#yuki: shut up. I'm sharp tongued

[httpsserene]

𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟭𝟬: 𝘆𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗱𝗮 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝗮𝗯-𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: your mental state is suffering–you’re not sure if you can handle alphatauri posting another thirst trap of your boyfriend to disguise their inability to build a car that doesn’t break within the first ten laps. but, when yuki posts his own half-naked picture on main? he’s asking for it, at this point. clearly, he’s been spending too much time with pierre. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. ab-riding. pierre gasly is his own warning. no penetrative sex. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: yuki tsunoda x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: drabble. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: best friend • saweetie ft. doja cat

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: this is actually the dirtiest fic, in theory yk. yuki has my heart, and i'm single handedly going to fill tumblr with my posts about him, thank you, good night.

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you can’t stand his smug ass smirk. he knows damn well how you feel about his thirst traps. sure, alphatauri milks any chance of plastering yuki across their social media page to fail at distracting fans from the fact that their the slowest car on the grid, and that they can’t build a car that doesn’t fall apart like legos. but, yuki, posting practically-naked (he’s only shirtless, so really you’re mildly exaggerating) pictures on his main instagram page?? he’s not george-fucking-russell, so, why the hell would he do that?

there’s only two answers to this question, and they’re both correct. one, pierre gasly—the french bastard. you can’t leave them together unsupervised. and two, to make you mad. 9which you very much are, so, yuki achieved what he wanted. he’s especially thrilled, when you shove him down onto your bed, and straddle his lap, angrily tugging his shirt off. yuki grins up at you, satisfied at where a simple shirtless picture lead him to. he should listen to pierre more often, his ex-teammate might have good ideas, however rare they are. once his shirt is off, you freeze, breathing heavily as you drink in the sight of his torso. you lean forward and start sucking marks into his pecs, biting into the meat of his chest, and tracing the definition of his abs with your tongue. yuki’s moans rumble in his chest, and he lets his eyes flutter shut and basks under the thorough claim you’re leaving on his body. at least you’re kind enough to avoid placing any marks high enough to where they could be seen from the neck of a shirt—alphatauri will just have to post pre-filmed videos they have in the vault while your hickeys fade, they’ll survive.

you erratically jerk away again, and strip your bottoms off, shoving your underwear down and tossing them behind you. you tug your shirt up until it bunches under your armpits, and you drag the cups of your bra underneath your chest, causing them to spill over the top obscenely. roughly grabbing at your boyfriend’s hands, you direct them to grasp at your boobs, and command, “keep your abs flexed.” yuki makes a noise of confusion, but you don’t elaborate any further. you lower yourself to sit on his abdomen, and grind across him slowly, testing the waters. your head falls forward from the zing of pleasure that races up your spine, and you quickly start rabbiting your hips across the dips and ridges of his muscles. 

yuki is rendered speechless at your motions. he was expecting you to ride his dick, not his abs. he’s not going to complain about this, though. you’re rubbing yourself off on his torso—your moans are bitten off and rough, and your grinds are deep and forceful to make sure your clit catches on every sharp edge of his abdomen. it’s the dirtiest thing yuki’s ever seen you do, usually he’s the one being unhinged. he squeezes at your chest rhythmically, dropping his hands to your chest eventually to watch how your breasts bounce at every shift you make—he sighs contentedly, this is heaven. 

he brings one hand to reach around you and palm himself over his shorts, but is denied the chance to do so. you hiss at him meanly, and pull his hand back to your waist, eyes flashing at him in warning. yuki falters under the commanding glint of your gaze, maybe he pushed you too far this time. he adjusts his grip on your body and takes some of the load off you, and guides your hips against his body for you—he could feel your thighs begin to tremble in exhaustion and based on how deadest you’ve become on getting yourself off on his abs, he doesn’t want to feel any additional wrath when your release slips from your grasp. 

a squeal of relief rattles through your chest at how yuki does the hard work for you. he moves your body exactly how you crave, and you find it incredibly difficult to remember why you were mad in the first place. instead of your thighs shaking in tiredness—you’re thankfully not used to being the one putting all the work in, your boyfriend’s stamina is appreciated—they begin to quiver as you get closer to cumming. your own hand comes to tug at your nipples, looking for any last flare of pleasure to push you over the edge. the wetness you’ve spread across his abs has started to lessen the friction you feel against your cunt. yuki sees the frustration furrowing your brow, and shifts his right hand down over your navel so his thumb can rub at your clit. you gasp, throwing your head back at white-hot burst of contentment behind your eyes, and all it takes is a few more furious passes of yuki’s fingers on your cunt, as the coil snaps inside your core, and waves of bliss crash over you.

yuki slips his hand away, and guides you to ride out the aftershocks on his abs. he moans at the sight of pure satisfaction on your face, and how you’ve soaked his torso, reminding him what belongs to you, with no room for vagueness. you eventually slow your roll, and fall to the side off yuki. the two of you pant as you stare at the ceiling, allowing the rapid beats of your hearts to slow.

you tilt your head to face him, and smile dopily at the sight of yuki staring at his navel. you’ve drenched him with your release, and it glistens beautifully on his tanned skin. if you were truly unhinged, you’d take a picture with your hand rubbing your wetness across his skin, and post it for everyone to see. the contrasting shades of your skin under the light of golden hour would look perfect. it would probably cost your boyfriend’s career, so maybe that’s not an equal exchange. 

hummingly faintly, you stumble off 9ithe bed, legs still shaking as you walk towards the bathroom. “you can get yourself off. you’re not fucking me for a week—“ yuki makes an alarmed noise, sputtering in disbelief, struggling to find his words, “oh, don’t get mouthy with me. i could make it so you never fuck me again—i just gave you enough material to last you for that long.” you slam the bathroom door shut, and yuki’s mouth hangs open in shock. fuck, pierre. he’s never listening to his suggestions ever again.

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[ryukogo]

okay, i'm back with an actual essay for propaganda! here's why you should consider voting yuki for the green hair and pronouns tournament outside of the fact that the poll ends a day before his birthday! Seven days left until Yuki's birthday!

in order to do that though, i'll need to give context to the world and environment yuki lives in as well as a bit of the circumstances that surround him! i hope nobody minds, i have a lot to say about him.

First of all, what is A3?

This is a description I've already typed up from a previous essay.

"Yuki is from the game A3! Act! Addict! Actors! (Yes, that's the name of the game, that's why it's A3!)

A3! is a mobile game about a theater company known as Mankai Company! Mankai Company is split into four subtroupes named after the four seasons - Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter! This game has a stageplay adaptation, a movie adaptation (using the actors from the stageplay) and an anime adaptation!

The plot of the game is that you play their director, Izumi Tachibana, who must save this theater at risk of shutting down thanks to a huge debt incurred before she arrived after the sudden disappearance of the previous director. And she does all of this in one year!"

link to original source of description/first instance of this description i typed up

Now, who is Yuki Rurikawa?

Also lifting parts of these from my previous essay for him.

"Yuki is one of the members of the Newborn Summer Troupe! They are called the "Newborn" Summer Troupe because they're part of the group that Izumi gathered to try and save Mankai from being shut down.

While Summer Troupe itself don't appear as Summer Troupe until the second "act" of the game's story, you meet Yuki in Act 1 already as an established tailor!

Yuki, at the start of the story, is an independent 14-year old boy that the company's manager enlists to create the costumes for the first Spring Troupe play, Romeo and Julius. This is a single boy who made AND designed all these costumes by himself! And he does this for all the plays that Mankai Company produces afterwards!

His appearance may make him seem demure, but the minute he opens his mouth, he's got a tongue sharper than steel that can cut you down in an instant! He takes no prisoners and gets the job done!"

link to original source of description/first instance of this description i typed up

That's well and good, but why should you vote for him?

Much of Yuki's character in general takes cues from the fact that prior to joining MANKAI Company, he struggled with how to express himself in a world that judges him simply for his interests and the things he likes - which are cute things.

As a character he is quite headstrong and independent - meeting him you are greeted with someone who isn't afraid to bite back if you poke at him.

His first character song, MINORITY, speaks about how he won't let the world decide what he can do or wear or what he likes (cute things), but knows that that sets him up for a lonely road ahead. He won't let the world dictate what he can do, no matter how much it tears him down - but that doesn't stop him from hurting, and feeling all alone in the world.

(link to the full song's translated lyrics on Yaycupcake)

This has taught Yuki to build walls around himself. To build up walls made of his sharp words and barbed tongue-lashings so he doesn't get hurt by anyone ever again.

A3!, like a lot of joseimuke games, is driven by its stories more than its mechanics. Besides the main story and its event stories, all of its obtainable cards have an attached story to them - and a lot of Yuki's character development is contained in both main story and those cards.

One such card is the MANKAI Memory birthday card - named as such because the theme of this year's birthday cards is that each member must locate an object with an associated childhood memory for a bromide photoshoot of things associated with him. For Yuki, it's a dress-up doll.

(The following images/screencaps will all be sourced from Yaycupcake to support my points.)

(card bloomed and raw images source - yaycupcake)

Even from a young age, Yuki has been interested in fashion and cute things. He is lucky to have a family that supports him in his interest in fashion, even if they themselves do not entirely understand the extent at that point.

Yume and Yuu are Yuki's older sisters, with Yume being the eldest, Yuu being second eldest, and Yuki being youngest, making him the baby of the family. So as such, he is able to play off these sorts of things as something older sisters do - at least, to himself.

As seen in the screencap above and below, Yuki seems almost exasperated or nonchalant in front of his family about the whole skirt thing, claiming it can't be helped. However, to himself...

... he really wants to wear more skirts. It's a cute skirt, he wants to enjoy himself and feel comfortable in clothes like these. Even at that age he already has an idea of what he wants.

... and even at that age, there are people judging him.

As he gets older, of course, Yuki begins to reflect more on the him that is presented in MINORITY (his first character song mentioned above) - someone who rejects the normal regarding interests and what 'a boy' should like. This sets up Yuki for the person he is pre-MANKAI.

This story is a flashback/memory. Hence why, later on in the backstage, you see this snippet:

"At that time, I was somewhat conflicted about wearing something cute, and I was worried about what people would think of me. But now I can say that this is who I am and that I like what I like without hesitation."

A good change from the Yuki of before, I'd like to say. But the thing about pre-MANKAI Yuki is that prior to MANKAI, he certainly says what he likes without hesitation - but outside of his own family home, he has no active space that encourages such a thing. He is judged harshly outside of his home, and while he doesn't let it bog him down, it hurts him, and it reflects in the lyrics of MINORITY.

Yuki finding MANKAI Company is instrumental in his development as a person who, while secure in the fact that he knows what he likes, is in need of a safe place to be that isn't home. To be surrounded by people who will treat him with love and understanding, allowing him to grow further. MANKAI Company is full of people of different backgrounds and stories, and yet even so, they embraced Yuki in all his entirety and gave him a place to exercise being his fullest self. He is given a support system that allows him to explore what it means to be someone confident in his identity.

And that's how we get his second character song, Tailor Tailor!

(link to full translated lyrics for Tailor Tailor! - yaycupcake)

Already in comparison to MINORITY, Yuki actively sounds happier with himself, the job he has, the environment he's in, and the people he's surrounded himself with. That's how you know that this young boy was given the chance to explore and figure himself out - and though he has never been explicit about it in character, everyone in MANKAI who has known him, especially his troupe, Summer Troupe (who are essentially tagged as the 'best friends' troupe), gets the message anyway, and continues to encourage it.

Being a tailor, Yuki is in charge of MANKAI Company's costumes. Being a theater troupe, it's a given that eventually, the members will have to explore playing female roles and thus wearing more traditionally feminine attire on occasion.

At the start of the game, Yuki is usually the one playing these, taking on the most female play character roles in the company to date. However, over time, more of the theater troupe begin to explore playing more feminine characters - and outside of that, even wearing clothes that are usually perceived as more feminine/something they don't normally wear!

A friend of mine was willing to wager that because of the positive reception to Yuki's character, more events featuring characters playing more GNC/female roles started coming out ingame. I'm not someone who can properly speak on this section, unfortunately, but I have seen where they're coming from with this.

In the beginning, we had very little from other members of the company. Azuma, who was already rather GNC appearance-wise, plays the role of Orin in Die By The Sword. Taichi, who is probably the definition of disaster bisexual, plays the role of Zero in The Stranger. Apart from Yuki, those were the only actively female play characters at the time.

(I want to just say as a side note, that Taichi's role study/inspiration for how he plays Zero in The Stranger was "a cute but snarky girl he met as a kid who helped him out when he was crying once" but whose face and name he doesn't remember anymore. Despite that, he wanted to be someone who that girl could be proud of today. It's heavily implied - and later confirmed - that that "girl" was, in fact, Yuki himself.)

Much later on down the line, we start getting more of MANKAI dressed in GNC/feminine attire. One event that comes to mind is the Inner Palace event. I have included images of three of the people featured in the event, but there are at least six total who participated in said event dressed as women.

The most recent instances of Yuki creating costumes for female roles are for Citron and Homare Arisugawa.

Homare plays the character Nobara in the Winter Troupe play Sunny Blanc...

... while Citron ends up playing the character of Ritsu in SSR Family! (A fun note about Ritsu is that she's pretty much all but outright stated to be transfem!)

I want to add something about another recent event here, but I'm not entirely sure of the information within it yet, so I will refrain from now. I will reblog in the future if the information is correct and relevant though!

Anyway.

With that being said, I will count those as part of Yuki's influence on the constructs of gender/the increase of more GNC/feminine roles played by his fellow male actors in the world of A3!. Very very very gender of him.

Outside of that though...

Yuki is so near and dear to my heart because of his character development. I've only started playing A3! in 2020, but watching his development from when I first met him in story and seeing how he is now in 2023 genuinely makes my heart swell with affection and happiness. He is one of my biggest inspirations to this day and one of the biggest reasons I'm so attached to this franchise. His story gives me hope that one day I'll also reach that place in my life where I can be happy being all of me as he is.

I'll end this essay for now with one of my favorite Yuki backstages. I used to get very emotional over this with some friends who loved Yuki as much as I did. This card is known as Étoile Boy, and is set at a much earlier point of the A3! timeline than his MANKAI Memory Card.

The backstage associated with this card is called "MANKAI Bears", and it involves Yuki brainstorming with the others in MANKAI on Christmas decor that can be individualistic yet still retain a Christmas-y feel to it.

A person from Yuki's class - implied to be a fan - gives him the teddy bear they won from a claw machine, which Yuki accepts well enough. However, he feels as though something is missing about it.

Later on, Yuki has a dream where the bear is speaking to him. The following conversation ensues.

These words resonate deeply with Yuki - one might even consider it a subconscious call to himself. Especially the final section of the first part of the backstage:

When he wakes up, sometime later on he asks one of his other troupemates in MANKAI, Banri Settsu, to assist him in getting 25 other teddy bears exactly like the one he had now, in order for him to get 26.

Now, you ask, why am I bringing this up? How is this relevant to Yuki?

It's immediately clear in the following scene: Yuki dresses each of the bears up as the members of the company to accompany the original bear - the one that called out to him in his dream with a similar wish to him.

I just think that it's wonderful that Yuki has found such a wonderful support system and safe space to be able to test the bounds and constraints of gender in MANKAI - enough that he recognizes them like his family and finds that he doesn't feel alone when he's with them.

Anyway, thank you for reading!

The Green Hair and Pronouns Tournament Semifinals, Match 2

[natsu-tte-noodle]

A3! Translation: The Hard Fight for Triangle Jokes!? (Tehepero Funny Guy)

This one is interesting because it lets us see a planning process for once!  It was neat to read their plan actually being put into action in the event story.

I did this one a while ago (like. a year), so I think I was still learning how to make ていうか sound natural at the time.  Like with Tenichi, I hope the end result ended up ok lol

@banriapologist​ the manzai providing star is once again our lovely provider ☆

The translation is under the cut. If you see anything that doesn’t seem right, please let me know!

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Izumi: Misumi, Yuki, you two will be participating in the Grand Prix this time, right?

Yuki: Yeah.  So we got together planning to have a prep meeting, but—

Misumi: Hey, hey, let’s make our duo name “Sankaku”~!

Yuki: No.  I mean, I rejected it earlier, too.

Misumi: Then, “Triangle”~!

Yuki: That’s just triangle in English.  You thought I’d allow that?

Misumi: Yuki’s harsh… boooo.

Izumi: N-Now, now.  Misumi-kun’s just throwing out ideas, right?

Yuki: *sigh*...  I guess I should say, the manzai routine should come before the name.

Misumi: Oh, gotcha!  Then, okay!  I wanna do a triangle skit!

Yuki: What?  What’s that?

Misumi: Um well, it’s like this~!

Misumi: —Yes!  Triangle love!

Misumi: Well?  Well?  Doesn’t that seem funny?

Izumi: Umm… you got your incredible love for triangles across, but…

Yuki: Rejected.

Misumi: Whaaaaat?

Izumi: (Looks like this is a hard fight…)

Kazunari: Ah, Yukki and Sumi!  That was fast, you’re already practicing your manzai?

Yuki: Not yet.  We’re in the middle of getting a routine out now.

Tenma: Huh.  Going well?

Misumi: I made up a part~!  Look look—yes!  Triangle love!

Kazunari: Ahaha, Sumi, that’s great!  Mega funny~!

Yuki: …does that look like it’s going well?

Tenma: Oof…

Misumi: Hey, hey, Yuki, why don���t you like it?

Misumi: I showed it to the cats earlier and they said it was funny~?

Yuki: Get back to me when humans find it funny.

Kumon: Ahaha, this back and forth is kinda already like manzai!  It’s funny~!

Kazunari: Yeah!  With this, could we seriously aim for victory!?

Muku: That would definitely be funny enough, but… I kind of want to see Yuki in the funny guy role.

Yuki: The hell?

Kumon: Oh, I kinda get what you mean!  Like, Yuki’s always had the impression of the retorter, right?

Yuki: That’s because a certain hack is a hack.

Tenma: Hey!  I keep telling you I’m not a hack!

Yuki: I never said the hack was you.

Tenma: Ghk…

Izumi: But Yuki-kun’s funny guy side is certainly something we don’t see too often, so it could be fresh and entertaining.

Kazunari: After talking about it, I’m kinda interested in that too~! 

Kumon: Then, this time, Yuki will be the funny guy, and Sumi-san will be the straight man!

Yuki: WHAT!?  Hold on, why are you making that choice on your own!?

Muku: Ah… could it be, Yuki-kun, you hate the funny guy role?  I-I’m sorry… it’s my fault for running my mouth.

Muku: Ughh… I’m an idiot that can’t read the mood, stupid, sloppy, my brain is just the dust that floats in your house…!

Yuki: Nobody’s saying that.  …I complain, but it’s not like I hate it or anything.

Muku: R-Really?  …thank goodness.

Yuki: Well, now that I think about it, I haven’t really been the funny guy much, so it might be a good experience.

Tenma: Then, that’s settled.

Misumi: Oka~y, I’ll do my best as the straight man~!

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Tenma: The funny guy and straight man have been decided, so next is the actual routine.

Misumi: I still want to do a manzai routine with triangle jokes~ Tri-tri-triangle~

Kazunari: It’d be funny, but if there’s only one joke it could be restricting.  Maybe it’d be good to have other ones that you can smoothly sprinkle in?

Kumon: What about prop comedy or something?

Yuki: No, Citrun does that.

Tenma: How about song jokes?  Like a parody, or funny lyrics.

Yuki: If the championship comes down to lyrics, we’d be overshadowed by the shameless poemer.  At least consider that.

Tenma: You’re being real harsh even though people are giving you their thoughts!

Izumi: A routine that won’t feel like it overlaps with the other teams… hmm.

Kazunari: —ah!  Hey, hey, what about this?

Kazunari: Every time Sumi retorts to Yuki’s goofing, he changes between three different personas!

Muku: Wow, that sounds pretty interesting!

Kazunari: Ooh, and what’s more, isn’t rotating between three characters kinda triangular!?

Yuki: No, that’s too much.

Misumi: Whoaaah, it’s a triangle~!  Kazu, you’re a geniu~s!

Tenma: Does that make it a triangle!?  What are you guys seeing!?

Izumi: A-Anyway, Misumi-kun likes Kazunari-kun’s idea.  Yuki-kun?

Yuki: Well, if the person who’s doing it wants to then I guess it’s fine.  The trianglian should be able to handle the different roles too.

Misumi: Ya~y!

Muku: Then, should we think about the three patterns the straight man’s character will have?  What sort of characters do we think would work?

Kumon: Hmm… oh, like a high-and-mighty type!

Yuki: Ahh, so like the hack?

Tenma: Who are you calling a high-and-mighty hack!?

Izumi: Ahaha… um, in that case the others should be easy to understand too, right?

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CHOOSE!

1. Like a sharp-tongued type?

Izumi: Like a sharp-tongued type?  Like, they harshly cut you down.

Tenma: I see, so a cheeky impression like Yuki?

Yuki: Shut up, hack.  Also, that’ll overlap with my character so no.

2. Like a timid type?

Izumi: Like a timid type?  Like, they nervously retort.

Kumon: Like Muku!  In that case, you also need negative wild fantasies!

Yuki: We’d certainly have the element of surprise, but I think it’d be tough since one mistake would turn it into the funny guy.

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Kazunari: Ooh, ooh!  I suggest a straight-laced type!

Muku: The image of a tough guy like Juchan or Sakyo-san!  Misumi-san seems like he’d play that so cool…!

Kumon: In that case, for the last one, what about a super-cheerful character, like a party person!

Tenma: Ah, a trend-following type like Kazunari?

Yuki: Got it… yeah, works for me.  They’ll be easy to tell apart, so the switch should be easy to make too.

Izumi: Then, the straight man’s characters will be a high-and-mighty type, a straight-laced type, and a trend-following type.

Kazunari: Oh~!  Sounds like this’ll be a manzai we’ve never seen before!  Ya~y, it’ll be a smash hit~!

Misumi: Smash hit~!

Yuki: Thanks for the help.  We’ll come up with the rest, so you guys are off the hook.

Tenma: Got it.  All that’s left is to enjoy the performance.

Kumon: Ah~ now I’m SO excited~!

Kazunari: Right?  Will the champion finally come from the Summer Troupe this year!?

Muku: Wow, it’d be amazing if that happened…!

Izumi: We’re cheering for you, so do your best, you two!

Yuki: Yeah, yeah.  …well, grabbing the victory on our first try would be fun too.

Misumi: Oka~y, we’ll take first place with triangle manzai~!

STORY CLEAR

[yukihime-mikeys-girl]

Madness

I am back to where I belong and I successfully worked on the chapter I had promised. I'm so sorry for the delay.

Without wasting any more lines... please enjoy. The next chapter will be up, coming Monday/Tuesday. I had to cut this chapter in half since it was getting longer than what I had anticipated. Please forgive me, it's 5:30 am as I finished proof reading this.

Warnings : humping, cursing, mentions of alcohol, smoking, cigarette burns, fluff, slow burn angst, jealousy, toxic relationships, hurt, abuse, smut?

Minors DNI

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      Sanzu had planned on fixing his relationship with y/n before he did anything that could make her misunderstand, that he only wanted her body. Even so, he could not stop himself from kissing her neck.

‘This much should be allowed right?’

He tried to pacify himself, because if he had to be honest, he had missed her taste so much in these past 8 years. So much, that this very moment, when he had her in his arms felt like a dream. And he was afraid to wake up.

“Say something princess.”, he whispered between open mouthed kisses.

y/n did not plan to be swayed by Sanzu, but her mind had stopped functioning, the moment he had stripped naked and stepped into the tub. Now, his kisses were testing her patience. She was struggling to stay sane under his touch.

y/n unconsciously turned her head to give Sanzu more access to her neck, while moaning under his touch.

“Nghh...... Wh-what do you want me t-to say?”, she managed to stammer. Her eyes were shut as she melted blissfully into his kisses.

Continuing the trail of kisses to reach her cheek, while slowly using his left hand to turn her head towards his own, he stopped the kisses right next to her lips. Breathing in her scent deeply, he kept his lips on her face, as he spoke into her soft skin, “Tell me how much you missed me princess.”

Before she could answer, he captured her lips with his own and licked her bottom lip asking for permission to deepen the kiss.

Lost in a Sanzu fog, y/n failed to hear what he said as her heart was beating erratically. It had been so fucking long that she felt like this.

So damned fucking long.

She opened her mouth, letting his tongue dance with hers as he tried to reach every nook and cranny of her mouth, ravishing her, as if he were having his life’s last meal ever.

As Sanzu felt that y/n was struggling to breathe, he broke the kiss. Bumping foreheads, they both panted for their breaths, as if having run a marathon.

That had to be the hottest kiss in their entire twisted relationship. Or maybe it was just that it had been so long since they’d kissed like this, they’d both seemed to forget how it had felt.

Hugging her even closer, Sanzu repeated his request as he was yet to get a reply from y/n.

“Baby, you never replied.”

“Hmm? What did you ask, Haru?”, y/n asked as she got more comfortable in his embrace while still floating on the serotonin of kissing Sanzu after so long.

“I asked you to tell me how much you missed me, Princess.”, Sanzu whispered in her ear.

y/n felt a chill run up her spine. He could not be fucking asking this question to her, trying to gloss over the past with just one fucking kiss.

‘Sanzu had no right to ask her this. He was the one who had left. How could he be so fucking disillusioned to the point that he had expected her to wait for an eternity while he was out doing who knows what.’

y/n scoffed internally as she straightened from his embrace. The scene from two years ago, of him flirting with her tormentor flashed in her mind as she thought about this. Standing up, she icily replied, “It’s getting late. The water is cold. I am clean now. Please let me go. I need to get dressed.”

Sanzu felt a sharp stab in his chest at her change in attitude. But he didn’t say anything. He knew he’d crossed a line with that question. He’d gotten ahead of himself and it had seemed to slip out of his mouth in the heat of the moment. He regretted it, but he was not disheartened. He planned to make sure that she’d never be able to leave his side. Ever.

Now that she was with him, there was no way he would let her escape. No. The pain of losing her was worse than death. He was not ready to experience it all over again. Because no amount of drugs, Sake or bloodlust would keep him sane now that he remembered what it was like to be with her.

Over time, the pain of leaving her behind had numbed itself. It had taken 7 years for that stabbing hurt to change into a dull pain he’d feel on sunny days. Because they reminded him of her. Too much. So much so that he’d curled up into a ball on the floor, because he felt short of breath and it seemed to hurt everywhere.

Ran had to break through his door once, after hearing Sanzu groan on the phone, when he’d called the junkie to discuss an upcoming mission.

But Sanzu could not utter the words out loud, that his breathlessness stemmed from his missing y/n.

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1 year ago –

            Mikey was putting on his shirt as his doorbell rang. He was not expecting any visitors at this hour.

            y/n had to leave. She was showering in his bathroom.

It was pouring heavily outside.

Opening the door, he saw Sanzu standing drenched in the rain. His face betrayed no emotions, however, his eyes were bloodshot.

It seemed he had cried his eyes out in the rain.

Sanzu was about to enter when Mikey placed a hand on his chest to stop him at the door.

“What do you need?”

“I need information on Nakahara. I need his files. Kokonoi said he’d submitted them to you.”

“Wait here while I go fetch them. I have a guest and do not wish to disturb them.”

“Yes boss.”

Mikey shut the door on Sanzu’s face as he pinched his eyes together.

‘What a bother that the woman he loves is showering in his own home. It would be so easy to break him. All he had to do was bring him inside and wait for him to see y/n naked except for the flimsy towel wrapped around her body.’

But Mikey needed his loyal mad dog. He was an important chess piece.

Mikey would never admit that deep, deep in his heart, he was scared of losing y/n as his mistress. If he messed up the delicate game that she was playing, then he could kiss their sessions goodbye.

And also his family jewels.

Sighing, he went into his study to bring the files that Sanzu had asked for. As he was rummaging, he heard a soft knock on the open door.

Looking up, he saw y/n wearing an extremely flimsy dress, which seemed to cover... almost nothing. It left nothing for him to imagine.

He salivated as he saw her wiping her hair while leaning on his door.

As if in a trance, he left rummaging and walked over to her as he tried to pull her by her waist towards himself.

‘I want her’, was the only thought in his mind.

Smack!

A loud slap echoed as his face started to redden from the impact.

It also brought him out of his hazy lust.

“Mikeyyy~ I think you know. No touching.”, she whispered seductively as she licked his cheek where her palm had made the mark. Blowing on it to cool it, she bit his cheek playfully as she asked, “Who’s at the door?”

Mikey gulped.

This was it. This was the moment. He could either continue just like this or change things between them.

Mikey wanted more. He wanted to touch her, feel her skin with his own hands, kiss her, be inside her.

But reality was different.

He was never allowed to touch her out of his own volition. He always had to sit like a meek dog.

‘Maybe I can change things a little.’, Mikey thought desperately. He was getting tired of humping her stilettoes every time.

He went out and asked Sanzu to give him 10 more minutes and called a guard inside.

“Hold the phone properly and take a clear picture of when I kiss the woman who’s inside. As soon as you click it, upload it to my cloud. Here.”, Mikey instructed him as he gave him his phone.

“Yes Boss.”, he replied.

Mikey then motioned for him to wait for a few seconds before following him inside.

As Mikey reached his bedroom, he gave the guard the signal to get ready as he pulled an unsuspecting y/n by her waist and kissed her as if his life depended on it. He made sure to hold her hands still as he did this because he knew, unlike him, she used her hands in a fight.

y/n was completely taken by surprise by the kiss and had no time to react. By the time she realized what was happening, Mikey had successfully pinned her arms motionless. All she could do was bite his tongue which seemed to explore her mouth thirstily.

Mikey yelped as he separated from her. His tongue was bleeding a little from her vicious bite.

“Ouch, y/n! That hurt!”

Before he could say anything more, he felt a fist connect with his cheek. y/n had punched him hard enough for him to land on his ass on the floor.

The guard who was clicking the pictures was about to drop the phone to save Mikey, when he motioned for the guard to stay still.

Mike smiled from below as he said, “That was uncalled for, but I’ll forgive you this time.”

“That was completely called for you jerk!”, she fumed.

“What had I said about the no touch rule?”

“Well, that kiss was an introduction to the amendments that I want to make to our contract, y/n.”

y/n scoffed.

“Do you even know who you are trying to bargain with?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”, Mikey grinned evilly as he stood up and walked to the guard to take his phone.

“You see, I asked him to take a picture of us kissing like two fools in love for a reason.”

y/n felt her breath hitch. She knew something was wrong. Something was not going according to plan.

“Even though we’re not, that kiss could fool anyone into thinking we’re a couple.”, Mikey continued.

“You asked me who was at the door, right? It’s your beloved Sanzu Haruchiyo. He’s here to pick up some files for work. You know y/n, he looked like a sad kitty who was left in the rain. He’s drenched completely.”

‘No! Haru no! not you. You of all people cannot know I’m here. You cannot know this dirty secret of mine. No. Please no!’, y/n started to panic on the inside.

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She was dressed in that flimsy nightgown from a set which Mikey had brought. Since her clothes were wet, she had no other choice but to wear it.

And because he was well behaved in their past few sessions, she had brought over her favorite flowers today to his house. Purple columbines. She never gifted them to anyone except for Haru. Now, she had just brought them over because it was her birthday today and she felt especially lonely tonight.

There was no need to remind Mikey that it was her birthday today. No, there certainly was no reason for it. She just didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts today.

She had ordered the bouquet from Mikey’s account overseas a week ago. They had finally arrived on time and she had picked them up and trudged towards Mikey’s penthouse. A session with him might just help her forget her lonely thoughts.

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Mikey saw the fear in her eyes. She could mask her feelings well, but he knew fear when he saw it.

Feeling his plan working, he continued to torture her more.

“His eyes are puffy and bloodshot. I think he was crying.”

“What... What do you want from me, you bastard!?”, y/n growled. She could not let her tears fall.

“You see, I want to be able to touch you too. I want our sessions amended. We fuck after a session. I want to kiss your lips as I pound into you. You’re going to let me hold you from time to time when we’re mid play as well. And most importantly, we’re going to have a set schedule to our meetings. Once every week. Saturdays. I’m not completely evil. I’ll let you rest on Sundays since I know you only have the weekends to yourself. If you can agree to these conditions, I’ll keep this picture between us. If not, I can send it right away to Sanzu. Don’t even think about trying to destroy my phone. I’ve backed it up to my cloud too.”

y/n felt backed into a corner. There was no way she was letting this scumbag get away with threatening her, but somehow, he did.

He got away and got a great deal out of it too.

No matter what, her first priority was keeping Sanzu safe and in the dark. He liked the sweet innocent her. The ‘her’ who had died when he’d said goodbye with that kiss. The ‘her’ who liked simple things in life, like hugging her boyfriend, reading books in the sun and eating ice cream in the rain.

Now, even though 7 years had passed, she still wanted to keep that image of hers intact. She could not let him know how far she had fallen. She could not let him know how much she had sacrificed so that she could have power over Mikey, thereby ensuring his safety. She just could not.

Because the ‘her’ who was standing here today was a ruthless vicious yandere bitch. The ‘her’ who would be jealous if he tried to cheat on the past ‘her’.

She knew who she had become, and that she was a far cry from the sweet girl that her Haru loved. Yet, she could not seem to let go of the past. She wanted to at least keep the façade of the sweet girl when she gathered the courage to meet him.

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Sighing out loud, y/n wordlessly walked to Mikey’s bedside drawer and pulled out their contract. She knew he kept it there. He had given her the password to the drawer too.

Picking a pen from nearby, she quickly scribbled at the end and signed.

Capping the pen shut, she walked to Mikey and hugged him.

He felt her go limp in his arms as he caught her body. This was the first time she had shown her vulnerable side to him. He felt a wicked sense of pride at knowing that this was how she was with Sanzu and yet, here he was finally getting the same treatment.

He held onto her waist possessively and dragged her into the hall. His bedroom was still filthy from their previous session. Sucking on her neck to create a hickey, he whispered to her.

“Good girl. I should have done this ages ago.”

y/n whispered back to him, “There’s one thing I won’t allow. You don’t get to have sex with me. Everything else is fine, but no dick in this pussy.”

“Hmm? Why so?”

“Because I am saving myself for my Haru. This is non-negotiable Mikey. If you disagree, I’ll kill you right now and then hang myself. I rather Haru find you and me dead, than give you my virginity.”

Mikey was stunned. The shock of knowing that she was a virgin did not seem to sit right with him. ‘She’s an experienced Dom but still a virgin! How?!’

But now was not the time to ponder over this. It also seemed like a small price to pay in exchange for getting to feel her up on a regular basis.

“Mmm... okay. I agree. I won’t put it inside you. There are a lot of other ways to get me to nut and I look forward to it~”, Mikey said as he kissed her below her jaw.

“Now go wait inside while I send Sanzu away.”

“Please give him a jacket. It’s cold outside. He’s already soaked.”

Mikey heard the quiver in her voice. His jealousy flared. How in the world had that junkie gotten such a goddess to be whipped for him, he’d never know.

“Mikey give Haru a jacket, or else you’re in for a very painful session today.”, y/n threatened weakly since Mikey didn’t respond to her.

“Alright, alright! Jeez... I’ll give him a jacket.”

Walking to the door, Mikey grabbed his own jacket which he had worn and opened the door. Sanzu was still waiting outside, shivering.

Handing him the jacket, another thought crossed Mikey’s mind as he mischievously gave one purple columbine bloom from the bouquet to Sanzu, without saying anything.

He wanted to vent his jealousy. The jealousy of how y/n was madly in love with this druggie and not him.

Sanzu’s eyes became as wide as saucers when he saw the flower. It didn’t usually grow in Japan. ‘How had Mikey gotten hold of this specific flower in this color?’

Sanzu ended up just opening and closing his mouth a couple of times. He’d forgotten how to speak.

“What is it?”, Mikey asked impatiently.

“H-How did you get a hold of this flower?”

“A client sealed a deal today and brought it over. I’m happy about it so I thought I’d give you one bloom out of the entire bouquet.”, Mikey said. He knew he was playing with fire here, but he could not help it.

“They’re her favorites! She never gave them to anyone but me. She’d said it was because she didn’t want to share me with anyone else. That I was hers and hers alone. Forever.”, Sanzu muttered in a daze as he kept staring at the flower.

Mikey controlled his surprise well behind his poker face. He knew y/n liked purple columbines, but he didn’t know the story behind why she loved it and what they meant to her. Sanzu’s words made him feel some sort of way on the inside.

It had been long since he’d felt such care. It’d been long since he felt like he belonged to someone. Like someone who cared. Even if she still saw him as her bratty sub, she still cared enough to bring those flowers to his house.

Mikey felt a rainbow of emotions in that moment. He wasn’t able to pin point if it was happiness, comfort, sadness, jealousy, pride or plain old emptiness. But there was one standing tall in all, and it was guilt.

Guilt for taking advantage of a situation.

A what if crept into his mind, thinking if he hadn’t done what he just did, would she have stopped loving Sanzu and started to love him eventually, seeing as she had brought these flowers to his house today?

Shaking his head physically to rid himself of those thoughts, he asked Sanzu, “who is she?”

“My y/n.”

“Yeah well, they’re not from anyone named y/n.”, Mikey lied through his teeth.

Sanzu felt that something didn’t add up. But not being one to question his boss, he thanked Mikey and took his leave.

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It was still pouring heavily outside.

But it didn’t seem to quench Sanzu’s thirst for his y/n at all.

He was outside Mikey’s building, walking on the pavement, while inhaling the non-existent scent from the flower. He kissed the flower tenderly, hoping against all odds that it would somehow bring y/n in front of him. But it did nothing. He was still standing alone in the rain.

Sanzu trudged along and walked aimlessly. His feet seemed to be on autopilot as he walked towards Snowdrop.

He felt tired.

Tired of waiting, tired of searching, tired of being lonely.

There was a certain purple haired man who was shamelessly chasing him, but he felt nothing for him.

He couldn’t feel the butterflies in his stomach. He didn’t feel his heart racing when he saw the elder Haitani. He didn’t blush and nor did he get any urge to be physical with him.

It wasn’t that Sanzu was straight, no. He knew he was bi right from when he’d read those yaoi mangas with y/n. He’d even ogled at men’s asses with her, just as she freely showed him hot women on the street.

They both were happy to be pervs together.

But he didn’t feel that rush of emotions with anyone but her.

So, instead of doing the healthy thing and moving on from her, he decided it was time to set Ran Haitani straight. Tell him to look elsewhere, because he was about to waste his time on a lovestruck fool like Sanzu.

He brought his phone out and scrolled through his contacts and called Ran.

Ran picked up on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry Ran. I can never love you back. Because you see, I don’t have the fucking space! I’m so consumed by y/n that I don’t have the time to even breathe for another person... Fuck, I’m so sorry. I wish I could love you. Believe me, I tried in my own way, but I can’t. I can’t seem to get her out of my head even though it has been seven fucking years! Seven fucking years, Ran!!”

Ran panicked internally. He could hear the heavy rain and Sanzu’s speech was coming in short gasps. He cut him short and asked with as much patience as he could muster, without letting his anxiety creep out.

“Sanzu, sweetie, tell me where are you? let’s meet and talk okay? You don’t sound so good.”

“Fuck you Haitani! You had one job. One fucking job!”, Sanzu continued to sob into the call, ignoring Ran’s questions.

Ran meanwhile put the phone on speaker and checked the GPS on Sanzu’s phone. All the guilt he had felt for the past one year for installing the tracker on his phone seemed to be washed away when he saw Sanzu’s pin beeping close to Snowdrop. Quickly grabbing a couple of thick jackets and his car keys, he all but flew to the garage, all the while making sure that Sanzu kept talking.

“Yes sweetie, tell me what was my job?”, Ran asked as calmly as possible. Keeping Sanzu on the call was important. He sounded as if he was about to do something stupid.

His hands were shaking while opening the lock to his car.

‘Please don’t do anything stupid. Please.’, he prayed.

“Your one fucking job was to fall in love with someone nice, someone who can give you the time of day and love you back. Why’d you have to fall for a wreck like me, you retard?”

Ran controlled his emotions as he said in the same gentle tone, “Mhm, and what gives you the right to say that you are a wreck?”

Sanzu’s rage boiled over as he growled into the phone, “Fuck you Haitani!, what’s good about me? Huh? You’re just wasting your time on me. I cannot love you. I will never love you. We will never fuck. Because I still love her and I will die loving her. Even if I cannot see her, my heart does not have the space to allow anyone else into it... I... can’t... anymore...”

Sanzu began sobbing softly in the end. He was feeling his heart beating erratically, while there was a slow burning fire beginning in the pit of his stomach.

A car swerved to a stop in front of him as a bumbling Ran flew out of it.

Ran rushed to Sanzu and hugged him into his own jacket.

Sanzu was drenched to the bone.

But Sanzu felt like the cold had seeped into his heart a long time ago .

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Ran had helped him a lot in the past couple of years. At first, he was reluctant to accept Ran’s help, but he’d slowly started to open up. Not completely, but still; he’d spoken about y/n to him on more than one occasion. He knew he was taking advantage of the fact that Ran had feelings for him. But he just felt so lonely at times. He’d gotten himself shit drunk every time before he would have the courage to sink into Ran’s embrace and reminisce about y/n. He knew he was hurting Ran, but he was too far gone in his own pain to stop this reckless behaviour.

Ran, on the other hand was ecstatic. He was used to getting what he wanted the easy way. He had the money, the good looks and the power to get it all, but this was Sanzu. Sanzu had it all too. He was also an elite of Bonten. In fact, since he was Mikey’s second in command, he actually had more power than Ran.

Not that Ran would force Sanzu into anything. No. He was not that kind of a person. But it had been more than a year and Sanzu was still acting oblivious to his feelings. So, when Sanzu finally started melting slowly, he was delirious with joy. Even though he knew that Sanzu was only using him because he missed y/n, nonetheless, Ran was the only one privy to the pink haired druggie’s deepest thoughts, desires and emotions. Something which no one knew, except for y/n.

‘But she wasn’t here, was she? She had broken his heart and was somewhere far, far away.’ She was conveniently out of the picture. Ran had grandiose dreams about being Sanzu’s knight in shining armour. He planned on being the shoulder, Sanzu could lean on when he felt heartbroken, so that he could comfort him and end up making him fall in love; show him that unlike that woman, he would be there for his beloved junkie.

But now she was back. No matter how much he tried, he had shamelessly fallen in love with her when he’d seen her in the dingy cellar. Even though her face was covered with blood, grime, cuts and bruises, he still found her so fucking attractive, that he had groaned internally. Why the fuck was his taste so twisted? He had gone and fallen in love twice in his life, and the same two fucking people were in a relationship.

Ran was sure if he died, the root cause would be heartbreak and it would be because of these two star-crossed lovers that he’d gotten himself involved with.

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After getting out of the tub, y/n walked towards the bed where Sanzu had laid out the bathrobe for her. Wrapping it around herself, she padded towards the mirror to see how bad the damage was. It hurt just below her chest every time she stretched even for a little bit.

The room was dark, save for the continuous dim soft night lights that ran throughout the room at the bottom. y/n was about to switch on the light which lined Sanzu’s mirror, when one of his hands covered hers over the switch and the other covered her eyes.

“I’m sorry I misspoke before. Please rest for today. The doctor will be here shortly. I do not want you getting hurt. Please, y/n, just lie down and the doctor treat all your wounds.”, Sanzu said in a soft whisper in her ear.

He felt tears on his palm which was covering her eyes, yet there was no sound. He was furious at the two scum who had made his y/n feel like this. He planned to make a quick call to Ran once Sakamoto was done bandaging her wounds.

Sanzu moved both his hands to her waist as he gently guided her to his own bed. After helping her lie down in a position which she deemed the least painful, he flipped his phone open to call Sakamoto, who was waiting nearby.

“Come up now. She might fall asleep so treat her wounds with utmost care. If not, I’ll get Tsubaki to ‘help’ you.”

Sakamoto felt the bone chilling threat that Sanzu had promised. He was usually never called by this man. Even if he was, he was always asked to cause pain to the person he was working with. He had never been able to, but over the years, he’d steeled his stomach and learnt a few torturous methods of healing people from Tsubaki.

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Bonten had Tsubaki and Sakamoto. They were opposites of each other. Though both were doctors; who were friends since childhood, it was always the boisterous Tsubaki who had bossed over the meek Sakamoto. If Tsubaki was the one who filled anthills with water, Sakamoto was the one who would free the butterflies which were caught in nets. No matter which angle an outsider would see from, they looked like two people who should never get along well. However, Bonten knew better. Everyone except Tsubaki knew, that Sakamoto was crazy in love with her. He always had been. It was the reason why he was able to handle the requests he was given by Bonten.

Tsubaki was always called when they needed to torture yet keep people alive. She was ruthless in the way she helped take care of wounds on the people to be tortured. She never used anaesthesia. There were a few times when she had performed operations and surgeries to collect kidneys without anaesthesia, just because the face of the goods didn’t look good. Mikey had kept her around for the very fact that she was just as ruthless as the others in Bonten. However, her only condition was that Sakamoto be hired along with her. She always saw him as someone who needed to be protected by her.

Sakamoto could never handle hurting insects, much less humans. So when he was hired by Bonten, he had retched out his insides the first time he was forced to remove a bullet from Kokonoi’s stomach. This was because Koko had stupidly asked him to not give him anaesthesia and then howled at the amount of pain that he’d gone through.

Sakamoto had managed to keep still till he reached his house, a two-bedroom home that he shared with Tsubaki. Once inside, he’d rushed to the bathroom and hurled the whole night, while Tsubaki took care of him. Suffice to say, the affection he’d felt from Tsubaki that night spurred him on, in a twisted way to try and learn torturous methods of cure, just so that he could come back and get babied by Tsubaki.

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Sakamoto entered Sanzu’s house. He’d never been here ever before, so he was pleasantly surprised to see Sanzu’s house so neat, chic and modern. He’d half expected him to live in a rich dump littered with cigarettes, drugs and bottles of alcohol strewn around.

Sanzu stopped Sakamoto at the door and whispered menacingly.

“If she’s asleep, don’t you dare wake her up. She’s extremely tired and needs to rest. Even I know that much. And don’t touch her unnecessarily. I’ll be right beside you to break your fingers if I feel you even thinking a single dirty thought about her.”

Sakamoto gulped audibly. Who was this woman who had Sanzu behaving so possessively? Nonetheless, he nodded in agreement as he was led to Sanzu’s bedroom. Sanzu meanwhile moved towards the kitchen to prepare a bowl of rice porridge for her to eat if she were to wake up in the middle of the night.

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y/n was lying peacefully, tucked into the plush covers. Even though the room was comfortably dark, she was wide awake. Now that it was safe, and the adrenalin was no more fueling her fight or flight instinct, she felt horrible pain take over every part of her.

After being coddled by Sanzu in the tub and also while being tucked into bed, y/n finally felt reality hit her. How a co-worker that she knew had turned out to be the person who wanted her dead with no dignity left; how Sanzu and his Bonten elites had reached just in the nick of time to save her and most importantly, how her gamble had miraculously worked. Smiling to herself, she waited for Sanzu to return.

However, the man entering the room was not Sanzu, it was a stranger. Sanzu was nowhere to be seen. Although he gave off pleasant vibes, y/n was not one to risk it. She tried to move, only to feel her body give up on her. The abuse from the past week coupled with no sleep had made her body like stone. The only thing that seemed to work was her voice.

And so, y/n screamed bloody murder at the top of her lungs.

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Sakamoto flinched when he heard her scream. He stopped in his tracks. Sanzu pushed past him to walk towards y/n. He swiftly grabbed her limp body into his arms as he shushed her.

“Baby, I’m right here. Shh, it’s alright.”, he cooed tenderly to her.

Once she seemed to calm down, he whispered to her, “He’s the doctor I called over to take a look at your bruises. Don’t worry, you’re safe here. No one will ever trouble you ever again. I’ll always protect you, my princess.”

“C-can you p-please stay beside me? I don’t trust anyone but you, Haru. P-please.”, she stammered out of fear.

“Of course, I’ll be right by you. Okay?”

“Mmm”

Sanzu kissed her cheek as he moved to the other side of the bed to sit atop the covers. He felt a sick sense of pride at seeing the woman he loved being afraid of everyone except him. He casually started cooking plans on how to continue and encourage this behaviour so that she could never leave him.

She needed only him. No one else. There was no need for her to have contact with anyone else but him.

That way, he could keep her safe and always with him.

He held her shoulders gently and made her sit up as he signalled Sakamoto to come over.

Sakamoto finally came in and placed his bag beside her. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he first checked her pulse on her wrist. He could feel Sanzu glaring daggers at him as he did so, since he had to hold y/n's wrist.

“l/n-san, I’m a doctor, so please don’t feel shy to tell me things, okay? I can help you better that way.”, Sakamoto took on a gentle tone as he spoke to her. He felt as if he was trying to tame a cornered wild animal.

“Okay, Dr. Sakamoto.”

“Good. Now, tell me where all does it hurt?”

“Umm, well... it hurts a lot when I try to stretch or stand up straight. And I feel like my skin is burning everywhere. I’m holding in the pain.”

“l/n-san, I am lifting your robes, okay? I need to see if there are bruises.

“No Sakamoto! You are not touching my woman anywhere or going to look at her naked body.” Sanzu snarled as he instinctively pulled y/n into his embrace.

“Ow, Haru, it hurts. Let him check since he’s a doctor, besides, you’re here for me, so he cannot do anything.”

Sanzu’s twisted pride at her words tried to make it’s way in the form of a smug smile on his lips. Not one to show his emotions to outsiders, he tried to nonchalantly say, “Hmph, you better keep your mind clean Sakamoto. And I dare you to breathe a word about her to anyone.”

“Calm down Sanzu, I am a doctor first and foremost. And you already know that I have someone I cannot seem to get. I have no interest in Ms. l/n like that.”, Sakamoto huffed. He was starting to get pissed off at how possessive Sanzu was behaving. But he dared not voice it, for he knew how wild Sanzu could get if he got mad.

“l/n-san, it seems that you might have bruised your ribs.”, Sakamoto said as he touched y/n just below her breasts. She had winced and gripped Sanzu’s hand tightly.

Sanzu held in his jealousy because of the way she squeezed his hand. He could feel that she was barely holding onto the scream and the entirety of it was directed in the painful grip that she had over his palm.

“Sanzu, I need to bandage the lower portion of her body, so you need to hold her still. l/n san, this might hurt a little bit, so please bear with me. You need to keep the lower half of your body straight for a couple of weeks so that the bruised ribs do not get aggravated.”

“Mhm, okay doctor.”

“Ahem, Sanzu, I need your help here. l/n san, are you able to lift your arms up?”, Sakamoto asked, as he gestured by holding his arms at shoulder length.

“Let me try...”, y/n raised them just a little and yelped in pain.

“Hmm, I figured as much. Sanzu, please support l/n san’s arms so that they can be held at shoulder length while I wrap the bandages around her torso.”

Sanzu grunted in agreement. He then gently slid his arms below hers and very slowly lifted them higher and higher as Sakamoto had instructed. It looked as if y/n was leaning on a window sill. A handsome, lithe, strong window sill that had bright pink hair and chiseled features.

Once Sakamoto was done wrapping her up, he pulled out an ointment from his bag and handed it to Sanzu.

“You need to apply this and wrap up the places where she has these types of red bruises.”, Sakamoto spoke as he pointed to the red welts on her arms.

“Don’t worry, l/n san, this ointment will help cool the bruises. Since it’s a little oily, wrapping the area in a bandage is cleaner.”

“Thank you very much, Doctor Sakamoto. I do feel a bit better now.”

“Mhm, please call me if you face any other problems.”

“I will.”

“No she won’t. You’re not allowed to look at her body the next time.”

“Haru!”

“What!? He’s already seen enough skin. He should be thankful that I haven’t blinded him yet.”

Slapping her small palm on Sanzu’s mouth, y/n smiled sheepishly as she said, “Please do not listen to him. I will call you if I have any further complications.”

Immediately turning to Sanzu who was about to lick her palm, she retorted, “Don’t you dare lick my hand Haru, or else I’m leaving right now!”

Sanzu stopped his tongue on time. Even though she could not escape in her current state, he still took her threat seriously. He could not afford to lose her again.

Sakamoto hid his fear behind a mask of his business smile as he packed up his things. He dared not show his shock at the fact that such a tiny weak and frail woman was able to tame the wild card of Bonten to such an extent.

Sanzu was known to not listen to anyone except maybe Mikey at times, when he felt like it. The rest had to send in their requests to him via Mikey if they needed any sort of help from the resident druggie.

So, seeing him so meek and tame, listening to the woman sitting in front of him like a good little trained dog shocked Sakamoto to the core. Sanzu was the equivalent of a well-trained, vicious Doberman Pinscher, which would bark at anyone coming close to it’s baby master. However, his behaviour towards her was a complete 180 degree turn of what it was towards others. He’d turn into a fluffball who would be walked upon by her and yet, he’d just smile and let her be.

If Sakamoto was honest, he had nearly pissed his pants the moment he saw her playfully putting her palm on Sanzu’s mouth. He fought his reflex to warn her against doing so, because he had seen how delicately the druggie had handled her while he was wrapping her bruised ribs.

Standing, Sakamoto bowed to the two love birds and left towards the entrance.

Sanzu kissed y/n's cheek as he said, “I’ll see him out and bring you a bowl of porridge. Till then, here’s the remote to the TV. Find what you like and wait for me, okay?”

“Mhm... don’t be too long and don’t harass the doctor please. I’ll be very angry if I know that you have. He was only doing his job.”

“...”

“Haru, you won’t get a taste of my pussy ever, if you do anything to the doctor. I. Mean. It.”

“Okay okay! Jeez, I was just going to threaten him a little bit.”

y/n pouted and closed her legs as if to show him what his punishment would be.

Groaning, Sanzu ran a hand through his hair as he promised not to do anything to Sakamoto.

Grumbling to himself over how the stupid doctor had cockblocked him, he went to close the door. He knew long before that Sakamoto would have run away but he still wanted to mess with y/n for a bit when he said that.

Sanzu waited for the porridge to be done, as he stood in the kitchen. He called up Ran in the meanwhile.

“Hey pretty boy, finally remember me?”, Ran’s voice came a little more grumpier than he wanted to sound.

Sanzu sighed audibly and pinched his eyes as he spoke softly, “Ran, stop it... You know I can’t meet you like before.”

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Unknown to Sanzu, y/n heard this as she was standing close to the entrance of his bedroom.

And it hurt.

It hurt to know that she was the only one stuck in the past, whereas he had moved on to another man.

Not even a woman, but a man.

Not any man. The man who put Gods to shame.

Haitani fucking Ran.

She stood no chance of getting him back.

Slowly walking towards his bed, she switched on the TV and set the volume loud on some random channel. Her mind seemed to be in a mess.

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Oblivious to the fact that y/n had heard him, Sanzu continued on the phone.

“I never led you on, Haitani. We’re just friends. Be glad that I consider you one. Because no one else fits the bill.”

Swallowing his jealousy for y/n, Ran laughed it off and said airily, “Now now, don’t get your panties in a bunch Sanzu-kun. You know I always flirt with you. Don’t take it seriously, unless you have fallen for me~”

“Cut the crap and listen.”

“Such a spoilsport. What do you need done?”

“What’s the status of Kriss and Naoki?”

“Sir! Bullets were removed in the most painful manner. Tsubaki had a ball. She made them scream till Naoki passed out. Kriss, is still screaming since the past few hours. Tsubaki seems to be taking her time, saying that the bullet was shattered, so she’s still plugged her ears and is removing the bullets with blunt rusted tools.”

Sanzu smiled evilly. He had high hopes from Tsubaki to torture the two rats. She had outperformed. It was close to 11 at night and if Kriss was still screaming, it had to be a good 4 hours by now.

“Good. I need you to do a couple of things.”

“Anything for you, my master~”

“Ran stop flirting and listen to me for a goddamned minute for once!”, Sanzu screamed into the phone. He slapped his hand on his face when he realized what he had screamed and how, y/n might have heard it. Peeping into his room, he saw her watching the television.

Sighing to himself, he hissed into his phone, “Listen here, you little shit. I don’t want to mess things up with y/n. You of all people know this. Don’t, please, I beg you, please don’t do this. I don’t want her to misunderstand.”

Ran felt a pang of hurt. It seemed that replacing his hard-earned place in Sanzu’s heart was very easy for Sanzu. It hadn’t even been a few hours since y/n had entered their lives and Sanzu’s attitude towards Ran was back to what it was 5 years ago. It was all back to square one between them. The only difference: He had begged to be left alone.

Sanzu never begged anyone. It seemed there was still hope for him if he could play his cards right.

‘Sanzu, I fucking helped you to try and get over her and this is my reward when she came back. Fine. I’ll get you, or her. No matter what, I will fucking be the third wheel in your relationship.’ Ran thought maliciously.

“Okay lover boy, I’ll flirt less with you. Tell me, what do you need?”

“First, tell Tsubaki she’ll get the promised amount and a bit more by tomorrow. I cannot leave y/n alone tonight, so I’ll wire the money to her once I inspect her handiwork.”

“So you’re not coming here as you promised?”, Ran asked sounding like a puppy left in the rain.

“No, I am not. Which is why I need your help with the second thing.”

“Hmph, I’m doing it, only because you have a pretty mug, you druggie.”

Sanzu chose to ignore Ran’s flirting as he continued, “Pull out Kriss’s nails completely and dip her fingers in hot bubbling beeswax. Any other wax which has a higher boiling point and can hurt more, that will work too. This will be step one of her pain. She hurt my princess so she deserves a lot more. I will personally make her life a living hell. She is going to wish that she was dead.”

Sanzu let out a crazed laugh as he finished speaking.

Ran shuddered for a second. He knew Sanzu was ruthless and usually kept this form of torture only for those who had crossed Mikey and/or taken matters to the very extreme. It was also the very last torture that he’d used. Hearing him say now that this was step one, chilled Ran’s bones.

‘How precious was l/n y/n to Sanzu that he was pulling out the big guns for her revenge?’

“I’ll be coming by tomorrow morning to see how it’s going. Make sure that tonight, all her nails are pulled out and her fingers are dipped into the wax.”

“Isn’t it a little excessive for the first step?”, Ran questioned. He wanted to probe how far Sanzu could go for this girl.

“...”

“Sanzu, you there?”

“Ran, I am giving this order as your superior, as Bonten’s second in command. Do not question me unless you want to be treated the same way.”, came Sanzu’s cold declaration.

“... You don’t need to get so uptight. I’ll see to it that it’s done. Make that woman scream all night.”

“Good.”, Sanzu sighed. He then continued in a deflated voice, “Nothing is above y/n for me, Ran. Nothing and no one is above her for me. I’ll stoop to the depths of hell for her. Ran, you of all people know how much she means to me. Or at least I have blabbed about her to you. I know I have.”

Ran could hear how tired Sanzu sounded. Feeling guilty for adding to his stress just now, he whispered into the phone, “Haruchiyo, I’m sorry. I know it all and yet, I said things I should not have, I promise, I will help you get revenge for l/n-san. Please don’t be mad at me.”

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Sanzu could sense that Ran was close to tears with the way his voice quivered at the end. He’d only called him Haruchiyo when he thought Sanzu was drunk out of his mind, when his voice was laced with his passion.

Sanzu had heard him go on and on a couple of times, when Ran had poured his heart out to the druggie, thinking that he was drunk and out cold. Those were the two times, he’d heard Ran call him Haruchiyo.

Sanzu realized what calling him Haruchiyo meant to Ran.

It was the way y/n always called him Haru.

This was Ran’s way of showing his affection. The affection, which spilt into their conversation today.

Ran would do anything for his ‘Haruchiyo’.

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Ran was the one who had comforted him. Because he was madly in love with him.

But he sounded hurt as he apologized and asked Sanzu not to be mad.

And Sanzu finally realized why.

He was asking Ran to help him with his revenge for y/n.

He was asking the man who had a crush on him to help with his revenge for the woman who was his love rival.

Sanzu felt like shit.

He opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t know how to comfort this man.

Luckily, Ran ended the call before things could get awkward.

Sanzu switched off the porridge which was done and slumped to the floor with a thud, clutching his head.

This triangle was becoming a lot more complicated than he had expected.

And it seemed that the storm was just beginning. Someone was bound to get hurt.

“I don’t wanna hurt you Ran.”, he whispered to himself.

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Even with the TV on, y/n had heard Sanzu yell, asking the elder Haitani to stop flirting with him. He had sounded exasperated. But there seemed to be a sort of closeness even at that volume.

The type of closeness that she’d shared with him eight years ago.

And it stabbed her like a sharp knife.

Here she was, waiting for him for eight fucking years and he had hopped off into the arms of another man.

‘Baby, had I seen this happen two years ago, I would have left you alone to be with him. But blame your own bad luck that we met now. I’ll make sure that I’m the only one on your mind. And I will tame the Haitani for trying to steal you.’ y/n thought maliciously.

She heard the thump of someone falling after a while, so she rushed outside, only to hear Sanzu whisper to himself, “I don’t wanna hurt you Ran.”

She stopped in her tracks and grinned through the pain.

‘I’ll make you watch, Haru. I’ll make your life a living hell for cheating on me.’

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"you can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?" Kagami and yuki maybe???? 🤔👀

"you can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, please?" i'm finally catching up on prompts uh oh

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Yuki cannot find his breath. Chest heaving and a deep flush on his cheeks, he writhes impatiently amidst stuttered gasps and desperate whines. He's half delirious already; decorum and poise thrown readily out the window. Eyes squeezed tightly shut behind the soft rasp of silk, blind and bound with wrists crossed high above his head. Coiling rope around his slim arms, around pale expanse of thighs and calves; keeping him stretched and spread. A wanton display, a feast for the eyes; Kagami drinks of it deeply as he runs teasing fingertips down Yuki's naked chest.

He flinches, unable to stop himself; at such a disadvantage he doesn't know when the next touch will come, where Kagami will deem to next hold him or caress him or bruise him. Kagami is fully clothed, a sensuous contrast that only adds to the sensation. Cotton fluttering against his sweat-slicked skin, and only the minimum amount of cloth pushed down or to the side to allow his weeping cock to brush again Yuki's center. It's a heady thing, and once more there are pleas slipping past his plush mouth.

"Please," Yuki whimpers through bitten lips, "have mercy."

Not the agreed-upon signal to stop, though Yuki knows he's dangerously close to his limit. He'd been brought to release four times already; dragged to it, forced through it. His cunt pulses and drips and aches, so deeply he thinks he may be able to feel it in his chest with every gasping breath.

Kagami hums softly beneath his breath, short nails dragging across Yuki's abdomen. A hiss in response, as Yuki's thighs tense and struggle to come together against the pull of the rope. Any pressure on his cunt, any relief he can grasp and hold tight to that will save him from his broken haze of delirium.

His back bows above the pillow bunched beneath him, sticking to his flushed skin as he shifts his hips. Kagami does not answer to his begging, choosing instead to sink inside his fluttering cunt in one sure thrust. Yuki's cries are lost to his palm as Kagami covers his mouth, lips and teeth on the side of his throat. The angle makes it so the head of his cock brushes against that sweet spot inside him, and a still-sane part of Yuki is aware enough to hold in his screams.

"I wish you could see yourself, hime," Kagami groans into his neck, pulling out slow before jerking his hips forward. Very nearly brutal, as Yuki's moans shift into sobs. He takes no quarter, content to fuck him until his thighs are bruised. His pants are saturated with Yuki's arousal and release, and he watches, hungrily, the shine on his cock each time he pulls out.

"You're stunning," Kagami continues, hips snapping forward as his voice shifts to a low growl. Hands tight on Yuki's trim waist, fucking him desperately. The stretch is pleasant, but the over-sensitivity on his aching cunt is enough to have Yuki trembling; all tense muscles and nerves set alight.

"Please," Yuki mumbles around thick fingers, between sharp cries and gasping breaths. His chest feels tight; it's too much, too much. Each time Kagami fills him has stars dancing behind his lids; he wants it, wants to feel each and every thing Kagami makes him feel. But his body cant keep up, cant keep giving him what it is he wants.

Kagami's fingers slip past his chapped and swollen lips, pointer and middle fingers pushing down on his tongue. Even exhausted and spent and utterly on fire, Yuki obeys; mouth closing and cheeks hollowing as he sucks, eagerly and dutifully.

"One more, hime," Kagami croons softly, picking up his pace as he leans back on his knees. His thrusts are shallow but quick, head of his cock kissing his cervix. "One more for me."

Yuki soaks the blindfold with desperate tears, shaking his head and whining around his fingers. Back arching clear off the bed, he grazes his teeth over Kagami's fingers. "I cant."

"You can."

Before he can string together a coherent thought, Kagami is slipping out of both mouth and cunt. A stark emptiness in his cunt but a sharp glance of relief; Yuki goes slack atop the bed, mouth dropped wantonly open as he sucks down and swallows air greedily. His thighs twitch with the barest breeze, and he wonders just how long Kagami's mercy will last when his mouth sears against his cunt.

A scream, this time; Yuki unable to keep it contained as Kagami's moan vibrates against his center. Heated mouth, eager tongue; he licks and sucks and swallows everything Yuki gives him, bringing him to the edge mercilessly. Yuki writhes on the sheet, fervor and intensity focused on his swollen clit and fluttering hole. Three fingers pushed inside, an easy glide. Lips wrapped around his clit, digits curling to push right against that rough patch of skin within him -

Now that they've been released, his screams refuse to stop. Too much, too much; too much happening, too many sensations. He cannot find his breath as his release washes over him once again, plucked from his desperate body amidst sharp cries. Kagami fucks him through it, arousal running down his wrist and soaking his hand; his tongue tracing gently around his clit. Heaven, hell; caught between.

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plz go read Exquisite Sights and Sounds right now (it's YKT smut)

Title from the poem "Death--Divination" by Charles Wharton Stork

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"Rat. Are you awake?"

Yuki is. Of course he is. The knock on his wall that should surprise simply doesn't.After yesterday's open-window fiasco he had come up with enough excuses to barely see Kyo or Tohru, and skipped out on dinner again— he'd found a tray of steaming soup and rice left at his bedroom door when he finally ventured out, surely courtesy of Tohru. He felt embarrassed the entire time he was eating it (delicious, as usual); why couldn't he be grown up and pretend everything was normal like those two were doing?

He gets up and taps back, then puts his ear to the wall.

"Tohru has something she wants to tell you."

He can hear her rough breathing. So they're starting up again.

"You've been avoiding us, Yuki-kun. I don't like that. A-And Kyo-kun doesn't eith— ah...!"

Kyo shushes her harshly.

"You know it's true," she whispers back. Then, louder, "So, Yuki-kun, I have a," a broken moan, "a deal for you."

Yuki's been half-hard since he started listening, the Pavlovian response already inescapable. He shuts his eyes and inhales slowly, hand trailing down to his pajama waistband.

What is he doing with you?

"He's, oh, he's just teasing me with his finger. I'm on my hands and knees, Yuki-kun."

Dear god. He said it out loud, enough so she could hear, and he hadn't intended to at all. A whimper sneaks out of him before he bites his lip to cut off anything more.

"Tell him what you wanted to, baby, or that's all you're getting." Kyo must be speaking right in her ear, because his voice is right in Yuki's too.

"But— but the deal... Whatever happens here stays here. And if you... if you still spend time with us outside of this, the way we always do, and if you can pretend this only exists during these moments... Then we'll let you watch us."

He jumps to full hardness immediately, a moan tumbling free as he shoves down his pants and starts stroking, heart beating wildly. "Please, fuck, I'll do anything, please...!"

"That's— K-Kyo!— That's good. Okay. Then that's what we'll do. Kyo, please, wh-what are you...!"

"Good girl," Kyo says, voice rough. "I wanna give you something special for that. And you, rat." There's some rustling, creaking; what position are they getting into now? And then his hand smacks the wall and Yuki jumps, dick throbbing. "Make it to the weekend. Saturday. If you keep our agreement 'til then, you'll get your reward."

It's only Tuesday. Yuki doesn't care, even though that might as well be a lifetime away. "Yes, yes," he whines, and he doesn't care, not with Tohru echoing him desperately.

"Oh, Yuki-kun, he's— his tongue, he's l-l-licking—!"

"Oh, god," Yuki gasps, shuddering at the image in his head. He wants to be tasting her right now, wants to make her ride his mouth while Kyo fucks him into the sheets.

Tohru shouts for Kyo, a thump that must be her head hitting the wall, and then: "Yuki-kun, wait for me. You can't... you can't c-come until I tell you."

Instantly he stops, shaking with the effort. Tohru's... command has him dangerously close already, but Tohru doesn't sound far behind, chanting Kyo's name.

"Yes, yes, oh, right there!"

"Tohru," Yuki says, barely a whisper. "Come on, sweetheart, please..."

A short, sharp scream that turns into a sobbing moan, begging for more. And then silence, just heavy breathing, and then she says, hoarse-voiced, "Are you still hanging on?"

He started teasing himself again, listening to her reach and then tumble through her orgasm, but he hasn't given in. "Yes. I've— I've waited."

Kyo laughs softly. "Didn't think you had it in you."

Fuck you, he definitely only thinks, feeling suddenly smug.

"Good boy, Yuki-kun. You can go ahead now."

He's nearly there before she's finished speaking, that phrase unleashing broken gasps and a desperation ten times stronger than anything he's felt since all this started. And he moans her name, and even Kyo's, when he does finally come, his entire body a live wire that almost has him sobbing against the wall; he just gasps raggedly, inhaling oxygen like someone drowning.

"Oh, that's so good, you did so well..." That's Kyo, Kyo is saying that, and then he groans right into the wall, and there's no way any of that is getting unpacked just yet.

He doesn't want to hear them.

He could listen to that praise forever.

"Thank you," he moans out. Delirium and exhaustion, maybe, but he means it.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Yuki-kun."

He sits on the floor against the wall, staring out at nothing, for who knows how long before he cleans up and gets back into bed.