MIKEY barely lifted his gaze to acknowledge the subordinate, lazily chewing on his snack as he gestured to the desk. “Leave it there.”
“Yessir.” The subordinate bowed, approaching urgently only to stop shortly after upon getting a closer look at the platinum blonde, seeing something rather unusual. “Oh. Uh, Boss? You got a little…something.”
His low gaze cut to him like an unsheathed blade. “Er…N-Nevermind.”
Mikey stared up until he stiffly marched out without another word. His eyebrow raised up a tick. Weird. Brushing it off, he merely refocused on the task at hand. The important one. The one that mattered most.
“Papa, blue one,” his daughter held up her hand, expectant. Mikey didn’t miss a beat, handing over the crayon. He watched as she scribbled all over the top half of the page, “Sky, Papa.”
“Mm. Clouds, too?”
“Mm!” She nodded, making sure to leave gaps to represent the fluffy mounds. Her tongue poked out in concentration, stopping and holding it up to the light to assess her work, then setting it back down to resume scribbling. Mikey felt the corner of his mouth lift.
It drops instantly at the sound of the door opening. “Boss.”
“Someone better be dead or dying.” Mikey coldly muttered, reaching over to gently nudge the crayon from the little one’s mouth, followed by a soft, “Don’t eat that.” He handed her the rest of the snack he’d been munching on before looking over to his approaching advisors.
Kakucho paused. As did Ran, who fought back a snort.
Mikey looked between them. “What.”
The former cleared his throat, while the latter struggled to hold it together. “Have you seen yourself recently?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“I mean…” His eyes flit over to the child happily coloring, then back at him. “She’s certainly tapped into her creative side as of late. Drawing on the walls, handprints all on the windows, and…” Kakucho vaguely gestured. Mikey’s brow twitched, irritation simmering.
“Spit it out.”
“The world is her canvas, s’all I’m saying."
"Including your face.” Kakucho side-eyed the lavender-haired man for the comment before shaking his head.
The platinum blonde blinked. His face? He slowly reached up to feel around the skin, and sure enough. Stickers. Several, in fact. Two on the cheek, one near his eyebrow, forehead and his chin. He peeled one off and looked at it, the word ‘Super!’ staring back at him. “Oh.”
Looking at his daughter, she continued to color without much care for the conversation happening. Much like her father, her selective hearing was strong. Mikey sighed, “Little menace. Must’ve got me when I was–I mean we were napping. Oi.”
She looked up at him upon his call, head tilted curiously. All three executives felt a pang in their chest at the devastatingly adorable sight. Mikey steeled himself, attempting to look stern as he presented the sticker. “Wanna explain?”
Her little brows scrunched in thought. After a brief moment, she beamed as she pointed at him, “Papa, super! Gave stickers, like Mama!”
Confusion colored his expression until it dawned on him. You’re a school teacher, or were one. Currently you are on maternity leave, cooking her up a baby brother. However, your teaching persona would come out at home, disciplining or rewarding with the same methods, such as stickers. You had a whole tub of school supplies, overflowing with those in particular. And evidently, the little troublemaker had been snooping around in it.
Unable to hold the stern facade any longer, Mikey offered a small, but rare–Well, rare for his colleague–smile. With a huff, he leaned forward to kiss her forehead before placing the star sticker to the spot, earning him a gleeful giggle in return; the best reward. Ruffling her hair, Mikey spoke with warmth, “I think you’re super.”
“No, you are!”
“No, you are,” he parroted, poking her nose. It scrunched up immediately, sending another dreadful pang in his chest. Good thing you were already pregnant with baby number two, otherwise there would be nothing stopping him from ditching work to get on that ASAP.
The third-in-command cleared his throat. Mikey's smile drops for the second time. “Apologies. We have our meeting with the shareholders in twenty. Sanzu is ready with the car, and the Haitanis agreed to watch over the young miss while we’re gone.”
“Wouldn’t say we agreed, but beats sitting in on that bullshit.”
“Watch your mouth.” Mikey warned. “She repeats any of that at home, I’m telling [____] it’s your fault.”
“Snitching on me to the teacher? That’s low, Boss.”
“Please don’t take advantage of his good mood.” Kakucho exasperated, rubbing his temple. Ran conceded with a shrug, lowering to level with the little one.
“Alright, mini Boss, you're comin' with uncle Ran. Let’s go make uncle Rin your next masterpiece.”
Her eyes light up brighter than before, if possible. “Mm!” Dropping her crayons, she pushed herself off the ground to toddle over to the eldest Haitani. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Turning to Mikey, she rushes to him and falls into his arms for a hug. “Buh-bye, Papa! Wub you!”
Mikey startled a little but soon relaxed, still getting used to the onslaught of affection she was so full of; seeing so much of you in her everyday. He patted her head, “Me too, sweetheart.”
“Stickers stay on?” She peered at him, hopeful.
He stiffened. Opening his mouth to protest, the words turn to ash in his mouth at her pleading gaze. With a sigh, he gave a resigned nod. “I’ll keep them on all day. Promise.”
Ran and Kakucho exchanged a glance.
—
Murderers, traffickers, scum of the earth alike couldn’t believe their eyes.
Colorful stickers, some big and some small, littered across the lethal leader’s face like the inside of a child’s school book. And he sat there. Unperturbed. Unbothered. Unashamed.
Because who’s gonna check a crashout who loves his kid?
ᯓ tags│age gap (legal ofc), inexperienced reader, mention of drugs, possessive behavior, jealousy, smut, missionary, doggy, matingpress, size kink, manhandling, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, overstimulation, safe word, edging, choking, pinning, oral, bj, hair pulling, bdsm│word count : 5k
─ SANZU HARUCHIYO
sanzu keeps finding himself thinking about you during meetings, during jobs, during long nights. at first, he tells himself it's curiosity - then obsession. by the time he realizes it's love, it's already far too late. you're living in his head rent-free, and every attempt he makes to ignore it only makes it worse.
the age gap bothers him more than it bothers you. because he genuinely believes you're too good for him. he's spent years surrounded by violence, crime. meanwhile, you have a normal life, normal friends, normal worries. when he looks at you, it's like looking through a window into a life he never got to have.
despite his reputation, he's surprisingly soft around you. not in a weak way - just different. there are sides of him that nobody else gets to see. he lets you see his exhaustion. lets you see those rare moments when the weight of everything catches up to him. on nights when he comes home tired, he'll rest his head in your lap and close his eyes while you play with his hair.
he acts annoyed when you worry about him, but secretly he loves it. every text asking if he got home safely. every reminder to eat. every time you tell him to get more sleep. nobody has taken care of him like that in years.
sometimes he'll read your messages while sitting in a room full of dangerous men and feel something painfully warm settle in his chest. he won't answer right away - he likes pretending he's cooler than he is but everyone around him notices how much softer his expression gets whenever your name appears on his phone.
sanzu becomes ridiculously protective, though he tries very hard not to be controlling. there's a difference, and he knows it. he understands that you're your own person. he respects your independence. but that doesn't stop him from worrying constantly.
every time you mention going somewhere alone at night, he immediately starts asking questions. every time you take too long to answer a text, he has to physically stop himself from checking whether something happened to you. he trusts you completely.
one of his favorite things is listening to you talk. genuinely listening. you could spend twenty minutes explaining workplace drama, a movie you watched, a random fact you learned online, and he'd sit there absorbing every word. half the time he has no idea why he's so interested. logically, none of it should matter.
compared to the things he deals with daily, your stories are insignificant. but because they're yours, he hangs onto every detail. weeks later he'll casually bring up something you mentioned once and you'll stare at him in surprise because you forgot all about it. meanwhile, he remembered every word.
he develops a habit of buying you things whenever he sees something that reminds him of you. sometimes it's expensive jewelry. sometimes it's a snack from a convenience store. the price doesn't matter. what matters is that he saw it and immediately thought of you.
his apartment slowly fills with evidence of this habit. little trinkets, books, flowers. random gifts with no special occasion attached. when you ask why he keeps bringing you things, he shrugs and mumbles something about having money to waste. the truth is much simpler: he likes seeing you smile.
jealousy is one of sanzu's worst traits, and unlike some people, he doesn't hide it well at all. in fact, sometimes it feels like he doesn't even try. the second he notices someone getting a little too comfortable with you, his entire demeanor changes, his smile disappears, his patience vanishes. suddenly every little thing irritates him. he doesn't sit quietly and pretend everything is fine because everything is not fine.
he'll insert himself into the situation immediately, draping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side, interrupting conversations, making it painfully obvious that he's unhappy. the problem isn't that he doesn't trust you. he does. it's other people he doesn't trust. unfortunately, when his temper gets involved, that distinction isn't always obvious.
it causes arguments more often than either of you would like. sanzu can be surprisingly sensitive when it comes to you, and jealousy has a habit of dragging every insecurity he has straight to the surface. he'll get irritated over things you consider harmless.
he loves domestic moments more than he'd ever admit. grocery shopping together, cooking dinner, arguing over what movie to watch. falling asleep on opposite sides of the couch because neither of you intended to nap. these moments mean more to him than expensive dates or grand gestures. his entire life is built around danger and unpredictability. with you, things are simple.
there are moments when he looks at you and feels almost overwhelmed by how much he loves you. moments when you're laughing at something stupid, moments when you're half-asleep and mumbling nonsense. his chest actually aches because the feeling is too big, too much. he spent years believing he wasn't capable of loving someone normally. then you came along and proved him wrong.
if anyone ever asked him what his favorite thing about you is, he'd probably scoff and refuse to answer. but privately, the answer would be easy. it's the fact that you see him as a person first. not a monster - just him. and for someone who has spent most of his life being viewed through the lens of violence and chaos, that kind of love feels almost miraculous. even after years together, there are still moments when he catches himself looking at you and thinking the exact same thing:
I can't believe you're real.
sanzu's addiction is probably the thing that scares him most once he falls in love with you. before you, he could ignore the damage he was doing to himself. he didn't care enough to stop. if he woke up miserable, if his body paid the price, if he spiraled, that was his problem. but then you happen.
suddenly there is someone whose face he wants to see tomorrow, someone he wants to come home to, someone whose hands he wants to hold ten years from now. he doesn't magically recover because of love. that's not how addiction works. there are setbacks, bad days, moments where he pushes you away because he's ashamed of himself.
but you're one of the few people who sees the difference between the ruthless bonten executive and the exhausted man underneath. you never treat him like a project to fix, you don't lecture him, you don't try to save him single-handedly - you just stay.
moving to his intimate side, sanzu is the type of man who worships you during sex. the first time he sees you undressed, he can't take his eyes off of you. because of his life, he is more on experienced so he knows what he's doing. once sanzu finds out that you haven't been with anyone before - he makes sure to take care of you more delicately.
he enjoys giving more than receiving for sure and can stay between your legs for hours until you physically can't take it anymore. sanzu hates to admit how much he loves when you're desperate for him. that's why he denies your orgasm quite often to see you fall apart under him.
"haru- please, too much." tears are falling apart from the corner of your eyes as you beg for him to let you cum. sanzu keeps pushing all the right buttons - he's circling your clit, hitting that one spot with his long fingers and licking your cunt nonstop. but then he suddenly stops to look up at you - you're a babbling mess, chanting his name like a prayer and begging for release.
you expect him to be mean about it - but he's not. he would rather die than degrade you during your most vulnerable state.
"you're doin' so good, baby, jus' one more f'me." he praises, his voice vibrating throughout your whole body.
sanzu has a staring problem generally - and it shows during sex as well. sometimes he gets distracted when he sees you, hair messy, face flushed, lips red and bruised and he gets so hard. when you also look back at him and hold eye-contact - sanzu takes it as a challenge and will not look away until he makes you lose.
when he's in a good mood - he likes to tease and make you shy. for example, when your legs are on his shoulders as he pounds into you, you're completely open for him. your eyes are rolling back from the pleasure, your tits are moving up and down and you feel like a mess.
"you look so perfect, baby- fuck, so tight f'me, yeah?"
your face gets even more red at his words and you try to hide your face in your hands but sanzu doesn't let you - he will spread your legs apart and get closer to your face - pinning both of your hands on top of your head and keeps thrusting in and out.
"don' hide from me, sweetheart- wanna look at you."
however, sanzu also loves when you're the one making him flustered especially when he doesn't expect it. he could be working on some documents and you suddenly appear out of nowhere, dressed in his clothes, sitting on top of his lap. at first, he smiles at the sight - his favorite girl showing affection. but when you start making out with him, trailing kisses on his neck and softly grinding on his bulge - sanzu's in heaven.
the papers are long forgotten as he wraps his hands around your waist and helps you move better - his cheeks turn pink like his hair and he gets all whiny and loud. "fuck- baby, you feel so good!" sanzu praises as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him to shut him up.
his favorite position is whatever lets him be as close to you as possible. yes, he enjoys everything you two do together but sanzu is desperate to hold, kiss and bite you. he loves hiding his face in the crook of your neck the most as he pounds into you, leaving marks all over your throat as he smells your scent, hears your moans, taste your skin.
─ RAN HAITANI
the age gap becomes a source of endless teasing. not because he's trying to make you uncomfortable, but because he finds your reactions adorable. every time you call him old, he gasps dramatically like you've mortally wounded him. every birthday becomes an opportunity for you to make a joke about his age and for him to spend the rest of the day pretending he's the victim.
meanwhile, he's secretly very fond of the difference in life experience between you. not in a controlling way - he actually loves hearing your perspective on things. sometimes you'll say something simple, something obvious, and he'll find himself staring because you've managed to make him look at a situation differently.
because he owns multiple clubs and nightlife businesses through bonten's operations, his schedule is unusual. he's often awake when everyone else is asleep and asleep when everyone else is working. yet somehow, he always makes time for you. if that means leaving a club early, he'll leave early. if that means canceling plans, he'll cancel them.
you're more important to him. soon you realize this man, who has entire businesses depending on him, keeps abandoning meetings because you asked if he wanted to get lunch. physical affection comes naturally to him. he's not shy - if he wants to hold your hand, he'll hold your hand. he doesn't think twice about it, doesn't matter if you're in public or not.
his hand is always resting on your knee while you're sitting together, his fingers brushing against yours while walking. his arm draped over the back of your chair. that's just how he is. he likes being close to you.
despite all the teasing, he's actually very attentive. ran notices everything. people often underestimate how observant he is because he acts so relaxed, but he's constantly paying attention. he notices when you're tired before you mention it. notices when you're stressed. notices when your smile seems forced. notices when something is bothering you.
the difference is that he doesn't always address it directly. instead, he'll find little ways to make things easier. maybe he brings your favorite food home. maybe he cancels plans so the two of you can spend the evening together. maybe he distracts you until you're laughing despite yourself. he understands that not every problem can be solved, but he likes making your bad days a little better.
bonten members are used to seeing ran flirt with everyone. they're used to his jokes and his charm. what they're not used to seeing is genuine affection because the version of ran they know is always performing a little bit. then you come along and suddenly he's smiling differently - more soft and warm.
rindou acts annoyed by his brother's antics, but secretly enjoys watching him be happy. the teasing goes both ways. if ran is spending too much time texting you, rindou points it out. if ran cancels plans because you're free that evening, rindou points it out. if ran starts smiling at his phone during a meeting, rindou definitely points it out.
"she texted you, didn't she?"
"mind your business."
despite all the teasing, rindou genuinely likes you. mostly because you're one of the few people capable of getting ran to slow down occasionally. he's spent years watching his brother throw himself into dangerous situations and seeing someone become important enough for ran to think about consequences is reassuring.
one thing about ran is that he absolutely loves sleep. this man can nap anywhere and once you're together, he becomes shameless about using you as a pillow. you'll be sitting on a couch watching television and suddenly there's a head in your lap. you'll be reading a book and feel him leaning against your shoulder. you'll wake up from a nap and discover he's somehow taken up most of the available space despite claiming he wasn't tired twenty minutes ago.
beneath all the jokes and teasing, though, there is a side of ran very few people ever see. despite his confidence, despite how relaxed he appears, he's not immune to fear. he knows exactly what kind of life he lives. he knows how dangerous bonten is. that's why he is always worried about your safety and it's a number one priority for him.
there are moments where you'll catch glimpses of the side of him very few people ever see. usually late at night when you're both lying awake in bed and neither of you feels like sleeping yet. those are the moments where the jokes fade away - where his voice gets quieter, he talks about things he normally keeps buried: childhood memories, regrets, fears. despite how confident he appears, ran carries loneliness too. years of it. and when he trusts you enough to show those parts of himself.
years into the relationship, he'll still look at you the same way he did in the beginning. still reach for your hand automatically. still pull you into his lap during movie nights, still bury his face in your shoulder when he's exhausted, still abandon important plans just because spending time with you sounds more appealing.
ran haitani in bed is something else. he already makes you feel special enough everyday but during sex - he makes you feel heavenly. oh, he knoooows what he's doing. ran is the type that talks you through it for sure. he talks, he teases, he does not shut up. no matter how many times you've gotten intimate - he doesn't fail to make you flustered and shy every single time.
ran is a tall, big man. he's also very strong and can manhandle you however he wishes. he does everything in his power to make you moan louder than before. he feeds off of it.
"like how I fuck you, baby?" he whispers in your ear from behind while pressing his chest down at your back. he's thrusting slow but hard - he goes so deep, you feel him in your tummy. ran slides down a hand to feel himself moving in and out of you. if you don't respond - he stops, cups your face and demands an answer.
"ran, please- don't stop!" you feel frustrated at the loss of an orgasm but once you do as he says - ran continues, pounding even deeper than before, stretching you out so much that your eyes roll back. his hand starts circling your clit and you start to see stars, release taking over you as he fucks you through it. ran haitani likes to take his time during sex. just like sanzu, he also edges you to your limit until you fall apart but he always leaves you satisfied in the end and it makes everything worth it.
most of the time you have sex with ran, you end up in cloud state. if you were shy and hesitant before, now you're babbling nonsense, begging for more - and he never disappoints. he loves to hear you beg for more, moan his name and be desperate as you leave scratches all over his back and arms. he is a masochist more than a sadist - you can slap him, hurt him, scratch whatever you want and it'll only turn him on more.
every time you do try to be dominant, you end up disappointed. ran takes it as a challenge whenever you get on top of him. he lets you have your control but as soon as you start riding him, you fall apart. he starts teasing you, whispering soft praises, playing with your clit and tits, pushing himself up to go in deeper and you lose all your composure. ran ends up rolling you over, getting on top of you and finishing everything on his terms.
"you did good, sweetheart, lemme take over now." he whispers in your ear seductively as he kisses and hits all the right spots.
ran's sex drive is high. he's freaked out almost everyday and can keep going over and over until you pass out from sleep. he tries something new every time you have sex, testing your limits.
one thing he does quite often is wrapping his big, large hands on your throat and staring at your expression while your eyes are rolled back, mouth open from pleasure. the sight of you makes him lose it every time and he has to fight his own body to not cum right on the spot.
ran loves, loves, loves eating you out too much. it always ends up with you pulling on his hair, forcing him stop because it's your third time cumming in a row and you're overstimulated. he frowns but praises you after for doing so good.
ran's big on praise but there are times he's too lost in pleasure and can't control what he says. "such a good slut f'me, fuck, fuck-"
another thing he does is pulling your hair. because of this, one if his favorite position is doggy because he gets to pull your hair and expose your soft neck to him. he leaves marks all over your shoulder and throat as he fucks you from behind. he also gets to whisper sweet praises in your ear and pull you on the edge.
─ RINDOU HAITANI
the age gap is something he thinks about more seriously than he admits. he wants to make sure you're comfortable. he wants to make sure you're making your own decisions. he never wants you to feel pressured by his age, his status, or his position within bonten. once he realizes the relationship is serious, though, he stops overthinking it and simply focuses on making you happy.
out of all the bonten executives, rindou is probably one of the least interested in public displays of affection. not because he's embarrassed of you. quite the opposite, actually. he values the relationship so much that it almost feels private to him - something special. something that belongs to the two of you rather than the rest of the world.
when you're attending events related to the clubs he helps manage and oversee, he stays relatively composed. maybe a hand on the small of your back while guiding you through a crowd. maybe his fingers briefly finding yours. maybe a protective hand on your shoulder.
the moment the two of you are home, he's suddenly attached to your side. he's especially fond of small, quiet touches. if you're cooking dinner, he's leaning against the counter nearby pretending he's not specifically there. but soon enough you feel him wrap his arms around you from behind and place soft kisses on your neck.
rindou often pretends not to care while obviously caring a lot. you'll mention being cold and suddenly a jacket appears over your shoulders. you'll mention being hungry and somehow food arrives. you'll say you're tired and he'll quietly suggest heading home earlier. then when you thank him, he shrugs and acts like it was nothing.
the sweetest thing about him is that he genuinely listens. every little detail you mention gets filed away somewhere in his memory. your favorite drink. the movie you've been wanting to watch. the book you've mentioned three separate times. you'll casually talk about something once and forget about it entirely. then weeks later he'll show up with tickets, reservations, or some small gift connected to that conversation.
late at night is when his softer side appears most often. the city is quiet. the clubs are closed or running without him. bonten feels far away. and suddenly it's just the two of you curled up together in bed. those are the moments where he'll actually talk about things. his worries. his thoughts. memories from years ago. things he would never tell most people.
jealousy is one of the few things capable of bringing that temper out almost instantly. unlike ran, who might tease his way through jealousy, rindou gets noticeably annoyed. if someone is flirting with you, he isn't going to sit there smiling through it. his entire mood drops.
conversations become shorter. his expression gets harder. and if the person continues despite the obvious signs, that's when the irritation starts becoming visible. he'll move closer to you without thinking about it. his hand finds yours. his arm settles around your shoulders. suddenly he's involved in the conversation whether anyone invited him or not - and he will be mean about it!
the worst arguments in your relationship usually happen because rindou has a habit of bottling things up. he's not naturally expressive. if something bothers him, he'll often sit with it for hours before saying anything. unfortunately, by the time he finally speaks up, he's already irritated.
you'll ask what's wrong. he'll say "nothing." you'll ask again. same answer. then three hours later he's suddenly admitting that something from earlier bothered him and now you're both trying to untangle a problem that could've been solved immediately. it's frustrating for both of you. he knows it's frustrating. he just struggles with vulnerability sometimes.
however, one thing about rindou is that he hates staying angry with you. genuinely hates it. arguments make him miserable. even when he's convinced he's right, even when he's still annoyed, he hates the distance that comes afterward. he'll sit alone replaying the conversation in his head, picking apart every sentence, wondering if he handled things poorly. sometimes his pride gets in the way for a little while, but eventually the need to fix things wins every single time.
rindou is also quite experienced when it comes to sex. he knows what buttons to push - he's quiet but focused. at first he won't initiate anything, afraid to make you uncomfortable. he's so hesitant during the first time but once he notices you're nervous, he becomes gentle and guides you through it.
rindou is much softer with you and it takes him a long time for him to get the hang of the relationship. before you, his sex life was pretty much one-night-stands. with you, he doesn't want to mess up so he does everything in his power to make you feel secure and safe. he asks you occasionally if you're okay.
unlike the other two, rindou is much thicker in size and the way he stretches you out feels heavenly every time. he's not much of a talker - all you hear from him are occasional grunts and groans. although, your moans are his favorite thing to hear.
rindou doesn't usually like to shut you up but there are moments when he gets the urge to push his fingers down your throat. it's not that you're being too loud- no, he could listen to you all day if he wanted to. it's just the sight of you sucking on his fingers pulls him to the edge.
rindou works out almost everyday so he is pretty built and strong. when you point out how amazing his biceps look, he gets flustered. later that day, he makes sure to show you how strong he really is. just like his brother, rin's also into choking - but he chokes you with his biceps instead.
you're on your knees and elbows when he thrusts into you from behind. he forces you up by pulling your hair and headlocks your neck in his big, strong arms. your back arches and you feel him hit spots you didn't even know existed.
unexpectedly, you and rindou get so lost in the pleasure, you have to discuss having a safe word. he could be eating you out, fucking you into oblivion and then making you sit on his face and all of a sudden, you're too overwhelmed, your body aching from both pain and pleasure.
speaking of face-sitting, rin is into every position where you're on top of him. oh, how much he loooves having you ride him on the couch after a long, tiring day. he still makes sure to help you move better if you get tired. if you complain too much, he gets a little "mean" and tells you to take it because "you're a good girl for me, yeah?". will praise you endlessly after you're done, though.
rin is a very touch-starved man. he likes to feel you close. 99% of the time he's sweet but angry sex with rindou is something entirely different. it usually happens when he gets jealous. when he noticed someone hitting you up at his club and he got genuinely irritated.
he obviously doesn't mention why his mood changed until you ask and that's when he loses all his composure - tying you up the to the bed and taking out all his anger on you. that's when he first realizes he enjoys overstimulating you a bit too much. he can't help himself the way he licks all over your cunt while pushing fingers deep inside you. your hands are tied up so you can't hold on to anything and you feel helpless and vulnerable under him but he's making you feel so good.
if you couldn't tell already, rindou would rather give than receive. but there are times, you want to do something for him too. rin's a bit hesitant when you first go down on him. he's the one that feels overwhelmed this time - the way your mouth feels so warm and amazing around him, the way your tongue moves around his tip.
rindou loves to manhandle and use his strength on you. your legs could be on his shoulders, you're so close to cumming and he suddenly decides to flip you on your stomach and push his dick deeper from behind. he also enjoys fucking into you on the shower wall, hands under your thighs while he's holding you up. he groans at how your walls squeeze him tight and bites your neck out of frustration.
his head rolls backwards from the pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you down deeper, reaching your throat. that's the first time you hear him moan out of pleasure. "fuck- jus' like that, don't stop-" he's completely lost in pleasure as you bob your head up and down nonstop. looking at you on your knees as you suck him off becomes his favorite sight of you.
Contains: cursing, fighting, blood, crimes, shoplifting, smoking, petty crimes, beating gender norms, pickpocketing, and gang activity
A/N: Sukeban is a Japanese term for a "delinquent girl" or the leader/members of all-female youth gangs that emerged in 1960s Japan, known for rebelling against gender norms through unique fashion (like modified school uniforms, messy hair, thin eyebrows) and solidarity, protesting societal expectations.
Summary: Sukeban were supposed to be a thing of the past girl gangs that had vanished after their peak decades ago. That was why it came as such a shock when the two of them turned the corner and found you standing with a group of sukeban girls, laughing as chains and bats came crashing down on some gang members from roppongi, guys who were beaten black and blue.
They weren’t meant to exist anymore, yet here you were proof that the legends hadn’t died after all. You noticed them staring and flashed a sharp grin, tightening your grip on the chain before slamming it against the wall. The metallic clang echoed through the alley, loud and deliberate, sending a clear message that this was your groups territory now ⟡ ݁₊ .๋࣭
╰┈➤ ⸝⸝★ Tokyo Revengers ୭ ˚.
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Sukebans were all-female teenage gangs that appeared in Japan during the 1960s and 70s. The name, created by police, roughly means “delinquent girl.” These girls pushed back against strict gender roles and expectations placed on young women in a male-dominated society
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ They became known for modifying their school uniforms, sticking together as tight-knit groups, and refusing to behave the way society expected them to. While sukeban were involved in fights and petty crime, their rebellion was also about proving that being tough, independent, and female weren’t opposites, and you made that known by gang members of Roppongi
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Roppongi wasn’t supposed to change or have a new gang that challenged to gain territory in the span of a couple of days because Roppongi belonged to the Haitani brothers. It had belonged to them for years, even after prison, even after the city tried to pretend they were gone and it would keep belonging to them for as long as they walked its streets without fear
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ So when rumors started crawling through clubs and alleyways about an old gang resurfacing something people swore had died decades ago Ran had laughed it off. “A new gang?” he’d said, voice lazy, amused, smoke curling from the corner of his mouth. “In our district?” Rindou hadn’t laughed. He slowed his steps instead, fingers lifting to adjust his glasses, violet eyes sharpening with focus. “They say the guys from Roppongi South didn’t even get a chance to fight back.”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ That night, they took a shortcut through the backstreets narrow alleys soaked in neon light and old grime fresh off shaking down a few idiots who thought they could try challenge the two. The city was quieter here, the kind of quiet that swallowed screams before they reached the street.
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ That was when they saw the bodies. Men lay scattered across the alley like discarded trash groaning, coughing blood, clutching broken ribs and shattered pride. A baseball bat lay snapped clean in half. Chains dragged dark red streaks across cracked concrete. One guy tried to crawl away when he noticed them, fingers scraping uselessly against the ground before his strength gave out and he collapsed with a choked whimper
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran stopped walking “Well,” he hummed, lips curling into a smile. “Someone had fun.”His foot nudging the body as the sound of girls laughing was heard. Loud and rough. The Haitani brothers turned the corner, and saw a figure of a girl who stood at the center of it all
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Your long skirt brushed against heavy boots, sleeves rolled high enough to expose bruised knuckles and fresh blood smeared across your skin. A face mask hid your mouth, but not your eyes dark, calculating, locking onto them the instant you realized they weren’t just more gang trash. Around you, girls moved like a storm
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Chains swung with practiced ease. Bats cracked down without hesitation. Boots slammed into already broken bodies until the alley echoed with pain and impact. One of the men screamed causing you to laugh as you lifted the chain in your hand and slammed it against the wall. The metallic clang rang through the alley, loud and deliberate, cutting through everything else. The girls slowed stopping their harsh assault of violence. Every ounce of attention shifted to you
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ “This is our turf,” you snapped, voice rough, commanding kicking the male body by your feet to the wall “So you better not come back or else we're gonna be snappin necks” Ran tilted his head, eyes sparkling with unmistakable interest, like he’d stumbled onto something rare while Rindou’s gaze swept over the scene the modified uniforms, the weapons hidden beneath fabric, the absolute lack of hesitation in every movement as his jaw tightened "Sukeban" Rindou muttered letting out a sigh
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran, on the other hand, looked delighted “Well,” he said lightly, hands sliding into his pockets as he took a step forward, unbothered by the blood on the ground or the weapons in reach. “Didn’t think tonight would get interesting.” Your eyes tracked him instantly
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ You side eyed them gripping onto the chain, the girls behind you shifted as one, chains tightening, grips adjusting. They didn’t move unless you did. Rindou noticed that. Hierarchy, and that you were on top of it all. Ran stopped just short of crossing an invisible line. His smile didn’t fade, but something sharper flickered beneath it curiosity possibly or more
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ “You’re making a lot of noise for someone new,” he said. You met his gaze without blinking “Ain’t our fault,” you replied. “We don’t need to be quiet for some stupid shit even at night” The alley went still for a moment, it felt like the city itself was holding its breath, waiting to see who would step forward first
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Then you turned away just like that. You slung the chain over your shoulder and walked past the wreckage, your girls falling in behind you without a word. Boots crunched over broken glass. Laughter rose again, quieter now, satisfied. You didn’t look back
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran watched until you and the girls following behind disappeared into the neon glow, his grin slow and dangerous “…Yeah,” he murmured. “She’s trouble.” Rindou exhaled through his nose, eyes lingering on the bloodstained concrete and the bodies left behind. “This isn’t over,” he said flatly. “They didn’t come back for nothing.” Ran chuckled, turning to follow him out of the alley to go a different way instead of the shortcut they usually went through “Good.”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ After that night, the Haitani brothers started seeing you everywhere. Not close enough to corner but never far enough to miss
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Sometimes you were perched on a rusted railing behind a club, cigarette balanced between your fingers like the world hadn’t moved past the seventies. Girls clustered around you laughing, swearing, patching each other up with practiced hands. You watched over them with sharp eyes and an easy authority, exhaling smoke like it belonged to you
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Other times, you were quieter. Adjusting a torn sleeve. Retightening a tie. Cleaning blood from someone else’s knuckles with a gentleness that didn’t match the reputation spreading through Roppongi like wildfire and every single time you noticed them first
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Your gaze would lift, lock onto Ran’s, and you’d smirk beneath your mask. Sometimes you waved, slow and mocking. Sometimes you just tilted your head, like you were daring him to try something, but Ran adored it “She’s cute,” he said once, watching you snap your lighter shut with practiced ease. “Got bite.” Rindou scoffed, arms crossed. “She’s a pain in the ass.” Ran glanced at him, amused. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “She’s stirring shit in Roppongi.” Ran shrugged. “So do we.”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ By then, running into them had stopped feeling like a coincidence. You were halfway down an aisle when you felt it again that prickle between your shoulders, the sense of being watched by someone who knew exactly what you were doing. The store smelled like cheap perfume and detergent, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You didn’t look up. You didn’t need to
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ You slid the pack of cigarettes into your sleeve with practiced ease “Careful,” Ran’s voice drifted from beside you, amused and lazy. “Camera’s angled wrong over there.” your hand stilled for half a second then you glanced sideways
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ He was pretending to browse, one hand tucked into his pocket, eyes half-lidded like this was the most normal thing in the world. When you didn’t say anything, he reached out and casually picked up a candy bar, blocking the camera’s view as he leaned in just enough “There,” he murmured. “You’re good.” you snorted under your breath. “Didn’t ask for help.” “Didn’t say you did.” He smiled, sharp and pleased with himself
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ “But it’d be a shame if you got caught.” your eyes glanced towards the register, the clerk barely looked up too bored and underpaid to care. You couldn't help but click your tongue placing the pack back and walking off. Ran paid for his candy, then without breaking stride dropped the cigarettes you put back into your hands as you walked past him leaving the convenience store with packet of pocky you bought
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ “On me,” Ran said lightly, stepping outside with you. You paused just past the door, smoke already between your fingers. You exhaled slowly, then looked at him. “You always stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?” Ran laughed, hands in his pockets. “Only when I’m interested.” you rolled your eyes but you didn’t hand the cigarettes back and took out the cigarette flipped upside down holding it up to Ran’s lip “Make a wish” the males violet eyes shining “oh?” Ran smirked and did a fake blow in the cigarette as you flipped it over, and placed it inbetween your lips side eyeing him "What? I was doing a favour in return" "Nothing" Ran shrugged as you scoffed walking off leaving Ran by himself
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ Rindou was different. You found him weeks later in the same convenience store, tucked into the far corner aisle like he belonged there, glasses pushed up his nose as he stared at rows of boxed hair dye with visible irritation. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing everything in dull white as the refrigerators hummed behind you
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ You stopped short when you spotted him there, brow lifting slightly. “…You serious?” you asked, tone flat. He glanced at you, unimpressed, then back to the shelf. “What?” You gestured vaguely at the wall of color. “You. Standing here about to read ingredients.” Rindou scoffed quietly. “Says the one who’s been staring at the same box for five minutes.” You clicked your tongue and turned back to the shelf. “They’re all trash. Half of these fry your hair.” “That one’s worse,” he said immediately, nudging a box aside with two fingers. “Too much ammonia.” You blinked, genuinely caught off guard. “You dye your hair once and suddenly you’re an expert?” “I bleach it,” he corrected without looking at you. “There’s a difference.”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ You picked up another box and held it out between you. “This one?” “Cheap brand. Fades fast.” You shot him a glare, and he met it without flinching, expression flat and unreadable. “…You’re annoying,” you muttered. “And you’re stubborn,” he replied evenly. He stepped closer, reaching past you to grab a darker shade, close enough that you could smell soap and smoke on him, and shoved the box into your hands. “That’ll hold better. Less damage.” You hesitated, fingers curling around the cardboard before glancing up at him. “How long you’ve been doing your hair?” He shrugged slightly. “Since I was younger. Ran started the idea.” A small snort slipped out of you as you looked back down at the box, then you tossed it into your basket anyway. “Figures... your hair’s deepfried as shit" Rindou side-eyed you, eye twitching as you picked out a conditioning bottle, placing it in his hands
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ At the counter, Rindou added a box of blue dye to the pile without comment, barely sparing it a glance as the clerk scanned the items with bored efficiency
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ Outside, the night air felt cooler against your skin as Rindou tucked the bag under his arm and glanced at you sideways. “Don’t mess it up,” he said. You snickered behind your mask. “Worried about me?” He scoffed, looking away. “No. Worried you’ll blame me for that shit” You snickered for a moment neither of you said anything as you took the bag from the worker and stepped back into the street, the silence between you settling into something unfamiliar but oddly comfortable
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ The Haitani brothers soon started showing up more often after that. Not exactly starting a fight they were just… there. Ran would light your cigarette without asking, flicking his lighter that he brought around now and shut it with a grin when you took the first drag and on purpose blew smoke at his face to get a reaction that would usually fail
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Rindou would be closer than he let on, eyes always scanning the street, correcting your stance without touching when a fight loomed. “Your guard’s open,” he muttered once. You adjusted without comment, knocking a guy flat seconds later. Rindou huffed. “Tch. See?”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran likes to find himself enjoying watching you fight like you’ve got nothing to lose, bottles smashed, elbows driven in, skirts stained dark with blood that isn’t yours. He watches you with that amused, lazy smile, like the violence you cause is entertainment
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ When you continue to shoplift, he doesn’t ask what you’re taking or why. He just distracts whoever needs distracting, lets you slip whatever you want into your sleeves or waistband, and laughs when you walk out clean. He never tells you to calm down, never tells you to watch your mouth or your temper. That’s why you don’t snap at him like you do everyone else. He treats you like a loaded weapon dangerous, useful, and worth respecting
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Rindou is different. He doesn’t watch you like a show; he watches you like a fighter. He notices how you move, how you don’t hesitate to go for joints, throats, weak points and somehow he always nit picks it
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ If someone laughs and calls you the Haitani's girl or assumes you’re tagging along, Rindou shuts it down immediately, blunt and sharp. He makes it clear you’re not lesser or even a item. You’re your own threat but sometimes he steps back as you beat the shit out of someone close to breaking joints, asking them to speak louder than when they are bitching
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ They still knew exactly what you were. A sukeban a gorl who broke rules and gender norms with the same casual ease she broke noses, you laughed too loud, and fought dirty just like the other girls from your group
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ One night, after a scuffle that left blood on Ran’s knuckles and a new tear in your uniform, the three of you sat on a rooftop overlooking neon-lit streets. You leaned back on your hands, chain coiled at your side, mask tugged loose just enough to breathe. “You know,” Ran said, staring at the skyline, “people keep asking us when we're gonna make you an enemy.” You snorted. “You could try.” Rindou scoffed. “We're not that stupid.” Ran grinned. “Nah. Enemies are predictable.” He glanced at you, eyes bright. “Friends are way more interesting.”
━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ You didn’t answer right away. Just laughed, sharp and fearless, pulling your mask back into place as you stood. “Don’t get distracted,” you said. “I’m still a problem.” Rindou stood too, cracking his neck “Good,” he replied. “So are we.” A grin appeared on your face as you spoke “Lets get icecream” “OH MY GOD YES” Ran grinned ignoring how Rindou face palmed
↪ Mikey whose dark eyes are watching you languidly as you bounce on top of him, eyes fixed at where the both of you are connected while he leans back against the stack of pillows against his headboard. His adam's apple bobs as he brings his gaze back to your face and sees how entranced you are, soft pants escaping your kiss swollen lips.
God, he thinks there's nothing else more beautiful than you are at that moment.
↪Mikey who shudders the moment the words "I love you" leaves your lips and like a man possessed, he surges forward to pull you into a searing kiss. His hand is on the back of your head tugging at your hair, the sudden pull forces a gasp out of you and his tongue delves in. You're both trying to breathe heavily against the kiss. His chest is pressed tightly against yours as his free arm wounds around your body. You can feel his heartbeat from this position, the steady thump of his heart against his ribcage that threatened to burst at any moment.
↪ Mikey who greedily laps up the noises you make against his lips as he slowly gyrates his hips against yours. The position lets him pull you deep against him, your clit brushing against his pelvis with each slow circle of his hips. You were already so close - just a little more, just a little more and - suddenly, you whined his name so sweetly.
Mikey feels something inside him snap.
↪ Mikey who suddenly pushes you onto your back, the mattress creaking in response as he spreads your legs and starts pistoning himself inside you against that spot you love the most. His cheeks are flushed and his blonde hair is a mess, sweat runs down the firm muscle of his arm but his gaze is locked onto your own. He leans down to breathe against your neck, the scent of your shampoo and your skin filling his senses.
He groans, dick twitching slightly inside your heat as he melts into you.
You're on the edge of the precipice - the both of you are.
Mikey's movements are starting to falter and you're whining louder against his ear. Mikey's voice when he speaks is rough and gravelly, strained from having to keep the relentless pace he had started as he chases after both of your highs.
↪"Say it again." He says, clearly with effort. Mikey's nose nuzzles against your neck, his other hand gripping your hip with an almost bruising force as he feels you tighten around him.
He pulls away just slightly to look at you, lips parted as he pants.
"Tell me you love me."
↪ Mikey who makes it harder for you to speak as his thumb finds your clit and starts drawing quick and tight circles around your sensitive nub. You manage his request with a quivering voice, head suddenly throwing back as the intensity of your orgasm takes you by surprise. Mikey helps you through it, coaxing you gently with soft caresses and slow and deep thrusts.
↪Mikey who pulls out of you the moment he feels you go limp and jerks himself off to completion.
↪Mikey who's mesmerized at the sight of his cum splattered against your soft skin, admiring the slight sheen from exertion and sweat.
↪"Fuck." He whispers under his breath before he leans down to give you a deep kiss, this time it's less frantic - like he's finally here and he melts into putty the moment your hands run through his hair.
↪"I love you." Mikey who finally says it back with the softest look in his eyes. His heart already feels full, but the moment you smile at him it's as though a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.
Perhaps today - he decides - he'll stop being invincible.
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wrote this instead of sleeping 😎
This is my second attempt at nsfw pls be nice. (●´⌓`●)
⊹₊ 𐔌 The older haitaini — RAN, has been keeping an eye on you for a while now. whenever rindou brought his friends home, he’d shamelessly squeeze every second of interaction he could out of you. bringing out cups of tea, pretending it was simply out of goodwill, all just to hear your quiet “thank you.”,. he’d even go as low as wandering out of his room under the excuse of getting a glass of water despite not being the slightest bit thirsty, secretly hoping you’d invite him to join the conversation.
of course, he’d decline with a casual shrug, acting as though he had better things to do. all while his cute little brother sat nearby, shooting daggers at him for so obviously fishing for your attention.
with one rather unfortunate turn of events unfolding downstairs — a drink accidentally spilled all over you — ran caught the quiet, frustrated “goddammit,” that slipped past your lips as your footsteps wandered through the house in search of the bathroom.
to ran, however, it couldn’t have come at a better time.
“Ah… ahh, what to do?” ran muttered, leaning against the doorframe and towering over you just outside the bathroom. his long, raccoon-colored hair dripped with water, a towel slung low around his waist.
“Should I just tell my brother his cute little friend just barged into my bathroom?” ran mused, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. he leaned in, the damp tips of his thumb and index finger gently catching your chin, coaxing your gaze up to meet his.
“I’ve got a feeling he won’t let you come over for quite a while after that… hm?”
again, he teased. ran watched the way you nervously bit your lower lip, your eyes flickering with panic as you struggled to find the right words. every little reaction was exactly what he’d been hoping for. you were playing right into his hands. “N-no, please,” you pleaded.
damn, you’re getting him excited. too damn excited. The towel hanging loosely around his waist — miserably failing to do its only job to cover his manhood; who, no shame, hides its excitement.
“What should we do then, hm?” he asked, his voice maddeningly calm. a beat of silence passed before he spoke again. “What could we possibly do to make it even?”
He wasn’t rushing you. that was the worst part. ran simply let the silence settle, watching panic do all the work for him. every passing second left you more flustered, your thoughts spiraling until you could barely think straight. he hardly needed to manipulate you anymore — you were unraveling all on your own.
then, just as he anticipated — “P-please…” you blurted, desperation creeping into your voice. “I’ll do anything—anything… just don’t let rindou know. He’ll get mad.”
ran’s smile deepened, subtle enough that you almost missed it. you knew well enough how fiercely rindou loved his older brother. if it ever came down to choosing between the two of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe he’d take your side.
And ran knew that, too.
“Anything?” he repeated, his gaze lingering on your visibly trembling body — examining closely from head to toe. you swallowed the lump in your throat before giving a slow, almost imperceptible nod.
“…Anything.”
⊹₊ 𐔌 MIKEY’s childhood friend — baji’s younger sister, returning from the city with his grandparents after years without so much as a word.
he could barely remember you. the little girl with rosy, chubby cheeks, innocent looking wide round eyes, and a height that barely reached his shoulders had long since disappeared, replaced by someone far more mature than he’d ever imagined — body shaped so weirdly that he can never even think of. so… erotic. he could only stare.
you on the other hand, thought mikey had barely changed. “Hair’s longer now, I see,” you teased with a small smile, the familiar words carrying you right back to the days when he’d never let a single opportunity to tease you slip by.
the next few days were spent with mikey and your brother, falling right back into the rhythm you’d left behind years ago. his endless teasing, lazy antics, and shameless selfishness hadn’t changed one bit. having some time, he’d shamelessly ask for a massage. you’d always been the best at it.
“Come on,” the blond groaned, flopping onto the couch in his garage room, both waiting for baji who begrudgingly went to buy snacks after losing a game of rock-paper-scissors.
“Fine,” you could only groan in response, rolling your eyes and placing yourself onto the empty space beside him on the couch. you narrowed your eyes, catching another glimpse at the blond.
“How am I supposed to massage you with your shirt still on?” you frowned. “And where’s the oil?” your irritation only deepened when he simply sat up, eyes still closed, arms lazily lifted above his head.
he gave his shoulders a slight shrug, waiting expectantly. not a single word. the gesture alone was enough to tell you exactly what he wanted — and that’s how he’s always been.
“…Seriously?” you deadpanned, realizing he fully expected you to take his loose shirt off for him. With a reluctant groan, you did as he silently requested. grudgingly, you reached over and tugged the loose shirt over his head, tossing it aside, your gaze landing on his well-built abdomen — now that’s something that’s not similar to the past.
he cracked one eye open, an amused brow arching as he caught you staring. he’d been pointing toward the bottle of massage oil for the past few seconds, yet you hadn’t reacted at all. “Earth to you,” he called, waving a hand in front of your face. “Earth to you.”
“I’m amazing, aren’t I?” he grinned. you could’ve sworn a star sparkled beside his eye as he flashed that unbearably smug smile, proudly patting a hand against his toned abdomen as if waiting for your praise. instead, an irk mark seemed to appear on your forehead as you looked away, eyes squeezed shut.
“You know what? I don’t want to massage you anymore.”
you waited for a banter — but received a shrug instead “Yeah, you know what? I’ll massage you instead.” he flashed you a grin before resting his hands on your shoulders, effortlessly turning you around to face away from him.
His hands settled on your shoulders with surprising care, thumbs pressing into the knots better than you imagined him doing so. his hands slowly worked their way downward, thumbs pressing gentle circles through the fabric of your shirt, easing the tension from one sore spot after another. a quiet, involuntary, “Mhn…” escaped your lips as your shoulders gradually loosened beneath his touch.
His hands drifted lower until they reached the hem of your top, holding your hips with both hands, his thumbs slides underneath the garment, trying to catch a reaction from you. receiving a quiet sigh with no disapproval, the young latter guided his hands deeper onto the clothes. you thought nothing of it — this is how mikey is used too, he’s always been touchy.
“You’ve grown,” mikey mumbled, his gaze and fingers lingering beneath the thin layer that’s hiding your figure from his sight. “…Your body has changed so much.” he followed. if you weren’t his childhood friend you would’ve thought something different.
he drizzled a good amount of oil on his hands — now raising the fabric up above your shoulders before soothing the warm oil over your back. you twitched, resisting the soft touch on your back.
“I almost didn’t recognize you.” he grumbled, oiled hands pausing at the sides of your waist, leading back and forth; then, lazily, slowly — really slowly extending themselves upward. “M-Mikey,”
“Even your voice has changed.” his brows twitched, “…It became so seductive,” he drew you closer, right in between his legs, his hands bringing you close enough to feel his every breath, the warmth tickling your nape, hands steady against the sides of your ribcage.
“It’s making me wanna do bad things to you.”
⊹₊ 𐔌 SHINICHIRO — seeing his childhood crush again after what felt like a lifetime at a reunion held in wakasa’s private villa had his stomach flipping all over again. there you were, laughing softly, looking every bit as breathtaking as he remembered. maybe even better. and maybe, just maybe, this time he finally has a chance.
he’d changed, after all — older, more mature, far more composed than the hopeless teenager who could barely string two words together around you. and he remembered correctly, he could have sworn that used to be your type.
shinichiro couldn’t have thanked his beloved friend more for bringing you along with your friends. with a grin, wakasa gestured toward him — as if introducing the man with black locks to you again.
You let out a small laugh.“I remember Sano, silly. How could I ever forget him?”. with those words leaving your lips, shinichiro slowly turned toward takeomi, already seated, before pointing a finger at himself, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, mouthing ‘me?’, as if he heard wrong.
composing himself, shinichiro let out a quiet breath before clearing his throat. with a small smile tugging at his lips, he closed the distance between you and held out his hand.
“It’s been a while,” he said, a little more confidently than he felt. “Why don’t we catch up?” takeomi’s brows shot up, everyone’s eyes falling on the floor — waiting for your response.
you smiled warmly, eyes closing with a tilt of your head, accepting his hand. “I’d love to.”
chuckling to himself, wakasa pulled two empty chairs over and set them beside each other before gesturing for the both of you to sit. “Bring out the drinks,” he called.
the night stretched on longer than you expected. you couldn’t even remember how many drinks you’d had — far more than you could normally handle. but shinichiro surely did drink a lot more; he’s always been weak with alcohol. besides, between catching up with old friends and talking with each, you could never noticed the alcohol catching up to you. you could only be grateful, wakasa had already prepared extra rooms for anyone who wanted to stay the night.
“I wish we ended up together…” the drunken shinichiro mumbled under his breath, tipping the last of his liquor back before setting the empty bottle aside.
wakasa glanced from you to his old friends, only to find everyone else just as intoxicated — slumped against one another, laughing far too loudly and too drunk to notice either your absence or the quiet confession that had slipped from shinichiro’s lips. as reliable as you are, you didn’t miss the concern coming across wakasa’s face. pushing yourself to your feet, just as pleasantly tipsy, you flashed a reassuring grin on his wakasa’s shoulder. “I’ll guide him up,”
“Thanks.” wakasa glanced back at his old leader, cheeks flushed from one drink too many, practically clinging to your side as you helped him walk. the corners of his lips curled into a grateful smile. as the host, he couldn’t exactly leave the party himself — silently watching as the two of you gradually disappeared into the villa.
“Ugh…” shinichiro groaned the moment he reached the room, letting himself fall, back first on the bed. you lingered by the doorway, glancing back one last time before turning to leave.
“…Don’t leave,” your steps came to an abrupt halt. slowly, looking over your shoulder, only to find his dozing figure. you let out a quiet sigh, glancing at the man with cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. shaking your head with a faint smile, you walked back into the room, grabbed the spare blanket, and gently draped it over him before he could catch a cold.
you quietly sat beside him, your gaze falling on his peacefully sleeping face as the room settled into a comfortable silence. a long moment of silence before his eyelids slowly fluttered open, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Stay…”, he mumbled weakly, his brows furrowing ever so slightly, his voice carrying a quiet plea that made your heart skip a beat.
“I’m not leaving, Sano,” you whispered. you watched as your old acquaintance sleepily reached for your hand, gently guiding your palm to his cheek before closing his eyes, quietly savoring its warmth.
“Shin…” he mumbled. “I want you to call me Shin.” a sleepy smile found its way onto his lips before he looked at you once more, his gaze soft despite the haze of alcohol. “You’re still as beautiful as ever.”
gently, he tugged at your hand until you eased onto the bed beside him. without a word, he rested his head against your stomach, letting out a quiet, contented sigh as his fingers absentmindedly playing bridge in between your chest.
maybe it was the alcohol clouding your judgment, letting him do as he pleased without a single complaint. or maybe, you just like how he is right now — you didn’t even bother knowing.
shinichiro’s hand slowly found its way to your neck, his fingertips gliding gently along your jaw before coming to rest beneath your chin. his index drew against your lower lip, his gaze never once leaving yours.
“Call my name,” he murmured, gaze falling on your lips, his voice low and steady. his pointer finger gently pressed on the soft skin of your lower lip.
“Shin,” you called softly, shinichiro’s gaze never wavering, watching your lips as every syllable left them. he swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing, before shifting his hips slightly on the bed.
“You’ve always had this effect on me,” shin started, his voice barely above a whisper. his fingertips lingered to the edge of you teeth, extending itself to touch the insides of you cheeks, pressing on the soft muscle. “Everything that comes out of this pretty little mouth of yours…” he paused.
“It got me feeling some desire.” he admitted, retrieving his fingers and popping them inside his mouth. tongue circling on his fingers, tasting the bitterness of the alcohol from your saliva.
“Desire?” you echoed, shamelessly at that — knowing full well what he’s talking about. “Yeah,” he answered simply, meeting your gaze without looking away. he leaned in, hovering on top of you, leaving just enough for the space between the two of you to breathe.
“Something like making me want to hump into that mouth of yours.”
Summary: You were not meant to be. Everything pointed to a disastrous outcome, but Haruchiyo Sanzu refused to let something as dumb as biology dictate his life. He wanted you and that was final.
CW: Hybrid AU, dubcon, PiV, oral (female receiving), mean Sanzu, possessiveness, typical cat behavior. Idk… lmk if I missed anything. Not edited and no beta.
Word count: 2.2K+
A.N: funny how this was inspired by Hamtaro and the pink panther. A very… unexpected crossover.
“Haru, stop bothering her!” Mikey’s voice boomed through the room for the third time.
You were hiding, again, under Mikey’s covers, attempting to stay as far away as possible from Sanzu who hadn’t been as welcoming as you were promised. You were told a good time awaited, but your current situation was not your definition of a good time.
Emma, Mikey’s sister and your owner, had to leave for a trip with her boyfriend and they left you under her brother’s care. You were against the idea, adamant about it. You cried and begged to be left alone or any other person available would do. But alas, nobody seemed to be able to besides Mikey.
Knowing the pink cat hybrid living under Mikey’s care was an ass, you knew It was a terrible idea. You were a rodent for crying out loud. A hamster hybrid. It was like trying to mix water and oil… an impossible task, and they expected you to share a living space with them for who knows how long.
Yes, you have been in Mikey’s place for less than four days and your life has been in danger more times than you can count.
Sanzu, the feline menace of this house, seemed to find joy in your little squeaks and chubby cheeks puffing even more every time he pawed at you; sending you back and forth to his entertainment. He was just doing that a second ago until you managed to escape and made a run for Mikey’s bed.
“Haru, let her go.” Mikey warned him with a stern voice, “she doesn’t like your games.”
Little did he know those weren’t just games for Sanzu. While you thought he wanted nothing more than to make a snack out of you, he had a whole other plan in mind.
Your small and round face peeked from under the covers and you instantly regretted your decision. Right there, looking straight at you with a wicked grin, was Sanzu. His green emerald eyes shined with mischief as he saw the scared look on your face.
“Ple-please, Haru… I-I do-don’t wanna play…” you stammered. Your heart beating wildly as you scurried deeper into the bed and away from the border where a crazed hybrid stood.
Have you ever tried to make a cat let go of his prey? Hardest thing to accomplish. Mikey knew that, but he also believed in his pet. Overall, Sanzu was harmless, according to Mikey. So when the only human in the room heard his pet hybrid promise to be civil. Well, Mikey believed him.
“I won’t do that again, I promise.”
To his credit, Sanzu didn’t chase you around anymore. There was no reason to run after something that was under his paw.
The first week passed by in a flash and you learned a few things. One of them was how Sanzu loved to see your attempts of scrambling away from him, whining every time he pulled your short puffy tail or yanked your whiskers. You saw the gratification on his face.
He would not leave you alone. So much so that he even gathered your things from the guest room and moved them to his. Mikey allowed such idea; believing in Sanzu’s excuse about hybrid bonding time or something.
Before bed, the cat hybrid would yank you against his warm body, wrap himself around you and nibble on your round ears; every time before bed it was the same, almost like a night routine. You would tremble under his arms, scared of becoming dinner if you made a wrong move.
Things got heated in the third week. Almost a month in and you had your fair share of questions about Sanzu’s behavior. He began to pin you down more often; growling and rubbing himself all over you. Grooming your neck and cheeks, for then to stay in that position for a while. Inhaling your scent and humming and purring in contempt.
Mikey just thought you two were finally getting along well and ignored whenever Sanzu dragged you into his room.
“Yeah, Emma. She’s doing fine. Haru is good company.” Mikey would always speak with reassuring words to his sister. Not lying, just telling his truth. “No need to take her to Takashi’s.”
As the phone conversation went on, in a different room your silent whines told a different story. The spiked tongue of Sanzu’s kept licking your skin, leaving it tender afterward.
“Heard that? You’re not going anywhere,” Sanzu rasped against your twitching ears.
The cat hybrid was ecstatic when he first heard the news from Mikey. You, the fragile little rodent, were going to stay with him? His prayers had been answered.
Sanzu couldn’t help himself, you were just too pretty for your own good. All shy and sweet with everyone else but him. You were a trembling mess whenever he prowled around you, his tail swiftly moving around your hips and legs got you squirming in place. He loved the special treatment you gave him.
The pink menace had begun to behave even weirder lately. Headbutts here and there, making biscuits on your tummy and chest which left you all hot and bothered, but he didn’t seem to mind one bit. All smiles and hugs as your mind went from zero to a hundred in seconds. It all left you confused and dizzy at the end of the day.
For things to make sense something had to happen, right? Because such… affectionate behavior wasn’t normal. Well, a few days later when Mikey left to hang out with some friends; it did happen.
You heard a strange sound coming from Sanzu’s room. It was a very loud meowing, almost raw and it seemed painful; and as afraid of him as you were, you couldn’t just leave your only housemate alone if he was in pain.
With shaky steps, ears tuned in to the yowling, you made your way to his room. Stopping at the door, you saw your things still scattered around, but now a bunch of pillows and blankets also shared the space. As your eyes roamed through the room you finally spotted Sanzu. He was a sweating mess—pink hair sticking to his face, wild eyes unblinking and his face contorted in pain.
“Ha-haru? Are you ok—” But before you could say one more word, a strong scent invaded your nostrils.
It hit you with so much force that your eyes watered instantly. The smell was sweet; earthy and cinnamon-like but oh, so suffocating. You gagged and coughed at the burning sensation in your throat.
Suddenly, everything began to spin, but before your knees could hit the ground, you were swept off your feet. The sickly sweet smell surrounding you in waves—enveloping you whole. “S-stop! I ca-can’t brea-breath!”
“I knew you would come,” cooed Sanzu, completely ignoring your pleas.
He had you in his arms, carrying you towards the improvised nest made of blankets. Your body shivered, rejecting the aroma of a different hybrid. It was clear—compatibility? Null. Even your body’s biology refused to accept the idea of it.
Before you could gather your thoughts, you were being dropped on a soft surface and still, the potent scent kept mingling all your senses. Just as fast, he was on top of you; holding your hands above your head and leaning forward with his whole weight pressing down on you.
“You look so pretty… underneath me,” Sanzu sharply whispered against your temple. Nose caressing the border of your face as it traveled to your lips.
Nudging your legs apart with his knees, he nestled himself between them. Slowly but steadily grinding his hips against your clothed core. “You did this, you know? You made me go into heat, you little minx.”
“No! I didn’t know– didn’t mean to!” You whimpered—lips to lips, sharing the same air.
A whirlwind of thoughts passed through your mind. Guilt, fear, anger and… surprisingly lust. The more he rubbed himself against you, the more your body reacted. Your legs fastening around his waist, pulling Sanzu even closer which made the feline purr louder as your little squeaks mixed in between.
You felt the weight of his body—of his clothed cock constantly pressing on your entrance, humping, just rutting in place. Wetness had begun to creep in between your clothes
“We can’t do this, Ha-Haru…”
“You want me to stop?” Sanzu asked with clenched teeth but you shaked your head in denial, “Good, because I don’t think I would be able to…”
The feline eagerly pawed your clothes off, feeling a surge of giddiness born in his stomach. He was so close to you, he was finally touching every single part of you. Sanzu could practically taste the air charged with your arousal.
“You need me here,” he purred, lithe fingers dancing around your gushing entrance. “I’ll have a quick taste and you’re gonna be good and let me.”
Not soon had you felt his hands let go, ignoring his previous words, you tried to scramble away. On your hands and knees, you made a big mistake. Sanzu felt your cotton-like tail hit him in the face and it just made him latch onto you even harder. His hands grabbed your thighs, pulling you back and at the same time wrangling you back into your last position just to directly smash his face against your cunt.
A hollow scream erupted from your raw throat once you felt his tongue practically forcing its way in. His fingers digging into your skin, the force of his sucking lips and never had his tongue stopped moving inside you. You were ashamed to admit he felt too good, your bucking hips constantly hitting him but Sanzu didn't even notice. Too focused, too drunk on your hypnotic flavor.
A straight lick later and a moan of satisfaction from the pink feline had you in almost tears. “You were already wet enough, but I couldn't help myself. You’ve made me… a voracious beast.”
You felt his fingers open your lower lips, heat radiating from your center smearing his digits. You don't know when or how he discarded his own clothes but as your eyes refocused, you saw his skin almost glowing, radiating scorching warmth on top of you. Unhurriedly, Sanzu guided his cock inside, stretching your opening to mold him, to take him. You were so soft, so warm that it almost hurt with how sensitive his tip was.
“I promise to—fuck… aah— mount you properly next time,” he growled at the thought of having you—ass up squeaking for him again, “but I need to see your cute face right now.”
Sanzu hissed at the contact and gave a final push of his hips; entering you with force. In return, your face contorted at the intrusion, you were a squealing mess under him. The sudden action wasn’t as pleasant as the previous activity. Your insides burned as your walls tried to push the foreign object out. But Sanzu persisted, holding you in place as he slowly retracted and moved back in. Inch by inch of his cock with no hurry.
He repeated this action until he felt almost no restraint on your part. Your cute little cunt had finally gotten used to him. He went in and out smoothly and your sounds had changed to mewls and puffs of air—full of need. Your hands traveled from his chest to his shoulders, no longer trying to stop him. On the contrary, you were pulling him in, scraping his neck with a sudden need to have him closer.
The feline purred loudly as he absorbed the change in your demeanor. Your half-lidded eyes were calling to him. His words failed him, he couldn’t even tell you how good you felt. All that left his lips were groans and beastly sounds.
“Fa-faster, Haru!” You moaned out without shame. Gone was the timid little rodent.
His chest reverberated once again, an instant answer to your plea. His tail moving wildly behind him, his ear twitching at the sound of your voice. All his body automatically responded to your calling.
His hips hitting you with abandon. Your pussy lips are swollen from the constant friction.
“M-mine.” He heaved with furrowed brows; fingers gripping tightly at your soft and plush skin.
Sanzu wasn’t even sure he was speaking out loud, too lost in the overwhelming feeling of finally being buried deep in your heat. Nothing could take him away from you.
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“Get your furry fiend away from her!” Emma was a red from rage, “Manjiro Sano! I am serious!
“He doesn't wanna let go!” Mikey looked over at his friend, Emma’s boyfriend, for help, “Ken-Chin, tell her!”
Meanwhile, Sanzu with flattened ears and a swatting tail had you under his body; hissing menacingly at the three humans trying to take away his mate.
Of course, you had tried to explain but your meek voice wasn't heard in the middle of all the shouting.
