𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 彡 [jjk oneshots]

ミ✮ 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚┆[k. nanami]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kento nanami x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3042

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which two hardened criminals from rival families are thrust into a dangerous mission where cooperation is their only option

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: strong language, yakuza!au, unfinished enemies to lovers trope, brief smut in flashback form, rough + angry sex (kinda redundant to say), face-fucking, the spicy part was a last minute addition and it's pretty rushed, OOC angy!nanami, a boatload of sexual tension, little bit of angst, mention of bad people doing bad stuff??, barely did research on how gang activity works so...

𝐕. 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 — "another AU? wtf??" asked my beautiful, loyal readers and i replied "the two upcoming chapters will also be AUs." but all jokes aside, i hope these chapters aren't repetitive.

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 backroom of an upscale bar in Shinjuku was a sanctuary hidden from the chaos outside. Plush leather seats and a polished wooden table filled the space, exuding an air of exclusivity. The room was quiet, the faint hum of music filtering through the walls, creating a cocoon of calm in the heart of the bustling city.

Nanami sat at the table, his usual crisp suit slightly wrinkled after a long day. The tie that typically hung neatly around his neck was now loosened, displaying a rare sign of his fatigue. All while the sleeves of said disheveled suit were rolled up to his toned forearms where a variety of tattoos decorated his skin. He drummed his fingers lightly on the table, periodically glancing at his watch. That she-devil was late—again and the man was still very much obsessed with the notion of punctuality. Nanami should have been annoyed, but the flicker of concern in his chest made it impossible to focus solely on the business at hand.

The door to the room creaked open, and [Y/N] stepped inside with her usual quiet confidence. She was dressed in a sleek black kimono, the subtle floral patterns on the fabric almost invisible in the low light. Her hair was tied back, revealing the sharp, elegant lines of her face—a face that had seen far too much for someone her age. However, that was the fate of any child born into a family built upon a myriad of illegal activities.

"You're late."

Nanami said with a voice low, making sure to keep it controlled, but still carrying an edge that he couldn't quite suppress. The man vied for a civilized conversation, not a chaotic confrontation that would inevitably end in possible bloodshed.

In return, [Y/N] offered a feeble, yet knowing smile as she took her seat across from him. Her sparking eyes scanned the man's sculpted face unabashedly. Sending a grin his way, the young girl proceeded to reach for the bottle of almost lukewarm beer on Nanami's side of the table. Upon retrieving it, she subliminally claimed the bottle as her own.

"A lady never rushes, Kento. But I'm sure you didn't mind waiting, did you?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, though the corner of his mouth twitched as if resisting the urge to smile when [Y/N] took a long sip from the beer bottle. She was unbearable in the best way. But no matter how infuriatingly entertaining she hoped to be, Nanami only had business on his mind. He couldn't get distracted.