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[fic-dumpster]

Deer in headlights | Short stories: Tipsy visits

Bonten x Reader | 1.7k+ words

Warnings: humor, implied consumption of alcohol, smut, cringe(?), foul language, not edited, no beta, grammar/spelling mistakes, Sanzu and Rindou being Sanzu and Rindou .-. have your age in your blogs visible

A/N: I felt bad about leaving just like that so.. 🥺🤲🏻 here are crumbs of my love for yall. It’s not much, but it’s what I can do 🥺💕😔 last update for a while (tbh, I hope not) *crying* I like to suffer in silence. (for the ppl that saw the drama yesterday IM SO SORRY)

Late-night study sessions were common for you, specifically if you waited awake for Mikey to come home. A loud bang coming from the entrance’s door startled you. It's 2 in the morning, who could it be? You thought. Not wanting to be unprotected in case it was something ‘else,’ you fastly grabbed the nearest object, a rolled newspaper.

Walking towards the door, you also pulled your phone and had Kakucho’s number on speed dial; after all, he lived the closest to you. “Who’s there?!” you shouted, “My boyfriend is really scary! I'm warning you!” Suddenly the door opened, and you screamed as you delivering a blow with the newspaper to whoever stood there. A groan followed by a thud and a boisterous laugh surprised you. “Rindou? Sanzu? What are you two doing here?” then your eyes fell upon the fallen pinknette holding his reddening forehead, “Oh my god! Sanzu! I’m sorry!” you kneeled beside him, cheeking his forehead as Rindou leaned forward, still laughing at Sanzu’s misfortune.

“So, who’s the scary boyfriend?” the younger Haitani managed to say in between chuckles, “is it me?”

“No,” you huffed, “that’s Takeomi,” you were trying to get Sanzu to show you his forehead; he had a death grip on it. “Sanzu, please, let me see it,” you moved closer, and that's when you smelled the alcohol on him. Those two were drunk. That explains how you were able to knock down Bonten’s number two with a newspaper. “You two went drinking? What are you doing here?” You tiredly repeated the same early question but this time with a different intention. And now that you think about it, the bang was probably these two trying to use the spare key each Bonten member has to your place.

“Oh, about that, we were thinking about you,” lazy blue eyes stared at you as a hand began to climb up your arm. You shuddered at the ghostly touches from Sanzu.

“Yeah,” agreed Rindou, “we were discussing some things, and we have a very important question for you, little lamb,” his purple eyes shone with mischief.

-

“No,” You deadpanned, “you two are delirious; let's go to bed.” After helping Sanzu up and making some coffee for them, you sat them on your couch. Then Rindou asked that stupid question, and you couldn't believe your ears.

“It’s not that hard to answer; just tell us who has-” you made a throaty sound indicating your unwillingness to continue that conversation. Sanzu smiled at the sight of your heating cheeks.

“Sanzu’s right, come on, little lamb,” Rindou pulled you towards him; you tried to stand your ground, but it was useless. Once you moved a bit closer, his hands held your waist and made you straddle him. His lips wasted no time to find your neck, hands now under your clothes; Rindou was trying a different method to pull out the answer from you.

“Just say the name. How about that?” Sanzu offered as he enjoyed the little show you two were making.

“Ran,” you let out.

Both men froze. “My brother?” Rindou asked, with his head resting on your shoulder.

“No, I’m gonna call Ran and have him deal with you two.” you tried to wiggle yourself out of his grasp, “I refuse to answer that question.” you really didn't want to; besides, it's not like you have an actual answer to... that...

“You’re not calling anyone,” Sanzu dragged you from Rindou’s lap towards the center of the couch. You still faced the younger Haitani, who didn't waste any time in assaulting your lips. Sanzu took the opportunity to work his way under your pajama top; his hands cupped your chest from behind—fondling, rubbing your perked nipples in between his fingers. Small sounds scaped your lips only to be consumed by Rindou’s mouth.

The three of you were an entanglement of limbs and hands pulling at each other clothes. Without uttering a single word, Rindou hoisted you up and made his way to your bedroom, Sanzu not far behind, you three left a trail of shirts, pants, and undergarments on the floor. As soon as your back hit the cotton sheets, your body was at their mercy.

Sanzu now covered your mouth with his, tugging your tongue out so he could play with it as much as he wanted. Rindou, who had patiently waited for Sanzu to initiate the foreplay this time, began spreading wet kisses on your inner thighs; you fisted purple strands in your hand, yearning for the younger haitani’s touch on your wet center. But a thought crossed your mind, “h-hold on! Rin! Rindou!” you parted from Sanzu as you closed your legs. “Let me freshen up a little,” before any of them could comprehend what happened, you flew to the bathroom.

“Y/N!!” groaned Rindou.

You didn't think you stayed in the bathroom that long... Because according to you, you were in and out. But apparently, you really did take your time. Sanzu and Rindou were snoring on the bed. You didn't mind that they fell asleep; the only problem was that you still felt all hot and bothered.

You thought about finishing by yourself, but you knew the rules. Not touching yourself. That phrase resonated in your head. Mikey had made it very clear.

“There’s only one rule, okay, doe?” how could you forget with the way he expressed it. “No touching yourself here,” he pressed a fingertip on your clothed core, “you have all of us ready to please you at any moment.”

So with a trembling hand, you pressed the green circle on your phone. After two beeps, a rough voice picked up. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I didn't want to disturb you but, hmm, Could you-” you didn't know how to say it, and it was killing you.

“What is it, baby?” You whimpered; your brain automatically shifted as soon as you heard his voice on the phone calling you baby. “Oh? Does my girl needs me?” you nodded, forgetting for a second that he couldn't see you. “Come on, use your words,”

“I need you! So bad!” you whined, “it hurts,” you moaned. You could hear movement from the other end of the call, dangling keys and doors slamming, one after the other.

“Where does is it hurt, baby?” you heard the roar of a vehicle. “Is it my pretty pussy?” you moaned and felt slick pooling in your panties, “hold on, I’ll be right there.”

-

At breakfast, you narrated your nightly adventures to the rest of Bonten in between spoons of milk and cereal. Of course, omitting the last few hours.

“And what was the question?” Asked Kokonoi, not really interested in whatever those two rascals had managed to think with their brainpower combined. But he liked to hear your voice.

“Who was the best dick,” you rolled your eyes at the memory of their so-called serious question. But a series of events followed that statement of yours. Kokonoi and Takeomi choked on their morning drinks, Kakucho dropped his cup, Mikey stopped munching on his red bean soup, and Ran stopped reading the newspaper and thought about his decision of letting his brother hang out with Sanzu. Anyhow, the seed of doubt and curiosity has been rooted.

“And what did you say?” Kokonoi, now pretending indifference, asked. Unknown to you, all eyes and ears were on you.

“Nothing, what was I suppose to say?” You simply answered, not giving too much thought as you searched for marshmallows in your cereal; you made a mental note to thank Mochi for the imported American cereals. “Why is it a leprechaun? Isn't it Irish? Why American?” But your innocent question wasn't heard.

Two figures drowsily strode in, “Say who has the best cock, little lamb,” you jumped at Rindou’s morning voice.

“No! Why me?” You knew that could lead to a touchy subject since there have been various disagreements about their past women, and you didn't want to aboard that topic just yet.

“Because you’re the only one who has tried all calibers in this room,” a chuckling sanzu spoke this time.

Taking your bowl in hand, you stood up. “Yah, that's it! I'm leaving! I have class! I’m not answering that nonsense!” with heated cheeks, you hurried your way to the door, and lucky for you, Mochi was just arriving. You pulled his arm as you told him he was taking you to your class today.

Meanwhile, in the apartment.

“I bet it's me,” sanzu wasn't having any other answer.

“Shut up, Sanzu; it’s me,” Rindou pushed the pinknette.

“Y/N wouldn't shut up about-” began Kokonoi

“No, not in breakfast. Besides, it’s me,” Mikey's eyes were on his now cold bowl of red bean soup.

“That’s not what Y/N said two nights ago,” confidently said Takeomi

“Takeomi, no.” huffed Ran, “I am the-”

“We all know who’s Y/N’s favorite, and that is for a reason,” Kakucho interrupted the older Haitani as he smugly strolled towards the trash with his cup in pieces. “Sanzu, Rindou. Who do you think she called after you two fell asleep,” A bunch of boos and a variety of colorful vocabulary rained on Kakucho.

If Kakucho only knew that he didn't hold that title anymore, since mochi had propelled himself to first place in your heart with only American cereals.

Fun facts:

Since Bonten “imports” different kinds of goods as a screen for their real business, they asked what Y/N wanted, and because of y/n, they have been importing a variety of American snacks lately.

Mochi and Y/N's relationship is platonic. More like best friend/father-daughter relationship. He cares and worries about her and about Bonten breaking the poor girl. Sometimes I like to think he draws the line for some of them.

Kokonoi tends to have more silly fights with Y/N than the rest. He wants to ask Y/N why she didn't call him.

Mikey has a habit of eating Japanese snacks every time he has to eat normal food. What he ate in this chapter is called Zenzai and is served hot. (Hot Red bean).

Kakucho lives pretty close to Y/N. He could even walk there tbh. (check Short Stories: An uncertain future).

Y/N won't tell anyone how sanzu and rindou left her high and dry. If the other executives found out about that... Let's just say that’s not good for them. Kaku knows, but he’s being nice since, thanks to that, he got to spend time with Y/N.