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Mikey

You were quiet as Mikey rummaged through the medicine cabinet for bandages. His face was stern, stony even as he grumbled to himself with words you couldn’t quite hear. He noticed you flinch and sniffle when he accidentally dropped the box onto the counter, and the movement out of the corner of his eye seemed to snap him back to reality. 

“Hey, I’m not mad at you.” He said, reading your mind. Of course, it wasn’t hard for him to read his younger brother, you’d been together since you were born. “I’m pissed at whoever had the balls to jump my little bro.” 

“It was Valhalla.” You muttered and Mikey nodded, having suspected that the rival gang had something to do with it. He began to clean the cuts before bandaging them up. “I’m sorry Mikey,” more tears welled into your eyes though you tried your hardest not to cry. 

“What have I told you about crying?” He asked, his voice gentle as he placed a hand on top of your head. 

“It’s a weakness.” You murmured, more to yourself than to him. You glanced up to see the brilliant smile on his face. “But Mikey, I am weak.” 

“No, you’re not.” He corrected you quickly as he helped you up. “You were outnumbered by guys twice your size. Now come on, let’s go to the dojo so I can show you how to use their size to your advantage next time.” 

You nodded and followed after him, quickly wiping your tears away so no one else would see. 

Draken

Draken scoffed as he wiped the blood from your face with a clean washcloth. Already he was formulating a way to find exactly who had done this to his younger brother to get payback. “Are you going to tell me who did this or are you still not speaking to me?” 

You let out an indignant huff before wincing when he applied alcohol to an open cut. You had had an argument with him earlier that day which caused you to run off. You didn’t want to admit how scared you had been when the guys from Valhalla attacked you. How you had found yourself wishing your big brother Kenchin was there to kick all their asses. 

“Fine,” He said, though he was mildly upset with you he was still angrier at your attackers. “I’m going to find out on my own then and they’re going to pay.” 

A defeated sigh left your lips before speaking, “It was some Valhalla guys…” 

Draken’s eyes darkened. “I’m calling a meeting tonight, you need to stay here.” He said, meaning the brothel where the two of you lived. 

You opened your mouth to protest but he shook his head. “Stay here and rest. I’ll take care of this. I’ll make sure no one fucks with my brother ever again.” 

Baji

“When I get my hands on them-” Baji said angrily as he wrapped a bandage around your forearm where you had been cut with a knife. “I’m going to-”

“Kei, it’s okay you don’t-” You started but he quickly cut you off. 

“It’s not okay! They could have killed you! What would I tell mom? She’d kill me if I let anything happen to you.” He replied as he finished tying it off. “Tell me exactly who did this.” 

You swallowed hard. Baji could be scary when he was mad, but mostly because you knew what level of violence he was capable of. Not that he had ever been too rough with you, he had just always been a protective and somewhat feral older brother. 

“Hanma’s gang.” You replied, not wanting to start a war between the two gangs but knowing Baji wouldn’t rest until you told him. “I don’t know who they were, I had never seen them before…” 

Baji grabbed the hair tie from his wrist and pulled his hair up into a ponytail. “I’m calling Chifuyu. Those bastards will regret ever laying eyes on you.” 

You nodded, knowing full well there was no way to stop the upcoming beatdown. “Be careful, Kei, they were really strong.” 

“No one’s stronger than your big bro,” Baji said with a smirk. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of this.” 

Mitsuya

Mitsuya had always been protective of you, just as he had been of your sisters. Even though he taught you how to fight, you still weren’t able to win against a whole group of Valhalla members. Mitsuya didn’t say much when he saw you, even now as you waited for him to access all of your bruises and cuts. 

“I’m sorry Taka.” You murmured, “I tried to fight them off, but I’m not as strong as you.” 

Mitsuya looked taken aback as he looked at the sheepish expression on your face. Surely you didn’t think this was your fault? “Hey, none of that, just tell me what happened.”

You explained how you were jumped after getting things from the convenience store for him as he managed to wrap your wounds. His split eyebrows were furrowed as he concentrated on listening rather than getting upset. When he was done, he patted you on the shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, Toman will take care of this.” He said. “An attack against you is an attack against me and they won’t stand for that.” His warm smile brought you the reassurance that something like this wouldn’t happen again, at least not for a long time. 

Shinichiro had always had a thing for strong women. Even as a teenager, he found himself more attracted to women who weren’t afraid to speak their minds. The ones that would say what they mean and not beat around the bush. Shin is very pro-woman so it’s not surprising that he’d turn out to be a feminist as well. 

In fact, you and Shin clicked so well together because you shared a lot of the same viewpoints. He didn’t shy away from you or turn his nose up at you. Instead, he nodded and agreed. He wasn’t afraid to beat down any guy that got too much in your face, even though he knew you could handle it yourself. 

He isn’t the suavest man on the planet, but perhaps because he’s not the best smooth talker was the reason you found yourself trusting him more than most men. Actually, Shin is a little dorky despite being a gang leader. But he does have an undeniable ability to lead and command attention when necessary, which is definitely not something to scoff at. 

Shinichiro worships the ground you walk on. When he falls in love, he falls hard. He would trip over himself just to be near you, and definitely grin like an idiot anytime you say his name. While he probably would never admit it, he did find you a little intimidating at first and Waka definitely had to dare him to go talk to you, but once he got to know you he realized that you weren’t scary at all. 

He doesn’t mind holding onto you and letting you drive his bike. He’s completely secure enough in his masculinity that he doesn’t feel weak for doing it. Plus he knows he can handle a fight against anyone that says otherwise. 

Mitsuya

Mitsuya had been working longer hours than usual lately. He had a fashion show at the end of the week and while he promised to make time for you, he had failed to keep it for several days in a row. Now he was arriving home to your shared apartment, a carefully made dinner long gone cold still sat on the dining table. A frown formed on his lips as he searched to find you curled up on your bed in the fetal position, crying softly. 

“Hey, hey, come on now.” He said softly as he laid down beside you, wrapping you in his arms. You flinched at the soft touch, and he instantly felt a huge wave of guilt wash over him. “I’m sorry,” He said as he tried to pepper you with kisses, but each time you shied away from him. 

“This is the fourth night in a row, Taka.” You mumbled, obviously still very upset with him. A few kisses weren’t going to dig him out of the hole he had put himself in by overworking. He had always struggled with time management, especially when a deadline was so close. 

“I know,” though he sounded regretful, you were skeptical of how bad he truly felt. Mitsuya wanted nothing more than to bring that pretty smile back to your face. “Why didn’t you call me? I told you before you should. I get so wrapped up that I forget to check the time.” 

“I just figured if you cared, you would want to come home and spend time with me.” You replied, and he knew that your fractured trust was partially his fault. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a long time as you lay in silence for what felt like hours. 

“I’ve been working on a surprise for you.” He admitted sheepishly, “I wasn’t going to tell you but the grande finale to my show is a garment I made especially for you. I’ve just been so obsessed with making it perfect that I guess I lost sight of what’s more important, which is our relationship. 

A small smile lit up your face, “Really? For me?” 

“Yes, of course.” He said, giving your body a gentle squeeze as he hugged you. “Just for you.”

Baji

Baji had always been a bit of a wild card. He was known to fly off the handle at small inconveniences, and something even had simple as hunger could make him do violent things. However, one thing Baji had never done was show this kind of violence towards you.

It wasn’t until one particularly bad night, he had gotten into a fight and was still high on adrenaline when he came home. He began slamming doors to cabinets, kicking furniture, and generally being aggressive towards inanimate objects. 

He was too caught up in his anger to notice the way you were cowering away from him. How every loud sound that he made would make you swallow hard and pull the blanket wrapped around your shoulders even tighter. It wasn’t until he realized that you were missing from his side did he notice how petrified you looked. 

“Hey, hey, Angel I’m sorry.” He murmured, knowing he’d gotten caught up in his own head again. He didn’t mean to frighten you, and while he’d never lay a hand on you he knew that your trauma response couldn’t be helped. He put on a smile to try and show that he wasn’t upset and you let out a relieved sigh. 

“I hate when you get like that, Kei…” You said in a quiet voice.

“I know,” He replied, pulling you into a tight hug. “I got carried away again. There’s some ice cream in the freezer, why don’t I make us both a bowl and you put on a movie you like, would that make you feel better?” 

You nodded, relieved that he could be so sweet and understanding despite such a rough exterior. Baji pulled away from you and grinned. “Go pick out what you want to watch, then.” He watched as you shuffled into the living room and he made a mental note that next time he should just stay out until he’s calmed down. 

Sanzu knew the moment he caught you riding his brother’s slender cock that he had to have you. He had long since had thoughts about sneaking into your bedroom at night and welcoming you into the family as their new step-sister, but it seemed as if his older brother had beaten him to the punch. His eyes watched as your nude form bounced up and down quickly on Takeomi’s dick as he thrust up into you at a matched pace. Your tits moved in perfect harmony with your hips. He nearly came in his pants just from watching the two of you. 

He had been reluctant to share a place with his brother shortly after his twentieth birthday. He was even more reluctant when he suggested their younger step-sibling move in until she got on her feet. You were only a few months younger than Sanzu himself and he’d be lying if he hadn’t been lusting after you since the day you had met at your parents’ wedding. 

He didn’t know why he didn’t step in that night. Why he didn’t try to join when he woke up to the soft creaks of Takeomi’s bed and muffled moans from your mouth. At first, he had thought Teakomi had brought someone home or he was just masturbating, he had not been expecting to find you in the throes of passion with your own older step-brother. 

Suddenly his mind drifted to his biological little sister and how much of a pain in the ass she had been. Rage bubbled up in his gut at the thought of Senju. He pushed the feelings away as he used his credit card to divvy out a line of white powder from the pile on the small mirror. He grabbed a rolled-up yen note and inhaled it with ease. All of the practice had made perfection. 

Tonight was the night he was going to have you whether you wanted him or not. He’d seen the way you looked at him. The fear in your eyes as you stared at the parallel scars on the sides of his mouth. What kind of monster was he? Well, you were going to find out as soon as Takeomi left for the store. There would be no one there to save you.

As soon as he heard the front door close, Sanzu made his way from his room to yours. He didn’t bother knocking as he opened the door to find you laying on your stomach on your bed, looking at your phone while in nothing but your underwear and one of Takeomi’s T-shirts. You looked over your shoulder, a look of surprise crossing your features as Sanzu made his way over to you with a menacing grin. 

“Haruchiyo? What are you-” He grabbed you by the arm and forcefully flipped you over onto your back. You let out a small squeak of surprise at the sudden movement, your phone falling out of reach. “Stop! You shouldn’t be in here! Get out!” 

You began to fight him, attempting to push him off with all your might. Nothing was working as he only laughed at your feebleness. “What’s wrong, sis? Is it because I’m not our shitty older brother?” 

Sanzu cackled at the shocked look on your face. How did he know? You two had been so careful, hadn’t you? Takeomi had said Sanzu was a hard sleeper and that nothing woke him up after he finally passed out from the drugs and alcohol. Had he been mistaken? “That’s right, I know what a little slut you are.” He said, his tone suddenly turning from playful to angry. “You’ll be begging me to play with your pussy by the time I’m done with you.” 

He began to rip off your clothes and though you still fought him, he easily overpowered you, rendering you naked underneath him in no time. His pink tongue slid across his lips at the sight of your body. He leaned down and took in a mouthful of your right breast before biting down hard enough to make you cry out in pain. 

When he pulled away you looked down to see the massive red mark he left behind, the indentions where his teeth had sunk into you were already turning purple. “Haru, please stop this.” You whimpered as he lifted off to pull off his own clothes. He had been smart, only wearing a shirt and a pair of sweat pants when he walked in for easy access. Before taking them off he had pulled out a small bottle of lube. 

He noticed your eyes drift to his flushed cock, “See what your begging does to me? Makes me so fucking hard I can’t take it.” He sounded unhinged and while Takeomi had warned you to keep your distance from Sanzu, you had always thought he just didn’t like his younger brother. Now you saw it had really been for your own safety. 

He opened the bottle and lathered his fingers with lube. He tossed the container to the side before spreading your legs and inserting two fingers into your asshole, the burn from the sudden stretch making you whimper once more. 

The two digits glided in and out of you with ease thanks to the lubricant. “Has brother fucked this hole yet?” He asked and you shook your head no, hoping honesty would grant you mercy. 

“Guess I get the be the first at something then, huh, lil sis?” He began to scissor his fingers inside of you to stretch out your tight asshole. You did your best to try and relax, knowing it would hurt less if you did. 

A moan escaped from your mouth and Sanzu paused for a moment, surprised that you were able to enjoy this. It wasn’t that it was a bad thing, it just made it a tad less fun for him. “Moaning already? Takeomi really trained you well, didn’t he?” He seethed as he added a third finger that had you trying to jerk your hips away from him. 

“I’m going to fuck this pretty ass of yours, make sure you’re all used up by the time he comes home. You think he’ll ever look at you again, sis? You think he’ll still want you after I’ve had you?” His words bit into you. You had known Takeomi since before your parents had even met. 

The two of you had a whirlwind romance and the taboo of being step-siblings only made the sex that much more fun. Now you wondered if it was all a big mistake as you found yourself leaning into Sanzu’s touch, rocking your hips to feel more. Your pussy gushing with arousal as you caught yourself wishing he’d fuck that instead. 

“You ready to beg yet, sister?” He hissed into your ear and you shook your head no despite wanting him to touch you more. You didn’t want to give in and let him win, even if it was already evident how turned on you were. 

Sanzu had a wicked grin on his face as pulled his fingers out. He took a seated position on the bed and pulled you into his lap with your back to him so you could face the door. He lifted you up to align his cock with your now gaping hole and pushed in without much care for your comfort. 

Another moan was ripped from your lips as he lowered you down so you were sitting in his lap, his hands on your thighs and holding them apart so when your older brother returned he’d get a full view. He began to thrust up into you, not giving you much time to adjust to the large dick now inside of your ass. It hurt but like the first time with vaginal sex, the pain was quickly disappearing as you bounced. 

The front door suddenly opened and Takeomi immediately heard the tell-tale sounds of fucking. Even worse he knew your voice when he heard it. He dropped his bags and rushed into your room to see exactly what Sanzu had wanted him to see. Your face flushed at the lewd slapping sounds of Sanzu’s balls against your taint. 

Not surprisingly, Takeomi did not lose his composure. He knew that you didn’t initiate this and that his little brother who was balls deep in your asshole was the culprit. “That’s how you want to play, Haruchiyo?” He asked as he put out his cigarette and disrobed. “Let’s see who makes her cum first.” 

“Take, wait!” You said, attempting to get him to listen to reason first. There was no way you could take both of them at the same time. Though Takeomi had no intentions of letting his little brother show him up like this. 

His cock was quick to stiffen up, the sights and sounds of you getting fucked enough to get him there even if it was his brother doing it. He pushed the two of you back onto the bed and Sanzu stopped for a moment to adjust his angle before starting again. 

“Fuck look how wet you are.” Takeomi breathed out as he hit your clit with the head of his penis. “I’m going to slip right in, darling.” 

“No-” Before you could protest further, your oldest step-brother was thrusting inside of you. You cried out, grasping onto his shoulders as your toes curled with delight. The way his tip pressed against your g-spot had your head spinning and Takeomi cursed at how much tighter you were than usual. 

You received a sloppy kiss from Takeomi while Sanzu bit at your shoulder as he increased his pace, trying to outperform his brother. Takeomi only kept pace with him, gradually increasing as he pushed in deeper and deeper. 

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak. You screamed out loud enough that the neighbors pounded on the wall to get you to quiet down, both holes clamping down around them as your entire body seemed to seize with pleasure. It was impossible to tell who exactly got you there first, Sanzu or Takeomi but neither man seemed to care as they began to chase their own release. 

Your mind was swimming with endorphins and they filled you with cum simultaneously, both of them fucking it into your holes as deep as they could before pulling out and giving you a breath of relief. Takeomi watched as the white fluid dripped out of your stuffed holes and instead of being angry with Sanzu, he was genuinely pleased. 

“Next time don’t start without me.” He said and Sanzu just laughed as you shook in his arms. 

Everyone knew Rindou’s capabilities were thanks to his wrestling background. He was naturally gifted in bending into positions most of the other men couldn’t. It made him that much more of a skilled fighter when it came to brawls with other gangs. 

You hardly caught his attention at first. Of course, it wasn’t like there were a lot of girls in the gang but he didn’t treat you like one. He saw you as just another pawn for him and his brother to use to better their standing in Tokyo. It wasn’t until the gang was in the middle of a fight, struggling to take the upper hand that he saw just how flexible you could be. 

That’s when you finally got his attention. He watched as you hit and kicked, dodging attacks with quick reflexes. Seeing your lithe movements made him curious, how did you get so flexible? He decided to follow you one day to find out, wanting to know more about you without you knowing about his curiosity.

He knew you didn’t want to be treated differently than the other delinquents, though he already found himself being a little more lenient with you. Nicer, less abrasive, even talking more when you were around instead of letting Ran do it for him. 

Hopefully, you wouldn’t notice. 

You were oblivious as you made your way to the yoga studio and began to start your stretches for the day. Rindou made sure to keep out of sight as he watched you move into positions that he knew he would never be able to. At least, not on his own. 

When you came out of the studio, sweating and ready for a nice long shower, you were surprised to find Rindou waiting for you on the sidewalk. “Rin? What are you doing here?” You asked, blinking as he looked at you with a nearly blank expression. 

“I want you to show me how to do that.” He said, hiding his embarrassment by making it sound like an order. 

“Um, okay.” You replied. “Want to come over to my place? We can start right away.” 

He gave you a slight nod, “Lead the way.” He replied and you started towards your home with him in tow, wondering why he wanted to get into yoga all of a sudden. You shrugged it off, it was best not to overthink it. 

Over the next few weeks, the two of you became closer. Rindou began to open up more about himself and you felt more at ease with him than you did before. Sure he could be a sadist but he had a sweet side too, one that he only showed you when the two of you were in private together. 

The two of you had made a habit of doing yoga together weekly to keep yourselves in shape for the next big fight. It even came to a point where you were trying couples poses, the relationship slowly evolving into something more serious than just friends.

You were a little more oblivious to the feelings of the two boys than the others around you. You thought that they were just being kind to you for being a new member. Mikey had Mitsuya work all night on your uniform without reprieve. Draken made sure you were properly fed and had a safe place to sleep. They each began to do little things either to get you to notice them or simply to win your affection.

They were both quiet about their affections, not ones to be overtly showy when it came to romance. In fact, when Chifuyu told them to just ask you out and see who you chose, it was as if the thought had never occurred to them. You had become used to Draken asking you about your day and Mikey probing to make sure no one was giving you a hard time or bothering you. It was nice to feel wanted and cared for by others, especially the leaders of the gang you were in. Tokyo Manji definitely wasn’t like other gangs in the city. 

But, things were starting to become tense. Draken and Mikey were arguing more and more, clearly no longer seeing eye-to-eye. Takemichi had tried to talk them through it and get them to makeup but it didn’t seem to be working any more than Chifuyu’s advice. It would seem like the gang was split 50-50, half for Mikey and half for Draken.

That’s when a festival came to town and both Draken and Mikey wound up the courage to ask to take you on the same night. Unsure of what to do, you said yes to both of them. That night when they arrived at the meeting spot you agreed to, they were surprised to find the other there. 

“What is this? I thought it was going to be just us.” Draken said, obviously a little dejected at having his rival show up. 

Mikey was quiet though he was clearly not happy. “Y/N….” he muttered, “Did you really say yes to both of us?” 

“Yes,” You replied with a shy smile. “I thought it would be more fun with the three of us.” 

“Is that what you want?” Draken asked, straightening up as he thought about it. He and Mikey had shared a lot over the past few years, how hard could it be to share you too? 

You nodded and took both of their hands, “there’s enough of me to go around, don’t you think?” 

Mikey and Draken exchanged looks before nodding. While they were still a little upset at having to share, it didn’t seem like a totally bad idea. After all, the three of you were together all the time anyway. This way no one would be left out. 

Throughout the date, the two boys won you prizes from games and bought you any food that you wanted. They seemed happier than they had been in weeks since they were no longer at odds with one another, even though they still became a bit competitive with who would pay for what. That night they both got a goodbye kiss and that was enough for them to realize that this was, in fact, possible. 

Eventually, the three of you settled into life as a throuple and while there was still some occasional bickering, things always seemed to work themselves out in the end. 

Hanma’s cock went in at a fast pace, his hand around your throat as he watched your eyes gloss over from ecstasy. Your toes curled as he adjusted his angle of entry so that he could add friction to the sweet spot inside of you. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind, sweetheart.” He said in a cocky tone, knowing how much you couldn’t resist him. “Especially fucking you stupid like this.” You cried out for him, only making him fuck you harder. “That’s it, lovely, scream for me.” He said in a condescending tone before releasing your throat to allow air and blood to rush to your head.

Tetta Kisaki

Kisaki’s kisses seared down your neck, setting you on fire between your legs as his teeth grazed your pulse point. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind today.” He murmured, his hand snaking into the front of your pants to press a finger against your clit. “Judging by the state of your panties, I’d say you couldn’t get me out of yours either.”

“N-No,” You protested as he rubbed slow controlled circles around the bud of nerves, leaning back against his hard chest as he chuckled darkly into your ear. By the end of the night, the only word you’d be able to say is yes.

Takeomi Akashi

Takeomi took a drag of his cigarette as he watched you take more of him into your mouth. A small moan sends vibrations through your mouth and throat, causing him to get even harder. “You know, I couldn’t get you out of my mind, doll.” He said, watching you with a lazy smirk as he thrust upwards into your mouth to choke you.

He put the cigarette out so he could grab a fist full of your hair and force you down onto him even more. “Fuck, that’s it, take it all in like a good bitch. I’ll fuck you nice and good if you don’t gag.” He teased, feeling you relax your jaw as much as you possibly could as he continued to fuck your mouth.