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Summary: Working in a shady but luxurious nightclub has its perks. Especially when you're the one that captures the attention of deadly, powerful executives that make up the infamous criminal organization Bonten. But things take a turn for the worst when they want you to be more than just their doll.

Tw: Fem reader, smut, oral (m and f receiving), noncon, dubcon, knife play, gun play, daddy kink, blood play, degradation, bondage, sado-masochist relationships. Murder, drugs, (mentions / threats of) human trafficking

Word count: 1,440

Your eyes connected with a man sitting in a large booth with several other men. He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a bored expression on his face until he saw you. He pushed his lilac hair back as he perked up with interest, focusing his attention on you.

He was clearly ignoring the others talking to one another as he watched your performance instead. A wicked grin made its way to his face as you slid down the poll seductively to the beat of the song playing.

You clearly enjoyed what you did. It showed as nearly everyone had their eyes set on you. And he didn't miss the way the corners of your lips turned upwards as men threw their money at you, a satisfied gleam in your eyes.

Turning away for a moment, he nudged the man sitting on his right side. You guessed he was his brother since their hair and eyes were similar, and they had their tattoo in the same spot on their throat.

The younger one flashed him an irritated look until he turned and looked over and saw what had captured his attention. He leaned forward, suddenly ignoring the conversation he was having as he chose to watch you as well.

It slowly started a chain reaction as a man with pink hair and scars on each side of his mouth turned and smacked him on the back of his head for ignoring a question he asked him. He scowled at the two brothers and turned and looked over at you next.

You watched as the table began to fall silent. You made it clear you were watching them back just as intensely. You could sense the danger that radiated off of them, yet you didn't care.

They were all handsome and had a dark edge to them that you could tell they'd shoot you in the head and not think twice about it. Just your type.

You smiled, blowing a kiss in their direction before you walked to the back.

It was a good night so far, you thought to yourself as you set the money down in front of you. You sat in front of a vanity mirror in the dressing room, admiring how you looked. You hummed along to the song that was playing back in the main area as you touched up your makeup.

A young woman barged in suddenly, maybe a year or two older than you. She was wearing a long blonde wig, and a bead of sweat trickled down her sparkly tan skin. She was panting softly, obviously out of breath. It took her a moment to speak.

“Oh, thank god you're here, (Y/n). A group of men have requested you. They're sitting in the back. In the VIP area.”

She explained, trying to hide how her voice trembled with fear.

“I don't mean to rush you, but you know who they are. And they're not known for their patience.”

You smiled as she refused to say Bonten like the name itself was like the boogeyman.

“Don't worry,” you said back, gently patting the top of her head as you went by sense you were a few inches taller than her in your heels. “I'll take care of em.”

You reassured her as you walked back into the club. You ignored the men desperately trying to grab your attention as you walked by.

Good luck, babe." One of the other girls working said as she walked past you, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze. You gave a nod in response before you approached their table.

You were already exposed in a seductive lingerie set that you were required to wear, but these men looked at you like they could see past your flesh and bones. Deep into your soul instead.

Despite being nearly naked, standing there in six inch black heels with red bottoms, you stood there with your back straight. You smiled at them confidently. You knew what happened to girls who showed weakness in a place like this. Especially around men like them.

You pushed your hair back and tilted your head. “Did you enjoy the show?”

You were used to going over to those tables. Going over to entertain rich men and encourage them to spend the money that they had plenty of to burn. Making sure that they drank more and had a good time.

That was your job. It was supposed to be simple. But you had a feeling they weren't going to be satisfied with a few lap dances and flirty gestures.

“I’m sure that you know we did, sweetheart. You’re even more beautiful close up.” The one that you’d first noticed was watching you speak up first. The one and only Ran Haitani.

“Why don’t you come a little bit closer? We won’t bite.” Added his younger brother Rindou.

“Yet,” Sanzu, the most unhinged looking of the group, chimed in. He flashed you a wolfish grin, causing the diamond shaped scars on the corners of his mouth to stretch.

You looked at each of them, seeing them all give a small nod as you stepped closer. Your eyes lingered on a man sitting in the middle with stark white hair and dull black eyes. You immediately recognized who he was. The infamous leader of Bonten.

"Sit."

Mikey gestured for you as the others watched you intensely, as if they were daring you to say no to their boss.

Swallowing down any hesitation, you walked over and sat down.

It was cute. No matter how hard you tried to act confident, they could see the hint of caution in your eyes as you recognized each of them. It was similar to the way they reacted around strangers themselves.

They could all tell. You were a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"What's a girl like you working in a place like this anyway?" Mikey's low voice cut in before you could respond to Sanzu's teasing.

You looked over at Mikey, shifting under his intense gaze. It wasn't like you were going to tell them your whole life story. How poor choices had led you to a life of stripping.

"It's good money." You responded. Which was the truth. You'd have quit long ago if it didn't pay so well.

"What a poor thing." Ran spoke up in a bored tone. "Pretty girls always have to use their looks to pay the bills.”

"Good money, huh?" Koko chuckled, bringing the glass to his lips and took a drink, his dark brown eyes never leaving you. "Please, sweetheart. You could make more with us in a week than you do in this place in a year."

You playfully smiled as you looked over at him. “Are you offering me a job?”

“Maybe we are,” Mikey spoke again, much to the other's shock. He was always a man of few words, and he rarely ever expressed interest in someone, let alone a woman. He was right on board.

But some of them still had their doubts.

Takeomi, a man with a scar across his eye and down his cheek spoke out, leaning back in the booth with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. “I'm not sure she'd be able to handle all of us. She'd break within days.”

“Let her make her own choice,” Kakucho, the ever rational one of the group cut in. He was also easily recognizable, with black hair and a scar that went from his forehead and around his eye.

Muchizuki was the only one who stayed silent, smoking a thick cigar as he watched you. He had more of a mature look to him, with slicked back blonde hair and a trimmed beard that went around his chin. Yet he somehow pulled it off, you thought to yourself.

“So what do you say, sweetheart?” Ran asked as he pulled you onto his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder. His breath tickled your cheek. “Are you willing to be our doll? It's awful hard work.”

You looked at all them, saying the words you didn't realize that you'd regret for the rest of your life.

“I'd love to.”

A ghost of a smile made its way to Mikey's face when you agreed that went away just as quickly as it appeared. Rindou pulled your leg up so it was resting across him and Sanzu.

“Then it's settled,” Sanzu drawled, his bright blue eyes connecting with yours as he grabbed ahold of your ankle while Rindou ran a rough hand up and down your inner thigh.

“You belong to us now.”

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Summary: Working in a shady but luxurious nightclub has its perks. Especially when you're the one that captures the attention of deadly, powerful executives that make up the infamous criminal organization Bonten. But things take a turn for the worst when they want you to be more than just their doll.

Tw: Fem reader, smut, oral (m and f receiving), noncon, dubcon, knife play, gun play, daddy kink, blood play, degradation, bondage, sado-masochist relationships. Murder, drugs, (mentions / threats of) human trafficking

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Not me writing a whole fic based on a damn song 💀 But this is going to be the longest (and darkest) fic that I've ever written, so I feel the need to add the reminder that I do not condone anything that happens in this. Everything is purely fiction. 🖤

Chapters: (1/?)

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thank god brother has good trigger discipline.🙏

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Ikuhana Niro - Color Rendering

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free use kink is gonna cost a dollar soon

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how do you do, fellow Creatives™

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Every single day I wake up and daydream about the most graphic disgusting sexual things imaginable and go about my day

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first johann i ever post on this blog

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The way I hate male bullies but fem bullies?asdfgvbjkk yes pls be mean to me

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its been one of those weeks pass the sadomasochism

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Oh silly baby, you thought you had rights? No, no honey you have privileges, not rights. Privileges are things I let you have, so long as you behave. You don't get to just have them. Now be a good girl or I'll take your privileges away. You wouldn't want that, now would you? No? Good girl. See, you're right where you belong, docile and under control.

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Oh silly baby, you thought you had rights? No, no honey you have privileges, not rights. Privileges are things I let you have, so long as you behave. You don't get to just have them. Now be a good girl or I'll take your privileges away. You wouldn't want that, now would you? No? Good girl. See, you're right where you belong, docile and under control.

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I want forced breeding so bad omfg. I want to be helped down and fucked while they tell me I’m going to have their baby whether I want it or not. I want to be filled with their cum while they tell me I better get pregnant, or they’ll have to come back and do this again, and again, and again, until my body fully submits to them and gives them what they want.

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