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Bang and hang

synopsis: bonten kidnapped a gen z reader whose father is in debt to them. turns out the gen z kid is something they didn’t expect and bonten gang is in for a ride.

cw: strong and vulgar language. Lots of sexual jokes, flirty jokes as well. the jokes are so corny tho so read at your own risk lmfao.

gn!reader

part 1, part 2

the long awaited part 2 is finally here lmfao I hope this ones good as the first one :”)

I just realized I didn’t include Akashi in the first part so he makes a entrance here ;)

this quite long ig but nevertheless I hope you enjoyed!

PART 2

NOT PROOF-READ

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You saw two familiar figures just a few meters ahead of you, turning into a alleyway. Hurrying up your steps, you caught up with them.

“Hey boys!” You said excitedly. Ran and Rindou turned around, surprised to see you.

“Oh hello there, it’s the eccentric motherfucker.” Rindou speaks up, pretending to be excited. You shook your head at him with a grin on your lips. Paying him no mind, Ran turned to you.

“We were just talking about you.” He says, beginning to walk and so did you. “Really? You guys thinking of picking up on my offer?” You asked.

“What offer?” Ran asked confused.

“About wanting to bang and hang of course. I mean, we could hang first then bang or the opposite.” Ran chuckles as you flashed him a grin again.

“You and your sexual jokes.” Rindou turns to you.

“Are you horny all the time?” He asks.

“It’s the hormones, my boy. I’m 18, the hormones are skyrocketing at this age.” To be honest, you just said stuff that came to mind. You didn’t really know if hormones actually skyrockets at that age.

“Why didn’t my hormones skyrocket when I was 18?” Rindou asks, looking genuinely curious.

“I guess you couldn’t get your little friend to straighten up.” Ran burst out laughing while covering his mouth. Rindou gives you exasperated look. “I’m kidding, don’t take me seriously.” You reassure him as Ran still chuckled to himself.

“Where are you guys headed?” You ask. “To thé place where we gonna hang and bang, of course.” Ran teases you as you dramatically gasp. “For real? Be gentle.” You try to give a puppy eye face. “Of course sweetheart.” Ran tries to give a puppy eye back but looks hideous. “You look fucking stupid, don’t ever do that again.” Rindou flashes a disgusted face towards Ran as he just laughs.

“Damn who’s this?” A black haired guy appears as he smokes. “A gift to the world.” Ran says. You check out the guy from head to toe and make a satisfied noise while clicking your tongue. The black haired guy looks at you confused and weirdly.

“What the fuck are they doing?” Blsck haired turns to Ran for answers when all he does is just a expression to say ‘wait for it’.

“You’re sexy as fuck, what the fuck.” You blurt out as you look at the black haired guy. Ran stifles a laughter as Rindou just lets out a small chuckle, entering the building in front of us.

“That’s quite a first impression. Is this the motherfucker that said Mikey has a nice ass?” Ran nods and the guy bursts out laughing.

“You guys have been talking about me?” You look at the two men in shock. “Yeah, you left quite a impression on us, sweet cheeks.” Ran says, stroking your cheek gently and pulls away.

“No fucking way, this is amazing yet scary.” You gasp out.

“Why is it scary?” Ran asks.

“I have a feeling I’m gonna get fucked up.” You answer.

“Fucked up?” You nod.

“By what?”

“Cocks.” The black haired guy almost coughed when taking a smoke, giving you a surprised look.

“Does this kid do this every time?” He asks as Ran nods. “Get used to it.” You shrug your shoulders.

“What’s your name, sexy man?” You say in a flirty voice to the smoker guy as Ran covers his mouth to stifle a laughter.

“Akashi. Akashi Takeomi.” You absorb the way he said his name and let out a satisfied noise with a nod. “You wanna get married?” You blurt out. Your bluntness doesn’t fail to catch anyone off guard, so when Akashi flinched in shock you giggled. “Just kidding, I’m not ready for mariage yet.” You say. “But if it’s you I don’t see any reason not to get married.” You tuck your hair behind your ear and give Akashi a flirty look.

“He likes to be called sir, by the way.” Akashi gives Ran a shocked face. “He does?!” You almost hell out. “This just got better.” You groaned in satisfaction.

“Wait, hold on, when did I ever tell you that?” Akashi says looking almost terrified. “Wait, you actually like to be called sir?” Ran almost snorts in amusement. Akashi turns quiet. “You know what, im gonna have to take a another smoke break.” Akashi says, looking annoyed and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“It’s fun to tease people.” You say to Ran. “Have a nice smoke break, sir!” You yell out to Akashi as he flips you off while walking away.”

“Mikey would not be happy to see you, if I’m gonna be honest.” Ran says as the both of you enter the bonten headquarters.

“Trust me, he will or I make him be happy to see me.” You wink at Ran as he laughs. “We see about that.”

Safe to say, Mikey didn’t look pleased to see you enter the room in the headquarters. Sanzu hollers in excitement when he saw you as you whistle at him.

“One is at least happy to see me.” You grin.

“Why are you here?” Mikey asks as he munches on his snack, looking annoyed yet bored.

“I got some of the money to help my old man to pay off his debt.” You say as you pull out a thick envelope. A few looks were turned your way.

“I thought you said you don’t have any connection to him.” Not looking at you at all, Mikey takes a bite off his snack again.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this but take the money.”

“Where did you get it from?” Kokonoi asks as he hands out cards to Kakucho on a table.

“It’s some of my savings.” You answer.

“Why are you giving us money you saved?” Mikey asks, still not looking at you while eating his snack.

“Can’t I do that?”

“I never said that.”

“It seemed like you did.”

“Well I didn’t.”

“Just take the money.” You huff out.

“Mikey, take it.” Sanzu mutters lowly.

“It’s their savings.” Mikey says, finally looking up.

“I’m pleased to see that you have some ounce of emotions, cutie.” You smile widely. “I ordered Kakucho to kidnap you to threaten your father to pay us his debt.”

“Seemed like I was gonna get chopped up after all.” You say dramatically with a sigh while looking up at the ceiling. “My end is coming.”

“No you’re not. So I cant accept this.”

“You guys are a bunch of criminals, anyone else would’ve taken this envelope in a heartbeat. What are you guys? A bunch of wattpad characters?” You look at Mikey surprised.

“Fine.” Mikey signals Sanzu to take the envelope from you. Gladly handing the envelope to him, you nod your head.

“My job here is done then. Take care.” You were about to walk away when someone else spoke up.

“Where are you going?” Ran asks. “Home, I’m bored as fuck.” You flash him a bored grin.

“Hang out with us then.” He says.

“Are we finally gonna hang and bang?” You say excitedly.

“I don’t think anyone’s up to bang but we can hang.” Ran laughs out.

“Im up to bang.” Sanzu raises his hand. You laugh at his reply. “I’m not into plugs, my guy.” You pout playfully.

“Damn, what are you into then?” Rindou speaks up. You smile widely at his question.

“Him.” You point at their boss as Mikey looks at you with a bored face, sighs and looks away.

“Understandable.” Sanzu says.

“Shut the fuck up.” Mikey mutters out as you burst out into a small laughter.

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Your hand starts to rub Mikey's tip giving it small kitten licks making him grab your hair and using his other hand to open your mouth pushing your head gagging at his cock. Pulling your head back to breath but he noticed pushed your head further now taking his whole cock. Tears fall down in pain and pleasure. You felt a pair of hands grab your waist and push you down further, you forgot Sanzu was below you eating you out.

You moaned, making vibrations on Mikey's cock and letting out an expected whimper as his head fell back, sucking and licking his cock while your other hand pumps what you couldn't fit in your mouth. As you were sucking Mikey's cock, Sanzu is below you gripping your thighs closer to his mouth. Wanting more you put one of your hands on your nipple and started to rub it while riding Sanzu's mouth and sucking Mikey off.

You felt like you were about to cum just because of Sanzu's tongue inside you, moaning uncontrollably and making vibrations on Mikey's cock.

"Ahh fuck! Sweetheart I'm close"

Mikey said, panting at the vibrations on his cock and you still trying your best to lick it, you pulled your head back and Mikey's cum spilled all over your face. Sanzu removed you from him then stood up walking to the edge of the bed laying down.

Mikey grabbed you closer to him

"Your mouth felt good around my cock sweetheart.."

"But.. I wanna try how good your pussy feel around me hehe♡"

Mikey turns you around and pushes your pussy to rub his cock, you let out a small moan making him chuckle. He slowly inserts himself inside you, letting you adjust his length. You gripped his hand and he held it back with you as he leans his head on your shoulder.

"Don't worry sweetheart you're doing great taking my cock♡"

He wasn't even fully inside you but you felt full already

"Tired? We can go slow or stop now you know?" He softly smiled at you but you didn't want to give up so you did your best to take him fully. After a bit of adjusting his length you started to ride him, slow but deep. Mikey wraps his hands around your waist, as his head was on your shoulder you could hear whimpers and soft moans coming out of his mouth. Starting to go faster his grip on your waist tightened making small bruises on your waist forming.

Not as if it bothered you, lewd noises were heard around the room. You didn't even notice that Sanzu was jacking himself off.

"Mikey don't be such a pussy and leave the slut shaking from not being able to cum"

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Music to my Ears

SUMMARY: You and Sanzu decide to take a risk and fuck in Mikey’s quarters while he's not there.

Content warnings: pwp, Threesome—f/m/m, Anal sex, Anal fingering, cunnilingus, blowjobs, Multiple orgasms, Orgasm delay, Voyeurism, Praise kink, Light Dom/sub, Biting, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Cum Swallowing

sanzu x f!reader x mikey, sanzu x mikey

a/n: my sanmai brainrot is manifesting now

Your moans are always music to his ears, the perfect song that begins being soft and gentle but quickly turns rambunctious and powerful—straight from pianissimo and right into fortissimo. And even though you both put yourselves in such a dangerous situation that will surely result in unfortunate, if not horrendous, consequences, Sanzu can’t help but want to enjoy the music you breathe into the air.

But he can not. Instead, he quiets you with a hand over your mouth, thumb on one side and four fingers on the other while being careful not to cover your nose. His body is atop yours as he holds himself up with one arm, hips flush while you are on your back.

Sanzu hikes your legs over his shoulders in order to cant your hips upward, giving him better access to the area that makes you sing, and as he shifts his position, bending his knees and moving them closer to you, the angle of his thrusts changes and he starts hitting a spot deep inside you that had your eyes rolling back and the lids closing as you keen into his hand.

It was still loud, though—too loud.

“Shh, shh, shh. You don’t want us to get found out, do you?”

Your eyes open to meet his royal blue ones, and you shake your head beneath his grip; he rewards the answer by grinding into you, his groin rubbing against your clit with each roll of his hips, and it forces more noises that are just an octave higher than before to escape you.

“Are you close?” he asks, his voice just barely above a whisper; you nod again. “Rub your clit.”

Your much smaller hand than his own snakes between your bodies, delicate fingers grazing your clit, and just the mere touch makes you gasp. Your hips jerk away like you’d been injured, but you immediately go back for it and starts rubbing quick circles on the swollen bud, your legs soon trembling on his shoulders.

Sanzu starts thrusting again, hitting that spot deep inside you just like before—he must have been, if the way his wife is sounding off beneath him was anything to go by, as well as how your pussy pulses around his cock, threatening to clamp down around him like a vise as you grow closer and closer to your orgasm.

You keen as he pounds into you and he so badly wants to uncover your mouth just to hear the beautiful crescendo you are releasing as you are building up to your climax. But he knows better.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel it,” he breathes, snapping his hips against you one, two, three more times—

The door to the room you both are in opens like the gates of hell, and Sanzu can’t scramble off his wife fast enough, pulling out and uncovering your mouth just as you reach your peak and ungracefully tumble right over it, back arching and a loud moan escaping your chest.

You seem undeterred by the intruder who’d just walked in on your intimate moment and who’d froze at the sight of you fucking in a place they definitely have no business being, and instead you just roll onto your side, close your legs around your hand, and try to catch your breath.

The Bonten figurehead’s eyes flick between you and Sanzu as he stands just inside the doorway, his hand still on the helve as the bulkhead that separates his personal quarters from the rest of the building is wide open. Sanzu can only remain where he is, jaw tense and eyes straight ahead as he stands at attention like the right-hand man he is.

When the door is gradually shut, its eerie creaking and lock clicking both sounds that would surely haunt his sleep for nights to come, he could only watch as Mikey then slowly makes his way across the room and toward his desk while the heavy but steady rhythm of his steps reverberates off the walls and shakes Sanzu to his core.

The Bonten Leader removes his coat and tosses it onto his desk, and it was at that point Sanzu glances back at you, realizing that you, too, is watching, though your face and chest are flushed—but whether that is from embarrassment, your orgasm, or something else, he isn’t sure.

Neither of you knows what to do and you both are sure as hell do not know what Mikey is about to do, but you two remain still, waiting for your punishments.

Sanzu can’t help but wonder if getting thrown off the building—or even just voluntarily jumping off it—will be less painful than silently standing at attention in the room with Mikey, listening to his steps as he moves, while you two wait for disciplinary action. His stomach is twisting and turning in a cocktail of anticipation and anxiety and dread.

Mikey is at the table now and he pulls out the chair that is closest to his desk, takes a seat, then leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. The pose is intimidating and shows his patience has grown thinner.

Then again, Mikey is staring directly at you—at least until those two eyes that are the color of charcoal turns toward Sanzu and locks with his ocean blue hues. Immediately, he looks straight ahead again, his stomach locking up as he suddenly realizes that, yeah, he understands how you are feeling now.

But the room goes silent—awkward—aside from the sound of Sanzu’s heart in his chest and ears that is no longer a steady rhythm but some sort of fucked-up beat he can’t even keep time of. And then Mikey speaks in his familiar, husky voice that always had the pinkette’s stomach doing twists and turns and flips like acrobats.

“Please continue.”

Mikey could have shot Sanzu in the head with a glock at that very moment and he’d still be staring at him in confusion. But both he and you must have been displaying the same facial expression because an annoyed look crosses Mikey’s face as his eyes flicks between the two of you again. He waves his hand a bit from right to left, palm straight up, urging you both to continue with what you are doing.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” he reiterates.

“I—” Sanzu begins but cut himself off as he glances back at you. “I don’t—I’m not sure—are you—is this—uh—” He sputters like an idiot, his words unable to gain traction in his mouth and instead his tongue keeps slipping and sliding over like he is attempting to climb a muddy hill in flipflops, and by the time he even finishes stumbling over every attempted sentence, only one clear thing comes out: “boss?”

Mikey’s string of remaining patience snaps and Sanzu feels like it is going to slide down his throat and choke him. “My most loyal dog.”

Mikey’s tone is sharper than the katana Sanzu had accidentally cut himself with when clearing a raider hideout two nights ago—and that thing had really sliced through his hand—but his title is said in a way he hasn’t heard before and it makes him stand up straighter, shoulders square, as he stands at attention in more ways than one.

“Get back on the bed and continue fucking your wife.”

Sanzu’s mouth opens and closes a few times as he glances back at you again, then at the Mikey, then back at you; and he is about to move—

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

“Yes, boss,” the scarred man says, his voice cracking from nervousness, before he quickly climbs back onto the bed. He has gone soft after getting caught, but Mikey’s sharp tone and husky voice has, well, helped give him a bit of a semi, so all he has to do is reach down and start stroking himself a little to get the rest of the way there, and seeing you spread your legs to allow him between you certainly does wonders to speed that along.

Once he is fully hard, Sanzu shifts forward, guiding himself into you, both of you releasing an ensemble of sighs and quiet moans as he hilts inside you. Like before, he grinds himself into you, his groin rubbing against your clit as you release a sharp exhale before your hips rolls along with his, demanding more friction.

Sanzu didn’t grind against you for long, though, and instead hikes your legs over his shoulders again, canting your hips upward, while he increases the tempo of his thrusts, his hips soon slamming against yours roughly.

But the moment you are growing loud again, your voice abruptly jumping a couple octaves rather than gradually increasing, his palm roughly claps over your mouth, muffling your noises.

“Let me hear.” Mikey suddenly interjects.

Sanzu stills and turns his head, eyes locking with the Mikey’s; there is an obvious erection in his suit, but he isn’t touching himself and instead is still in that same position as he watches.

When the scarred man looks back at you, however, that is when he feels your tongue slide against his palm; he crinkles his nose in disgust before pulling his hand away, being met with a grin on your face. You seem to be enjoying yourself, at least, and he’d be a liar if he says it wasn’t exhilarating to have someone—especially Japan’s most fearsome crime lord—watching him and his wife fuck.

As punishment, he snaps his hips against you roughly, coaxing a yelp from you, the sound loud and echoing off the walls in the room, though he doesn’t give you time to recover before he’s fucking you again. He pushes your legs closer to your chest, which allows him to go deeper, and you are mewling beneath him as he slams into you, both of you breathing heavily, and he knows you are both already getting close—

“Rub her clit.”

Immediately, Sanzu sits back on his knees and pulls your ass onto his legs, your own legs leaving his shoulders and instead wrapping around his waist. His thumb finds your clit, hand splaying across your mound as he rubs quick, rough circles on the sensitive bud while he keeps up his thrusts. You are still mewling, your legs trembling around him, and he tries to hold on for you, his eyes tightly closing and his teeth grinding together while he fucks you harder, but he is so close.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes, “I want you to cum with me.”

But Mikey is suddenly beside the bed, his upper body bare. He leans over and locks his lips with yours in a gentle kiss that you seem to have trouble holding while Sanzu never lets up on his rough thrusting. Mikey’s hand slides around your throat and, at the same time, your own hands find his body, one going to his shoulder blade and the other to the back of his neck, nails digging in at exactly where his Bonten insignia is placed.

Finally, you tipover the edge, your walls clenching around your husband’s cock as your nails claw and claw and claw at Mikey’s back, almost breaking open the skin all around his shoulder blades as you go into freefall from your orgasm. The kiss between you two breaks and you scream your husband’s name; and soon enough, your sounds dies down until the only thing escaping you are breathy whimpers from sensitivity—but Sanzu is already flying over the edge with you by that point.

Just before he reaches climax, he releases soft moans that only increases in frequency as he reaches the edge and finally tips over it. His eyes tightly closes again and his hips slam against you once, twice, thrice, before he buries himself to the hilt and comes inside you.

Sanzu’s orgasm crashes over him like sound waves that reverberates through his bones and soon he is holding himself above you, leans to the side on one hand so as to keep his body separated from where Mikey is still close and peppering bites along your jaw as you sigh softly and enjoying the feeling.

The Bonten leader pulls away after a few more moments and Sanzu takes his chance to lean down and kiss you, one hand cupping your jaw as he pulls his hips back just enough to slide his softening cock from you.

“Y/N.”

The kiss breaks and you turn your head to look at your superior, listening for orders.

Mikey is standing near the table—the man is so quiet with everything he does which is not unusual, and as he calls for you, Sanzu doesn’t waste any time pulling away to let you get up.

You saunter over to the crime lord and he reaches out to grab your jaw. Once you are close enough, thumb and fingers digging into your cheeks as he pulls you closer and roughly kisses you while his other arm wraps around you to pull your body tightly against his.

You find yourself returning Mikey’s kiss, and once you are separated, he reaches down and cups your ass, hoisting you up so you have to wrap your legs around his hips before he carries you over to the table and set you on the edge.

Your lips are immediately on his throat, kissing along his jaw just as you always do to your husband, and Sanzu can only watch with interest, his teeth chewing his lower lip. But this is the first time he has ever seen Mikey bare his throat, his head slightly tipping back to give you better access to such a vulnerable area, and Sanzu wonders if he does that for all his whores, knowing they could sink their teeth into his jugular and make his artery spray like a fountain.

But he doesn’t seem worried, and Sanzu knows you well enough to know you’d never do such a thing.

“Your husband takes good care of you, doesn’t he?” Mikey asks.

“Yes, sir.”

“I can tell. How many times did you cum before he did?”

“Three, sir.”

“Mm. Good. Think you can handle more?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want your husband to watch me fuck you?”

The question catches you off guard and you attempt to look at Sanzu for guidance, but Mikey grabs your jaw again, thumb and fingers digging into your cheeks once more to keep your head forward as he makes you look up at him instead.

“Don’t look at him, look at me. Do you want your husband to watch me fuck you?”

“I—” you start but the answer never comes out.

Sanzu can’t blame you. He knows what you want, and he’d be a liar if he says he doesn’t want to let you get fucked by his beloved boss too—and he’d be an even bigger liar if he says he doesn’t want to get fucked by Mikey himself, as well. But the chances of that happening are slim to none, “Haruchiyo. Do you want to watch me fuck your wife?”

“Yes.” There is no hesitation in Sanzu’s answer.

“Y/N?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Mikey purrs before he starts pushing his pants and his underwear off, completely baring himself. “Lay on your back.”

It is only then Sanzu took a moment to appreciate the way Mikey looks, taking in the sight of the countless scars that riddles his slim and muscular body like sheet music, singing the tales of a man who lived his life darkness and suffering. Bullet holes and knife wounds litters his torso, some scars are small while others are much larger; atrophic trenches and hypertrophic ridges that decorates his skin, gifts from past battles and traumas that many knew about but few knew the intimate details of.

It is beautiful on its own fucked-up way.

And Sanzu can only admire the younger man as he stands before them like the perfect living example of a marble statue carved centuries and centuries ago.

You are on your back, fingers running through Mikey’s stomach before he kneels down on the floor between your legs, his face disappearing from Sanzu’s view as it is blocked by your thighs.

It is obvious what he is doing as Sanzu had done it plenty of times himself—licking your cunt and tasting you—though the surprising part is how Mikey seems to have no problem eating you out after Sanzu had spilled inside you just a few minutes ago. But you seem to be enjoying it, the hand that had been on Mikey’s stomach is now grasping his silver locks and pulling him closer to your core, directing where you want him.

Mikey had you singing in no time, your back arching and legs trembling as you come, a soft muffle of his groans against you is sounding off in the background of your song, creating harmony together.

He helps you ride your orgasm out and once you are done, he is back on his feet between your thighs. A rough hand runs up your stomach and between your breasts, then back down, before he reaches between you two and starts pushing in; you suck air between your teeth, the sound hissing, and Sanzu finds himself standing and moving closer, his eyes zeroing in on what is happening between your legs—

Fuck.

Mikey is thick. Thick. Probably average in length—but he is definitely thicker than Sanzu; though the pinkette is bit longer. Still, shit.

Mikey eases in and is soon hilted, your song of pain eventually turning into a song of pleasure. Sanzu leans down and kisses you softly, one of his hands going to a breast and groping as he keeps your lips locked, your moans muffled against his mouth and he devours every note.

“Rub her clit,” Mikey orders as he begins to make small test thrusts.

Sanzu breaks the kiss and momentarily glances up at him before reaching over and sliding his fingers between your legs, rubbing fast circles against that swollen bundle of nerves. You are immediately moaning, gradually increasing while your body tenses and your hands grip the edge of the table beneath you just as the Mikey’s thrusts starts to pick up in tempo.

“Good boy, Haruchiyo.”

Alright, he’d be a liar if he says the praise hasn’t sent a wave of arousal throughout his body.

Fuck.

You are quickly falling apart, though, and it doesn’t take long for you to come, and Mikey’s soft groans as he slams his hips against you tells Sanzu that your walls are spasming around his boss’s cock; he knows all too well how fucking good that feels.

“Such a good girl,” Mikey purrs, his hands gripping your hips, thumbs pressing inwards toward your groin; the sound of your hips slapping together from skin-on-skin contact is nearly echoing in the small room. “Perfect fucking fit.”

But Sanzu isn’t prepared for the hand that grasps his chin and yanks him up and to his right, forcing his lips to collide with the leader in a rough kiss; his cheeks are clutched and it forces his mouth to open wider, providing access to an intruding tongue as it searches for his own.

And all the while, Mikey’s hips never falter in their thrusts even as you are cursing and keening and definitely watching your husband make out with the white-haired man above you while, at the same time, that younger man is fucking you. You mutter something along the lines of ‘oh, fuck, that’s so hot,’ and he can’t really disagree.

Sanzu has never been with a man before. That doesn’t mean he isn’t attracted to them, because he is—he considers himself bisexual even though he’s never actually fucked another guy—but holy hell if this isn’t an opportunity. And the assumption earlier that Mikey has no interest whatsoever? Scratch that, because it is clearly wrong.

He has no idea how long he’s been kissing his boss—it feels like forever because he’s been sent into some sort of bliss from just how good it is—but as soon as it breaks, they are both panting and Mikey immediately turns to you, his eyes looking you over for a moment before he glances back to Sanzu.

“Go sit on the bed,” he orders.

Of course, Sanzu obeys and goes to sit on the edge of the mattress, ensuring he is in a good position to keep watching.

It is then, however, that Mikey bends over so his body is flush with yours and you immediately wrap your legs around the Mikey’s hips as he is grinding against you. One of his arms goes to the table, a hand threading into your hair as his face is pressed against the side of yours, and Sanzu can hear Mikey whispering but cannot tell what is being said. His eyebrows furrows as he strains to hear, but he can see you bite your lower lip before looking over at him—the Bonten boss doing the same—and something about the look you two are giving him makes him almost want to blow his load again right then and there.

But he still isn’t hard yet.

Mikey starts kissing your neck and you tip your head back for him as soft moans escapes your lips while your hips are grinding. But when his teeth sink into your throat, right on your pulse point where everyone will see, your soft moans turns into a loud groan that signifies pain mixed with pleasure.

His teeth remains in your neck as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward, likely only releasing your skin after he is certain there will be a dark bruise left behind. Mikey then drags the flat of his tongue against the spot he’d marked before he stands up straight, grabs your hips, and returns to fucking you hard.

From there, it isn’t long before the white-haired man is on the brink. Sanzu can tell before that where his boss had once kept a steady pace in his rough thrusts, they are now faltering, their tempo losing its rhythm while his breathing has grown heavy and ragged as he pants. You are close as well, with one of your hands between your thighs, fingers rubbing your clit while your legs tremble. And before long, you tip over the edge, back arching, screaming Mikey’s name—not his nickname, though, but his first name.

“Manjiro”

“That’s it, pet. There you go—mmfuck, I’m gonna cum.” A low groan is released from deep in Mikey’s chest before he slams his hips against you a few more times and then hilts himself, stilling as he comes.

Inside you.

Mikey comes inside Sanzu’s wife.

And Sanzu isn’t even mad about it—shit, he feels himself growing hard from it, that refractory period finally having dissipated.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and watches as Mikey was grinding his hips against you, his body rolling with each movement before he finally pulls out. When his cock slid free, the noise it makes is wet, likely from the mixture of your cum and both men’s cum—and when Mikey pulls back enough so his cock is in Sanzu’s view, the pinkette can see streaks of white on it.

Mikey’s eyes remains on your cunt, however, even as he suddenly speaks to Sanzu. “Haruchiyo,” he says sharply in that same tone that had helped get Sanzu hard earlier—it is doing the same thing now. “Come here.”

Bonten’s number two is immediately on his feet and approaching, standing at attention as he does and waiting for direction. But as Mikey finally flicks his eyes over to Sanzu, the pinkette have a sudden realization of what he is about to be told to do.

“Clean me off.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Just as quickly as he’s gotten to his feet, he’s also gotten to his knees. He takes Mikey’s semi-hard cock into his hand and slides the head into his mouth, sucking hard, while the the shorter man’s eyes are on him the entire time—and Sanzu can’t help but stare back. He slowly slides more and more in, sucking him clean, tasting the mixture of Mikey’s cum and the tang from his wife on his taste buds. And maybe he intentionally takes a little longer than necessary to clean the cum from his superior’s dick, but he eventually gets the job done and Mikey seems satisfied.

He is brought back to his feet, and his lips are smashed against the other man’s again, that same tongue invading his mouth and immediately being welcomed by his own. When they break apart, however, there is a soft noise from you; they both look over to see you watching with a palm groping your breast, two fingers rubbing your clit, and cum leaking from you. You don’t seem satisfied or sated despite having numerous orgasms, though you should appreciate the fact you don’t have the same sort of refractory period as he do.

Sanzu chews on his bottom lip before looking back to his king as Mikey pulls away, moving to his desk drawer and grabbing something out of it—a bottle of what, he isn’t sure—

Oh. Wait.

Oh, fuck.

Mikey returns to him but before he is able to question anything, their lips crash together again and Sanzu is being led backwards toward the bed. The back of his legs hit the edge of the mattress and he is suddenly pushed by hands against his pectorals until he falls onto the bed on his back.

Mikey is atop him in seconds with his hips slotted between Sanzu’s thighs, their lips brought together again, but it is only a brief kiss this time before the Bonten leader sits back on his knees and that bottle he’s brought is popped open, some of the substance being poured onto the white-haired man’s fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you, Haruchiyo,” Mikey says nonchalantly; it nearly makes Sanzu moan. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”

“Uh, well—” he begins as Mikey gently rolls him onto his side and pushes his top leg up to his chest. “Yeah, I have. With Y/N.”

“Mm. Good.”

That is all the warning Sanzu receives before there is a finger working into him.

It doesn’t take long before he is prepped; Mikey is gentle, of course, and ends up getting three fingers into Sanzu’s ass, spreading him open because, fuck, the man’s cock is thick, and Sanzu isn’t about to be split open. But when he is ready, Mikey apparently have plans for how he wants this to go.

“Y/N.”

You are immediately on your feet—you are always obedient when you choose to be.

“On your back.”

When you lay down, Sanzu is instructed to sit on his knees between your legs like he had earlier; a hand comes from behind him to quickly stroke his cock, thick fingers wrapping around him quite nicely as he is being guided right back into your cunt, a place he knows he belonged. You are still soaked, a combination of your own slick and cum as well as the mixture of his and Mikey’s spend, which just makes it all the better.

A rough hand strokes over his back as Sanzu is hilted inside you. When that husky voice speaks low in his ear, almost a growl, Sanzu’s entire body shivers.

“Fuck her. Hard. I want to hear our cum getting fucked out of her.”

Shit.

Sanzu obeys and pulls his hips back before slamming them forward, repeating the action again and again, his cock pounding into you while he grabs your legs and pushes them upward to where your hips are canted just like before.

But he falters in his movements as two fingers are pushed into his ass, and then he completely stills as those same fingers are crooked downward, body tensing when they press against his prostate, poking and prodding and massaging it.

“Baby,” you whisper, and Sanzu opens his eyes, not even realizing he’d closed them; he moves his hips a little because he knows that is what you want, but that just makes the fingers inside him press more against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his entire body.

Those fingers are pulled out, however, and Sanzu releases a sigh before he starts thrusting again, beginning slow before eventually pounding into you once more, making you keen.

Mikey disappears into the bathroom for a few moments, letting you two continue, and Sanzu doesn’t even realize the white-haired man returned until a hand grasps his hip, stilling him, while a rough palm presses between his shoulder blades and gently pushes him forward so his chest is almost flush against yours. The anticipation had his heartbeat increasing in tempo, knowing it is about to change as the bonten leader is preparing himself to fuck Sanzu.

The pressure of Mikey’s cock pushing into his ass nearly knocks the breath out of him. His entire body tenses, his jaw clenches, and he grabs fistfuls of the sheets as he releases a low groan while Mikey slowly works himself in. At the same time, you are stroking along Sanzu’s back soothingly, trying to help and convince him to relax.

“You can take it, Haruchiyo,” Mikey purrs.

Fuck, Sanzu could have cum right then and there because the sound of his beloved king’s voice alone—deep and husky and filled with lust—is just incredible.

Mikey is soon hilted and all Sanzu can do is just lay there, feeling entirely full while his cock is still achingly hard and buried in your tight heat. But Mikey isn’t going to let him stay still for long, and he knows that.

Mikey eventually pulls back a little before his hands are put on Sanzu’s hips, guiding him, making the pinkette move back and forth so he’s thrusting inside you while Mikey’s cock is fucking him with just Sanzu’s own movements.

It is intense and incredible and fuck.

He is already going to lose it soon if this keeps up.

Mikey starts moving Sanzu’s hips faster and he can’t help the breathy moan that escapes him, his face is pressing into your jaw as his breathing is stuttering, his body almost trembling while it threatens to tip over the edge. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

But he is suddenly pulled back, his cock is ripped from your core as a large hand reaches down to his dick, thumb and forefinger wrapping around the base and squeezing much too tight for comfort—and then his urge to cum is just… gone.

“Not yet,” Mikey murmurs in his ear from behind, and Sanzu can only whine.

Strong hips are grinding against his ass, and Mikey’s free hand slides up to his throat, fingers wrapping around the column while the other hand releases his cock and moves to be grasping his hip, holding him still as—

“Ohfuckfuckfuckfuckgodfuck!”

Mikey gives him no warning before he’s pounding into Sanzu, holding the pinkette back against his chest and thrusting fast and rough while the hand on the Sanzu’s throat makes him lean his body back against the shorter man’s. He feels hands on his cock again, stroking, and realizes you’ve leaned up to touch him, rubbing his dick as he’s getting brutally pounded into—you and Mikey both focusing on Sanzu’s pleasure. And it is intense.

But Mikey eventually slows his thrusts to where he is just grinding until he fully leans back on his haunches, pulling Sanzu with him so he is sitting on Mikey’s lap. “You like this?” he asks, his voice low and husky. “You like having my cock in your ass?” Sanzu can only nod as he pants, unable to form any coherent words. “Y/N. Ride him.”

It is an awkward position, sort of. You straddle Sanzu but is at risk of falling backward so his hands are loosely on your hips. You lean forward and kiss Mikey over his shoulder as your hips grind against Sanzu, his cock slowly moving inside you.

You two manage to somehow work in tandem as if you’d practiced—Mikey brutally thrusts upward into him while you bounce on his cock, and Sanzu is just fucking losing it; he isn’t going to be able to hold it. He can’t. It is coming.

He is coming—

His cock slips free from you again and Mikey’s thumb and forefinger are squeezing around his base once more, forcing his orgasm away—Sanzu cries out as he thought he is going to explode.

“Please,” he pants; his eyes are half-lidded while his breathing is shaky, but his pleas are ignored as teeth clamp down on the side of his neck, biting the skin hard enough to bruise. Mikey marking him just like he’d marked you.

Fuck.

After the leader let go, you are on your back again and Mikey shoves Sanzu forward to where he is laying on you like before, your husband’s chest flush with yours and his face buried against your jaw once more.

“Please, baby,” he tries again, begging you this time as if you might be able to do something but knowing you had no control over the situation—Mikey controls everything. He controls you two.

Mikey’s hand is wrapped around his cock and Sanzu releases a whine, but he is guided back into the tight heat of your cunt. “Fuck your wife, Haruchiyo, and I’ll let you cum.”

It is music to his ears.

Shaky forearms are pressed onto the bed as he starts thrusting into you, one of your hands having slipped down to rub your clit in the process, and Mikey immediately begins pounding into Sanzu from behind again. The pinkette barely registers when Mikey’s hand reaches forward and gently wraps around your throat, the other he places on the middle of Sanzu’s back as Mikey is slightly leaned forward when he starts fucking him even harder. His hips clap against Sanzu’s ass, the sound almost deafening as it echoes in the room.

But at this point, Sanzu is gone.

His hips stills as he feels his climax approaching, but he doesn’t even need to move because the force from Mikey’s thrusting is enough to make him pump into you to some extent. And while that may not have been enough for you, it is certainly enough stimulation for your husband. “I’m—I’m gonna cum,” he groans, and he isn’t sure if anyone even heard it because it is said so quietly.

But Mikey does. “Let’s hear it, Haruchiyo. I want you moaning my name—no one else’s. Cum for me.”

Sanzu tips over the edge and his body tenses up as he comes hard inside you. He groans, his crescendo having led up to the moment when he moans out Mikey’s name right against your jaw, feeling your body shiver beneath him at the sound. His hands clench the sheets, and even as he finishes coming, Mikey keeps going, brutally fucking him even as the stimulation becomes overbearing.

You suck in a shaky breath and he feels you tighten around him even though his cock is softening; he can only release a heavy exhale against you when you come, his entire body shuddering as you moan so close to his ear—using Mikey’s given name again just as he assumed you were directed to. But it is a beautiful song, nonetheless.

Mikey’s thrusts are faltering, and Sanzu is thankful for it because everything from the waist down and knees up is starting to pulse and throb and he knows he’ll be sore after all is said and done—but it’ll be worth it.

“Mm, fuck. I’m gonna cum—gonna cum in you, Haru.”

The use of his name had him groaning again and before he knows it, Mikey slams into him one, two, three more times before burying himself to the hilt and coming, filling Sanzu up as he’d promised and the pinkette lays nearly limp on top of you, panting against your jaw.

Mikey leans back onto his knees, releasing your throat though his other palm slowly begins to slide up and down Sanzu’s spine, soothing him and helping him relax, and he feels your fingers threading into his mullet. The stroking along his spine from Mikey only lasted a few seconds, however, before the white-haired man pulls out, coaxing a groan from both men, and then Mikey makes his way over to the bathroom and disappears inside.

“You did so good, baby,” you whisper before kissing his temple. “It sounded like you enjoyed it a lot.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, but he can’t get anything else out. Both his body and brain are utterly exhausted and refused to move or think.

Mikey comes out of the bathroom soon after disappearing, carrying wet rags; he moves to the bed and softly places one of the rags onto Sanzu’s lower back, the touch gentler than the he ever thought possible of someone like Japan’s most fearsome criminal, before the rag is slowly trailed down to clean him up. He is tender and sore, that is for certain, but Mikey is careful in his touches and you are soothing him by petting his head and whispering comforting words.

Once he is cleaned off, he is carefully rolled onto his side and Mikey then goes on to clean you up with the second rag, though Sanzu watches as Mikey leans down and gently presses your lips together. There is something intimate about the way he kisses you—and that same intimacy is present when Mikey had kissed Sanzu, too. He really can’t help but watch even though his eyes are drooping from exhaustion.

Surprisingly, though, Mikey isn’t kicking you two out, and even after Sanzu finds himself dozing, he’d woken up just as the bed dips and he feels his boss settling between him and his wife.

Mikey’s body wraps around your much smaller frame, one of his arms going beneath your neck and wrapping around your chest so his hand rests on your shoulder, and the other arm draping over your stomach—but not until after he reaches behind him and grabs onto Sanzu’s arm, encouraging him to join in on cuddling.

This is a new and probably still dangerous situation, but, hell, it is a good change in his life.

Hii! I'm new to your account but so far, I love it! I'm sorry for bothering you but, if you haven't already done it, stalker Sanzu. Like he fell in love with a deaf reader and being too obsessed, he decided to stalk her. At first he wasn't making it obvious but then he started breaking in her house, stealing her things (panties for example) and etc? Thank you in advance!

I so badly wanna write a fic about this, based on the movie HUSH.

TW- Stalking, creepy behavior, breaking in and entering, noncon picture taking and bugging of a private living space.

-He can quickly become hyper-fixated with the smallest things, the most meaningless things about a person and he quickly starts too follow you around, especially when he finds out when you're deaf.

-He's quick too find out where you live, it's quite easy for him, being in Bonten and all that. He has fun with the chase though. As he stands outside your window, watching you do your daily tasks as your none the wiser. He knocks on your window, just too make sure you really are deaf and when you don't respond, not even the tiniest twitch of body, he grows the sickest grin on his face.

-He breaks in quite easily, you're so silly, keeping your door unlocked, do you know what kind of monster lurk just around the corner.. well, you're about too find out princess.

-When he does sneak into your house, he'll just sit on your bed and watch you. He watches you sleep as he plays with your hair even going as far as too cut off a lock and take it with him, something he uses when he's alone at night. He steals a lot of your things, your panties being his favorite, he doesn't even try too make it look non suspicious. You belong to him, meaning your things do too.

-He has camera set in your bedroom while your away doing whatever it is you do. He bugs your house with wire taps, video camera and sound recorders. Whenever he's not busy though, he just sits at your desk and watches you. Stroking his cock as he watches you play with your pretty cunt in the dark of night, in the "safety" of your own bedroom.

-He takes so many pictures of you while you're out, using the best damn camera that money can go. He hangs them up on his wall, keeping his own little shrine of you, in not only his private room but as well as his office. He doesn't even try too hide his sick obsession, everyone knows about it and he gives zero fucks, he's proud of it actually.

-He makes this all psychological for you, before he pounces. He starts moving your clothes around, putting your things in different rooms, and at first you blow it off, thinking you were going crazy, but then you start finding muddy shoe tracks in your house by your front door, but again, you blow it off as you forgetting too take off your shoes, it did rain the day before, after all.

-When he does finally pounce though, it's quick and planned out, he calculated in the whole thing, not letting there be an ounce of space of mistake for there too be made. He's so quick with it as well, you don't even know what's happening, and when he has you, he's never letting you go, so you can forget all about escaping.

Sanzu and you never got along, that is common knowledge, not now, when you've been working in Bonten for almost a full year and definitely not when you two had first met. The Haitani’s had called it ‘married couple banter’, which made both you and Sanzu agree on two things: that you two would never even come close to being a couple, let alone married. The second being your hatred for one another, as if you bonded over your perfect storm.

Content Warnings: Enemies to Lovers Series, Smut fluff and a little bit of angst, Sanzu is annoying </3, Set in Bonten timeline, each chapter will have its own warnings!

Prologue

Chapter One: Rough Beginnings

Chapter Two: Klutz Chapter Three: Trapped with Truth and Dare Chapter Four: WIP

Perfect Storm | Prologue

Content Warnings: Brief mentions of violence and Bonten

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Sanzu Haruchiyo was a scary man, leaving many trembling at the thought of crossing him. His own coworkers made sure to never really get on his bad side, seeing what he does to traitors of Bonten. Hell, he even looks scary. Standing at 6’2, cold almost empty blue eyes that only glint when he's killing those who stand in Mikey's way, and big diamond shaped scars that stretch when he smiles, sending shivers down the back of anyone who's unlucky enough to see his murderous grin. 

Sanzu knows he’s intimidating, hell, he’s one of the most dangerous men in all of Japan. So he is sitting here now wondering why you’re insulting him, to his face knowing what he is capable of when he's mad. You may also be a Bonten executive but he’ll be damned if he let that stop him from shutting you up one way or another. 

Sanzu and you never got along, that is common knowledge, not now, when you've been working in Bonten for almost a full year and definitely not when you two had first met. The Haitani’s had called it ‘married couple banter’, which made both you and Sanzu agree on two things: that you two would never even come close to being a couple, let alone married. 

The second being your hatred for one another, as if you bonded over your perfect storm.

When you had first joined Bonten and climbed the ranks so quickly they had to do their own personal background check on you, finding out you were in the Brahamn gang, the enemy gang in their youth. Most of the executives had respected how you knew to get a mission sent by them done effectively and efficiently. Most if not all of the executives voted for having you as the fourth executive in the ranks. All of the executives, if not for Sanzu himself. 

You haven't remembered a time when Sanzu didn't treat you with the utmost disrespect or mockery. You've always wondered why he made an enemy out of you since your first official day as a Bonten Executive, his tongue always as sharp as his glare. Ever since that day, Sanzu has been hellbent on making you miserable. This plan has always backfired on him, due to his underestimation of your resolve.

Perfect Storm | Chapter One: Rough Beginnings

Content Warnings: the Haitani's plant a wet sloppy one on ur hands, reader is nervous for only a little, brief mentions of drug trading and violence (its Bonten what do you expect), Sanzu insults you a lot </3, he calls you "princess" as an insult cuz hes weird like that

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It was that afternoon when it all began.That late rainy afternoon is when your entire life changed. When you got notice that you were going from a prominent, high level Bonten assassin to the top of the ranks in only a few short weeks (props to you going above and beyond on your missions), it came as a surprise to you. Feeling dreadfully anxious, your hands had a slight tremble to them as you gripped the steering wheel driving home to get prepared. To say you were nervous was an understatement. 

With anxious excitement running rampant through your veins, you set down your most expensive dress at the time, (which pales compared to the salary you make now, having been a Bonten executive for almost a full year), and hop in the shower as you braced yourself to meet the most powerful and dangerous men in all of Japan. 

A meeting had been set up the night you were made aware of your promotion, as you pulled into the Bonten Headquarters parking lot, already seeing a reserved spot with your name on it. Stepping out of the vehicle, pulling down the ends of your tight dress that had ridden up your thigh, you began making the treacherous journey to the elevator. Almost getting lost in the big establishment. Adrenaline coursing through your body, you exit the elevator and begin your walk.

The executives gathered in the meeting room awaiting your arrival when they heard the click-clack of heels on their expensive marble flooring, signaling you were nearby.

“Try not to sleep with her” murmured an annoyed Kokonoi, who was looking over at the infamously seductive Haitani brothers who looked more excited than they should have been for your arrival. 

This made Sanzu laugh a little too loud, “Sleep with her? I can't imagine anyone wanting to tap that”. He denied, insulting your character unbeknownst to you. 

Confused, his coworkers turned to him with raised eyebrows and questioned him over his behavior. He hadn't even met you, only seeing low quality video footage of you that they all had seen during their background check. Finding out you were in the high ranks of Brahman. 

To Sanzu, you being in Brahman during your youth years was enough of a reason for him to despise you without having known you. He hated Brahman and the brief mention of it was enough to set him off- so having you in the room with him was going to drive him insane.

Anything closely associated with Brahman immediately put a bad taste in his mouth. Not wanting to explain this, he had told them to ‘shut up’, displeasure obvious in his voice. They were about to argue back when they heard the clicking of heels louder than before suddenly stop when the big wooden doors were opened to reveal you, the very definition of sex appeal, they thought. Curiosity peaked, they analyzed you. 

Stepping into the big room, you saw a big table where they were all seated, sipping their whiskey, gin, or wine, eyeing your every move. You stood still at the entrance of the door, glancing around the room with a cocky smile on your face, confidence radiating off of you. Making eye contact with each of them you continued to walk into the room, scanning it till your eyes met an empty chair.

You had strutted in here with the most confidence to prove you were worthy enough to be in their powerful presence. However, in reality you felt as if you were going to collapse and melt away when all their eyes were on you. 

Afterall, you were in a room with the most dangerous men in all of Japan.

Ran was the first to break the tension, standing on his feet taking a few short steps to reach you, due to his height he didn't need to make many. You looked up at him as he bowed his head slightly down for you, bringing your hand to his lips and giving it a kiss. 

You quickly thanked him and took a seat at the end of the big wooden table, next to a shirtless man with a scar running down one of his eyes. He glanced at you and sent you a sympathetic smile, knowing you were probably very anxious sitting in a room with deadly men as if he wasn't one of them. You nodded down at him and smiled and turned to Mikey, the well known leader of Bonten who began to speak. 

“As you all know, we have had trouble with a gang from the west, constantly attacking our men and stealing our drugs to sell them. Y/n, was sent on a mission to stop the drug shipment, Not only did she stop it, but she subdued them completely by killing their leader”. Mikey paused to breathe while the others turned their focus back to you, putting all their undivided attention on you, making you more nervous. Trying your hardest not to show the tremble of your hands you tucked them under the table, when Mikey began to speak again, they all focused on their leader, making you thankful for him.

 All except one pair of eyes. You felt them bore holes into the side of your face. You turned to meet this pair of eyes and you were met with cold blue eyes staring into you. As if the pink headed owner of these eyes was sizing you up. You noted the scowl on the man's face, wondering why he was looking at you with such hatred. 

You decided if you wanted to live through this meeting, you needed to prove you were tough, that you were worthy of being a Bonten executive, plus you had thought that you didn't deserve this treatment no matter who he was, so you returned the favor, looking him up and down at him with disgust on your face.

To say Sanzu was appalled at your behavior was an understatement. Never, since the day he became Bontens number two, had anyone ever degraded him with such disrespect. Taking in the shock written all over his features you were satisfied and tore your eyes away from his to put your focus back on Mikey who continued to speak about what you've accomplished. 

“From today onwards, Y/n will be the fourth executive.” As soon as Mikey said those words the men shot up from their seats arguing against each other for or against your placement. You heard the purple haired man that had kissed your hand whine childishly about how you were in a higher position than he was. The man next to him, with the longer purple hair and the same infamous Bonten tattoo on his neck, rolled his eyes at the man’s immature antics. The sharp eyed, white haired man with the Bonten logo dyed in the roots of his hair, sat across from them and argued back about how ‘you'd be a good asset to the team’ and how it ‘doesn't matter if she’s in a higher position’. 

The scar-eyed man seated next to you sighed and pinched the sides of his forehead in irritation “If you actually submitted all your paperwork on time and did your job right, maybe you’d be in a higher position” sighed the man. The short purple haired man gasped and put a hand to his chest very dramatically. The sight of this made you laugh which made an already resentful Sanzu more galled. 

“The fuck are you laughing at?” Sanzu’s rudely asked question made the room fall silent as the men analyzed you, awaiting your reaction. 

You turned your eyes to the man again and scoffed at his remark, “Who the fuck do you think youre talking to?” you spat back. Nervousness slowly being replaced with irritation, you talked once again, “You’ve had a stick up your ass since I came in the room.” you paused, leaning into the table, propping one of your arms on it, angry eyes fixated on him.

Laughs, whistles, ‘oooh feisty’ and ‘i like her’ were heard around the room as you held tensioned eye contact with the ill mannered man. “You're in a room filled with a bunch of criminals, sweetheart, you sure youre not just one of our whor-” Just as he was about to continue, Mikey leered his eyes to his second in command.

“Sanzu, stop”. Like an owner telling their trained dog to stop barking, the man whose name you now know is Sanzu, stopped talking to you. Luckily for him, if he finished that sentence, you would've been up in an instant, striking to kill. Mikey was the only one that had noticed one of your hands creeping to your purse which he assumed was to grab a weapon and so he quickly shut his man up before he made an enemy out of you. 

The room fell silent once again.

“This decision is final, Y/n will be our fourth executive, those who disagree, speak now.” You looked around the room, noticing none of them would dare argue against their leader. 

Mikey continued, “Y/n, this is Sanzu, my right hand man” Sanzu, did not return your eye contact this time. “Next to you is Kakucho, the third executive. '' The man next to you smiled again and waved, you reciprocated this, deciding to shake his big hand firmly. “Across from you are the Haitani brothers, Ran and Rindou.” The brothers stood from their seats to reach across the table. 

Ran, the man that had so charmingly kissed your hand when you entered, kissed it again while Rindou grabbed your other hand to kiss that one. As they pulled their lips away from your hands you laughed at their attempt to woo you.

 Mikey began again, “That's Kokonoi, he’s the main money maker for us” you turned yourself to face Kokonoi, taking his hand into yours and shaking it, thanking him for his earlier statement he made about you. He pulled his hand away, liking the feeling of your smaller hand in his. “Back there is Takeomi and Mochi.” Mikey finished introducing everyone to you as you looked into the back of the room to see two older, more mature looking men, smoking and waving to you. 

“Sanzu, Show Y/n to her office.” Mikey demanded, attempting to get you both to get along. 

Sanzu looked over to you with an artificial smile on his face, “Lets go, Y/n”.  

Unsure why he was treating you with disrespect, you forced a venomous smile on your face as well, “Sure, Sanzu”. You both walked out, refusing to look at one another while he escorted you to your new office. 

Which was right across from his.

You lay in your bed, sleepiness slowly creeping up on you while thinking back on this memory. You laughed, remembering how nervous you were to meet them, knowing now that they're all a bunch of dorks who are loyal to one another and would do anything to protect each other's backs, even if they weren't willing to admit it. 

All except one, one who has been hellbent on making you miserable as you returned the favor. One, who's been working hard on trying to get you to quit, or go as far as try endlessly to get you fired. One who’s been openly insulting you to your face since your first day- Sanzu Haruchiyo.

You groaned in frustration just at the thought of the man. Youve been an executive for almost a year and he's still dead set on pushing you out. Why he hated you will continue to be a mystery, choosing not to ask him yourself, not wanting it to seem as if he got to you. Rindou had told you he and the others didn't know themselves, so you couldn't even ask one of them. You were sure one of these days you were going to murder him, tired of the mistreatment he gave you. 

However you were used to returning the same disrespect he had given. You had titled him “your worst enemy”, making an uncaring-of-your-rant Kokonoi tell you how petty that was.

Of course, you and Sanzu have grown accustomed to throwing insults at one another, day and night, never actually referring to each other by your names but rather only endless spews of ‘bitch, ugly, stupid’ coming from you and ‘annoying, useless’- and the one that made you the most outraged; ‘princess’. 

And of course, Sanzu caught on quickly at how much you despised this nickname, and to your dismay this label stuck. He had first used the nickname when he overheard you just a few days ago sitting on the kitchen counter, talking to Kakucho who was making his coffee in the shared kitchen between the Bonten Executives. 

He listened to you speak about how ‘you wanted to go clothes shopping because it's been a while since you had gone’ and how ‘all your other clothes are blood stained’. To which he let out a loud and obnoxious laugh catching both your and Kakuchos attention. Kakucho, knowing an argument was going to break out between the both of you, sighed and quickly escaped the scene, abandoning his unfinished coffee. 

“What's so funny?” You questioned him with venom in your tone.

 He spun around to face you, swirling the teaspoon in his mug, grinning at you. “Oh, nothing” he sighed out contently, “s’ just that princess here is so pure”, he paused, putting emphasis on the word pure before continuing, “so pampered”, he paused again. “That she's scared of having a little blood on her clothes.” he mockingly pouted, nodding his head and scrunching his eyebrows, giving you an annoyingly sarcastic face.

Sanzu has always insulted you, and you always insulted him. But he’s never called you outright weak or even implied it up until this point. And you were infuriated. He looked at you once again smiling so cocky, realizing how much of a blow this gave to your ego. He enjoyed riling you up, seeing you so mad, knowing the only thought left in your head was ‘How dare he?!’

You hopped off the counter walking towards him with your fists clenched and stood right at his feet looking up at his irritating smile, Oh how badly you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face and you would've, if it weren't for Bonten rules against in-fighting, but the things you would do to him if it didnt risk your rank as a Bonten Executive. “Watch your mouth.” you threatened staring up at him only a few inches away from his face. He looked down at you not saying anything, but enjoying watching you get so riled up. 

He bent down closer to your face and you could feel his breath on your cheek when he leans in closer right up to your ear and lets out an airy and short “hah”, that makes your skin tickle under him, a chill runs down your spine as you shiver, hoping he didn't notice and take it as a sign of weakness. 

Unfortunately for you, he did notice.

“What's wrong?”- he whispers right at your ear, you swear you can hear the smirk on his face with the way he speaks, “princess”. 

You both jump out of the position you're in when you hear a fake awkward cough coming from the other side of the room. “The meeting started five minutes ago.” sighed out an annoyed Ran, startling the both of you. 

You turn to Sanzu who's on his way out and curse at him under your breath, grabbing your full mug, pushing past him quickly and making your way to the meeting room, promising yourself you'd get your revenge on him sometime.

He hadn't stopped calling you ‘princess’ since the nickname stuck only a few days ago. You groaned, laying in your bed unable to sleep. 

‘Unlucky me’ you thought, annoyed at the fact that it was that nickname that stuck. You preferred him to call you stupid or anything else but princess. You hated the implication of it. 

You also hated the fact that, Sanzu of all people, was the last thought on your mind before you crashed for the night.

A/n: NEED SANZU TO BREED ME BUT ALSO THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON MY RINDOU FIC! I ONLY STARTED WRITING LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO AND THE SUPPORT ON ALL OF MY FICS HAS BEEN OVERWHELMING IN ALL THE BEST WAY <3 thank you so much and omg, i got my first two requests to be added to the tag list <33 thank you so much!! any criticism and feedback is welcome, i hope you guys enjoyed this mwah

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Perfect Storm | Chapter Two: Klutz

Content Warnings: Sanzu strips his shirt in front of you, hes an asshole as per usual, this chapter is kinda cringe, forgive me for not updating for forever ily guys <3

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Darting up out of bed, you inhale sharply to yourself when you squint at the alarm clock that currently reads: 8:27 AM. The sense of uneasiness grew in you as you rushed to shower and prepare for work, as you needed to be there by 9:00 to ‘take care’ of someone, for being stupid enough to betray Mikey, let alone Bonten.

You drive first to your favorite cafe and order yourself a caffeinated coffee, although you were now almost 15 minutes behind schedule. You mumbled a quick thank you to the cashier as she carefully handed you the iced sugary drink, pulling out of the drive-through, you quickly sped to Bonten Headquarters. 

You knew yourself that Mikey wouldnt scold you too hard for being a little late, considering Ran himself came very very late on most days, his excuse being, ‘I needed my beauty sleep’. So you weren't worried about that. However, what you were irritatingly expecting was Sanzu, who would go above and beyond- out of his way to disturb and ridicule you for your simple and honest mistake. Especially with your offices being across from one another, and having to complete the occasional mission together (which one of the other executives always needed to come along for, knowing if Sanzu and you were left alone with one another for too long, one or both of you would end up dead). 

Parking your car in your reserved space, you stepped out carrying your cold silver gun and coffee in one hand, and stacks upon stacks of paperwork and folders in the other. Rushing into the elevator you took your first sip of your coffee, sighing out in relief after almost dropping it due to the amount of things occupying your hands. You stepped out and quickly began speed walking to your office, hoping to not find an annoying Sanzu standing at the doorway.

You couldn't help the victorious grin that crept its way to your face when you didn't notice a single sign of him near your office.

You turned to your office door, quickly putting all your items into one arm, freeing the other to turn the door knob when suddenly it was torn open. In your rush to dodge the intruder you tripped on your heel, dropping all your papers, gun and worst of all- spilling your coffee all over yourself. As you were about to slip backwards, a hand yanked your waist in order to catch you. Yelping, you reach for something to grab in a moment of panic, grasping onto who you assumed was your colleagues dress shirt, momentarily feeling the tensing of muscular and broad shoulders beneath your gripped fingers.

You gasp as your fall was cushioned by whoever was trespassing your office, your head crashed into their collarbone, the top half of your body being rested on theirs, and your lower half bent at the knees, sitting fully on their pelvis.

Laying your palms flat on your office intruder’s abdomen, you lifted yourself up slowly, grumbling out a string of curses, only to tilt your head down to find a tuft of pink hair splayed out messily, under the marble floor and bright cyan eyes looking up at your own.

“Fuck Y/N! Watch where you're going” Sanzu exasperatingly grumbled out, laid straight underneath you, having only his arms and upper body free, due to your body which was currently situated on his groin. 

You only gasped at his audacity, how dare HE, the one who was snooping around in YOUR office, be mad at you for trying to get in. 

“ME?! Why the hell were you in MY office, trying to rip the door off its hinges?!” You questioned him equally as dramatically, as the adrenaline from your fall was starting to wear off.  

He leans up, still having you sat on his thighs as you both make eye contact, your chests touching and faces only a few inches away from one another. He rolled his eyes at you and began stripping himself of his now coffee stained shirt, making your pupils dilate, feeling your face heat up, squirming in his lap, trying to free yourself because of the sudden action of his. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” you squeaked out.  

You swore you saw a ghost of a smile on his face, mocking you for your antics.

“What? Never seen someone strip in front of you? Surprising for you.” He said obviously sarcastically with that specific lilt to his voice that always made your blood boil. However, against all odds, you managed to keep your cool. “What were you doing in my office?” You glared at him, demanding an answer.

“Wouldn't you like to know.” he spat back.

The half naked Sanzu and you still in his lap continued to throw sharp insults at each other, not noticing the sound of footsteps over your loud bickering. Unbeknownst to you, Kakucho, Rindou, and Ran are staring at the both of you in annoyance, and amusement. Rindou, clearly enjoying both you and Sanzu’s spacial unawareness, lets out an echoing wolf whistle, his brother joins in on the fun, as Kakucho lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Didn't mean to interrupt you guys.” Ran teases which makes your face heat up at the innuendo.

“What- I- EW! NO!” You gasp in the most disgusted and frightened way you could, quickly jumping off Sanzu’s lap, feeling your now completely doused skirt sticking to your thighs. 

You groaned in defeat, not knowing what to do when you felt soft fabric thrown in your face. Quickly shoving it off, ready to start an argument with Sanzu, (because you just know it was him that threw it in your face) only to be left watching his broad muscular back walk away from you when you look into your hands and notice that he gave you his suit jacket that was untouched by your coffee. 

Confused, in disbelief and shock at his sudden kindness you tie it around your waist before grabbing your papers and calling someone to come clean the mess.

This whole fiasco had you exhausted in every way and you haven't even started your piles of paperwork, and you still had to get rid of a traitor by midnight. You silently prayed that the rest of your day would go alright, at the very least. 

You shiver upon entering your office and flipping the light switch letting out another more bothered groan at the feeling of piercing coldness that was sticking to your wet clothes. Annoyed, exhausted and with the thought of Sanzu stuck in your head, you make the drastic decision to wear his suit jacket.

Slowly untying it, looking around in shame as if people were watching you bare your soul- and truthfully, a part of you was, you wouldn't wanna be caught dead sitting next to him in quick meetings, let alone wearing something that belonged to him. Inch by inch, very slowly and carefully, treating it like glass, you finally lifted it above your shoulders when the sudden relaxing scent of his gave you whiplash. 

You could smell each bit of him on the jacket you're wearing- that distinct fresh woodsy scent with subtle hints of tobacco, mint and pine cone- made the room spin around you. You were already feeling ashamed and disappointed of yourself for wearing his jacket but now you couldn't get enough of his strong scent.

Sheepishly you walk over to your desk and take a seat, getting comfortable in your old brown leather chair. Your fatigue was getting to you as you put your head in your hands, overthinking Sanzu’s decision when you should have been working. Drained by your lack of energy and caffeine, you cross your arms and lay your head on them, quickly dozing off. 

You were deep into a few hours of dream land when unbeknownst to you, a pissed off Sanzu and Koko stomped their way to your office. 

Sanzu walks ahead of Koko- wanting to insult you before Koko gets there and bitches at him to stop. Sanzu gripped the door knob, ready- almost excited to berate you however the sight of your peaceful slightly drooling face stopped him from yelling insults at you. 

Sanzu took in your quiet calm state, one that he had never seen before. To say he was shocked to know that you, of all people, had their good moments was an understatement. 

He looked away from your face, only to see his jacket wrapped around your smaller form. Sanzu felt his face flush and heat up for a reason that was unknown to him. “Sanzu?” Koko questions arriving at the door before turning to look at you and then back at him when a ghost of a smile appears on Koko’s face- his mind shifting to a memory of Akane and him for a brief moment till his mind wanders off to forget the pain. 

No matter how much he tried to deny it, deep down Sanzu knew that he thought you looked almost pleasant like this. He’s certain that Koko somehow read his mind- and that he now knows that Sanzu thinks you were cute in this state. 

“Koko.. lets just go” He whispers, making sure not to wake you. Sanzu’s decision has Koko scrunching his brows, “I thought you hated her- and plus who's gonna do all her paperwork and kill the traitor?” Koko asks, uncaring of his volume, making Sanzu shush him vigorously as if you were a sleeping beast. 

“Ill do it, its whatever.” Sanzu whispers as he pushes past Koko to walk back to the door, turning around to gesture his hands in a ‘hurry up!’ motion. 

Koko was bewildered by the pink headed man's choice. Sanzu? Out of all the executives in Bonten was certainly the last on the list of people who would help you especially after word got around of this morning's mess. Perplexed, Koko followed Sanzu out and watched amused in a way at Sanzu making sure to close the door carefully and lightly.

“What’s up with you? You? Of all people helping Y/n? Am I dreaming?” Koko poked fun at Sanzu, who only walked away rolling his sleeve cuffs up to his forearms and grabbing , ready to kill the traitor for you.

A/n: GUUUYYYS FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING THIS IN FOREVER, PLEASE ACCEPT THESE CRUMBS I LOVE YOU GUYS <33

Perfect Storm | Chapter Three: Trapped with Truth and Dare

Content Warnings: MDNI, Mentions of blood on Sanzu (not his), Mentions of a gun, Sanzu teasing but hes also an ass, being stuck in an elevator, Smidge of angst if you squint, Sanzu is a menace while playing truth or dare, Ran teases too, Emotionally Constipated Jealous Sanzu, Fem!Reader has very brief wet dream (I promise Ill do actual smut soon), Mating press

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Today had been an unusually boring day without the normal banter of your coworkers as well as the strange quietness of not having Sanzu around. The Haitani’s and him had gone on a mission with Takeomi, leaving you with the usually quiet Mikey who shooed you away to your office to get paperwork done, just as Mochi and Kokonoi were doing in their own respective spaces. Bored, you sigh, walking to your office ready but dejected for the long day of paperwork ahead of you.  You stare at the clock ticking hung above your door, counting down the seconds before you can go home after long exhausting hours of signing documents and crime. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the clock strikes midnight as you let out a silent cheer and pack your belongings into your purse to then make your way to the rickety old elevator. You press the button that lights up beneath your finger and hum contently, excited for your plan to sit back on your comfortable couch and catch up on your favorite show. When the elevator opens, you step into it, continuously pressing the button to the first floor (as if it were to make the doors close faster) and just as they were about to shut- a hand suddenly makes its way between them- startling you. Your hands quickly make their way to your purse, where your gun is resting, on instinct. 

You curse under your breath in anger when Sanzu steps foot in the elevator, dress shirt covered in blood which you knew wasn't his own. Noticing your shift in attitude, he smiles smugly, and to your dismay speaks. “What? Didn’t miss me today princess?” he voices sarcastically. He watches you closely, trying to get a rise out of you. “Yeah, of course, just as much as my gun misses your big ass forehead. All that room up there and still not enough to make one coherent, well adjusted thought.”, you hissed back just as sarcastically, ready for the interaction to end as the elevator slowly descended. “My forehead isn't big” he grunted, turning away from you, picking and choosing what hears as per usual. “Is too” you spat back at him. As he was about to retort back, the elevator shook aggressively and grinded to a halt. “W-what is happening” you questioned out loud in fear to no one in particular. When suddenly the red emergency lights glowed and the audio system boomed with Rindou’s voice, answering you. “Hey uh, i know we would all love to end this night peacefully but unfortunately for you both, you'll be stuck in here for the next hour”- panic set in as you realized you'd be stuck with Sanzu alone - “please don't kill each other in there, we are all working to fix it (you hear slight snickering in the background, probably Ran laughing at your current predicament) dont worry itll be okay in no time”. Rindou finishes, sounding uncertain, not helping your current crisis. “Fuck” you curse out loud, hope dimming quickly. He turns to you, annoyance on his face. “Really?”. He exhales out of frustration, “Well, we are here together whether you like it or not, what do you wanna do to pass the time while they work to free me from hell?” You look at him, anger and shock written all over your face, “Free you from hell!? Go fuck yourself, and go to that corner, dont even breath near me asshole.” You reply and take a seat in the corner, opposite to his. He (surprisingly) listens and takes a seat away from you, “Pff, whatever, take that stick out your ass, I'd like to make it known I don't wanna be here either.” he huffs out. Choosing to ignore his comment, only a few minutes pass in silence, and to your dismay he starts repeatedly tapping the wall with his fingers in a rhythm, the sound getting on your already worked up nerves. “Oh my gosh, ok we’ll pass the time with whatever but you have to stop with that shit”, you glare at him. He laughs back in response, stopping his finger drumming. “Hmm..” Sanzu pauses to think before turning to you and declaring, “Lets play truth or dare”. You look at him, surprised by the childish remark when you notice the mischievous glint in his eyes. After a few seconds of thinking it over you respond, “Sure, but I start”. He nods, giving you the go-ahead. “Truth or dare?” you question, his answer being ‘truth’. With another short pause of thinking you ask him, “If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?” and for a second you swear you see a look of hurt on him, before its masked with the smug smile he returns quickly, and you feel guilt for some reason. He looks away from you for a moment before whispering “my scars” quietly, but loud enough for you to hear. You frown and look away, thinking when he breaks you out of your thoughts, questioning “Truth or dare?” to change the subject. “Uh.. dare” you boldly decide, quickly regretting it when he dares you to lick the floor. “Yeah I'm not doing that.” you say, unimpressed. “Fine, then it has to be truth!” he retorts. “Well there isnt many dares we can do in here anyway, so lets just keep asking truths”. You respond. And for the first time probably ever, you both agree on something.

“You ever fuck anyone that works here?” Doing a double take and staring at him in shock he only looks back, completely serious. Exhaling you answer, “Good God, and no.” You look over at him and he almost seems relieved? Knowing it's your turn, you ask him something almost equally as strange, “Have you ever practiced kissing in a mirror?” He looks at you weird, then laughs and you feel a small smile making its way to your face. “What? Thats so weird, why do you ask?” he runs his hands through his tuft of pink hair giggling at you. “I don't know, its a very you thing to do, and you didn't answer!” you defend yourself playfully. A few seconds of silence and him looking away is all the answer you need. He continues to look away before he hears you trying not to let a sound out, when he faces you he notices the wide smile on your face, that you tried to hide with a hand clasped tightly around your mouth, clearly you couldn't control it when he hears your laughter. And although its at his expense, he would usually respond with something mean, yet, for a moment Sanzu forgets he hates you. “Yeah whatever, laugh all you want, I was a teenager and now I can get the real thing and more, whenever I please.” He defends himself while you swipe the unshed tears from your eyes, calming down. 

Trying to change the subject, he questions, “If you had to pick someone from our team to fuck, who would it be?” Sanzu continues to ask out of pocket questions to try and embarrass you. Your face heats and your stomach drops and for a moment you think of him, on top of you and you decide to throw the thought of your head permanently. You look away, trying to think and all the comes up are filthy thoughts of him. “Ch-change the question.” You cough out. He leans in, “Nah I think I wanna hear your answer, princess”. He directs his complete attention on you, stare unwavering. A few seconds pass before you whisper “Ran”. For a reason unknown to him, Sanzu feels angry. Not at you for a change, but at Ran as if it were his fault. He masks his irritation by asking “Why him, of all people?” Quickly you respond “He was the first that came to mind” you lied, when suddenly the loud audio system answers, this time by Ran himself.

“Really? I'm honored sweetheart.” He giggles out to your complete shock and horror. “YOU CAN HEAR US?!” you question.

“Yeah, I'm surprised Sanzu didn't tell you.” You turn back at him with betrayal in your eyes and he only shrugs. God what an asshole, and to think you were starting to enjoy yourself even a little bit around him.

“I would've never answered that if I had known they can hear us! I don't wanna play anymore” you huff and cross your arms. “Aww the fun was just starting” Ran teases you, earning a quick shut up.

Sanzu decides to call it quits too, your answer the only thing replaying in his mind. You both stay silent for the duration of the period. Thankfully, before you fall asleep, a tired sounding Kokonoi announces that the elevator will work in the next minute. You stand, stretching and yawning, ready to get home when you notice the grumpy look on Sanzu’s face.

He stands too, and when the elevator dings and the doors open, he shoves past you walking- almost stomping away. You recollect yourself from the powerful push and make your way to your car. The only thoughts on your mind being him and his stupid face, his stupid smile, his stupid laugh too. You replay the soft look on his face in your brief moments of getting along, the thought being soured when you remember how he pushed you.

Exhausted, you finally get home, kicking off your heels somewhere random, not even bothering to undress you hop in bed quick to crash out.

Even in dream land he wouldn't leave you, your sleeping mind conjuring up the vulgar images of Sanzu groaning from on top of you, grabbing the under part of your legs that were wrapped around his torso, to put your knees to your shoulders, effectively trapping you in a once again, this time in a mating press, before he leans in and whispers “Cum for me, pretty girl”, while speeding up and deepening his thrusts, the filthiest grunts and praises leaving his pretty lips. Moans and whimpers leaving your own. “Hngh- Hah, I love those sounds, make more princess.”

A/N: omg? me updating so soon? once in a LIFE TIME, im sorry i think this chapter kinda sucks, forgive me </3, anyway some of you were wondering how my nipple piercing went, and it went fantastic! I really love them and im glad it went well lmao, anyway PLEASEEE send me requests, it can be smut or anything!! holy shit i forgot about the taglist too im just remembering, ill bring it back for next chapter <33 Love you guys, thank you for the support and reading!