#tr x reader

Mikey looked between them. “What.” 

The former cleared his throat, while the latter struggled to hold it together. “Have you seen yourself recently?” 

“What kind of question is that?” 

“I mean…” His eyes flit over to the child happily coloring, then back at him. “She’s certainly tapped into her creative side as of late. Drawing on the walls, handprints all on the windows, and…” Kakucho vaguely gestured. Mikey’s brow twitched, irritation simmering. 

“Spit it out.” 

“The world is her canvas, s’all I’m saying."

"Including your face.” Kakucho side-eyed the lavender-haired man for the comment before shaking his head. 

The platinum blonde blinked. His face? He slowly reached up to feel around the skin, and sure enough. Stickers. Several, in fact. Two on the cheek, one near his eyebrow, forehead and his chin. He peeled one off and looked at it, the word ‘Super!’ staring back at him. “Oh.” 

Looking at his daughter, she continued to color without much care for the conversation happening. Much like her father, her selective hearing was strong. Mikey sighed, “Little menace. Must’ve got me when I was–I mean we were napping. Oi.” 

She looked up at him upon his call, head tilted curiously. All three executives felt a pang in their chest at the devastatingly adorable sight. Mikey steeled himself, attempting to look stern as he presented the sticker. “Wanna explain?” 

Her little brows scrunched in thought. After a brief moment, she beamed as she pointed at him, “Papa, super! Gave stickers, like Mama!” 

Confusion colored his expression until it dawned on him. You’re a school teacher, or were one. Currently you are on maternity leave, cooking her up a baby brother. However, your teaching persona would come out at home, disciplining or rewarding with the same methods, such as stickers. You had a whole tub of school supplies, overflowing with those in particular. And evidently, the little troublemaker had been snooping around in it. 

Unable to hold the stern facade any longer, Mikey offered a small, but rare–Well, rare for his colleague–smile. With a huff, he leaned forward to kiss her forehead before placing the star sticker to the spot, earning him a gleeful giggle in return; the best reward. Ruffling her hair, Mikey spoke with warmth, “I think you’re super.” 

“No, you are!” 

“No, you are,” he parroted, poking her nose. It scrunched up immediately, sending another dreadful pang in his chest. Good thing you were already pregnant with baby number two, otherwise there would be nothing stopping him from ditching work to get on that ASAP. 

The third-in-command cleared his throat. Mikey's smile drops for the second time. “Apologies. We have our meeting with the shareholders in twenty. Sanzu is ready with the car, and the Haitanis agreed to watch over the young miss while we’re gone.” 

“Wouldn’t say we agreed, but beats sitting in on that bullshit.” 

“Watch your mouth.” Mikey warned. “She repeats any of that at home, I’m telling [____] it’s your fault.” 

“Snitching on me to the teacher? That’s low, Boss.” 

“Please don’t take advantage of his good mood.” Kakucho exasperated, rubbing his temple. Ran conceded with a shrug, lowering to level with the little one.

“Alright, mini Boss, you're comin' with uncle Ran. Let’s go make uncle Rin your next masterpiece.”

Her eyes light up brighter than before, if possible. “Mm!” Dropping her crayons, she pushed herself off the ground to toddle over to the eldest Haitani. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Turning to Mikey, she rushes to him and falls into his arms for a hug. “Buh-bye, Papa! Wub you!” 

Mikey startled a little but soon relaxed, still getting used to the onslaught of affection she was so full of; seeing so much of you in her everyday. He patted her head, “Me too, sweetheart.” 

“Stickers stay on?” She peered at him, hopeful. 

He stiffened. Opening his mouth to protest, the words turn to ash in his mouth at her pleading gaze. With a sigh, he gave a resigned nod. “I’ll keep them on all day. Promise.” 

Ran and Kakucho exchanged a glance. 

—

Murderers, traffickers, scum of the earth alike couldn’t believe their eyes. 

Colorful stickers, some big and some small, littered across the lethal leader’s face like the inside of a child’s school book. And he sat there. Unperturbed. Unbothered. Unashamed. 

Because who’s gonna check a crashout who loves his kid? 

manjiro stepped out of the shadows like he belonged to them. his usual lazy, sleepy expression was gone. in its place was something ice-cold, almost dead—the mikey that even provoked fear in the strongest delinquents.

the guy’s entire demeanor changed instantly, displaying an apologetic look as he laughed nervously. “c’mon, mikey, i was just joking—”

mikey didn’t raise his voice. he didn’t need to. in a second, he grabbed the bastard by the collar and slammed him against the concrete with terrifying strength. his dark eyes were empty, devoid of any warmth.

“you touched what’s mine,” mikey said lowly. “you disrespected them. in front of me.” his grip tightened, dragging the guy’s weight around.

“i don’t care if you’re new. i don’t care if you’re strong. no one touches them. no one looks at them the wrong way, not even think about it.” mikey’s voice dropped even lower.

“or i’ll make sure you never think again.”

you stepped forward, gently placing a hand on your boyfriend’s arm. “mikey…it’s okay. he got what he deserves already.”

“don’t be killing the guy now, mikey.” draken walked up behind him with a sigh, but didn’t pull the shorter male away. a few others were gathered nearby too. all of them knew that tone. and knew what happened when mikey got protective.

he didn’t let go of the guy immediately. but after a long, suffocating silence, he finally released his grip, leaving the other one crumpled to the ground, gasping.

the blonde turned to you, and just like that—the intimidating aura vanished. his expression softened completely as he reached out to cup your face with both hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks with a tenderness that left the others shocked at how different their leader looked right now.

“no one touches you,” he murmured into your hair, quiet enough that only you could hear. “not while i’m here. you’re mine to protect.”

“you alright?” he asked softly. “did he hurt you?” “no,” you shook your head. “more like i hurt him instead.” mikey studied your face for another second, then tugged you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

he pressed a light kiss to the top of your head, then glanced back at the trembling guy with dead eyes.

“consider this your only warning.”

today, you’d stopped by bonten hq to bring your brother lunch. harmless. normal. nothing serious. except, of course, sanzu greeted you with a dramatic, “aw, baby sis, you missed me already?” and hugged you.

not a side hug. a full-bodied, arms-wrapped-around-you, chin-on-your-shoulder hug.

and unfortunately, that’s the exact moment koko walked into the room.

...

"guys, we need to tell mikey."

rindou blinks. “tell him what?”

“his wife,” koko says darkly. “is cheating.”

cue dramatic gasp from mochizuki.

ran squints. “wait, the pretty one who brought cupcakes last week?”

“yes.”

“the one who tied my tie for me when i couldn’t get it right?”

“yes.”

“...she’s cheating?”

“with sanzu.”

dead silence.

“what the actual—” mochi starts, but koko cuts him off.

“i saw them hugging. she called him ‘baby.’ and he said he missed her.”

“sanzu says that to me and i’m not even into men,” rindou mutters.

mochizuki rubs his temples. “so we tell mikey?”

“absolutely not,” ran says. “i like living.”

but rindou already looks deep in thought, probably imagining a world where mikey goes off the rails. again.

“he deserves to know.”

“you deserve to shut up,” koko hisses.

“guys, he’s literally walking over here—”

“what’s going on?”

mikey’s voice cuts clean through the room, quiet but sharp.

everyone freezes. literally no one wants to be the one to say it. they all look at each other, telepathically pushing the responsibility onto someone else.

and rindou, bless his stupid, stupid mouth, cracks first.

“YOUR WIFE IS CHEATING WITH SANZU—”

record scratch.

you and sanzu walk in literally at that moment. you’re holding his leftover lunch, sipping from a shared soda can, mid-laugh.

your smile drops.

mikey blinks. “…what.”

you look between the guys and your husband. “...what the hell did you just say?”

ran is already sliding down the wall. koko looks like he’s calculating escape routes. mochizuki’s whispering a prayer.

and then, sanzu—utterly unfazed—just sighs.

“dumbasses,” he mutters. “she’s my sister.”

everyone stops breathing.

mikey tilts his head. “…wait, did they not know?”

“you never told them?!”

“i forgot.”

“YOU FORGOT?”

sanzu shrugs. “i don’t go around telling people my family tree.”

ran slaps a hand over his face. “you two couldn’t have warned us? i’ve been panicking for like, 30 minutes!”

you blink. “you thought i was cheating with haru?”

“you called him baby!!”

“he’s my brother!”

mikey reaches out and gently pulls you to his side. you’re still fuming, half-annoyed, half-shocked that any of them thought you would cheat. on mikey. with sanzu, of all people.

“do you want me to kill them?” mikey asks calmly, like he’s offering to take out the trash.

“no,” you sigh, resting your head on his shoulder. “just let them suffer.”

and suffer they do.

for the rest of the week, the rest of bonten avoids both you and sanzu like the plague.

nobody makes eye contact. nobody asks questions. and absolutely nobody hugs you again.

the sharp clicks of a mouse, the rapid and aggressive tap of keys, and the smug, mocking bite in rindou’s voice dragged you out of sleep.

you blinked against the dim, neon tinted light of his room, stretching out into the warm space where he’d been lying beside you not too long ago. the sheets still heavy with the scent of cigarettes and his expensive cologne.

with a sleepy groan, you fell into that slow, lazy stretch, arms pulling up, back arching, and toes pointing beneath the tangled sheets. your hand aimlessly reached over for him, looking for that familiar warmth, only to catch nothing but cold, empty air.

figures. typical rin behavior.

you spotted the crumpled scrap of black lace on the floor, right where he’d tossed it earlier in his damn hurry to get you undressed. you reached down, slipping it back on, the familiar fabric cool against your skin. the matching bra was nowhere in sight, but that wasn’t unusual.

it never stayed on for long when you were with rindou, anyway.

when you sat up, a quick glance at the clock told you it was past midnight. the neon glow from his monitor painted the side of his face, casting sharp shadows over his tattoos. he was slouched in his gaming chair. the overpriced, ridiculous one he swore was “worth every yen” with his headset on, leaned forward with that typical arrogant posture. his hair was still a mess from earlier, but his eyes were locked on the screen like you didn’t even exist.

“rin,” you murmured, voice still rough from sleep as you padded across the room, stopping beside his gaming chair.

no answer. just more clicking and a muttered, “fuck! we gotta win the next round, you fuckers!”

you tried again, a little louder. “rinnie.”

from his headset came familiar voices, ran's sharp laugh and sanzu's low taunting rumble.

“yo, rindou,” sanzu drawled, “your girl’s up.”

you froze, instinctively folding your arms across your bare chest even though you’d already slipped your underwear back on, the matching bra still missing somewhere in the room. your gaze darted to the small webcam perched above the monitor.

“they can see me?” you asked, narrowing your eyes as you instinctively took a small step to the side, moving just out of the camera’s immediate scope.

“relax,” rindou muttered, his fingers still flying across the keys without missing a beat. “they don’t care, baby. don't trip.”

then sanzu's chuckle rolled through the headset, dripping with malice and amusement. “it’s not like this is new. we’ve even heard you before, doll.”

your head snapped toward the screen, face burning. “WHAT?”

rindou didn’t even blink, completely unbothered by the fact that his gang knew his business. “homies know i fuck my baby well,” he said, lips curling into a smug, arrogant grin as his hand reached out and gave your ass a quick, sharp slap before going right back to the mouse.

sanzu laughed again, low, slow, and entirely too amused. “i wouldn’t mind if she came a little closer to the lens though. let us see what you're hiding, rindou.”

that earned a smirk from you as you perched yourself on the armrest of his gaming chair, facing rindou. your back was toward the camera, giving them a clear view of your curves and the hint of black lace you were wearing.

“at least someone’s paying attention,” you murmured, letting your eyes flick briefly to the camera lens, at sanzu, before looking back at rindou.

sanzu’s laugh came through the headset, raspy and mocking. “damn, rindou… how the fuck are you so focused on the game right now? i’m more distracted than you, bro. let me get a look.”

a chuckle followed from ran, smooth, lazy, and entirely too amused by his little brother. “no kidding. ignore the match, rin-rin.”

rindou didn’t even crack a smile. his jaw tightened, his sharp eyes narrowing through his glasses. “know your place, idiots,” he said flatly, his tone dripping with hot delinquent pride.

he set the controller down, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force as he guided you off the armrest. the comms went quiet for half a second before breaking into low, appreciative whistles as you rose to your feet, only to step between his legs and settle onto the chair, straddling his lap.

“holy shit-” sanzu muttered, the sound of him scoffing echoing over the mic.

“damn, that’s a show,” ran added, completely loving the chaos.

rindou’s attention was entirely on you now, the game forgotten. both of his hands slid up and down your bare sides with deliberate, heavy strokes, his palms warm against your skin. you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, one drifting up to cup his face, your thumb brushing his cheekbone in lazy circles. you leaned in to pepper a few loud, playful kisses across his sharp jawline before his head dipped lower, lips pressing a rough kiss to one breast, then the other, acting like he had all the time in the world for you and absolutely zero for the rest of the gang.

“this is making me hard, bro,” sanzu’s voice suddenly drawled through the headset, entirely shameless.

you blinked, pulled back to reality, the heat in your cheeks spiking when it hit you.

the boys could actually see you.

and they’d seen a lot.

worse, this wasn’t the first time rindou had let them catch a glimpse. typical arrogant haitani behavior, always showing off what's his. gods, rindou. why would you- ugh.

you turned your head toward the monitor at sanzu’s voice, and the movement shifted your torso, offering them a perfect view of the swell of your chest.

rindou’s hand came up immediately, covering your chest in a suffocatingly possessive grip, fingers curling tightly into your skin to pull you back toward him, forcing you to face him instead of the camera.

“fuck,” he muttered, his hot-headed nature flaring as he reached over with his free hand to violently flick the camera off.

rindou angled his chair back toward the desk, pulling you along with him so you stayed perched snugly on his lap. both of his hands went right back to the mouse and keyboard, his posture straight like having his girl straddling him during a match was completely regular business.

you leaned in, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to his jaw, trailing down to the curve of his neck where his collarbone met his throat.

“rin…” you murmured against his skin. “baby… the game can wait, please”

“push mid, now,” he ordered into the mic, his voice clipped, smooth, and completely ignoring your teasing.

ran’s laugh cracked through the comms. “bro, they’re done for. this idiot just walked right into your trap.”

“yooo- rindou, you wiped the whole squad again?!” sanzu barked a laugh. “guess the haitani brothers really can multitask.”

you kissed his neck again, right over his warm skin, whispering, “just look at me for a second…” your hands slid to his chest, fingers curling lightly into his skin, feeling the subtle flex of muscle beneath your touch.

his eyes stayed glued to the screen. “two more. clean it up,” he murmured, tracking the minimap. his thighs shifted beneath you, the movement making you rock ever so slightly against him, but his hands never left the setup.

ran and sanzu's voices overlapped, taunting the other team. “easy win! we took the top spot again.”

rindou glanced at the scoreboard, his expression completely deadpan. “pathetic.” then, without missing a beat, he went right back to finishing the match, still refusing to give you the satisfaction of a real reaction.

but since he wouldn’t give you his attention, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

you slid your hands up to his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating off him. your palms moved deliberately, tracing every contour before inching downward. your fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers, and with teasing patience, you slid your hand down, stroking the length pressed hard against the fabric.

rindou stiffened, a sharp, ragged breath escaping him. “hey, not now,” he said, his voice a little shaky as his hand reached down to weakly push your wrist away, “i’m still playing, baby.”

you smiled softly, watching his carefully built control completely unravel. his jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped, but the dark flush rising on his neck gave him away. his usually sharp, competitive glare flickered into something dark, heavy, and vulnerable.

“focus, rinnie. aren't you locked in, mmm?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over him. “or are you about to take your first real loss tonight?”

he tried to retort with a snarky, “jesus, babe-” but the words caught in his throat, replaced by a breathy, “oh, fuck…” that slipped out despite his best effort to stay cool in front of the guys.

you retracted your hand slowly and leaned in, your fingertips brushing his lower lip before gently tugging it down. “spit,” you commanded softly.

rindou hesitated for a fraction of a heartbeat, his dangerous gang executive aura melting away as he obediently let a small amount of saliva gather in his mouth before releasing it into your palm.

your hand dipped back inside his boxers, wrapping around his heat fully now. you started to stroke with purpose, your movements slow and rhythmic.

from across the game, ran smirked, definitely noticing the change in his brother's gameplay. “oi, rindou! you’re lagging! what's taking so long?”

“shut up!” rindou shot back, though his voice cracked just a bit too much to sound convincing. “i’m not lagging, moron.”

sanzu snickered, throwing playful, unhinged jabs. “hell, anyone’d lose focus with a girl like that putting in work. let him cook, ran.”

rindou gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white on the mouse, but he couldn’t hide the dark flush creeping across his face. “focus on the game, you idiots.”

you pressed your hand a little harder, slicking the length of him, eliciting a low, almost inaudible groan from deep in his throat. he swallowed hard, attempting to maintain his composure, but it was clear he was completely losing it.

ran shook his head with a grin. “sure, sure. you keep telling yourself you're fine, rin-rin.”

rindou glanced up at you, his eyes narrowing, dark with a promise of absolute trouble. “consider yourself wrecked after this. good luck walking out of this room tomorrow.”

you smirked, your fingers never stopping their slow, agonizing pace. “oh, i think you’re enjoying this way more than you’re letting on, rinnie.”

rindou’s lips twitched in a reluctant smile as he tried to focus back on the screen, but the tension in his body betrayed him.every muscle taut, every breath shallow and uneven.

suddenly, rindou’s eyes snapped away from the screen entirely, the word bursting out before he could stop it. “fuck!” he violently yanked off his gaming headphones, slamming them onto the desk. the sudden silence in the room was deafening.

without a word, he stood up, his gaze locked on you with a fierce, starved hunger. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, arms winding around his neck as he pulled you closer against his chest.

he grabbed you with a rough, delinquent urgency and practically slammed you down onto his gaming table, your ass nearly crashing into the keyboard and his crumpled gang uniform jacket scattered near the gear. your back pressed hard against the edge of his glowing computer tower, the heat between you instantly electric.

his hands slid down your sides, dipping under the waistband of your panties. with a swift, careless pull, he ripped them down your thighs as his cock instantly found its place against you, hard, demanding, and slick.

he grasped your thighs firmly, bruising your skin as he pulled them forward just enough for you to take him whole. his breath hitched, his voice low, guttural, and dripping with raw desire. “you wanted this so bad, huh? can't fucking wait? now fucking take it.”

the sound of your breath hitched as rindou thrust into you, hard and fast, driving you against the edge of the gaming table. his hands gripped your hips with a fierce, territorial possessiveness, his hips snapping relentlessly.

“fuck, you feel so good baby,” he growled, his voice rough and completely unrefined as he buried himself deeper. your nails dug into his bare shoulders, matching his violent intensity with desperate moans spilling from your lips.

rindou’s breath came in ragged pants, his hair's a mess as his lips parted against your skin, whispering,​ “you wanted my attention so bad, didn't you? now don't you dare close your eyes while i fucking ruin you.”

hus movements quickened, his hips slamming mercilessly, the desk rattling beneath the weight of his aggression. your moans mixed with his low, heavy groans, the tension spiraling completely out of control.

suddenly, a muffled voice cut through the haze from the discarded headset on the desk. “rindou?”

sanzu chimed in, “yo, man, why’d you gotta leave the match like that? we’re down by two. don't tell me you bit it.”

“bro, let’s just finish it without him. he's busy,” ran responded, laughing.

the boys’ laughter and chatter faded into the background as rindou’s grip tightened. he growled against your neck, biting the skin. “ignore them. you’re mine right now.”

your moans grew louder, matching his aggressive thrusts, the two of you lost in a wild, urgent rhythm while the rest of the team continued the match without him.

“i don’t like you ignoring me like that,” you gasped breathlessly, your hands sliding up to find his face, fingers gently caressing his cheeks.

without warning, rindou captured your lips in a possessive and silencing kiss, so intense it drove you back until your spine hit the cold, hard edge of the computer tower. the sharp contrast of the cold metal only made the fire between you burn hotter.

rindou’s hips stuttered for a fraction of a second, then snapped deeper, driving you closer to the absolute edge. your breath hitched and your hands gripped his shoulders tight, nails digging into his skin as pleasure burned through you.

“oh shit… keep going, baby,” you moaned, your voice trembling with pure need. “t-that’s so good, rin.”

he smirked against your neck, hearing every desperate, broken sound you made. his hands slid up to your face, his fingers spreading wide to cup your cheeks firmly, his thumbs pressing into your skin, squishing your face in a rough, dominant hold that was so uniquely him.

“you were looking so pretty for sanzu earlier, right?” he growled low, eyes dark with a dangerous promise. “let’s see if he can save you when i completely break you right here.”

the words sent a violent shiver through you as your body tensed, your release crashing over you in waves. rindou didn’t slow down, didn’t give you a second to breathe. his cock kept thrusting relentlessly, riding out your climax like he was feeding off your every desperate moan.

your hands scrambled for support, palms flattening against the gaming table. one slipped, your fingers accidentally pressing down hard on the mechanical keyboard, a string of random key clicks echoing loudly in the background. the monitor flickered with chaotic inputs, but rindou didn’t even glance at it, too locked in on making you come.

“pretty sure the boys just figured out exactly why i left the game,” he hissed, his grip on your cheeks tightening as if to permanently mark you. “bet they can hear every damn thing right now.”

little did you know, when your hand slammed against the keyboard, it had done more than mash random keys. one of the macro shortcuts had switched rindou’s camera right back on.

the stream lit up with a perfectly clear view of your back arched toward the monitor, arms bracing yourself against the table, rindou’s lean, toned figure moving behind you with sharp, relentless, and unforgiving thrusts.

you were too far gone to notice until a sudden, loud voice from the headset speakers cut through the haze.

“holy shit, rindou…” sanzu’s voice rasped through the speakers, a slow, completely thrilled laugh slipping out. “you fucking greedy bastard. keeping that all to yourself, huh?”

rindou let out a groan, his fingers digging into your hips so hard his knuckles turned white as he rode out the final moments of his control.