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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘, [𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌] -> 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝙷𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚒, 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘, 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒, 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝙼𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚒

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜/𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚗,

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~12𝙺 [𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚃𝚃]

AAKXHAK With how my lil brother left for the vacation early I lowkey felt a little weird not having him around the house so that slowed down my writing because I stress for no reason.

But to get over it I just wrote this as it was on my mind for a while. I love seeing relationships from someone else's POV, especially if that someone sees what's wrong about it... And they're not important- also since this was forced out of me during a writers blog its very slow paced and badly written so bear with me TT

I just needed to do SOMETHING so this may be weird cuz it doesn't necessarily focus on you and Mikey until we reach the end :')

Akio Shinsato [Random name don't worry] didn't know that starting off as a high positioned person in a huge criminal organization would be so utterly confusing and appalling.

The man in his late-twenties had an extraordinary feature to adapt to violent crimes in seconds so it was no surprise he ended up working for the highest criminal organization in Japan yet; Bonten.

And Bonten... Was not it.

First off he read on the rules and what not when he was put to work under Bonten's number 2, Sanzu Haruchiyo.

His boss was... Simply to put; crazy and unhinged. But Sanzu's most recognizable trait had to be his undeniable loyalty to Bonten's leader, Manjiro Sano, or better known as Mikey. A trait that could almost be called "admirable", but Akihiko would prefer it be called "obsession" as it was more fitting. Sanzu didn't have the "Loyal Mad Dog" nickname by just admiring Mikey like a normal crazy criminal, he had to take it a step further.

And said crazy lunatic held all of his underlings to a very high standard as well, expecting them all to hold the same loyalty to Bonten- to Mikey as Sanzu did, anyone who didn't meet those expectations would for sure be at the end of the dog's wrath and katana.

So worship Mikey, no slacking and listen to Sanzu; easy enough right? Wrong.

What Bonten enthusiasts and stalkers failed to mention to Akio were the unspoken rules of working so closely with the organization's executives. Especially if you're in a high enough position to sometimes catch a glimpse of the their personal lives, which he was.

It began with Rule 1: Mikey, the invincible Mikey, leader of Bonten, had a lover.

Now it should come as no surprise to anyone since Mikey is powerful enough to have anyone he wants hang off his arm with just one word.

But for some reason Akio was rather shocked when he overheard a few guards talking about it during lunch.

"They came to visit personally today?" Akio stood still at attention when the words of his coworkers reached his ears, chopsticks stopping right before reaching his mouth, only listening in since he recognized the two as the men on guard duty for today. Two assigned men guarded outside the room and two inside whenever a meeting took place. Of course if it was in Bonten's area, if not there would be a lot more quantity in numbers.

They made sure to stand still whenever Mikey had to discuss offers and trades with figures that Akio knew better than to look on the eye, yet if any suspicious activity coming from the "guests" was spotted Sanzu would execute them on the spot. That's how little they mattered to someone like Mikey.

'Who are they talking about?' Akio wondered, opening his mouth to start chewing down the meat he was eating. He knew that they knew that Sanzu would cut them up into pieces if he found out they didn't follow his orders to stand still for the entire day and evening, so who could possibly have the gall and audacity to walk and stand in front of the meeting room when they could be working.

"Yup, it seems the big boss finally let them wander out of the house." Akio's co-worker hummed, chewing on the luxury food that Bonten provided for the high ranking employees "After the kidnapping attempt that was made a month ago I thought Mikey would lock them up for a year, he was super adamant of not letting them go out at all..." The other one sighed, his voice quiet as a whisper where Akio barely heard it. Almost as if calling Bonten's leader by his name was a sin punishable by death... Well it was, Sanzu would drag them to hell personally.

"Must be tough being his lover, they even had a collar around their neck, looked like a tracking device too." By that Akio nearly choked on his next bite of food, swiftly placing down his chopsticks to grab the glass of water and chug it down, washing down the food from his throat. Mikey's lover? Did their leader even have the capacity to feel such emotions? Could he even feel lust let alone love? Mikey looked like he never wanted anything, so detached from the world.

Akio has only stolen glances at Mikey before, the possibility of Sanzu most definitely plucking Akio's eyes out with his own fingers for exhibition such blasphemy towards the king by staring scared Akio enough, making a few glances seem more than enough.

The man wore dark baggy clothes, his dark pools of nothingness all but stared into your soul and the white hair gave Mikey a ghostly presence. His apperance would pop up in your mind if you thought of a sleep paralysis demon not a criminal leader. That demon loved someone? Or cared enough to make them his lover?

'For pleasure maybe...' Akio was a man of logic, obviously he'd come to that conclusion when calculating -trying to at least- Mikey's character, maybe Mikey preferred you so much he saved you from a kidnapping attempt, then again that could be because he didn't want you to tell information to the enemy. Yeah it's definitely the latter.

Still, was the lover that daring as if to desperately wait for Mikey while looking like a pet with that collar? It seems so.

Akio was rather curious to see Mikey's lover in the flesh. Every other executive had a lover that was let go of within a month or two because they'd grow bored, you must be the same right?

Apperantly no.

Then came Rule 2: You being free to walk around whenever you want.

Akio was informed about girls and prostitutes being called over to the headquarters every now and then, but they only ever went to the Haitani's and Kokonoi's offices as those three were in charge of such business.

So when Akio saw you, modestly dressed with clothes and accessories from expensive brands that would definitely make a dent in his pockets despite him being a high ranking guard in Bonten, he knew you were Mikey's lover.

If not for that it was for the collar that hugged around your neck, it looked really pretty and Akio would've taken it as a fashion choice if it wasn't for the letter "M" hanging from the collar in a small chain, dangling as you walked around the place with no trouble, seemingly like it was a daily routine to take a walk through Bonten's headquarters.

"Do you have any business here?" As soon as he saw you approach closer to the meeting room Akio had to stop you and stand in front of you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe in what seemed boredom and light suspicion, mostly at what enticed the Bonten leader to keep you around and not why you were here.

You looked back at him in surprise, probably not familiar with this sudden treatment.

A look of realization crossed your face when you realized he might be a new recruit, a small polite smile pulled up your lips much to his surprise as you nodded "I came here to see Mikey." Even carelessly saying his name in Bonten's headquarters- Akio couldn't help but to visibly cringe, imagining what Sanzu would do to you if he heard a mere lover say the king's name so lightly.

Speak of the devil.

Akio's eyes narrowed at you, an action that when paired with the harshness of his expression clearly caused your shoulders to tense up and your light expression to fall into awkwardness, he almost scoffed in sarcasm at your soft demeanor despite being inside the headquarters of Bonten, you'd be eaten alive "For that you must make a-..." Yet he held his tongue once hearing familiar, harsh footsteps swiftly approaching towards the two of you, the threatening growl escaping from his boss' throat caused Akio to shudder in fear when it reached his ears, and despite not being able to meet his boss' eyes the daggers in form of a glare burned holes at the back of his head to the point he got goosebumps.

Akio considered himself lucky when all that happened was Sanzu's hand tightly grasping a fistful of hair from the back of Akio's head and painfully pushed him down into a bow in front of you-

Wait a bow? Wasn't that a respectful gesture? Akio expected a harsh punch to his face because he was slacking to talk to you instead of working but instead Sanzu made him bow?

"You worthless piece of shit, do you not have any manners huh!? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU SPEAK AND LOOK AT THEM SO CASUALLY!?" Sanzu's exasperated voice might as well have sounded out throughout the entire building- it wasn't strange for the pink haired male to make a bloody example over whatever poor soul had made a small mistake in his presence, even if it was his own men- ESPECIALLY if it was his own men.

Sanzu doesn't kill them but he does leave them bloody on the floor, even giving them extra shifts after that beating with no breaks.

'I just started two weeks ago too...' Akio bit his tongue to not let his voice slip past his lips, fully bowing respectfully to you like one would to a superior and once realizing that Sanzu let go of Akio's hair, still Akio kept his body tense as a harsh smack on his head was delivered shortly after "Stay like that." Sanzu barked out an order and Akio followed, choosing life. He kept his eyes to the floor but his ears were attentive to the words you and Sanzu spoke, curiosity getting the better of him.

"I apologise about his rude behavior [Y/N], he's still inexperienced." Akio blinked at Sanzu's switch to the unusual laid back and somewhat polite tone, speaking to you as if you were a familiar person or friend. He needed to process why his psychotic boss was speaking to you in a way he'd only speak to the executive when in a very, VERY good mood.

'Their name is [Y/N]...' Akio made the mistake of lifting his gaze to glance up at you only for Sanzu to catch him and smack his head again, another warning for the male to keep looking down "I'll be sure to punish him thoroughly and teach him a lesson." And Sanzu's threatening hiss made it clear to Akio that he'd be missing more than just a few teeth and fingers after tonight, the heated glare from Sanzu was burning holes at this point.

But then he heard you step closer to them "No! There's no need for that Sanzu, he didn't do anything wrong." It was rather... Unfamiliar for anyone to go against Sanzu when Sanzu wanted to punish someone, even the other executives were met with a fight by him, so because of that, and despite his best efforts to not do it, Akio carefully glanced at Sanzu to see reaction in curiosity and anticipation but instead seeing a rare emotionless expression on his boss 'Why are they defending me?' Akio then looked back down once catching a glimpse of your harmless smile, guilt settling itself in Akio's chest uncomfortably "I was just asking when the meeting was about to end, Mikey and I are supposed to go to dinner soon."

Now you lied for him? Sanzu hated lies.

The guilt only grew further, his hands tightening into fists as if to hold himself back from saying anything, Akio was getting defended by you when you were at greater danger for God's sake. At least he was still a high ranking person, you were just Mikey's lover who Sanzu might deem unworthy-

"Kind as ever... It's a pain in the ass, you know that right [Y/N]?" But then Akio heard Sanzu only give a hopeless sigh and playfully take a jab at you in response after a silent moment of thinking. There was no way Sanzu out of all people would believe that...

"If you want to go see the king just enter the meeting room, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to see you." Sanzu's tone quickly chirped up gleefully in a way Akio had yet to process, it was confusing... Revolting even... "It's all thanks to you he's starting to eat again, Mikey was so stressed when you were grabbed and nearly thrown into the car like that." Was that... Pity???

He heard you respond in an apologetic tone "I... Should've been more careful, I'm sorry. I caused Mikey and the rest of you a lot of panic..." Akio didn't know the details, but he was sure it wasn't your fault. You seemed to be inexperienced in whatever business Bonten was in. At first Akio had assumed you might have been one of Haitani's or Kokonoi's club girls- or an assassin Mikey found somewhat entertaining, but you were the opposite; belonging into a happier and more normal life- so why were you here with Mikey?

Akio couldn't help the numbness that spread through him at the thought that you were forced against your will despite not having a dept or money to pay up to, Mikey picked you up from somewhere simply because he could. And you had to accept it.

"Oh, it wasn't your fault [Y/N]~" Akio's eyes widened in surprise at the sentence, his tense body relaxing but he knew he got goosebumps at this new side of his boss, sure maybe Mikey could, but why was Sanzu so uncharacteristically nice to you too? "The world is better off without those scraps anyways, and they were the lowest of the low considering they dared touch you." The sadistic undertone in Sanzu's voice was as clear as day, followed by a delightful giggle and finally allowed Akio to stand back up straight "Come on, I'll escort you into the meeting."

Akio glanced at his boss, the scarred lips that were usually in a scowl being pulled up into a grin- a softer grin than the one he cackled with when an execution happened. Sanzu then stepped to your side and tapped your back to make you start walking "Thank you, Sanzu." You gave Sanzu an appreciative smile and Akio was sure Sanzu's soft grin turned into a proud, cocky smirk because of it, then you glanced at Akio himself, the man flinched from the sight of your [E/C] eyes on him, somewhat still lively in gentleness and sanity that pulled at protective instincts Akio didn't know he had "Sorry for the trouble." A shy yet kind smile was shown to him as you passed by him to get to the meeting room, one that Akio had been sure he had left behind way long ago yet here it was...

Sanzu passed by him as well but his boss tilted his head to look back at Akio, previous mischievous eyes narrowing into an irritated glare once he caught sight of Akio "Now scram and go do something useful. I better not see your ass slacking like a fucking imbecile."

Akio hoped to never meet you again as that was one of the most stressful situations he's been into and it's just his second week on the job! But also because of the simple fact he detested your presence inside of Bonten, you didn't belong here- too clean to be in Mikey's clutches and be owned by him like the rest of Bonten was. And the way his mind was stuck on how Sanzu looked at you as he escorted you away, clearly protective but there was something... More that Akio couldn't make out- not that he wanted to! It wasn't his business anyway.

At least now he knows to just let you pass through the halls and rooms as you pleased.

Then he was presented with Rule 3: Witnessing just how much Mikey loved you.

Luckily for Akio he hadn't lost limbs nor was he demoted after that encounter, Sanzu looked like... He forgot about it... And Akio was always on edge because of it, even unable to sleep at the growing possibility that his boss would remember and suddenly backstab him with that katana of his.

'I wish, at least that would be less painful.' Akio thought to himself helplessly, despite that he still kept the nonchalant expression on his face, standing guard with someone else inside the meeting room his third week. A small meeting being held between the executives; Kokonoi, the younger Haitani, Mochizuki and Mikey. Kakucho for some reason left in the middle of the meeting, he got a text and once he showed it to Mikey he was granted permission to leave.

Akio finally got the chance to get a good look at Mikey without Sanzu breathing down his neck and he found out all his assumptions were somewhat correct. The leader barely spoke, only if necessary or found the need to make sharp and merciless orders with an uncaring tone, hearing everyone's opinion before he made a decision but Akio also assumed Mikey might have been too bored to talk so he picked the opinion that was the most similar to his own. The white haired male also kept looking at his phone in irritation every few minutes, Akio had to wonder just what made him that fixated on it. It had been souring Mikey's mood the second Kakucho left.

His question was answered by Kakucho arriving soon after, except this time someone else was with him.

Akio's eyes glanced to the double doors once they began to crack open, only to still and widen his eyes once he saw you, Kakucho himself holding one of the doors open for you instead of the guards.

"Here you go, please be careful." The usual stern executive spoke in a softer voice, his face had relaxed as the mismatched eyes gazed upon you with unusual tenderness, indicating this wasn't as much of a job as it was something he wanted to do.

"Thank you, Kakucho. Sorry I put you through the trouble." Akio quickly glanced away once your voice snapped him out of his surprised state, silently taking a deep breath through his nose to calm himself down from remembering the intense and complicated emotions he had about you "It was nothing, don't worry about it." So he kept his eyes straight to his superiors, only being more shocked once he processed Mikey's reaction at your presence.

A pleasant small smile easily stretched up Mikey's lips, so easily to the point it dismissed the fact Mikey kept on a dead nonchalant expression on his face the entire time. His half lidded eyes almost had an unnatural lively glow to them as he stared at you, cheeks tinting up to a soft pink that understandably stood out through the pale white skin.

Mikey's body relaxed on the chair and he spoke "I'm glad you came to see me again my angel~ did you have a pleasant ride with Kakucho?" The leader's voice was such a gentle tone as he cooed at you, raising one of his hands and motioned for you to come closer.

Akio stared in astonishment, confusion and... Dread. The man's hands that were locked behind his back began twitching and sweating once he saw you walk closer to Mikey.

The executives began greeting you with smiles and grins as you passed by them to get to Mikey, the mood of the room changing while you said your cheerful hellos to the top executives in Bonten before finally standing next to Mikey.

But Akio wasn't processing that, the man just stared and took in Mikey's change. The closer you approached the worst Mikey's expression got. His smile turned into a grin once you gently cupped his face with one hand, eyes swirling with a desperate darkness when you smiled down at him "Mhm!" You answered with a giggle and leaned down to give Mikey a small peck on the lips, only for Mikey to suddenly grab your face with both his hands and tug you closer again for another kiss, then another, each kiss lasting longer than the next.

One of Mikey's hands trailing behind your head and keeping you still, Akio's breath got caught up in his throat when he noticed Mikey's tongue invite itself in your mouth, unlike your closed eyes that were shut tight his leader's were still slightly open, staring at you, like Mikey didn't dare to stop looking at you 'Are they seriously making out right now?' The guard couldn't look away because of shock but why was everyone acting like this is normal?

-Thankfully for him- You quickly took action, placing your hands on Mikey's shoulder and physically pushed yourself away from Mikey to slip through his hold. Akio silently sighed in relief once the muffled kissing sounds stopped but then he broke out into cold sweat at the sudden loss of emotion in the leader's face within a second, eyes small and shaking, clenched jaw and lips slightly parted to bare his teeth.

'Fuck, he's going to kill them...' Akio pursed his lips and tried to remind himself to breath, the temperature having dropped to subzero by Mikey's crazed expression simply because you pulled away.

Mikey tilted his head to look at you and Akio believed this would be your end, but once Mikey saw your bashful red expression, your eyes staring at the floor instead as you lightly gripped your own arm in embarrassment, it seemed he understood why you pulled away; from being flustered rather than not wanting his kisses.

So just like that Mikey went back to showing a small smile on his face.

'Did he really not think they pulled away because they were embarrassed...?' Akio pitied your position, breathing properly again as the rapid beating in his heart slowed down. Finding it over the top even for Mikey to react in such a way because you apperantly didn't want to kiss him... Did you really have such a strong grasp at his emotions? Akio sighed, he found it silly... And dangerous.

"What's wrong angel, did you get embarrassed?" Mikey giggled in mock innocence, playfully teasing you as he reached out to hold your hand instead "Yeah... A-a little." The male chuckled at your answer, seemingly finding your reasoning adorable as he gently began rubbing his thumb on your palm.

Akio began scanning the other executives, they were acting like this was a normal tuesday and it wasn't creeping them out at all, the younger Haitani was on his phone probably playing a game to pass the time, Kokonoi kept checking the papers, Kakucho had sat down next to Mochizuki and joined him on munching on the food on the table. It looked like they were on a small, comfortable break rather than discussing the gun deal with one of their partners. Even his coworker visibly relaxed a little!

Why was HE the only one feeling goosebumps when Mikey brought your hand to his lips and gave it a tender kiss "How cute~" Mikey chuckled and then patted his lap, Akio noticed how with that simple action you immediately knew what to do by placing your bag on the table, careful not to have it cover any of the papers "Come on, sit down, I still have a little bit of work to do but I can make some time for you angel." And with the order given you swiftly sat down on his lap, Mikey smiling in delight at how quickly you reacted, wrapping his arms around you and laying his head right on the crook of your neck, next to your collar.

Just when Akio thought the meeting will continue normally Mikey tilted his head towards your neck and began giving you gentle and soft kisses. The small smile on Mikey's face would've been cute if Akio didn't know how the male has killed hundreds with his bare hands.

A gulp was swallowed unconsciously, brows knitting in confusion as he observed how Mikey's cheeks went aflame into a bright red when you lifted your hand up to pat his head instead of pushing him away. Akio knew Mikey wasn't a stable person, hearing many stories of how the leader usually had tantrums or fits of violence, even attempting to hurt himself before but the unstable expression on Mikey's face right now wasn't loving or adoration.

It looked like straight up desperation and need of wanting to pounce on you and take you right then and there. Obsessive to the point Akio witnessed Mikey's teeth graze your neck, wanting to bite and do more than just kisses but stopping each time.

"Did you have a nice sleep? I had to come to work early so I couldn't check on you properly this morning." Mikey hummed softly, hoping to distract himself with talking so he wouldn't latch his mouth onto your neck, one hand grasping tightly at your waist and the other lifting up to pat your head "I'm just upset you couldn't make it to breakfast and lunch, make it up to me by having dinner together okay?" Your lips pulled into a small pout as you all but demanded of the leader, sure Akio could consider it a cute demand mixed in with the worry about his health but would Mikey let it slide...? "Alright we'll eat dinner together so please don't be upset~ you're so sweet to worry about me~" Yes, yes he would.

Dear lord watching Bonten's top act like this was tiring, simply by the fact how easily you could make Mikey switch emotions, and one wrong move could have them all killed.

Akio was willing to bet Mikey had talked more to you than what he's said in the 2 hour meeting before you arrived. The male wasn't sure if Mikey even listened once Koko proceeded with the meeting, the leader just kept nuzzling to you and sometimes whispering words nobody could hear in your ear, but they got you really flustered so it was easy to assume the words that he had said.

The predatory glint in Mikey's eyes as you blushed and turned away pouting wasn't missed by anyone, and while they all knew better than to talk Akio couldn't help but to feel guilty as he observed your embarrassment starting to turn into displeasure. Bitting your lower lip and kept staring down at your lap instead once the overwhelming affection and being used like a cuddle toy for stress relief starting to get to you.

Akio didn't take Mikey as an observant person because the other didn't seem to give a fuck about his surroundings unless he was fighting but he was proven wrong when Mikey seemed so sensitive to your mood changes, seeing your current expression he must've assumed you were growing bored of the meeting or upset at all the violence that was thrown around for you to listen to.

"Do I have anything scheduled for dinner tonight?" Mikey asked Kokonoi, this time around he had given his answers and orders faster, not listening to anyone's opinion and instead deciding to explain the plans himself right as the questions and options were given to him- is that why Sanzu encouraged you to just go into meetings? Because Mikey not only worked faster but better as long as he had you there?

Akio now wondered what was up with Kokonoi. The male checked the schedule and visibly turned annoyed and irritated after reading it "Yes, we agreed to go to dinner wi-"

"Cancel it."

"Yes boss."

And he was more than happy to cancel it.

'... Just like that?' Akio's mouth was slightly agape in hopelessness, Mikey canceled an important dinner just so he can have one with you instead... And none of those others tried swaying him away from his decision.

Maybe they knew better than to do so, not with Mikey's enamored gaze locked on you as he gently patted your hair and mumbled options of where you'd want to go eat. Manjiro Sano simply couldn't keep his hands off you.

In came Rule 4: You weren't immune to Mikey's bad mood, you actually took the fall to make him feel better instead.

Akio thought it was a sick twisted joke by fate. The reason why he suddenly became your guard and even drove you to places was never explained to him, Sanzu just dropped that bombshell on him randomly and told him to deal with it.

"If you get too close to them I'll kill you." Sanzu threatened him with an annoyed glare, and despite Akio nodding firmly, understanding his boss' words Sanzu just got even more agitated as he explained your schedule and what Akio would do. For some reason the look Sanzu was sending him had Akio considering that this was either a trap or a test. Most likely a trap. Even his co workers were asking if his funeral would be a closed casket one because one mistake and Sanzu- now Mikey too would leave him unrecognizable.

"Taking care of [Y/N] is an honor bestowed upon you, so don't take it lightly. I assume you know what will happen if you don't properly take care of the king's angel."

'Mikey himself will do the honor of making me experience hell.' Akio finished in his thoughts as he glared at the ground from the unfair situation. Holding the car's back door open for you and Mikey to enter. His eyes lingered a little too long on your trembling form, Akio didn't want to know what happened but Mikey must've been in a bad mood to take you with him to the slaughterhouse, and by how you spend hours in there Akio presumed it wasn't just a light kill but full on torture. 'Blood...' His eyes scanned the small splatters of red dots on your clothes, did Mikey force you to watch closely or forced you to do anything?

You didn't look well, your face was pale and he caught tears bubbling up and hazing your eyes as you entered the car first. Akio's previous hard expression softened as he couldn't help but to stare in pity, wondering if he should suggest to Mikey to take you to the hospital instead-

"What are you doing?"

Akio flinched once Mikey's low voice demanded of him, interrupting his thoughts. He forgot how to breath when the dread crept up his spine from the temperature that suddenly dropped several degrees all because Mikey suddenly had his sight on Akio.

Slowly, Akio dared to shift his eyes towards his leader that was now facing him, still unable to utter a word once making contact with the terrifying eyes, possessiveness swirling in the dark abyss. Mikey stepped closer to him with only the car door separating the two, beginning to raise his hand up to Akio's face slowly. Mikey's brows knitted together in frustration, eyes widening and his pupils shrunk, shaking in what Akio assumed to be hatred as he was glared at.

"You... Just where are you looking at with those disgusting eyes? Only I can look at [Y/N] like that."

Akio could hear his own heart rapidly beating in his ears as a warning to run, breaking off into a cold sweat when Mikey's hand was inches away, the fingers starting to block Akio's vision and despite all his senses screaming at him to move- to do something, Akio stood still at the small glimpse of Mikey's eyes still glaring at him.

"Mikey." But again, like the savior you were to Akio, you quickly interrupted that, hastily reaching from inside of the car to grasp at your lover's sleeve and tug to get his attention.

And Mikey, as always prioritizing you first, stopped, retracting his hand. The white haired male was still keeping his now nonchalant gaze directed at Akio, almost as if to test if Akio would dare look back at you for help. But when he didn't Mikey finally tore his eyes from him to look at you instead.

Akio had to force himself to breathe again, gulping down the lump in his throat after the demon looked away from him. Yet he couldn't help but to clench his jaw at seeing Mikey give you such a cold look, almost as if waiting for you to do more than just say his name- EXPECTING you to know what to do to calm his bad mood 'You always say you love them so much but this...' Akio believed even the worst of individuals can fall in love deeply, cliche sure yet it was a sweet thought especially with how even a few men in his group have happy families despite their business, but what Mikey felt towards you wasn't love. It was a a sickly twisted version of it, corrupted obsession at best.

"Can we go home? Please... I just want to go home..." Your pitiful whimpers and pleases squeezed at Akio's heart in pain, yet all he could do was hang his head low to stare at the ground and steal glances at Mikey instead, this clearly wasn't a balanced relationship, especially when you followed your words up with an actual cry "M-manjiro please... I want to go home... I wanna be alone with you..."

Mikey's unmoving expression finally cracked; not to reveal one of regret or sadness, no. Akio could only comprehend it as delight when Mikey showed a small smile at your tears "Was it that scary angel?~" Mikey completely forgot about him, opting to rather lean down and cup your face as he gently cooed.

The overjoyed giggle that slipped past Mikey's lips when you nodded made Akio shudder "How about I comfort you? Would you like that?~ And you can help me too as I was having a bad day." Mikey's tone noticeably darkened as he kissed at your wet cheeks, voice going into a low whisper rather than words and Mikey clearly shifted his eyes to make eye contact with Akio as he finished his words "Y-yes..." Was your only answer.

Akio remained quiet as always, unmoving, returning his sight to the ground below "Oi." Until Mikey called on him, voice ice cold again but he didn't lift his gaze up to the other, only listening "Drive us back to the penthouse. And drive slowy." Akio quickly nodded and once Mikey finally entered the car Akio closed the door for him. Walking back to the driver's side and opening the door to get inside 'Why... Why am I the only one here...?' Such a question flew past him. Shouldn't there be more guards? Why was he the only one on duty?

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Akio didn't understand why Mikey told him to drive slowly- until he did. And Akio hated it. His thoughts were a mess after Mikey had nearly plucked his eyes out simply for staring at you and all Akio wanted was to just drop you off so he could go back to the comfort of his room, only for the soft kissing sounds to bring him back to reality, his senses sharp and aware- then it clicked to Akio what Mikey wanted to do. The sloppy kisses turned into whimpers and whines, then moans- and of course this was part of his job apperantly! Make sure Mikey is left satisfied but this...

Akio gripped the wheel of the car tightly, hands shaking and knuckles turning white, eyes wide and barely focusing on the road. He had half a mind to stop the car or crash it, but he knew he'd die uselessly on the first one and he didn't want to test the possibility that he might harm you if he followed the second option.

Vomit quickly formed at the back of his throat when he heard smacking sound out from the backseats- then followed by an actual slap, he didn't even have to wonder who slapped who as he recognized your yelp in surprise, probably from the stinging pain now blooming on your cheek. Nevertheless Akio just clenched his jaw and gulped it back down in disgust.

Akio also listened to Mikey's demanding orders and degrading words, and he bit the inside of his cheek when Akio himself was mentioned in Mikey's hiss of insults. Akio knew tears were threatening to spill off him when his vision blurred, just as Mikey wanted the ride was slow and steady.

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Once he arrived at Mikey's penthouse where you also resided, Akio exited the car and immediately brought a hand up to rub at his eyes, letting out a shaky and unstable sigh as the memories replayed in his head against Akio's will. Traffic made everything hell, once Akio finally believed he had composed himself enough he opened the backseat door for you and Mikey to step out. The spare and small glance Akio stole at Mikey, who stepped out first, gave him insight of the somewhat messy hair and light flush on his face, meanwhile Akio didn't even dare look at you to see your state as Mikey offered a hand to help you get out of the car.

"You can lean on me angel, you know that right?" Mikey's demeanor had softened from his previous bad mood that much was clear, his voice had toned down into a tender whisper as he spoke to you and Akio was sure Mikey was petting you without even having to look "... Take the car to get cleaned then you can leave." Another thing Akio was sure of was that the strict order was for him, so without any resistance he nodded and got back inside the car, once the car door slammed shut the wet tears finally dripped down his cheeks in frustration and guilt.

'They don't deserve that... They don't.'

It was a plea in his mind and a choked out sob audibly, Akio hoped the car wasn't bugged.

Suddenly Akio really hated this job he once prided himself with. He didn't know why he cared about you because usually this wouldn't matter to him but he did care, and seeing you in these situations made him feel sick. His once composed and calculating attitude broke down when he thought of you suffering despite having no faults nor any business with Bonten.

He was unable to move once the comfort of being alone hit him, his head leaned down until it bumped to the wheel in desperation and self-loathing 'Fuck... What should I do...?' Akio considered himself pathetic for just crying about the problem while you suffered through it, but it was especially hard considering who he'd be up against- fucking Manjiro Sano that's who.

And the final rule, Rule 5: Is that it wasn't JUST Mikey. That was the worst part in this whole nightmarish ordeal.

"Hey... Are you..." Akio finally spoke, eyes on the road and hands tightly holding the wheel, he was ordered to pick you up to take you to the restaurant you were going to dine at with not only Mikey but the rest of the executives as well. Akio stole a quick glance at you and noticed your surprised expression, simply at the fact he was talking to you "Are you okay?" The words stuck at the tip of his tongue were finally asked and Akio's heart stood at ease for some reason, finally being able to freely speak to you, a few weeks having passed after that slaughterhouse incident.

"Huh...? I... Yes, I'm alright." Your surprised tone quickly shifted, voice light and reassuring yet it had the opposite effect on him "Are you sure...?" Again Akio asked, unable to shake off the anxiety growing inside of him the closer you reached to the restaurant "... Yup! Thank you for your concern sir." You again replied, voice more cheerful than before.

But Akio wasn't the usual person you deal with at the stores or restaurants where Mikey took you to have fun in, he could recognize the slight pause before you start talking, the shaky undertone, it seemed like practiced lines to him. Not to mention how you weren't even allowed to use his name.

"You're not."

Akio breathed out unconsciously, slowing down the car to a stop once it reached a red light. Akio couldn't help but look back at you in pain, his breathing quiet yet he was having a hard time to keep it even "You're... Not okay. It's not okay..." Your expression quickly cracked from the usual polite smile you displayed in public, eyes wide once you understood what he meant and you quickly looked down to your lap, trying not to break down because of such a simple question and statement. Eyes into tight, shaking fists "I-I have no idea what you mean... Please just... Just drive to the restaurant..."

Not that Akio blamed you for such a reaction, this must have been an unusual situation considering no one would dare do this knowing they'd go against Mikey. No one other than him has asked if you were okay because Mikey doesn't allow it.

Akio's expression softened, letting go of the wheel with one of his hands and patted your shoulder as if to comfort you, the simple contact making you heavily flinch and turn your head to look at him in shock, the expression that displayed surprise quickly turned terrified once you processed that someone else other than Mikey dared touch you, you breathed out heavily "N-no..." Again, with that small and scared voice in desperation, Akio ached at the thought of what Mikey had threatened you with to the point you were scared of someone touching you and him finding out about it "I can help you escape this you know, you don't belong here-"

"I belong to him."

Akio frowned at your sudden response, almost as if they were etched to your very soul. Your voice had cracked and you were tightly holding at your chest, slow breathing uneven while forcing yourself to give Akio a light glare "I-I belong to Mikey..." You repeated again in confirmation, yet Akio couldn't sense malicious intent behind the narrowed eyes.

"He hurts you." Akio reminded you, glancing at the traffic signal and finally starting the car once again, driving very slowly to drag this conversations out in hopes of convincing you, not that you had much of a choice "... But he also loves me." You contradicted the other weakly, your glare and demeanor softening once he began driving again, thinking you were going to the restaurant after all.

"That's not love-"

Akio got interrupted when the phone Mikey had given you rang, obviously displaying Mikey's contact name on the screen "Don't pick up." The firm tone made you flinch yet it also stopped thumb from making contact with the screen and answering the call. The phone was probably heavily bugged and only being able to call or receive calls from Mikey and the executives.

Akio knew you were taught by Mikey to follow orders, sure, just MIKEY'S order because no one else would dare talk to you. But what the white haired male had failed to predict was that if someone else told you to do something you would obey them as well because of such taught behavior.

'You shot yourself on the foot with this one.'

You looked back at Akio, fear evident in your eyes but it was unclear if you feared him or the consequences if you didn't pick up Mikey's call, Akio had his bets on the latter "Please don't do this... I-if you take me to the restaurant I won't tell Mikey..." You glanced out of the window while weakly threatening, looking at the roads and Akio appreciated how you listened to him, just holding your phone as it continued to ring. It also confirmed how if he approached this calmly you would listen to him.

"We're not going there... How about we give you a nice place to hide in for the time being until I find a way to make sure you escape Japan, don't you have any relatives that live abroad?" Akio sighed, a small smile playing on his face as he took a different turn than the one he was supposed to, he did already have a small place for you to stay at that was secure enough. And he has already contacted someone you previously had ties with.

Akio knew you wouldn't be easy to convince to leave, all that time with someone like Mikey and how you behaved when Mikey was in a good mood are clear indications that you might have developed Stockholm Syndrome, but because of those punishments your personality had turned more meek and obedient as a result. Akio glanced at your phone once it stopped ringing... Then shortly after it rung again, then stopped. It repeated a few more times as he drove the car on the outskirts of the city and to a more secluded area, only a few cars remaining within the roads in quite a large distance.

Your expression faltered as you stared down at it, looking ready to give in and answer the phone when then non stop messages were sent to you and Akio saw your hands started to tremble from whatever was written "I'll take care of that." And to make sure you didn't get swayed Akio reached in and grabbed your phone, not tearing his eyes away from the road as he rolled down the window of his side, swiftly throwing the phone out much to your surprise.

"I really think this is unnecessary! Please turn back... I-if not he'll be angry." Your voice was calm but the way you sounded so hopeless made Akio sigh, like you knew Mikey would catch up to you sooner or later. He parked the car right in the vacant streets before looking at you. Adrenaline rushing through the male once he faced you without anyone threatening to rip his eyes out. He knew this was a suicide mission but he just couldn't leave you in the hands of Mikey and let you experience hell everyday because Mikey said so.

"Don't you miss your life before Mikey?"

By such a simple question Akio had you stunned, frozen in your seat. Your mouth lightly agape with your pretty [E/C] eyes starring at him in shock. Akio detected you also seemed terrified shortly after.

No sounds were made except for a few cars driving by but Akio couldn't focus on that, he just needed you to admit you wanted to go back, to go away.

But then he saw a forced smile twitching up your lips, tears rolling down your cheeks and Akio perceived your expression as a twisted form of happiness in trying to hide your fear

"No, I don't."

He stared at you with an expressionless gaze then sighed, not surprised yet seeming a little disappointed 'As expected, it's Stockholm Syndrome.'

"... I'm sorry." Your words caught him off guard, Akio wondered if it was because he seemed disappointed, only to notice how your eyes were looking behind him. Realization dawned on the male and the confusion suddenly turned to shock "They-"

His voice was left as a gasp because of how the window got smashed in, Akio wincing after a few broken pieces of the glass stuck on his back, only for the pained sensation to disappear into fear of the hand that grabbed at his hair just like before "I told you before you idiotic fuck." Akio unwillingly glanced behind to look at the person, unsurprisingly it was Sanzu, his exposed arm and hand bleeding from smashing through the window, eyes wide with a crazed glare down at him yet the usual sadistic smile pulled into a grin "If you get too close to them I'll kill you." Sanzu laughed, yanking him forward for a sharp shard of glass still standing on the window to get stuck right on his back.

"Finally!~ I was so sick of you too! And you fucked up in the worst was possible!" The pink haired male announced in twisted joy, momentarily letting go of Akio to open the car door instead. Akio's breathing quickened once he fully processed the situation, hand ever so lightly grazing the shard 'I'm done for huh...' He glanced at you, seeing your apologetic and guilty expression was somehow enough for Akio not to blame you for keeping quiet.

"Look at you, scaring our [Y/N]." Akio heard Sanzu scoff after opening the car door. He then quickly grabbed Akio by the back of his shirt, dragging him out of the car and the impact of getting dropped on his back caused Akio to let out a scream in pain once the shard of glass pushed even further in.

Forcing open his teary eyes Akio saw Sanzu looking back down at him with a grin stretching on his lips "You're fucked." The male laughed and covered Akio's face with a cloth, forcing him to breath in chloroform and despite struggling to get up Sanzu made sure to nearly suffocate him for minutes until he passed out.

Sanzu threw the cloth away, his fits of giggles stopping, gaze suddenly void of emotion as he stared at Akio "Fucker." The pink haired male glared, grabbing the passed out Akio by the collar and swinging his fist right at his face "How." Another punch "Fucking." Akio got punched yet again "Dare. You. Take. My. [Y/N]." The words dripped venom, his breathing heavy as Sanzu punched with each word he spat out.

"Poor thing." Your calm gaze was averted from Sanzu punching Akio to the other side once someone opened the car door and most likely refered to you "You can't catch a break huh sunshine?" You stared at Koko through tired eyes as he held a hand for you to take. Once you did he helped you out of the car and steady on your feet, patting your head while smiling gently "You did good, distracting him enough without much fight until we reached you." You simply nodded at the praise and glanced at your surroundings, seeing everyone already here.

"Dumbass wouldn't have guessed the car was bugged huh?" Rindou laughed with a grin and grabbed Sanzu's arm, stopping him from punching Akio any further in his crazed rage "Let go. This fucker dared take [Y/N] away from us." Sanzu didn't break his glare from Akio's unconscious body but his calm voice held a promised threat towards Rindou, trying to tug his arm away from the other "Calm down Sanzu, remember what Mikey said, we can't kill him yet. Besides, [Y/N] is still here." Ran hummed playfully as he grabbed Sanzu's other arm to help Rindou, making sure he wouldn't have the entire fun of killing the person who dared kidnap you.

Ran glanced at you after his words and once seeing that you were looking back at him he happily waved, the cold glint in his eyes betraying the otherwise cheery expression "See? They're fine." Sanzu looked back at you as well and you had to force yourself to smile and wave back at the three. The pink haired male huffed and calmed his tense body, once the brothers let go of him though he gave Akio one last kick and walked away while mumbling out a string of curses, going to the car to take out the rope and tape.

Your soft giggle made them smile, yes you were fine. Nobody had taken you away. You heard footsteps approaching you, not surprised once seeing it was Mikey. Without even a command or look Koko retracted his hands from you the second Mikey opened his arms, and just like with Kokonoi, Mikey didn't have to say anything as you quickly walked over to him to give him a hug. The pleased hum from Mikey relaxed your tense body as you knew you weren't in trouble.

"Things like this sure are annoying huh angel?" Mikey asked in an irritated mumble and you fastly agreed by wordlessly nodding, head buried on Mikey's shoulder "Looks like I have to keep you safe for a while again, but you don't blame me right? You know this is for your own good." Mikey's hand gently rubbed your back as if to show comfort but you knew what it meant. You'd be locked in again for a while to calm Mikey's nerves and to make sure you were safe.

"Of course I don't blame you Manjiro, you love me the most after all... I know you do it to keep me safe." Your sweet whisper caused Mikey to smile, giving your body a tight squeeze as he titled his head to kiss your forehead "You're such a good angel [Y/N]~ When I get back I'll get you a present." The white haired male giggled and leaned away, cupping your face with both his hands to make you look at him, smiling once the warmth from your cheeks damp because of the tears met his cold hands "You must've been scared being alone with that bastard, but don't worry, I'll take care of him." He then gently kissed your eye lids before motioning for Kakucho to come closer.

You glanced at the scarred man once he approached, immediately taking notice of how the other was giving you a sympathetic expression in response as Mikey carefully pushed you closer to him "Make sure [Y/N] gets back home safely and relaxes." Kakucho nodded at the order, he glanced back at you and his gaze softened "Come on [Y/N], how about I run you a bath and get you some food too?" Kakucho suggested while leading you to his car, you gave one last glance to the man that tried -rescuing- kidnapping you before looking back at Kakucho and nodding "Thanks Kaku-chan, I'd like that." Your soft voice melted away at the sudden agitation Kakucho had when you looked to the person '[Y/N] is nice like that, always caring even for the lowest trash.' Kakucho sighed, reminding himself as he opened the car door for you.

'Which is why we need to get rid of fuckers who take advantage of them.'

Sanzu used the handle of his katana to hit Akio on the head and wake him up, the man groaned in pain as his eyes opened, didn't take long for him to realize he was strapped to a chair in a very familiar environment, the smell of blood and rotting corpses all but assaulted his sense this early on despite how Akio was used to them.

"Morning you bastard, took you a day to wake up huh?" Sanzu smirked down at him, one hand on his hip while the other holding his katana, the gleeful sadism displayed on his face caused Akio's heart to stop, knowing what's to come for him.

But like always he accepted it, he adapted to it. He knew what was going to come for him if he messed with you. But he still did it. And now he doesn't mind his fate being sealed by trying to rescue you, at least he tried.

"I don't regret it."

Those four words halted Sanzu's smirk, the lips dropping into a thin line as the eyes got wide, shaky pupils contracted, glaring at him in all his insane glory because the male wasn't pleading and pathetically crying.

Akio didn't waver, easily tearing his eyes away to glance at the others in the room, all of the executives were present. Rindou and Mochizuki seemed appalled, shocked at the gall Akio had to not regret trying to take you away. Mostly mirroring Sanzu's expression after what he had claimed.

Meanwhile Ran, Takeomi, Kakucho and Kokonoi gazed at him with a bored expression like he was nothing but trash that should be thrown out, irritated at how Akio hasn't learned what he did wrong.

Only Mikey's back faced him, the leader was staring at his phone and his body was unmoving, whatever Akio could glimpse of the screen was moving as if it was a video 'Probably live camera footage.' Mikey was observing you.

"... Ahh you pathetic fool." Takeomi started with an irritated sigh.

"The fuck did you just say!?"

"I see you're more of an idiotic lowlife than expected."

"Fuck off, did you say that because you love them or something!"

"Just because [Y/N] showed you some sympathy doesn't mean they care about you."

"They shouldn't associate themselves with trash like you in the first place but they couldn't help it because they felt bad, do you think you mean something to them?"

"Wipe that smug look off your face dipshit." Sanzu grabbed Akio's jaw and forced the male to look at him, being met with an infuriated Sanzu staring down at him Akio should be scared but he felt... Nothing "Do you think acting brave will lessen your punishment? You should be begging fo-"

"Oh shut up already!" Akio yelled at him, catching Sanzu off guard for the first time ever by how the pink haired man flinched in surprise at the unusual display of bravery "You've been insulting me all this time but what about you huh!? You think [Y/N] loves you from their own free will? I KNOW what happened." Akio snapped back at him with a snarl, eyes narrowing into a glare as he leaned on the chair, almost seeming like he was relaxing and in controll "I did some research of my own and guess what I found, [Y/N] was an old friend of yours who went abroad and lost contact, and when you found their whereabouts again you ripped them away from their family and dragged them to the depths of the underworld because of your selfishness."

Akio scoffed, noticing the agitation of everyone in the room grow tenfold because of what he revealed "I thought it was just Mikey but apperantly no. All you sick fucks are obsessed with [Y/N]! Even though they want nothing to do with you after the bullshit you pulled. Killing their whole family? Dumbasses. Then their fiance right in front of them? Idiots."

The second he finished his sentence Sanzu punched him on the face, a sickening crack being heard shortly after and followed by Akio's pained yelp and groan because of the broken nose "Shut up..." Sanzu glared down at him, Akio detected how desperate the male seemed "Shut up... Shut up! [Y/N] loves us. They wan-"

"No the fuck they don't." Akio shot back confidently, not minding the pain. He was going to die anyways right? Might as well make it worth it- in fact might as well talk so much shit they get angry and kill him immediately. He knew their weak spot anyways; You.

"[Y/N] doesn't WANT anything to do with you, they don't want you and they definitely don't want anything to do with Mikey either-"

"Ahh so annoying." Mikey finally spoke after the prolonged silence, Akio noticed how the executives suddenly held themselves back from shooting Akio off once Mikey spoke 'Probably knew what I wanted to do by ending it quickly.' Akio huffed in annoyance, eyes glued on Mikey once Mikey got up from where he sat and turned to face Akio, Akio expected a glare but instead all Mikey was doing was SMILING at him. Yet the smile was cold and so out of place as he walked closer to Akio.

"Stop that. You're freaking me out." Sanzu snapped to look at Akio in shock once the tied down male snarled in disgust, quickly raising his fist up to hit Akio again from anger only for Mikey to grab Sanzu's wrist and hold him in place easily "Quit it. Let me talk to him." Akio noticed how Sanzu's hand trembled, actually having a bit of difficulty to calm down because of the rage the pink haired male experienced once Akio was so rude to Mikey. But of course he calmed down and listened to his leader.

Akio knitted his brows in confusion when Mikey got in front of him after Sanzu stepped away to give him room, the white haired male was still smiling but then something changed. Mikey's lips then pulled into a grin with his eyes narrowing, dark pools of nothingness staring down at Akio in mockery, sickening giggled following after "So you love [Y/N] too huh... With such a pathetic crush, do you think you'd have a chance of taking them away?"

Akio stared in confusion, especially when Sanzu let out a loud laugh "Ahhh so you DO have a crush on [Y/N]?~" He had been focusing on Mikey but finally noticed the pills on Sanzu's hand. Of course "Ugh, that's gross." Rindou's voice quickly sounded in the form of a gag, disgusted at the thought "Greedy bastards like him don't know when to stop huh?" Kokonoi snickered as he talked with Mochi "He's stupid and weak too, obviously he wouldn't think this was a trap from the beginning." Were... Were they bullying him? Mikey snickered as he heard the talk down from his executives "Hmm~ I knew it. You're always staring at me and [Y/N] during meetings. Is that it? Were you jealous?"

Akio's eye twitched at the proud tone in Mikey's voice "Pfft- Haha!~ Pathetic~" Ran snickered with a grin while Sanzu was full on laughing "Dumb kid." Takeomi sounded like he was too tired of this bullshit, just like Akio was but he heard even Takeomi and Kakucho snickering. Mikey sighed, a helpless nonchalant expression on his face "We put you into a trap and you really fell for it, your stupid crush was really hopeless from the beginning you kn-"

"What does th-"

As soon as Akio started talking, Mikey swiftly grabbed one of the surgical knives set as a torture tool close by and slashed at his face, the sudden scar bleeding out from the left side of his forehead, down his left eye then tilting to the side to run across the top part of his lip. And Akio let out a scream in surprise once blood and tears covered his vision, the sight from his left eye dimming into nothingness.

"I'm not done talking you fucker."

There it was again, Akio felt sick to his stomach at the sudden switch of such intense emotions. And despite panting and staying unfocused from the pain, Mikey's voice grabbed at his attention with little to no problem, with the little vision he had Akio saw the expression Mikey glared down at him with as irritated and disgusted. Even after he had come to terms with the fact he'd die, when Akio returned his sight on Mikey the glare from the invincible leader caused Akio to coil back in fear against his will "You DO love them. Which is why you did this."

Mikey told him as if he knew better, as if he knew Akio inside and out when it came to [Y/N] "You want to take them away because you thought you knew better and you loved them more... My angel being loved by someone so pathetic and weak willed like you... It disgusts me." Mikey's hands clenched into a tight fists, the free hand lifted up and was swiftly brought down to a powerful punch, and unlike with Sanzu, Akio let out another scream in sheer pain from the sensation, blood oozing out of his mouth and nose, and despite the weak, tear filled gaze Akio noticed a small drop of white on the floor, only recognizing it as his tooth a few seconds later.

"... Y-you're a monster..." The sudden words caused the air around them to grow tense. Akio snickered, then laughed as he looked at Mikey, his body trembling "You c-can... Say what you want but it's clear right?" Akio's heart thumped in it's place, threatening to jump out at the sight of Mikey glaring at him just like before, the trash talk and laughter from the executives stopping, even Sanzu paused to stare at Akio with an unsettling look "Only reason you lock them up and keep everyone away is because you KNOW if [Y/N] had any chance to leave they would... Since they wouldn't want to love a monster like you right?"

"... You're wrong." Akio let out a laugh at Mikey's response, the undeniable anger and desperation in Mikey's eyes was nothing but pure satisfaction at its finest "[Y/N] loves me! They love us. If yo-"

"They don't. You've just broken them down to a point where they have no choice but to love you. From now on, Manjiro Sano, you better remember that [Y/N] would never choose to love any of you, ESPECIALLY not you!"

Then Akio finally stopped, growing tired from the yelling he just did and hung his head low, panting, knowing the glares that were sent to him already sealed his fate and the growls only made him shudder in from what torture is to come. Yet he felt relieved, his heart beating peacefully after he finally spat out what he had been meaning to for these past two months.

"Mikey just let me kill him already!"

"The king said to wait but... But that fucker is so... Ahh fuck... To say that about my [Y/N]..."

Rindou's unrestrained need to shed blood and Sanzu's obsessive mumbling was rather annoying, couldn't they just kill him already?

"[Y/N]... Is the light of my life you know..."

Then Mikey spoke again, staring at Akio with that same nonchalant and uninterested expression, the Bonten leader bit back a snarl when a small tingle of sanity inside him agreed with what Akio claimed.

"They're the light of our life... They might not choose to love us now but they did choose to love us before. I just..."

Akio's eyes widened at the words, especially the somewhat soft expression that appeared on Mikey's face. Yet just when Akio thought that maybe Mikey was more aware of the fucked up situation, that he just needed some help, that he DID love you deep down but was swayed by the executives to do this, the hope was ripped away from him when the white haired male giggled and started fidgeting with the other surgical equipments not too far away 'Ah... A prolonged torture huh...'

"I just thought if I teach them again how to love me they will. And they do love me now." Mikey's smile was insanity itself as he looked back at Akio.

"Anyone who doesn't love them as much as we do can just go and rot." Ran's light sadistic chuckle sounded out, the executives stared in delighted glee as Mikey took the first step on punishing the person who dared take you away.

"As long as [Y/N] loves me, as long as they look only at me. I'll even break their legs so they don't leave. But breaking their mind instead did the trick pretty well~"

Your closed eyes squinted lightly, lips pursing once cold fingers gently caressed your cheek, smearing a certain liquid that prickled annoyingly at your skin until you finally opened your eyes, unsurprisingly being met with Mikey's face the second your tired half lidded gaze cleared up.

Mikey smiled once seeing your lovely [E/C] on him, retracting his hand and you ignored the fact it was bloody "Mikey..." The smile noticeably fell when you called out to him and you let out a sleepy whine to indicate you weren't well awake yet "Manjiro, when did you come back...?" You quickly corrected your mistake, reaching out to gently cup his face with one hand, Mikey seemed content enough with your action and nuzzled your warm hand.

The small blood splatters on his face seemed to rub off on your hand "I came back just now. Did you miss me?~" Mikey asked jokingly while putting his hand on top of yours, holding it still as he tilted his head to give your palm a soft kiss. You stared at the adoring expression on Mikey's face. The doubts from before disappearing.

"I couldn't sleep well without you here 'Jiro." You answered back with a giggle, the respon only making Mikey happier. He pushed your hand behind him and started leaning down, instantly knowing what to do, you hugged his neck as Mikey started peppering your face with kisses, his hand gently cupping your face and then patting your hair "Couldn't sleep well without me? Do you love me that much?~" The teasing words caused you to giggle, especially once he kissed down your neck to tickle you "Mhm!~"

Mikey's face warmed up to a light pink, the soft smile settling on his face pleasantly. Having left his executives to deal with the scrap after Mikey himself got his anger out. But once Mikey leaned up to get a better look at you again his expression fell. Eyes going wide and smile faltering at now realizing he had gotten that pest's blood all over you while kissing and touching you.

'He's close to you again...' Mikey clenched his jaw, glaring down in annoyance "Filthy..." He uttered in disdain as his hands behind to shake, he wanted to tear you apart because of being so close with that fucker even though Akio's supposed to be dead now.

Your breathing stopped for a moment but Mikey's hand sliding from your cheek to your neck and grasping it quickly brought you back to reality "Saying I'm filthy... You're so mean." But all you did was pout, thankfully the tears bubbling up on your eyes because of fear helped to add to the effect and Mikey stilled at your words.

The uncaring features softened into an apologetic look "I didn't mean you darling, I'm sorry."

"Make it up to me then."

"What do you want? I'll get you anything." Mikey quickly gave into your playfully demanding tone so he could gain forgiveness, only for your pout to turn into a shy smile "Let's have a bath together! You're also a little dirty so I can help you wash up as well." You giggled jokingly and reached up to poke his cheek, making sure it was a spot that wasn't stained with blood.

Mikey blinked in surprise at your request before his face heated up into a bright red "[Y/N]~" The man all but whined softly and leaned down to nuzzle at your chest "I love you~" You chuckled and patted his head, expression quickly faltering into discomfort when he wasn't looking "I love you too."

Mikey smiled peacefully and stood up from the bed, wrapping his arms around you and easily picking you up bridal style "I took care of the trash." He finally informed you while walking to the bathroom, his eyes met yours, a confused smile on your face as you tilted your head and nodded "Good job~" You laid your head on his shoulder, Mikey observed your calmly smiling expression and grinned in victory, eyes cold and uncaring.

'See? [Y/N] probably doesn't even remember you. They will continue to love only me even if I have to break them completely.'

Not asking for headcanons or a scenario or anything, but how do you think Bruce would react if his kid actually laughed in his face the day he came to their door asking to form a relationship?

Let’s be so for real for a minute

If Bruce Wayne—with all the fame, power, and wealth as the Kardashian Klan—knocked on your door with delusions of being your father, you wouldn’t be laughing LMAO

Music to my Ears

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

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

sanzu x f!reader x mikey, sanzu x mikey

a/n: my sanmai brainrot is manifesting now

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

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

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

It was still loud, though—too loud.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please continue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

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

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

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

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

“Let me hear.” Mikey suddenly interjects.

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

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

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

“Rub her clit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir.”

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

“Three, sir.”

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

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

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

It is beautiful on its own fucked-up way.

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

“Good boy, Haruchiyo.”

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go sit on the bed,” he orders.

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

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

But he still isn’t hard yet.

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

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

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

“Manjiro”

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

Inside you.

Mikey comes inside Sanzu’s wife.

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

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

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

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

“Clean me off.”

“Yes, Boss.”

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

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

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

Oh. Wait.

Oh, fuck.

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

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

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

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

“Mm. Good.”

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

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

“Y/N.”

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

“On your back.”

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

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

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

Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It is intense and incredible and fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohfuckfuckfuckfuckgodfuck!”

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

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

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

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

He is coming—

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

It is music to his ears.

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

But at this point, Sanzu is gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hear me out : making the most raunchiest, down right disgusting sextape with mammon and someone accidentally watches it and hears EVERYTHING 🤭

You remained in your demon boyfriend’s arms, scrolling through your phone, looking at social media. Mammon watched with you, telling you to scroll back up and click on things after you scrolled past them, making you playfully scold him. He kept on doing it, laughing at your reaction and trying to fluster you more. It wasn’t until you heard a ping from Mammon’s cell that you put your phone down.

“Aren’t you gonna check that, hmm?” You exaggerated your tone, lacing it with sarcasm.

He huffed and lifted it to his face. “Nah.” He then put it back down and put his arm back around your waist.

“What if it’s important?”

“It’s just Asmo, probably something makeup or fashion related.” He shrugged.

“Okay, you’re probably right.” You returned to your social media before you also received a message from Asmo. “What the hell?”

You opened it and read: ooooooooh~

You typed up a message, disturbed by the vagueness.

Mc: Huh?

Asmo: hehe

Mc: what???

Then no response. Mammon’s DDD rung again. And then two other pings followed. You turned to him, making him groan.

“I was comfy, ya know!”

“Get your DDD and figure out what’s going on.” The pings continued, equally frustrating and worrying the both of you. Mammon opened his DDD and went to the group chat shared between his brothers and then his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open. He went pale and you started to panic. “What is it?” You pulled his cell to your eyes and saw immediately what it was.

Asmo: guys look! *sends video*

Asmo: they make such a good couple! I’m so happy they’re compatible in all forms! I gotta say I’m a little jealous!

Levi: JADNFJRNFJNRNF

Satan: no fucking way

Beel: ☹️

Asmo: I know, who would’ve thought Mc was that nasty! Wait until 23:42 where they take him into their mouth right after he pulls out of them!

Satan: all I needed to see was the thumbnail. No thank you. Mammon’s little mammon isn’t something I’ve ever wanted to see.

Belphie: I got about 2 minutes in, they already have spit everywhere even though they’re just making out. So dramatic.

Asmo: I think it’s passionate! Romantic! And messy. Our little Mc clearly isn’t shy when it comes to spit! They let Mammon spit in their mouth at around 7 minutes.

Beel: I can’t watch. Please stop telling us what happens.

Asmo: but I didn’t even tell you the best part!

Belphie: if it involves Mammon I don’t want to hear it

Satan: how can it not involve Mammon?

You and Mammon remained frozen, watching as more messages filled the chat. Levi remained silent and, rather terrifyingly, Lucifer remained absent from the chat. Mammon prepared to type a message and then you stopped him.

“There’s no point. Only Asmo and probably Levi will watch it at least.”

“At least!!! Mc! They have no right to be able to see you like that!” He sat up and started typing.

“Uh! Obviously! But typing something will only egg them on, you know that! Plus what about Lucifer!” You tried to reason with him, sitting up beside him. “And the even bigger worry is how the hell did Asmo find the video! It’s on my DDD!” You showed him where your messages were still open with Asmo, clearly not showing any sign of you sending the tape. Despite you telling him not to, Mammon started typing.

Mammon: HOWD YOU GET THAT!

Asmo: I found it

Beel: you didn’t send it?

Mammon: NO!!! WHY WOULD I SEND THAT??

Asmo: it just appeared in my videos one day. I’m not sure how but I’m not upset. Did you not want us to watch it?

Mammon: EXCUSEEEE MEEEE???? NO! MC IS NAKED AND DOING A WHOLE LOTTA STUFF! AINT NO WAY I WOULD DO THAT OR THAT HAPPENED!!!

Lucifer: A sex tape?

The both of your hearts skipped a beat.

Lucifer: A sex tape that magically appeared in Asmo’s phone? Did Mc send it? Mammon is clearly too possessive to willingly send a video of Mc naked and “doing a whole lotta stuff” for lack of better terms.

You both heaved a sigh, thankful he didn’t immediately lecture you both.

Asmo: could’ve just been fate.

Mammon: Mc didn’t send it! Lucifer, you gotta figure out what Asmo did!

Levi: current status: 5:14. Mammon asked Mc “you’re already desperate, huh?” Directly after Mc said they were desperate for him. Mammon is clearly a little behind.

Mammon: STOP WATCHING

Lucifer: I will figure out what happened. However, Mammon and Mc, you will need to realize that for evidence, I will likely have to watch it.

Mammon: WHAT

Lucifer: who knows what happened, Mammon. Asmo could’ve snuck in when you didn’t notice and cursed your DDD.

Mammon: NUH UH! I’ve watched that video over and over, ain’t no way.

Lucifer: seems as though you’re the desperate one then, hm?

Lucifer: also, to clarify, I won’t exactly enjoy seeing your little Mammon either. Would you rather me send it to Barbatos to figure out what happened?

Mammon: you know what, I don’t even care. Just.

Mammon: Don’t.

Mammon: Watch.

Mammon: IT.

Lucifer: You know what, I’d rather leave this be as well. Everyone needs to have this video deleted from their library. I will be inspecting everyone’s phones to make sure it’s not there.

Mammon: WHAT

Levi: NOOOO

Asmo: okay well don’t be surprised by what you see

Belphie: this government (Lucifer) is too oppressive.

Satan: what will Mc think? Going through her phone? Personally, I think we should overthrow our government (Lucifer).

Beel: I don’t have anything to hide. Just don’t judge me.

Mammon: I’m leaving the House of Lamentation. Nah, the whole Devildom. You’ll never see me again.

Lucifer: 👍🏻

The two of you looked at each other, defeated and deflated. Both of you, hunched over, staring at the messages flying across his DDD. While you wanted to figure out what happened, you just accepted that it’s better not to probe. Needless to say, you were also encouraging of Mammon’s idea of a vacation from the Devildom, not necessarily a permanent one.

The two of you did not leave your room for at least 24 more hours. You just didn’t want to deal with it. However…

Asmo to you privately: want some ideas?

Maybe this wasn’t entirely too terrible.

(This was also so fun akfjdjfndn)

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝the secret is out.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Todoroki Shouto ]

「Scenario of Todoroki and his S/O where they’re in a secret relationship and Class 1-A finds out they had sex.」 Warning: Mentions of sex

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Todoroki and you have been in a relationship since the end of your first year. You respected Todoroki’s decision to keep the relationship a secret. It came to you as a surprise because you didn’t think that he cared what other people thought about him. Todoroki told you about how your classmates might overreact and just be annoying. When you thought about it, you were dating one of the hottest guys in the school and no one knows about that. The two of you had already been good friends before you started dating so no one thought that it was weird that you and Todoroki were close with one another — which made things very easy for you two.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t trust one another, it’s just that neither of you want to deal with the gossip that will come when you announce your relationship to the public. Not to mention, there’s also his father whom he talked to you about once. The two of you never really go on dates that much due to the busy schedule of being a UA student. But the two of you always made it work out. Spending time together in each other’s dorm rooms, working on homework, or studying together. It wasn’t like dates were nonexistent, they were just rare.

”What do you plan on doing tomorrow, [First Name]-chan?“ Tsuyu questioned you. 

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TEMPERATURE MODERATOR » shoto todoroki

unrequested, but just a little scenario that’s been running through my mind

CHARACTERS: Shoto Todoroki x reader

SUMMARY: in which your ‘good pal ‘todoroki once let you hold onto his left side to warm up after he accidentally freezes you during the USJ attack, and you then consistently proceed to use him as a human temperature moderator.

WARNINGS: fluff

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