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i just think ran has a thing for your legs

more specifically he would looove to adorn your ankle in a dainty gold anklet. its subtle but his own little version of a collar

loves it even more when it dangles right on his shoulder when hes pressing you in half and drilling the life out of you

ran always makes you feel his presence

youre sat at his side, the feeling of plush velvet beneath you, as your boyfriend and renowned nightclub owner is talking to a business partner but his hand has not left your thigh since youve all sat. the place where it meets your skin beginning to feel like a hot weight from how long its rested there. every now and then he'll rub soothing circles into you; a little reminder that hes right there

♡ NSFW Tokyo Revengers (18+) (MDNI)

One Shots

Riding Hanma Shuji's Thigh - Hanma x fem!reader | smut

Stargirl Interlude - Haitani Brother's x fem!reader | smut | DC

Series

Perfect Storm - Sanzu x fem!reader | enemies to lovers | smut, fluff and a small amount of angst

Blurbs

Satisfy - Rindou x fem!reader | smut

Silver Glint - Multiple Character x fem!reader | smut | porn w/o plot

Carpooling with Hanma

Hanma turns to look at you as the speakers are blasting and you're singing at the top of your lungs, eyes closed, hands in the air and hair swishing in the wind. He swore he fell in love with you all over again.

Content Warning: making out, thigh grabbing, marriage mentions, love sick Hanma, he may be a bit ooc but in my delusions hes very in love with me

Spotify Playlist: Hanma's carpool karaoke

Hanma has a headache. A big one and it is YOUR fault. He should've known that it was a mistake when you asked him to go for a “drive around”. At first it was pleasant and he was actually having a good time in the comfortable silence, windows rolled down and warm breeze hitting his face. Quiet peaceful moments like these with you, he cherished due to his violent chaotic life. It was quiet and peaceful till he noticed you resting your chin in your hand, looking out the window, and pouting. “What's wrong doll?” he questioned, looking at you, concerned. He turned back to look at the road ahead when you glanced at him and whined out, “Shuu, I'm so bored!” He scrunched his face in confusion and asked again, “You're the one who wanted to go for a ride, was that an excuse for me to get you something to eat?” He blinked at you smirking, as if he had figured you all out which only served to irritate you more. “NO! Can a girl not hang out with her boyfriend?” you crossed your arms over your chest defensively which made you look even more suspicious. Hanma raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, “yeah sure”. He said snorting. You turned to him and gasped, arms still crossed and staring at him with betrayal in your eyes. Your dramatic reaction only made him laugh more. You tried your best at hiding the smile that was creeping its way to your face, but you just couldn't, you laughed along with him. It was hard not to laugh with the funniest person you know. His laughter died down as did yours when he pulled into an empty parking lot. Hanma put the car into park and swiveled his eyes to admire you. You both stared into each other's eyes till his eyes met your smiling lips. His face crept closer to yours and he gave a peck to your lips, then another, until eventually he just grabbed the back of your neck and brought you into a deep kiss. With his other hand he grabbed your thigh and squeezed. You giggled into the kiss at his neediness and he pulled away lips swollen, hair messy, eyes glossed over and looking at you so love sickeningly sweet. The sight of him staring at you made butterflies burst in your stomach and you looked away blushing. “Stop staring at me Hanma”. “Oh now you're shy? And what happened to ‘Shuu~’” he mocked you, laughing. You turned to him and gave him the dirtiest look you could muster up. He let out a quiet giggle and started up the car once again. “Well, Hanma, I'm gonna blast my music and I don't wanna hear any complaints from you”. At this threat he took one of his hands off the steering wheel and used his fingers to squeeze your cheeks and pucker your lips. “Enjoy your music doll”. He sighed out, taking his hand away. Now he's almost an hour into your playlist, still driving without a destination, head pounding due to the very very loud music and you next to him yelling the lyrics. He takes a deep breath and smiles. He glances at you and the realization dawns upon him that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you someday. He brings his attention back to the road and blushes at the thought of marrying you someday.

a/n: if hanma was real, i think me and him would get along. our personalities are similar in a lot of ways

Riding Hanma Shuji's Thigh

Content Warnings: Thigh riding hanma's thighs (im drooling out of not one, but two holes), hanma scares reader in the beginning, he's only wearing a towel, LOTS of teasing from him, and dirty talk

a/n: THIS IS MY FIRST EVER TIME WRITING SMUT, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND FEEDBACK IS WELCOME!

You whistled to yourself as you walked into Hanma’s apartment, arms packed with groceries. Unlocking the door, you stepped through the entrance, confused as to why Hanma wasn't there to greet you and help with the bags, when you heard the shower water stop running. You realized your boyfriend was getting ready to take you both out to your reservation for your get-together with his friends tonight. Excited to finally meet his close childhood friends, you squealed and quickly rushed to put away the rest of the groceries. What you didn't notice was scheming Hanma, who was still dripping wet, free from his shower standing with only a loosely tied towel wrapped around his lower hips watching you with your back turned to him going back and forth between unpackaging the groceries and putting them away. Hanma Shuji, your menace of a boyfriend who likes to punch people's teeth in for fun, decided it would be a good idea to scare you, with a towel wrapped dangerously low on his waist. He snuck up behind you as quietly as he could and shoved his hands under your (his) shirt. Hanma grabbed at your waist and started tickling any part of your exposed skin he could get his fingers on. It all happened in the split of a second. The sudden attack had you shrieking as you tried to escape when you felt him laugh behind you, trying to hold you steady. “HANMA SHUJI '' you yelled his name for scaring you so badly.

Now he's laughing behind you, throwing his head back whilst still having his arms tightly holding you in place, it was only then when you turned around, back pressed to his chest did you realize that he was wearing nothing but a towel.You pulled away from his grasp in shock. Sure, you had seen him naked before, he was your boyfriend after all,  but this was different. This was different because you had never really taken the time to stare at Hanma’s sculpted body, always being too shy and denying it when he teased you for staring. However, this time around, you couldn't help it, he looked so tempting in the lighting of the dimly lit kitchen. Your eyes studied his neck first where you watched his adam's apple bob in his throat, then to his broad, built shoulders where you could see small healed over scratch marks going up and down his upper arm, hinting at what you two had done a few nights prior. The thought had you inhaling a sharp breath and squeezing your thighs together, as if it would help the growing heat in your core. Your eyes met his long torso next and his sculpted abs had you grow needier by the second. Your sights were trailing lower and lower down his torso till you reached his-

“ahem”. You hadnt realized what you were doing till Hanma cleared his throat. You had shot your eyes up to meet his seductive gaze. Hanma had watched you gawk at him and it made pride swell in his chest, he was feeling powerful, but you were slowly driving him crazy with all this staring. When he noticed your breath hitch and your thighs squeeze together, the lower your eyes went, it drove him insane. That flipped a switch inside of him. He needed you, now.

When he called out to you, you had shot your head up in embarrassment, knowing clearly he would never let you live this down. You quickly turned your back to him once more, covering your face with your hands while timidly mumbling to him about ‘getting dressed’ and how its ‘inappropriate to walk around like that’. He only laughed this off, knowing you were trying your very hardest to find an excuse for staring.

Hanma calls out to you once more voice rasping, “Doll, if you wanna stare, then stare, but dont back down. You know how much I love a challenge” he steps closer to you, turns your body to face him, and grabs your chin with one hand, the other on your waist, continuing to speak with that specific playful lilt to his voice, inching closer to your lips, “you wanna know what i love more, doll? Putting you in your place”. He smashes his lips against yours fervently, teeth clashing, biting on your bottom lip. He slowly inches his knee between your legs and places both of his hands on your waist to grind you down on his bare leg. The pressure of his leg on your clit and the constant grinding between the layers of clothing you have on have you whimpering into the messy kiss. Back and forth he grinds your hips roughly against his leg. You pull away from the kiss for air to breathe when its sucked right out of you because he bites down on your neck. Hard. “f-fuck— too much, ‘s too much please- Sh-Shuji”, God, hearing you so needy and vulnerable really does something to him. “Yeah? Using your words now baby? He goes to plant wet hickies down your throat which only pushes you closer to the peak. Hanma can feel how painfully hard hes getting under the thin towel, he could cum untouched watching you writhe in pleasure, not that he would ever admit that to you. He brings one of his hands to shove it underneath your shirt to rub at your perked nipples. You roll your eyes to the back of your head, scratch at his shoulders and let out a silent scream as you're thrown over the peak. Hanma inspects your face closely while you're cumming, effectively drenching your underwear and his leg. He continues to rut your hips to let you ride out your orgasm, as your bucking them up yourself due to the euphoric feeling. Your vision is blurry and you're catching your breath when he throws you over his shoulder and walks into the bedroom, quickly undressing you. “My turn”. Hanma and you didnt make your dinner reservations that night, leaving the rest to wonder where you were.

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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Next- Chapter One: Rough Beginnings

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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Next- Chapter Two: Klutz

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

TagList: @gojoscumslut , @farrlord , @bontensbabygirl

Tokyo Revenger's Playlist's

a/n: my favorite past time is to feed my delusions with scenarios from the songs i have on my playlists fr 😍, thank you for the support btw <3!!

☒ written fanfic (check masterlist) ☽ ☐ not written yet (check back soon) ☼

Hanma's Carpool Karaoke | ☒

Rindou has a Crush on you | ☐

Watching Ran Die | ☒

Suicide with Mikey | ☐

Loving and Dying with Izana | ☐

Pranking Draken with Mikey | ☐

Rindou's far too in Love with you | ☐

Late Summer Nights on Shinichiro's Motorcycle | ☐

Chaotic Moments with Bonten | ☐

Night Dates with Ran | ☐

Making Kakucho Smile like an Idiot | ☐

Enemies to Lovers with Baji Keisuke | ☐ (WIP)

Escaping with Kazutora | ☐

Belonging to the Haitani's | ☒

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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Next- Chapter Three: Trapped with Truth and Dare

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!

THE FUCKING SCREAM I SCRUMPT!!!!!!! THIS IS SO HOT IM LOSING MY MIND!!!!!!!11111

High Stakes| Ran H.

Includes| secret agent! Ran Haitani x secret agent! Reader

Warnings| fem! reader, violence, murder, mentioned gambling, implied harassment, guns, mirror sex, dry humping, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, choking, creampie, dirty talk, multiple orgasms.

Notes| mwah! another repost.

Ran is making plans to return to the Bloody Lotus when he’s not working. Bright eyes scan the clientele, and fingers drum the side of his glass, he decides he likes the energy. Rich people are always eager to spend their earnings, to show off their pregnant coin purses and boast about investments and returns and how they’ve recently deprived the world of another useless piece of art that costs more than it has any right to. Rich people paired with alcohol makes this place a breeding ground for ‘Too Much Information’. Ran affectionately calls it TMI, and it’s the reason he’s here tonight. To collect some of that.

When he returns though, when he’s off the clock, he’ll be here for the pretty call girls and the lacquered cards that are screaming his name. Absently he raises his glass to his lips. Tonight he is not Ran Haitani, Agent 001. Tonight he is simply Ran Haitani, one of Japan’s most eligible bachelors, and a potential investor in whatever business venture Izana Kurokawa has cooked up.

He glances around the lobby, careful not to make eye contact with you as the balding man’s hand snags on the exposed flesh of your upper thigh. Ran’s grip on his glass tightens reflexively. He reminds himself that if he kills Lorano now they’re fucked and you would’ve been groped for no reason. He remains quiet, pretending to take in the brightly lit room with its marbled floor and high ceiling.

To his left is the entrance to the VIP section where he’s currently perched at the bar. It’s a pair of glass doors flanked on either side by two large men dressed to the nines but sporting firearms. Through the glass, he can see regular patrons, the upper-middle-class dressed in their best and whispering to each other over glasses of overpriced champagne. Some are gambling their way down the social ladder without really paying any attention to it.

To his right is the entrance to Izana’s private quarters. Well, for the most part. To his right actually stands a set of hand-carved mahogany double doors. Those doors don’t lead anywhere. Behind them is an elevator leading to the rooftop of this fine establishment and the only true way to access Izana’s quarters is from the rooftop entrance. A little way off from those doors is a simple nondescript door that leads to the stairwell on the inside of the building. The stairwell gets as high as the private rooms of Izana’s friends. If all went well Ran would be on that floor within the hour.

He’s brought out of his reverie when you warble spilling a little of the drink in your tray onto Lorano. He’s impressed by your ability to mold into any character as he listens through the earpiece. You lay on a faux Italian accent, as you scramble to apologize that immediately has Lorano perking up, and Ran has to sip from his glass to cover his disgust when one of the buttons on the man’s shirt pops open at the movement.

Izana dresses his female employees in the most ridiculous things. Tonight’s number is a sheer black leotard, the front covered in some sort of stitched design that just barely covers your breasts, the back so low it dips beneath the band of the too-tight, too-short black skirt paired with it. The shoes are strappy and wound all the way up to above your knee. The heel and platform are so high that Ran winces internally as he watches the ease with which some of these girls can maneuver the tables and crowd in them.

He’s whispering to you in rapid-fire Italian, things Ran wishes he didn’t understand, promises to treat you right, questions about how long you’ll be working for. His grubby hands trail down to your thigh when you bend across him to replace his drink and even from this distance Ran can see the way your fingers on the tray flex.

An irrational amount of pride swells in his gut when your smile doesn’t even waiver, and for a second he’s so transfixed he almost doesn’t hear when one of Lorano’s lackeys bends into his other ear to let him know Izana was ready for him. Ran’s heart slows, his eyes locking with yours as he starts moving. Based on Wakasa’s intel Izana’s meetings are held on the roof, and there should be a viewing room on that floor. Only one elevator goes to that floor and it requires either Izana’s Identification card or the code, a code only he knows. Ran subtly adjusts the face of his watch, a beautiful Patek Phillipe piece he’d paid Inui out of pocket to have modified. He chuckles when he reaches the door of the stairwell and Wakasa’s voice filters through his ear.

“I think I threw up in my mouth a little when Lorano asked if she eats ass,” Ran can hear Wakasa’s shudder. He uses the knuckle on his index to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, activating the screen on the camera on the left screen. “Take a step back Ran, need to see the entire door.” Ran shuffles back feigning glancing at the floor in front of the door and then back up. “Thank you,” Wakasa says, and Ran fidgets as he begins to count down in his head. “You ready big guy? You have thirty seconds to climb three flights of stairs before the camera’s auto-reboot.”

Ran glances to his left and right quickly before nodding. “Go.”

He doesn’t even register the door slamming behind him as he flies up the stairs. He’s mastered the art of running in suits at this point. His chain lifts with his movements until finally, he catches the pendant between his teeth to stop it. He uses the rail to hoist himself up, taking the stairs four at a time until the leather sole of his shoe lands on the dark marble of the top floor. He skids a little, catching himself on the wall. “Twenty-six seconds,” Wakasa tells him. “Not bad.”

Ran chuckles. “You talk too much Wakasa. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“You,” Wakasa retorts. “Every time we work together.”

“Lorano’s on his way up,” your voice interrupts them both. “And I’m coming with him.”

Ran tenses. “That was not part of the fucking plan,” he says as he stalks the length of the hall. He passes his room, heading for the elevator. He watches as the numbers change.

“Yeah but it’s smarter than the original,” Wakasa admits. “If she gets up there Izana’ll send her back down because employees aren’t allowed on that floor. Which means she’ll control the elevator.”

Ran curses, because Wakasa’s right. “Fuck.” He watches as the elevator gets to the top floor and then ten minutes later he watches as it begins its descent. The impromptu change works and Ran finds himself face to face with you not thirty seconds later.

“Camera’s are down,” Wakasa announces. “Double-loop so it looks like she came off the elevator. Shouldn’t have any issues if no one is standing at the elevator doors.”

And no one is standing there. In fact, getting into the viewing area is too easy, not only that but they find that it’s not just a viewing area. Ran takes a good scan of the room following Wakasa’s instructions until they land on a row of computers and Wakasa almost moans in both your ears. It’s the central command.

“I despise Izana Kurokawa,” he hisses. “I hope he knows I’m praying for his downfall. Specifically, because this setup is so beautiful he doesn’t deserve it.”

Ran glances at you out of the corner of his eye and almost swallows his tongue when he finds you squatting at one of the outlets. Your ass stretches the material of the skirt and Ran has to force himself to look away as you get on your knees to press the switch. One of the older computers lights up next to Ran and Wakasa honest-to-gods giggles.

“Ran, plug the flash drive in there,” Wakasa instructs. “Turn it on and where is my beautiful little amateur hacker. Get your ass over here.”

Ran tunes in to the conversation between Izana and Lorano, looking out through the glass at them from his spot. Izana as always is dressed in some elaborate get up, his second in command stands to his left his arms folded and the disgust in his expression clear as he looks at Lorano.

“It’s quite simple,” Izana is saying. “You join me, I get control of your men, I pay you to speak when spoken to.”

Lorano looks torn. “It’s not that simple, my men will not respect me anymore,” he tries to explain.

“Lorano,” Izana coos. “Your men don’t pay you. Your men are ungrateful pigs. Your men are incompetent criminals. Your men are failures as men. Their respect for you isn’t worth hot shit even if it came from a god.” Izana’s men laugh and Ran winces at the shade of red Lorano turns. “Think about the respect you’ll earn from the rest of Japan when they find you’re associated with me.”

This seems to give Lorano pause and Ran scoffs. He wonders what Izana might have offered him if he planned to stick around long enough to hear.

“How much are you offering?” Lorano finally says.

“I’m offering you a salary,” Izana says slowly, in case Lorano misunderstood. “Not a percentage cut of the shit I make.”

Lorano swallows, and the microchip in the collar of his shirt picks up the sound extra loudly. Ran almost gags. “How much?”

“Five hundred thousand dollars a month,” Izana says and Ran is appalled at the way Lorano immediately agrees. He wonders if Lorano knows that he’s signing this document in his blood. And just as Ran expected when Izana verifies that Lorano has in fact signed over his properties and his men he opens his palm and Ran shifts when a gun is placed in it. “It was great doing business with you,” Izana frowns and Lorano doesn’t have time to scream before the gun goes off and his pudgy body is falling face first into his dinner, blood mixing with the delicacies on the plate. Ran’s thoughts are interrupted by Wakasa’s curse.

“What?” he snaps turning back to where you’re tapping away at the computer screen.

“You’ve got company,” Wakasa says quickly. “Fuck. Two incoming looks like Izana’s personal guard and the Head of Security.”

Ran’s head snaps to the door when he hears the telltale sounds of footsteps coming down the corridor. “How much longer, angel?”

You tap away at the keyboard rapidly. “We’re at 87%,” you scramble to type faster but Ran’s already dragging you away from the desk. “What the fuck are you—”

“You can punch me in the face afterward,” he whispers quickly. And then he’s kissing you. Tentatively at first, just a soft brushing of his lips that immediately has you relaxing in his hold. One large hand cups your face to angle your head better and the other dips into the base of your spine, curling you closer to him. His fingertips are warm as they trail the length of your spine. Goosebumps erupt on your skin and you shudder, your nipples pebbling in the thin material at the contact. You’re frozen, struck dumb by the gentleness of his kiss, eyes wide open so you see the way long lashes brush the tops of his cheeks.

Ran pulls back just far enough to growl against your mouth. “Kiss me back, angel.” And then he’s running the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip and they’re parting to let him in. His tongue is eager and warm and so soft as it brushes confidently at yours that your toes curl.

Your body presses closer to his, your hands winding around his shoulders as you kiss him back. It’s the consent he needed. The kiss grows intense, Ran’s tongue dipping farther, his head slanting to deepen the kiss. You’re suddenly reminded of your lack of underwear when Ran’s hand comes up to grasp the back of your head, the one cupping your face drops to your thigh as he backs you into the desk. He hoists you onto the surface easily, your body displacing the keyboard, and stack of papers next to it. His grip on your thigh slips to the back of your knee and he hikes it up around his waist, to slot himself between your legs, bending you back a little so you’re propped against the monitor.

“Fuck,” he groans when your fingers tangle in his hair. You tug his head back harshly, desperation making your movements a little rough as you press sloppy, lipstick stain kisses along the side of his neck and the column of his throat. You wonder if he’s wanted to do this as bad as you have. If he’s ever lost sleep thinking about the contours of your body the way you have. Or imagined the softness of your lips, the taste of your mouth, the feel of your hands on him. Because you’ve spent countless nights with your fingers between the folds of your pussy, rubbing circles into your clit imagining they’re Ran Haitani’s fingers or his tongue. Many nights with your dildo pumping furiously into you imagining it’s Ran Haitani’s cock molding and shaping your insides for him.

The guards are forgotten as Ran presses the length of his body to yours. The hard outline of his cock rubs into the damp crotch of your leotard when you finally bring your lips back to his. Your kissing becomes frantic and sloppy. Ran devours your mouth, fucking it with his tongue in a way you know he’d easily replicate in your cunt. Your body bucks when his fingers climb your thigh, his knuckles rubbing the sensitive skin as it inches higher. You moan into his mouth and Ran’s responding chuckle sends chills down your spine.

“Bet you’ve soaked through this flimsy thing,” he mumbles, lips not pulling away far enough for you to focus on his features. His kisses move from your lips down to your neck and throat. “Probably got a messy little pussy.”

You whine, arching as though you can get any closer than you already are. Your fingers catch in his jacket as you try to push them off his shoulders. Ran eases back just enough to free his arms, dropping the jacket next to you as he resumes his previous position. You get a glimpse of how well he fills out the silk shirt beneath and realize this isn’t enough. You want to feel his skin, you want to rake your nails down his back and mark him with your teeth. Just as you think this Ran’s teeth latch onto the erogenous area where your neck and shoulders meet. Your moan is absolutely wanton. You feel him shudder in your arms as he reaches for the strap of the onesie and rips it down your arm freeing one of your breasts for his hungry mouth. It’s only as you toss your head back, lips parted on a sigh at the gentle sucking of Ran’s mouth on your nipple, to give him better access to your body, that you see the two men in the doorway.

Your squeak of surprise is genuine as your hand scrambles to clutch Ran’s shoulders. The sound seems to snap both men out of their stupor and you watch as they straighten to their full height. Your mind clears quickly, embarrassment sinking like lead in the pit of your stomach at your actions. Ran’s grin is lazy, almost natural as he glances over his shoulder, you’re grateful for the width of him as he angles his body to block out whatever view they might’ve had of you. One of Ran’s hands still clutches your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles as though he knows you’re struggling to get it together.

“Gentlemen?” Ran’s smile falters perfectly, even the breathless hitch in his tone is staged. It feels like a bucket of ice water has been doused on you. Of course. Of course, none of this was real. He’d just saved both your asses. You wonder if he knows you weren’t acting. You tense in his arms and his grip on your waist tightens. “Can we help you?”

“You’re not supposed to be up here,” the shorter one says. Even from here, you can tell he’s the scarier and more than likely Izana’s head of security. Bleached buzzcut with parallel strips of his natural hair color running from the corners of his hairline back. You might’ve giggled at the fact that he resembled a tennis ball if he didn’t pull his gun. His eyes narrow when Ran frowns and glances at you.

“Sorry? Is this not the guest floor?” Ran’s confusion is so convincing you almost don’t feel when he slips the flash drive up your thighs. It takes all of your self-control not to react as his fingers dip into the sticky mess between your thighs and slide the flash drive flat across the crotch of the leotard. Your hand snaps out to clutch his arm and he chuckles. “She’s a needy thing,” he shrugs. “Couldn’t quite make it to my room.”

The taller one adjusts his glasses and steps into the room and Tennis ball follows him. “How’d you get up here, Mr. Haitani?”

Ran blinks at him like he’s stupid. “The elevator?” You squirm in his arms, playing your part as the brainless, shy employee, who’ll probably get in trouble for fraternizing with one of Izana’s VIP guests. Ran straightens to his full height, fixing the straps of your onesie and closing your legs as he turns to face both men. He stands a little shorter than the one with the glasses but he’s broader and you know that if this comes down to a fight you could take the taller one while Ran takes the other. “What’s really going on here? Have I done something wrong?” His tone is carefully accusing.

Glasses sighs through his nose. He knows there’s no way Ran should’ve gotten to this floor undetected but starting a fight with one of Izana’s friends is the last thing he needs to do right now. “This floor is off-limits to guests. They lead to Mr. Kurokawa’s private rooms.”

Ran’s expression morphs into a perfect mask of embarrassment and regret. You hope the horror in your expression as you clamber to your feet, swaying a little in your heels is convincing. “Ah, sorry,” he says, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “Got a little distracted,” he motions with his thumb to you over his shoulder and you look away. “We can move.”

He reaches for his jacket when Tennis ball chips in. “Wait a minute,” he says, slipping his gun back into the holster. “You’re not leaving until we search you.”

Ran bristles as they expect him to, head jerking back like he’s been slapped. His jaw clenches, fingers flexing. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I said Mr. Haitani,” Tennis ball snatches Ran’s jacket and passes it to Glasses who begins to rummage through the pockets. “Spread your legs for me.” Ran tenses but does as he’s told.

The flash drive feels like it’s weighing you down as Ran gets the all-clear and Glasses starts toward you. “Seriously?” Ran scoffs. “She’s half-naked, where the fuck would she hide anything?”

That seems to give both men pause. You make sure to shudder for good measure as they step aside. Ran grabs your arm glaring at both men as he drapes his jacket over your shoulders and guides you out of the room. Glasses follows after you, making a quick call for someone to send the elevator down before taking you both down to the VIP floor. “This is you,” he says nodding at Ran as he leads you out of the elevator.

Ran takes you to his room and as soon as the doors are closed you shrug off his jacket. Your heart is pounding in your chest. That could’ve gone horribly. Your hands are trembling as you wobble over to the spacious bathroom.

“You still make the prettiest sounds,” Wakasa’s voice comes over the earpiece, and you yelp, stumbling back and almost falling onto your ass. In the midst of everything it seems you’d both forgotten about Wakasa. “Didn’t mean to startle you,” he says gently. “Just thought you should know. They’re the still prettiest I’ve ever heard.”

“Wakasa,” you hiss. “Can Ran-

“He can’t,” Wakasa reassures you. “I muted us. I’m gonna take these off until you’re out of this room. In case, you want to finish what you started.” You open your mouth to argue that you were just trying to save your asses when Wakasa continues. “And before you tell me you were just trying to stay alive try to remember how well I know you.”

There’s a distinct click and you know Wakasa can no longer hear you. A tentative knock sounds on the door and Ran’s voice carries through the wood. “You good in there?” He asks. “We got what we came for, we can leave.”

His comment reminds you of his earlier actions and you immediately reach between your thighs and pull the slippery flash drive free, yank open the door and slap it against his chest. “Yeah,” you say giddily. “I’m about ready to go.” And then you haul your fist back and slam it into his nose. “Do not ever do some shit like that again,” you snap. “Next time we fucking kill them.”

Ran’s eyes darken, as he clutches his nose. It’s not broken but it hurts like a motherfucker and he’s not at all surprised when he inhales and it burns. His eyes water as he glares at you incredulously. “You’re not serious.”

“Deathly,” you say, releasing the flash drive so he has to scramble to catch it. It’s soaked in your arousal, the scent heady as he clutches it. You poke him in the chest. “If you ever, ever touch me like that again I’ll fucking kill you.”

Silence envelopes you for a few seconds and then Ran chuckles. You’re about to snap at him again when his hand wraps around your throat. “You’re so transparent,” he smirks. “I bet you’re not even mad I touched you.” He squeezes your throat, backing you into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. “You’re probably mad because we were interrupted,” he drops the flash drive on the counter. “Mad that you didn’t get to cum.” He’s slowly cutting off the blood flow to your head, his fingers pressing into the blood vessels on either side of your neck. “Wanted me to clean up the mess I made of your pussy?”

His free arm wraps around your waist and lifts you onto the counter, your hands immediately reach for the wrist of the hand around your throat, your nails dig into the soft flesh as he scoots back onto the counter and spreads your legs to make room for him. You’re dizzy by the time his grip loosens. “Answer me,” his voice softens to just above a whisper, his finger massaging your neck gently. “Do you want me to clean up the mess I made, angel? Is that what this is about?”

You almost shake your head but Ran gives you a look. Like he’ll know if you’re lying. Like you’d be an idiot to pass up this opportunity. So you nod, swallowing when he flashes you a beautiful smile. “Yeah? But I need to hear you say it,” he breathes. “Say ‘Please eat my pussy Ran’. Go on.”

His hand has reached your jaw and his thumb is rubbing distracting little circles into the side of your bottom lip as you repeat after him. A not of breathlessness in your voice. “Please- please eat my pussy Ran.”

His groan as he leans forward to kiss the spot he’d been rubbing has your heart rate increasing, the organ beating wildly at his words. “You don’t know how badly I need to taste you.” He drops to his knees, careful to work your feet out of your heels before he kisses the inside of one ankle and then your calf that he massages and then the inside of your knee and then the fat of your thighs until he’s propping that foot on the edge of the counter and then he does the same to the other. Showering them in kisses, massaging them until they’re jelly and then he’s easing your skirt over your thighs. Working it down to your ankles and discarding it next to him on the floor. He’s almost reverent. The way he treats your body, and it makes sense. Because it feels a lot like he’s worshipping you.

He takes a moment to take you in. The leotard is cut higher than he’d initially expected and he almost salivates as he watches you bring your legs back up to the counter, butterflying them open for him. An entire lip of your pussy has escaped the scrap of material that should be covering it. He can’t help himself when he leans forward to suck the poor flesh into his mouth. And the sound he makes when he finally gets your taste on his tongue makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. One hand wraps loosely around an ankle as he shuffles closer, his nose brushing into your cunt as he pulls back with a wet smack only to latch onto the ruined material between your thighs. His other hand rests in the juncture of your thigh, his thumb pulling apart your pussy. “Look how fucking pretty that is,” he whispers to himself, as strings of arousal stretch and snap each time he repeats the movement. “Fucking hell.”

You reach for his head, fingers sinking into his hair to tug him closer. “Fuck,” you whine. “Ran!” Your body bows when he pushes the material to the side and properly buries his tongue into your cunt. He fucks you with it like you imagine he’d fuck you with his cock. His head bobbing, nose bumping into your clit. He groans again at the rush of liquid that floods his mouth as you squirm.

Ran’s hands press your legs a little wider when he pulls back to spit on your cunt. He watches, eyes wide, lips parted and glistening with your arousal as the spit drips down to your entrance. He drops his head between your legs again just give your clit a soft kiss. He chuckles when you whine his name, your hold on him slackening when he dips the index of one finger into your cunt. Your body swallows him eagerly, your walls squeezing around the digit. He removes it to add another two to it, his brows furrowing as he watches the way your cunt struggles to take those three fingers. “Shit and you’re so fucking tight,” he groans.

You squeal when he stands, fingers still buried in your pussy, to kiss you. He swallows every little noise you make, every whine and gasp as he works your cunt open diligently. Maybe if you weren’t so distracted you might’ve questioned why he’d need to stretch you out this well. But you’re cumming with a soft keen of his name, shuddering in his arms as he fucks you through it. The sound your pussy makes when Ran finally pulls his fingers free makes you burn with embarrassment but the way he casually stuffs those fingers into his mouth, lids fluttering at your taste. He strips with one hand, dragging his silk shirt off and quickly undoing his belt buckle.

By the time his cock springs free you’ve wiggled your way out of the last piece of clothing and you’re dizzy with anticipation. Your first reaction is apprehension. Ran’s cock is thick and heavy, the weight enough to have it hanging between his thighs. He’s also a little longer than average with a fat mushroomed head. Your second reaction is desperation. Imagining the stretch of your pussy to accommodate his cock has you shuffling to the edge of the counter, eyes wide as you reach for his cock to rest it against your cunt.

“Shit,” Ran hisses when his cock makes contact with the slick lips of your pussy. He’s bucking his hips almost instinctively, one hand pressing his cock in place as he fucks your pussy lips steadily. And the picture Ran Haitani makes drunk on you before he’s even slid his cock inside you is enough to have your eyes watering. He’s beautiful. His hair in disarray, sticking to his forehead and standing askew from your hands, his lips swollen from your kisses, his skin flushed from his cheeks to his chest, and his eyes. Hooded and bright with an emotion you cannot identify.

You’re so distracted by him that you don’t register he’s shifted his cock down to your entrance until the head of his cock squeeze into your hole and you choke on a gasp. Ran kisses you then, a slow, deep affair that wipes your mind of any coherent thought. Your stomach flip flops when he pulls you closer to him, wrapping your legs around his body as he wraps his arms around you. The position is so intimate something pangs inside you. Every lap of Ran’s tongue coincides with an inch he’s fucked into you. You’re shaking when you feel his hips bump into your thighs and he’s still not stopped kissing you.

He fucks you there, in short strokes that rubs the head of his cock into your g spot. Kissing you until you can’t breathe and then barely giving you time to catch your breath as he proceeds to tell you about how good you feel. ‘Never felt a pussy like yours angel’, ‘’m never leaving you alone’, ‘’s my pussy now, the best pussy’, ‘tell me it’s mine, tell me it’s my pussy, please’. They’re a mix between a whine and a growl as he begs and grunts and threatens your life and the life of every other man you’ve fucked. It’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever encountered and your body agrees. When your orgasm slams into you you have to drag your lips away from Ran to scream. A garbled mix of his name and thanks, as he fucks you through it, his pace faltering, his hips stuttering as he chases his own high.

You’re both weak in the knees by the time Ran pulls out of you. The silence isn’t awkward as you clean each other up. “So my pussy is your huh?” you say later as you’re waiting in the conference hall for Wakasa and the rest of the team.

“Yeah,” he answers without missing a beat, expression brightening when he catches your smile. “And I really will kill you if you try anything stupid.”

Your smile falls. “What?”

“A bullet right between your eyes,” he holds up finger guns aiming one between your brows. “Pop. Pop,” he chuckles. “I dare you to act dumb.”

You can only swallow around the mounting arousal in your gut because you think you’ve known him long enough to know when he’s bluffing. And based no the slightly crazed look in his eye as Wakasa enters the room you know this is not one of those times.

BESTIE IM STILL WAITING FOR CHP 4 OF PERFECT OMG -sanzu's katana

ITS A WIP MY LUV I SWEAR!!!! IM SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE, LIFE GOT IN THE WAY!!! I POSTED AN EXTRA LONG SMUT AS AN APOLOGY POOKIE <3

please dont us wait another year for chp 4 of perfect storm- i mean take ur time obv but a YEAR!?

ITS MY DUTY TO MAKE YALL NOT WAIT A YEAR! ITS A WIP DEAR SASSY ASS ANON!!! I promise it will see the light of day soon!! for now I just posted a long smut with the haitani brothers as a form of apology!

UPDATE!!!!

my computer broke and I lost all my files 😞, I had a few chapters of perfect storm on there that are now gone and I'm so upset, but!! I'm saving up for a new one, I'll start updating again soon. As an apology I'm working on a very freaky and nasty fic in honor of season 4 of Tokyo Rev getting animated! Luv u all!!

hey could you do some headcanons plus a little drabble about being bonten!haitani brothers little sister who's in her 3rd year of high-school??

mayhe she drops by to bonten headquarters sometimes when no one is at home and itd be so funny if she was also a raging feminist and talking back to her brothers (and maybe even the other members) if they make any sketchy comments (probably abt the prostitutes in bonten)

Aw Heck yeah I'll do this!

BUT!!! Please keep in mind that I never really watched tokyo revengers, so please bear with me. Anyways I'll try my best!!!

The feminine Haitani Feminist

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Scenario: You are Rika Haitani, the youngest sister of the Haitani, already in your third and hopeflully last year of high-school. Since you know of your two elder brothers daily activities, you visit them at their meeting with Bonten to scold them for not eating with you.

To say that you were angry was an understatement.

You were fuming at the sight of the dusty and dirty apartment you asked your brothers to clean up before leaving for school, but they never listened. Now, as you were heating up the soup you cooked the day prior to eat with your brothers, you called Ran.

"Hello, my sweet sister-" "Do you have any idea how fucking angry I am right now?! I told you guys to clean our home and you and Rindou just up and left!"

"Okay Rika, let's talk about that a little later-" "No, I'm coming over. I know that you two didn't eat shit the moment I left the house."

And after hanging up on him saying something mid-sentence, you turned off the stove and put the soup in metall containers and locking them securely.

It took you a while to get there but you could already make out the many familiar faces of the girls and women working there, and you greeted them all with a smile, but in your head you frowned.

They were doing a dirty job for even dirtier men.

As you knocked on one of the doors you frequented where your brothers were often in meetings, you opened the door after a silent "come in".

And as you were holding the two containers, you saw your two brothers, your frown deepening and Ran giving you uneasy smiles. Rindou frowned right back at you before looking back and forth between you and his older brother. "Rika, what brings you here?", the middle sibling asked dumbfounded, making you look at him.

It seemed like you didn't even aknowledge the other members' existence, because Mikey was looking at the scene unfolding him with a poker face and even though he might have gotten more depressed over the years, he didn't loose his love for drama, even if it was sibling bickering. It was something he couldn't have anymore. So he always watched with slight fondness and longing instead of interfering.

Haruchiyo Sanzu, Mikey's right hand man as he always dreamt, was looking at you with bewilderment, you interrupted his "king", after all. But seeing the man next to him look at you with something like...fondness? on his face, so Sanzu didn't dare to say anything, fearing that he'd get an angry Mikey like the time he beat up and shaved some Mikey-haters' hairs for Mikey's birthday.

"First off, I told you guys to clean up the apartment before I left for school, and second, you BOTH promised me that you'd eat lunch with me, so why didn't you guys hold your promise?!"

Kakucho was also looking at you, but with slight annoyance. 'Why was this little girl here again? And she just has to be the younger sister of the Haitani brothers, of all people'... Still, he was watching his mouth around Mikey.

"We're sorry Rika, we really didn't want to make you feel forgotten, it's just that-" "You guys were so busy talking about 'Bonten stuff' that you even forget to eat? Tell me, when was the last time you two ate something today?", you unterrupted, looking at your two elder brothers expectingly.

While the two brothers were looking in front of them in shame and you sighing in dissapointment while opening the still hot containers, Takeomi Akashi opened his mouth and letting his inferiority complex speak. "Jeez, letting yourself get belittled by your little sister sure is humiliating, huh? Why don't you tell her to shut her trap so that we can keep going with the meeting, Mikey?", his voice asked, smirking at you smugly while he stroked his ugly beard.

But, you were smiling. "Shutting my trap you say? And who are you to tell me that? Huh?", you asked, your voice bittersweet and your smile too forced. Mikey had a ghost of a smile on his lips, making Sanzu flinch and look at you in amazement.

The pink haired man didn't understand what you did to bring a smile to Mikey's lips, but he sure as hell wouldn't omplain about your sudden visits anymore.

Rindou and Ran were fuming in the meantime. "What did you just say?!", Ran asked, already standing up and Rindou was about to put on some gloves when you snickered and took one container.

"I'm just sayin', she just nags you guys around and brings you food, she might as well become a prostitute like the other women here."

Annndddd, that was the last straw.

As you walked over to him with the containers while staring at him menacingly, takeomi felt slight unease. Why was he feeling so nervous? Were you about to give him something to eat? But there is no spoon-

"AARHRGHRGRH SHIT, Fuck, You FUCKING BITCH!", he screamed as you flung the soup at him, giving him second degree burns, but your glare was ice cold.

There was a long moment off silence, when ignoring the tall man's cry of pain. Sanzu and Kakucho were glad they didn't open their mouths, and Kokonoi was looking at you with wonder in his eyes. Takeomi was at least a whole foot taller and at least ten times stronger than you, and still you had the guts to pour soup on him. You were a brave woman.

Mikey giggled and Sanzu wanted to call the ambulance upon hearing his leader laugh like a child. sanzu also might have gotten scared by your actions, unconsciously touching the scars on the corners of his mouth. Ran laughed his ass off and gasped for air while Rindou stared with an open mouth.

Meanwhile, you were putting the now empty container on the table the men were seated around at, and stepped closer to the guy who was now holding his face. "You know, I don't really like it when people talk about women like that. And do you wanna hear the fucking truth? There wouldn't be no prositutes if no man asked for it. And looking at you, talking about how I could become a prostitute -like the other women here- really makes my blood boil, y'know? Also, aren't you embarrassed for telling that a high-schooler? Let alone the younger sister of your collegues?"

Takeomi had trouble identifying you through the thick liquid threatening to also burn his eyes but when he opened on eye, he was met with a scary grimace of yours with your fist right next to it and in the next moment, he was out cold.

You sighed out before looking at Mikey and bowing in apology. "I'm sorry, Sano Manjiro, for my rude behaviour. I will take my leave now." "Stay. I hadn't had that much fun since I could last remember, Haitani. Please, make yourself comfortable."

And at that, you sat yourself down on Takeomi's stool and he got dragged away by some nameless underlings. Your brothers were giving you and their boss uneasy glances, not sure whether they should do or say something too. The other three conscious men, Kakucho, Kokonoi and Sanzu, were holding respective space from you, also swearing to not step too close to the women working in this facility.

"I'm craving Taiyaki...can someone order food?", Mikey chirped, making you giggle while you took out your phone. "Sure thing! And you two will eat too!", making your elder brothers nod eagerly.

Ran and Rindou didn't know that you could knock somebody like Takeomi out with a single punch, let alone fight.

They'd have to convince whoever was responsible for hiring women for their sinful needs should have a talk with them.

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HEY HEY HEY!!! I hope that was what you were looking for... I tried to make the characters fit their personalities as well but also not too long, because then it'd would have to be a longer story, and yeah. I also wanted Mikey to have a laugh in a while, poor baby. It was actually fun looking up the Bonten characters to be honest!

I hope I'll get more requests like these!

Read you in the next post!!!

I really like your Tokyo revengers He’s Taken scenario. What if it happened in reverse where someone told the boys that they would be a better fit for reader <3

TOKYO REVENGERS - UM, SHE'S TAKEN?

includes: manjiro "mikey" sano, hanma shuji, baji keisuke and kazutora hanemiya all include xfem!reader!

a/n: this is so late but i felt i should actually do a request for once :) and i always love me some jealous boys!

MIKEY:

The audacity of this man.

That was all Mikey could think.

Did he not know who he was? Did he not know who you were dating? The Invisible Mikey, Toman's Leader and the most handsome boy you knew?

Clearly not.

Frowning, Mikey watches with barely concealed disdain as your classmate (the one you’ve been complaining to him about for weeks now) follows you outside of the school. He couldn’t always pick you up from school with Toman business and the like, but today he’d made sure he’d be able to after you’d texted him the day before that your annoying classmate had proceeded to take his infatuation with you a step further and follow you out of school. It had taken you great convincing to get him not to ‘walk you home’ as he so eloquently put it – stalking more like it – and though you’d tried to play it off, Mikey knew how scared you were.

The second your eyes fall on Mikey making his way over to you, he sees the instant relief that floods through them. Despite everything, Mikey can't help but feel slightly smug at that, hands shoved nonchalantly in his pockets as he crosses the distance over to you.

"Y/N-channn!" He calls out, arms stretched out towards you and with a single brief glance at the boy next to you, you all but race towards him, allowing yourself to fall into his arms. Mikey hates the way he feels you shake slightly beneath his fingertips, and he throws a not-so-subtle glare the classmates way, who – as he figured – is glaring right back at him.

"Y/N," the classmate calls, and Mikey's eyes narrow at his familiarity when regarding you. "Who's this?"

You lean back from his hug, and Mikey can see you look rather annoyed at the question – clearly, you've told him this before.

"Mikey," Mikey cuts in dryly, "her boyfriend."

And he must really not know who Mikey is because he has the gall to laugh.

"Boyfriend?" Haru laughs, mockingly and loudly, head thrown back as you cast a quick glance up at Mikey in uncertainy, trying to gauge he's reaction. Truthfully, Mikey looks unphased. "I thought you were joking about that, Y/N."

And then Haru steps forward, moving towards you; "I mean, you and me make a much better–"

It happens in a flash. Suddenly, you're no longer in Mikey's arms and rather set gently behind him, Mikey’s body blocking your view as Haru's hand that was outstretched towards you is now tightly grasped in Mikey's fist. A quick glance at Haru's face, and you can tell that Mikey's grip is tight, his face twisting with pain.

"Did I forget to mention?" Mikey smiles, "I'm also the leader of Toman."

Haru's eyes widen and he looks scared–well, shitless.

Mikey's grip tightens, finding the way all colour leaves Haru's face rather amusing and the way the panic wells with pain as Mikey bends his arm to the point of just being about to break.

"Now, what was that about you and Y/N-chan being a better match?"

"I was wrong!" Haru cries, voice pitching pathetically, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

"Don't apologize to me," Mikey shrugs, "apologize to Y/N-chan for making her so uncomfortable for the past few weeks."

Slowly, Mikey takes a step back, allowing you to fall in the view of Haru again, who, near crying, falls to his knees. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

Cheeks red slightly in embarrassment, you turn to Mikey.

He lets go with ease, Haru falling to the ground with one last cry, before Mikey makes his way to you, pulling you back into his arms with a wide grin.

"Let's go eat!" Mikey calls out with a cheer, snuggling into you. "I want you to feed me!"

HANMA:

"I mean, you're no good for her."

There's a beat. One long, single beat of silence before Hanma can't hold himself back anymore and he burst into laughter.

You, whose stood next to him, looks at him in disbelief, eyes widening as Hanma all but cackles in response to Asahi's words. Asahi, to be fair, looks just a stunned, and with a frown, you step towards your boyfriend, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.

"Shuji!" You hiss, grip tightening on him.

He falls quiet at that, letting his eyes drift across you briefly, taking in the worried look in your eyes and the laughter stops at that. Hanma lets his eyes fall back on this boy, Asahi apparently, and the frown deepens – you were scared of this guy? He looked like wind might blow him over.

Besides, didn't you trust him to protect you?

A single glance back at you, and you're still throwing worried glances at Asahi, shuffled close to his side.

Guess he had something else to prove then.

"That's funny," Hanma finally speaks up, letting his eyes fall on Asahi with disinterest. "Hilarious actually." But all the humour has left his body, and Hanma simply stares back at the boy with a straight face.

Asahi falters, just slightly.

"I-I mean, you're a deliquent!" He calls out, gesturning in front of him at Hanma, before his eyes fall on you. "I mean, surely you can see that being with him will be nothing but a bad influence. If you were–"

Hanma steps in front of you, blocking you effectively from him.

"You don't get to talk to her," Hanma states rather bluntly.

Asahi turns to him, lips parting.

"You're not worthy enough to talk to her, pipsqueak. So let's keep this between you and me, huh?"

The air changes, thickens, and although you can't see it, you can practically sense as Asahi grows nervous, registering the glint in Hanma's gaze as he stares him down.

"I mean, surely, if you knew I was a... what did you say? Delinquent." Hanma snorts, "you think you'd have the brains to realize I'm not someone to mess with. And I don't take kindly to idiots like you trying to tell me who my girl should or shouldn't be with."

Hanma takes a step forward then, towering over the boy whose skin has grown pale, eyes flooding with fear as he stares up at Hanma.

"I especially don't take kindly to you scaring my girl either."

"I-I–"

Grabbing Asahi by the collar of his jacket, Asahi falls silent as Hanma pulls him up until he's standing on the tip of his toes, kicking his feet beneath him.

"But it seems I screwed up too, huh? My girl shouldn't have to be afraid because she should know I'd never let anyone touch her, let alone look at her if they made her uncomfortable."

There's a pause and Hanma's gaze grows wild as his fist slowly raises beside him, Asahi's cries of panic and pleads of mercy simply a background noise.

"So it looks like I gotta show her why."

BAJI:

"You're loud."

Well, Baji guessed he couldn't necessarily argue with that.

"You're rash."

That, too... maybe.

"You're not very smart."

Uh, ouch.

"You act without thinking. It could get Y/N hurt."

Okay, well that was just rude.

You were always Baji's top priority.

Well, that and fighting. But, still.

"I think I'd be a much better fit for her."

Baji should've figured this is where the conversation was going. Letting his eyes drift across the boy stood in front of him, he takes in the sight of his Toman uniform. He doesn't readily recognize the boy, so he's certainly not in his division.

Ballsy, he'd admit.

But stupid nonetheless.

He's probably in Mitsuya's division, Baji laughs to himself.

Well, not for much longer.

"I'll take your silence as a sign you agree with me–"

"I wouldn't jump to conclusions," Baji chuckles, grinning down widely at the boy. "What makes you think you're so great for Y/N? I know she's happy with me."

Lips parting, the boy pauses; "what?"

"You listed off all the reasons why you think I'm not a good fit for her, right?" He quirks a brow, and the boy nods. "So, tell me why you think you're a good match for her. You win, I'll break up with Y/N. And if you lose... well, needless to say." With a wide grin, Baji cracks his knuckles, baring his fists down at the boy.

The boys eyes widen, and he fumbles for a second, before he steels himself, inhaling deeply.

"Well, I'm smart, for one–"

"Wrong," Baji cuts in, "Y/N doesn't like smart guys. Why else would she have gone for me?"

Faltering, the boy shakes his head; "w-well, I'm a good cook–"

"Y/N prefers cooking herself," Baji shakes his head. "It's her passion."

Cheeks redenning, the boy rushes to add; "I-I'm! I'm strong!"

Baji just laughs; "not as strong as me. You're not even a vice captain of Toman!"

Thoroughly embarrassed, the boy hesitates, face bright red.

"Looks like you lose," Baji sings, stepping towards the boy. "I mean, if you really knew Y/N, you'd know the most important thing."

"W-What?"

"That none of that matters because she loves me!"

"You can't just–"

He never finishes what he's about to say before a fist makes contact with his cheek, knocking him off his feet and sending him straight to the ground.

Baji glances down at him with a blink.

"Strong my ass."

He makes a move toward him, before;

"Keisuke!"

Eyes lighting up, Baji spins, grinning at the sight of you. "Y/N!"

You fall in front of him, eyes flickering from the boy groaning on the ground back to him, "did you get in another fight again?"

Baji shrugs; "the guy deserved it. Not much of a fight either.”

And your eyes fall back on the boy on the ground and there's a flicker of hope where he thinks you might help but, but then after a moment you follow Baji's lead, shrugging, letting him take your hand in his before leading him off.

Guess Baji was right – you really did love him.

KAZUTORA:

"I mean, didn't you go to juvie?"

Frowning, Kazutora glares at the man, Daiki as he'd introduced himself as, in front of him. He was apparently a co-worker of yours, though Kazutora's never heard you talk about him before.

Stuck at this party your work was holding for you as a celebration for the promotion you'd received and your excellent work at the company, Kazutora had gotten a whole half hour of your time before you'd been whisked off by two woman, you offering an apologetic smile over your shoulder in response.

At the time, Kazutora hadn't minded – this night was for you after all and he wanted you to enjoy it.

Now, though? He desperately wanted to leave.

"How do you even know that?" Kazutora asks, his patience thin.

"I did some research when Y/N mentioned your name," Daiki shrugs. "Of course, when she mentioned you she hadn't mentioned that."

It's obviously meant as a jab. But Kazutora knew you weren't embarrassed of him – at least, he'd been pretty sure of that.

"Well, it's not really any of your business is it?" Kazutora cuts in, barely able to contain the snide in his tone. He barely liked socializing with people anyway, especially strangers, but he'd gone for you and because he wanted to be apart of your celebration. It was the least he could do after all you'd done for him.

But now he wishes he’d stayed home if he had to continue dealing with this guy.

"Still," Daiki insists, "aren't you embarrassed? I mean, such an upstanding woman... it's a wonder why she ever chose you."

"I chose him because I love him for him," you cut in and Kazutora’s eyes widen, glancing over his shoulder to see you making your way over to him. You look absolutely stunning, dressed in a floor length Y/F/C dress and when you notice his eyes on you, you smile at him, before it falters as you turn back to glance at your coworker. "But I hardly think that's any of your business anyways."

You fall next to Kazutora, wrapping your arm around his waist as you fall into his side, and the second you do, you squeeze Kazutora's side, and he realizes you're trying to reassure him.

"Y/N–!"

"Honestly, Daiki," you breathe out, voice coming out purposely exasperated as you roll your eyes. "I've had this conversation with you multiple times. I am happily in a relationship and your obsession with my personal affairs is strange and inappropriate. Given my promotion, I could easily have you fired."

Kazutora watches as the man's eyes widen, cheeks bleeding red as he shakes his head; "my-my apologies. Please, you don't have to go that far. I'll... I'll make sure I stop."

You raise a brow, holding the man with bated breath for a moment, before you nod. "Just don't let it happen again."

Daiki scurries off without another word, desperate to get away and Kazutora watches as you let out a sigh, shoulders falling as you shift, coming to stand in front of him, hands falling on his hips.

"I'm sorry about him. He's been... annoyingly persistant about asking me out for the past bit. I thought he'd have stopped when I reported him last week but when I saw him talking to you just now, I realized he hadn't."

Kazutora glances down at you, meeting your gaze.

You understand what he's trying to say before he even does; "nuh-uh," you shake your head, tugging him closer to you. "Don't let a word that idiot says get to you. He's just a pervert anyways. He spends half of his time looking down my shirt and I would never want to be with someone like him over you."

Biting his lips, Kazutora smiles softly; "I love you."

"I love you too," you grin, before slipping your hand into his. "Now, come on, I want to introduce you to my friends."

'IS SHE TAKEN?'

in which someone asks your man if you're single

feat: ran, gojo

RAN

the club setting was filled with more excitement tonight. don't get it twisted, any club or event hosted by the haitanis was guaranteed to be the event of the day, good vibes, hot people, and lots of money to be made. but when one of the brothers was actually present at the club? something about their aura seemed to bring out the vibes in people.

ran's hooded gaze watched adoringly at you across the club, the setting bringing nostalgia to the first time you met. ever the social butterfly you were, accepting another phone number from one of the girlfriends you made tonight. the other members of the roundtable looked at one another, wondering if the haitani brother was even present.

"no wonder you're so distracted, boss," the man next to him nudged him with his elbow, to which ran side-eyed him. "she's a looker, d'ya think she's single?"

your boyfriend appeared neutral as he let the guy ramble on about how hot you were, and what he would do to you given the chance. he missed the harsh roll of ran's eyes. if he didn't know you were spoken for, he would make sure this guy knew by the end of the night.

as if on queue, you waved bye to your new friends and started to make your way to the table. eyes followed your figure as you passed, but that was to be expected when the prettiest girl at the club walked past.

"hey, sweetheart," his soft lips pressed against the crown of your head. "you alright?"

"i'm good! a little tired though," you let out a deep sigh, melting into his arms. "these heels have been killing me..."

wordlessly, his large hands had your ankles in his lap, undoing the buckles on your heels and rubbing tender circles into the irritated skin.

he smirked at the relieved sigh that left your lips. "my buddy here has something to ask you, sweets."

the man next to you seemed to go silent since your arrival at the table, the consequences of his actions just hitting. a deep breath followed by a gulp as he wiped his damp hands against his slacks. he almost flinched when your hooded, yet dominating gaze met his own eyes, but after remembering who and where he was, he gained his composure almost as quickly as it left.

"nah 'ts nothin'," he waved his hand. "just a passing thought, is all..."

others both around the roundtable and those dancing near it tried not to make it obvious that they were watching the exchange going down. they found themselves pitying a character who would not deserve it, under different circumstances. but, as discussed, the haitani aura seems to throw things off of balance.

if he didn't want to talk, ran would do it for him. "he wants to know if your single, claims he could give you a lay better than your man could,"

your eyes left the man, instead looking over your boyfriends face in silent communication.

'you and i both know he can't'

'...i know, my love, just humor me every once in a while?'

'you're such a character sometimes, haitani'

'you love it though'

eyes darted between you, awaiting your response, thus his sentence in anticipation. he didn't know what telepathic language you were communicating in, but he was glad to not hear his fate get discussed right in front of him.

"i'm very flattered, but i have a boyfriend, sorry." your response was dry towards him, but the gaze you held with ran was anything but.

catching wind of what was about to happen, you excused yourself from the table, leaving a kiss on the corner of rans mouth, whispering a 'be good' in his ear before leaving.

whatever happened after your departure was not your business, after all.

GOJO

"hey man," a hand belonging to an unfamiliar man clasped on satorus shoulder. "do you know if the girl you came here with has a boyfriend?"

you had dragged your boyfriend to one of your friend's parties, much to his dismay. he's sworn off drinking after geto's blackmail folder started getting a bit thick, meaning there was nothing fun to do other than socialise, but he didn't want to after people flocked to him for the wrong reasons.

so now he was maybe the only sober one in this lively scene, which leads to the current events.

he spoke your name for clarity. "uhh, I'm not sure. you can go ask her if you want. ill even put in a good word for you."

has this man been a fraction more sober, he would've questioned why the blindfolded man's smile was so wide, or why he was so willing to help, but alas, this was a party and alcohol was supplied.

"thanks, dude! you're such a lifesaver."

satoru almost felt bad for the guy. he was practically buzzing whilst traversing through the sweaty bodies in search of you. he felt bad until he remembered how bored he was before this happened, he has to put himself first sometimes.

after a couple stumbles, reroutes and a rest break, they had finally found you in your angelic beauty, laughing with a group of girls he didn't know.

he thought it was quite cute how the guy seemed to become more shy at the sight of you, and satoru couldn't blame him. had he been someone more normal, he would act the same in your presence.

one of the girls caught sight of the pair by the entry and gestured you towards them. your face softened slightly at the sight of your six-foot-something boyfriend and his... friend?

"hey toru," you smiled, before looking at the other man. "whose this?"

satoru said nothing, slapping the guy a little too harshly on the back before stepping back. the floor was his.

"hey," he breathed out, before introducing himself. "i saw you come in with your friend earlier, and just wanted to know if you were seeing anyone?"

your heart rate picked up, but not for the reason the guy was hoping. why was gojo like this? did he enjoy seeing you suffer?

he obviously did as when you looked over your shoulder to the said man, he gave you a big, encouraging grin with both thumbs up. the audacity.

he had thrown you to the wolves and left you to fend for yourself.

"uhm..." you breathed, trying not to shatter the poor guy's heart. "i have a boyfriend, unfortunately. sorry."

"what do you mean, unfortunately!" satoru mocked you from behind the guy. "I'm a total catch, right?" he turned to the guy. "right??"

though delayed, the guy had finally come to the realisation he had been punked by the man who egged him on the whole time. his face burst into a deep shade of red, apologising profusely before rushing back into the crowd.

"you're such an ass, gojo."

"the last name huh?" he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm in for it arent i?"

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐒/𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒

• Chifuyu wonders how you both even got together.

• You have fights 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 about which is better.

• "Rabbits are better, they're softer and they won't bite you like one of those moody cats ya know!"

• "Says who?!"

•One time, Baji visited you both, he caught Chifuyu flexing off Peke J and you flexing your rabbit.

• Nearly everywhere you bring your rabbit, which he doesn't understand. You even brought your rabbit to the Musashi Festival on august 3rd.

• He gets pouty and annoyed whenever you bring your rabbit to a date.

• He doesn't and 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 admit it, but he thinks your rabbit is very soft and fluffy.

• 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗣𝗲𝗸𝗲 𝗝 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀.

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ!☽

PART 1 TOMAN CAPTAINS x Toman's Best Friend!Extremely Flexible!reader [ 🄰🅄🅃🄷🄾🅁'🅂 🄽🄾🅃🄴 ] reader will be identified as female, but I will try my best to post a gn ver.

pls give suggestions on the characters I should do for part 2!

MANJIRO SANO <𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙮 - very impressed with your flexibility and will ask you how far you could go without breaking your bones to see how flexible you are. - most likely will try to imitate it thinking it was easy considering how easy you made it look like (dumbass ngl lmaoo) but will probably hurt himself so you'll have to be the one to stop him from doing that if mother Kenny (Draken) isn't there.

-He met you because the place where you took your Gymnastics was near his Grandfather's dojo. He was just walking around till he saw you, beating up some bully that everyone in his neighbourhood was talking about

-he was absolutely impressed. he then went up to you and proceeded to talk with you like you didn't just beat up a guy 4x your size

-days passed and he hanged around you often. he even introduced you to Emma, Senju, Shinichiro, and Mikey's friends.

-then you guys met Draken, then started hanging out alot more as a trio

-when Toman was formed, you didn't accept his invitation to join them despite how powerful you were. But you did usually fight people alongside them and often hung around them which made it seem like you were a member.

-Mikey considers you as one of his closest friends, and is clingy around you. He is fully aware of your strength which makes him awe at you. He justs worry that you'll leave him like the others did. But at the same time, he justs wanna have fun with you and Draken.

RYUGUJI KEN <𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣

-he is grateful for you whenever he's not around and Mikey's doing random shit, he always counts on you.

-his opinion on you though-- he thinks your a capable, strong person.

-since Mikey met you before he met Draken, he somewhat respects you yet treats you like a good friend nonetheless.

-onetime when you guys were fighting someone, he saw your flexibility for the first time.. he was shocked ngl.. (in a somehow somewhat good way) shocked to the point he couldn't focus on his opponent anymore.

-yep, he knows what being flexible and what flexibility means but doesn't really care about it until he saw you kick some guy with your leg as high as you could.

-he wouldn't hide how impressed he is, in fact, he would say it was cool tbh

-if you guys would fight together, (or you and mikey or just all three) it would be legendary like Wakasa and Benkei.

-think about it though, if you all three fought together-- Mikey and Draken's strength with your Flexibility and fighting skills, yall would traumatize whoever you're fighting.

-he would ask you for some women advice so he would know what to do when talking to Emma.

-he loves your calm personality and will vent how annoying Mikey is to you.

MITSUYA TAKASHI

-like Draken, he loves your calm personality and was impressed when he saw your flexibility. But at the same time, he cant help but worry(?)..

-due to your calm energy, he introduced you to his younger sisters because he knew you weren't gonna act chaotic. Which he was right about, his sisters did like you alot.

-you both are the chillest people which makes you guys one of my preferred favorite duo.

-you don't necessarily hang out THAT much but you guys rarely do. You do converse though when you see each other at Toman meetings.

-asks you if you're okay and if it hurts, worrying when he saw you randomly doing a split on the floor when he comes to your place to give you back something you forgot while babysitting his sisters. (that was the first time he saw your flexibility.)

-like the other captains and vice captains and the Toman member's in general, he has respect for you because you are one of the friends of Mikey and Draken, but treats you friendly as well.

-Mitsuya thinks you're a good person even if you don't show much emotion.

BAJI KEISUKE

-like Mikey, he is curious how flexible you are.

-I can imagine him watching you fight because it amuses him how you beat people so easily.

-this is unnecessary to say but I can't help myself, but one time you were just walking around like a normal person would do until seeing some guy burn a car right in front of your eyes. Turns out that guy was Baji.

-when he did notice you, he didn't really care. Until you told him you could give him a new match box (or whatever you call it) because you noticed his matches were running out.

-he then decided you were a cool person.

-like Mitsuya, he doesn't hang around you much unless you guys are fighting other people together or both in a Toman meeting.

-he doesn't care but finds it interesting you flexible you were.

MATSUNO CHIFUYU

-respect.

-he is respectful to any one of the president's friends.

-you looked.. somewhat intimidating at first when he saw you, but when he got to talk to you he realized you were a calm, collected person.

-that, he admired.

-then when he saw you fight for the first time, applying your skills in gymnastics.

-"your bones didn't cut in half or something?"

-"no?? tf"

-I get a feeling you guys both like cats...

-one time, you both bumped into each other while heading over to some cat cafe.

-"[ LAST NAME ]-San? What are you doing here 😮😮😮"

-"no what are u doing here"🤨🤨

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