildly—scared of the what if’s.

“Please be careful, Rin,” forgotten were your surroundings as you said that, staring straight into his purple orbs—your hand moved higher on his arm, giving a slight squeeze. For his comfort or yours? You didn’t know. Maybe you wanted to feel that something was real before he crossed that frame, not just words and wishes and... to ignore an unpredictable future awaiting for the two of you.

Ran observed the scene unfold before him, clenching his jaw at the distressed face you wore for his brother. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Y/N, I’ll be there to watch his back,” no, he couldn't hold back from interrupting and making you jump at the closeness of his voice, “but what about me? Wish me luck, hmm?”

“Ran...” Rindou’s warning tone was there again.

“Rin,” you pulled at his sleeve, averting his attention from his brother, not wanting to cause problems before any of their jobs, “I’ll stay and prepare some dishes and leave them on the fridge, kay?” Rindou nodded as he pulled your head towards his lips and left a kiss on your temple.

“Can I kiss you goodbye too?” You didn't need to look to know how close Ran was, the heat of his body already reaching your own—body petrified, not knowing what to do as panic raised in your guts.

“Ran! Hurry the fuck up!” An irritated Rindou shouted, and as always, Rindou saved the day. The youngest Haitani was mad at Sanzu for calling and interrupting; then there was his brother; Ran couldn't leave you alone even for a second, and that infuriated Rindou to no end.

“Hmmm, maybe when I get back, you give me one as a reward for keeping your dear Rindou safe,” Ran threw a wink your way before closing the door after him.

And so... you were left alone. Breathing became easier once your mind acknowledged Ran Haitani wasn't present anymore. Time went by in a blink of an eye. If you were honest with yourself, cooking for two men that ate like four was an exhausting but gratifying activity.

All the food now rested in the fridge. You didn’t notice how late it was when you finished cleaning after your cooking, the darkness of the night peeking through the windows at the Haitani’s household—When suddenly, the loud bang of the entrance’s door and heavy grunts startled you.

Ran had a rough day, from Rindou bringing you home without telling him to almost losing said brother that same day because of the god-forsaken job. The job, Sanzu had assigned them was not an easy task, but when were they?

The dumbass of his brother had his head in the clouds, probably thinking of you, and Ran doesn't blame him. You were astonishingly beautiful, breathtaking. But Rindou had to be thinking about your pussy, one that ran still hasn't tasted, when the loose ends they had to take care began shooting at them. Two bullets grazed his left side, nothing life-threatening, but a lot of red liquid drenched his shirt. If Ran hadn't pushed Rindou, those two grazes would have been holes in his brother’s skull.

Rindou had freaked out, Kakucho sent Ran home, Sanzu laughed his ass off, and Mikey ignored the whole thing. The usual. The youngest Haitani decided to stay and cover for Ran; there was still some stuff left to do at the HQ.

So once Ran got home, ready to sleep the night away, the last thing he expected was to see your eyes staring back at him in the hallway, eyes that examined the red stain on his left side and opened wide in shock. Before Ran could mutter a word, you pulled him by the arm towards the kitchen, plopping his body on a chair and then walking away. Not a minute later, you came back with the first aid kit.

“I think I did die,” Ran blinked multiple times, still not believing what you were about to do, “where did my scaredy-cat go?”

“I might be scared of you, but I don't want Rindou’s brother dead, and I'm not your anything,” oh... So he was Rindou’s brother, not Ran, not a man in your eyes? Not a man on his own? Ran was always the headline of the story; he came first, but never for you. And that infuriated him to no end.

Ran saw you kneeling beside his injured side, ending the conversation with your I’m-not-yours statement. Your fingers worked with the buttons on his shirt, faster than what Ran hoped for. Never did your gaze stir from its goal, his injury. Sad was the eldest Haitian; not once did you admire his sculpted body, the black patterns adorning his skin. He was a mare patient, and you the doctor.

The prior disappointment didn't last long since Ran decided to take this as an opportunity to admire you instead. The sting of the dark disinfectant liquid wasn't doing anything to him; he was too focused on your furrowed brows, on the feeling of your fingers on his skin, the soft blow of hair your nose made. The simple thought that Rindou could have this any day made his chest tighten, instantly remembering that Rindou wasn't here.

His injuries were minors; he acknowledged that and having you playing nurse all for him, all concerned, even if it was for the wrong reasons, made his cock throb in his pants. You kept touching his exposed skin, leaning your weight on his leg, looking for support. Ran took a decision. He had to take you now. Enough was enough.

Abruptly, you were roughly pulled up from your kneeling position on the floor. Ran yanked your body and sat you on his lap; the beating of your heart clogged your ears, and as much as you wanted to escape from him, you couldn't. You were petrified.

“Now, this is so much better, right?” said Ran. You felt his hands hold your wrist; you couldn't do anything, too scared to move, too frightened to think straight. His hands moved yours, placing them on his hard chest, “feel this?” Your palms cruised through the thick muscles on his abdomen, traveling up and down on his grip, “All yours, baby,” at his words, Ran saw you blink for the first time in a while, and that's when he took the chance finally join your lips together.

Ran was kissing you so good as his hands roamed all over your body—gripping, twisting, handling you to consume it all. You could feel his groans and grunts vibrate through you. This was a feral Ran Haitani; this was the Ran you should have feared. But surprisingly, you didn't. Yes, you were scared, but not like before; it was a different kind of danger, you realized too late.

Having you on his lap, heating cheeks, cristal eyes, panting from just kissing. Ran wanted to ruin his brother’s favorite toy and make one for himself out of the pieces he would leave. If he left any, that is.

Ran wore a crazed look, smirking as you placed your hands on his chest, attempting to create some space. For what? He didn't care because he didn't let you. Clashing his lips once again, on yours. His big hands surrounded your ass, squeezing it, almost painfully; you couldn't help but moan out loud, and Ran took the opportunity to invade your mouth, tongue placating yours, slurping your drool as he took your tongue out, molding his lips around it.

He loved how you let him do whatever he pleased, not once naming his younger brother; the only sounds leaving your busy mouth were mewls and what he believed were your attempts to scream his name. Still with both hands placed on your ass, Ran began rocking your clothed cunt against the bulge in his pant. And Oh, how pretty you sounded. He sucked your tongue harder, pressing his lips more to keep it in place. Your jaw was beginning to strain; the gripping of his fingers on your supple flesh burned your soft skin.

Ran held you with want, with need, with desperation.

Dizzy, that's how you felt. Being held by Rindou’s older brother was different from what you thought. Ran was overwhelming, consuming, a storm taking over your foggy brain. You couldn't believe you were sitting on his bulge, rubbing each other with clothes on. But you couldn't stop, even if your common screamed at you to stop, that it was a mistake, you were unable to do so.

For the first time in his life, Ran Haitani was impatient. As much of a gentleman, he wanted to be for you; you were the one that impeded him from doing so. You were so sweet, his precious girl; you will have to forgive him because he couldn't hold back anymore. Forplay be damned, you could take him.

Ran abruptly stood up, making the chair he once sat hit the floor with a boisterous clatter. He held you as if you weighted nothing—hands pressing you harder against his chest as his fingers dug deeper in your buttcheeks. Never did his lips let yours go. Air, such a fundamental need, seemed to no longer matter for his lungs. Ran wanted to live of you.

In a couple of long strides, Ran took you to his bedroom, dropping both of your bodies on the sheets, letting his mouth wander freely all over your neck. You felt his teeth sink in your pulse point, tongue lapping over your skin, making you shudder under him. Clothes flew everywhere, ripping sounds that you suspected belonged to your now gone underwear joined the creaks of the bed. In no time, the both of you were freed, bare for each other. Ran was positioning himself between your legs, the head of his cock already nudging at your entrance.

“Ran- n-no! i-it’s n-not gn-!” Your muffled cries only fueled his desire. Rindou prepares you better, or that was what you were going to say before you heard Ran speak.

“Believe me; I would lap at your pussy, all day if I could, have this pretty pussy slobbering down my wrist, fingers so deep,” he grunted, pushing his cock deeper in your hole, “fuck, my mouth waters just thinking of it,” another push and a whine of your own, “now, understand that I’ve been craving you since Rindou brought you to our house,” Ran felt your warm walls pushing him out, you were so tight, “I wanted to be civil, ask you out, be the pretty boy in your eyes, just like my brother,” he fought against it, the insides of your pussy pushing him out, “but no, for years you got me in second place. I’m gonna show you how much I want to be first in your eyes,” with one last push, he shoved his cock up to the hilt. Ran moaned louder and louder; he couldn't hold back; you were hugging him so fucking tight.

Scratches of your nails adorned Ran’s back; he couldn't move; you felt too good. A mess, the both of you were a panting mess on the sheets. As if time had stopped and that moment would last forever.

Ran was so absorbed by the moment, he didn't hear you scream his name nor the approaching of someone.

“Raaaaaan!”

As soon as Rindou stepped foot through the entrance, he heard your scream, screaming his older brother’s name. Never had he moved so fast in his life.

Rindou Haitani knows things. He knows how Sanzu keeps sweets in his pockets in case Mikey needs one. He knows Kakucho likes raspberry tea. He knows you like him more than his brother. And he knows Ran Haitani wanted to eat you alive. And that gave him so much satisfaction. For once, Rindou got something his brother could never—glad of your Ranphobia because you showed your distaste for Ran, the only person that only looked at Rindou Haitani and never wanted to see Ran, was you.

Sometimes Rindou regrets taking you home that day; he should have kept you locked up for himself; that excuse of best friends was what it was, an excuse.

Yes, Rindou Haitani didn't want a best friend when he met you. But as time passed, he did what he feared the most. He fell hard for you. And he was hoping you did too, which is something he still doubts. You were practically his; your first time was his, so was your second, and third and fourth. But a label was never placed, and you didn't ask either. So he kept it as friendship because it wasn't just sex.

The biggest bullshit he could have done. You could have a ring on your finger by now; hell, you could have been carrying his baby by now. Maybe Ran was right about him; Rindou was afraid.

Regrets and nothing else were present right now because as soon as he got to the source of the scream, he wanted to turn around and never come back. What was the point of being afraid?

Rindou saw his brother balls deep in you—your struggling form under Ran as you sobbed uncontrollably. Rindou moved before he knew what he was doing. He pulled his brother’s hips away from you, throwing the latter to the floor. Your big puffy eyes stared back at him. Rindou wasted no time grabbing your ankle; he tugged you towards him. Rindou inspected your face, then your neck and body. He was Furious, and the clenching of his fist indicated that. Bites and marks on your skins that didn't belong to him, your lips were swollen, pupils dilated. Rindou pulled your head on his chest, cradling your confused face. You wanted to tell him that you were okay, but your words didn't come out fast enough because Ran beat you to it.

“Way to ruin the fun, Rin,” you didn't miss the annoyed tone on Ran’s voice, neither did Rindou, who tensed at hearing Ran.

“Shut the fuck up,” Rindou still gave his back to Ran.

“What is she to you anyway? Hmm? I want her as my woman. I want her, no inhibitions,” Ran stood up, still naked, and made his way towards the two of you, “if you don't want her like that, well, I fucking do,” you couldn't see Ran, but the way he spoke... With so much confidence, so sure of himself. It made your insides go wild as if a fucking zoo had taken over your inner organs. You were burning up in the arms of another.

“Fuck off, Ran, she’s-” Rindou hesitated, not knowing what was the right thing to say, “my friend, yeah, my friend,” and that wasn’t it. You felt like someone had stabbed you on the chest and twisted the blade. You wanted to run, as far as you could. The arms wrapped around you didn’t feel right.

“Why don't you sound convinced?” Ran pressed, “you’re a coward, what are you scared of?” Ran grabbed Rindou’s shoulder and harshly turned him around.

“Scared?!” spat Rindou, “Fucking scared?! I’m not sharing what’s mine! Only mine! You just want her because she belongs to me!” He squeezed you even harder; air left your lungs for a second.

“Yours? Don’t make me laugh! You keep her at arm's length! Maybe you made her scared of me so that-”

“Oh my god! Both of you shut up!” pushing Rindou away; you stood up with the sheets wrapped around your body, “If you’re gonna fight, I'm gone,” you began to walk towards the door pulling the large sheets from Ran’s bed with you.

Your action snapped them back on their senses. Lucid once again, the Haitani brothers knew what to do. Both brothers glanced at each other, and without a word, they moved simultaneously. Ran and Rindou stepped on the sheet you were carrying, making it fall off your body, leaving you naked, showing your back to their wandering eyes.

“Wha-” you began to say.

“You’re not leaving,” replied Rindou.

“Yeah, we’re gonna talk,” Ran continued after his brother.

“A second ago, you were about to-” you stood bewildered. They were at each other throats just now.

“It happens,” they said at the same time. You blinked.

“It happens,” you mocked them under your breath when suddenly a smack on your asscheek made you jump and squeak in surprise. Rindou’s large palm rested on your ass; then he gripped it, pushing you against his chest once again. Instantly you felt a second body behind you; Ran placed kisses on the nape of your neck, his hands scurried under your chest, massaging them, molding them to the shape of his palms. “What- what about the talking?” You said, panting.

“We are,” Rindou slid a finger between your legs, slowly touching your swollen bud, making your body tremble, how your body relaxed to the familiar touch. On its own, it moved; unconsciously, you searched for Rindou’s warmth and Ran noticed. The older Haitani, with a frustrated groan, pulled you back, rubbing your ass on his pulsating cock, smearing precum on the surface. “Jealous much?” taunted the younger Haitani, “marking her like a dog,” darkly chuckled Rindou at his older brother's desperation.

“So what if I am,” answered Ran, trying to take as much of you as possible. Gripping, palming every inch of skin with urgency.

They were behaving like two children fighting for a toy. One tugged, the other pulled.

“Don’t forget, she’s mine, Ran,” the smile on Rindou’s face was present in each word.

You didn't notice when Rindou had discarded his clothes nor when they had moved to the bed. Ran placed you on his brother’s lap, pushing you flush against Rindou; the older Haitani dipped in for a kiss knowing Rindou would be watching. And you gave in, like a lifeless doll to their mercy.

Meanwhile, you were barely keeping your head straight, a mess of mewls and moans, not minding their senseless banter. If it weren't for their large hands holding you, you would have crumbled to the floor. Too lost in the feeling of Rindou’s fingertips playing with you, the heat of their bodies overwhelming your senses.

“Ah- baby, I love those lips,” breathed Ran, “wanna have them wrapped around me.”

“Get to work first,” interrupted Rindou, “don't think I didn't notice how tight my baby was; you asshole didn't prep her.”

“Of course, sorry, pretty,” looking at you, Ran’s eyes twinkled, his lips left a trail of wet kisses as he moved down while Rindou spread your legs with his own, giving space for Ran to settle there.

And it was true, all Ran said earlier. He had your cunt slobbering on his chin in no time. Slurping sounds reigned in the room; your whimpers drowned in Rindou’s mouth. Rindou had you locked on his limbs, and as much as you wanted to close your legs, you couldn't. He didn't let you.

One orgasm, done, and your lucid mind was gone; it was all like a hazy dream. Ran didn't like the spotlight taken away from him, and as soon as he noticed your high was fading away, he sucked your bud—tongue, harshly pressed lines back and forth. Ran was desperately trying to draw another release from you. Your throaty moans of his name sent him into a frenzy, inserting two fingers in as his tongue lapped heavily on your bundle of nerves. The flicks of his wrists and scissoring motions of his fingers on your gummy walls had your hips bucking, only to be stopped by Rindou’s hold on your body.

“She’s so fucking tight, ain't she, Ran?” said Rindou, dick twitching and leaking just at the thought of your heat wrapped around him.

With a pop, Ran let your clit go, replacing his tongue with his thumb as his fingers continued to force themselves in, “fucking precious, Rindou, her pretty little cunt won't let me in,” replied Ran before going back to his task.

“Again,” said Rindou as your body shook in his grip. His arms surrounded your form, hand on your neck, teeth clinging to your soft earlobe. Another orgasm by Ran’s tongue had your eyes rolling back, drenching the older Haitani as he kept eating you out on Rindou’s lap.

“Wa... Want you in me,” You breathless whisper caught their attention. You could only withstand so much like this.

“Who?” asked Rindou, biting the shell of your ear.

Ran laid down with you on top, holding your legs at each side of his waist, his cock covered in your juices, pressed between your clit and his lower stomach. But he couldn't stick it in, not when Rindou was currently shoving his cock from behind and in between your pussy lips. The younger Haitani held your arms back as leverage for his incessant thrusts; Ran glided your body, grinding your puffy bundle of nerves over his cock again and again, making a mess, as his brother rammed in you. The slick dripping from your cunt worked as a lubricant for his aching cock. Moans, grunts, and each other names flew left and right. The whole room boomed with filthy sounds.

Ran doesn't remember you answering Rindou’s question. Not that you didn't want to, but your brain was too deep in the ache of your gaping hole to care. Not that it mattered when you were making a mess on his stomach.

Rindou kept an animalistic pace, your head bobbing up and down from the force of his hips colliding with the plump of your ass. “Look at her, Ran, beautiful, so fucking perfect creaming on my cock,” Rindou held your face by the cheeks, directing your fucked expression to his brother. Your walls clenched on Rindou’s shaft at his words, your half-lidded eyes connected with Ran’s. The latter groaned at the sight.

You were close, again, the avalanche-like tremors already beginning. Rindou had to push harder to stay in, your walls closing on him, pushing him out—deadly grip on. A string of curses left both brothers’ lips. One too lost on the feeling, and the other too lost on your contorted face of pleasure—a dream for both. The friction created by the constant movement of Rindou’s hips, Ran’s cock bumping your clit, and the wave of praises from whispered to your ears had you cumming in no time. Not far from you was Rindou, flooding your insides in his warm translucent fluids. As Ran saw the both of you reach your peak, the knot on the tip of his cock broke, dirtying your stomach and his. Not a care in the world. Your whines and mewls didn't stop as Rindou kept pumping you full, holding you tight against his chest, not letting you sink on his brother.

Loud breathings and sweating bodies on Ran’s mattress. After your high, Rindou had rolled to the side, still holding you.

“So... When can I have her?” said Ran.

“Never. This is a one-time thing,” replied Rindou as he brushed his fingers through your hair.

“What?!” Ran abruptly sat up.

“Shhh, Y/N’s sleeping,” whispered-shouted Rindou.

“Bullshit, I wanna hold her too,” argued Ran.

“Get your own,” answered Rindou.

“She’s not yours,” insisted Ran.

“At least she’s not scared of me!” countered Rindou.

And the discussion continued for a while. Brothers. You mentally reprimanded yourself; you had to love one and be scared shitless of the other. But now you know why... maybe you liked the latter a little bit too much.

“Told you she’s awake,” Ran nagged to his brother once he saw you smile. “I’ll go and prepare a bath.”

As you saw Ran’s asscheeks retreating towards the bathroom, Rindou spoke to you, “Told you he would never hurt you.”

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