The Affect He Has On People

Wip... And sorry Ran 🤍

and then ill eat your brain and become one with you >w<

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 𖥔 ⭒ ִ ׂ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: (𝟏) 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — you’ve got a real big crush on sanzu but your brothers can’t find out or else you’ll be in a lot of trouble.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — dark themes, stepcest, filming sexual acts, prostitution mention, cruel punishments, (light) blackmail, slight voyeurism, toxic relationships, naive reader.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — ran haitani, rindo haitani & sanzu haruchiyo.

Ding!

Sanzu.

Attachment: (1) video.

“The hell did Sanzu send me a video for?” Ran mumbles lazily.

“You got it too?” Rindo’s head lifts, his sleepy looking eyes meeting his older brother’s as he sits on the other leather sofa on the other side of the glass coffee table. Dozens upon dozens of neatly stacked bands of cash were placed on the coffee table, as well as old fashioned glasses with a bit of brown liquor filled halfway and a zip lock bag filled with buds of marijuana and other accessories alike.

“Seems so..” Ran replies, watching his brother bring the blunt from his lips down to exhale a large white cloud from his lungs. Rindo puts out the blunt by smushing the gently into the glass table then setting it to the side.

“Let’s play it then?” Rindo says. They both manage to click play at the same time with both volumes syncing up near perfectly.

As the camera lens comes into focus, the flash dissipates and they see you, their sweet, sweet baby sister on her knees nestled in between the knees of a pair of purple pinstripe dressed thighs. Almost immediately the two brothers had a sense of unease settling in the pit of their stomachs as they saw your pretty face look past the camera. A worried look plastered on your face as you looked at the bubblegum pink haired man behind the camera. You wore a pout on your glossed lips, the specs of glitter picking up on camera due to the flash. Your hands rested on his thighs with your false lashes sitting pretty on your lash line. They fluttered cutely as you blinked and a strap of your silk mini dress was hanging off your shoulder. Rindo and Ran’s eyes widened when they recognized the dress as something you wore just last night.

The night had been a fun one— a night out at one of Tokyo’s hottest clubs with Bonten’s executives was always exciting. Your brothers were nice enough to let you tag along after enough begging, fake crying and dry humping. They remember everyone coming back to one of Bonten’s designated “hideouts,” It wasn’t very inconspicuous, in fact it was a penthouse right in the heart of Shibuya. They often conducted business there, more often than not there would be a few quiet sleeping heads tucked away in one of the many rooms in the luxurious suite.

You tend to get a bit clingy when you have liquor in your system, so it wasn’t surprising when you were sitting comfortably in Sanzu’s lap with your face nuzzled in his neck. You seemed to have taken a liking to the eccentric man much to your brothers’ dismay. You often hear their lectures about how you can’t trust dangerous men like him and yadda, yadda, yadda. You never listened, it was quite hypocritical of them to lecture you about not trusting men like Sanzu while being in the same exact boat as he is. Truth is, you had a really big crush on Sanzu and he knew it. He liked to play around with you when your brothers weren’t around. Stealing kisses, putting his hands under your skirt, and often covering your mouth while his hard cock bullies it’s way into your tight cunt for a quickie.

Of course Ran and Rindo didn’t know that. They were blissfully ignorant and still believing their precious baby sister is sweet and… as pure as you could be. In their mind, the only cocks you were taking were theirs but that’s simply not the truth. Sanzu’s cock has been fucking its way into their precious pussy for a few months now. It’s amazing how you haven’t gotten caught yet. Letting their guard down was probably one of the worst things they could do because when Sanzu offered to tuck you in last night they didn’t think anything of it. Ran probably should have trusted in intuition, maybe they would be in the position they’re in now: seconds away from watching their little sister suck a cock that doesn’t belong to either of them. Ran and Rindo watched on as the video played.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna record..” You say softly as your eyes shift to the camera then back up to Sanzu, a soft chuckle heard behind the camera.

“I changed my mind, angel.” Sanzu says simply and your brows furrow upward at the nonchalant tone in his voice, eliciting a small whine from you— almost sounding like a puppy’s whimper. You were so.. cute.

“You’re not gonna show anyone, right..?” You ask, (colored) eyes pleading up to the man holding the camera. Rindo and Ran couldn’t see, but Sanzu has the look of pure enjoyment on his insanely handsome features. He gives you a head pat and a wide, close-eyed smile spreads across his lips.

“No, my eyes only. I swear it.” Sanzu says. A lie. “Stop frowning. It makes pretty girls like you ugly. You don’t want to be ugly, right? No one’s gonna love you if you are.” He adds on. You shake your head at him, still looking at him with puppy eyes with a pout worn on your plump lips.

“No, ‘don wanna be ugly, Sanzu..” You say.

“What the hell is this?” Rindo scowls lightly, his handsome face turning in a mix of aloofness and disgust as he speaks. Ran only shakes his head at his little brother’s words, almost in a patronizing way. He was the older brother after all.

“It seems that our baby sister is a free whore.” Ran says. “Doesn't even have enough respect for herself to charge.”

“I told you we should have whored her out ourselves..” Rindo sighs. “Now she's doing it herself for free.”

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. Stand up, show me your pussy.” Sanzu says. Without a doubt or hesitation, you’re on your feet and the camera shifts upward. Your deep emerald green silk mini dress looks amazing on your body, something Ran had picked out for you just a few days before. You lift the bottom hem of your dress up, pulling it over your hips to expose your bare pussy. You hadn’t been wearing any panties that night. Rindo remembers telling you to keep your legs closed or he’d take you all the way home to put some on. From the looks of it, you were soaking.

“Ah, so cute.” Sanzu coos behind the camera. “Spread your lips so I can see that precious little clit.” He orders softly. You do as you’re told and lift your leg so that your bare foot rests on his thigh, taking your pointer and middle finger to spread your lips so that your clit is on full display. The light from the flash reflects off your slick, a tell all indication that you were incredibly aroused. Rindo feels his mouth water at the sight, he’s always been the one to eat your cunt for his own pleasure— leaving you a shaking and stuttering mess as you try to push his lilac hair away from your core.

“I’m pretty, right, Sanzu?” You look up at him with a hopeful look.

“The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” He confirms, though it only sounds like a write off so you could shut up. “Rub it.” Sanzu orders again and soon your fingertips are working on your clit in circular motions. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down lightly as you continue your motions— your hips bucking into the air every so often when you hit a particularly good section of nerves in your sensitive bud.

“Like this?” You smile.

“Yeah, I bet that feels good, hm?” Sanzu’s hand comes into view, his slender fingers rubbing the skin of your shin and up to your inner thigh. He reaches forward and moves your hand to replace it with his own. His pointer and middle finger rubbing harshly into your clit before he lands one hard tap on your pussy.

“Ngh, not too hard. ‘S sensitive..” You whimper.

Ran and Rin hate it. They’re fucking livid but they can’t seem to tear their eyes away from their phones. They feel even more disgusted that their cocks are hardening past their expensive dress pants as they watch you spread your cunt like a little fucking slut for another man. Have they not taught you anything? They’re so disappointed in you. Obviously, you need to be taught a lesson. One harsher than the last they gave you, a bruised, near bleeding ass wasn’t enough it seems. Maybe they’d lock you in a closet this time? Give you $50 dollars and make you live homeless for the rest of the remaining week and see how well you fend for yourself.

“I can’t believe this ungrateful slut..” Rindo mumbles under his breath, his throat dry from his own arousal.

“She’ll be back from her shopping trip soon. She’ll be sorry.” Ran adds on, his face void from any emotion but the tent in his pants saying otherwise.

“On your knees, again.” Sanzu says and leans back into the chair he’d been sitting in. He watches you sink back down to your knees, your smaller and manicured nails paling him through his pants. “Yeah.. that’s right.” Sanzu groans. You’re in the middle of taking out his cock when he speaks again.

“Tell me who you love more. Your Sanzu or your brothers?” The question startles both you and your brothers. Rin tensing his shoulders a bit while Ran squints his eyes slightly. They don’t like how long your taking to answer the question because the answer should be fucking obvious. Them. But instead, you look past the camera up at Sanzu with that stupid fucking look on your face.

“I don’t like it when you ask those kinds of questions..” You trail off, hand wrapped loosely around his impressive size.

“Tell me or I’ll send this to—” He's quickly cut off by your cries.

“You! You Sanzu! I love you more! Please don’t tell!” You plead, tears pooling at your eyes almost immediately and you didn’t even let him get the full threat out. You already knew what he was going to threaten you with, he often “teases” you about putting you and his little “relationship” on blast knowing full well Ran and Rindo would go absolutely insane if they found out. You weren’t wrong, because as soon as they see you— you’re in so much trouble to keep it at the simplest of terms.

“Ah, so cute..” Sanzu chuckles. “Relax, I won’t tell. Now come on, put it in your mouth..” He ushers gently.

Ran and Rindo watch on in pure and utter disgust as you lean over to place a glob of spit on the tip of his cock. You dainty hand strokes his shaft in long and leisurely strokes, twisting your hand as you do. You hummed in enjoyment as your tongue gave the underside of his cock one solid lick before swirling your wet muscle over the tip, your eyes looking up at the camera as you do.

Your smile as you looked up at him was so.. Naughty? Mischievous? Playful? Maybe a mix of all of the three. You looked like such a slut taking him into your mouth with such ease. Sanzu should be thanking Rindo and Ran for how well you’re taking his cock down your throat. They’re the ones that trained you to properly take a dick. Sanzu grunts behind the camera, his other hand coming back into frame to grab a fistful of your hair. He holds your head in place and begins to fuck up into your mouth the sounds leaving you so disgusting and obscene as his cock head punches the back of your throat. The two brothers continue to watch, both their cocks incredibly hard, aching for a release at the sight of you getting your mouth fucked.

“Tongue out, angel.” Sanzu says through a grunt. Your hand wraps around his cock once more and gives him quick and short strokes as he nears his release. Sanzu can feel his balls tightening, his thighs tensing up as he’s on the onset of his high. You open your mouth, tongue hanging out awaiting the hot load Sanzu was seconds away from hitting your tongue. The warm muscle was massaging the head of his cock, right on the underside. Sanzu came with a groan of your name, spilling his load all over your pink tongue.

“Say ahh.” Sanzu chuckles breathlessly.

“Ahh~!” You giggle, wiggling your tongue from side to side before pulling it back into your mouth to swallow the seed that sullied your tastebuds.

The video abruptly ends and as if on cue both the brothers get a text from none other than the pink haired psychopath himself.

Sanzu

‘Oops. I didn’t mean to send that.. Your sister’s a bit of a slut isn’t she~? Ah, I’m sure you perverts know that anyway. Do I have your blessing~? ♡’

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Aight yous know the drill, m in a vv depressed state so let’s do some hc’s about my lovely tokyorev baby’s 🙃

Age rating: read at own risk ig, nothing is 18+ but take it all with a pinch of salt if ur offended by ought tho u shouldn’t be.

Warnings: honestly dk, swearin ig, n usual drug n alcohol abuse, crack n stupid shit that my brain comes up with. So these somehow got a bit sad

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Sanzu once called a woman a “whore” in front of Kakucho n got straight up backhanded into next week (ran n rin cried laughing on the floor)

Takeomi carries around food for Mikey n just leaves it on his desk when he’s in a mood

Rindou cried when ran chopped his hair off

When Koko got the Bonten tattoo on the side of his head he was bullied for days

Ran, rindou n Sanzu have matching tattoos of stupid ghost emojis on their feet

Wholeheartedly believe that Mochi is the only one out of all of Bonten that’s married

Takeomi is the one who gets broken up with very fuckin fast

Sanzu has a son somewhere cos he doesn’t believe in contraception

Kakucho can’t keep an s/o because he brings up Izana (rip bby)

Ran and Rindou still live together, refuse to get separated apartments even if they’re in a relationship, straight up break up wi anyone who suggests it

Koko calls himself a “feminist” but then says he’s s/o should be in the kitchen, this is also why he’s single

Kakucho has cats; Izana and believe it or not Shion are their names

Sanzu isn’t allowed pets, he keeps pills as his pet instead

Koko has hairless cats because “it doesn’t get gross fur on my clothes so it’s fine” and doesn’t let anyone near them (calls one inupi ofc)

Sanzu still has his first bike in his house

Mikey falls asleep at the office more than his apartment and has to be taken home

Sanzu once wiped blood on Kokos new jacket and got himself shot in the process

Koko takes over 2 hours to get ready each morning with his meticulous skin routine, eyeliner, makeup and long fuckin hair care routine.

Koko, Ran and Kaku smell amazing! Like so good you could happily smell em all day (tho that’s a tad weird)

Takeomi stinks and I mean stinks of smoke

Rindou has an unhealthy obsession with oranges, always has on in his car, office and bag, boy whips it out at very unconventional times to munch on one. Throws the peel at people too.

Sanzu n rin once fell asleep on a couch together and that was the picture for Bonten Christmas cards that year, drool n all

Mochi once made the mistake of bringing his wife into the office, never again will he fall for “we wanna meet the angel that’s put up with you” Takeomi and ran tried to steal her, Sanzu showed her the basement, Rindou gave her an orange like a weirdo, Mikey and Kaku told her she should find someone better and koko beinh the angel he is handed her a wad of cash and asked if she wanted help with the divorce papers

Mikey likes to fall asleep to the sound of whales

Also really loves Kakuchos cats

Rans favourite animals are goats, he’s bought 4 of them but had to keep them on a farm after the landlord got a noise complaint from their neighbours

Takeomi only drinks scotch or red wine

Sanzu has never had a really relationship, can’t hold one down for the life in him

Contrary to popular believe Ran and Rindou have never slept with the same person once

Ran and rin do however share a bed if one of them has had a particularly bad day they find it comforting to know that the other is safe

Rindou gets panic attacks if he can’t reach Ran for a few hours, he once got one after Ran had been gone a long time on a mission with Sanzu and the phone kept ringing out, cried a lot when they got home that night and made Ran make him dinner and several cups of tea.

On that note, Rindou, Mochi, Koko and Kaku are all tea drinkers while Ran, Sanzu, Mikey and Takeomi are coffee drinkers.

Koko has a tea room in his house, stores premium tea leaves and very expensive tea sets in there

Sanzu almost broke down when Mikey broke his arm once, he fell out of bed.

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Defiantly not proofread ngl

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I wanna break into your house

and cuddle with you in your bed,

and fall asleep to your breathing

Yandere! Ran x Reader

Synopsis: You’ve broken yet another one of Ran’s rules and he’ll get you to love him back the only way he knows how: punishment.

Cw: intense yandere themes. Implied kidnapping. Punishment.

 Ran has been gone all day. He mentioned it this morning, how he would be back later than normal, something about how today’s Bonten mission is super important. You gave him the barest form of acknowledgment, not wanting to receive his attention so early in the morning. But it’s been over 12 hours since Ran left. He doesn’t let you wander the penthouse when he’s gone, and that means no trips to the kitchen for food. You’re holed up in the main living room with nothing to do, you are starving with no access to food, and above all else you’re livid.

Ran likes to rationalize it by saying he’s protecting and providing for you. But at the end of the day, the man ripped you from your life, your friends, your job, and like hell you’d thank him for that. He knows you don’t love him. He knows you hate his guts. It’s been months of you living under his twisted version of protection and you tell yourself that you’ll refuse his intimacy in any form- make him realize you’re a different case than he thought. No matter how cruel he gets when you refuse him, you won’t bow down. He took away your life and he’ll pay for that.

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using toji's cum to condition my hair

Deadly Affairs: Bonten! Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano x Bonten Reader (+ Bonten)

Chapter 1: Genesis

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [series summary]: you’ve seen this story multiple times, where the girl does everything to end up as the wife of the king. In any other timeline, you would have done the same. This time is different. You don’t want to marry the king. You want to be him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [chapter summary]: your destiny starts on your 23rd birthday, at the back of Manjiro Sano’s car, with the loss of your virginity

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [content warning]: DARK CONTENT, NSFW, DUBCON, bonten timeline, fem reader, power imbalance, age-gap relationship, sexual harrassment/abuse, sexism and misogyny, implied torture, flashing, alcohol/drug use, slight manipulation, drunk sex, public sex, fingering (f. recieving), virginity loss (reader), unprotected sex piv, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, slut shaming.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [r-18+] [not suitable for 17 and under]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [wc]: 4.5k

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [masterlist] [chapter2] [taglist]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➞ [notes]: I will no longer be using the series colours on each chapter, since tumblr keeps glitching. Sorry guys :(

BONTEN, one of the most dangerous organizations that has ever arisen from Japan and possibly, the world. Led by men born from the era of brutality, Japan had never seen such a business successful with covering the tracks of organized crime as much as BONTEN has.

Despite the brutal murders, torture chambers, human and drug trafficking and even bodies found with teeth missing and finger prints skinned off, the police could never completely trace it back to BONTEN. They knew it would have something to do with such a deadly corporation, but as far as the higher ups and Japan's government were concerned, they were just business men with the usual ethical issues.

Anyone who tries to dig in too deep will face Bonten's hammer of judgment.

It's the life you've grown accustomed to for a while ever since Kokonoi had picked you up from the street.

Poverty made you sell your morals to the devil in the designers before you could regret it; Bonten sponsored your university course in accounting, trained you how to use a gun and taught you how important you were to them. Inappropriate touches and comments on your appearance by your fellow workmates and your superiors, you knew that no one would give you the time of the day to care about your accusations.

Besides, you've seen prostitutes that went missing after complaining so much about bonten members being rough with them.

"When is my flight for Makarti scheduled?"

You break out of your thoughts and raise your head to meet the dark eyes of the man sitting in front of you with his head down, Hajime Kokonoi, the man who took you out of the gutters to become his personal assistant who helped with calculations, estimates and other errands.

"It's supposed to be by twelve," you say, preparing yourself for his complaint as you explain the situation. "But your private jet needs a few maintenance checks before it's ready for your flight, so I had to shift it to two pm."

You waited for him to say anything to berate you for not doing the maintenance checks yesterday like he told you to, but instead he kept his head on the work he was doing and brushed it off, making you sigh in relief internally. "That's good, I have some meetings to attend to anyways, so I can avoid having extra work when I return. Also, you've gotten my suits from the dry cleaners?"

"Yes sir."

"And you've sent a message to Mochizuki and Kakucho about the change in flight times?"

"Yes sir."

The room falls silent, save for the noise coming from Kokonoi's fingers typing away on his laptop. You tap your feet lightly, waiting for either his next question or for him to dismiss you until he raises his head to look at you with confusion and annoyance written all over his features.

"Yes?" He stops typing to pay complete attention to you. "What are you still doing here?"

"Sorry sir."

You immediately stand up from the chair with your bag and scramble for the door in haste, adjusting your dress that had ridden up to your thigh. The last thing you wanted was for him to scold you again with disapproving eyes glaring down on you.

Hajime Kokonoi was very hard to please and easy to anger, you could never tell when his switch would flip and you don't like being around whenever it did.

You don't see the way Kokonoi's eyes rest on the curve of your ass strained against the office skirt you had worn today, before looking down your legs as you struggled to open his large office doors

"Wait."

You stop halfway, leaving the door half-open as you turn to the man sitting some feet away from you. Kokonoi rests his angular jaw on his intertwined fingers before clearing his throat. "I just remembered that you would be joining Mikey and Sanzu for a meeting tonight."

You feel the blood in your veins turn cold as you process Kokonoi's words, your fingers curl around the door handle tighter than before, anchoring you to the ground and keeping you from stumbling at the news. Kokonoi doesn't miss the way your face turns sour at the news he had broken, and frankly, he can't exactly blame you for your reaction. The top two executives are frightening, even more brutal than he himself was, especially when it came to you.

"I'm giving you the rest of the day off to prepare." He goes back to his laptop screen and keeps working on the audit he was doing before. The world of the yakuza cares for no man, and if you despise someone, either you kill them or you stick to them like glue. "Someone will come get you by 7pm so be ready by then. You can go now."

The room goes quiet again. Kokonoi can feel your questioning glare asking him why he would break his promise of not letting those men come near you, again.

"Yes sir."

You stomp out of the room angrily and the door slams shut after you, leaving Kokonoi all by himself to keep doing his work. He had to admit, the head on top of your shoulders wasn't just for decoration, you actually do know how to use it.

You knew better than to ask him questions.

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THE noise from the club was deafening the moment you stepped into the place.

Once upon a time, Ran had told you he and his brother used to rule this place with an iron fist, before finding a much smarter way to make everyone submit to them. Now, practically all the clubs littered around Japan, including this one Manjiro Sano had decided to be the venue of the meeting, belong to them in Bonten's name.

Dressed in a sequined two piece cream top and skirt paired with heels, you certainly turned heads with your looks. You could hear whispers of men and women asking about who you were, seeing as you walked up to the V.I.P area with an air of confidence, somewhere only known Bonten members, business partners of Bonten or unlucky women foolish enough to entertain any executive were allowed to enter.

As expected, the guards in charge stopped you in your tracks. You could practically feel the predatory gazes of the men aimed at your choice of clothes, oozing lust, before flickering into disapproval at how you were dressed.

"V.I.Ps only."

His tone was condescending for someone that just stared at you like a piece of meat, although it was nothing new to you when it came to the men in Bonten. You don't pay mind to his attitude, instead lifting up your skirt partially to reveal the Bonten tattoo on your inner thigh. You could see his eyes practically entranced by the flesh of your thighs and the panties peeking through the skirt, greedily absorbing the details of every inch of skin as you lowered your skirt down.

You blame Kokonoi for letting you go through with that idea. Flashing people to reveal your tattoo isn't exactly ideal for you.

"Can I go in now?" You say and without waiting for them to finish, you push past them and got into the entrance to the V.I.P lounge.

IF you had a nickel for everytime Kokonoi lied to you about something, you would be extremely wealthy by now.

You could see the collection of wine bottles distributed across the tables, each to every individual's taste. Smoke billowed around the area, mixing with the scent of weed and alcohol. Voluptuous women were strewn on their laps, sides and even at their feet, smiling and pouring drinks, talking loudly or laughing at something they said.

This is not a meeting. This was a private party and you want nothing to do with it.

Haruchiyo, Bonten's number 2, is the first person to notice you awkwardly standing there and staring at the rest of them in horror and shock. His lips break out in a smile aimed at you, calling your name loudly and garnering everybody's attention, including Manjiro Sano who looked tired and bored, despite the woman who was sitting on his lap and feeding him. "The birthday girl is here, come sit down."

'Birthday girl? Does this look like a party I would like to attend?'

You mindlessly walked towards the space Haruchiyo had made between him and Manjiro, and sat there stiffly. You notice Haruchiyo hasn't touched his drinks at all, as if he was waiting for you to see this madness while he was sober. Electricity runs down your spine as he leaned so close to your ears, lips brushing it lightly to whisper;

"So, do you like it? Boss said I could plan it however I wanted since Kokonoi wasn't around."

'You shouldn't have.' The voice in your head is dry, sarcastic even, but you know better than to trigger him on his good days. Even if the urge to slap him across the face is creeping along the surface, you decided to keep things to yourself.

You glance briefly at Manjiro who was following (or trying to) a conversation the chatty escort he had hired had started. Your gazes meet briefly and you shyly avert your eyes away back to your lap.

Of course it was him that gave Haruchiyo the reins to host this party. Who else could do something like this?

You sigh weakly and turn to Haruchiyo, who was still waiting for your answer with a huge expectant grin on his lips. It wasn't like you could tell him the truth about how this party felt like it was for the men of Bonten and not for you.

"It's um…" you forced a smile at him before you continued lying. "... nice. Thank you sir."

A sigh of relief escapes your lips when his grin widens. You feel his arm drape over your shoulders, drawing you closer to his body. He dips his head into the crook of your neck, hot breath dancing along your body as he whispers in your ear again.

"Anything for you princess."

You sit frozen when he pulls away from you and goes back to the escort he was chatting with as if he didn't just make your heart race. You didn't get to think about it for long when a wine glass is put right in front of your face. Manjiro does not look at you as he shakes the wine glass in your face and you take it from him, trying to ignore the electricity running through your fingertips that brushed his.

"Thank you sir."

"Try to relax." His voice is low enough for only you to hear him speak. Your body grows hotter when he turns his gaze completely on your body, slowly scanning your attire for the evening before focusing on your face again. "We're not punishing you this time."

You nod quickly, making a huge effort to keep the glass in your shaking hands. Being so close to Manjiro Sano and Haruchiyo Sanzu proved to be more difficult than it should have been. Was it the fear that had been instilled into you by these men themselves?

Or was it the fact that you were surrounded by the constant reminders of your twisted sexual fantasies?

"A toast, to the birthday girl!" Ran's loud voice brings you out of your thoughts and you absentmindedly raise your glass up into the air. Whatever it is you feel about them doesn't matter, you couldn't afford to get anymore involved with Bonten beyond office contact.

"To life and a fatter ass!"

You don't notice Manjiro watching your facial expression morph into a scowl before hiding it with a fake laugh and repeating. "To life and a fatter ass."

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  "YOU didn't like the party.

You don't say anything in response, with the light hum of the car's engine serving as the only sound in the vehicle and opting to look out of the window instead, watching the cars drive past yours. Of course you absolutely hated everything tonight; hell even your sour facial expression couldn’t be hidden by your usual fake laughter and flirty words. Manjiro Sano had noticed and offered to take you home early when you said you were tired.

You don’t feel bad for cutting his time short despite him having little time to be frivolous. It’s his fault anyways for setting up a disaster like this in the first place without even being considerate enough to assume you wouldn’t want it and you don’t owe him any gratitude for a job terribly done.

He sighs after a while, now looking out of his own window to distract himself from the way your skirt rode up to reveal the flesh of your thighs. "I'm sure Sanzu tried his best given how he ... is."

Something in you snaps at that moment and you face him with annoyance in your eyes. You were just about done with the way he kept digging the knife deeper into your gut. "I had plans for the evening Mr. Sano." You put it bluntly, not caring if he took offense to your words or just ignored you completely. "I did not ask for anything. I'm beginning to think you do this to make me miserable."

Your frown only deepens when you hear him chuckle quietly before turning around to face you with a curious look written all over his face. Somehow, seeing you upset made you cuter in his eyes; You always looked so vulnerable in times like these, whether you're walking on eggshells around him or outright being ungrateful to him. Maybe it's the alcohol giving you an extra boost to speak your mind, and he'll allow it for now because he wants to hear what you have to say.

But it won't go unpunished.

"What were the plans you had for this evening?"

Manjiro doesn't miss the way your face contorts slightly into an uncomfortable smile. It's not like he didn't know anyways, he had overheard your discussion with Ran’s assistant about what you wanted to do about two weeks ago and it was what made him call Haruchiyo to plan the most disastrous party ever to stop you from going ahead with your plan.

"It's nothing, never min-"

"I know you wanted to hook up with some idiot you met on a dating app, don't play coy with me."

You swallowed hard at his harsh tone, flickering your eyes anywhere but his face. The ridiculous last minute party made sense now that he had ripped the band aid off. Manjiro must have heard of your plans to hook up with someone you had met, since Kokonoi never let you even breathe in peace or left you alone whenever you wanted to do something.

"Today was my only chance and you ruined it." Your voice cracks slightly as you hiss at him. It was frustrating honestly, the one time you had to yourself without Bonten breathing down your neck, they found a way to make you even more miserable. "I have needs too for god's sake! I have a life outside being your lackey-"

"So you were going to let some lowlife stick his dick into you because you can't keep your legs shut."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

You try to reply to him again but no words come to your head. You can only close your mouth and look at your lap; it's unbelievable that he was berating you for wanting some form of intimacy in your life after being so pent up and going through so much shit. "So what do you expect me to do Mr. Sano?" Your voice is bitter but you didn't care any more at this point. "Ask Kokonoi to fuck me? Or should I go to Ran or Haruchiyo? Or…"

A smile makes its way to your face the moment an idea pops into your mind. You raised your head sharply towards him and jabbed a finger into his chest to buttress your point.

"Or should I ask you to do it? To corrupt and taint me?"

"Stop that."

"Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Sano? Is that why you hate seeing me with those low-lives? Is that it?"

"Don't start something you know you can't finish, (name)" it's a stern warning and you know Manjiro Sano isn't just being petty as usual. He was actually getting riled up from your constant taunting, which only served as entertainment with you because when was the last time you saw Mikey ever react to anything? "Or else."

But you don't listen to him. Even though you know from past experience that angering your volatile boss could end up with a bullet embedded in your brain, you push yourself closer to his body until you were flush against him, watching him stiffen as you lowered your lips next to his ear and rested your hand on his muscular thigh. It's obvious you're not thinking straight since you've had a couple of drinks and he's trying to keep that in mind, especially when you begin to trace a line towards his crotch area.

"Or else what, Mr. Sano?"

It happened so fast you could barely comprehend how he had you on your back to the seat with his body hovering over yours. Bleach blond bangs frame his face, highlighting the once empty, soulless eyes into darkened gazes full of lust and greed, hot breath hitting your face. A strong pale veiny hand pins your arms above your head, his knees separating your thighs, your jaw in a bruising grip of his other hand.

"S-sir-"

"A bit too late for that." He cuts you short, before turning his head to the driver of the vehicle. "Stop the car, now."

Your heart thuds loudly against your chest as the driver pulls the car into a dark corner hidden from the streetlights, coming to a stop. Manjiro does not ease up his grip, nor does he stop gazing into your soul as he tells the driver to "get out" in less than polite terms. You can hear the door of the car open and close quietly, along with the faint flicker of a lighter as the man walks away from the car.

With the two of you alone, Manjiro doesn't hesitate to crash your lips against each other in a messy kiss. Your boss wins the battle of dominance almost immediately with the sheer force he uses to force your mouth open with his hand so that he could explore your mouth. Your moans are silenced with each bruising kiss from him, his teeth grazing your lips before his tongue swipes over the marked place, engulfing your mouth with his until your lungs burn for air.

Moans of "sir" escaped your lips in sync with every wet kiss he placed on your face and cheek. Manjiro moves his lips from your lips, to your jaw and then settles onto your neck. The feeling of his teeth grazing your neck has you mewling and leaning into his touch. His hand leaves your jaw and quickly makes its way to your skirt, hiking it up a bit to reveal your panties and the Bonten tattoo on the plush of your inner thigh.

Manjiro pulls away from your neck and you let out an annoyed whine, already craving for his mouth on your neck again. His eyes sizes up the lace panties you had worn, a wet patch forming on it and he begins to trace a finger up and down your slit, teasing you through your panties. You let out a soft "hngh" from your lips as he moves to your clothed clit, rubbing tight circles, sending waves of electricity all over your lower region.

"Don't think I'm going easy on you." He mutters whilst pushing your soaked panties aside to reveal your bare cunt. A soft whine escapes your lips as two of his fingers start entering into your tight pussy, forcing its way into your walls until you accommodate the intrusion. "As soon as I'm done stretching out this cunt, I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

You don't get to reply as his fingers begin to move at a pace that has your body trembling.

His fingers curled into you, pumping them in and out of your pussy. A loud moan escapes your lips when his fingers brush that spot, making your eyes roll back and pussy pulse around his fingers. "You like that?" He whispers close to your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin, not letting up his rough finger fucking, curling his fingers even the more that has your legs shaking and the coil in your belly tightening. "Of course you do. You like it so much, look at how you're clenching on my fingers like a needy slut." His tone is mocking and yet, it only seemed to add fire to the flame.

Your body spasms in his hold, breathing fast as a violent orgasm rips through you until it becomes a dull throbbing and your head hangs while trying to catch your breath. Manjiro pulls away from your cunt and kneels upright. You peek through your lashes, watching him impatiently unbuckle his belt with one hand and toss it aside on the floor, followed by him working down the zipper and buttons of his pants, tugging it to his knees along with his boxers to reveal his thick, veiny cock springs free of its confines, drops of pre leaking from it.

He takes his dick in his free hand and smears the tip with pre before lining it up with your hole. A quiet groan escapes your lips as he rubs his length against your glistening pussy gathering all the slick, your heavy breathing matching his own. His grip on your hands above your head tightens, keeping you in place as he positions his tip in front of your entrance.

The pain when he pushes his tip into you is almost unbearable.

Your eyes snapped shut in response and you bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming as he slowly inched into you. "It'll be much easier for the both of us if you relax." He hisses at you, before reaching for your clit and circling it gently, trying to distract you from the pain. "Breathe."

His words were like a mantra and you found yourself taking in a deep breath and letting it out, trying your hardest to relax. Slowly, the pain from being stretched out gave way to feeling so full for the first time until he was buried at the hilt. A groan escapes Manjiro's lips; the feeling of your velvety walls around his hard cock was divine and if he didn't have any ounce of self control he would have cum immediately. His hips experimental rolls against yours and the loud "Manjiro" you let out had his brain short circuiting.

Everything is a blur after that.

His pace is fast, angling himself to your g-spot and abusing it, the whole car shaking with the power of his thrusts. His finger plays with your clit, despite you screaming "too much sir, too much!" in between moans and trying to squirm away from his brutal ministrations.

"Don't run away now, (name), I'm just doing what you want. Look at how well you're doing for a virgin." He says in between pants, thrusting into you even faster. He doesn't miss the whimper escaping your lips as his tip abuses your g-spot repeatedly- in fact it only encourages him to keep up the pace. "You're so obedient, I like this version of you. Might make you my personal slut- shit-"

His balls tighten at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him at that sentence. Seeing him staring down at you condescendingly as he fucks into you hard is shamefully arousing, and your mouth can't help letting out loud moans of pleasure when his fat tip prods against your cunt.

The noises of skin slapping skin from the intensity of his thrusts in the car is obscene and noisy, you're sure the guard standing outside is well aware of what is going on.

He lets go of your clit briefly to put your leg on his bony shoulder, bringing you even closer to him and presses a hot, messy kiss on your lips, his tongue playing with yours again. You answer his kiss with another weak moan, the coil in your belly tighten once again with the urge to snap.

"You look so fucked out, it's pathetic" he laughs against your lips and moves his head to the crook of your neck. His grip tightens on your hand as he holds your trembling body in place. "I would have mistakened you for a slut if you weren't so fucking tight." His hips stutter, before regaining his pace again. He spits out darkly; "Since you're so cock hungry, maybe you should be our personal slut, huh? Bonten's cumrag?"

Maybe it's the alcohol coupled with the intense feeling of pleasure that has your mind completely dumb for him. Maybe it's because he's the one in control of everything as he rolls his hips into you, bringing you closer and closer to edge, his dark eyes clouded with lust and greed peering into yours that had you saying "yes, yes yes yes-" until your second orgasm washes over you, more intensely than the first and knocks you out completely soon after.

He falls over the edge too, pumping loads and loads of cum into you as he bucks into you with a few more thrusts, more than anything he's produced before until he's spent completely. He pulls himself away from your cunt immediately and sits on his heels, dark eyes watching cum leak out of your abused hole and pool down your cunt with interest. Manjiro's eyes flicker up to your face and realized you have passed out.

'It must have been too intense for you, huh.'

He releases your hands above your head, taking note of the fingerprint bruises on his hand and reaches for your bag to take out your wipes. He cleans the cum and specks of blood outside your cunt and tries to dab off the stain on the chair as well before tugging your skirt down and adjusting his pants. Wounding down the window of the car, Manjiro signs the driver outside to come in and he obeys immediately, putting out his cigarette on the concrete wall.

A sigh escapes his lips, in sync with the car engine revving up again. Manjiro's eyes flicker down to your sleeping figure that he's maneuvered to his lap and trails his gaze down to the marks littered all over your jaw and neck. Deft fingers circle around the swelling skin, still lost in thought about how pretty you look with his markings.

Something in him is selfish when it comes to you. He’s never been outright with his affections, but there’s just something about you that makes him want to have you in his cage, trapped with him. Perhaps it’s why he let Koko take you in all those years ago and why you haven’t died yet despite your misdeeds. Maybe it’s because he sees himself in you; the pain and the loss, the madness that you’ve buried deep down in your heart.

But for now, he’ll settle with whatever you both have. As long as you stayed with him. And as long as you stayed loyal to Bonten.

"Take us to my house."

Forever. Even in death.

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jul bc i’m thinking of miya twins x reader sandwich again but maybe wif a bit of tweencest 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 like u begging them to kiss for u and it’s reluctant but they end up liking it 🥺 and then they have their way with u huhu

hnng HNGGG hnGG 🤪🤪🤪

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — miyacest, twincest, incest (HNNNGGGG), double penetration, anal, overall nasty shit 🤧

“y-ya want us to what?”

“we’re already both balls deep inside of you and—fuck—that’s what you’re thinkin’ about?”

both twins immediately still inside of you, their breathing heavy and chests heaving from exertion. you could feel their sweat trickling down your body on both sides, making you shiver in delight at how they’re still hard and throbbing inside of you.

why? cause most cocks would instantly soften at the thought of kissing their own twin, their own blood and flesh. but these two? they’re still as hard as ever, thick and twitching.

you always knew these two were wild, but just how far would they indulge your deep and dark fantasy? you hoped they would.

“pretty please?” you pout at them, turning your head to the side until you can see both of their handsome and identical faces scrunched up in an incredulous expression.

“if you do it, i’ll let both of you fuck me in the same hole,” you proposition them, making a show of clenching and unclenching your stuffed pussy around their dicks with a loud moan, causing them to gasp and curse—atsumu groaning as he bumps his forehead on your shoulder and osamu leaning on the headboard with his eyes closed.

“yup...i’ve seen both of your search histories, and they never lie.”

you didn’t know it was possible, but their bodies stiffened even more. it’s true that the brothers share fantasies of fucking you in the same hole—mouth, pussy, ass, wherever you can take both of them. they just didn’t expect that it would be at the cost of them kissing.

atsumu and osamu stare at each other for what feels like millions of years before they sigh heavily, their intense gazes never wavering as both of them loosen their resolve.

“fuck it.”

when you blink, you catch their plump lips meeting in a messy kiss, their tongues clashing and strings of saliva mixing with each other’s. you’re squished between them even more, all the muscled ridges and planes of their bodies shaping your softer and more rounded one.

they both groan into each other’s mouths, eyes closed as they nip and lick at their lips. your eyes are wide and shocked, watching the two brothers make out with each other like how they do with you, like it’s not their first time doing this.

they suddenly remember that you’re there, pussy quivering and fluttering around their twitching cocks. there’s a pit in your stomach that’s stirring and clenching, so fucking turned on at watching atsumu and osamu make out with a passion that rivals yours.

their hips start moving again, loud squelches filling the stuffy room, along with the wet clicks of their mouths meeting. the twins keep moving their heads, finding the angle that best suits them as they both fuck into you at the same time.

your cries are broken and loud, whimpers spurring them on as they both spear you on their cocks at a pace that’s harder and faster than before.

the relief that fills your body at your request being granted is not as big as the relief that floods the twins’ chests. their sighs against each other’s lips are both pleasured and relieved, small smiles gracing the corners of their mouth as their foreheads press together, the other twin swallowing the other’s groans and curses.

if you only knew how long both atsumu and osamu wanted to show you their brotherly love in a much more passionate and carnal way...because after all, it’s always been the two of them against the world, against each other’s bodies, until you came along to fill the missing piece of their love.

noooooo i don't have a praise kink haha..... it's just a coincidence that my pupils turn into little pink hearts when you tell me i've done a good job 🥴🥴🥴