#tj.fics

Until one night, Toji takes you out on a late drive in his 1970 Dodge Charger R/T. He’s got one hand on the wheel and the other one is traveling under your skirt. After getting handsy with you for a while he finally pulls over to the side of the road. It’s not an extremely busy area but it’s certainly not hidden. And as much restraint he tries to have, at the end of the day Toji is not a patient man. He all but throws you in his back seat and starts fucking you into his vegan leather. He’s going so hard, holding onto the door above you for leverage and the whole car is shaking. It’s obvious what the two of you are up to, and when a cop car drives past and then backtracks, you know you’ve been busted. Toji is not about to get arrested for public indecency of all things.

He tugs on your lip one last time with his teeth, swings into the driver's seat, and says “come on doll, get up here and buckle up.” He leaves you no time before he’s speeding back onto the road. A grin tugs at his scar, and the flashing lights behind you put a harsh glow on the snake tattoo creeping up his neck. The cop car is trying desperately to catch up with Toji at this point. When he gets to the highway he baits the police car as if it has a chance against Toji Fushiguro. You scream when Toji suddenly pulls the wheel and slides his car underneath a semi-truck to get across a lane of traffic. And after Toji pulls off that move with all the ease in the world and loses the cop, he lets out a sharp laugh. You curse yourself for thinking that Toji ever left his reckless side behind.

GOJO SATORU

Gojo as a street racer can be summed up in two words: absolute menace. He drives thoughtlessly and at breakneck speeds. On top of that, he goes through cars like he goes through women. He’s got a new one every week. This is usually because he’s always trying out some new trick that he wants to pull during a street race, and he usually fucks up his car doing it. Toji is his manager/sponsor. He gets Gojo’s racing gigs and he also teaches him driving skills on occasion. Gojo infuriates Toji with the number of stupid stunts he pulls, because if Gojo loses his life… well then Toji loses one of his main sources of income. Gojo might have tried pulling Toji’s special move of driving under a semi-truck to get across a lane of traffic. He only really wanted to try it to prove to Toji that he’s a better driver than Toji ever was. Gojo just barely made it through and scraped up the paint job on his car. Toji yelled at him for a solid 30 minutes about it (secretly he was impressed that Gojo got that trick down on the first try, but Gojo never has to know that).

The cars that Gojo drives are always super tricked out and flashy looking. He wants people to know it’s Gojo Satoru when he’s overtaking them in a race. And the best way of doing that is by having the most garish looking car. Vibrant colors, underglow lights underneath his car, and of course one of Geto’s beautiful designs on the hood.

Gojo usually cycles through women but you’re a different case. You were one of the flag girls for a race, but promptly ignored Gojo the first time he tried to flirt with you (Sukuna never lets Gojo forget how you snubbed him). After persistent flirting, he managed to get you to agree on a date him. Whenever he wins a race he’ll do donuts around you and then parks his car, drags you over to it, and starts making out with you on top of the hood.

“That’s fucking gross, get some fucking tinted windows and fuck her in your car Gojo” Sukuna complains.

“Not enough room! And don’t act like you don’t want to watch” Gojo taunts with a wink.

“Fucking exhibstionist.” mutters sukuna. And Gojo just laughs at that.

SUKUNA

Sukuna is driving around Tokyo with the loudest car he can get his hands on. He’s always playing bass boosted music and his car has mufflers on it, so it revs crazy loud. His cars during street races are painted matte black and it's basically impossible for other drivers to see him during races. He does this on purpose, the only thing alerting other racers to Sukuna’s presence is his loud engine. Once they hear it, they know he's about to take their ass down. It's terrifying, the way he acts in the shadows. Sukuna is extremely talented at drifting and brags about it nonstop. He’s known as the King of Drifting in the Tokyo circuit, and most people think he's the best drifter in all of Japan.

Sukuna and Gojo are enemies, turned to friends, turned to rivals during races. Sukuna is not managed by Toji, but he still goes to Toji and Nanami’s shop for updates on his car. He and Geto talk for ages about new motorcycles and Gojo is always sitting on the couch in the garage complaining about how Sukuna is stealing Gojo’s best friend (“shut up Satoru!” Geto will say. “Maybe I'd talk to you if you knew shit about motorcycles!”). Sukuna loves muscle cars and in his free time he drives them around Tokyo, windows down, aviator shades on, cigar in his mouth and you in the passenger seat. The hour before a street race starts, he’ll drag you into his car in the prep area. “Come here baby, you've gotta put your work in too.” He all but growls in your ear as he places you on his lap in the driver's seat.

“ ‘kuna, there's so many people around. They're totally going to know what we're up to in here.”

“Blacked out windows baby, thank Geto for the extra dark tinting. No one will see a thing. You want me to win don't you? Now get to it.” Sukuna lays back, and puts his hands behind his head as he watches you bounce on his dick. After a while he starts thrusting into you from below, power bottoming you all while smoking on a cigarette.

After he wins the race, you jump into his arms when he gets out of his car. “Thanks for being my good luck charm baby.” he whispers into your head.

Gojo is complaining about unfair rules in the background and Sukuna laughs deeply shouting back at him “Just accept that you got your ass handed to you Satoru!”

GETO SUGURU

He specializes in detailing the interior and exterior of cars. His signature art style is prominent; anyone can easily pick out a car that was detailed by Geto. Oftentimes he puts his original drawings on the hood of Gojo’s cars. All of the other guys in the shop get frustrated with how fast Gojo cycles through cars, but Geto secretly loves that his best friend is a menace. It means that Geto can try out his designs all of the time, and because of the practice, he’s become one of the most skilled and badass detailers in all of Tokyo. He’s an artist at heart and loves trying out his designs on your body too.

“Baby, take your shirt off. I've got this new idea I wanna try,” he says. And then proceeds to paint a fucking dragon up your body and all over your chest. He definitely gets distracted and starts sucking at your nipples but that's a story for another time. He has two intricate tattoo sleeves running up and down his arms. They both depict two different colored dragons, with dragonflies perched around them. Your favorite thing to do is trace them when Geto has his arms wrapped around you at night. 

Despite being in the street racing circle, and working on cars; Geto loves riding motorcycles. He’s a killer at riding them too, he enters street cycle races once in a while just to make the competition sweat when they realize Geto Suguru is entered in the race. He loves bringing you on weekend trips around different beaches in Japan on his motorcycle. You guys will spend the whole day driving places and then usually picnic on a beach and watch the sunset, your back to Geto’s prized bike.

He has a garage full of different bikes at his house and absolutely LOVES fucking you over them. It’s his two favorite things in the world, combining the both of them... what could go wrong? Well, you’ve definitely knocked over your fair share of bikes doing this and have damaged a good amount of them too. But Geto is absolutely addicted to seeing your body splayed out on his bike, and if this is his vice then he’ll just have to accept the consequences because he’s not changing anytime soon. 

CHOSO

He works at the shop as the main mechanic and repairman. He’s one of the best in Tokyo too. He’s always servicing Gojo and Sukunas cars because of how much those two push their engines. And the only reason their cars aren't beat to shit is because of Choso tricking out their engines with special parts. Choso always has some manner of grease all over his face (the first time you met him you thought the tattoo across his nose was just a grease streak.)

You're always hanging around the shop and spending time with Choso while he tinkers on the cars. He doesn't mind, and your presence is always reassuring to him. Sometimes when you get especially bored, you’ll beg Choso to give you some attention. He’s laying back on a creeper under the body of the car, working on something and when you start whining he’ll slide out from under the car. He’s giving you a stoic expression but he pairs it with a “ ‘cmere angel.” He gets up and pulls you in for a sharp kiss and then gets back to work under the car.

That satisfies you for a while until he moves to work on the engine. He has the hood propped up and you’re curious about what he’s doing. As you walk over to him he brings you in front of the hood and stands behind you while he starts pointing out parts of the engine. He plays it off like he’s helping you learn, but the short skirt you wore has been driving him crazy all day, and he’s at his limit. You lean over to look at some intricate part of the engine and suddenly his presence is right up against your back. His hips are aligned with your ass and Choso leans over you and begins to kiss up your neck. He’s rubbing his hands all up and down your body.

”Choso.” you whine. “Your hands are filthy, you’re going to get grease all over my clothes!”

“I’ll just buy you a new shirt baby,” he whispers

“Choso - mpf!” He suddenly turns you around and smashes his lips against yours. He uses one hand to grip your waist and the other hand slams the hood of the car down. He pushes you onto the hood and towers over you while he’s kissing all over your face and neck. You’re panting, was it always this hot in the garage? Geto walks in and suddenly turns around. He does not need to see this shit on a Monday afternoon. He’ll chew Choso out later for making out with you on top of the hood he just detailed smh.

NANAMI KENTO

He’s the co-owner of the mechanic shop with Toji and he primarily deals with all the payments, betting, and underground deals. The money from the shop alone can’t pay for the cost of buying out cops and all the racing cars the boys need (especially because Gojo is wrecking his cars every other week). So that means Nanami and Toji have to resort to dealing with illegal shit too. They’re selling drugs, weapons, and super rare race car parts. Nanami is definitely dipping his hand into Yakuza shit at this point.

Nanami spends a lot of Friday nights in clubs making deals with other people in the black market. He brings you along to these because Nanami feels stronger in your presence (and he’s very weak to your puppy eyes begging him to take you with him). One night he’s meeting with one of the heads of a small-time gang. He’s got you seated in his lap, fingers rubbing small circles on the top of your thigh. You’re drinking champagne and you pretend to drift off while you’re listening to the men talk. You’ve been with Nanami a long time, and when you first started seeing him you would spend your Friday nights with the other guys at the races. At this point, you’ve seen enough races to last you a lifetime and they don’t bring the same thrill that they used to. Now you get your adrenaline rush watching Nanami make other men cower under his sharp gaze, quick wit, and threatening mannerisms. There are rumors of Nanami pulling out a gun if a deal goes wrong..you can neither confirm nor deny those.

After business is done, he’ll lead you, with his hand on your back, to his grey Ford GT. It’s not a super flashy-looking car for his status (not like any of Gojo’s), but it's sleek and fits Nanami well. It’s an easy way to brag about his wealth without attracting unwanted attention all of the time. Just like his car, Nanami plays you the same way. On the outside, he looks unassuming, but you know exactly where the night is headed with that look in his eyes. He’ll have you bent over the kitchen counter in his penthouse screaming his name soon enough, and you’ll pity the men who Nanami deceives with his schemes. If he’s this unforgiving with the body of the woman he loves, then his business partners stand no chance.

NAOYA

If Gojo can be described as a menace while racing, Naoya is the devil incarnate. He’s an absolute dirty racer and treats racing as a game, almost as if it’s a joke to him. He purposely bumps into other cars, speeds into them to rear-end them, slows down suddenly so they rear-end him, all manner of flashing lights on his car for distraction, you name it…. If it can be done, Naoya will do it unabashedly.

The Zenin family is a pretty old and established name within Tokyo (they’re yakuza). They make money wherever it can be had, and a lot of it includes illegal dealings, obviously. They’ve got a hand in the street racing circuit and they train members to dominate in races. It’s a great way to manipulate betting, to make easy cash, and to get people indebted to them. Naoya is heir to the Zenin family, so he doesn’t need to trifle with the petty business of racing, but he’s got a natural talent for it (Gojo and Sukuna are loath to admit this). Naoya shows up shirtless to every single race; he likes to flaunt his tattoo that marks him as a Zenin. It covers the left side of his pectoral, travels over his shoulder, and trails across his back to the base of his spine. He’s also got his left nipple pierced. Because of his daddy’s wealth, he has unlimited access to all sorts of rare engine parts. He gets shipments from overseas and tricks out his car. Racers have to deal with his unbeatable engine, god-given talent, and foul attitude.

When he’s not racing to create chaos, Naoya is lounging at one of the Zenin underground clubs. He’s the owner of a specific one in the middle of the red-light district and he likes to run illegal fight matches amongst other acts of debauchery. On Saturday nights he can be found splayed across one of the black leather couches, shirt unbuttoned, piercing glinting in the neon lights, and you seated on his lap. His favorite thing in the world (other than his depraved hobbies), is fucking you rough and feeding into his unadulterated desire for you. He loves fucking you over the hood to his car. Using his belt, Naoya ties your hands behind your back. He bends you over the hood of his car and smashes your cheek into the cool metal.

“Can’t have your nails scratching up my paint job, can I sweetheart?” He tugs at your restraints a bit. You’re completely naked at this point and Naoya makes quick work of his pants.

“Please Naoya…” You’re not sure what you’re begging for at this point; for his cock or for his mercy? He lost tonight’s race and fury is emanating off his body in waves.

“Shut. Up.” He growls in your ear as he sheaths himself inside you with minimal prep a scream tears through your throat and Naoya laughs.

“That’s right baby, if I can't destroy the competition in racing, let them know what I can destroy.” He leans his body right up against yours and plants both his hands above your head. The touch of his nipple piercing in freezing on your heated back.

“Fucking cunts.” Naoya says, and his thrusts amp to a bruising pace. “I’m going to fucking rip the engine out of Sukuna’s precious car and then I’m going to shove his spark plug into Satoru’s eye.”

As Naoya is cursing out his competition, your body is sliding up the hood further and further. Your cheek is burning from the friction.

“Naoya….. ‘s too much.” you whimper and tears are pricking at your eyes. “Please…” Naoya has no clue if you’re talking about the pain or the stimulation but he keeps up his pace until you cry out his name one last time as you finish. Your drool is dripping onto the hood, and you’ve moved so far up it, your cunt has leaked all over it too.

“Look at you. I’ve got you all tied up and you still managed to mess up my car. I should have you clean it up.” Annoyance is laced through his voice. You move to stand and fulfill Naoya’s request, when suddenly he shoves your head down again, near the part of the hood that's covered in your slick.

He starts with tying you down on his bed, spread eagle so he has easy access to your cunt. He’ll fuck you with his tongue first. Spearing your pussy and then flicking back to your clit so quickly that it has you cumming all over his lips. He’s memorized everything about you so of course he’s memorized the quickest way to bring you pleasure. Then he’ll fuck you with his fingers, spreading you out and rubbing your warm, gummy walls. It has you desperately trying to push your hips into his hand, trying to get more friction. But the restraints are tight and you can only take what he gives. He chuckles at your desperate movements and brings you to yet another orgasm.

You can’t be enjoying this, it’s punishment after all. So the last thing he does is secure a hitachi wand right up against your clit. He ties it securely and plugs it in and then just leaves it there for hours. You’re cumming over and over again, subjected to this relentless torture on your clit. Sometimes he’ll walk in with a glass of whisky in hand and sits in the corner to watch you. He just observes how your back arches off the bed when you’re close, your hands come up to grip at the rope burning as your palms tug it, the way you body flails as you’re pushed over the edge again, the cum that seeps out of your cunt and dribbles onto the sheets underneath you, the tears that trek down your face and ruin your poor makeup. He loves it all, and he watches it as if it’s entertainment made just for him. Then he’ll wander out of the bedroom for a bit, letting your pleas and sobs become background noise for whatever dull TV program he’s watching in the living room.

After hours of this punishment, he comes back into the room and turns off the wand to witness your utterly fucked out figure. You’re shaking within the restraints and you curl up into a ball once he undo's them. He clicks his tongue in frustration “let me get a look at that pretty pussy, angel.” Grabbing your knees he spreads your legs apart and just chuckles at the sight. Your pussy lips are puffy and swollen. He lightly slaps your sensitive clit, and you snap your legs shut with a shriek. He laughs loudly at the reaction and then pulls you up into his arms whispering into your ear.

“Your orgasms are your gift to me, and baby I’m gonna make you start giving more generously.”

KAKUCHO, KOKONOI

If you want to fake an orgasm with him, that’s fine. He’ll let you. But if you don’t want to get relief from him then he won’t give you any sort of relief ever. He keeps a close eye on you, not letting you touch yourself, keeping all toys away from you and he’s definitely never bringing you to release himself.

But the worst part is that he still teases you. He’ll perch you on his lap and slide his fingers into your shorts. He’ll play with your clit till your mewling into his shoulder on the brink of release. Right before you’re about to cum he’ll withdraw his hand and then laughs at the cry you make from your ruined orgasm. It’s tortuous and sadistic because this little routine goes on for weeks. Constantly bringing you close to the edge of pleasure but never letting you fall over. You’re babbling at him and begging him to let you just cum, please. But this is the consequences of your actions, and he’d so much rather watch your cry for an orgasm instead of gifting it to you.

Sometimes, he’ll even make it worse. Getting you to sink onto his cock, and fucking into you. He has to be careful because you’re so needy at this point, he suspects you could probably cum untouched. But again, he knows you’re body in and out, and he’ll pull out right before you cum and he’ll release all over your messy cunt. He has you follow him for weeks, making sure you’re never trying to sneak your own release. If he catches your hand sliding down to your clit, or your hips swiveling against the kitchen counter he’ll restrain you and add an extra day onto your punishment.

Only when he has you delirious, and on your knees in front of him begging to let you cum just once, only then will he finally relent. He’ll have you strip in front of him and then cups your pussy with one hand, he’ll squeeze it tightly and say

 “This fucking belongs to me, understand?”

Once he hears the small mewl of “yes sir” from you, then he’ll fuck you into oblivion, finally giving your release after weeks of pent up desire.

SANZU, RAN, TAKEOMI

Faking an orgasm around him not only makes him mad but he’s almost humiliated by it. Is he not good enough? Do you not desire him enough? Or are you just acting like a brat? He’s not sure and it doesn’t matter. If you don’t want to orgasm that’s fine, but your disobedience won’t last long, and he will humiliate you in return.

Unlike with Kakucho and Kokonoi, He’ll refuse to touch you at all. And at first you’re fine with it. That’s actually a dream come to true. But he refuses to let you touch yourself too. And after a few days you start to get needy. He sets it up perfectly: acts as if he’s preoccupied working on something and he’ll leave you alone in the bedroom. Your hands slip into your panties and right when you’re about to start fingering yourself he’ll barge in. He rips your hand away from yourself and with an icy voice he’ll say

“if you want to get off, you have have to prove to me you really want it this time. Make yourself cum, but you can’t use your fucking hands.”

He’ll oh so graciously offers to help, and you’re unsure of what he means till he’s sitting on the couch and shoving you on to your knees in front of him, sticking the toe of his boot right under your cunt.

 “Fuck yourself on my shoe, princess.”

You look up at him in shock. He’s never made you do something so degrading before, surely he’s kidding? But his face is impossibly serious and you realize that if you ever want release ever again, you have to follow what he says. The tip of his shoes catch your clit and it feels so good, that you start to hump his leg harder. He laughs at the pace of your hips but you don’t have the wherewithal to care.

Right when you’re about to cum he pulls his shoe away, and you’re left thrusting embarrassingly against empty air. It’s no use. Your orgasm is ruined and you’re left at his foot, crying in desperation.

“Didn’t think I’d make it that easy for you, princess huh?” His smug expression almost has you whimpering out pleas.

He continues his punishment throughout the rest of the week, making you try to get yourself off. And always in the most embarrassing positions and places. After all, you humiliated him by faking an orgasm in the first place, it’s only fair he pays back that feeling tenfold.

He’ll have you run your cunt against the arm of the couch while he finishes dinner and watches you desperately. He’ll have you on his lap during a meeting, rubbing against his thigh while the rest of Bonten has a clear view of your wet cunt rubbing up against his leg, pussy clenching around nothing. He’ll stop your ministrations right before you release all over his thigh, and you whimper and lightly sob into his neck. Trying to hide your face as it burns in embarrassment from the cackles of the men behind you.

“What do you mean you don’t think it’s a good idea? We’ve been dating for over a fucking year.. you spend more time here than at your own place… I don’t fucking like it when you’re not here.” He tries to stifle the anger in his voice but it scares you all the same.

“I can’t- I can’t talk about this right now Rin. I have to go.” You whisper out the last part and scurry out of his penthouse, leaving a seething and slightly confused Rindou alone at his dinner table.

The days after your ‘disagreement’ pass by without any more conflict. Rindou still sends you your daily morning and goodnight texts. You still go out to your Saturday brunch, and he holds your hand across the center console of his car, rubbing small circles into your palm like he always does. You think he just forgot about the whole argument, until you start receiving text messages from him that are slightly out of the ordinary.

It starts the following Monday, a whole week after that fateful dinner. You’re in a meeting with a few other clients and you get a ding on your phone. Glancing down quickly to see its Rindou, you slide up to check the image text that he sent. You almost choke on your surprise, having to hide your gasp behind a glass of water while your coworker eyes you with concern.

Rindou sent you a fucking nude. Well it’s not a full nude, but it leaves little to the imagination. He quite obviously had just stepped out of the shower. A towel is flung over the side of his hip, and hangs precariously off his thigh. His whole leg is displayed, with the dark lines of his tattoo all in view. You can even see the drips of water that streak down his leg and glitter beautifully off his corded muscle. And god his fucking muscle. He’s posing in a way to flex off his abdomen and you know he’s done this with a purpose. He knows your addiction to licking and kissing up the markings of his chest and bicep. This isn’t just some cute sex pic that Rindou is sending you to be a flirt. You know he has an ulterior motive.

These texts continue throughout the week, all sent at the most inconvenient times. A picture of his full cock, red and angry while you’re making coffee in the break room… a picture of his fingers flexing around his length while you’re in a meeting with your boss… a video of himself jacking off in what is presumably his office. His thick, silver rings contrasting against the veins running against his cock. All of these photos are done to rile you up. And after the fourth one, you confront your boyfriend about what his fucking issue is.

“You can’t keep sending me nudes while I’m in the middle of my work day, Rindou what has gotten into you!” You’re screeching at him in the living room of his penthouse while Rindou stands relaxed against the wall. His arms are crossed and he has a lackadaisical look that's almost teetering on mocking and it makes you all the more infuriated.

“Just wanna show you what you’re missing.”

With those words, you turn around sharply, sucking in a breath as your eyes narrow. “Don’t tell me this is about the other night.”

“It is.”

You stomp over to him, ready to chew his ear off but Rindou grabs your shoulders and squeezes hard, preventing you from getting closer to him.

“If you move in with me, those pictures will be an everyday thing princess. And don’t act like you’re unaffected by them. I know you’ve been stuffing your pretty little pussy with your unsatisfying fingers, trying to get off to my pictures. I still have security cameras in your house yknow.”

You almost slap him at his words, but all you can muster is a quiet curse before you’re turning your head away in embarrassment and anger.

Rindou feels you deflate. Your shoulders relax in his hold and then you let out a deep sigh before you’re looking straight into his eyes. Tears tickle your lash line and Rindou sucks in a breath at the sadness that overcomes your features.

“I’m scared Rin.” You whisper. “I’m scared of what moving in with you will mean. I’m scared of what’ll happen with you being in Bonten and me living a normal life. I’m scared of them. The guns, the blood, the gangs.. Rin.. I’m scared.”

At your wobbling voice, and shaking lips, Rindou pulls you into his hold. This affection, prompts the tears to fall and suddenly you’re sobbing into his hold. “I want to live with you more than anything Rindou but I’m scared.”

That sentence breaks him. Rin coos softly, rubbing his hands up and down your body to quiet your whimpers. Once you’ve settled down a bit, he scoops you up and brings you over to the couch. You curl in his hold and he brushes his lips across your forehead. Bringing his finger to your chin, he grasps it softly and tilts your head to look him right in the eyes.

“I’d never let them fucking touch you, angel. You hear that? Never.”

“I know but-“

“No. There are no buts. I’d slit their throats and burn their bodies before I let anyone touch you. It’s always been you. You’ve always been the most important thing in my life. And I’d burn the entire world if it meant keeping you safe.”

You shiver in his hold. The sincerity in his eyes is no joke. You know he means every word. And you break eye contact before ducking your head under his chin.

“Promise Rin?” You mumble.

“I promise you, princess. You’re the one good thing in my life.”

You close your eyes and sigh at the sound of Rindou’s deceleration. Pressing kisses to the tattoo that lines his neck and then up to his cheek, you give him one hard kiss against his mouth.

His eyes widen at the sight of you curled up and crying on the floor.

“Fuck. What happened, darling? Can you hear me?” He’s kneeled down next to you, brushing his fingers lightly across your forehead. Your finger stretches out to grasp onto his.

“Mikey, I - ah.” An ache throbs at your sudden movement, and you wince as it flares through your whole body. “I hurt my back a while ago, Mikey. I think it’s getting worse.”

His eyes narrow at your words.

“ m’ sorry I never told you. I didn’t.. didn’t want you to worry any more than you needed to.” Closing your eyes, you don't see the rest of Mikey's reaction from the whisper of your words.

You feel his rough but unwavering hands travel along the length of your back. A shiver wrecks through you from the intimate contact.

“Grab onto my neck, angel.” He murmurs into your ear.

Slowly wrapping your arms around him, Mikey scoops you up and gently walks you over to the couch. Whimpers and cries still fall from your lips and Mikey coo’s soft words of encouragement until he’s seated with you on his lap.

“Don’t ever hide anything like this from me again. Understand?” His words are dark and dangerous. If you weren’t already in pain you’d have scampered off of him at his tone. All you can do is press into his chest more, fisting the fabric of his shirt.

“Yes, Mikey.”

“I can’t have you fucking hurt. I can’t. You’ll stay in bed until further notice.” His fingers grip onto your body tight enough to bruise and his chin settles on top of your head. Even in this position, you strain to hear Mikey’s next words. You barely catch them, but they make unease bubble in the pit of your stomach.

“I won’t lose anyone else.”

SANZU

Sanzu has known about your back issues almost from the moment he met you. He’s had your health record on file for a long time, (specifically using the knowledge for his own torturous purposes). He’s never given a fuck about your pain before; in fact, he usually welcomes it. Finding some sadistic sort of pleasure seeing you suffer.

That’s why he’s confused when he comes home one night; you’re curled up on the couch small cries coming from you and his heart tightens at the sight. He’s never really felt sympathy when you’re hurt but he can’t help the way he drifts over to your trembling figure and sits down softly next to you on the couch. He lifts the blanket gently from your head to peek at you underneath.

“What’s got you all worked up, angel?” his hand comes up to smooth over your head. You blink at him, your expression foggy from his sudden gentleness. A hiccup escapes your throat and you manage to spit out a response.

“It’s really bad today, Haru. I cant- i can barely move.”

You don’t even have to specify what the pain is. Sanzu knows your back problems flare up from time to time. He just hasn’t seen you in this amount of pain before. This is a new feeling for him, he coos softly and gets off the couch, slotting his arms underneath your body.

“I’m going to take care of you tonight, angel.”

If you were in any less pain, your eyes would have widened in shock. But all you can do is cling onto his shoulders, relief flooding your body as he carries you into the bathroom. He sets you gently on the edge of the tub as he gets the bath ready and then places you in the water, sliding in right behind you. His hands dip down to your back, and he rubs the length of it. You try but fail to stifle your moans from the feeling.

“Yea, baby? Does that feel good? Does daddy make you feel fucking good?” there’s a taunting lilt to his tone, but it escapes your awareness; the only thing you’re cognizant of is his fingers on your skin.

“Mmmm. Haru.. ‘y make me feel so good.” you murmur, and your head falls back against his shoulder. Sanzu places a kiss to your temple, and his hair falls into your face tickling your cheek. You let out a small giggle and Sanzu’s chest tightens at the sounds. Fuck. He doesn’t hear that often. And he doesn’t understand why it’s making his skin tingle and his heart beat erratically.. But it elicits adrenaline to run through his veins and he thinks- damn - he knows he could get addicted to this feeling. The excitement of making you feel good. As Sanzu continues to massage your back, he thinks that maybe he’ll try to incorporate more time like this. More time to make you feel good. If simply massaging you can get you to melt like this, his mind reels with the sorts of noises he can draw out of you with his tongue.

RAN

Ran’s alarm blares, signaling the start of the day for both of you. He expects you to wake up with him, and do your morning routine together although you never have anywhere to go. Ran says it brings him peace and good luck when you wish him off to work, but it’s usually just a way for him to sneak some extra time with you when you’re tired and more willing to submit to his advances.

This particular morning is much harder than normal, and as you turn to get off the bed, a sharp pain shoots through your back. You let out a whimper, closing your eyes and sinking back into the bed.

Ran’s sitting on the side of the bed, his feet planted on the floor, and you can feel him looking at you over his shoulder.

“C’mon princess it’s time to get up.”

You don’t want to anger him, knowing that would make everything worse but when you try to get up again the pain burns even more. A sharp cry escapes your mouth and you collapse back into the sheets. Ran’s eyes widen as he sees that you’re in pain, and this time it’s not from something he inflicted. He turns around, one of his hands coming up to thumb across your eyelids.

“Shit baby, what’s wrong?” He sounds genuinely concerned and you decide that he’s your only hope at the moment in seeking relief. Telling him the truth is your only option.

“My back...I’ve had back issues for a while Ran and I think- i think they’re getting worse.” You let out a shudder as tears pool at the corner of your eyes. The throbbing pain is unpleasant but it’s almost unbearable knowing you’ve finally told Ran a secret that you’ve been trying to hide from him. You know he’ll use this information in the future to manipulate you. He always does. But what else can you do? It’s getting worse as the weeks go by and he’s become your only source of hope.

Ran turns over on the bed so that he’s hovering over you. You can feel his hot breath flutter across your face.

“Look at me, princess,” he murmurs.

Your eyes peel open, wincing at the pain that flares down your back.

“Let me help you.” He whispers. You nod in response, your eyes shut again as Ran goes to move your body.

He gently turns you over, so you’re laying on your stomach. Ran’s kneeling on the bed, his legs on either side of you. He lifts up your shirt to give him better access to your back and you shudder at the feeling of his cold hands on your hot skin. He begins to softly massage all up and down your spine.

It’s the gentlest he’s ever been with you, and you can’t help but get lost in the feeling. His callused fingers in contrast with your smooth skin, but somehow it adds to the pleasure. When his hands work at the area of your back that hurts the most, you let out a groan. Ran pays special attention to the area, kneading your flesh with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Ran.” you whimper

He bends down, littering kisses up the length of your neck. “What is it, baby?”

His hands don’t stop their ministrations and you cant answer him as more moans fall from your lips.

“Please..don’t stop.”

Ran hums in response. You’re too distracted by your relief to notice his face pressed against your back and the smile that stretches across his features. Any other night you would have been able to perceive the sinister thoughts that are running through his head. Thoughts of holding back treatment over your head in order to get you to obey him, thoughts of finding out all the areas that hurt you the most so he can pay special attention to them during punishments. Yea, Ran thinks, you don’t realize the trouble that you just got yourself into.

RINDOU

“Rindou no.. please no, I don’t want to go.” The whine in your voice tugs at his heartstrings and your accompanying pout makes it tempting to succumb to your wishes, but he knows that it’s getting worse. The pain in your back has been bothering you for some time now. Rindou has spent the last week working from home in order to tend to your needs.

It’s been a week full of you cuddling up into his side on the bed, his strong arms massaging up and down your back, a week full of warm baths together and soft kisses.

Rindou is almost tempted to not do anything about your back problems in order to hang onto this sliver of domesticity that has resulted from your pain. But he also can’t stand the way that your eyes scrunch together when you move too sharply, or your pitiful whimpers when you try to walk anywhere within the penthouse.

He has no choice but to get you professional help. Unfortunately, he’s also just now learning that you have an intense fear of the doctors and you’ve spent the morning doing anything in your power to get out of going.

“I don’t care. You need help so you’re going and that’s the end of it. I don’t want to hear any more about it.”

You turn over on the bed with a whine, burrowing your head into your outstretched arms, and Rindou sighs at the sight. He knows his words can be rough and he’s usually apathetic towards you when you make fractious demands. But this is different. This pain isn’t something that he wished upon you; it’s not a punishment or something being used to discipline you. This is pain is needless. You’re hurting and it’s not from him. It makes him wildly unsettled.

“Baby, I need you to work with me here. The pain will just get worse if we don’t do anything about it. We need to get you some help.”

You lift your head slightly and give him another pout and Rindou comes up to brush the top of your head. “I’ll be with you the entire time.” his voice softens to a whisper.

Finally acquiescing to his wishes, your arms go wrap around Rindou’s. He lifts you gently from the bed and carries you out to the front of the penthouse. Lips graze the top of your forehead and the sensation elicits and shudder from you and prompts you to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“Hurts, Rin.” You mumble.

“I know, baby, I know. But I’m gonna make it all better.”

KOKONOI

“Stop it.. Oh my go- KOKO!” You’re splayed over Kokonoi’s lap, face down on the expensive chaise lounge that he keeps in his office for moments like this. You had tagged along with him to the office today. Koko stated something about “Having a long day and not being able to get shit done when you’re not in sight.” But you suspect that the real reason he wanted you with him, was the current torment he was subjecting you to.

“You’re supposed to be helping me with my back, not tickling me!” Your whines fall from your pretty lips, and Kokonoi smirks at the sight.

“That’s your fault for wearing this little number, princess.” His hands glide across your exposed back and his fingers lightly tickle at the skin. “So fucking sexy. Could fuck you right now.” True to his words, you felt the length of his cock pressing into your stomach. Trying to get out of his now uncomfortable grip, you squirm off of his lap.

Koko’s eyes darken when you escape, and he tugs harshly on his wrist so you straddle his waist. “And where do you think you’re running off to, princess? Huh?”

“Koko, you said you’d help massage my back. You’re just making it worse with your tickles” Bringing your hands up to card through his hair, you think maybe if you pout at him enough, he’ll stop his needy behavior.

“Fuck.” he groans at the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp. He turns to lay back down on the chaise, plopping you onto his chest simultaneously. “I should take you to the doctor, shouldn’t I?”

“Maybe..”

Koko makes a mental note to get one of his underlings to schedule an appointment for you. “Or I could just fuck your spine back into place?”

You giggle at his comment and nuzzle deeper into his chest. “It’s getting really bad again, Koko. I do need your help. Just till it gets better.. Please?”

Kokonoi’s chest swells from the sound of your sweet begging. It isn’t often when you explicitly ask him for help. And it’s not as if he likes seeing you in pain. Especially if it isn’t pain that he inflicted himself. Brushing a soft kiss to the top of your head, Koko mumbles his agreement.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you. But I expect something back from you...an equal compensation.” Kissing up the length of your ear, his whisper draws a shiver from you “something we haven’t tried before.”

Letting out another soft giggle at his obvious horny thoughts, you sigh. “Anything for you, Koko”

KAKUCHO

“Arms up, love,” Kakucho has got you seated on the counter of the bathroom. Pulling one of his large t-shirts over your head. It falls across your body, almost a dress with how large it is on you. Kakucho moves to drain the tub where you had both shared a bath together. Your hands come to cling onto his shirt to prevent him from walking away from you. A small noise of protest leaving your lips.

Kakucho walks up between your spread legs, dipping down to place a kiss at the juncture between your neck and jaw.

“Gotta clean up, baby. Then I’ll be with you,” he mumbles into your ear. You let him go, reluctantly, but he makes quick work of the cleaning before he’s right back at your side. Leaning down, Kakucho scoops you up off the counter and carries you into your shared bedroom. You whisper your thanks as he gently places you in the middle of the bed.

“Let me get your heating pad, love.” He presses a hard kiss to your head before he walks to the kitchen and then comes back with your heated relief. He climbs onto the bed and leans back against the headboard as you crawl over to him, laying your head in his lap.

“Good girl,” he whispers. And then he’s placing the heat pad over your skin.

You cling onto his leg, a soft sigh breaking the silence. It’s dangerous to indulge Kakucho in these things. If he believes you seek his comfort sometimes, then he’s going to be asking for your affection all of the time. Give him an inch, and he’ll take a mile as they say. But tonight you have no choice.

The pain in your back flared up unexpectedly, making you cry out in the middle of the restaurant you and Kakucho were dining at. He had to carry you out of the building and into the car, and the pain was so bad your vision had started to become spotty. You’re sure this was his plan all along; getting you to rely on him in all areas of your life.  And it’s working, because your head is burrowing into his thick thigh, and you’re trying to push your body more and more into the pressure of his hands massaging over your back. Your well being is wrapped around his finger and there’s nothing you can do but succumb to him.

“See, this is nice, love.”

You don’t say anything and he gives your shoulder a squeeze, prompting you to reply.

“Mmm what is?” You whisper.

“You laying here. Relaxed in my lap. Just being together. You’re usually tense when you’re with me.”

You inhale sharply, your eyes widening. It’s true that whenever Kakucho initiates physical affection, your body tenses up. He’s never mentioned it though, and you figured he could never discern your discomfort- too drunk off your touch.

“Wha- what do you mean, Kaku?” You manage to stammer out.

Kakucho snorts. “Please, darling. You don’t think I’m that dense, do you? I can feel you shy away from me every night.”

You try and object, but Kakucho presses down hard on your hurt back. A soft whimper breaks your silence and you grip onto Kakucho’s arm.

“If you ever want that back of yours to get better, you’ll learn to love my touch. Understand?”

Through blurred tears, all you offer is a meek agreement.

AKASHI TAKEOMI

“Ow ow ow ow.. Akashi!” You suck in sharply when Akashi moves his body in a way that jostles your back. “Please it fucking hurts”

“Ahh sorry, princess.” No remorse detected in his voice. You’re sure he’s amused by this whole situation. It plays right into his desires anyway; you in pain. Reliant on Akashi for everything. Him being able to dangle your needs and desires over your head like it’s some fucked up game.

The pain in your back has prevented you from walking for the past few days. Akashi has stayed home from work, opting to take care of you like a good boyfriend. You scoffed when he said that, and your resulting punishment was him forcing you to go to the bathroom without his help. After you nearly passed out from the pain, you decided your best course of action was to stop hurling insults at the only person who could offer you relief.

So here you are, in Akashi’s arms, as he carries you around the penthouse to fulfill your every whim and fancy. Akashi has taken full advantage of the situation though, requiring physical affection from you every time he helps you out. You should’ve known this is what he would’ve turned it into. Holding relief over your head, so he could act like a fucking sleaze.

Akashi gropes your ass as he sets you down on the kitchen counter. You push him off you and he steps back with a laugh.

“Alright princess, you said you’re hungry. What do you want?” His eyes are trained on you like a hawk. No matter how long you’ve stayed with Akashi, you’ve never gotten over his intimidating stare. It’s hard to see past the man who’s made your life a living hell and the countless atrocities he’s committed through his work.

You look down at your fingers, playing with them nervously as you mumble, “ramen… please.”

“Mmm, that’s a large demand, princess. It’s gonna cost you.” He laughs again at you, clearly enjoying this newfound power trip.

“How much?” You ask, with a sigh.

“Let’s say 20 kisses this time. One for every minute the ramen is cooking. How does that sound?”

“It doesn’t take 20 fucking minutes for ramen to cook.”

He gives you a side-eye, one that's sharp and harsh. You know if you say anything else, it’ll spell out a true punishment, for whenever you’re equipped to handle it.

You succumb, a small “Yes, Takeomi” escaping your lips.

“Atta girl.” He says, cupping your cheek with one hand before he’s breaking off to prepare the ramen.

After he’s finished with the ramen and feeds it to you, Akashi carries you over to the couch. He plops you on the couch, situating your body to straddle over his lap. You wince at the position, but Akashi’s large hands go to massage your tense muscles, and you begin to relax into his touch.

“Okay, I made you your little meal princess. Now give me my payment.”

You look up into his face, blinking at the way his eyes are trained on you. Leaning up a bit you begin placing kisses on his scar. Akashi loves touch, this is a given. But more than anything he loves your gentle lips grazing across the scar that bisects his face. Closing his eyes, he counts each kiss. You start at his forehead and work your way down, placing a hard kiss to his brow bone, a sloppy kiss under his eyes, an airy brush to his cheek. Once you reach the bottom of his scar, you place the 20th kiss right on his lips.

You can't stand the way he flaunts you to other people. In every meeting he ever has, the other person stares at you while you sit prettily on Mikey’s lap. It's been hours of you sitting there, Mikey conducting business and it's boring. It has you squirming to at least walk a bit, but Mikey is paranoid about you even walking around his office when someone else is in the room.

His grip on your hips tighten and he’ll whisper into your ear “Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy right?” He reveres you more than anything, and once that becomes obvious, how he despises making you upset, how he treats you like a queen when around the other Bonten executives….. You start to fall for him.

SANZU

Does not see his darling as anything but an object that he can use for his own desire. He takes pleasure in making you cry, in doing things to your body that harms you in any way. He's a sadist. Loves pain and loves inflicting it. In his mind that's how everyone is. Where's the joy in life if you don't get to experience the sensations of pain? This is what makes him the most dangerous yandere. Because he's delusional about it all. He thinks you want to be with him because you enjoy this sort of pain. He thinks you love him because of it. Any action that he draws out of you, screaming, crying, shivering, all of it is done because you enjoy it. At least that's what goes through Sanzu’s head.

He's strict too but he changes the rules every day. Some days he demands you greet him at the door with a kiss, but the next day when you walk up to him to place a kiss on his lips he’ll get angry and punish you for not following his rules. “I don't want you to greet me with a kiss, I want you kneeling at the door in front of my feet by the time I walk in. I told you that yesterday that's how I want to be greeted, '' he says. He didn't tell you that. He never tells you when he changes the rules and he does that on purpose so he can have an excuse to punish you.

He gets a thrill out of seeing the confusion in your eyes and how you jump every time he walks into the room. You never know when he’ll punish you because you never know if you're doing something wrong. You're terrified constantly, and Sanzu loves that power. It riles him up knowing he has your life, your emotions, every reaction from you in the palm of his hand.

He walks into his penthouse with bags full of gifts that he went out and bought earlier that day. He was in a good mood, and the thought of spoiling his darling in some designer clothing excited him. He couldn't wait to get back and dress you all up so pretty, then rip it all off of you and fuck you into tomorrow. When he walks into his bedroom the first thing he notices is the chain that usually keeps you tied to his bed post has been broken. You're on the floor in the corner of the room shaking, eyes trained on the handle of the door he just swung open. Sanzu’s eyes drift to where yours are looking in fear and he notices scratch marks on the wood. It all clicks in his brain. You were trying to fucking escape. Despite his initial anger, Sanzu laughs. You jump at the sound, trying to curl further into yourself.

“See now darling, I was trying to be nice to you today.” He places the gift bags down and walks towards you. You let out a sob knowing what's about to come. “Guess this is what I get for  being a nice guy, huh? Torture is the only gift your getting today.”

RAN

If Sanzu is the worst yandere to have, then Ran comes in at a close second. Ran is sadistic but only if you break his rules. He’s extremely strict and has a set of rules that he wants you to abide by and must learn them. He has no qualms with doling out cruel punishments if you don't follow what he says. He knows you don't love him back. He's a smart guy, he doesn't miss the anger that's pooling in your eyes when he's burning you for speaking out at dinner. He doesn't miss the curses you direct at him under your breath when he has you over his knee, spanking you for not cleaning up the penthouse properly in his absence.

He's aware. And it does make him sad at times. If you only listened. If you didn't speak out so much he wouldn't have to hurt you. If you only got rid of your selfish tendencies and chose to love him, then he wouldn't have to punish you so much. But the game is fun too. Whittling you into his perfect little housewife is something he’s come to love. He almost welcomes the brattiness because that means he gets to correct you. He’ll take your feisty nature and transform it into one of reverence for him and him alone. In no time you'll be at his feet thanking him for the life and love that he's given you. Yea he doesn't like your selfish nature but boy is he taking great enjoyment in ripping that way from you.

You’ve disobeyed him again. Doing what? Doesn't matter. There's a long list of rules that you break often to get on Ran’s nerves. He was planning on having a sweet night-in with you. Maybe watch some movies and, if you stayed perfectly still warming his cock through the whole movie, he might have even let you have a slice of the cake he bought earlier that day. But you had to fuck up, and Ran wont let that go. He’s had you over his knee for the past hour, his baton in hand. Every spank on your bare ass needs to be followed up with you counting the number and a  ‘thank you’. But your cheeks are ruined at this point, and you’re trying to slide up the bed to get out of his reach. Another spank comes down on your ass and you let out a shriek. This one definitely broke skin.

“Twenty.. Twenty-five, thank you.” You're sobbing into the mattress, broken pleads falling from your lips. Ran just smiles and taps the reddest area of your skin with his finger. You jolt and reach back to push his hand off, but he grabs your wrist and secures it on your back giving it a hard squeeze.

 “I know it hurts, honey, but this is what happens when you don’t do what I say.”

RINDOU

Ran is cruel like his brother but unlike Ran, Rindou doesn’t take pleasure in the punishments he gives you. His are harder than Ran’s though. The purpose is to teach you, to warn you and to rehabilitate you. He leaves permanent marks and they leave you sobbing on the floor for hours. Since his punishments are to rehabilitate you, they’re not for fun like Ran’s and he doesn't draw them out. They’re precise, calculated, and deserved depending on the severity of your screw up. His goal is to make you into the perfect darling and do it as fast as he can. He doesn’t like the game, and sees no point in it. He wants your soft and doting touch on him now. He wants his feelings of love and your lips on his shoulder blades now.

So he’ll get the punishment done and over with, then scoop you up in his arms and console you. Telling you that “it will be worse next time but if you learn to obey me then I won't have to hurt you at all.” He’ll run a bath and drop you in, kissing your forehead as he treats the wound he just inflicted on you. It's tiring. You haven't felt another human's touch in so long, and you certainly havent been allowed to speak to anyone either. So when you're broken, exhausted from crying after these punishments, a part of you welcomes Rindou’s touch. You lean into his kisses and accept them knowing that it's all the touch you will ever get. Your future is wrapped up with Rindou and only Rindou.

He knows you’re starting to rely on him for physical comfort. That’s something he can work with. If you start seeking his physical touch then you'll start seeking him for mental comfort soon too. And emotional comfort won't be too far off. Rindou just has to say the right things to get you to fall in love with him now.

“Don’t you know how much this hurts me?” he says softly as he’s washing your body down in the tub. His touches are light and so very careful around your injuries. You look up into his eyes, and it's true. Some sort of pained expression is deep in his eyes. You think he's trying to mess with you but, if he didn't truly care then why would his touches be so gentle? Why would he sound so hurt?

 “ ‘m sorry Rin.” you whisper, arms going around to tug his neck closer to yours. You bury your head into his shoulder, a sigh falling from your lips along with another apology. Rindou just smirks as a hand comes up to cup your head. Yea, he thinks. All it’ll take is a little encouragement, and you'll be his sweet housewife in no time.

KOKONOI

He absolutely adores his darling. Spoils her to the max. He's aware that she doesnt love him back. Hes not stupid. But that's where the spoiling comes in. If he can make his darling understand that her life was shit before him, her life was nothing, and Koko has improved it by getting her whatever she wants...then maybe he can get her to fall in love with him.

 He's not as strict as Ran but he definitely has a few rules that need to be followed. He even enjoys taking you out on shopping trips.Theres a bunch of rules and conditions that go along with trips like this (trackers being placed on you, your hand in his at all times, eyes on his or at your feet no matter what, you can never answer questions directed at your or talk to anyone when out and about) but it could be worse. At least you get to see the outside world. And the rules that Koko has are always particular. You had a few mess ups at the beginning but after a while the routine and following them became pretty easy.

Koko likes picking out what you wear every day, and if you want to change at any time you have to ask him permission first. Asking permission to eat certain foods, or do certain hobbies throughout the day also have to be done. But at least he lets you do these things. He lets you partake in hobbies and occupy your mind while he's gone, and once you get used to asking permission  all of it comes quite naturally. You become his sweet demure, almost bimbo wife. Someone who can't even think or make decisions without having to ask Koko first and that's how Koko breaks you down.

After a while you start to agree that living with Koko isn't bad. He's a terrible tease, he gets rough and handsy at times, and he raises his voice once in a while, but he provides everything for you. You’ve never been so physically spoiled in your whole life. Closets full of clothing and new toys and shiny jewelry. And he provides for you mentally by making all the hard decisions in life for you.

Koko is sitting on the couch of your shared bedroom. Smoking a cigarette and going over budget accounts when you strut out of the closet catching his attention. You've got on a flimsy little number of a lingerie set; baby pink with lace and bows and straps spaced all around it. You know it’s Koko’s favorite color on you, not because he's told but because it's the only color lingerie he ever buys for you. His eyes are trained on you as you make your way over to him, plopping yourself on his lap and slinging an arm around his neck. Koko blows a puff of smoke to the side before leveling you with a lidded gaze.

 “Damn doll” He lets out a low whistle bringing a hand to the back of your neck and tugging you towards his face until your lips almost touch. “I'm the only one who gets to see you like this, understand?” He doesn't wait for your response before he's smashing his lips onto yours.

KAKUCHO

Kakucho is in love with his darling. Truly thinks you were made for each other and that the  world brought you together. So he doesn't understand why you shy away from his touch at night, or flinch when he walks into the penthouse after a long day of work. He doesn't force himself on you, yea maybe he did kidnap you from your old life...but you weren't receiving the proper type of love. No other man has treated you the way that you need...that you deserve. Kakucho adores you. He showers you with affection. He gives you small acts of love and doesn't force himself on you. So that must mean you love him back right? He totally thinks you do in his mind. I mean he's heard the horror stories that Ran told him about Ran’s own darling. You've never done anything like that to Kakucho. You don't act out on purpose, so that must mean you do love him!

He's the most lenient of all the yanderes, he lets you have free reign of the mansion. He lets you have access to TV and internet (although he's tracking you when they are in use. Can't have you messaging other men right?) The only thing you basically can't do is go outside without his permission. He takes you on dinner dates, he allows you to order things to be delivered to the mansion. Overall he's understanding and wants your love so he allows you to do most things. But that doesn't mean he isnt filled with worry about you. He's got cameras set up around the penthouse at all times. He monitors you from his phone. Of course you don't know about the cameras but what you don't know can't hurt right? Ignorance is bliss afterall.

Kakucho has got you wrapped up in his arms, laying back in bed after a long day of work. You aren't saying anything, in fact you're stiff as a board and Kakucho is getting frustrated. You're lovers, so why won't you act like it? You've barely said a word to him since he got home, and you avert your eyes every time he tries to meet your gaze. He thinks it might have been the blood on his fists that scared you tonight, but then again he comes back with blood on him most nights so why are you acting cold? Kakucho has had enough so if you won't be the sweet lover he expects, then he’ll have to draw it out of you.

“Tell me how much you love me.” You jump at the sudden sound of his voice, but you still don't say anything. “I said.” Kakucho repeats “Tell me. How. much. you. love me.”

“Kaku…. I-” you stop for a second.

Kakucho isn’t known to get angry with you, but you still want to choose your words wisely. You don't know if he’ll ever flip. If his disposition will turn sour at a moment's notice with you. You've seen the way he comes home. You know what he does for a living and you never want to be on the receiving end of that violence.

So you swallow the bile that rises to your throat, and with a tongue that seems heavy with salt you say “I’m madly in love with you. You’re all I ever think about, Kaku.”

“I don’t give a shit, sweetheart. I don’t care if you’ve eaten enough to last five lifetimes. You’re eating fucking dinner with me, and you’ll stay obedient like always.”

He drags you to the formal dining room of his penthouse and shoves you into one of the chairs. Your hips scrape up against the marble top, and you know it’s going to leave a bruise. He chains you to the chair and then drags it as close as possible to his chair at the head of the table.

Every time you move or squirm, the chain on your ankle rattles.

Sanzu brings a bite full of food near your mouth, but you turn your head away.

“Princess, you’re gonna eat what I give you or I'll do it the hard way and I’m begging you to let me do it the hard way. Test my patience, darling, and see where it gets you.”

You can feel the skin around your ankle tearing with the force of you pulling at it. There’s no way out. There never is. You’ve tried them all at this point and Sanzu’s taking great pleasure in watching the emotions on your face as you come to this conclusion.

“I’m not hungry, Haru.” You whisper

“I didn’t ask if you were.”

You know if you push further, it’ll earn you another week-long punishment. And judging from how last week went, it’ll be much much worse.

You can’t deny him, you can’t even push back anymore. There’s no hiding anything from Sanzu and that’s why he just laughs when a tear escapes the corner of your eye.

He reached forward and brushes the tear away with his thumb, bringing it up to his lips and licking it from his finger.

“Mmmm.” He flashes you a crazed grin. “I love the taste of your sorrow. And I love how you can’t hide it from me.”

RAN

“You’ll get your ass out here right now darling, or I’ll drag you out.” Ran’s voice sounds light and teasing but you know the hidden threat behind his words. He’d do much more than drag you out of the room, and the thought makes you seize up in fear.

You tried to get out of dinner. Made up every excuse in the book, but Ran was too perceptive. He knew your emotions too well and when you tried to tell him you weren’t feeling up to it, he just laughed into your face and told you “Your feelings aren't going to ruin the perfect dinner date I set up for us”

So you’re left with your last wall of defense: acting like a brat towards Ran and hoping your cold demeanor will deter his advances.

You should have known how naive that thinking was. All the way to the restaurant he’s rubbing up on you. He’s got you placed on his lap during the car ride there. The partition in the limo was rolled up all the way so that Ran could touch you shamelessly in peace.

When you got to the restaurant he has you so close to his body, you almost feel like you’re suffocating. You know he can’t really do anything in a public restaurant though, so you curse him out under your breath. Every time one of his hands is too close to your thigh, you grab it and push it away.

Eventually, Ran gets tired of this game and he grabs at your waist, hauling you into his lap. Your once rigid body is now squirming in discomfort and Rans hot breath is brushing up against your neck.

“You’re so fucking cute when you struggle.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Fuck off, Ran. I don’t want you touchi- ahhh” You gasp and choke on your sudden intake of breath as Ran’s fingers dig into the knife marks that litter your torso. He’d meticulously cut into your skin last night and the pain was still raw. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your tears or cries for help. So you just bite down on your lip and endured the torment through the rest of dinner.

When you get back to the penthouse you immediately shake off Ran’s hold and go to your shared room. Ran doesn’t follow and you’re beyond thankful for that because as soon as you hit the pillow you break down. You had put on a strong front all night but it was finally too much. Shoving your face into the pillow, you try to stifle your sobs and gasps.

Ran is in the living room relaxing, a glass of whisky in hand as he thinks about how your night went. You still act like a brat no matter what he does, and it’s begining to get exhausting. As he’s thinking about how he can punish you for tonight's bad behavior, he hears muffled cries coming from his bedroom. Ran laughs softly knowing his strong little darling is starting to break down.

RINDOU

You’re seated on the edge of your bed staring at your reflection in the mirror across from you. Your thigh burns under your dress from where Rindou had punished you last night. Every time you slightly move, your dress scratches up against the burn and you wince.

Rindou walks out of the bathroom of your shared bedroom and stares at you for a second.

“Why aren't you finished getting ready? Put your shoes on. Our reservation is in less than an hour.” His voice is stern. But you speak up anyway.

“I- I don’t really feel like going out tonight Rin. I don’t feel well. I think.. maybe I’m sick...” You hope the shake in your voice sounds like that of nausea instead of the pain and fear you’re really trying to hide.

Rin levels you with a look. You know he’s perceptive. You know that if you don’t pull off this fake sickness, he’ll know you were crying from last night's punishment. And Rin hates nothing more than when you sulk over punishments. Especially if they occurred a whole day prior.

He’s practical. Always has been. And he expects you to take your punishments like a good girl and then learn from them. But last night was worse than usual. And you don’t think you can handle an entire dinner with him. Pretending to be lovers while your leg burns from his vile actions. Walking out in the real world where freedom would be so close yet so far. No. You couldn’t do it. And your heart seizes up when Rindou begins to walk towards you.

He stands directly in front of you and grips your chin- forcing your neck at an odd angle to look into his eyes. His voice is low.

“If we don’t make this dinner reservation you will make this up to me. Understand, darling?”

Your stomach sinks and all you can do is nod. He tightens his grip for a second and then he lets go. Rindou doesn’t miss the tears that fall from your eyes as he turns to leave you alone in the room.

KOKONOI

Your hands rub up and down your arms soothing the bruises from last night’s fight. They still throb- you didn't realize in the moment how strong of a grip Kokonoi had. But the pain is impossible to shake off, and instead, you opt for laying on your bed curled up instead.

You had plans to go out tonight with Koko to one of Bonten’s luxury restaurants. He was going to take you to do some light shopping afterward to treat you as well. But you can’t find the energy to get up and get ready. Not when your arms feel like lead and the memory of Koko’s furious eyes was burned into your memory.

The door of the bedroom opens up and you know it’s Koko. Your back is turned, but the tension in the air is palpable and you can’t tell what Koko is feeling.

“Princess?” his voice doesn’t sound cold or harsh. There’s a tint of concern to it, and you think maybe tonight will be one of his better nights. “What’re you doing? It’s 6 pm, why are you in bed? We have to leave soon.”

He sits down on his side of the bed and reaches over to brush his fingers across your skin. You try to stop the flinch but it’s impossible and you can feel Koko’s eyes narrowing.

You shake slightly and decide to speak up. “I don’t feel well Koko… and it’s cold out tonight. Can we skip dinner for another day?”

He looks at your shaking formm and his heart softens a bit. The weather had been awful lately, and it wasn’t expected to clear up tonight. His sympathy has him agreeing to your request. “Course, princess. I don’t want to drag you out if you don’t feel well.”

Unbeknownst to him, your shaking wasn’t because of the awful weather. You’d been reminiscing about missing your old and friends all day, not only that, his presence behind you was terrifying. It was too much to handle.

Koko scoots closer to you and brings your head to his lap. He strokes your skin gently as your breathing begins to level out. While you start to drift off, Koko notices a tear slip out of the corner of your eye. Yea, Koko thinks. It’s better to stay in tonight anyway. If his darling wasn’t feeling well he had to shelter her. It was dangerous outside. His grip on you tightens, protecting you is the only thing on his mind.

KAKUCHO

Last night was bad. Really bad. The worst night you’d had since you met Kakucho. It was late, and you were reading on the couch in the living room waiting for Kakucho to get off the phone with a subordinate. He was in his home office and from the sound of Kakucho’s yelling, the subordinate fucked up.

The door of his office swings open and Kakucho storms over to you. He looks beyond enraged, and you shrink further into the couch to brace yourself from his fury.

“Get up. We’re going to bed.”

Normally Kakucho is levelheaded, and you’ve never seen him like this before. In order to calm him down, you try to sound as gentle as you can when you speak.

“Kaku, can I stay up a few minutes? I’m on my last-“ you let out a shriek as Kakucho grabs your wrist hard and jerks you up. “Kaku! My -my wrist!” Violent pain shoots up your arm and you let out a loud sob.

Kakucho had broken a bone in your wrist. And your night ended with you in the ER, stammering some sort of excuse to the doctor about how you tripped and hurt your wrist, Kakucho’s hawk-like gaze trained on you the whole time.

That was last night. And tonight Kakucho had made a special dinner to apologize for breaking your wrist. He didn’t mean to break it. He had no intention of hurting you ever. But he had been worked aggravated already from his underlings incompetance and he couldn’t stand your talk back in the moment.

You couldn’t forget the pain though, or the vicious look in his eyes from last night. It terrified you. And you didn’t want to sit through a whole dinner, staring at him when all you could imagine was his wrath. What if it had been worse? It was your wrist last night, but what if he did it again in the future and your neck was the thing he decided to grab?

“Kakucho..” you mumble as you shuffle into the kitchen. “I’m really tired tonight.. can we do the dinner another time?” Your eyes are trained to the floor, afraid to meet his gaze.

“Oh. Ah… of course, love. I’ll save it for tomorrow. Go get some rest.” He places a kiss on top of your head, but he doesn’t miss your slight flinch. And later that night when he’s getting ready for bed, he definitely doesn’t miss the way that your side of the pillow is soaked in tears.

AKASHI TAKEOMI

Akashi’s grip tightens on your hip every time you squirm. You’re seated on his lap at the dinner table of his penthouse. Every so often he’ll lift his chopsticks to your mouth urging you to take a bite of food.

His hand travels down to your thighs and you quickly snap them shut before he reaches his destination. He lets out a low chuckle whispering into your neck.

“Let me touch you, princess. You don’t want to upset me hmm?”

Your heart beat picks up but you spread your legs a bit and Akashi wastes no time running his fingers all up and down your skin. He can’t keep his hands off of them. You let out small noises of discontent when Akashi presses his fingers on the burn and bite marks that are littered on your inner thigh.

“Do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it, baby. Or I’ll give you more of these tonight.” He presses hard on one last burn mark and you squirm in his grip.

Akashi continues to feed you after his assault. It’s too much. Feeding you at the same time as the slight throbbing on your thighs. You’re not hungry. Your appetite is completely gone from remembering your actions of last night.

Akashi pressing you into the bed. Akashi’s lips kissing up your legs and making your skin sear all over. Not in a good way though- making your whole body burn with dread.

You can’t escape these thoughts and if you don’t get out of his grasp soon, you know you’ll do something you’ll regret.

“Takeomi?” You turn your head around to slightly to look him in the eye. Your hand comes up to thumb at his scar. Physical affection tends to soften him up, and if you want to leave you know you’ll have to let him indulge in your touch just a little bit more.

“Can I go to the bedroom? I’m full, and I’m ready to rest.”

He gives you a hard look, one that makes you want to melt away from his gaze. But you stay still, not averting your eyes until he responds.

“You can leave if you give me a kiss.”

Your heart beats a bit as you lean in. If this is what you have to do to get out of his grasp, then you’ll just have to endure. The kiss is searing and rough. Akashi’s large hand grips the back of your neck and his teeth tug at your lips violently. You can feel the tears building up as he kisses you further. And when he pulls back it’s all you can do but get up off his lap and walk quickly out of the room.

Later when Akashi slots himself behind you in your shared bed and leans over to kiss your cheek, he spots the tear streaks there. You’ve been asleep for a long time already but they stick to your skin like a ruined painting. Akashi can’t help but smile to himself at the sight of your despair.

MIKEY

Curled up on the chaise lounge in Mikey’s office, waiting for him to be done for the day, your thoughts begin to wander.

Yesterday Mikey had business with some lower executive from another gang. The man wouldn’t stop looking at you during the whole meeting, and for the first time ever you were seeking out Mikey’s comfort. Your head was tucked into Mikey’s chest and your hands were shaking. When Mikey stepped away for a second to gather something from his desk, the other man approached. He placed a hand on your shoulder, and that was just enough to set Mikey off.

Blood covered the floor, and your shriek was still ringing through the air. Tears pooled down your face and as you tried to avert your eyes from the violent mess in front of you. Mikey had shot the guy. Mikey had shot him, just because he touched you.

Mikey turns to you, gun still dangling from his fingertips.”If they touch what’s mine, I’ll fucking kill them all.” His voice is void of all emotion.

Even though it’s a new day you can’t shake that whole scene out of your memory. So when Mikey steps towards your figure on the lounge, you shrink from his touch.

“Time to go darling. We’ve got our dinner reservations soon.” He tugs at your wrist but you don’t get up. Mikey turns to look back at you and narrows his eyes. “You disobeying me now? Is that it?”

“No Mikey.. I.. it’s just..” you’re eyes are looking anywhere but him and all you can think about is the way he killed that man in front of you last night. He grips your chin and forces you to look up at him- a silent command to speak up.

“Can we got back to the penthouse instead? I- I’m not hungry tonight.” Your voice trails off.  His his tightens his grasp on you, then he nods firmly.

His grip doesn’t leave yours until you get back to your bedroom. And you’ve been separated maybe a minute before he's pressed you up against the counter of your bathroom. His back to yours, staring at your reflection through the mirror. You fidget a bit and turn to look away from him.

“First you don’t want to eat with me, now you’re shying away from my touch. What’s going on darling?” His voice is dark and a hand comes up to grab at your neck.

All you can see is the blood. Your eyes slip shut and it’s still burned in your vision. Mikey. Blood seeping out of a body. The sound of a gun.

“Nothing Mikey. Please I’m just tired… please can I just go to bed?”

You’re folded up in the bath tub of your shared bathroom. Your back is to Rindou’s chest, and Rindou’s back is snuggled up against Ran’s lanky body. Ran’s long legs curve and trap both of your bodies in his hold, and you giggle a bit at the shivers you elicit from Ran as you lightly trail his tattoo.

“Rin baby you’re so tense tonight, hmm? Won’t you try and relax a bit. Just for us?” Ran’s teasing voice contradicts the soft way his head hooks over Rin’s shoulder and the affectionate kisses that he places against Rin’s neck.

“Fucking difficult day today, you know that already. Bastard.” Rinmumbles out the last part, and he squirms against you and Ran. You know his aversion to touch, and his need for personal space. But bath time is a routine and you have to stick to it. Which means Rindou is always squished in the middle no matter how much he curses and complains.

You turn your head around and pout at Rindou’s scowl. “We can make you feel better Rin. We always do.”

Rindou eyes you with a hard look, and then sighs when you bat your lashes at him delicately.

“Fine.”

That one word is all you need before you and Ran are diving in. Ran’s kisses turn sloppy and trail lower than Rindou’s neck. He makes obscene noises as he suckles at his brother's skin. It’ll likely leave marks that Rindou will complain about in the morning, but now all inhibitions are thrown out the window. Rindou is whimpering in his brother's hold, and you take it upon yourself to drive him further over the edge.

One of your hands glides up to cup Rindou’s face and you bring your lips to his, while your other hand sneaks under the water to grasp at Rindou’s balls. His hips jolt at your sudden touch, but you continue your movements until Rindou’s whimpers turn into full moans.

“Stop fucking teasing, princess.” He pulls away from your lips to give you a glare again, but the sensation of your hand and Ran’s lips on his skin as Rindou’s eyes fluttering in pleasure. It’s only a second before his head falls back on Ran’s shoulder, a shudder escaping the younger man's lips.

“Damn, you’re easy tonight.” Ran says. And you know Rindou is close to fucked out when all he responds with is a broken “shu-shut up.”

Ran chuckles, and whispers into Rin’s ear. “It’s okay baby, we’ve got you.” Ran leans over to bring you closer to him. He slots his lips on top of yours and brings his hand down into the water to bump against your hand still playing with Rindou’s balls.

“Let’s switch, princess.” He mumbles against your lips.

Your hand moves to Rindou’s cock as Ran’s hand takes your place grasping his balls. You jerk your hand up and down Rin’s dick, slowly moving it up to his cock head and occasionally teasing his tip with your finger. Rin groans at the added stimulation of both yours and Ran’s hands. His hips are thrusting desperately, and water begins to slosh out of the tub.

“Mmm, fucking close. so fucking close.”

“Already? We’ve barely touched you.”

Rindou answers his brother's teasing remarks with a broken cry, and you can see the way Rindou’s muscles tighten up before he’s releasing into the water around you both. His body sags against Ran’s chest, and you and Ran waste no time in peppering kisses against Rindou’s skin.

In these moments, when Rindou is vulnerable with overwhelming pleasure, it’s the only time when he accepts soft affection. You and Ran won’t admit to the way you manipulate him in these instances. How the whole reason behind weekly bath nights is because it always ends with both of your lips on Rindou. How this is the only way that the both of you can thank your boyfriend for his hard work, and precious place in your lives.

Your eyebrows crinkle together. “I thought he was doing better? D-did something happen?”

 “You fucking tell me.”

 The sharpness of Rindou[s words are enough for you to take a step back. Your mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. You take in another breath and you manage to push out your question, words shaky. “Rin, I- I dont understand. I had no idea he w-”

 “You had no idea? You had no fucking idea?” Rindou’s voice rises but Sanzu jostles in his lap, and Rindou places his hands back in Sanzu’s hair, grounding himself. “You’re the one he goes to when things get bad. You’re the one who promised to let me know when he needs help. He tells you every fucking thing. How the hell could you not know!?” A pained groan escapes from Rindous lips, and throws his head back with a sharp thunk.

 “Why would I lie to you? After all this, what would I gain from lying? About Sanzu’s health, of all things?” Your voice rises slightly and a tear escapes the corner of your eye.

 Rindou raises his head slowly and the thin mist glazing over his eyes clears a bit. A half moan, half hiss escapes his lips and then the anger on his face crumples.

 “Fuck. Fuck, angel. You're right” He reaches his arm out and you scamper over to his side, slotting into place while his arm wraps around your shoulder. “He was passed out cold when I got home earlier.” Rindou’s voice is now a murmur. Your head is tucked under his chin. His hand is still intertwined in Sanzus hair and you place your hand over Rindou’s to stop the tremble. “The pills were strewn all over the table. I- i had no idea it was getting this bad.”

 “I didn’t either, Rin. It’s not your fault. You know he hides it on purpose. He doesn’t want to disappoint us.” Your whisper cracks and you can’t stop the tears that begin to fall.

 “Except it is my fault. Fuck, I work with him for gods sake. Ythink I’d notice a change, ythink I’d be a better boyfriend by now.”

 Your head shoots up at Rindou’s listless statement of candor and your hands come up to cradle his jaw. “Rindou. Look at me Rin.”

 His eyes flit to yours. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this hurt before. His pupils are misty pools of obsidian that expand as his heart rate picks up. So often he’s the foundation for you and Sanzu to lean on. And you’re not used to this- this switching of roles. It’s jarring. Youre almost tempted to crumble under this pressure too. Your heart clamoring to give up from the anguish that you're feeling. But Rindou is the one cracking right now. His backbone, usually the strongest, has finally buckled under this weight. And it’s now your role tonight to tighten the strings between you and your boyfriends. To be the one that they lean on tonight.

 “It’s not your fault. You can’t blame yourself for Sanzu’s actions, ever. Do you understand?” Rindou mumbles a weak, unintelligible phrase that’s neither agreement or disagreement. “I’m being serious Rin. We can only be the support he needs throughout his addiction. We can’t fix it for him. It’s not your fault.”

 Rindou’s head falls forward, and plops onto your shoulder. Bringing your hands up, you now card them through his long hair, scratching at his scalp as you feel the tears begin to soak into your shirt. Rindou sobs quietly and you pull back to place a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

 “It’s gonna be okay, baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got both of you. I’m gonna get us through this. I have to.” Your soft coos help to bring Rindou back to earth. He stops crying with one final shudder and he lifts his head back up, nuzzling his forehead into the side of your cheek.

 “I love you, angel.”

 A stirring beneath you draws both of your attention to Sanzu. He wakes up with a groan, one hand shooting to his forehead with a throaty curse. “Shit. H-how long have I been out.” He squints up at you, one eye stark blue in the shadow of moonlight. It’s difficult to tell how much Sanzu recalls. Whether he’s aware of how fucked out he’d been earlier, and how much shit he’s taken tonight. But his shifty eyes and sullen appearance tell you that he remembers enough.

 “Probably hours, Sanzu. We’re not sure. You were passed out by the time Rin got home.”

 Sanzu curses again and slides his eyelids shut. He doesn’t even bother apologizing, knowing that it’ll solve nothing. “Don’t wanna do this anymore. Don’t fucking wanna do it.” His voice fractures at the end of his sentence and you brush your fingers through his hair, trying to get his breathing to stabilize again.

 It’s quiet for a few minutes. The sound of the clock above your TV is deafening, and the hum of downtown Tokyo is ever present despite the ungodly hour. There’s nothing for any of you to say. No apology or promise can heal the three of you. And you’ve all been together long enough, known each other long enough, to realize that words can’t compare to just being in each other’s presence. Your actions convey how you all feel about each other.

 Rindou shifts and you get up off the couch so that he can scoop Sanzu up. Although he’s shorter than Sanzu, his stature is much more built, and you trail after Rindou as he carries Sanzu into your shared bathroom.

 “How about a bath, angel? Sound good to you?” Rindou has set Sanzu on the edge of the tub and is kneeling before him, thick arms steadying the other man.