i lov gojo so much it physically pains me to read long fic for him bc they have to end. like chest pains and i always cry a little help why isn’t he in my bed.
my heart burns for you
I wish to see you again
just to kiss you
just to hug you
just to feel you
you’re the reason I feel.
all I want is you.
I want you so bad.
Synopsis // Y/n has always been a faceless girl. Insignificant, unimportant, a background character in her own life. Someone who will never do or be anything worth mentioning. She lives her life like a shadow, lurking but never moving unless other's do it first. All that changes when Ran Haitani becomes seemingly obsessed with her. So much for a peaceful freshmen year. How will she handle this flamboyant playboy and her own insecurities?
Genre // Angst, fluff, smut
Warnings // Non-consensual acts, stalking, nudity, sex, oral (f & m), descriptive sexual content, bullying, depression, smoking, drugs, degradation, kidnapping, violence, emotional abuse, codependency, (adult) underaged drinking, parties, yandere tendencies.
Rating // Not meant for underage consumption, 18+ only.
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my pussy is throbbing for satoru <3
❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐒 ❞
★ PAIRING : BONTEN!MIKEY + FEM!READER
★ WARNINGS : 18+, baby trapping, noncon breeding, mentions of self harm, implied stalking, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned
★ SUMMUARY : you are the light of his life and the fire of his loins, he has to make sure that you'll never leave. How could he let the only thing keeping him alive go?
⊹ .˚ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
"Mikeyy.." you sighed holding his hand tighter as rock his hips in a wave-like motion into yours, you looked so beautiful on the pink silk sheets, sobbing for his cock once pretty makeup now all messy and running down your cheeks. Such an angel.
You are mikey's everything
You are light in the darkness of his tragic life
Mikey never thought he would meet someone who could make him feel the way you do, he felt dead without you. The only way he could feel something was by the blade of the knife he carries around on his sensitive and Touch starved skin.
But now that you are here and are taking care of him, makes him feel happy, he hasn't felt like that in a long, long time. Not after his brother and friends died, you know what a tragic life Mikey had behind him, so you made it your goal in life to at least try to keep him away from all the bad stuff he surrounds himself with.
Just because of you Mikey stopped smoking or doing drugs, at least when he was with you, he still smoked a little, but you understand that addictions are hard to get rid of.
"What is it, angel.." he kissed your temples as he too gripped your hand tighter at how tight your perfect pussy is "please f-faster- f-feels so good" you moaned against his lips, Mikey immediately kissed you and picked up the pace of his hips.
Mikey is in love with you, he wants to marry you and have a family. But the thing is, you just wanted to be friends with him..who sometimes just have really good sex.
But Mikey took that the wrong way, even though you have told him your intentions. Mikey just ignored it, thinking you just don't want to marry one of the most wanted gangsters in Tokyo.
But you don't understand, he would quit all of this if you just agreed to give him your everything, your mind, your heart, soul, and body. That's all he's asking for.
"So pretty..fuck.." Mikey lowly groaned as he kept strong eye contact with you, that when you tried to look away he just grabbed your face to make you look at him again.
"H-haaah!" You cutely whined as Mikey's long cock fucked you into the mattress, making the bed squeak and the metal bars hit the wall behind it.
Mikey suddenly started to speed up even more and pressed your thighs against your chest, making his cock bully your cervix with every thrust.
Mikey knew what he had to do, it hit him like a train. He has to impregnate you, you have no choice but to stay with him. And if you would get rid of it he would just fuck another one into you, he doesn't care about anything but you.
You're the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up and the last thing when he goes to sleep.
He needs you to stay with him, and he will do whatever it takes to make you stay.
"MIK-AHH!" you suddenly choked out as he kept hitting your sweet Spot, making your toes curl and your back arch off of the sheets.
Mikey knew how to impregnate people to make sure they're 100% pregnant, he looked it up just in case you would give yourself to him, but now he just has to force you.
Mikey needed to make you cum multiple times before he cums inside you, and Mikey knows for a fact that you're not on birth control, you don't really think you're not being watched by him when you're alone, right?
You all of a sudden started to convulse around him and then your pretty eyes rolled back into your head as your mouth was wide open, so Mikey just took that opportunity to kiss you and lick your sweet tongue.
"Aww..did you cum, baby?" Mikey huffed as he tried to not slow down or cum, which was hard.
You just dumbly nodded still same facial expression but more pained as you noticed he didn't stop pounding into you after you came, the overstimulation just made you dig your sharp nails into his forearm and back before you came once again.
This was mikey's chance, he can cum and breed soon to be his womb now.
"Shit..m' gonna cum, angel..gonna let me cum inside right?" Your eyes filled with tears and you started shaking your head while trying to get him off you but to no avail, you were too weak and Mikey was still flexing every muscle in his body.
You couldn't say anything because he just kept hitting the spot that made you cream on his cock.
Your pussy involuntarily clenched down on him and Mikey took this as a yes.
"Gonna fuck a baby into you, over and over again—fuck!" Mikey groaned as his aching cock finally let the thick and hot Fluid flood your pussy, it was so much, it was so warm.
You hated it
You didn't want this
You wanted mikey to stop
But he didn't, he won't, he couldn't Not until he is sure you are pregnant even if he wanted to, he couldn't help this animalistic feeling of how your pussy kept sucking him in, you're gonna keep on being a good girl and milk his cock dry and stay with him forever.
FT. mikey. draken. baji. kazutora.
+ everyone wants a piece of kazutora’s girlfriend.
CW. afab!fem!reader. foursome. cucking. unprotected sex. facial. blowjob. handjob. cum eating. threats. consumption of alcohol.
AN. 18+, minors dni. wc. 2.6k
Spilled bottles and reeking alcohol. The sweet scent of cake mingling with the bitter stench of cheap beer. Sugar on your lips and a crease on your otherwise flattened skirt. Lipstick stains on your boyfriend’s cheek and perfume that doesn’t belong to you though it sticks to your skin all the same.
You’ve heard about how easy men are. How one little bat of your lashes make them go dumb in the head and aching for attention. While it’s quite humorous—pathetic, for a better word—the length they go just for a little taste really is embarrassing.
Kazutora doesn’t hang out with his friends all that much. There’s no particular reason other than that wherever he goes, you go. While he’s confident (or violent) enough to know he could break their arms if he wanted—it doesn’t make the foul taste go away.
Your boyfriend’s keen. He notices more than he lets on, always silently watching with those pretty, piercing yellow eyes. It hardly takes anything to notice that Mikey’s being way too bold tonight, pushing boundaries he’s decided to overlook with the alcohol in his system. Quite frankly, Mikey’s a bit of an oddball—it’s hard to read him and he’s harder to understand. Maybe it’s the booze—his tolerance is lower than you initially thought—that makes him send you a lazy grin with droopy eyes and heated cheeks.
“Bet Kazutora sucks in bed.”
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misplaced trust ⇝ h. sanzu x reader
warnings/includes: mdni, dc, nsfw, kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, amnesia, fox hybrid! sanzu, yandere themes, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, all characters are adults
notes: this is my entry for pat's hybrid-themed collab! i seriously had so much fun writing this one. tysm, bby @manjiroscum for inviting me to join this collab! 💗
Before everything, here's some facts about hybrid! Sanzu's past:
⸙. Haruchiyo never met his father, only knowing that he's lurking deep into the mountains in his kitsune form or luring unsuspecting women in his lair to take advantage of them.
⸙. One of those women was his mother who left as soon as he was out of her womb, leaving him to fend for himself.
⸙. No one in his mother's village was willing to take in a hybrid, labeling him as the bastard son of the evil kitsune.
⸙. He inherited some of his father's abilities such as being able to shape-shift, he's also gifted with an immortal life.
You don't know what went into your head when you decided to venture outside and deeper into the forest in the dead of the night. It's not like you're adventurous or anything, you hate the nagging feeling that creeps on the tips of your fingers because of the unknown but something about the pale gleam of the moon made you want to see what's out here or rather, who's out here.
Pale complexion, tall frame and long silver hair that flows with the wind like an ocean wave– you've seen glimpses of him a couple of times. You've witnessed him dance so elegantly in his intricate silver robes as if he was floating in the air, his figure so light and enchanting it makes you want to dance with him.
As you walk further into the forest, you feel a sudden shift in the air, it's no longer cold and biting at the skin and is replaced by a warm breeze, like someone is caressing your cheek and enveloping your body in an embrace.
"You're here." You say to no one in particular. The tingle on your spine is so prominent, no doubt from the anticipation of what's to come. Will he show himself? Will he talk to you?
A soft breeze blows past your cheek, making you close your eyes to savor the feeling. So soothing, so welcoming but it was gone as soon as it came. A fleeting moment.
"You're here too." The voice, it's so calming it makes you swoon, makes you want to close your eyes and sleep like a newborn.
"Please let me see you." Along with your plea, you look around in hopes of seeing at least the familiar blurry figure of him. He would look so beautiful under the moon, no doubt.
He sounds so teasing when he responds, the mirth in his voice evident as if he is smiling. Silly little human. Do you even know what you're talking to? "If you see me, you're bound to me."
"Then… then take me." Bold. Rash. Impulsive. Those have always been connected to your name back in your village. The reckless girl who dives in without a second thought but of course, you are always quick to deny them. Now, you're aware that you've proven just how thoughtless you are in some situations, but you can't find it in you to care. You have to see him. You need to see him.
You feel him before your eyes can even glance at the vast space of the forest in hopes of seeing him. Hot breath fanning your cheek, his large hand over your hip bone and the warmth from his chest spreading over your back– he's behind you. The intimate position you're both in makes your cheeks burn. You've never had someone this close to you before.
"Then you're mine."
You sit awake with a gasp, hand clutching your chest as your heart pounds rapidly. It's been a week since you started having the same dream over and over again, and every time you open your eyes, there's this sudden urge to run away… but why?
"My love." Haruchiyo, your husband, sits up on the bed as well, his hand caressing your back in the same, eerily pattern as the man in your dreams had. You don't know how you can tell, dreams are not supposed to be so realistic. Instead of bringing comfort to you, your husband's touch burns at your skin, making you flinch.
"It's going to be alright, darling. I'm here." He reassures you, his deep voice lulling you back to sleep and in his arms. The up and down movements of his chest help to stabilize your nerves again until your breath evens out and you're knocked out cold once again.
Within the comforting embrace of another sleep, you don't notice how Haruchiyo's eyes flash a mysterious golden hue.
"I'll be back before dinner. Remember what I told you?" Your husband coos softly, a small doting smile present on his lips as he waits for your response.
"Don't ever come out because it's not safe." You recite his words back to him. This is how each morning goes, he would go out and do some business and he'd remind you to never step foot outside of the house.
You never questioned him. You trust him with all your heart… like you were conditioned to do and follow what he says without so much as a complaint. He knows what's good for you after all.
"Good, my darling," The satisfied tone in his voice makes you smile happily, "Now, I'll get going. See you later." With that, he presses a quick kiss on your lips and then he's out the door of your home.
As usual, the looming loneliness visits you again. You wish he didn't have to go and leave you all by yourself even if it's only for a few hours. This feeling, it's new to you. Despite not having the memories of your life before you met him, you know that you're not the type to depend on someone so much.
In the midst of your musings, you don't even notice how your husband's figure disappeared from your line of sight as if he was never even there in the first place.
I want to go home.
The thought makes you freeze for a second, a sudden whiplash of emotions hitting you abruptly. What's going on? Why do I feel like this? You sniffle, shaky hands brushing away the unwarranted tears painting your cheeks. I am home, what does that even mean?
You heave a deep breath, willing to calm yourself down and make sense of what is happening to you at the moment. Sure, sometimes you're reminded of what your life once was every now and then but Haruchiyo was always with you during those moments. He would brush away your tears and tell you that it doesn't matter. As long as he's with you, you don't have to worry about your past.
"I'm home." He greets by the door, patting his clothes off of any dirt as he looks around the house in search of you. He spots you standing in the hallway near the kitchen, the usual floral mittens over your hands as you carry a small pot of what smells like a curry. There's an adoring smile on your lips as you welcome him home.
"Smells great." He says, striding deeper into the house with an excited smile over his face. The iconic scars at the corners of his lips are stretched so beautifully it makes you want to reach out and give them each a peck. You place the pot on the table, ready to greet him sweetly when he opens his arms for you until your eyes land on the hanafuda insignia inked on his forearm.
Now, you've seen this tattoo on his skin a million times already but something feels oddly different about this time. It's like you've seen it somewhere before etched on something… on a cloth? On a silk robe… a majestic silver robe worn by a frosty white haired male, dancing around the forest without a care in the world.
"Darling?" Haruchiyo's warm hands lead you away from your scattered thoughts as he wraps his arms around your waist and cups your sides.
As you look up at him, he can sense the confusion within your eyes, the way your pupils shake and your lips tremble as you search for something on his face are the indication. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"Haru," you speak, voice above a whisper and sounding so terrified, "How did I meet you?"
Oh.
"What do you mean?" There's a hard look on his face but he hides it by hugging you closer to him, tucking your head into his neck as he strokes your back in faux comfort.
"I'm certain I followed you in the forest." You murmur, gripping the costly fabric of his yukata in your shaking hands.
"You're remembering it wrong. You must still be confused, huh?" The velvet sound of his voice manages to calm you down. "Your family abandoned you, my love. I took you in."
"No, Haruchiyo. They would never do that." You softly sniffle, burying your face deeper into his warmth to seek comfort. You feel so… weird. He feels so weird. In a way that makes you want to run away but then again, he's the only one you have. He's the only one who can offer you comfort.
"And how are you so sure of that?" This time, he pulls back so he can look at you. His face lacks any emotions as he studies the weary tears falling from your eyes. "You can barely remember what happened to you before you woke up," So cold, "You think I'm lying to you." So distant.
Your husband slithers his arms away from you, attempting to walk out of the kitchen. Seeing him leave makes you panic, your mind internally berating yourself for upsetting the only person who cares for you. "Haru, please! Don't leave, I'm sorry!" You desperately cry, forehead pressed on his warm back as you hug him.
For a second, he doesn't say anything. He only stands there and in your eyes, it's as if he's contemplating what to do with you but he knows just what he's doing. He's got you right where he wants you to be.
Sighing, he turns back around with your arms still clinging to him desperately. His face is crumpled into a crestfallen look, not even meeting your eyes. "You're hurting me, sweetheart."
"I'm sorry, Haru. I-I know you're not lying to me, it's just… my dreams are starting to get to me and-" He doesn't wait for you to say anything as he presses his lips against yours, one strong arm lifting you up so he doesn't have to bend down just to kiss you.
He can taste your salty tears on his tongue and he savors it to heart, relishes in your broken but subsiding sobs. With a soft pat on his chest, he ends the kiss with one last peck to give you air before uttering the words that make your heart swell. "I forgive you."
Haruchiyo is on edge. Lately, you've been seeing glimpses of your memories and it's making him restless. Just what is he doing wrong that your past insists on haunting him? It's not like he forcibly took you away, you've given him consent to own you. Surely, the binding is as strong as it should be.
He had been alone for decades, no one to come home to for so long that he grasped the nearest opportunity of finding solace in your arms. The last wife he had left him for someone else after finding out about his true identity. It's not his fault for being born a hybrid yet she still betrayed him. Stabbed him in the back just like his mother did and every other woman in his life. He does not take kindly to traitors so he did what he had to do: eliminated them out of his life and disposed of them as if they were mere pests in his life.
Haruchiyo loves you and he doesn't want the same fate to befall on you. That's why he's going to make sure that you will stay by his side no matter what because that's what good wives like you should do.
"Look at me, darling. Tell me you'll never leave me." Your husband moans next to your ear, his scarred lips grazing your skin and making you shudder with each deep thrust of his heavy cock into your pretty little cunt.
"I-I'll never leave you!" You proclaim, nails scratching his back and leaving stinging sensations on his skin but he doesn't stop with his ministrations, too deep in the heat of your bodies.
You're starting to slip, close to losing your mind and giving away the last bit of your sanity to the man you're promised to. You will never leave him. You can never leave him. With how much you've become reliant on Haruchiyo, the thought of even depending on yourself is scary. It's like you're going to lose bearings and one wrong move, you're nothing but a lost person with no name… no identity. He gives you so much security, he builds everything that you are and without him, you're empty.
"You have no one else but me, you know that." He groans, his wild eyes losing its azure tint and is replaced by the glimmering gold, staring down at you with a sneer.
You sob, nodding along to his words as your hands blindly reach out to him but he laughs at the sight, relishing in your pathetic cries and your attempt to hold him close. Breathtaking. There's nothing more beautiful than the sight of your tear stricken face as your mind slowly breaks, soul chipping away from his cruelty.
"God- Haruuu!" Your moans have become drawn as you release around his thick girth, walls pulsing in intervals and sensitivity as he rubs your clit relentlessly.
The hybrid smirks, satisfaction seeping through his bones. "That's right, sweetheart. I'm your god." His velvet voice makes your heart bloom and your pussy to clench even more. This makes him growl, throwing his head back as he reaches his own high, hips never faltering from assaulting your sensitive heat.
Ropes of thick liquid spurts out of his cock, ejaculating inside your pussy and painting your walls with his seed. Only when he's satisfied does he stop the erratic movements of his hips before leaning down to capture your lips.
He's engraved on your lips, tattooed on your mind and latched within your soul. You're one with him, there's no denying that now, especially when he pulls out and his warm cum drips out of your pussy, staining your skin.
"I love you, Haru." You whisper when the both of you pull back from each other, eyes closed with a small smile on your lips.
This is your home. This is your life now.
"I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much." He relents before pressing another kiss on your lips and on your sweaty forehead.
Within his arms, you seek for the warmth and love he willingly gives you and with a satiated glint in his eyes, he allows himself to rest easy. After all, you will never leave him. You can never leave him. He's got you right where he wants you to be.
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ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 𖥔 ⭒ ִ ׂ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: (𝟏) 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — you’ve got a real big crush on sanzu but your brothers can’t find out or else you’ll be in a lot of trouble.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — dark themes, stepcest, filming sexual acts, prostitution mention, cruel punishments, (light) blackmail, slight voyeurism, toxic relationships, naive reader.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — ran haitani, rindo haitani & sanzu haruchiyo.
Ding!
Sanzu.
Attachment: (1) video.
“The hell did Sanzu send me a video for?” Ran mumbles lazily.
“You got it too?” Rindo’s head lifts, his sleepy looking eyes meeting his older brother’s as he sits on the other leather sofa on the other side of the glass coffee table. Dozens upon dozens of neatly stacked bands of cash were placed on the coffee table, as well as old fashioned glasses with a bit of brown liquor filled halfway and a zip lock bag filled with buds of marijuana and other accessories alike.
“Seems so..” Ran replies, watching his brother bring the blunt from his lips down to exhale a large white cloud from his lungs. Rindo puts out the blunt by smushing the gently into the glass table then setting it to the side.
“Let’s play it then?” Rindo says. They both manage to click play at the same time with both volumes syncing up near perfectly.
As the camera lens comes into focus, the flash dissipates and they see you, their sweet, sweet baby sister on her knees nestled in between the knees of a pair of purple pinstripe dressed thighs. Almost immediately the two brothers had a sense of unease settling in the pit of their stomachs as they saw your pretty face look past the camera. A worried look plastered on your face as you looked at the bubblegum pink haired man behind the camera. You wore a pout on your glossed lips, the specs of glitter picking up on camera due to the flash. Your hands rested on his thighs with your false lashes sitting pretty on your lash line. They fluttered cutely as you blinked and a strap of your silk mini dress was hanging off your shoulder. Rindo and Ran’s eyes widened when they recognized the dress as something you wore just last night.
The night had been a fun one— a night out at one of Tokyo’s hottest clubs with Bonten’s executives was always exciting. Your brothers were nice enough to let you tag along after enough begging, fake crying and dry humping. They remember everyone coming back to one of Bonten’s designated “hideouts,” It wasn’t very inconspicuous, in fact it was a penthouse right in the heart of Shibuya. They often conducted business there, more often than not there would be a few quiet sleeping heads tucked away in one of the many rooms in the luxurious suite.
You tend to get a bit clingy when you have liquor in your system, so it wasn’t surprising when you were sitting comfortably in Sanzu’s lap with your face nuzzled in his neck. You seemed to have taken a liking to the eccentric man much to your brothers’ dismay. You often hear their lectures about how you can’t trust dangerous men like him and yadda, yadda, yadda. You never listened, it was quite hypocritical of them to lecture you about not trusting men like Sanzu while being in the same exact boat as he is. Truth is, you had a really big crush on Sanzu and he knew it. He liked to play around with you when your brothers weren’t around. Stealing kisses, putting his hands under your skirt, and often covering your mouth while his hard cock bullies it’s way into your tight cunt for a quickie.
Of course Ran and Rindo didn’t know that. They were blissfully ignorant and still believing their precious baby sister is sweet and… as pure as you could be. In their mind, the only cocks you were taking were theirs but that’s simply not the truth. Sanzu’s cock has been fucking its way into their precious pussy for a few months now. It’s amazing how you haven’t gotten caught yet. Letting their guard down was probably one of the worst things they could do because when Sanzu offered to tuck you in last night they didn’t think anything of it. Ran probably should have trusted in intuition, maybe they would be in the position they’re in now: seconds away from watching their little sister suck a cock that doesn’t belong to either of them. Ran and Rindo watched on as the video played.
“I thought you said you weren’t gonna record..” You say softly as your eyes shift to the camera then back up to Sanzu, a soft chuckle heard behind the camera.
“I changed my mind, angel.” Sanzu says simply and your brows furrow upward at the nonchalant tone in his voice, eliciting a small whine from you— almost sounding like a puppy’s whimper. You were so.. cute.
“You’re not gonna show anyone, right..?” You ask, (colored) eyes pleading up to the man holding the camera. Rindo and Ran couldn’t see, but Sanzu has the look of pure enjoyment on his insanely handsome features. He gives you a head pat and a wide, close-eyed smile spreads across his lips.
“No, my eyes only. I swear it.” Sanzu says. A lie. “Stop frowning. It makes pretty girls like you ugly. You don’t want to be ugly, right? No one’s gonna love you if you are.” He adds on. You shake your head at him, still looking at him with puppy eyes with a pout worn on your plump lips.
“No, ‘don wanna be ugly, Sanzu..” You say.
“What the hell is this?” Rindo scowls lightly, his handsome face turning in a mix of aloofness and disgust as he speaks. Ran only shakes his head at his little brother’s words, almost in a patronizing way. He was the older brother after all.
“It seems that our baby sister is a free whore.” Ran says. “Doesn't even have enough respect for herself to charge.”
“I told you we should have whored her out ourselves..” Rindo sighs. “Now she's doing it herself for free.”
“Don’t worry, sweet girl. Stand up, show me your pussy.” Sanzu says. Without a doubt or hesitation, you’re on your feet and the camera shifts upward. Your deep emerald green silk mini dress looks amazing on your body, something Ran had picked out for you just a few days before. You lift the bottom hem of your dress up, pulling it over your hips to expose your bare pussy. You hadn’t been wearing any panties that night. Rindo remembers telling you to keep your legs closed or he’d take you all the way home to put some on. From the looks of it, you were soaking.
“Ah, so cute.” Sanzu coos behind the camera. “Spread your lips so I can see that precious little clit.” He orders softly. You do as you’re told and lift your leg so that your bare foot rests on his thigh, taking your pointer and middle finger to spread your lips so that your clit is on full display. The light from the flash reflects off your slick, a tell all indication that you were incredibly aroused. Rindo feels his mouth water at the sight, he’s always been the one to eat your cunt for his own pleasure— leaving you a shaking and stuttering mess as you try to push his lilac hair away from your core.
“I’m pretty, right, Sanzu?” You look up at him with a hopeful look.
“The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” He confirms, though it only sounds like a write off so you could shut up. “Rub it.” Sanzu orders again and soon your fingertips are working on your clit in circular motions. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down lightly as you continue your motions— your hips bucking into the air every so often when you hit a particularly good section of nerves in your sensitive bud.
“Like this?” You smile.
“Yeah, I bet that feels good, hm?” Sanzu’s hand comes into view, his slender fingers rubbing the skin of your shin and up to your inner thigh. He reaches forward and moves your hand to replace it with his own. His pointer and middle finger rubbing harshly into your clit before he lands one hard tap on your pussy.
“Ngh, not too hard. ‘S sensitive..” You whimper.
Ran and Rin hate it. They’re fucking livid but they can’t seem to tear their eyes away from their phones. They feel even more disgusted that their cocks are hardening past their expensive dress pants as they watch you spread your cunt like a little fucking slut for another man. Have they not taught you anything? They’re so disappointed in you. Obviously, you need to be taught a lesson. One harsher than the last they gave you, a bruised, near bleeding ass wasn’t enough it seems. Maybe they’d lock you in a closet this time? Give you $50 dollars and make you live homeless for the rest of the remaining week and see how well you fend for yourself.
“I can’t believe this ungrateful slut..” Rindo mumbles under his breath, his throat dry from his own arousal.
“She’ll be back from her shopping trip soon. She’ll be sorry.” Ran adds on, his face void from any emotion but the tent in his pants saying otherwise.
“On your knees, again.” Sanzu says and leans back into the chair he’d been sitting in. He watches you sink back down to your knees, your smaller and manicured nails paling him through his pants. “Yeah.. that’s right.” Sanzu groans. You’re in the middle of taking out his cock when he speaks again.
“Tell me who you love more. Your Sanzu or your brothers?” The question startles both you and your brothers. Rin tensing his shoulders a bit while Ran squints his eyes slightly. They don’t like how long your taking to answer the question because the answer should be fucking obvious. Them. But instead, you look past the camera up at Sanzu with that stupid fucking look on your face.
“I don’t like it when you ask those kinds of questions..” You trail off, hand wrapped loosely around his impressive size.
“Tell me or I’ll send this to—” He's quickly cut off by your cries.
“You! You Sanzu! I love you more! Please don’t tell!” You plead, tears pooling at your eyes almost immediately and you didn’t even let him get the full threat out. You already knew what he was going to threaten you with, he often “teases” you about putting you and his little “relationship” on blast knowing full well Ran and Rindo would go absolutely insane if they found out. You weren’t wrong, because as soon as they see you— you’re in so much trouble to keep it at the simplest of terms.
“Ah, so cute..” Sanzu chuckles. “Relax, I won’t tell. Now come on, put it in your mouth..” He ushers gently.
Ran and Rindo watch on in pure and utter disgust as you lean over to place a glob of spit on the tip of his cock. You dainty hand strokes his shaft in long and leisurely strokes, twisting your hand as you do. You hummed in enjoyment as your tongue gave the underside of his cock one solid lick before swirling your wet muscle over the tip, your eyes looking up at the camera as you do.
Your smile as you looked up at him was so.. Naughty? Mischievous? Playful? Maybe a mix of all of the three. You looked like such a slut taking him into your mouth with such ease. Sanzu should be thanking Rindo and Ran for how well you’re taking his cock down your throat. They’re the ones that trained you to properly take a dick. Sanzu grunts behind the camera, his other hand coming back into frame to grab a fistful of your hair. He holds your head in place and begins to fuck up into your mouth the sounds leaving you so disgusting and obscene as his cock head punches the back of your throat. The two brothers continue to watch, both their cocks incredibly hard, aching for a release at the sight of you getting your mouth fucked.
“Tongue out, angel.” Sanzu says through a grunt. Your hand wraps around his cock once more and gives him quick and short strokes as he nears his release. Sanzu can feel his balls tightening, his thighs tensing up as he’s on the onset of his high. You open your mouth, tongue hanging out awaiting the hot load Sanzu was seconds away from hitting your tongue. The warm muscle was massaging the head of his cock, right on the underside. Sanzu came with a groan of your name, spilling his load all over your pink tongue.
“Say ahh.” Sanzu chuckles breathlessly.
“Ahh~!” You giggle, wiggling your tongue from side to side before pulling it back into your mouth to swallow the seed that sullied your tastebuds.
The video abruptly ends and as if on cue both the brothers get a text from none other than the pink haired psychopath himself.
Sanzu
‘Oops. I didn’t mean to send that.. Your sister’s a bit of a slut isn’t she~? Ah, I’m sure you perverts know that anyway. Do I have your blessing~? ♡’
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Perhaps sleeping with Rindou was a mistake.
As you watch Sanzu storm off—dark eyed and fuming, you think that having Rindou take you on the table of his office wasn’t the best of ideas.
Rushing to put on your clothes, the cold air hits your skin as the pink haired man left the door wide open. But then a hand goes to grasp at your wrist.
“Rindou…” You murmur, and he’s grinning, ecstatic at the fact that Sanzu saw. The man next to you isn’t naked at all, nothing but the fly of his pants unzipped, but every other clothing of his was on. It was only you that was bare, skirt down to your knees and shirt hiked up.
“Leave him. That’s what happens when you get too nosey.” His voice is honey smooth, as per usual. With a rough undertone and a hint of amusement that he couldn’t quite conceal.
“But…”
When lips capture your own, a hand going down to once again tug off your skirt, you didn’t have it in yourself to push Rindou away.
“I don’t know why you’re putting your clothes back on.” He murmurs, it’s devilish. “Who said I was done?”
Rindou would prove then, 4 pm in the evening, on the walls of his office at the Bonten headquarters, that he was in fact—not done.
Not at all.
"I wasn't jealous before," Ran muses, a charming smile on his face, even if it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "But I’m starting to get jealous now. What do you think, Mikey?”
It’s awkward. The tension in the room was thick, so much so that you found it hard to breathe. Everyone was here, gathered in the main meeting room of Bonten, seated at the largest, oval table imaginable. The only exception was Sanzu, who ran out earlier in a fit of rage, still missing. They had already heard all about how Sanzu barged in on you and Rindou, right in the middle of fucking. And it seems to be the hot topic of today.
“Rindou’s no threat to me.” Mikey’s voice rang like a declaration, earning everyone’s attention. He’s seated with the same emotionless expression painted on his face, with you sitting nervously on his lap. His head is buried in your neck, akin to a cat rubbing up on its owner for attention—you indulge, as you always do.
Ran legs out a laugh at his boss's answer, before shooting a look at his brother. “You hear that Rindou?”
The brother in question doesn’t acknowledge any of the things happening around him, much less the question. He’s got his eyes staring out the window and his lips in a thin line.
“Ah, he’s angry right now.” Ran points out, but Koko cuts in.
“Not as angry as Sanzu, though.” Koko’s voice was laced with much mirth, his eyes gleaming. “He's most likely on a rampage right on. Do you like anger fucking?” Koko asks you, before adding on. “I bet you could get some good stuff if you ask him right now.”
Blushing at Koko’s comment, you look down. “We don't even know where he is.” And it was true, Sanzu was missing. The meeting was supposed to have started 10 minutes ago, but the man was nowhere in sight.
“Don’t worry, he’s coming.” Kakucho, who had been quiet until now, pipes up.
“How would you know?” You asks.
“He’d never miss a meeting, especially if Mikey calls it.” His eyes flicker to the man in your arms for a second. “Give him 5 more minutes, he’ll come.”
Once again, silence falls. Nothing but the ticking of a clock could be heard as everyone sat still and waited. Mikey was almost asleep, his half lidded eyes and face buried so deeply into your neck said it all.
“Kiss me.” He asks, and he’s peeking up at you from those long lashes, pleading.
A peck on Mikey’s forehead, cheeks, and lips did the trick. He’s so spoiled—that part of him hasn’t changed. It’s one of your favorite parts.
Then, a bang. The door opens loudly and swiftly, drawing everyone’s attention, with the exclusion of Mikey’s. He was halfway to dreamland already, face buried deeply into your chest. Can he even breathe?
Sanzu stood there, blood stains staining his suit. It’s new, must’ve been considering that it wasn’t there the last you had seen him. His eyes were out of focus and blurry, a little deranged and wild. “Sorry for being late, traffic.”
With his grin, so wide and feral, you didn’t have to guess what he’s been up to. It wasn’t much traffic stopping him rather then men and drugs. But no one points it out.
“Make it a point to be on time, Sanzu.” Takiomi says bluntly, but he acts like his brother never said anything at all.
As he sits in his right seat, Sanzu's eyes remain on you the whole time. Concrete, solid—a certain emotion so strong yet you couldn’t bring a name to it. It felt almost uncomfortable to be stared at so intensely, so you advert your own gaze to anything else.
Feeling a tugging at your shirt, your eyes wander down to find a sleepy Mikey trying to pull down your bra. You know exactly what it is that he was trying to do, but before you could stop him, Mikey had already effectively pulled down the lace of fabric that cuffed your breast, his mouth attaching itself to one of your nipples.
Muffling a moan with your hands, your face turns red at the display. You were still relatively new to the idea of being shared between everyone. And by the envious looks sent Mikey’s way, some jealous, some just plain out angry, the other seemed to have a hard time learning what it meant to share too.
The men of Bonten were hard to please, and when they happened to get their hearts captured by the same person that everyone else wanted, they agreed to simply share. However, that concept was harder to grasp then any of them could ever have imagined.
As they watched Mikey suck on your breast, akin to a baby, they all simultaneously had the same thought.
“It’s my turn next.”