Thank you!! I'm so happy that his braids finally make sense (though it's still a work in progress)
A few people comments and asks about his hair not being blonde anymore and honestly his hair color is something I'm still debating on. The problem is that I have this new character (his name is Ran) I'm working on for a separate project and I'm afraid of him and Micah looking a bit similar
Hey girl got a request,so like let’s say bonten is having a meeting with a new criminal organization gang that came in to come up with a deal,and while we are just sitting in the back looking at our new sparkly items Koko bought us,and the new criminal organization gang calls us out saying it’s disrespectful and rude calling us names..And bonten doesn’t like that one bit..So yeah I want them to react to that
hope it makes sense 😔😍🤺🤺
SAVE ME FROM MY WRITER'S BLOCK, ANON - HERE WE GO, NO MARIO. Hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting~!
pairing: bonten x fem!reader
warnings: mature language, misogynistic undertones (from another gang), implied violence, guns mentioned, reader is criminally oblivious (love that for her), guard-dog!bonten supremacy, sanzu gets his own warning lol and i think that's it.
notes: yall. can you believe i actually wrote this in one sitting? without stopping?? wild concept for me, haven't been able to do that in a good minute *knock on wood*, but i hope you enjoy! more stuff coming soon ♡
Upon the arrival of the recently developed organization, officially known as Kaiju, things already weren’t off to a great start. They were late, clocked at about twenty minutes past schedule. Excuses poured from them like a broken faucet, blaming their tardiness on traffic, which the members were willing to give the benefit of the doubt, some more than others. Then, they were unprepared. Scrambling about with their half-assed introduction mixed with a sloppily thrown together presentation, it was insulting at worst.
Here they were, biggest in the game, offering an opportunity to help underground operatives make a name for themselves..and this is how they want to showcase their potential? Mikey waved it off when his number three voiced this flaw, merely chalking it up with inexperience–Everyone has to start somewhere, right?
But. Finally came strike three. The one thing, the most damning thing they could’ve ever done to have mercy jump right out the window and straight to hell, was when one of their foolish members spoke ill of you.
It was supposed to be taken as a joke, something controversial in a room amongst men, locker room talk if you would. Unfortunately for him and the rest of his team, Bonten didn’t see it that way. What was said wasn’t important, but the intent behind it was enough to make them hostile. And Kaiju would soon realize it too late despite no one laughing on that side of the room. If anything, the room grew colder. No matter who you looked at, venom consumed their gazes, a deathly aura building from their leader all the way to the advisors. The only reason no one reached for their gun, mowing them down in an array of bullets, was because you didn’t hear the disrespectful comment.
All gazes shifted over to you briefly, sitting pretty in your little area they set up just for you. They liked having you close by, even during something so mundane as a meeting, watching you happily paint your nails or open up all the shiny new trinkets they bought you. Kaiju should count themselves lucky that you had headphones on, blissfully listening to music, not a care in the world.
And it was going to stay that way.
By now, the dumbasses before them caught on to their grave error. Especially when Sanzu made a show of santuring over to you upon Mikey’s silent request, swiftly gathering you in his arms and carrying you to the head of the table. You squealed slightly in surprise, headphones slipping off your ears in the process as you held on to the pink-haired gangster, confused smile on your face. “Haru! You scared me!~”
“Sorry, doll. Boss wants ya to sit right here.” Sanzu gently sets you down on your awaited throne, Mikey having made room by scooting his chair back, welcoming you with open arms.
Still confused though not complaining, you merely shrugged before making yourself comfortable, snuggling more into the leader before putting your headphones back on. Mikey held you possessively, arms locked around you like a shield, placing a small kiss to your forehead. Message was sent; message soon received.
Kaiju’s leader began blubbering out more excuses, reprimanding his subordinate in the same breath for saying such a thing about Bonten’s trophy wife–
Guns are drawn instantly and zeroed in on every last one of them. Stunned to horrified silence, as were his underlings, they all stood frozen in fear as they stared down multiple barrels in every angle. Koko scoffed, “You must got a death wish, huh?”
“She’s no trophy, have some goddamn respect,” Mochi added, earning a sardonic chuckle from Ran.
“Big ask from idiots who have none. Couldn’t even bother to show up on time, now they wanna make jabs at our [_____]. I say we’ve been more than courteous, wouldn’t you agree, otouto?”
“Tsk. Let’s just waste ‘em. We’d be doing the streets a favor.”
“Great idea,” Sanzu and Takeomi answered in unison, the former sounding twice as eager.
The only ones placid were Kakucho and Mikey, one quietly observing whilst the other made sure you remained ignorant to the situation, angling you in his lap to where you were practically straddling him, phone still in hand as you watched a music video your favorite k-pop group dropped recently. The only sounds in the room were the panicked breathing of Kaiju and your melodic humming to the song. Mikey patted your head, satisfied that you were still your happy self. If any of those bastards made your smile drop even a centimeter, he would have their bodies fed to the dogs. With a small sigh, he and Kakucho eventually made eye contact. Then, he gave a small nod. “You were right. Should’ve killed them after that shitty presentation. Handle it.”
Kakucho gave a curt nod, then signaled for Kaiju to be apprehended. With guns still aimed at them, leaving them no choice but to grovel for mercy, the Haitanis along with Mochi and Takeomi forced them to march out of the room, and to their inevitable deaths, not wanting to startle you with the sight of bloodshed so early in the morning.
Sanzu was already dialing up reinforcements to help with cleanup and disposal, face beaming as he practically skipped out of the room. Kakucho gave one last look to you, then Mikey, then politely bowed before closing the door behind him on his way out. You jumped slightly, the song ending right when the door slammed shut, making you lift one of your headphones and look around in shock.
“Oh, is the meeting over already?”
Mikey reached up to thumb your lower lip, then reached up to playfully pinch your cheek. You grinned, gently swatting him away, so oblivious to the men you inadvertently sent to their demise all to protect that very smile. The former blonde shook his head, leaning on the armrest to rest his chin atop his knuckles. “No. Ended up being a waste of time. Don’t think you would’ve liked them.”
You chortled. “Doesn’t matter if I like them. It’s your business, silly.”
“Mm, you are our business, angel. And we like you more.”
synopsis: rindou and y/n have always been best friends—doing everything together, no boundaries, no awkwardness. but when y/n calls him over for an unexpected favor, things take a turn neither of them saw coming. one request changes everything… and stopping isn’t as easy as they thought.
characters: rindou haitani, fem!reader, ran haitani
warnings: smut (18+), best friends to fwb, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, dirty talk, slight choking, hair pulling, manhandling, praise, mild degradation, phone sex (sort of), ran being nosy, possessive rindou, teasing, implied multiple rounds, slight innocence kink, slight corruption kink, slight exhibitionism/voyeurism, “just the tip” (fails miserably), and overall just very bad decision-making
notes: ig we are all just down bad for rindou. and i had to put ran here, i can’t really separate the two.
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rindou and y/n were best friends. the kind that did everything together—eating, studying, sleepovers, movie marathons. the kind that talked about sex like it was just another tuesday. casual. effortless. harmless.
but they had never crossed that line.
until one afternoon.
y/n: rin, come over. need ur help w something lol
rindou: ok. omw. u want food on the way?
y/n: nah, got leftovers here.
rindou: alright. see u.
ten minutes later, the door to y/n’s apartment swung open. nothing surprising. rindou had a key of his own at this point.
“riiiiin… come here,” her voice rang out, laced with a whine.
rindou strolled into her bedroom, hands in his pockets, only to freeze at the sight before him.
y/n. sprawled across her bed. sheets barely covering her. skin flushed. hair a mess. breathing just a little too uneven.
yeah. she just fucked someone.
rindou swallowed. hard. not that he hadn’t seen her naked before—because let’s be honest, their friendship had long since left the realm of normal—but this? this was different. this was post-sex. this was…
“yo, what’s up?” he asked, forcing himself to sound unaffected.
y/n patted the bed beside her. “rin, come.”
his jaw ticked. he walked over but didn’t sit. “what is it this time?”
she huffed, pushing her hair back. “so… i just had someone over—”
“yeah, no shit,” rindou deadpanned.
“listen!!” she whined again. “so… i need your help with something. it’s… it’s okay if you don’t want to, but you’re the only one i trust, y’know?”
rindou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “yeah, yeah. just spit it out.”
y/n’s face twisted in frustration. “i’m so fucking annoyed. this guy just—ugh. he came too much on me, and i want it out. like now.”
rindou exhaled sharply. “so what do you want me to do?”
y/n looked up at him, lips parting, voice breathy when she said—
“fuck me. i don’t know!!! just help me get it out of me.”
rindou sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “on your back.”
y/n shifted but paused. “wait. we’re not actually gonna fuck, right? just… y’know, you have to make the cum come out, so yeah.”
rindou nodded. “mhm.”
y/n laid back like he asked, pushing the sheets off her. rindou pulled his shirt over his head, then unbuttoned his jeans, but there was something almost hesitant about the way he did it—like he was still wrapping his head around the situation. y/n propped herself up on her elbows, watching him.
then, out of nowhere, rindou leaned in and kissed her.
her brows furrowed slightly, lips parting against his. “rin… you just… you just need to… no need for this.”
but she still kissed him back. it’s not like this was their first kiss or anything.
rindou pulled back just enough to mumble, “oh. s-sorry. i thought i had to, um… prep you first?”
y/n blinked, then chuckled. “oh. alright, i guess this isn’t bad.”
apparently, that was all the confirmation rindou needed because he dipped back down, this time kissing along her neck, slow and careful, like he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing—but the soft little sighs y/n let out told him he was doing just fine.
“rin… ugh…”
he swallowed hard. her moans sounded… different when they were for him.
when he was satisfied (or maybe just too flustered to keep going), he shifted, positioning himself between her legs, one of them resting over his shoulder.
“don’t go all in,” y/n reminded him, voice still breathy. “just… help me make it come out.”
rindou nodded quickly. “okay…”
his tip pushed against her entrance, sliding in just slightly as he moved at an almost careful pace.
“shit, y/n…”
after a few shallow thrusts, she exhaled. “is it working?”
rindou bit his lip, brows knitting together. “i… i don’t think so. should i go slightly deeper?”
“yes, please do.”
his breath hitched. he pushed in halfway, trying to focus—really trying—but fuck, she felt too good. the tight warmth, the way her walls clenched around him…
a shaky groan slipped past his lips before he could stop it, so he buried his face against her neck, hoping she wouldn’t notice just how much this was getting to him.
rindou kept going, one hand gripping her waist, the other bracing against the mattress beside her head. his breath was ragged, his pace relentless. “fuck, y/n… so this is how tight you are?”
y/n chuckled, tapping his back. “rin, i think it’s already out.”
but rindou wasn’t listening. he was too far gone, too drunk on the way she felt wrapped around him.
“rin…” she called again, but it was useless. instead of slowing down, he buried himself deeper, his thrusts turning rough, fast—skin slapping against skin in a way that left no room for restraint. he went all the way in. there was no going back now. he was fucking his best friend.
his fingers curled around her wrists, pinning her down. y/n moaned, arching into the pleasure. “rin… shit, you’re going too fast. slow down—”
but rindou wasn’t in the mood to listen. his mind was blank, consumed only by the feeling of her. before she could protest, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, pushing back inside with no warning. a sharp gasp left her lips as he fucked her harder, his hands gripping her arms, keeping her exactly where he wanted.
“shit, y/n, your pussy is so fucking good… should’ve fucked you before.”
suddenly, her phone rang.
rindou barely faltered, but he did release her arms, settling his hands on her waist instead. “answer it.”
y/n hesitated, then reached for her phone, swiping the screen. putting it on speaker, she assumed rindou’s brother needed something. “r-ran…?”
ran’s voice came through the speaker, casual. “hey, y/n. you with rindou right now?”
before y/n could respond, rindou snatched the phone from her hand. “what do you want?” he sounded breathless, impatient—still moving inside her.
“mom said you need to come home. she made dinner.”
rindou groaned, long and low, hips snapping into y/n without missing a beat.
ran went silent. then—
“are you guys fucking right now?”
rindou smirked. “yeah. so fuck off. tell mom i’ll be home soon.” he hung up before ran could say another word, tossing the phone aside.
without warning, he grabbed y/n, pulling her up until her back was against his chest. one hand slid up to her throat, fingers curling slightly, applying just enough pressure to make her whimper. the other pinned her wrists behind her back as he fucked into her, deeper, harder.
y/n’s body trembled from the intensity. “rin… fuck, so good…”
“yeah?” he panted, voice rough. “better than the guy you had earlier?”
she nodded eagerly, too lost in the pleasure to think.
rindou suddenly leaned in, licking a slow stripe up her neck before capturing her lips in a deep, messy kiss—tongues tangling, teeth grazing, her fingers twisting into his hair as she moaned into his mouth.
“rin… i’m gonna cum. shit, ugh—”
“me too, y/n… fuck! love your pussy...”
the pleasure crashed over her, her whole body shaking as she came hard around him. rindou didn’t stop—he was chasing his own high, desperate for release. when y/n’s body went limp, falling forward onto the mattress, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look at him.
a few more brutal thrusts, and then—
“shit… shit!!!! ugh—”
rindou groaned as he came inside her, hips jerking, thrusts turning sloppy as he milked every last drop before finally pulling out and collapsing beside her.
y/n, still on her stomach, lifted herself just enough to crawl onto his chest, resting her head there. rindou’s arm lay lazily across the bed, completely spent.
she huffed. “i can’t believe you came inside me. you fucked me for nothing.”
rindou smirked, eyes still half-lidded. “then i’ll fuck it out of you again. at least this time, it’s my cum.”
y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “then it’s gonna be never-ending sex.”
rindou shrugged. “i don’t mind.”
she poked his side playfully, then sighed. “didn’t know you were a good fuck.”
rindou smirked. “you never asked.”
y/n bit her lip, glancing up at him. “…then let’s do it more often.”
rindou’s eyes darkened with interest, and just like that, they went for another round—completely forgetting about dinner at the haitani household.
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the walk home felt longer than usual. maybe it was the lingering exhaustion, or maybe it was the fact that his body still felt sensitive from earlier. either way, rindou was drained—but satisfied.
he pushed open the front door, stepping inside with a low sigh. “i’m home.”
from the dimly lit living room, ran’s voice greeted him. “you better come up with a good excuse to mom for coming home this late, or she’s gonna beat your ass.” he chuckled. “dinner’s on the table. just heat it up.”
“okay.” rindou’s response was flat as he made his way into the kitchen, too tired to care.
he barely had the microwave open when he sensed ran following him.
“was the sex that good you went on for hours?”
rindou didn’t even flinch, grabbing a plate. “yeah. best fuck i’ve ever had.” his voice was still painfully plain—too casual, as if he were talking about the weather.
ran hummed, leaning against the counter. he watched rindou for a moment before snorting. “y’know… if you didn’t make a move, i was gonna hit her up myself. that girl is so pretty. literally my type.”
rindou’s grip on the plate tightened slightly.
ran smirked. “man, i knew you had the hots for her. even before you did, but you were just too fucking slow.”
rindou exhaled through his nose, finally looking up. “fuck off. she’s off-limits now.”
ran chuckled, completely unbothered. “as if i care about that.”
and with that, he strolled out of the kitchen, leaving rindou scowling as he heated up his food.
but ran’s words lingered, and now rindou had a whole new problem—keeping his nosy ass brother away from his girl.
