You worked under boten as the coffee seller when really they tell you when to poison their enemies. You also sell actually coffee.
Contains:
-Fluff
-Smut
-Not Very nice things
{Currently:Finished}
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Misa and I were next to a group of guys and she had the same bet.We random start dancing with them, causing the boys to look at us.I start to notice that ran was hella tempted.
It soon ended when Mikey grabs Misa and took her to the car.I follow them, with Sanzu and Ran behind me.I sat in the back with Sanzu and Ran.
Mikey really said Tokyo Drift when he speeded all the way to the apartment. We make it to the apartment and Mikey had Misa with him and slammed the door.Sanzu put on earpods,turning it all the way up and gestured us to go on and he went on my computer.
"You won so,"I say, sitting on the bed while taking my shoes off.He does the same and closed the door, closing it.
"Unlike Mikey,I am more 'gentleman' like and will go easy on you,"He said, easily flipping me over.He proceed to take off my pants and his.I was in the green when he grabbed protection.
He started out slow and proceed to get faster each time.My face was in the pillows so he couldn't hear me.We both reach our climax and he let me catch my breath.
"So new thing,never make a bet,"He says, starting a bath.He threw the protection in the trash and place me in the tub.
He closed the door and Sanzu came in."He hurt you?"He asked, sounding like the best friend,looking for drama.
"No but thanks though,"I say as he kissed the tip of my head."Mikey kept hitting on wall too much,"He said with a frown."Aww,is Sanzu mad?"Ran said, coming into the bathroom with a mocking tone.
He left and ran helps me out.I put on boxers and a oversized shirt on.Sanzu is on the bed waiting for us to get in bed with us.
I was cuddled up between the two just like how it was at the old house.
They might be in a gang but at least they have a soft spot,for me.
