THERE'S TWO ?

THERE'S TWO ?

pairings — bonten!haitani ran x female!reader.

warnings — pregnancy, morning sickness, soft ran, mistakes bc english isn't my first language.

word count — 2.2k

notes — claire, thank you so much!! you're so kind and sweet, and i just dgjha thank you, really. also i know you're a med student and for plot purposes i messed up a bit how pregnancies are found so pls don't be mad at me jhdagd but i hope you like what i wrote, and once, again, thank you 🤍

tagging —@chronic-claire-universe @tooweirdforyou @aetheriaess @etheralyonn @sincerelyraylene

you should've noticed the signs.

you should have. it was your body, for god's sake, then why did you ignore it when you missed your period for a month? how did you ignore the morning sickness, especially when you ate bananas for breakfast?

how did you ignore how much needier you were, or moodier or even more sleepy than normal?

it was your work's fault, you were sure of that. because even if your boyfriend, haitani ran, was an executive of the biggest crime organization in japan, you still wanted to earn your own money — and have a bit of normalcy on your life, even if all your friends were gangsters and murderers while you worked at a big multinational company.

you blamed the strangeness in your body due to the stress of your work, and neither you or ran thought much about that. he teased you, yes, especially when he threatened to eat a banana in front of you, knowing that now the smell of your favorite fruit brought only despair for you. you, on the other hand, would always try to beat him because of that, only for what was supposed to be you punishing him, was him pleasuring you.

but when you complained to your best friend, shiba yuzuha, over brunch about what was happening, and she jokingly asked if you weren't pregnant, everything started to make sense. however, as much as you have ever wanted to be a mom, what about your boyfriend? you two weren't even married, and he had such a dangerous job, what if he didn't want to go through these next steps yet?

sensing your distress, your best friend tried to calm you and made sure she was going with you to the doctor on the next day to see if you were pregnant or not, but she was sure ran would be thrilled with the news. he loved you, and he was so caring towards you and his brother — she was 100% sure he would cry tears of joy to know he was going to be a father.

and even now, cuddling with him on the expensive couch of your shared penthouse, you were still worried. and ran noticed that too, cradling your face between his large hands, a worried frown on his handsome face. “what's bothering you, pretty girl?” he asked, and you averted his eyes.

“it's nothing, babe.” he just arched a brow and you sighed. ran knew how to read you like an open book, and you couldn't lie to him. “what do you think about starting a family with me?”

ran almost laughed. you sounded so worried about something that he couldn't wait to happen.

he smiled down at you, releasing your face and maneuvering you to sit on his lap, your face facing him and your knees on the side of his tighs. “i would love to, y/n.” he answered, drawing circles on your hips, and you sighed relief, nuzzling your face on his neck. you pampered some kiss there, listening to him talk. “i can't wait to have a mini me running around here and causing havoc during the meetings.”

“as if i would let our child go with you to the headquarters.” you stated firmly, feeling the rumble of his chest while he chuckled.

“why not, though? i'm sure everyone would be delighted to have a mini me brightening their day.” you could feel ran's pout, and moving again to face him, you flicked his forehead.

“because it's a child, ran! and i don't want haruchiyo offering pills to them as if it's sweets.” sanzu was one of your best friends, and even if you feared that he could do that, you knew he would be a good uncle to your child. rindou too, and you couldn't wait to see their reaction when you told them the news.

if you were pregnant, that is.

“hey, why the long face?” you heard ran ask, and you hid your face in the crook of his neck again.

“it's nothing, ran.” you answered. “i love you.”

“i love you too, y/n.”

his scent and warmth were like a lullaby — your favorite lullaby, actually — and the sleepiness that was plaguing you overcame your body, and ran just smiled at your sleeping form cuddling him. but he was curious about your behavior, and he just hoped that what he was thinking was the truth.

—

tomorrow came, and you woke up to your boyfriend giving you a forehead kiss.

“why didn't you wake me?” you asked with a hoarse voice, not remembering how you arrived at your shared bed. ran probably carried you there, because the last thing you remembered was falling asleep on top of him.

ran smiled down at you. “you were so cute sleeping, can you blame me wanting to look at your sleeping form before going to work?” you rolled your eyes affectionate at him, but you could feel your cheeks heaten up. “and yuzuha texted me, she said that today you will accompany her to the doctor.” you hummed in agreement, slowly getting up from the bed. “that's why you were so quiet last night?”

you nodded, because you knew ran would know you were lying if you used your voice to agree with his words. because the doctor wasn't for yuzuha. you hugged him, burying your face on his sturdy chest. “good day at work today, love. don't die on me, okay?” on us.

“did i ever let you down?” you giggled at his words, pecking his lips lovingly. “i love you. tell me how the doctor went for yuzuha, okay?”

you pecked his lips once more, and then kissed his cheek. “hmmhm. i love you too, ran.” sou answered, going with him to the front door. with one more kiss to his lips your boyfriend went to work and you sighed. it had been ages since you had a day off and, since the doctor’s appointment was after lunch, you had at least half a day to do whatever you wanted.

it was easy to find something to do at your penthouse, but after a bubbly bath and a breakfast without bananas, you started to daydream about your future family with ran. you wanted the kids to have his eyes — how cute a child would be blinking their big violet eyes to you? you didn’t even know if you were truly pregnant, but you were already putty at your child’s hands. you already started to look for children’s room decorations ideas and even cute clothes online and, when yuzuha texted you she was waiting for you outside, you had everything planned — from how your child’s room would look like, to the clothes they would wear.

“nervous?” she asked while you two were in the way, and you smiled sheepishly at her.

“i talked with ran about having a family yesterday.” she gasped out loud, and you took that as her curiosity to know what happened. “he said he can’t wait to have a mini him running around.”

yuzuha gave you that famous look of hers of ‘i told you so’ and you rolled your eyes at her. “i told you that you didn’t need to worry. ran is a simp for you, y/n.”

you hummed and rested your face in the car’s window, watching as she parked. “but we aren’t even married yet.” you pouted, and yuzuha patted your hand.

“i’m sure this will give him the last push he needs to propose to you.” she reassured you, and you smiled, grateful to have such a wonderful friend at your side. you knew she was always busy managing her brother's career — who your boyfriend beat up once when they were teenagers, ran told you himself — but yuzuha still managed to make time for you.

you played with your fingers while you and yuzuha waited for the doctor to call you, one of her arms protectively around your shoulders. the appointment went smoothly, but the doctor asked for an ultrasound, to make sure you were pregnant — and for you to make a little surprise for your boyfriend, too.

the cold feeling of the gel on your belly made you giggle, but both you and yuzuha knew it was because you were anxious. you already had your blood collected and while you awaited for the results the ultrasound was going to be made, and you couldn't wait to see if you were pregnant or not.

you closed your eyes when the doctor started to scan your belly, but yuzuha surprised — yet amazed — gasp made you nervous. “what is it yuzu?” you asked nervously, but instead of your best friend answering, it was the doctor.

“congratulations, mama. you're pregnant with twins.”

—

you were sure you fainted in the ultrasound room.

pregnant with twins? that was more than you could think, but you were so happy. you cried happy tears to yuzuha after you got a print of your babies but, unfortunately, it was too soon to know their gender. you hoped for two girls, or a girl and a boy, because you sure you wouldn't have peace if it were two boys — especially if they were mini rans.

yuzuha left you home with the promise of gifting you and your babies designed onesies made by her stylist friend, and you hid the print of the ultrasound with your panties, knowing ran wouldn't be snooping there. you still didn't know what you should do to tell him about the big news, finding some ideas you saw in the internet too grand for you. you wanted something small and intimate.

exiting the shower, dressed in a cotton t-shirt that belonged to your boyfriend, you were surprised to see him seated on the edge of the mattress, back facing you. strange. you didn't hear him arriving.

“ran?” you asked cautiously, but that was your boyfriend. no one else had the left half of their back tattooed like him.

he turned around, his lips on a thin line. you started to worry — what could've happened? but then your eyes traveled south and you saw the print resting on his hands. “what is this?” ran asked quietly, and you didn't remember when it was the last time you heard such emotion lacing his voice. “is this a sick prank you and sanzu are trying to do?”

“no! of course not.” you shook your head negatively, walking and sitting next to him. you watched as his jaw was clenched, and it looked like he was on the verge of crying. taking one of his hands and resting it on your belly, where your babies were, you smiled. “i didn't want to tell you until i was sure, but... i'm pregnant.”

it was as if those words flipped a switch on him and your boyfriend started to cry as if he was a little kid and you hugged him, your own eyes tearing up at the sight.

“i love you.” ran managed to say between sobs. he wanted to stop crying and pamper your face with kisses, thanking you for making him a father, but he was too emotional to do that. the idea of being one had always been distant for him — his own father not being present for him and rindou when they needed him — but he was used to taking care of others. rindou, kakucho and even haruchiyo. it was almost natural, but he never noticed he wanted a family before you entered his life.

you cupped his face between your hands, wiping the tears falling from his eyes. one of ran's hands instinctively found the soft skin of your belly again, rubbing circles on it, and you smiled at the gesture. “do you want to talk with our babies?” your voice was quiet, but filled with love, as if you were afraid to break the intimate moment you two were in.

“b-babies?” ran asked dumbfounded, and you chuckled at his reaction — eyes widened and mouth slightly agape. “there's more than one?”

you nodded. “it's twins.” you announced, and ran's smile could rival the sun and the stars in all galaxies. you giggled as your boyfriend rested his head in your lap, lifting up your shirt to look at your skin. you could see the adoration dripping from his eyes, and you noticed you were worried over nothing. you giggled when he kissed your tummy.

“hi, babies, this is your dad.” he started, while your fingers found their way to stroke his purple hair. “i love you two already. i hope you don't give mama a harder time than you are already giving.” his eyes flicked to yours and you hummed, encouraging him to continue. “i still need to marry her before you two are born, alright? so stop giving her morning sickness.”

you blushed at his words. “are you proposing?”

“not yet.” ran explained, head still on your lap. “but we'll need to marry fast before the little ones are here. so prepare your best dress, pretty girl. we're going to have dinner at your favorite restaurant, and when we're back, you'll be my fiancé.”

—

while you were getting ready, you watched curiously as your boyfriend — and soon to be fiancé — typed, with a smug smile adorning his face, on his phone:

Can I get an ask where the fem reader runs away from bonten because a random girl that wants to be with bonten told her that she isn't good enough for them but she gives everything they've given her back like gifts money etc and then they fuck the living daylight out of her. Angst to fluffy please

Damn thats good. Perfectly fitting for Bonten 🤰🏻🤰🏻

You Can‘t Run Away

You are Bonten‘s little pearl, always decorating their arms with your presence, always being their fleshlight for their pent-up frustration. In return they shower you with gifts, showing their love and affection for you, and other girls envy you for it.

Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Pairing: Bonten x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, mdin 18+

Warnings: insecurities, gangbang, dubcon, mention of murder, pet names, oral (f receiving), praise, double penetration, anal, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, belly bulge, finger fucking, marking, choking, slight yandere behaviour, begging

Word Count: 3.7k

Bonten, a criminal organization full of death, money laundering and corruption. And you were right in the middle of the chaos. But why? Yeah, to be honest you never knew why. It was a mystery to you why they were so obsessed with you. Not only one Bonten member but eight? How? You were always a bit insecure, especially in those moments when you saw all those pretty girls that were flirting with them, trying to get in their pants. But they did not plan to fuck with other girls, not since they had you in their lives.

They loved to shower you with gifts, treating you like a princess, getting you everything that your little heart desired. In return you gave them your body, letting them use you as they pleased. Sometimes it left your body hurting and covered in bruises. But you did not care. You wanted them to use you like this, so that they would not start searching for someone who would be better than you, prettier than you.

It was only a matter of time that reality hit you like a train, making you realise that you were not good enough, that you would never be good enough for them.

"You know, Y/N-chan, I don’t understand why they took a liking in you", she said.

But who was 'she'? You did not remember her name, you only knew that she was constantly trying to take them away from you.

She was sitting on Mikey‘s desk, looking disgusted in your direction.

Why were you here? Right, you wanted to see them. Your little heart desired to see them.

If you had only stayed at home.

You expected to see Mikey and the others in his office but instead 'she' was there. Her outfit revealing as always, her tits almost popping out of her blouse, her skirt almost showing off her panties. She always wore high heels, emphasising her pretty smooth and long legs.

How did she even get in here?

In comparison to her you just looked like a wallflower. Not ugly but not pretty. Nothing special. Not striking in between all those beauties that they dealt with in their clubs.

She smiled at you, not a friendly smile but a devilish one. Like she wanted to rip you into pieces for stealing them from her.

"You must have something that they want, that’s why they want to be with you, maybe you have some important connections? Or informations?", she wondered, her tone ever so sweet but at the same time as sharp as a knife.

You looked at her. Not sure what you were supposed to answer, so you just waited for her to finish what she wanted to say.

"It‘s a mystery to me, thinking that the most handsome men around Tokyo what to have you. Especially if you consider their past with women…", she thought to herself, knowing that she had your attention now.

"What do you mean?", you asked her, confused.

"Aaah, nevermind. It‘s not important anyways since this is all forgotten", she waved you off, exactly knowing what she was doing.

"Please, tell me", you almost begged her, desperation seeking through your body.

"It‘s just that those men are the biggest manwhores the world has ever seen, always fucking around with different women, sometimes even multiple women at the same time. Oh sorry, they were. It‘s not like that anymore", she grinned innocently at you.

You always feared that they had a high body count but you tried to live in denial, trying to avoid the jealousy that would eat you up from inside out. Hearing it from her mouth stabbed a knife into your heart. Were they all prettier than you? More fitting for them?

"Gosh, I‘m so sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you like that! It‘s just that… you know? You should maybe leave them. Before they are able to hurt you", she faked her concern so well. It almost sounded like she only wanted what was best for you.

But her next sentence would destroy you completely.

"You are simply not enough for them. Maybe you should search for a guy that‘s more fitting for you."

Your heart shattered. Deep down you knew that she was right. You knew that it was foolish to try to keep them. They would leave you sooner or later anyways.

You were on the verge of crying and breaking down right here and now.

She saw what she had done. Proud of herself, she got off of the desk in an elegant way, swaying her hips as she moved towards you.

"I should leave, I‘m sorry Y/N-chan", she patted your shoulder and left you there.

Alone. No, not alone. Your thoughts were like a monstrous shadow that was hovering over you, ready to eat you alive.

You just started crying, you were not able to hold it back any longer. Who knew that such an incident would break you down?

So you decided what was best for you. No, for them.

You decided to give them back all their presents, all those dresses, lingeries, jewelry; feeling like you never deserved them in the first place. It had to be like this. Either they would leave you —or kill you, who knew what they did to their ex flings— or you would leave them. The latter was the best solution. Not for your heart, maybe not for you as well but for them. They deserved something better, someone prettier.

You went back home, packing everything together to bring them their presents back. Luckily as you got back to the office they were back, first smiling at you and then looking questioningly at the big bag in your hand.

"What is this?", Sanzu snaked up behind of you, putting his head on your shoulder. Everyone looked at you, edging you on with their eyes, wanting to hear your answer.

"I-I", you stuttered. This was so hard, how should you tell them that you wanted to leave them. "Go on, keep on talking", you heard Mochizuku‘s voice.

"I want to give your presents back, I c-can‘t be with you together any longer", you looked at your feet, totally ashamed.

You feared their answer, their heavy gazes being enough for you.

"And why‘s that?", this time it was Kokonoi who was talking, his voice having a sharp edge to it, as if it wanted to choke you lifeless.

"I- I don’t think that I‘m- uh- that I‘m not good enough for you…", your voice quivered, tears threatening to spill over.

'You know, Y/N-chan, I don’t understand why they took a liking in you'

Her voice echoing in your mind.

Silence. They were quite shocked by your answer. You never seemed that insecure. Why would you? You were the prettiest and purest thing that they ever laid their eyes on. Did not they show you how much they loved you? No, they literally drowned you in compliments and gifts. Was this not enough? Apparently not.

"What makes you think such a stupid thing, huh doll?", Takeomi spoke up; he was clearly mad, not because of you but because of the dumb thoughts that were dancing in your mind.

"Look at us when we talk to you", Mikey‘s stern voice commanded, making you shiver. You slowly looked up, meeting their harsh gazes.

"What makes you think that?", Takeomi repeated his question, slowly and with a small pause between every word.

"I- It‘s just that- I don‘t know…", you were not able to form a normal sentence without stuttering. No, do not tell them who made you think like that. It‘s better if you leave.

"Y/N, we know you so well~ Don‘t try to lie to us", Ran smiled sweetly at you. The usage of your name showing you that he was not playing around, they all were not playing around. "Tell us now who polluted your head"

"I don- don’t know her name", it was not a lie. You could not lie in a situation like this. "She was sitting in Mikey’s office, the one who is always around you." There you said it. Hopefully they would just forget it and let you leave. But they would never let you go. Never.

They all looked at each other, exchanging looks, sharing the same thought. Let‘s kill her. Everyone that even dared to hurt you had no right to be alive.

"Maybe we should fuck those dumb ideas out of you, what do ya think little one?", Sanzu grabbed your face and squished your cheeks together. "Show you how much we love you", he started peppering kisses along your neck.

Kakucho got up from his seat, walking towards you. He was so tall, you had to take a step back in oder to see him better; literally bumping into Sanzu’s chest. He took the bag full with their gifts away from you, tossing it to the side.

"Maybe you don‘t need all this stuff, you look prettier without it anyways", his words making your heart skip a beat, your breath being caught up in your throat. Kakucho‘s hand started caressing your cheek, gaze intensely locked with yours.

"Take off her clothes Kakucho", Rindou demanded. "Yeah~ Let us see her gorgeous body", Ran agreed with his brother; probably everyone in that room wanted your clothes off of you right now.

You felt Sanzu’s hands grabbing your wrists, preventing you from stopping Kakucho. "Please, don‘t…", you begged, not wanting to be exposed in front of everyone, even though they saw you naked multiple times. This time was different, your insecurities have reached their peak.

Despite your pleading, Kakucho started undressing you, taking off piece by piece until you were standing naked in front of them. Before you could comprehend anything, he got on his knees; hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. He was so close to your pussy, his breath tickling your skin. Sanzu kept you from falling over, your back being pressed up against his body. You felt his hard-on through his slacks. "Feel that, bunny? Feel how hard I am for ya? Do you feel how much I love ya?", he whispered into your ear.

Suddenly you felt fingers teasing your clit, tiny circles being drawn on it. "M-Mhm!", you threw your head back directly onto Sanzu‘s shoulder. You practically invited him like that to leave marks on you neck, he started kissing and biting your neck, licking the spots that he left behind with purple blemishes.

"I‘ll make you feel good, show you that you are fucking enough for me", Kakucho said aggressively before he dived right into your cunt, two of his fingers being pushed into your already wet hole. "Ah! Ka-Kaku!", you whimpered. He was eating you out as though his live depended on it, as if your body was his air that kept him alive.

Kokonoi got up and joined the performance while the others kept looking, warming themselves up for their turn. As soon as he reached you, his after shave hit your nose; the smell fitting his rich and majestic appearance. His hand reached for your chin, turning your head towards him. He leaned down and started sloppily kissing you, spit running down at the corner of your mouth.

The movements of Kakucho‘s fingers inside of you started to get faster, his slurping sounds echoing through the room. It sounded so nasty and lewd. As he curled his fingers up into you special spot, you tried to push him away with the leg that was being held over his shoulder. He just dug his fingernails into your thigh, leaving crescent marks on your skin.

"It‘s okay, bunny. You can cum", Sanzu told you, stopping for a moment his assault on your neck before he picked up his work again.

Kokonoi parted from your lips which were swollen and red by now. "Cum on his face, pretty. Show us that beautiful face of yours as you come", he whispered against your lips, biting in your lip and slightly pulling on it.

You felt Kakucho‘s tongue thrusting up inside of your pussy next to his fingers, his nose slightly grazing your clit. This soft touch of his nose was not enough for you to fall over the edge, Kokonoi knew that, so his hand slowly wandered downwards your body until he reached your clit. He started to circle your clit in fast strokes, helping Kakucho to bring you to your orgasm.

This was all too much for you, those three men playing around with your body; hands, lips and tongues feeling you up everywhere on your body. Praises were being mumbled; telling you how good you were doing, how pretty you were for them, what a good girl you were for them.

"G-Gonna cum!", you exclaimed, a loud moan falling from your lips. "Go on, pretty. Come for us", you heard, assuming that it was Kokonoi since he always used this nickname.

There it was. The tightness inside of your body just snapped, making you orgasm on Kakucho‘s tongue. His fingers kept on moving inside of you, while Kokonoi’s fingers kept on pressing onto your clit; helping you ride out your orgasm. Your insides spasmed around Kakucho‘s fingers, his tongue no longer being in your cunt.

You thrashed around in their grasps, pushing and pulling around, trying to get their hands away from you. As you looked down, you saw Kakucho’s face covered in your slick; your face grew hot at this sight.

"Feel good enough for us yet?", Sanzu bit into your shoulder, drawing a whimper out of you.

You do not know when but Rindou and Ran were standing in front of the four of you, taking in your fucked out expression. "Seems like she still thinks that she ain‘t good for us, think it’s our turn to show her how perfect she is, Rin~", Ran grinned, bumping his shoulder into his brother before he went towards you. The other three let go of you, so that Ran was able to pick you up. Rindou went behind you, giving your cheek a kiss; making your heart melt.

"Fuck, you don’t know how much we love you", he started kissing you. You felt so safe and secure being caged in between those two.

"Made me fucking mad, you talking about leaving us. For what? Because you are not pretty enough? Bullshit!", Ran kissed your collarbone, lining himself up with your entrance. You sighed as he pushed into you, finally being filled up.

"God, feel that? Feel how your pussy wants me? You were fucking made for us, like we were made for you", he whispered into your neck.

Rindou broke away from you, leaning his forehead against yours. He looked so deep into your eyes, your insides clenching around Ran‘s cock. You felt Rindou’s tip prodding against your other hole until he slowly but surely pushed his whole length into your ass. He groaned from your tightness that wrapped around him so perfectly. "Fucking perfect for us."

You felt so full, stuffed to the brim. They let you time to adjust until they started to fuck into you in union. Your embrace around Ran tightened, pushing his face into your chest. "A-Ah! Feel so full, m-mhm!"

Rindou’s hand gripped onto your ass, leaving his fingerprints everywhere on your behind. "Yeah? Feel stuffed to the brim, huh? See? Only we are able to make you feel so full", Rindou kissed your shoulder, picking up his pace and making you gasp.

"You gotta give us another orgasm, ’kay? You can do that for us", Ran groaned into your chest, biting and sucking on your nipples.

The spots that they reached inside of you, it felt so good, your insecurities being long forgotten. Yeah, like Sanzu said, they fucked those dumb ideas out of you.

"I‘m gonna-!", you felt your orgasm crashing down on you before you were able to finish your sentence. Your holes gripped onto them, as if they wanted to keep them inside. "Fuck!", they both groaned out as they came inside of you, spilling their cum as deep in your walls as they could reach. God, it was so much, you were able to feel it drip out of you onto the floor beneath you.

You tried catching your breath as you felt Rindou carefully pulling himself out of your ass, giving your shoulder a last kiss before Ran carried you through the room, handing you over to Mochi who placed you into his lap with your back facing him. His arms snaked around you and pulled you into his chest.

"What a pretty angel you are and this cunt of yours- fuck, it‘ll be the death of me", his deep voice made you shiver, the fingers that started to play with your pussy adding up to your shudder. A lewd sound echoed through the room as he pushed three of his fingers into your wetness. God, this was embarrassing; your pussy was so greedy, even after two orgasms still wanting more.

He curved his fingers upwards, hitting your g-spot, making you yelp. "There is your sweet little spot", he exclaimed, more to himself than to any other person in this room, and started to rub into it. His almost unnoticeable motions quickly turned into fast ones, fingers curled up into your g-spot, never really leaving it; his hand flatly pressed against your pussy, stimulating your clit. He rubbed in and out of your cunt. It was so good and oh god, those loud and lewd noises that were being heard from your hole. He definitely knew what he was doing because as soon as he felt your g-spot slightly starting to swell up, he pressed his other hand into your lower abdomen. "N-No! Please, stop! I-It feels weird!", your legs started to quiver violently. It felt like you were about to explode.

And that you did… not literally but almost. Your juices gushed out of you, wetting his hand and everything that was near you. "Fuck, look at you squirting on my hand. You look so beautiful", you heard him praise you, feeling him kiss you lovingly onto the backside of your head.

He pulled his fingers out of you with a soft pop, softly caressing you abused pussy before finally removing his hand, only to grab your thighs to pull your legs apart. Your thighs were touching your chest, your most private parts for everyone in this room on full display.

"Guess I‘ll be taking my turn now", you did not realise that Takeomi was standing right between you legs, palming himself through his pants before he freed his cock from those restrains. You were not surprised as he aligned himself with your ass. He was absolutely obsessed with fucking your other hole, loving the way it fitted around him so tightly.

Takeomi steadied himself against the backside of your thighs, pushing you harder against Mochi. There was no need to put his dick slowly into you, you were absolutely drenched, he just slipped into you. "Fuck! I love you, I fucking love you, little one", he slipped two fingers into your abused cunt, making you clench onto his fingers and his cock.

"Ngh! F-uck, ’s too deep, O-Omi!", you held onto his hand, feeling like you need something to grab onto. "I know you can take it. It‘s okay, let yourself go loose, I‘ll take care of my pretty baby", he kissed your tear-stained face, over and over.

"I‘m about to cum, let‘s do it together, yeah? Like the sound of that?", he knew that you loved it when he talked so dirty to you, your walls tightening around him even more.

He pumped his fingers faster in and out of you, edging you closer and closer to your orgasm. Just a few more strokes and you would come. "Ready?", he asked you, looking into your eyes. "H-hah! Yeah!", this was the answer that he needed, pulling his fingers out of your cunt and tightly pushing his thumb onto your clit, keeping on with the harsh thrusts into your ass.

Again your pussy started to gush out some liquid, making his abdomen and his thighs wet with your cum. You blacked out for a moment, snapping back into reality as you feel him pull out of you. Your poor hole clenched around nothing as Takeomi’s cum started to drip out of it.

You do not how you got up but somehow you landed on Mikey‘s desk with him peering down on your wrecked and sweaty body. He pulled your legs apart, starting his turn by pushing himself into your cunt.

"Feel that?", Mikey grabbed your hand and pushed it against your lower abdomen, "Feel how deeply I’m loving you, Y/N?" You just nodded, tears streaming down your face. He was in fact loving you deeply, it almost hurt. You were able feel with your hand how his cock moved in and out of you, a visible bulge in your belly.

"Fuck, if you keep on holding onto my cock like that- You 'bout to cum that quick, huh?", he looked at your wrecked form, proud that they did this.

"Say that you are good enough for us."

"M-Mikey, please", you begged, you could not say that.

"Say it", he left you no other option, gripping tightly onto your neck, choking the words out of you that he wanted to hear.

"I-I‘m good enough for you", you quietly said.

This was not satisfying him. "Louder."

"I‘m g-good enough for you!", this time you yelled, his cock abusing your g-spot, making it harder for you to keep your voice under control.

"Good girl", he squeezed your neck a bit more, sweat beads forming on his forehead.

"I‘m good enough."

"I‘m good enough."

"I‘m good enough."

You kept on repeating it like a mantra, mumbling the words while your brains got fucked out of you. While you reached yet another orgasm.

"You can’t run away, you belong to us like we belong to you, get it? I‘ll fuck every dumb little insecurity out of you until you love yourself the way we love you", his thrust got sloppier, he was about to come as well. With a last few thrusts he was able to reach his high, coming deep inside of you.

Your surroundings got blurry, voices were shallow. You passed out right there on his table, too many orgasms were drawn out of your body; you were tired and literally fucked numb. And then…

Darkness.

What you would not ever know, was that after you passed out, they got rid of that nasty bitch that made you think like that.

Absolutely nobody was allowed to disrespect you like that because they loved you and cared for you, protecting you from all harm.

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Hello how are you? I discovered your tumblr recently and I've read all of the tokyo revengers, my favorite is "They're used to having toxic relationships before you came along", and I would like to ask for a part 2 of that, something like your ex's trying to get back with them and they're like hell no, finally getting over this horrible event they went through, well this is my request, hugs from a brazilian admirer

(you can uderstand this better if you read part 1 first )

Part 1

Thank you so much! <3 This is such a cute addition to that scenario :) and I’m so sorry this is so long overdue but here it is!

Content & Warnings: fluff, slight angstbonten sanzu, rin, and ran, mentions of toxic past relationships, few mentions of sexual topics

Haitani Ran

"I thought I told you last week to stop paying for everything. At least let me pay my half of the bill"

"It's fine, yn. It's not like I have any money trouble. You can pay next time when I forget my wallet, hm? Don't worry, this has nothing to do with my past, I genuinely just want to spoil you. It's my love language." You sighed loudly "I swear to god you're too stubborn sometimes, ran." you said before putting your money back into your wallet and returning the small article into your purse. Another one of ran's many presents for you. Not long after, you both headed out to walk to his car when suddenly, a well dressed, beautiful woman approached you two. Or your boyfriend to be more specific. "Ran Haitani? Is that you? I can't believe it, you're still as dashing as ever. And who's this?" She motioned towards you. You noticed that he seemed more tense that he was a minute ago. Just exactly who was this woman?

"Aira, nice to see you again! This is my girlfriend, yn. Baby, this is aira, an old acquaintance of mine." The woman, aira, let out an amused laugh which confused you. "Oh come on ran, what's with the secretive behavior? Hi, yn! He and I actually used to date". Oh... oh this was the woman who constantly used ran for her leisure. The woman who only dated ran for the money. But seeing as ran was trying his best to be civil, you did the same. You smiled at aira. "We actually have to hurry home, rindo's having a small party and we don't wanna be late". Just as you were walking away, another remark from aira made you clench your fists just to stop you from speaking. "Nice bag you got there, yn. Out there looking all pissed at me but you're not any different are you?"

"I'm sorry?" You turned back around and approached her closer. Ran tried to pull you back but you assured him that you wouldn't get yourself in trouble and that he could breathe easy. "Look.. aira. I didn't want to say anything but you were the one who broke up with ran. I don’t even want to begin to talk about what you were implying about my relationship with him. Let’s just call it quits before anything chaotic ensues. We’re leaving.” With eyes blazing, aira left you and ran. You finally let out a long, heavy exhale after managing to stand against aira. “Love, I’m sorry you had to meet her” ; “no ran, it’s fine. Might as well screw it into that head of hers that she’s never going to get back with you ever. Not with me in the picture.” Ran’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “That’s my girl” he kissed your forehead before he wrapped his arm around your waist and whispering to you “and my girl always gets her reward for being brave”

You couldn’t even reach home or a hotel. His car bearing witness to how much ran appreciated you. All of you.

Haitani Rindou

“Rin, I’m off for girls night out later. Care to give me a ride?” You asked your boyfriend as you were chopping some vegetables to cook for lunch. “Hm? Where? Me and ran are going out with the old gang. The usual place, if you’re going there too, we can come together.” ; “Yeah that’s exactly where we’ll meet. Sounds good then”

That night, everything was going well. Your friends were already waiting for you inside while you were with rindou, approaching the club’s entrance when he suddenly stopped walking upon hearing what the woman in front said. “I swear to god you guys always question me. See? All these photos are of me and rindou. He’s my guy so just move and let me in already. Me and my friends are getting impatient. Rin won’t like that now would he?” Your blood was boiling with what you were witnessing. You had no doubt that this was the woman who shamelessly used your boyfriend for her benefit. This was THAT ex. You looked over at rindou who was in shock. He didn’t look hurt be his eyes were wide with annoyance. “Rin? Do you want to head home instead? It’s okay if you do, come on” you gave his hand a tug. He only looked at you softly, smiled, and then asked you to wait for a while. Rindou approached the bouncer, his ex’s shocked expression was priceless. “Hey man, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He greeted the bouncer. Rindou pointed at his ex “Look, this woman right here isn’t associated with me at all. If you want, you can just blacklist her for all your branches and partner clubs. That one over there though” rindou signaled for you to come closer so he could wrap you in his arms from behind, “this one is my girlfriend, if you ever see her around, please treat her well.” Humiliation and embarrassment for washed over her and she stomped away without a single word.

“Rin, that was pretty hot.” ; “yeah? let’s get inside and greet your friends and my friends first. Then let’s find some place in there to make things even hotter.”

“No can do, rinnie. It’s girls night out”

Sanzu Haruchiyo

2:37 am. The continuous dings and ringing or your boyfriend’s phone woke you. He doesn’t seem to be bothered perhaps because of how tired he was from his latest assignment from mikey. He was still sleeping like a baby. Not wanting to bother his sound sleep, you reached for his phone and checked to see who was texting him and calling him at this hour. It could be an emergency, after all. It took a while for your eyes to adjust to the light but once they settled, an evident drown immediately presented itself on your face.

2:37am: Haruchiyo please just this once

2:25am: I need you to help me, I can’t do it on my own anymore, they won’t talk to me without your word for it

2:18am: I just need you to tell them you sent me

2:06am: Your guys won’t sell me any of the good stuff

1:59am: Haruchiyo it’s me, hirano

“Yn? Baby why are you up?” Sanzu asked while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Haru, look” you handed him his phone and his eyes scanned the texts, an obvious annoyance now plastered on his face as he clicked his tongue. “This bitch has some nerve trying to reach out like this.” He tapped away at his phone. “There, blocked. I don’t know how she keeps getting my number. Come on baby, let’s get some more sleep now.” He pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist with his head on top of yours. His memories of her were bitter and unpleasant but he didn’t care anymore. The nightmares had stopped because now he had you.

protective roommate!Sanemi

shinazugawa sanemi × fem!reader

☞︎︎︎ warnings: mentions of sexual assault, fighting, scratches, bruises ☞︎︎︎ genre: angst (?), mutual pining ☞︎︎︎ au: roommate au ☞︎︎︎ third person pov

characters: shinazugawa sanemi, reader, rengoku kyojuro

⁙ your roommate sanemi takes care of you after your date attempts to sexually assault you (and threatens him because Sanemi will always be Sanemi) ⁙

She felt wobbly, legs like jelly. There were bruises already forming on her wrists, on her arms where he tried to hold her down. She could feel the bruises forming on her inner thighs from where he tried to pry them open. 

Never had she been more thankful for Sanemi’s forced self-defense training. 

She winced as she shoved her shoes off and climbed the stairs, keys pushing in the door and hip hitting it open. The lights in the living room were off and she couldn’t have been more thankful. Praying Sanemi wasn’t home, she peaked around the corner and frowned when she saw the sliver of light decorating the wooden floor of his bedroom. 

“Fuck,” she whispered. She didn’t want to deal with him right now; just wanted to take off her makeup and scrub her body in the shower. 

God, she felt so filthy. She flung the keys onto the kitchen counter and waddled her way towards their connected bathroom.

Sanemi didn’t want to admit that he was listening very intently to the sounds outside his bedroom door. He heard the front door click and stood up; heard the bathroom door click and pressed his face to his connecting door. All he heard were sniffles and hiccups, shuffling of materials in the cabinets. He heard the drop of something and the curse slipping past her lips before he tugged the door open. His eyes were quick to adjust, landing on the mascara stained cheeks.

“What the fuck happened to you?” 

To anyone else, it would have sounded like a harsh question, something that eluded to smugness – a silent ‘I told you so’ – but she knew him. She knew Sanemi better than any stranger, better than she knew herself sometimes. She knew she didn’t have to answer; she couldn’t. The minute she opened her mouth, a loud sob ripped through her throat. He grumbled, moving to lift her onto the counter and freezing when she flinched from his touch. She never flinched, and Sanemi was a brute. He yeled, screamed, threw shit around the apartment all the time, punched holes in walls but she never curled away from him. In fact, she would welcome him with open arms. He punched a hole in the wall three nights ago and she patted the couch so he would join her movie session two minutes later.

He gulped, his eyes traced the length of her arms to her wrists, frown deepening when he saw fresh handprints on her arms.  “What the fuck happened to you?” His voice quiet and low, gruff as usual but less of a bite.

“‘N-nemi,” she sniffled, but she couldn’t hide from him. She felt cornered. Sanemi’s body stood just a few inches from hers, his hands hung in the air. His fingers danced across the forming bruises on her wrists, his touch gentle, soft, almost unrecognizable. 

Sanemi was known for his short, ill temper. He was known for being crass and lacking empathy; for being the scary man with scars decorating his skin and the man who gets into fights for fun, but there’s always two sides to every coin and Sanemi’s other side was unbelievably caring. He was terrified of people leaving him, and he wasn’t very good at taking care of others but he tried, and she was always there to help him. He just hoped he could do the same at this moment. 

She moved slowly, her fingers resting on his tattered sleep shirt. He let his hands hover over her hips. “Let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” She hummed, thighs trembling as she tried to walk over to the shower. “Sit, I’ll start it for you.” She nodded. He slipped away from her, but kept a close eye, taking notice of her jitters and flinches. The bruises looked disgusting and all he wanted to do was find that son of a bitch and pummel him, but he couldn’t right now. He took in the sight of her battered – what came to be his favorite – skirt. Sanemi’s lavender eyes traced the rips and tears and he clenched his fists around the shower handle to keep from screaming. He made a mental note to buy her a new one.

He swallowed his own feelings for her down before squatting in front of her. “Do you want me to stay or should I step out and let you get in?” She didn’t say anything, just tugged his shirt twice. A silent answer to stay. She whimpered, scrunching her nose to keep the tears at bay. Sanemi kept his hands in her line of sight at all times, lifting her shirt before shrugging off her skirt and snarling when he caught sight of the bruises there. After he undressed her, he helped her into the shower, but her fingers wrapped around his wrist and her eyes widened when he went to leave. 

“Yo-you want me to get in with you?” 

He tried to remember stories Mitsuri had told him from her assault classes; how some victims would cling to someone they trusted and how some would shut everyone out. He tugged off his sleep shirt and his shorts, standing in the shower in his boxers and keeping a distance to calm his breathing before helping her get cleaned. She pressed her forehead against him, allowing him to wash her hair, letting her arms hang at her sides.

“We should go to the police tomorrow.” She didn’t say anything.

Sanemi took great care of drying her, careful of the bruises and small scratches on her hips. He applied ointment before putting her in a t-shirt of his and shorts before allowing her to stay in his room with him. All she wanted was to be surrounded by Sanemi’s scent; to stop smelling the alcohol and cigarettes that were long gone from her skin and hair. 

“I fought him off…” she whispered as she stared at the ceiling. Sanemi turned on his side, back up against the wall to avoid unwanted touching. “I thought he was a really great guy until–”

“Any guy that does this is not a great guy–” 

“I know.” She turned, looking up at him. She shimmied a little closer, giving him ample time for him to stop her. He didn’t. She pressed her face against his chest, shaking fingers tracing the scar that adorned his chest. She sighed. “You were right.”

“About what?” His arm wrapped around her frame, tracing little patterns on her shoulder. 

“I looked slutty.” His heart sank. He felt guilty when the words left his lips earlier that evening and now he felt even worse. 

“That’s not– I didn’t mean it like that.” 

"'This wouldn't have happened if you didn't wear something like this.'" She shuddered, remembering how he had torn her skirt with his hands. It was her favorite too. Sanemi tried to speak up, tried to argue that he was only joking – he didn’t mean it, but she shrugged too quickly and the words died in his throat. “Don’t leave me…” she trailed off, her breathing evened out and her body stilled against his and he soon realized she had fallen asleep listening to the thumping of his heart. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” Hand splayed out over hers before falling asleep.

She sat in the courtyard, leaning against a tree. She didn’t want to go to class today, but she promised Sanemi she’d meet him here so they could walk home together.

“Meet me in the courtyard after class,” he had said. “It’s crowded and no one will bother you.”

She sighed and looked at her watch once more before squinted at the horizon in front of her, looking for the grumpy man. He’s late. She closed her eyes once more before hearing the loud call of her name. The boisterous man was standing over her when she looked up, her body flinching involuntarily. Kyojuro’s eyes were wide and filled with concern.

“Have you seen Shinazugawa?”

“No.” The blonde frowned – he frowned. “What happened?”

“He got into a fight.”

“Another one?”

He nodded. “He’s at the infirmary.” As soon as she stood up, she wanted to lay back down. Her ribs hurt and she felt winded. Kyo’s hands hovered over her shoulders. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah.” With a flick of her wrist, she waved him off. “Let’s go.” He didn’t look convinced, but nonetheless, he walked with her slowly to the building off across a parking lot.

“I’m not sure who the guy was, but Shinazugawa said it was someone who did something terrible and that he deserved it.” She frowned as he pushed open the infirmary door. The learning nursing students brought them both to the back where they heard him before the two saw him.

“I told you I was fucking fine. Why am I still here?” He growled at one of the students before his head whipped towards the entrance. He had a scratch over his eyebrow, a bruise forming under his eye and scar, bruises forming on his jaw and arms as well. A snarl appeared on his lips. “What are you doing here?”

“Coming to see a very ill tempered patient.”

“There’s none here. Go away.”

“Are you sure? He’s got white hair, scars all over, big lavender eyes, and his bark is worse than his bite."

“What?!” The nursing student backed away slowly, Kyo chuckling before following her lead. His roommate took a seat beside the angry man, smacking his shoulder. “Hey! I’m an injured man.”

“You’re fine. You only have some bruising. What were you thinking?”

“That someone needed a good talking to.”

“Talking to?!” She shook her head. “‘Nemi, this isn’t how you talk to people.” She leaned her head against his arm. “You didn’t have to do this…”

“I had to.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft, gruff. His fingers brushed along her roots before trailing through to her ends. “I couldn’t let him get away with what he did. Not to you.” She turned her head, cheek smushed against his forearm.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “But I can’t condone you getting into fights for me.”

“Just this once.” He smiled a little, thumbing over her jaw. “Just let me protect you this once, stubborn.”

“Just this once,” she repeated, “Just this time.”

Because how could she say no to him when he was looking at her like she was his everything and more?

©️ ALLYALLYGATOR 2022

When Tsukishima gets comfortable, he really gets comfortable.

You learned that eight months into your relationship, when Tsukishima walked into the bathroom—with you on the toilet—heading for the sink to brush his teeth.

“Kei!” You nearly scream, clutching your chest to calm yourself down. “I’m using the bathroom here?”

“I can see,” he says, and you groan, throwing your head back in defeat. It really doesn’t help that the mirror is perfectly placed, in a way that allows your Kei to look at you directly in the eye while you sit on the toilet looking as unflattering as ever.

“Then leave? I can’t even piss in peace.”

“Why would I leave?” He puts the toothbrush in his mouth, “I’ve seen worse.”

“It’s impossible to argue with you,” you cry. And you’re right. Tsukishima Kei is insufferable, and he may be too comfortable with you already.

-

You learn Tsukishima has no sense of personal space soon after.

When he loves someone, his affection comes in odd ways. Sometimes it’s a flick to the forehead, other times it’s a teasing remark, and today, it’s him asking you if he could stay with you while you shower.

It’s not necessary the worst request, but when you consider the fact that he’s asking to sit on a stool and talk to you while you bathe, you find it a bit strange.

“Why would you even want that?” You ask him, all while you get ready for your nighttime shower.

“I just wanna be there.”

You shrug, tell him “sure”, and move on with your day. He sits on the toilet seat as you shower, recounting his day and all the small things that ticked him off.

“I never knew you could talk this much,” you laugh. He’s not necessarily the most quiet partner, but words are often few when it comes to your Kei. He’s more of a listener than anything, telling you how much he likes to hear your voice when you “bitch about everything.” (His words, not yours.)

-

Once you spend enough time with Tsukishima, though, you learn that he’s not evasive, just caring. He cares for you in ways you’ve never been loved before.

He shows you this when you feel as if you’re looking the Grim Reaper in the eyes, period cramps eating you away, and laying in your shared bed.

“Get up,” he whispers, careful to not yell for he knows how much you hate loud noises.

“Don’t talk to me.”

He knows it’s the cramps talking, so he only responds with a roll of his eyes.

“Okay,” he says, and begins to lift you off the bed. You nearly scream in shock, hitting his chest lightly.

“Put me down!” You kick your legs as he carries you bridal-style towards the bathroom. You know what he’s doing, trying to motivate you to not wallow in your pain, but you’re far too stubborn and in too much pain to care.

“Don’t ignore me!”

“You told me not to talk to you,” he retorts, gently placing you on the closed toilet seat and kneeling in front of you. “I ran a bath for you.”

You stare at him, head tilted to the side, and you wonder how you got so damn lucky.

“You want me to strip you, or?” He speaks up in the midst of your silence.

“Don’t be an ass.”

“That’s what I do best,” he smiles, lifting your hands up to remove your shirt (it’s his, really) from your body.

rindou was... 😂😂😂

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