EVERYTHING TOKYO REVENGERS

Mikey takes your virginity

and forth from your work splayed in front of you to the indentions your nails dig into the keyboard.

quietly tucked into a corner of the bonten building—almost like you’re non-existent compared to the vibrant faces flashing through the doors daily.

it’s almost a peaceful job hacking computers, gathering information—until it wasn’t when the most pristine figures appear before you—disturbing your tranquil atmosphere.

“hi pretty” the first one coos, running his nimble fingers through his short locks and leaning over your desk, he toys with your picture frames—ran haitani is mostly distracting, the obvious attraction dripping from his face isn’t enough—the deep, sultry tone of his voice was.

“you look so tense, always workin’ so hard—you should let loose sometimes” ran works his way beside you, sliding a single lithe finger over your shoulder, he leans down to level within earshot “what i’d do to see your cute little face twisted in pain while i split that perfect pussy open with my—” ran pauses, letting your mind fill in the rest.

you shiver, avoiding his touch and raising your eyes to his level “you’re disgusting” you retort, and ran’s smile grows more selfish by the second, “yeah—usually gets pretty messy, y’know? face pressed so hard against your virgin cunt, gotta make you cum at least three times till you can take me,” ran tilts his head to the side watching his brother stand by the sidelines.

“is that right ran? because they usually leave after twenty minutes. i keep them around for hours—begging and crying for more of my cock” rindou walks closer, caging your body into your meager office space.

“virgins are always the best, so tight and perfect” rindou adds, shoving his hand in his pocket while the other leans against the wall, ran steps an inch closer opening his mouth to speak but another voice interrupts him.

“that’s enough” mikey says sternly, glaring at both of the brothers, “go find something else to preoccupy your time, leave her alone” his voice is soft but enmity radiates through it, carried by pure annoyance “if i hear you speak to her again, i swear to fucking god.”

ran and rindou shrugged their shoulders, brushing past their boss as they both find sanzu and target him as their new toy—mikey gently walks closer to you, outstretching his hand to you.

you hesitate to touch him, doe glossy eyes squirming at him “i don’t bite” he laughs, nerves hitting his spine when he feels your warm, soft hand grip his. “t-thank you, manjiro” you reply politely, leveling with his face.

“let me drive you home, don’t want anyone else bothering you” he places a delicate touch to your back, guiding you out of your cubicle and towards the exit.

though you only know mikey from the title laid on his name, nods back and forth as work days started—the amount of trust settled between the both of you, you felt safe—almost like his aurora kept you stationed on this shaky earth.

“is it true?” mikey turns the volume beating a steady rhythm of his radio down, one hand placed neatly on the steering whilst the other jerks the shifter into third gear. his eyes peek from his raven strands, noticing the subtle movement of your legs.

“is what true?” you ask, innocently craning your head towards him and he twitches, feeling like he’s in the same shoes as the haitani brothers prodding questions that were personal—mikey shakes his head, “nevermind it isn’t important or my place.”

“i am a virgin” you sigh, mikey nervously grips the steering wheel, darting his eyes over to your skirt, hiking higher up your leg, he feels dirty letting thought’s sit in his mind, he shakes them away “don’t worry about it, yeah?”