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#ran haitani x y/n
tobifuyu · 9 months
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New hair, who dis?
Ran Haitani x f!reader
After years of friendship, Ran is growing and maturing right in front of your eyes but you cannot bring yourself to accept what change brings about.
cw: nsfw, mdni, basically porn with plot, friends to lovers, reader is oblivious, ran is a simp, rindou is so done, masturbation, mirror sex, use of sex toys, hair kink ig, lots of pet names.
wc: 9,7k
a/n: gosh this is way too long I’m so sorry I just have too many ideas and once I start writing I cannot stop myself. many more fics to come, I have a long list of fantasies to satisfy. also, we stan simp ran in this house.
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One thing you were not expecting when opening the door of your apartment that evening was for Ran to walk in looking like a completely different person.
You wouldn’t even have recognized him if it weren’t for his purple eyes staring down at you with their ever-present mischievous glint.
Lately, his lanky body has been filling out the new suits he’s wearing in a delicious way, and the time he’s been putting in at the gym, even if reluctantly, is visibly paying off.
You notice he has removed the transparent plaster from the fresh tattoo on his neck, black ink a stark contrast against his pale skin.
There’s something else missing, and the sight is so unsettling that for a moment you think about closing the door on his face.
Who is this man staring back at you? If this is Ran, why are his infamous braids gone?
“Ran, what the fuck?”
“I can explain!” He puts his hands up, gesturing at you to let him come in, and you move out of his way automatically as you take him in from different angles.
The door gets closed behind your back and Ran wraps your wrist in one of his big hands to steer you to your couch in the center of the living room. You’re both silent as you sit down, your eyes fixed on the damage.
“I cut my hair.”
“I can fucking see that!” The smug grin that was stretching his pretty lips slowly fades at the agitation in your voice. The thing is that you don’t understand why you feel so distraught.
It shouldn’t matter, right? It’s not like he went and cut your own hair behind your back. Yeah, he could’ve let you know about such an important decision in his life as he does with pretty much everything else. He could’ve maybe even asked for your opinion. But he didn’t have to.
You and Ran have been friends for years, more than a decade, and you have seen him cut and style his hair multiple times in the past. Just because you are particularly infatuated with the way his two-toned braids swung around while fighting, or how he would twirl them with his baton and long fingers, and how it looked untied, forming a messily shaped halo behind his head while resting on the pillow during one of your many cuddling sessions… doesn’t mean he had to ask for your permission.
It’s not like he knows how much you love to brush his soft locks before twisting them back into the braids that come hunting you on your dream-filled nights. Because you’ve never told him. So it’s not his fault if all these things don’t matter to him.
“You don’t like ‘em?” He coughs to hide the embarrassment he feels after asking such a vulnerable question. Ran has never really cared about what other people think of him, except for maybe Rindou, sometimes. But you’re an exception.
He knows he’s far from ugly and he thought he looked real good with the new haircut. He was excited to match with his little brother once again, and he thought you would also, considering how well you reacted a couple of weeks ago when Rin showed you the light purple color he got done at the saloon.
Maybe, just maybe, you like Rin a bit better? No, he thinks, it can’t be possible. He would’ve noticed something like that.
Then why are you acting so… mad? Or is it hurt he sees painted across your pretty face?
You let out a sigh, “No, it looks good. I overreacted, I’m sorry. I just– I wasn’t expecting you to cut your hair, that’s all.”
He scoffs, as if he doesn’t believe your words, and pulls one of your hands up to his hair. He wants to convince you that not much has changed, and you’ll still get to play with it while watching movies, he thinks it’s soft enough with the treatment he has done, “See, it’s still pretty long, just pushed back. Maybe you can braid it sometimes.”
You laugh at that and Ran smiles at you. You meet his soft gaze before daring another glimpse at his new haircut. It’s styled in such a way that accentuates his sharp facial structure, jawline visible in all its glory.
“You look…” Hot. Fuck. You shake your head, trying to reign yourself in as you stroke the soft hair, “It looks good, more mature. It’s fluffier than I thought, Rannie.”
The more you look at him the more you realize that this new look of his is toying with your already decaying sanity.
Pull yourself together, for fuck’s sake.
Ran lets it go after that, props you to get settled on the couch, and removes his suit jacket before grabbing some drinks and snacks to watch a movie.
An hour in, he lays his head on your chest. It’s routine, he’s always been clingy with you, in private. And you’ve always enjoyed the closeness, no matter how confusing it might be, so you never question him.
Your hands subconsciously bury themselves between his lilac locks. You can hear him let out a deep sigh as you scratch his scalp, relaxing into your hold.
“Looks good, Ran. I like it a lot,” You whisper as if to reassure him, whilst you’re only stopping yourself from confessing that you would like him even if he were bald. Your gentle motions make him fall asleep with his lips curled in a smile.
My sleepy boy, you think.
That night you wake up in a cold sweat. The blond tresses that you constantly dream of softly stroking have been subsided by messy lilac locks. The short length is being gripped by your hands as its owner's head peaks from between your thighs. Unfortunately, it’s not very the first time you dream of Ran in such a compromising position. But the matching lavender gaze staring at you with purpose is now fresh in your memory, and makes his haircut seem even more attractive, the perfect length to shove him back against your heat.
Your cheeks redden as you try to shake the feeling away, you get rid of the covers and turn on your side ready for sleep to take over once again, but his new and improved look keeps hunting you at every toss and turn.
You reach into your bedside table for the only thing that can bring you peace of mind: your trusty vibrator. It’s a small bullet one, but it does its job just fine when you press it against your clit to release the pent-up stress of the day. You think nothing of it when the face that appears behind your closed eyelids as you come is that of your bestfriend.
The next couple of weeks, it doesn’t escape Ran the fact that you’re looking at him a little weird. At first, he thinks you might still be trying to get used to his new look. It was definitely a drastic change, and for you who have known him for such a long time, to be faced with it without him even giving you any heads up must’ve been weird. So he hopes that the gift he has planned to give you, will be enough to make it up to his bestfriend, to show how much he cares about your friendship and your opinions, even if he didn’t ask for it this time.
Then he starts panicking because you stop picking up his phone calls. You don’t make plans to hang out with him anymore, just shoot a text from time to time to let him know that you’re okay but busy. He’d like to believe you, but you’ve always made time for him before. You’re avoiding him.
He doesn’t know that you cannot bring yourself to face him anymore. You had managed to suppress the feelings you harbor for him for years, but seeing him in another light, with his childish braids replaced by a more mature and undoubtedly attractive look, has been the hardest challenge for you.
You feel ashamed by the number of times his face has been appearing in your mind at the most inconvenient times. You feel too dirty to look him in the eyes and pretend like you don’t dream of them at night.
Ran has reached a level of desperation where he has to involve his brother before he loses his cool over something that, he thinks rationally, shouldn’t even bother him that much. The two of you are just friends, you don’t owe him your time.
Luckily, you pick up Rindou’s call on his first try, you haven’t heard from him in a while, so it only makes sense that you do, might be something important. What if something has happened to Ran?
Rin doesn’t want anything to do with this mess, but he can’t bear to stress over the safety of his brother anymore as he comes to their meetings looking tired and miserable as hell. Bonten is just starting out, and they’re dealing with some heavy shit now, his brother needs to fucking focus.
So he invites you over for some drinks. Explains how it’s just a small get-together they’re throwing to celebrate a new deal, only some of the guys will attend. And when you ask about Ran, he rolls his eyes but replies that his brother is not gonna be there. Which is a lie, a big fat lie that is gonna turn into a headache for him soon enough. He knows that already.
You show up just because you’ve been holed up in your apartment for the past week. Work has been… well, work. And your friend group is pretty much the same as Ran’s, so you couldn’t risk him getting word of you being out and about after you’ve turned down all his invitations. You’re joining tonight because Ran hasn’t tried to contact you in a few days, and Rin has promised his brother is gonna be held back at work. Getting a few drinks with your old friends is the perfect way to destress.
You don’t make it that far, though, because the moment you walk in Ran is already there. Mingling about and walking like he owns the place, which he does. You turn to Rindou, who’s conveniently opened the door for you and is now planning to make a run for it, and you look at him as if you’re ready to tear his head off. He must’ve known what’s going on, there’s no other way for him to be so sneaky about this. He sends an apologetic look your way before scrambling away to Sanzu, who’s waiting for him in the dark of the corridor leading to the rooms.
Ran stutters over to you the moment his eyes lay on your fidgeting figure. He’s wearing a pair of dress pants and a shirt that look like they’ve been tailored to fit his lanky body in such a way that makes it hard for you to breathe. His short hair is parted and gelled back, a few pieces falling off the hairstyle and resting effortlessly on his forehead.
“Hey pretty, you’ve made it.”
“Looks like it,” you shrug your shoulders, looking around awkwardly as he ushers you into the middle of the living room. You should’ve known the brothers would’ve stuck together. Fuck you, Rindou.
“D’you want something to drink?” He sits beside you, and the scene reminds you so much of when he last came over to your apartment, except this time you’re surrounded by a handful of people. Gotta make sure you’re on your best behavior, so you turn down the drink.
“C’mon, work has been stealing you from me for weeks now, y’need to let go a little.” He can sense you’re tense, and maybe alcohol isn’t the best choice in this situation, but he doesn’t know how else to let you at least look at him. He feels a pang in his chest. Why won’t you even look at him?
“I’m okay, thanks.” You’re acting so cold and distant. He’s starting to wonder if all of this really has happened over him simply cutting his hair, or if there’s something deeper beneath it. Did you feel betrayed by him not telling you?
“I think I’m just gonna go home, I’m pretty beat actually,” you start to say, and Ran doesn’t want to force you, but he doesn’t want you to go either. “Please, just some more time to catch up. Rin wanted to see you as well,” as he says this he looks around the room and curses his brother for leaving with Sanzu.
Ran’s ass gets saved by Kakucho tapping on your shoulder before he wraps an arm around both of them as you turn to greet him. You’re smiling again, just how Ran likes to see you, but the pit of his stomach is burning with something akin to jealousy.
He’s relieved that Kakucho stopped you from upping and leaving, but he doesn’t like how you get up and join him at the counter to get him another round. Seems like you’re not drinking still, means you don’t plan on sticking around.
Ran is bummed out, he stops staring at you and Kakucho after some others join in on the conversation. He doesn’t want you to mingle with these people too much (most of them have something to do with Bonten, after all), but he’s the one who strategized all of this in the first place, so he lets you enjoy yourself. He’d rather stop pushing you before he makes it worse.
In the meantime, you’re watching a pouting Ran sit on the couch from the corner of your eye. Kakucho snickers as he notices, and you swat him away when he suggests you go sit back down with “your Ran”.
“He’s been a mess these past few weeks, I think he misses you. A lot,” Kakucho has never been anything but kind and truthful to you, that’s why you enjoy his presence so much. He’s a breath of fresh air around the much violence this friend group has experienced growing up. He’s one of those who has suffered the most but he always has a nice word to spare. Such a pure heart, his.
Your eyes wander back to where your heart is, but what you see makes your face turn into a grimace. A pretty girl you’ve known for a while, someone’s girlfriend you recall, has sat down in your spot and is now talking to Ran. They seem to be sharing a laugh as she reaches over to stroke Ran’s hair out of his face, before gesturing at it as if complimenting the new hairstyle.
The interaction is short-lived and friendly, you know her for being nothing but nice, but you feel like shit now.
You don’t like the feeling of jealousy, especially when it’s not even excused. You just don’t like when people touch Ran’s hair, and you do even less now that it has become such a touchy subject for you. He let her, that’s the problem.
“Yeah, I bet he missed me alright,” you mumble bitterly as you excuse yourself from Kakucho.
It doesn’t take you long to stand in front of Ran and stare down at him with cold eyes, “‘m leaving. Have a goodnight,” You direct the last bit to the girl, hoping she doesn’t think you’re remotely even mad at her. Then, you leave the apartment in such a rush that you don’t hear Ran calling for you. You feel like you’re underwater and the first real breath of air you take is back at your flat.
All you had time to do, before hearing the furious knocks banging on your door, is take off your makeup and wear your pajamas. Maybe, just maybe, if they had started shaking the wood just ten minutes later, you would’ve been sleeping already and not giving enough fucks to get up from your bed.
You open the door, no need to check from the peephole as you already know who it could be at this ludicrous hour.
“We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t, I have work early in the morning,” you try arguing as you go to close the door. He blocks it with his shoe, pushing it open with his right hand as he stares at you with a look he usually reserves for Rindou when he gets pissed off about something important. It’s completely different from the one he has while fighting, he’s not being snarky or overconfident, he looks serious and undeniably mad.
“You’ve been avoiding me. For weeks. ‘Cause I cut my fucking hair.” He slams the door as he steps inside the apartment and you jump from the sudden sound, walking towards you as you slowly back away and fidget with your raised hands. You’re not scared of him, you know he’d never do anything to hurt you. You’re just scared of the confrontation that is about to go down, the fact that you’re gonna have to tell the truth, for once and for all, cause you can’t possibly hold it from him anymore. And just like that, you’re gonna lose Ran.
Ran takes in your panicked state and slows down to approach you carefully, his face softens and he clasps your hands in his bigger ones. With the grip he has on them, he drags you closer to his body. The two of you are standing in the center of the room as silence overtakes it. You can feel his stare burning your skin but you keep your own cast down.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” His thumbs are stroking your skin in a calming pattern, “I don’t know what I’ve done, but I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry.”
You don’t understand what he’s talking about. The one apologizing here should be you! “You did nothing wrong, Ra–“
“Please look at me,” you cast him a glance from under your lashes, but the way he’s staring back is so intimidating that you can’t help but feel your face heat up and you have to divert your eyes elsewhere, “You can’t even look at me.”
“Ran, I swear this has nothing to do with you cutting off your piss-colored hair.”
He knows you well enough not to get offended, your self-defensive mechanism has always been that of getting mean.
Two fingers find their way to your chin to grip it and raise it enough so that your eyes meet once again. You can’t escape him this time.
“Tell me how to fix it, how to fix us.”
His voice is almost a whisper, he sounds so distraught, blaming himself for your stupidity. You can’t take it anymore. You love Ran, the last thing you want is for him to be hurting.
“I’m not mad at you Ran, I’m mad at myself,” His purple eyes widen with surprise, but he remains silent as he lets you explain yourself, “This is gonna sound, real bad but… I couldn’t bring myself to face you these past few weeks. Cause I had a wet dream about you. After you cut your hair…” You’re not telling the whole truth as of yet – there have been multiple dreams – but you need to test the waters first.
“Oh,” Well fuck, you’ve said it now. “Oh, wow.” His hands drop his hold on one of yours and fall from your chin, for a moment you think he’s gonna step back and run away far from you, but then you feel his touch on your waist, moving you even closer than before.
His lips settle on your forehead, stamping a kiss on the skin while you feel his mouth vibrate against it as he shakes with laughter.
This is Ran we’re talking about, ‘course he’s not gonna run away, he’s gonna embarrass you to the ground. In a week's time, everyone in your friend group will probably know about this. Not only is your friendship officially ruined, but you’ll never get to step outside of your flat without feeling like a walking joke ever again, “Are you laughing at me?”
“You got embarrassed?” He places another smooch over the same spot, “So what if I made you wet in a dream? It was my haircut, wasn’t it?”
Ran giggles. The motherfucker thinks he’s funny.
“Is that why you reacted that way back at my place? You got mad someone else was gripping my hair?” His mocking voice makes you flush red, but you know better than to give in to his teasing.
“She barely touched you, please. Like I give a damn,” You roll your eyes, finally getting the courage to stare at his smirking face as you fall back into your comfortable routine of making fun of each other. “I can always grip it myself and show you the difference,” You bark back, watching how the side of his curved lips slightly twitches.
“Go at it, babygirl.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Gosh, you seem to be pretty mad still,” he’s pouting, and you swear you wanna bite his lips so badly right now.
Get a fucking grip, oh my goodness. You haven’t even told him the worst part yet. He doesn’t know you’ve masturbated to him. He doesn’t know you like him way more than a simple friend should.
“Should I find some way to make it up to you?” His words snap you back to reality, but he’s been observing you, lavender hues taking in your scrunched-up face as you think hard over something that is still concealed from him. He wants to kiss your cute cheeks, wants to hear you giggle. You’re his precious girl, he feels this visceral need to let you know just how much he cares.
Ran’s mouth presses against the apple of your cheeks once, twice, trice. He’s leaving kisses all over the bare skin, switching from one side to the other, kissing the top of your nose endearingly.
One of the hands he has gripping your waist slides to the center of your back, over the sleep shirt you’re wearing, trying to stop you from running away from his kiss attack – as if you would – and to keep you comfortably pressed against his embrace.
He can feel you melt against his body. Rosy lips parted to take in deep breaths. Your eyelids are now closed and he doesn’t waste time kissing over them as well. He can feel your skin heating up against his mouth, feverish-like, but he can’t stop himself from dragging his lips lower to peck at your jawline.
The kisses he’s giving you are all kinds of kisses, from short and sweet pecks to loud and cute smooches, to more sensual and wet ones, especially when he reaches the skin of your neck. At this point, you can’t help but raise your hands to his hair and grip the short length of it just like you promised to show him. He lets out what sounds like a moan in the croak of your neck, but you think you must’ve imagined it as you can’t really hear much over the sound of your beating heart, the blood furiously pumping in your ears.
You know you’re enjoying this way too much, and for a moment you start to feel dirty again. He’s showering you with love because you’re his best friend, and your head is turning something so pure into nasty thoughts.
It’s not the first time he has smothered your face in kisses, maybe not to this extent, but you guys haven’t seen each other in weeks, so it only makes sense why he’s reacting to your closeness in such a way.
That’s until he sucks on the soft spot behind your ear and takes the lobe between his teeth to pull the skin. The way his name comes out from your mouth, breathless and whiny, makes him weak in the knees.
He’s gonna turn all your wet dreams into reality. You just need to say the word and he’s gonna give you what you deserve and more.
His nose is now bumping against yours, mouth pressing between the space above your cupid’s bow, the corner of your mouth, the bottom of it. Your lips graze each other every time he moves along. At this point, he has kissed every inch of your face except for the mouth. You know that would be taking it a step too far. The already thin lines of friendship between the two of you would blur to a point of no return.
At least on your part; you know Ran doesn’t shy away from human touch as you do, so it might not carry the same weight for him, you’re nearly sure of it.
You can’t possibly know how wrong you are, because as you’re thinking that, Ran is holding himself back from closing the space between you.
He has been dying to kiss you for years, since the first time you offered to braid his hair for him.
“What did you dream of?” he whispers, gruff voice scratching a part of your brain that you didn’t think existed as his hot breath washes over you, only inches away.
“Uhm, I… I don’t really remember.”
“You’re not a good liar, princess,” his mouth moves closer to your ear, trailing on the soft skin on his way there, as one of his hands grasps the fat of your left thigh and hooks it over his hipbone. “What was I doing that made you wet? Did you touch yourself because of me? Tell me.”
You know that if you could see yourself from the outside right now you’d laugh at how red your face probably is, but there’s nothing to laugh about how firm Ran’s voice is when giving orders. It might’ve sounded like he was teasing you before, but he’s being completely serious now. And you’d never dare disobey Ran when he gets like this.
“I- You were eating me out,” you gulp, your throat lets you heave the words out with difficulty. “It was either that or… some other nights, you’d do more.”
So it’s multiple dreams, different nights. Ran’s grip on you tightens, “Did you touch yourself?” He repeats the question, eyes dark and attentive, as if he’s dying to know. As if he can’t picture it in his head without you guiding him through it. Fuck it, you think.
“I did, used my vibrator-“You can’t even finish your sentence because Ran is grasping your other leg and lifting you up in the air. You circle his neck with your arms and hold on tight in fear of him dropping you, but his strength makes it seem like he’s barely breaking a sweat.
“Fuck, can I kiss you? I’m dying to taste you.”
It takes you some time to elaborate on his desperate plea, but once you do, you consent enthusiastically, “Yeah? Yes!“
The moment your lips meet, it’s like nothing else matters in the world. Ran is kissing you, his lips are moving over yours with expertise. He starts slow and deepens it to the point you have to push him away slightly to regain your breath.
Sometime during the kisses that come after, Ran has you up against the wall. He runs the tip of his tongue over the seam of your mouth, but you don’t open it straight away to pay him back for all his usual teasing. That’s until he presses his hips against yours, and you feel his hardness rubbing on you.
“Oh my god, fuck, Ran.” He takes your surprise as an opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours. You moan in his mouth, and he groans back, parting just enough to let you know what he needs, “I want you so bad, pretty girl.”
You buck into him as if asking for more and bite his lip before letting it go, watching as it falls back into place.
Ran laughs at that, starting a trail of kisses from your puffy lips all the way to your exposed collarbones. He knows you’re not wearing a bra, you don’t sleep in them. The first thing he noticed when he stepped foot inside your apartment tonight is how your nipples were perked up against the cotton of the shirt. He also knows the only thing covering your bottom is a pair of panties. Keeping this in mind, he sends you a look while reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt, as if asking for permission.
You nod and he frees you of it, chunking it somewhere behind his frame. He’s holding you up with his hips alone, navel pressed tightly against yours. That’s so fucking hot.
His hands make a b-line to your breasts, squeezing them to get a feel, and the motion is as pleasurable to you as it is for him, making his cock jump in his pants. You can feel his length twitching and it’s driving you crazy.
“Please-“ Your voice breaks the moment Ran puts you back down, you struggle to keep yourself on your feet and watch as he bends to bite at one of your nipples.
“Oh my god, yes,” he’s twisting the other with his fingers, and regretfully leaves them behind as he moves in a downward path over your body. He’s so close to your heat that he can smell your arousal, and when he casts his eyes toward your mound, he sees the wet patch staining your panties.
“Is this because of me?” a slap on your covered cunt follows his question. He knows already, you’ve made it clear, but he wants to hear you say it.
“Yes, yeah, Ran, baby. It’s all because of you.”
He thinks you must be already pretty out of it, because you’re not usually this straightforward when it comes to sex, in front of him at least. He heard how dirty you can get when talking about it with other friends, so he’s happy he’s found the key to open you up to him, literally.
It’s after your nth confirmation that Ran decides to grasp the side of your cotton panties and slowly drag them down your quivering legs. Both of you still can’t believe this is happening. You’re about to satisfy his every craving, and he’ll make sure to do the same for you.
Ran is on his knees, staring up at your body as if it’s a piece of art that has moved something inside of him. His admiring gaze is pushing all of your shyness and insecurities to leave you. His making you feel comfortable while being so exposed and vulnerable is exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place.
The weight of a peck being stamped on the inner skin of your thigh is what you feel before your body starts being covered in kisses. He’s raising to his full height while doing so, and the last one he gives you is on your forehead, just like the first of the night.
“I need you, Ran.”
Everything is still around the two of you, in the silence of the night you can hear the deep breath he takes. You lean forward to kiss the tattoo peeking from the collar of his dress shirt.
The hanafuda is a bright reminder of the life he has selfishly involved you in, and for a second he rethinks his next move, but you quickly realize he’s getting into his head and raise on your tippy toes to kiss his pink lips.
“Take me to bed, Ran. Don’t make me beg.”
You’ve told him multiple times that you can take care of yourself, and you know that where you can’t on your own he’s gonna be there to save you. You believe him, and he has to do the same when you tell him that he’s not gonna get rid of you that easily.
“You’re gonna beg either way,” he promises with a sneaky smile as he grabs your ass in his hands, making you straddle his hips as he carries you to your bedroom.
More kisses are being shared between the two of you during the short way, and he can barely tear himself from you as he lays you on your mattress.
You think he’s reaching into your bedside table for condoms but what he finds is even better: your pink vibrator. He looks at it as if he’s discovered gold. When he orders you to take it and use it on yourself, you realize he wants to watch. He wants to recreate what you’ve so cutely told him you’ve been doing for the past few weeks while thinking about him. Ran wants to see for himself.
He stands at the foot of the bed while you tease your entrance with the bullet vibrator, collecting your wetness to make it glide more easily over your clit. You keep your legs spread to give him a show, watching as he pays you back by removing piece by piece of clothing.
His full-body tattoo reveals itself to your greedy eyes. You’ve seen it multiple times, but have never gotten to take it in all together.
You’re panting, reaching your slit with one of your fingers as your opening clenches around nothing under his lust-filled gaze. “Hold it,” his deep voice tells you, and you follow his instruction, regretfully so.
“Keep it spread fo’ me.” You spread yourself open with two fingers, bucking up to chase the sensation of your vibrator. “Fuck, such a good girl fo’ me. Doing anything I tell her.” He grasps his hardness over the cloth of the boxers, the grey fabric sticking to his skin and forming a wet patch where his precome is leaking.
He strokes himself a couple of times before removing the last piece of clothing on his body, finally letting you see the place where his tattoo connects, but most importantly his cock.
It’s so pretty, lengthy, and a girth that would scare you if it weren’t for how long you’ve been dreaming of this moment. It bobs between his legs as he crawls over the bed to you and the pink on its head is glistening, you wish you could clean it up with your tongue right now.
You think he must also have an oral fixation because the moment he reaches you and settles between your open legs he chunks the vibrator to the side of the bed to cover your wetness with his mouth.
Curious tongue running over the mess you made, the sounds he’s making giving away how much he’s enjoying getting a taste.
“Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this. You taste like heaven, princess.” He’s raising as he mutters the words. He takes one look at your withering figure from above, before letting a glob of spit fall on your cunt.
Ran bends and goes right back in, the muscles on his shoulders moving along as his hands come up to hold your thighs open before you can crush his head, you can already feel the bruises from the tight grip forming on the skin.
It’s like the wet dreams that have been plaguing your mind ever since he cut his hair have finally turned into reality. His shorts locks are peeking from between your thighs and you’re gripping them for dear life as he feasts on you, mouth sucking around your clit and lilac eyes peeking from below your mound with a stare so intense that you can feel your legs trembling from that alone.
When his fingers join in the fun you feel yourself getting closer, he’s moving them in a come hither motion and hitting your spot just right. He’s not building up momentum or taking his time in opening you up, that’s how desperate he is. Two of them are fucking into you quickly and with precision, while his dexterous tongue flicks your bundle of nerves.
“Ran, fuck, you look so good between my legs,” You can feel him smirking against you, the boost of ego you know he needs to get him right where you want him.
“I’m gonna cum, plea– please, don’t stop.” The problem is that Ran doesn’t exactly like being told what to do, and he’s being greedy now. He has waited too long to have you, he can’t possibly wait anymore.
He stops his movements, triggering a cry on your part. You nearly kick him with one of your feet but he’s fast enough to move to the edge of the bed, sitting in front of the full-length mirror that covers your wardrobe and conveniently faces the mattress.
You stare at him, spread legs and hard length resting on his lower abdomen as he settles reclined on the palm of his hands. “Come sit on my cock.”
You’re facing his back, laying down on the bed still, and from your position you get to admire the tattoo on his back, and how his muscles flex beneath the skin every time he moves. His body is as sinful as it can be, he drips sex and makes you want to mold yourself to him and never let go. It has always scared you, this pull he has on you, but now he’s the one inviting you over. It’s not the time to shy away.
He’s watching you from the reflection in the mirror as you get up. Your naked body is to him like a tall glass of water after weeks without drinking, he feels like he would die right here, right now, if you were to walk away without letting him have a sip.
Even his wet dreams – yes, you’re not the only one fantasizing about your best friend – don’t compare to the sight of you standing in front of his spread legs looking down at him.
“Uh nah, turn around pretty,” he prompts when he sees you’re about to straddle his lap. He enjoys the sight of you doing whatever he tells you to without even having to touch your body, and he stores that information inside a little drawer in his head for later.
You finally sit down, sliding against his hot skin until you’re resting only half of your weight on his thighs. His cock is now sandwiched between your bodies, and he groans when your asscheeks rub against it while you are wiggling onto him purposely.
“I said sit on my cock, I want you on top of it.”
You’re about to fuck your best friend, it doesn’t seem real. Should the two of you even be doing this? This will change everything forever, there would be no going back from it.
You know that once he’s gonna slide inside you you won’t be able to look at any other man ever again. You barely do now, anyway.
Your right hand goes under you to grasp his length, the angle is uncomfortable but you make it work enough to give him a few pumps. His girth feels hot in your hold, and you bring it to your opening to tease yourself with his wet tip.
“Fuck baby, don’t tease me.” The reflection in the mirror shows his tensed body in all his glory, and you get a glimpse of his hands buried in the sheets, he’s gripping the fabric so tight you think blood might’ve stopped flowing.
Ran is trying not to buck up into you, he’s giving you time to adjust to his size, and you realize how needed it is when you finally lower yourself on it.
You’re watching the scene unfold in the mirror, how his cock is slowly sinking inside of you. The stretch leaves you with a burning feeling and when you nearly reach his base you realize how full you are. All your bumps and ridges are being deliciously stroked by his skin.
Your lips fall open in a pant and Ran is groaning right by your ear as he straightens his posture and bends slightly over your body. “I’ve been dreaming of this for years,” he confesses while his hands grasp the fat of your thighs, spreading you to him as he loops your legs over his, keeping them open just like that with his knees.
He can’t believe his eyes when he gets to fully glimpse how far he’s stretching your cunt with his cock. All the patience in the world wouldn’t help him hold back anymore.
He bucks up into you, having you take his cock down to the base. You let out a shriek at how big he feels inside, and after that, he starts moving. Being on top made you, at first, feel like you could be in control, but it seems like the orders he was barking at you weren’t the only thing he was planning on doing on his part.
Ran starts pounding into you from below, strong thighs helping him in bucking up. You’re being split open on his cock and he’s enjoying the show. The sound of skin slapping against skin is so sinful, but your eyes are now closed in pleasure as you’re reduced to nothing but a moaning mess. His thrusts are so powerful that it takes you very little time to lose your mind.
He’s calling for you, you can hear his deep voice and feel his hot breath on your ear after you slumped against his bigger body, resting your leaned-back head on the crook of his neck. “Mhmh, open your eyes, pretty girl,” like the good girl you are, you do as said, even if you’re struggling to keep them open when his thrusts don’t let up, but instead seem to be getting deeper every time you do something he asks of you right.
He grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer, redirecting your line of sight towards the mirror, where you can see his heavy balls slap over your glistening skin from below. “Look at how much you’re dripping, that’s how I slid in so quickly.” You whimper at that, Ran always had a way with words that could get to you even when nothing of sorts was being said, always the teasing one, but now that he’s running his mouth with all these dirty thoughts you can’t help but be even more affected than usual.
“You take my cock like a pro, mh. You like it, don’t you, my pretty little slut? Oh, I just know you’re loving this. Bet your little vibrator couldn’t make you feel this good.”
He’s pressing down on your belly, making the pressure on your navel feel ten times more intense, and all you can focus on is how he’s spreading you open. “It’s so big Ran- Ah,” he thinks your words are gonna get to his head. He has to keep a solid grip on you not to melt at your praise, “Fuck Ran, please, please baby.”
“What is it that you want, use your words.”
“I wanna come, pleasee, I need it so bad,” He loves how polite you are, asking for it with a please. He’d give it to you no matter what, but he appreciates how much you’re trying for him. He knows you can get a little hot-headed, or maybe he just found that one field where you finally succumb and let others take care of you.
Ran reaches over to the forgotten toy and switches it back on before placing it over your neglected and pulsating clit. He never had anything against sex toys, he doesn’t see the harm in using them to bring more pleasure to his partners. He knows you could come from his cock alone, but he needs to feel you gushing around him right about now, before he loses it. He wants to see you dripping to the ground before he fills you up to the brim.
You grasp a handful of his hair and pull it without shame as he fucks you with abandon while rubbing your clit with the vibrating toy. He has to hold your thigh open with one of his big hands because you keep clenching your muscles, and he needs to watch as you come undone.
“Fuuck,” you’re cursing loudly, without a care for your poor neighbors who must be going crazy with the loud noises at such a late hour.
Ran is hitting all the right places, he’s prodding and searching all over your body like he needs to study it, to learn it, and knowing him and how attentive he is, you’re sure that the next time it will take him half of the time to get you there. Or maybe he’ll use his knowledge to drag it out like the teasing little shit he is.
But who said anything about a next time? You’re not even sure as to why the two of you have fallen into bed together, but what you know with certainty is that you’re perception of Ran has shifted the moment he cut his hair.
It might be crazy, ruining a years-long friendship over something so trivial, but it’s like your best friend Ran was the one with the braids, and the one you’re sitting on top of, who’s kissing your neck and whispering sweet praises in your ear, who’s bulkier and more charming and wears purple striped suits, is someone else entirely, but someone that you love all the same.
You’ll always cherish your braided Ran as your friend, but this older version of him will not be able to live inside your mind while battling your feelings as you’ve always done.
The man in the mirror looks at you with lust, but under all of that is the shade of his unchanging lavender hues, the ones who have been staring at you with unnamed affection for years. Maybe it’s time to let go of that uncertainty and fall into him once and for all.
“Ran, I’m gonna come.” He’s so good at reading your body already that he doesn’t stop, he just forgoes the vibrator opting to massage your clit with his thumb, spreading you open with two fingers, while his other hand reaches your boobs. He knows how sensitive they are, he remembers you telling him once, and that’s why he has avoided touching them until now.
His fingers alternate pinching and pulling at the erected nipples, and his hand grasps the entirety of your left beast to pull you down as you try to fight his thrusting and press you onto him.
He noses at your cheek, inviting you to meet him for a kiss. It’s a deep one, with tongues entangling and teeth bumping against each other, he has to rein you in as you’re panting and mumbling.
You don’t have the strength to speak anymore, but Ran knows the exact moment you dangle and trip over the edge because you squeeze him so tight he lets out a string of curses.
He feels you gushing around him, the squelch of wetness becoming even more loud making his cheeks tint red. He’s never been shy when it comes to sex, but the way he’s fucking you now it’s so nasty that he can’t believe how you’re letting him. His sweet girl.
Now that you’ve come on his cock, he slows down his hips to avoid overstimulating you, and he helps you regain your breathing as he kisses your cheek, “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Mh- Fuck,” Your cunt is squeezing him so hard, coherent thoughts are slowly leaving his mind in favor of you. Nothing else matters now but you.
Ran has to gather all of his remaining strength to slip from you and lay you down on your white sheets. Big eyes are looking up at him as he just hung the moon and the stars, and from his position, he gets to watch your face contort in pleasure as he slides right back inside your wet heat.
“Ran-“ “I know, baby.” Your nails are raking down his chest, red marks showing up on the untattooed side of his body. Your neck is straining as you press the back of your head into the pillow, and he eyes the still unblemished skin before placing his lips on your pulse point, sucking and biting as he goes.
His thrusts are slow but deep, you can feel the heat building up in the pit of your belly all over again. You buck up against him, watching as he lets out moan after moan, getting closer to his end. He sounds so fucking good.
He wants to drag this out, scared of what might come after the both of you come down from your highs, so he pins down the side of your hips with one hand, resting on his hunches as he grasps both of your wrists in the other and raises them over your head.
He’s circling his hips now, rubbing his navel against your clit and relishing in all the pretty noises you’re letting out.
“Pretty girl- can you come fo’ me one more time? You’ve been s’good to me, gimme another. Just one- one more,” Ran’s voice is strangled, he’s trying to hide how much the pulsing of your cunt is affecting him, with very little success. His balls are strained and heavy with cum, he wants you to come around him as paints your walls in white.
You’re moving to break free from his grip but his strength doesn’t let you, so you try begging for him, “Rannn, more! Please, need more, I’m so close- Wanna cum.” You’re whining, sweat running down your body, he looks at how your skin is glistening and wants to lick you up.
Ran has never been able to tell you no, so he moves the hand that was holding you down to your neck, thumb resting over your pulse as he squeezes enough to make you feel it. His hips resume his thrusting with a purpose.
“Cream on my cock, ‘m gonna fill you up, angel,” and you do just that, on command. Ran thinks you ruined every other woman for him, right there and there. It’s like you were fucking made for him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, babygirl.”
He’s right behind you, mouth parting as he groans and repeats your name like a fucking prayer. You’re arching your back, your chests are pressed together and Ran swears he can hear the sound of your heartbeat as he fills you up with cum.
With scrunched-up eyebrows and eyelids fighting to stay open, his purple eyes are taking you in. Your legs are locked behind his back and his hips keep pressing against yours as he slowly drags out your highs, cum dripping down his thighs as he tries to fuck it back into you.
“Fuck, I feel so full,” you manage to let out in surprise after regaining your breath. Ran lets go of you the moment his mind is clearer, and when you feel him slip out from within you, for a moment you’re scared he’s gonna get dressed and leave you laying there.
But Ran just parts your legs before you can close them in shyness, and takes one good look at the mess you’ve both made before diving in. He’s happy he’s gotten to fuck you raw, so now he gets to taste how good you are together.
You’re still so sensitive that when his tongue makes contact with your folds, you tremble. He takes his time in eating it out of you, loud smacks and wet noises can be heard as he does, along with his hums of approval, “Mhh, taste so fucking good, baby. Wanna try?”
You furiously nod at that, dragging him away from your heat before he gets in his head that he needs to make you come again; you don’t think you’d be able to do that now, the overstimulation from those simple touches already taking you to the verge of crying for him.
Ran finally kisses you again, tongue slipping past your lips to make do with his promise, and you moan in appreciation at the taste of you combined. Everything he does is just so fucking hot.
He doesn’t stop once you do, and risks stripping you of your breath completely, but you’re not any better. The last thing you want now is for him to not kiss you anymore, so you grip his infamous hair once again, scratching his scalp with your nails as you’ve always liked doing to get a reaction out of him.
Ran shakes in your hold, he has to pull away or he’s gonna fuck you all over. He can feel himself getting hard against your thigh, so he decides to leave your embrace. He’s aware of the elephant in the room, and his maturity is screaming at him to talk things out before he can fall right back into it.
“Ran… please, don’t leave,” he glances back at you because of the way your voice breaks while muttering that sentence. His heart clenches when he sees your lash line glisten with unshed tears, so his hands find their way to your pretty face to hold it as he stands close to the edge of the bed, bending over you. He kisses the tip of your nose, then takes your mouth in a chaste kiss.
“‘M not going anywhere, my love. Just need to take care of my pretty girl. Give me one minute and I’ll be right back, okay?”
A simple “‘mkay,” leaves your lips in a mumble, and Ran helps remove the sheet from under your spent body to cover you with it before leaving the room.
It takes you a few seconds to elaborate on everything. Aside from what happened in the past hour, you’re now fixating on the names he just called you. My love. My pretty girl.
His? You definitely are, you just didn’t think he knew.
Once he steps back in the room, you notice he’s cleaned himself up and wore his discarded boxers. You take him in while he walks closer, silently appreciating his physique as you’re used to doing. But this time you get to recognize the bruises and red marks littering his body as something you’ve done yourself.
As promised, he’s carrying a wet towel and a bottle of water, and he carefully cleans you up with the former.
After making sure you’re hydrated, he settles by your side under the sheets and drapes his arms around your waist as both of you lay on your respective sides, facing one another.
“I was planning on giving you a gift, after the party was over, y’know? But you just had to run away,” he lets out a big sigh, as if thinking back to your fight makes him drained all over again.
“What is it?” You ask, as curious as always. He loves this side of you. He loves you, actually.
“I gave Rin one of my braids after I cut them off. I was thinking about giving you the other one,” your eyes widen, and the movement of your fingers running over his collarbone stops as you ponder over his words. “I know how much you like them, so did I. Want my two favorite people to keep them safe for me.”
Your heart has never beaten this fast, you think it might start overheating and set your whole body on fire. You bat your eyelashes, willing the tears away as you hook your hands under his face, gently stroking his jaw.
“Thank you,” is the last thing you whisper before closing the distance, repaying him with another short but sweet kiss.
When you separate, you lean your forehead against his and he softly calls your name. In the closeness of your embrace, you meet his lavender haze, “I love you.”
The only thing that follows his sentence is silence. You think you must’ve fallen asleep, this has to be another one of your dreams, one of those sweet ones you used to have when Ran still had his braids and the two of you were younger.
Ran could easily take your stillness as an answer. He could fall victim to his hidden insecurities and make you think he meant it in a platonic way to somewhat try and save what remains of your friendship. But he knows that no matter what your response to his confession might be, he wouldn’t take it back for the world. There’s simply no getting over you.
“Don’t misunderstand,” He knows how much you overthink, that’s why he should’ve said this before. “I’m in love with you, always have been.”
You think your heart must’ve stopped completely now.
“Ran…” “Sh, I know, it’s okay.” He feels the need to comfort you straight away, to let you know that not sharing his feelings is okay. He’s always gonna be there for you, no matter what. “God, Ran, I love you so much.”
The lips that suddenly find his, again and again, are not the only thing taking his breath away. Both of you cannot believe how stupid you are, how you’ve been in love this whole time while thinking the other could never see you that way. His hands are all over your heated skin, caressing down your back as you hold him closer.
“Want you to be mine, baby.”
“‘m yours Ran,” his kisses are spreading everywhere he can reach, he’s getting drunk on you once again. Bitten lips part to let out panting breaths, and you notice soon enough how the newfound confessions are affecting not only yours truly.
Heady eyes and tinted cheeks present themselves to you. You think the marron of his natural blush and the shade of purple staining his pale skin look a lot like the color of the hair that started this all. You love it already, just like you love him.
And Ran lets you happily grip onto it as he takes you again and again, that night. No more wet dreams that leave you running away from him, he’s gonna make sure to fill your nights with something that’ll make you want him even closer, every day, from now on.
Right before falling asleep, as dawn leaves space for daylight behind your closed curtains, you take one last look at your sleepy Ran.
You comb back his messy hair to uncover his pretty face, softly kissing his forehead before falling into a dreamless sleep. There’s no need for dreaming anymore, you have everything you want and need right here in your arms.
Might have to send his hairstylist a bottle of wine as thanks, though.
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wolfiesmoon · 3 months
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I can't sleep
Ran x good girl!reader
Do i want a bad boy (literal criminal) bf? Yea but i would probably cry if he insulted me or got into trouble in any capacity at all
(i am totally not unironically vibing to pretty little psycho while writing this)
edit: i made a part 2!!
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"I dare you to kiss Haitani Ran." Your friend nudged you.
You knew you shouldn't have agreed to this stupid game of truth or dare. You knew your friend was going to make you do stupid stuff like this.
"Like... the big scary delinquent guy?" You asked, hoping you heard her wrong.
"Yeah, that Haitani Ran." Your friend smirked mischeviously.
"How about I don't do that?" The last thing you'd want to do is get involved wth any delinquents or gangs. You have no idea how dangerous Ran could be and even if he wasn't you'd still refuse to kiss a good for nothing delinquent.
"Are you trying to get me killed?" you followed up, realising just how bad this dare could end up.
"You do know that refusing this dare means that you have to do anything I say for a week, right?" Your friend had a horribly evil look on her face. You don't even want to know the things she would make you do if you refused this stupid dare.
But is kissing Ran any better? Pick your poison, you suppose.
"Fine, I'll do it." You said behind clenched teeth, not at all happy about this outcome. You've never even kissed before, and now you have to kiss freaking Ran Haitani. You might actually die.
Why did you agree? What is wrong with you?
This might just be the worst day of your life.
You ended up being a little unfocused in class, making your teacher worry.
.
"Haitani-san." you call out to him, your voice dying off slightly at the end due to nerves. You're the only ones left in the classroom, with your friend watching from behind the door to make sure you actually do it. He looks back at you and you feel a shiver run through you.
Oh my god, you're actually doing this.
He stops, waiting to see what you want with him. You move closer to him, and his eyes narrow slightly, as if he's getting a good look at you.
"Now, what could the class president herself possibly want with me?" his tone was slightly mocking and you would have showed him you're not to be messed with but honestly you'd probably be the one losing in that scenario.
You inhaled sharply, pulling him down by his braids and planting a kiss straight onto his lips. This feels like a bad shojo plot, the "good girl" falls in love with the "bad boy" and kisses him all of a sudden. Except there's no romance involved here. Just a dare.
Is this how you kiss? Why does it feel so strange? That should be enough, right? You can feel your parents shaking their heads dissaprovingly already.
Ok, now you're just kissing him for way too long. It's time to let go. And you try to, you really do. Since when were his arms wrapped around your waist, anyways? And why isn't he letting you go?!
You can feel your friend's evil stare burning into your back. This is not amusing!
He laughed a little into the kiss, pulling you impossibly closer. Oh, so they're both going to enjoy your suffering now, you see how it is.
Still, kissing him isn't half ba-
Ok, you're actually losing it. You need out and fast.
You wriggled out of his grasp, running away as fast as your legs could take you. You heard both Ran and your friend yell something behind you but you honestly don't care.
Why did you ever agree to do this?!
.
That same thought persisted even as you tossed and turned in bed that night.
"Oh god, he's going to send his goons after me and I'm gonna die... And then I won't ever get to become successful..." you muttered to yourself.
"Or maybe he's gonna come and kill me myself after school tommorow... Ugh..." you can't come to school tired, you won't be able to pay attention in class that way. You can't ruin your perfect record by falling asleep in class.
Who cares about the perfect record?! You should be worried for your life!
"And what is that stupid noise, anyways?" you muttered, grumbling and getting up to inspect the source. Another stone hits the window, making you jump slightly. You walk to the window and open it, narrowly avoiding a stone that was thrown your way.
"Sorry!~"
Wait. You'd recognise that voice anywhere.
It's Ran.
"What are you doing here? How did you even get my adress?" you half yelled, not wanting to wake up your parents.
"You shouldn't sweat the little things. Come downstairs." he was smiling calmly, but you still couldn't tell if he was threatening you. Actually, is that his motorcycle parked next to him?
"You should probably put on a jacket too. It's real cold." he added on, and you nervously closed the window, quietly sneaking downstairs and putting on a jacket. Your pyjamas are not the most presentable, but you really don't want to test his patience right now.
You met him outside. What is he going to do to you now?
"Get on." he pointed to his bike, catching you off guard.
"Not without a helmet, riding a motorcycle without one can be really dangerous and you could lose your life." you couldn't help but bring up safety regulations. It's in your nature.
"I told you, don't sweat the details and just sit down." he completely ignored you, pushing you in the direction of the bike. You complied, sitting down on it awkwardly, not sure what to expect. He doesn't seem violent...
He sat down behind you, revving up the engine and just driving off without a care in the world.
"W-Wait!" you were shocked at the speed, grabbing onto him by instinct and missing the way his lips curved up at that.
"Where are you taking me?! I never consented to this!" you had to yell over the sound of the engine, shutting your eyes. He was right, it really is cold when you're riding on a motorcycle.
"And you know what I didn't consent to? That kiss." he replied and your face scrunched up a little, cringing at the not so distant memory. "But that's fine, because that means you're mine now."
"Huh?!" you finally opened your eyes, looking up at him. His expression was a little hard to make out since the only thing illuminating it was street lights that you were speeding past. Is he even following the speed limit?
"I value my sleep, you see. And that little stunt you pulled made me unable to fall asleep. So I figured I might as well give you a little visit." he placed a hand over you protectively, making you worry about your safety even more.
"Who would have thought the top of the class good girl would fall for me?" he looked down at you.
"I did not fall in love with you! It was a dare!" you shot back.
"Oh well, doesn't matter. You're my girl now. And that's that."
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prncessrindou · 5 days
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KISS ME THRU THE PHONE, ran haitani ♱
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♱ CONTENT WARNING . . fem!reader, ran is in jail (after getting arrested in Tenjiku), phone sex, fingering, (reader touches themselves for ran) and pet names.
♱ authors note . . I got inspiration from the song called Kiss Me Thru The Phone by Soulja Boy (listen to it and you’ll see what I mean lol)
♱ repost from wakashawty
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“You have a collect call from .. Ran Haitani .. do you accept the charges?” The operator said and you quickly touched the bottom to be connected with your boyfriend. You haven’t heard from him since he was arrested and for some reason you’re kind of anxious to speak with him.
“Hi, pretty thing,” Ran’s voiced through the other end and you got butterflies in your stomach. His voice seemed much deeper than usual and it made you rub your thighs together.
“Hi, Ran .. h- how have you been?” You questioned, laying back on your mattress and getting comfortable. “Hm, I’m better since I’m talking to my favorite girl.” He said, you could tell he had a sly grin on his face and indeed he did . “How have you been though? You still working your ass off in college?” Ran questions, leaning against the painted wall of his cell unit.
You smiled, “of course I am. I have so many assignments that’s due and I’m nowhere near finished with any of them and I haven’t been getting any sleep. College is draining and m’ so tired.”
Ran chuckled through the phone, “told your ass to quit and I’ll take care of you.”
“How? You’re currently in jail!”
“I have my connections .. you must forget who I am?”
You rolled your eyes at his cockiness and bit your bottom lip, “I know exactly who you are, Ran.”
“Heh, you better.” He said, he suddenly turned around to take a look to see if anyone was behind or around him and no one was around because most of them seemed to be into the television or in their cells. Good, he thought to himself.
“Say, princess, what are you wearing right now?” Ran asked, his voice low and almost seductive.
“Oh, um, a pink night gown.”
Ran licked his lips, his hand going down to his clothed shaft. “Shit, girl, if I was there I’d rip that shit off in a heartbeat. You wearing any panties?”
His words made your pussy pulse. “No .. I don’t have any on.” You said almost in a whisper, you began imagining Ran tearing off your gown and toying with your bare cunt.
“Yeah? Be a good girl and play with it fa’ me.” Ran mutters, his hand squeezing his harden clothed cock.
“Mmh—” you moaned softly, your fingers touching your bare pussy and slowly sliding in your wet folds. You closed your eyes, imagining Ran’s long slim fingers down there. He’d make you cum within seconds just from his fingers and after you’d cum all on his fingers, he’d make you lick the slick on them.
“Talk to me, pretty thing.”
“Fuck, Ran, I wish you were here.. I miss you so much.” You murmured, your fingers sliding in and out of your drenched pussy.
Ran grinned and licked his lips, “miss you too, baby.” He strokes his cock, he knows he’s leaking pre cum but he doesn’t care. “You know if I was there, I’d take care of you. First I’d play that slutty pussy, make you cum to the point your legs are fucked.” You know he isn’t just talking to hear himself talk, he’s done it plenty of times before.
“Then I’d give you this cock .. you’d like that wouldn’t you, princess? Me stretching out that tight pussy while you cream on all over it. Fuck, I’m bouta cum jus’ thinking about it.” Ran says through the other end. At this point, he doesn’t care who sees or hears him. Well it’s not like anyone is going to question him about it because he is, along with his brother, Rindou, the most feared within the unit.
“God, Ran, yes! I want it s’ bad!”
“I know, pretty thing, I know— you close, baby?”
You nodded your head, although he couldn’t see you. “Mhmm— yes! I’m so close!”
Ran chuckles lowly and as he was about to say something, the guard comes in. “Haitani, get back in your cell. We’re checking cells and we need to do a headcount.”
“Gimme a sec.”
“Now, Haitani!” The guard snaps at him before leaving back out to go get another guard for a headcount.
Ran just clicks his tongue. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the guard come back so he needed to make it quick. “Say, pretty thing, you still imagining me there? Me touching that pretty pussy and fucking you til you’re dizzy?”
“Mm, yes!” Your voice almost sounded like a cry and he was thriving off that.
Ran bites back a moan, “you don’t know how bad I want you right now— my cock stuffed in you while you’re begging and squirming for more.”
You feel it, that knot in your stomach is tightening up and almost on the verge of breaking. “Rannnn— m’ cummin!”
“Shit, cum baby. Let it go.” Ran coos, rubbing his cock to the sound of your hitch breathing as you cum undone on the other end. Your thighs are trembling as your orgasm hits you like a wave, washing all over you.
Ran listens to your breathing as you calm down from your high, he knows you’re a mess right now and God, if only he was there to see the expression on your face. “You good, princess?” He asks.
“Mmhm, m’ okay.” You respond, still quite dizzy from your orgasm.
The previous guard comes back into the unit with two others along side them, getting ready for headcount and checking cells. “Shit, the guards are back so I gotta go, baby.”
A whine escaped your lips as Ran told you those words, you knew he had to go sometime or another, but you wished he didn’t have to go now.
A sly grin creeps up on Ran’s handsome features, your whining is just so cute to him. “I’ll be calling you back soon, alright, pretty thing..” And with that, he hung up the phone and the call was disconnected.
You held the phone to your ear for a few seconds before laying it down to your side. You finally sighed in disappointment because you didn’t even get to kiss him through the phone before he hung up . . .
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Secrets Kept From Him Ran Haitani x Fem Reader Chapter 1: Secrets WC: 3.5K+ Resident: @enchantedforest-networkTW: Past relationship with Ran, Disappearing, Slight Suggestive Themes, Angst, Drinking, Suggestive Language, Secret Child He Doesn't Know About (unedited) MINOR DNI 18+
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‘I promised to be by your side’ for years this phrase would haunt Ran in his sleep. His eyes opened up in the darkness of the room. He turned his head to the
side to see the woman he picked up for the night who was fast asleep. It just didn’t feel right no matter how many girls he brought home, nothing felt complete. To be exact no one could replace you. 5 years had passed by without a sign of where you left. He had tried to track you down when you first left. Trying to get a hold of family members, friends even trying to find connections to search for you. But each time there was a lead it was a dead end. ‘Why do I keep doing this to myself… they are not the same’ he sighed. He was doing this to himself, comparing each woman with you. Behind his smile only his brother could see that he wasn’t happy. The following morning Ran was still charming as he called a cab for his late night friend to be picked up. “Thanks for last night, I'll give you a call sometime.” flashing a smile seeing the woman get into the cab as it began to travel down the road. The smile on his face faded, his hands placed in his pockets as he went into his home. 
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“We just got in…no we are heading there right now…” you sat in the back of the private car as you were on the phone, you were looking through the windows, it's been years since you've been in Tokyo. It still looked the same. The bit of nostalgia hitting you as you passed by some familiar buildings. “Hey listen I will call you later tonight and keep you updated.. Okay… okay bye.”  you hung up the phone. “Everything is so big over here!” your daughter looked out from her booster seat. “You used to live here right mommy?”  her violet eyes looked over at you. “Yeah before you were born.” softly smiled as you ran your fingers through her long soft locks. 
You left Tokyo when you found out you were a few weeks pregnant. Ran didn’t know about the baby. It did worry you when finding out about your pregnancy, you were scared shitless. Ran coming home sometimes covered in blood, you had expressed your concerns for his safety many times. He would simply say ‘you don’t need to worry about a thing my love.’ but it worries you every single time. You worried you would get a call about a deal going south and he wouldn’t make it or if someone found out about you or your guy's baby you wouldn’t know what this person might do. You couldn’t take that risk, you needed to protect yourself and your baby. 
It hurt you to leave him  the way you did without any notice nor telling him where you were going. The days passed into months and your daughter was brought into the world. Along with trying to figure out how to be a mother you were dealing with your own anxiety. Looking at her growing each day she inherited Ran’s looks. You had a little piece of Ran with you. You wanted to give your daughter the opportunity to grow up in Tokyo and enjoy it like you did as a child. “We should be arriving at our new home tomorrow sweetheart.” you spoke. You bought a home on the other side of Tokyo avoiding some of the places you and Ran would visit. He was a creature of comfort he would usually stick to the places he was familiar with. The home would have all your belongings by the end of the day today. You were going to stay in one of the Hotels that had great reviews online. It was fairly new as well. Still in the back of your mind wondering what would happen if you would have run into him by accident or his brother… You wouldn’t know what you would do. Your mind would play thousands of possible scenarios from him being happy, to being betrayed and upset with you.
“Mommy we are here!” your daughter exclaimed as the car stopped in front of the Hotel. “Great lets put our stuff in the hotel and do a bit of sightseeing before it gets late.” opening the car door.
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“Ran, are you paying attention?” Rindou called out to his brother who was spaced out.
“Hmmm oh yeah, what time do we have to meet up with them again?”  They were in the car going to the destination meeting some possible clients for the club. One being a heiress of a prestigious alcohol company. Ran knew what he exactly had to do to get this contract with her. Even if it meant he had to sleep with her. “Seriously you cannot mess this up. If we can reduce the cost of this we are golden.” Rin looked over at his brother. “I know. Why don’t I just sleep with the bimbo first then you talk to her about contracts, she wouldn’t be able to process the quote we give her without thinking about events that happened before that.”  Ran suggested giving a smirk. His brother let out a deep sigh pinching the bridge of his nose “You have that full confidence in you by all means have at it. Might leave this to you right now then come back later on.” As the car pulled up to the hotel. Ran pulled up a photo of the heiress to make sure he wouldn’t mistake her for anyone else. He studied her features, making him woo her easily. He did look different from the last time you saw him. His hair was styled differently and wear a nice suit. You and your daughter were exiting out to the lobby. Your attention was on your daughter as she was happily talking to you as you held her hand.In this brief moment your paths crossed with his but both were too busy in your own worlds to notice each other at that moment. A faint smell of a familiar cologne hit your nostril for a moment. Looking up for a moment you were passing a group of gentlemen thinking it was one of them wearing the cologne Ran used to wear. You refocused your attention on your daughter.
Ran would be heading to the bar of the hotel where he is greeted by the striking beauty who was waiting for him. “Ms. Yamaguchi, I'm glad you were able to make it on such short notice.” Ran smiled as reaching for her hand kissing the back of it. “You do look lovely tonight. I’m Ran Haitani.” “Lovely to meet you Ran. They told me you were handsome but not so charming as well.” she looked at him with a sultry look. “You have a brother as well Rindou if I remember correctly… where is here tonight?” She looked towards the doorway. “He had to take care of some things at the club. I guess in the meantime while we wait, we can get to know each other? Can I buy you a drink?” the smile that no woman could resist. She gladly accepted his offer. It would only take him an hour to end up in her hotel room. 
Few hours would pass as you made your way back to the hotel with your daughter along with someone you trusted since the day you left. “We are glad you will join us for dinner tonight. I made reservations.” you smiled. Looking over at your aunt who you kept in contact with. 
“I'm glad to be finally seeing you both in a while. For a chance you both get to visit me for once.” she chuckled while walking into the hotel lobby. Your aunt never met Ran before, only had heard about him from the stories you would tell her. She did suggest telling him the minutes you gave birth to your daughter but she respected your choices on why you didn’t. 
When you pressed the elevator button you waited patiently. You saw something on your daughter's face. Kneeling down,facing away from the elevator cleaning her cheek. On the other side of the elevator coming down, Ran was focused on the lovely Ms. Yamaguchi. Her hands draped around his neck. As she playfully talked to him. “I never had a client take such good care of me.” her finger tips touching his lips. “Well there will be more if you like later on.” he was leaning in before the elevator stopped. They were on the lobby floor. When opening the door they saw a mom kneeling down with her back toward them, seeming to be cleaning her daughter's face accompanied by an elderly lady. Ran smiled as he exited the elevator. He noticed the little girl and thought she was adorable. Her eye color was similar to his own; he didn't really pay mind to all the details of the girl but her eyes. They made their way towards the bar where Rindou was. They heard the little girls say “mommy lets get in the elevator!” “Okay okay let's hurry in.” you chuckled. From that distance Ran heard the familiar voice that stopped him for a moment. When his head turned around he was able to get a look of the mom who was standing up. From a side view his heart dropped seeing you.  He watched you holding onto the little girl's hand entering the elevator. “Ran dear everything alright?” Ms. Yamaguchi asked when Ran seemed to pause for a moment.  He couldn’t just move seeing that you were here in the hotel he was at. He needed to talk to you. Ran composing himself quickly he turned his attention back to Ms. Yamaguchi. “Yes of course I thought I knew someone. But shall we meet up with my brother?” he asked, covering his issues with a smile. During the discussion between Ms. Yamaguchi and Rindou , Ran wasn’t paying attention. His mind was focusing on other things. His past love being here and trying to figure out what his next move would be. He could wait in the lobby till you came down again. Rindou would look at his brother's direction seeing he was preoccupied in thoughts. “Ran… Ran.” Rindou called out.
“Hmm I’m sorry what is happening?” he asked. 
“Must be still a little dazed and confused because of our private discussion earlier.” Ms. Yamaguchi smiled. “We were going over the quantity and price range.” Rindou spoke. “We agreed on this number.” Rindou pulls out a small notepad along with a pen jotting down the number and handing it to Ms. Yamaguchi.
She looked at the number. “I think we can make this work. Your brother can be very convincing ya know. I will have the contracts ready by tomorrow for both of you to sign.” She picked up her drink while taking a sip. The next thing she knew she had her phone ring. “Hello yes…Well I'm in the middle of something right now. I left you in charge for one minute and you decided to screw things up.” she sighed she brought the phone away from her ear “I do apologize gentlemen but something needs my attention. I will have my assistant send over the contracts in the morning. If you will excuse me I need to take care of this.” She got up from the seat walking away.  Rindou looked at his brother “What the hell is going on with you?” “What if I told you about someone from the past staying in this hotel right now.” Ran gave his brother a side glance bringing his drink to his lips. “Can you confirm they are here?” Rin leaned back in his chair. “She is here, I saw her. She still looked the same, just like I remember.” Ran spoke. “There is something else too.. She had some company with her” “Company you say? Who’s the guy?” he asked. Rin was already prepared to make something look like an accident waiting for his brother to describe the guy you might be with. “It wasn’t a guy…. It was a little girl and some older woman I’ve never seen before.” Ran began to remember the child feature more. The pretty violet eyes that resembled his, the child that looked no older than 4 or 5. “I need to talk to her more before assuming something… Listen, she will eventually come down. I wanna talk to her.” ~~~~~~ Fixing your daughter's hair you had her in a pretty purple dress. “You look great sweetie.” holding her hands. “You do too mommy.” her small hands cupping your cheeks as she gave your eskimo kisses. “You guys ready?” you asked your daughter and aunt. “Ready!” they both exclaimed. Walking out of the room. Getting into the main lobby you headed to the area where the restaurant was. 
Rindou wanted to see if Ran really saw the woman from his brother's past. He was casually sitting in the lobby looking at his phone each time the elevator opened and his eyes were on the elevator. His eyes focused on you when you stepped out with your daughter and aunt. He was in a bit of disbelief seeing you. Picking up his phone. “Hey you were right…. She is heading towards the restaurant.. Just one thing don’t act like an idiot just-” the phone was cut off “son of a .” he grit his teeth. He didn’t want his brother to do anything drastic infront of people. Ran was already at the restaurant. He had a seat in the corner where the bar stand was. Just a minute later after hanging up with Rin. He saw the group of three arriving at the check in. The server shows you to your table. The more he watched you the more he wanted to walk up to the table and talk to you. Hearing the small giggles coming from your daughter his heart was breaking. There was no doubt that was his little girl. It was like a little replica of him as a child. He wasn’t a part of yours and her life. He wanted to get a better view of you both. Still questioning who the lady was you were with. He was by the walkway in the corner where it lead to the kitchen he leaned on the rail. Your daughter was looking around the restaurant amazed by how beautiful everything was. “Mommy look at the big fishes in the tank!” she pointed to the large aquarium-like tank behind them. “ I know they are big fishes.” you watched the fish swimming peacefully. Your daughter's  eyes are still roaming around. She happened to glance at a table where she saw a family sitting. She didn’t know who her dad was, she had asked about him but you kept it very short with the answers. Excuses of daddy being very busy with work. She watched as the dad interacted with his children, making them laugh. Ran saw her looking over at the table and her smile disappeared for a moment. You caught onto seeing your daughter frown on her face. “You okay sweetheart?” you asked her. “Mommy, will I ever get to meet my daddy? At my old school I would see daddy’s pick up their kids from school and the kids would do all these things with their daddy’s… I just…” she stopped her sentence and looked down fidgeting with her hands. Your aunt looked over at you, after hearing what your daughter said. She had told you many times and now your daughter was asking about her father. “ I know, baby.” you cupping her face lifting her cheeks up to look at you. Just this statement was killing you so much. She was suffering not knowing who her father was. “You will meet him one day.. I promise.” you smiled, kissing her forehead. “Why do we get something sweet after dinner? I will let you choose something from the menu.” you wanted to see that smile appear on her face. “Really?” her eyes brighten up. “That sounds like a good idea now. Why don’t I help you choose Sweetie?” your aunt suggested to your daughter who happily scooted closer to her as they both looked at the menu.
 Picking up your wine glass you sipped on your wine. You started to realize how many families were in the restaurant.  Your eyes began to wander around the restaurant to see some happy couple and families enjoying their meal. When your eyes reached the corner of the room they didn’t move when they landed on him. His distinct violet eyes appear back at you, even though he had a new hairstyle. He was there looking back at you, the eye contact didn’t break for a second. The moment your eyes looked away was when your daughter caught your attention. “Mommy I want this one!” She brought the menu close to you to show you the item she wanted.
“That does look like a yummy treat, sweetie.” you smile. You took a quick glance back at the corner where Ran was standing and he was gone. “Mommy is gonna go to the bathroom really fast okay? Behave for your aunt for me?” turning your attention back to your daughter. Your daughter nodded promising she would behave for you.
You got up from the booth and made your way to the corner of the restaurant. You couldn’t believe your feet were walking toward his direction. Your heart was pounding against your chest, as you approached closer. When you reached the area you saw an empty hallway. Walking down the empty hallway you saw the different paths to the hotel. You were looking down at the hallway but no sight of him. The quicker you were looking down the aisle when you felt someone grabbing your hand pulling you into an aisle of where rows of doors continue down the long hallway. The smell of his YSL cologne hit your nostrils, the hypnotizing violet eyes were close. It didn’t take long or Ran’s slender arm to wrap around your pulling you closer to his body. His other hand caressing your cheek as he brought you to his chest in a tight embrace. His head is buried in the top of your head taking a deep inhale of your scent. “____.” he whispered your name. It didn’t take much longer until you found yourself holding him. His embrace was just like you remembered, and how much you missed every moment of it. “I missed you…” 
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warning| smut, size kink, praise, dacryphilia, breeding kink, lowkey breath play.
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Ran's weight pins you to the bed. Even with his arms propping up the bulk of him his hips still press you deep into the plush mattress, still stops you from squirming away from him.
“Relax, angel,” he hisses when you whine. He’s barely managed to pop the broad head of his cock into you but he can already see the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. Even with your face pressed into the bedding it’s difficult to muffle the breathy whimpers that breeze past your lips at every shift of his hips.
He lets out a frustrated puff of air, ducking to press soft kisses across the back of your neck and down your spine. He slips in a little further and the beads of sweat that have gathered along his hairline begin to run, his hair sticks to the moisture annoyingly. You jerk at the stretch and Ran stills above you.
“Easy baby,” he warns. “You’re doing so good, remember to breathe, okay?”
The gentle reminder has you gasping for air. So focused were you on the delicious stretch of your cunt around his cock that you forgot to breathe.
“There you- fuck- there you go baby,” he gets to the fat middle of his cock and the sound that leaves you erupts goosebumps along his skin.
It’s a garbled mix of his name and some expletives, and the way your hands scramble to grab onto something and finally settle onto his forearms, nails digging into the muscles and scratching at the skin has his hips stuttering.
“Shit,” he groans, his arms quaking with the weight of him. “‘m sorry, angel.” He shifts to ease his big body down onto yours slowly, chuckling at the way your grip on his forearms tighten. “‘s okay- just lemme-” he eases one hand from your grip, pushing on the mattress to slot it between your body and the bed, “-just need to-” the rough pad of his fingers bump clumsily against your clit and Ran hisses at the way your cunt flutters, eyes rolling at the softness of your insides. Your muscles relax enough for him to snap his hips forward, burying the rest of his cock snuggly into you.
“Good girl,” he croons. “Such a good fucking girl.” He can feel the spongy barrier that is the entrance to your cervix as he swivels his hips experimentally.
“Ah- Ran- yes. Yes,” you babble.
“Right there?” he chuckles. At your jerky nod he starts a maddening rhythm, one that matches the way he rubs at your clit. He grinds his cock against your walls, barely pulling out at all.
He stays close to your ear. Whispers encouragingly as your body slowly goes lax for him. Your muscles melting under the stirring of his cock at your insides, your grip going slack on his arm.
You babble nonsensically at his cooing. Spewing things he knows you’d never be able to say under normal circumstances.
“Wan- want a baby,” you slur and Ran's brain wipes clean. For a handful of seconds he’s sure he misunderstood and he freezes. The slick sounds of your fucking quiet. The only noise in the room becomes your whine of protest.
Ran knows you’re out of it. He knows better than to take you seriously when you’re fucked out. But the way your head tilts backward as you struggle to look up at him and the way your lips, raw and swollen form the most adorable pout convinces him otherwise. A big palm cups at your jaw upside down and tilts your head further back so he can kiss you. It’s harsh and sloppy, you can barely kiss back because Ran's pace picks up. He pulls his hand free from your body to hook both palms under your chin for leverage.
Your eyes widen and Ran smiles evilly.
“Want me to put a baby in you?”
Your eyes roll as you attempt to nod.
“Yeah? Want me to put a little baby in your tummy?”
“Pl-” you choke and Ran's grip on your chin moves to your throat, he squeezes with both hands. Your mouth falls open, tongue lolling out at the pressure. Your cunt contracts so violently that he’s forced to stay buried in you as he cums.
A shiver runs along his spine when the first hit spurts empty into you. His grip on your throat relaxes and he’s barely able to stop himself from crushing you. Over the sound of his roaring blood he can barely make out your chanting.
“Thank you, thank you,” you slur. “Gonna have a baby. Gonna have a baby.”
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The sound of skin clapping bounced off the walls of Rindou’s room. Y/n on their hands and knees as he was thrusting into their hole deeply with the tip of his cock hitting all of their hidden g-spots. His hand grabbed a fist full of Y/n’s hair and pulling their head back.
“If you don’t quiet those moans, my brother is gonna complain again. wouldn’t want us to stop our fun because of you, hm?” He growls as his sharp glare made them clench around him.
He chuckled feeling the tightness of their walls on his cock and he towers himself over their back. “Be a good slut and keep quiet, yeah?” He whispered as his free hand shoved his middle and ring finger in Y/n’s mouth, gagging them to which they instinctively started sucking on his fingers. Saliva dripping down his hand and whimpering at the cold touch of his rings making contact with their lips.
“That’s my good baby~…” He coos as his hips started to pick up the pace again with his heavy balls gently slapping on their skin. The bed below them started to creek the faster he was thrusting into Y/n. Their eyes rolling to the back of their head when the Rindou’s fat tip hits their g-spot.
Gagged muffled noises left their lips which made Rindou smirk and start going faster and harder. It took Y/n by surprise at the sudden change of pace.
“Ngh~..t-too deep..” Y/n managed to say despite the struggle from his fingers in their mouth.
“Too deep? You like that though, hm?” He said taking his fingers out of their mouth and flipping them to lay on their back. His hands throwing their legs over his shoulders, putting them in a mating press and angling his hips in a different way making his thrusts more deeper.
“Gah~!..fuck~!..” Y/n moaned out loudly throwing their head back and their lower back arching up. Rindou leaned down, smothering their face and anywhere his lips found with sweet kisses. His lips found Y/n’s and he put them together like puzzle pieces that were fit for each other.
Both of their tongues swirling together and swallowing each others noises as Y/n’s hand gripped onto his hair making him grunt.
“M’ gonna cum…” Y/n whimpered.
“Yea? You wanna cum baby?” He coos at them making them nod their head desperately.
“Ah ah ah..that’s not what I taught you. You used your words.” His voice spoke sternly and giving their asscheek a slap as a warning making Y/n gasp.
“Please..wanna cum. Make me cum~..” They begged properly making Rindou smirk.
“See? Wasn’t that hard to use your words~” He said kissing their lips yet again before going back to thrusting hard to make them both get to their climax.
Y/n felt a familiar knot in their stomach as they moans got louder and louder.
“..m’ gonna cum~!” They whimpered.
“Go ahead and cum baby..make a mess on this dick~.” He snarls before roughly biting the side of their neck, making sure to leave a dark mark on their skin.
Rindou started to slightly whimper as his sensitive tip brushing up inside their walls and shutters as he reached his climax, dumping his entire seed inside of Y/n. As this was happening, Y/n felt the knot in their stomach untie and covering Rindous abs and themselves with their slick.
As he was catching his breath, his bedroom door busted open with an angry older Haitani. His messy hair and glaring tired eyes showed that he was sleeping..well, trying to at least but couldn’t.
“Didn’t I tell you guys to fuck quieter?” Ran spat looking at the both who just stared back at him.
“Not my fault, I’m just pleading my lover like the good boyfriend I am.” Rindou said with a smug expression which made a vein pop in Ran’s neck.
He leaned his lanky body against the door frame and his arms crossed over his chest.
“How ‘bout this. You let me join and y’all can fuck all you can even when I’m here and I won’t complain.” Ran offered which made Rindou immediately turn his head towards him.
“Hell no! I’m not sharing!” He snapped.
“Come on little brother, I know i always had things to myself and so did you growing up but this is something we both can enjoy~.” Ran’s voice spoke cockily.
“Only if they’re comfortable with it.” He said before his eyes turned soft looking down at Y/n underneath him.
“You sure you wanna try it, babe?” Rindou asked with his voice coated in softness.
“I don’t mind. It’s something new we can try anyway.” Y/n said.
He nods and looks up at Ran who had a sly smirk on his lips.
“You heard them, you only get it this time. Remember that they’re mine.” He said sitting up and running a hand through his hair.
Ran chuckled and walked over to them as he was taking off his shirt, revealing his half tatted chest he had with Rindou.
“Aye aye, captain.” He teased before placing a kiss on Y/n’s lips and them kissing him back, giving each other a desirable yet long lasting smooch.
“Let’s see how obedient my dear brother made you~.” His voice dropped as he got on his knees and grabbing Y/n by the ankles, they yelped out of surprise and dragging them til his face was met with their crotch.
“So messy~.” He breathily spoke before letting his tongue drag up and down their soaked hole making Y/n whimper at the warm muscle. His tongue lapped up their juices before shoving his tongue into their hole, thrusting it in and out at a steady pace.
“Oh fuck~..” Y/n moaned throwing their head back with their hand in his hair, slightly tugging at the strands that placed perfectly in his skull.
“How slutty you are~…I bet my brother taught you how to take dick so good, hm?” He moaned into them sending vibrations through their body as his hand slapped their thigh making Y/n’s body slightly jolt.
He moaned as he ate out their hole and the point of his noise slightly nudging at the upper part of their crotch. The sinful sounds of Ran slurping and sucking echoed through the bedroom.
Rindou felt his cock slightly twitch at the sight and went over, sitting on his knees on his bed. His hand found its way to Y/n’s hair and pulling them til his cock was in front of them.
“Suck.” Y/n didn’t hesitate to wrap their lips around his tip, teasingly sucking on the mushroomed shaped head with his salty pre-cum lingering on their tongue.
After a little while, they took his entire length in their mouth with his fat tip hitting the back of their throat causing them to gag.
Rindou groaned at the feeling and threw his head back. Sweat dripping down his toned tattooed body as his adams apple bobbed as he gulped and panted.
Ram continues to eat out Y/n. Saliva and slick dripping down his mouth and chin as he pulled his mouth away from their hole.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up until his bulge was close to their bare lower half. He pulled down his black boxers revealing his cock. He wasn’t girthy as Rindou but the length definitely made up for it.
His leaking angry red tip pressed against their hole making them moan, sending vibrations onto Rindou’s cock.
Rindou’s hips started to move, fucking their mouth and Ran’s hips moving as well. Both of their hips moving at their own pace before Ran slowly started to move faster.
His tip immediately hitting their g-spot causing them to gag and slobber on Rinouds cock.
“Fuck~ they’re so tight, almost like they don’t want my dick to leave..” Ran hissed through his teeth from the tightness of Y/n’s walks on his cock.
Their gagged moans were like music to their ears as they continued their movements before slowing building up the pace.
“Shit, if it stays like this I’ll cum.” Ran grunts as picks up his pace, the skin of his thighs slapping against Y/n’s.
“..m’ gonna cum.” Rindou groaned as he continued to fuck Y/n’s throat. Y/n’s hole clenched and climaxed around Ran’s cock making him pull out and shoot his seed all over their stomach and thighs with a loud groan.
After a few more thrusts, Rindou’s cock twitched in Y/n’s mouth and he shutters ropes of his cum shoots out from his tip and into the back of their throat making them gag.
Rindou pulls out and his hand holding onto their jaw as his eyes gave a look that said ‘swallow’. Without hesitation, Y/n swallowed every little bit and opened their mouth to showed their empty mouth.
He leaned down and kissed their lips causing him to taste himself.
“Good baby.” He praised. Ran pulled his boxers and sweats back on and tried to kiss Y/n before his face was faced with the palm of Rindou’s hand.
“Fuck no, you already had you bit. A deals a deal, now leave.” Rindou spat making Ran pout but leave the bedroom anyway.
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©𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐚4𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧-- 𝐃𝗼 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝗺 𝗼𝐫 𝐜𝗼𝐩𝐲 𝗺𝐲 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐤-- 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝗼𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐝!!
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the-atlas-sister · 4 months
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TᕼEY ᗯᗩᒪK Iᑎ Oᑎ YOᑌ ᑕᕼᗩᑎGIᑎG/ᑎᗩKEᗪ- TOKYO ᖇEᐯ. ᑭᗩᖇT TᗯO
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𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚁𝚊𝚗, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞, 𝙽𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘
(IM SORRY IF SOME ARE OOC CAUSE- CAUSE I DON'T KNOW ALL THE CHARACTERS ALL TOO WELL)
𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒
At the beginning of your day you had no idea that your boyfriend would be clinging to you at the end of your date, saying he just wanted to keep you, just for the night.
And how could you deny him with that cocky smirk of his, the one he gave you when he knew that you just couldn't say no to him.
So now here you were, stripping out of your uncomfortable date attire, still aiming to visually please your boyfriend after a year of being together. You shivered slightly as you stood in the bathroom in only your undergarments. You looked down at the pile of clothes Rindo had offered you, noticing that he not so slyly failed to include any shirts.
"Rindo?" you called, pulling on a pail of his loose boxers.
"You ready- woah." You flushed, your face turning hot as Rindo opened the bathroom door- his eyes going wide as he eyed your topless figure.
"You didn't have to barge in, I just need a shirt..." you grumbled, subconsciously covering your chest and torso.
"I kinda like you like this," he chuckled, leaning on the doorframe, making you roll your eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll go grab you a shirt." He laughed slightly with that same stupid smirk you had fallen in love with. You couldn't help but blush as he winked and turned around- seemingly to find you that shirt.
𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒
Being Rindo Haitani's best friend had a lot of advantages. Roaming through the streets of Tokyo feeling safer then you ever have, getting the opportunity to beat his ass at any game you play together and of course, the opportunity to tease his brother.
Opportunities, like this one for example.
"He- o-oh," Ran said, his eyes going slightly wide as he opened to door to his brother's room, only to find you wearing nothing but your undergarments.
"Yes?" you said, smirking slightly at his flushed cheeks as he not so subtly eyed your naked body.
"I- I was looking for Rindo," Ran said, continuing to stare at your legs and body. "Thought he'd be in here."
"He's in the bathroom," you stated, bending over teasingly to pick up your shirt. You felt Ran's gaze on your ass, making your smile giddily.
"I didn't know you two..."
"We don't," you said quickly. You stood up fully and looked at the taller brother. "We were just messing around in the rain and Rindo let me shower here."
"Oh," Ran hummed, a tone of almost... relief in his voice. "Well, sorry for walking in on you."
"Don't be," you said with a small smile.
Ran smirked back at you before walking out of the room.
𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘
You knew how much Sanzu idolized you. He told you every day, every night and every time in between. But as you stared at your own naked body in the long mirror within your shared bedroom... you just couldn't understand why.
You were having a day where it seemed as though every flaw you saw within yourself was pushing to the front of your mind, all desperate for attention.
You bit you lip lightly as you ran a hand along the skin on your stomach, continuing to graze over your hips.
"What did I get to deserve this?" you heard Sanzu's voice break you from your trance, making you jump slightly. You hadn't even heard the door open. You look at him behind you through the mirror- unable to bear the look of pure admiration shining in his eyes. The scars on his cheeks wrinkled at he smiled at you widely. He threw off his jacket and approached you. His hands replaced your own, quickly wrapping around your stomach and hips. "My perfect girl, naked and waiting for me," he mumbled, placing a soft kiss behind your ear and along the back of your neck.
"Don't say that," you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away from what you saw as the flaws littering your body.
"Hm? Say what? How perfect you are?" Sanzu asked, looking at you in the mirror. "Can't understand how you can't see how beautiful you are, my pretty girl." He continued to kiss the back of your neck and shoulders. "Lemme show you, yeah?"
𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞 𝙸𝚗𝚞𝚒
Living with someone was weird.
This is what you had come to realize after you and Seishu made the decision to move in together. The first few weeks were nice, being able to cuddle to sleep, cook for one another and preform other domestic activities.
It wasn't until you walked in on him pissing for about the third time due to his forgetting to close the door, that you realized how odd it truly felt.
Even after weeks of being in the same of apartment, you had yet to change in front of one another. Hell, you don't know if Seishu has even really seen you naked. Both of you would shyly wander into the bathroom when it came time to change for the day or take a shower.
But now, you figured it would be fine to change in your shared bedroom. Seishu was still at work so it'd probably be fine. Right?
You hadn't even heard the door open when he walked in. You were completely naked, only covered by your underwear. You jumped in surprise when you felt Seishu's hand, rough from working in the shop, grab your own softly. He turned you to face him, his green eyes silently scanning your body.
Your face flushed as he raised your arm slightly, as if he was examining your body.
"Even more beautiful than I imagined," he said softly, hesitantly reaching out to touch the skin of your waist. You shyly looked away, leaning into his touch as you shared this new level of intimacy. "Wanna see more of you," he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest.
𝙽𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊
Being Takemichi's cousin fucking sucked.
You had no idea how it happened, but you had become wound up in your cousin's time travel. You honestly didn't understand most of it. All you knew is that his future and your present, was constantly shifting and you remembered every bit of it.
The only consistent thing you knew was Naoto Tachibana.
In every changing timeline, Naoto was there. There for your cousin and for you.
Which is how you found yourself within the detective's small apartment. You didn't understand it, but he said with the current timeline, it would be safer for you to stay with him. You currently stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, wearing an extra pair of his shorts and your bra. You tried to figure out how you had gotten yourself in this situation. Or better yet, how Takemichi had gotten you in this situation.
You snapped from your trance when you heard the door to the bathroom click. You turned to see as Naoto opened the door, his eyes going suddenly wide as his gaze settled on your topless figure.
"S-sorry," he said, clearing his throat a bit and turning to the side, an obvious blush on his cheeks. "You were taking a while. I was worried."
You couldn't help but smile softly at his show of worry. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't developed a crush on the younger man and his worrisome tone made your heart flutter. "I'm okay," you said softly, pulling on his oversized shirt. "I was just thinking about stuff."
"Future stuff?" he asked, finally looking back at you. She somehow looks even better in my clothes, he thought with a small blush.
"Present for us," you chuckled bitterly, looking back at the mirror.
"Right," Naoto nodded. "We could... talk about it when you're done if you'd like."
You smiled back and him and nodded slightly.
𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘
You had always had a crush on Kakucho. Ever since you could remember knowing him you had. And you knew he had a crush on you as well. It was obvious.
You could tell from the way he watched you play in the rain, or how protective he got simply by someone looking at you the wrong way.
What you didn't understand was why he hadn't confessed. It had been years and yet... nothing. Perhaps it was his more shy demeanor when he was with you. Or perhaps it was Izana being your brother.
Whatever it was... you had had enough.
You inhaled deeply as you paced within Kakucho's room. You wore a pair of short shorts and your bra. Remember the plan, you reminded yourself. You had just stumbled into his home trying to get out of the rain. You had to strip and change clothes to try and get warm. He had said you were always welcome so it should work.
You stiffened as you heard the door to Kakucho's bedroom click open. Regrets and thoughts of what could go wrong flooded your mind as he opened the door. As soon as his eyes landed on you, they grew as wide as saucers. His hand stayed glued to the door handle and he stayed frozen in place.
"I can explain-"
"Naked-" Kakucho choked out, his face turning a shade of red you had never seen before.
"What?" you almost wanted to laugh at his response.
"You're naked- in my bedroom," he continued, his grip tightening on the door handle. His free hand went to his crotch. You raised an eyebrow at the action.
"I was just trying to get out of the rain and I remembered that you said I was always welcome-"
"It's not raining," Kakucho stated, his brows furrowing in confusion.
You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting such a critical detail. "Shit," you mumbled, your face flushing. "Look- I'm sorry-" You quickly collected your shirt and went to walk past Kakucho and out the door.
His hand quickly moved to softly grab your upper arm before you could leave, his gaze remaining straight ahead. You looked up at him with wide and hopeful eyes. "Don't tell Izana," he said softly before pulling you into the room and closing the door behind him.
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/mooskey/735171493771771904
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usagikookiejams · 19 days
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BEING AWAY FROM THEM FOR SOME WEEKS
Shiba Taiju, Sano Shinichiro, Haitani Ran
⚠️WARNING: Curse words, mentions of kill (no actual killing tho in this hc), 'crazy' behavior lol
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SHIBA TAIJU
"When are you coming back, baby?," the guy on the other line inquired. "Can you like stop asking me same question for the past 2 weeks already?," you tsked. "Brat, I'm just asking ya know," you could feel him rolling his eyes by the tone of his voice. "Hehe sorry love, I promise I will come back ASAP once my event is done here. Mwah, TTYL!," you hung up. Fast forward, you came back to Japan after 4 days since the call. You arrived at Taiju's house a.k.a Black Dragon's HQ where you could see most of his subordinates were bandaged up. "What the...," your thoughts were interrupted upon hearing some yelling, HIS yell to be exact. You entered the house to witness Taiju beating up his subordinate with a baseball bat. "Care to explain?," you inquired which led to Taiju stopping his action, and the subordinate repeatedly bow at you while saying thank you. Kokonoi came into the frame while laughing, "He got WILD when you were not by his side, so he released the pent up stress towards these guys." Taiju let go of the bat and walked towards you, "Tch! They are lucky that you are here already. If not, I swear I could go rampage and kill half of these useless guys." You looked at him dead in the eyes while shaking your head, "You maniac, how do I even like you in the first place." Taiju just shrugged and took you to ride on his motorcycle while enjoying your presence again.
SANO SHINICHIRO
You were watering the plant in your parents' garden when suddenly your phone started ringing. You went to retrieve them before greeting the other person on the line, "Hello babe!." You could hear rustling which may indicates that the person was still in bed. "Hey darling, I miss you so much! Can you come home by today? Ahhh I literally haven't eaten properly since you left," which continued by the sounds of Emma's nag telling him to get his ass off the bed and go to work already. You could hear a loud 'hey gimme back!' before Shinichiro's voice was replaced with Emma's on the other line, "Hey Y/N, when are you coming back? This lazybum has been off his job for 3 weeks now, reasoning that he doesn't have enough energy to work. Ugh I really hate to tell you this but can you please please PLEASE come back ASAP. Istg he has been losing a lot of weight already ugh!." You talked with them for some minutes more before having to hang up. You felt guilty and tried to talk about it with your parents, in which they agreed that you should go back home to Shinichiro as your mom has been getting better from her sickness. Thus, the next day, you arrived at Tokyo. You didn't tell Shinichiro about your plan so upon seeing your face by the main door, Shinichiro dropped to his knees to hug your legs tightly while crying like a baby. "Please don't leave me ever again! If you need to go to your hometown, bring me with you so that we will not be separated huwaaa 😭😭," he messily crying, ruining your pants with his tears and snots. You just laughed at his behavior but still agreeing to his suggestion. "Ahh, this man is gonna be the death of me lol," you monologued in your head.
HAITANI RAN
You wouldn't lie that leaving this house in the hands of Ran's is really.... unnerving. This man literally loves to cause trouble at home, which most of the time leading you to feel like dying is a better option. Why is that? Cuz this man lovessSSS to pull 'harmless' pranks that drive you crazy, like right now; "Babeee, do you think the fish in the fish tank could survive if I put a sprinkleee of chilli flakes in the water?," Ran showed you the fish tank via the facetime. "Don't you dare Ran! That is MY fish so don't do this crazy shit unless you don't want me coming home again," you threatened him. "Hmmm...," he walked closer to the tank while shaking what seems like the small container of the chilli flakes you frequently use. "AHHH! ISTG DON'T!!," you screamed at him while saying profanity words. "HAHAHAHHA!!," you could see his camera shaking from his laugh, he later on flipped the camera to front facing him. "Dumbass babygirl, I would never do bad shit like that to animals you know 😔. Though I kill people on a daily basis. What kind of a maniac do you think I am? ☹️," he jutted his lower lip faking sadness. You glared at him through the screen while 'promising' that you are going to beat his ass once you come back. In the end, that promise was fulfilled by you beating his back with the frying pan he bought you on your birthday <3
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lalunanymph · 4 months
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𖨆♡𖨆 ran haitani x fem!reader, hanma shuji x fem!reader
╰┈➤ yearning for revenge after the untimely death of your father, you come to discover an underground organization called bonten and how its executive may have all the answers you need. the big catch? you were the first ever girl that broke his heart.
: ̗̀➛ explicit smut, mentions of a murder, guns, mentions of drugs, fear play, prostitution, mention of heights, daddy kink, creampie, mild exhibitionism, pet names (princess), spit kink, murder, blood, gore, torture, joint breaking, angst, mentions of a past relationship, mentions of a body disposal, slut-shaming, language, smoking, drinking, MDNI
masterlist 🌙
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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 #𝟏
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The air tonight tasted of electricity, its charge sparking in your bloodstream.
Fidgeting in your skintight dress and boots, you wondered if you were a little overdressed considering how some of the girls milled around in skirts that barely covered their asses and crop tops that were just the barest suggestion of clothes upon their frames.
The bass boosting through the floors mimicked the palpitation of your heart and you steeled yourself, looking both ways before you crossed the street.
So, this was the infamous Haitani bar that everyone from your roommate, Kira, to her pimp was talking about. You could see why it generated much intrigue.
On the outside, the facade suggested a modest office building that boasted a helipad at its very top, like a flat cap over a square head. Rumour has it that the Haitanis liked to arrive to their own bar not in cars or even limos—but through their own private helicopter which gives them discreet entrance. The top floor, especially, was a cordoned-off area where only those who had a special pass could enter.
That, or to go in disguised as one of the many prostitutes Ran and Rindou hired to keep spirits up and the booze flowing all night long.
You had to hand it to them; those Haitani brothers were exceptionally good businessmen.
Tugging the hem of your dress down, you approached the bouncer who let you through with barely a glance at your ID. You frowned inwardly; shouldn’t security here be at its maximum capacity?
After all, Ran and Rindou were two of the most important Bonten executives—a position so feared that even the most hardened pimp would shudder at the name of Japan’s most notorious criminal organisation.
Downstairs, people were packed like sardines, girls hanging off random men’s laps or dancing in groups like a shoal of fish, bait for the sharks that lurked around the rooms.
You weren’t excused from their leering stares and kept your head down, sole mission in mind. In the elevator, you called for the highest level, the numbers on the keypad blinking every time you rose one floor higher. To calm yourself for what you had to do, you reached inside your purse for the faded photograph; your father’s smile bright in the palm of your hand.
I’ll do this for you, dad, was your silent promise. The elevator dinged and you walked towards the cordoned-off bar where the crowds were nonexistent, and all that stood between you and finding Ran Haitani was one stern looking bouncer. His muscles rippled almost threateningly under his suit, staring you up and down.
“No one is allowed to enter.”
You took in a deep breath and spoke in a low, but clear voice. “Haitani-san hired me.”
The guard arched a brow. “Which Haitani?”
Somehow, it felt like a trick question and when you answered Ran, it seemed that you had failed the test.
“Mr. Haitani is not the one that deals with hookers,” he all but growled, and despite the streaks of grey in his hair and noticeable age, you sensed without a doubt that he was able to manhandle you and toss you over the balcony railing if he so wished to.
Holding your ground, you gritted your teeth and forced out: "There must be some kind of mistake. I was requested to be here.”
The guard had evidently grown tired of this back and forth; he approached you and gripped your arm tightly, pushing you towards the elevator door. “Let go of me!” Your hunch was proven right; he was incredibly strong and did not let up, not even when you dug your heels in to impede him.
“I won’t tell ya again, miss,” he growled. “Please leave before I throw you off the fucking building myself.”
“One of his clients told me to be here!" You fought back, the desperation clawing up your throat.
His scowl deepened and a vein was threatening to pop from his temple. “Last chance. You’re gonna have to leave, miss.”
You physically and literally held your ground, gripping the railing with white knuckles. “Not until I see him.”
“Miss, I won’t ask you twice—“
“What’s going on here?”
As if he had turned to jelly, the guard released you and quickly folded into a bow. “Mr. Haitani, sir—“ you didn’t hear his babbling, your mind struggling to comprehend the deepness of that voice and how it brought back a surge of memories you could not ignore.
A smug smile, long, bleached-black hair that you loved running your fingers through, nights spent raiding the closest convenience stores, an empty phone log…
“… Ran?”
A beat of silence as he took in your face before the recognition set in.
“Y/N?”
He was different—no scratch that, he didn’t even look like his old self. Gone were the twin braids and dip-dyed bleached hair. Now, he sported a full hair of light purple locks that contrasted vividly with the frown that was etched on his face and the tattoo peeking underneath the collar of an expensive suit.
Before you could open your mouth, he reached out and gripped your shoulder, steering you towards the bar’s entrance.
“She’s with me.”
“I’m so sorry, Haitani-san, I—“ the guard’s splutters were not to be heard; Ran waved him off and trailed those hardened lilac eyes onto you. The press of his palm was warm on your bare skin.
“Didn't anyone warn you that this his bar isn’t a place for girls like you?”
You were surprised to say the least. It seemed as if those five years that you spent separated from him dissolved into nothing; he still spoke to you in that same infuriating manner like you hadn’t ghosted him out of the blue—like you hadn’t broken his heart.
“Girls like me?” For your credit, you were still as argumentative as ever. As his hard gaze bore into yours, you realised some things never changed.
Ran Haitani would always treat you like you were an errant child.
“My men are armed to the teeth and you could have walked out of here with more than a bruise,” was his retort. Your indignant anger faded a little when you eyed the tasteful bar decorations. It seemed like a different world existed up here compared to the crowded dance floor below. There was no thumping music, no drugs and no sharks waiting for you to let your guard down. Rather, bossa nova jazz music filtered over the speakers; even the people here were classier than you anticipated—all suits and dresses that tastefully showed off skin.
You stuck out like a sore thumb in your black bodycon and boots, and it appears you were not the only person who was aware of it. The women eyed you up and down, though the men were more discreet. But the one thing they all had in common? The moment it registered that Ran Haitani was beside you, all their gazes fell to the floor.
He led you to the outside bar where a few people mingled around, smoking cigars and joking amongst themselves in low tones. Ran chose a table closest to the balustrades. Immediately, two well-dressed waiters arrived to wipe down the table, set down some snacks as well as a bottle of whiskey—glowing almost amber in the half-light.
That bottle alone look like it could’ve cost more than your rent.
You sat down opposite him and watched as he removed a packet of cigarettes and a metal lighter. The click of it was loud in the silence and you didn’t know what compelled you to blurt out your next sentence, but it came out without a second thought, and you had to suffer the repercussions of his disbelief.
“Your guard didn't believe me when I told him I was a prostitute."
Those impassive lilac hues flickered onto you. “What?”
As if explaining yourself to a child, you spelled it out for him. “I’m a hooker, Ran.”
For a long moment, he did not speak. He reached forward to uncap the whiskey bottle, poured himself a cup and sat back in the plush chair. There was nothing on his face that indicated any real emotion he had towards his ex-girlfriend being in an unsavoury position, nor did he make fun of you for your new occupation. All he did was frown and said: “How’d that happen? You always said you wanted to go to business school and you’re pulling this type of shit?”
Something about the way he phrased that sentence made it feel like a slap to your face. “You don’t have to sound like my dad, Haitani.”
If there was one strange power you had over the feared Haitani brother, it would be the ability to make his blood boil with just a few words. "Huh? Do you need money? Is there someone pimping you out? What’s his name?”
You hadn’t expected him to launch into his righteous anger on your behalf, and you sat back, wide-eyed.
For Ran, he was in disbelief over how you had turned out in the five short years he lost contact with you. He had always admired your vision of climbing the corporate ladder and how you had mapped out the future together with him even knowing full well the dark path he had taken to build Bonten from the ground up together with his younger brother and a few other chosen men.
But, that was when you both were still fresh-faced twenty year olds and a novice to the hardships of life. In those years when you left him, he had climbed the ranks and claimed many, many lives to do so. His blood ran dirty with all the futures he had destroyed and you…
How did you end up like this?
You were always such a sweet thing; concern for others outweighing your need for self-preservation. A girl like you did not belong on the streets and the both of you knew it.
“I work for myself, Ran,” you clarified and he had to stop himself from shivering at how his name sounded on your lips. “I choose who I work with, when and how much I charge them.”
He was still at a loss, and the glass of whiskey he had ached for the whole evening seemed like contaminated water in this instance. Ran pushed it back and raised one perfectly groomed brow.
“Why?”
You fiddled with your fingers and stared out towards the scenery. If Ran had to choose one spot he could easily lose himself in, it would be this place. Rindou’s strategic choice of a bar faced the Tokyo skyline; from his perch, he could map out the outline of the Tokyo Exchange Building, a stout cube in the heart of the city. He could trace the rail lines, the jagged edges of the district of Roppongi where he and Rindou once reigned supreme.
“I… lost my dad,” you confessed. Similarly, he found himself at a loss too for what to say, his expression carefully construed to remain neutral. “He died shortly before we broke up. I… I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t know how to say it.”
The young executive tipped his whiskey around the glass and took a drag of his cig, unable to look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he eventually said and followed up with another question which you could not easily answer.
“Is that why you dumped me?”
After five years of wondering, five years of searching out for answers and wracking his brain for something he might have done to piss you off, Ran was finally graced with the faltering of your expression.
He recalled stepping out of the elevator aching for a drink only to be confronted by the sight of someone who held the shape of you, a shape he could always easily map out even in the darkness. His heart had soared, but he tamed down the excitement, reasoning that of course it could not be you; he had done everything in his power to seek you out in those 1825 days he spent without you, where it seemed like you had dropped off the face of the earth.
Little did he know how the past could show up unannounced when one stopped searching for it. He still was not done trying to flay it apart and find out the truth.
“No, wait, scratch that,” his voice was rising in anger. “Is that why you ghosted me and blocked me on everything so I couldn’t reach out to you?”
You had always known Ran Haitani to wear his signature smirk; no matter if he was beating people up, stealing food from convenience stores or even bashing up boys taller than him with his baton; that same infuriating smile never faltered.
Until now.
Only you boasted the power to make the ever smug Ran Haitani drop his impassive facade to reveal a deep scowl. The words you practiced to explain to him all that had transpired in the past five years today seemed to elude you.
You could not reply to his interrogative questions and Ran sighed, cutting to the heart of things. “Why are you here?”
You bristled at his tone and glared towards the city view, involuntarily annoying him with your shifty reply and inability to tell him the truth.
“To enjoy the night sky.”
“No, fuck,” he gritted out and you held your breath. “Why are you really here, Y/N?”
A tremble of uncertainty passed between the both of you.
Fuck it. I'll just ask to see what his reaction is.
“I need a favour.”
Silence descended between both your tense forms. You had no idea what he was thinking or what his sudden loss of words entailed. All you sensed was that it didn’t bring you any good news.
But inwardly, you understood the gravity of what you were doing.
Picture this: you had a woman you swore to protect, to stay true to her because you both were madly in love with each other and one day, seemingly for no reason, she disappears and doesn’t pick up her phone or even answer her messages. What would you have done?
You knew, in the deepest pits of your conscience, that you were shameless; that you were nothing but a cold-hearted and calculating bitch for badgering a wounded man from your past for help when it was all your fault you turned out this way.
“A favour, eh?” He put out his cigarette and stared at you unblinkingly. “I'll give you a chance to ask it when you answer me this: How did a nice girl like you end up working the streets?"
You frowned at the accusatory tone he wore and glanced back down at your twined hands. “I…”
Your ex-boyfriend’s words were cutting you right down to the bone and you fought back the urge to cry. If it had been five long years Ran spent searching for a woman who had already lost herself, so what did he expect to find?
That you were the same girl who used to sing oldies in the middle of your shared kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt? Or, that you could coo over his wounds and patch them up, scolding him lightly to prioritise his safety?
No. That Y/N died the day you found your father in a pool of his own blood.
“I changed, Haitani.”
It seemed that Ran did not believe you. “Sure you did.”
Finally, you divulged the piece that was lingering in your mind, the final one that would give a full picture of the puzzle as to what happened in all those years you cut off contact with him.
“You would, too, if your father was murdered.”
A stifling quiet. “Huh?” Ran’s lilac eyes were piercing and all but shining with grim curiosity. “What happened?”
This was it. The final piece of the jigsaw puzzle you kept hidden from him; the pièce de résistance of how you ended up from being a good, hardworking girl to a scummy bedwarmer.
“I came back home one day after class and… our house had been broken into. H-he was in the kitchen—“ you spared the gory details and he did not press you for it. Instead, Ran lit one cigarette and passed it to you. You accepted it and breathed in the nicotine like it was fresh air, hoping that it would clear your mind.
“I'm sorry,” he said gruffly and followed your gaze towards Tokyo unfurling before your feet. You did not accept his apology, tears glimmering in your eyes from the unsuspecting pain still lingering in your soul. How you still were not over your father's death despite the years that had passed you by.
“But what I don’t get is why didn’t you tell me?”
If you could compare Ran’s anger to a flame, it would be a slow flickering light over a vat of gasoline. Sure, he was the most trigger happy brother, but he did it out of the genuine thrill of taking down his enemies—because certainty of what was black and white was always his constant companion. And in this instance, Ran did not know who was a friend or who was a foe.
“You fucking disappeared into thin air, Y/N.” A heavy disquiet fell over the both of you. “I searched for you, y’know? Thinking that it was a mistake; that you didn’t mean to leave. I wanted answers but the more I searched and dug up shit I realised something… maybe some answers just don’t want to be found.”
You took another drag of the cigarette, trying to keep the tremble out from your tone and hide your wet eyes by keeping your gaze off him. “I didn’t do it out of spite, Ran.”
“Then why’d you do it?”
That lachrymose needing to burst out into tears would not survive the truth. “I can’t answer that for now.”
Ran’s grip tightened around his glass. “So you think you can waltz in here, demanding to see me and I would give you everything you need? Stop the whole world for you again like how I used to?”
Anger flared through your chest, hot and insistent.
“Fuck—I’m not asking you to save me, Haitani! I’m just… I just wanna know…” your voice fell into a whisper and so did your hope. “I just wanna know who killed my dad and why... why’d they have to do it.”
You would have thought he would be more sympathetic, and not say, “He wasn’t a good man, Y/N. I know this because if he was, he wouldn’t have gone out that way.”
Part of you couldn’t believe he had said that, but this was Ran Haitani you were talking about; a man of rationalism and bruteness. His occupational hazard was leaving men like your poor father in that state. You pressed on.
“That’s why I needed to see you. To ask if you knew something.”
Those usual sleepy lilac eyes turned hardy like stone. “No.”
You could barely believe he was doing this, the anger coating the back of your throat. The city’s lights wavered in your periphery from your tears of desperation.
“W-what? What do you mean 'no'?”
He stood up, and people were glancing at the both of you; the crestfallen look on your face and the disproving one on his indicative of an argument. If you were in the right frame of mind, your cheeks would've warmed from how the both of you were causing a scene.
“I don’t know anything. Sorry. Can’t help you.”
Before you could hammer in your plea, he took his jacket off the chair and slung it over his arm, unable to even look at you.
“Wait—please!”
You stood up and rushed to his side, gripping his sleeve. A few women gasped at your audacity. It appeared you were gathering an even bigger audience from your stupid stunt—even the waiters carrying drinks and food paused in their tracks.
Ran ignored each of them and coolly glanced down at you with those infuriatingly beautiful eyes. He tugged his arm away and sneered down at your betrayed expression.
“Y/N, this isn’t something you want to get into.”
You grasped onto that little glimmer of truth he had unwillingly divulged, the wobble in your lower lip unmistakable.
“So, you do know something. You know who could have done this.”
Apparently, he registered his slip-up and he turned his face to glare at the ground, a mirthless chuckle leaving his lips. “I told you. I’m clueless.”
“Stop fucking treating me like a child, Ran!” Your outburst caught even you off guard and the air suddenly became stifling, despite the open sky staring down at your fury.
“You’ve always been like this! Y/N don’t do this or Y/N stop that like I’m some kind of—helpless child. I’m not, Haitani. I’ve seen shit." You were beyond desperate, trying to convince him to tell you the truth by giving up parts of your gory life for him to review.
"I’ve seen a man get shot where he stood, police dragging out mutilated bodies of the girls I work with from dumpsters—so many fucked up things. You don’t get to tell me that I can’t even know the truth when I... when I became like this just to find it!”
He did not entertain your callous words, lips pressed in a tight line.
"Sorry." At least he gave you the courtesy of a final apology before turning around to walk away.
“Haitani—“
You ran after him and gripped his arm, refusing to let him go.
In your mind, the images of your father's mangled body flashed, exacerbating your exasperation.
“Fuck!” he snarled, wrenching his arm away and staring down at you with such a virulent expression, you were almost scared if you didn't know that Ran Haitani was physically incapable of hurting you. “I’ll say this one last time, Y/N—drop this now before it’s too late.” The tension swirled around both your taut figures, taunting you with the urge to lean in and bridge the gap.
Unadulterated stubbornness clashed with the sudden gleam in his eye. You were close enough to smell the whiskey and nicotine on his breath.
Your baser instincts took over, your body trying to convince him in a way your words could not.
“Y/N—mmph.”
Your lips collided with his, hands clawed to the front of his shirt, pulling him in deeper. It wasn’t a seduction as it was a last desperate pitch to get him to listen—and the only way Ran would ever listen to you was when he was quiet. He drew you closer, one hand around your neck and the other on the small of your back. The air in the bar got thicker and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drinking the familiarity of his solid body pressed to yours. He pulled back slightly, lips swollen and shook his head, a lazy and exasperated smirk worming its way across those delectable lips.
“You’re so infuriating.” As he spoke, he found your zipper, dragging it down and you squeaked, darting your eyes towards the group of spectators who were all but gawking. Ran was brazen, but he wouldn’t be as bold to fuck you in front of a bunch of people… right?
Ran followed your line of sight and clicked his tongue, understanding your silent mortification.
“Fuck off! The bar’s closed!” he called over the easy music. As if he were a king decreeing his rigid word, the bouncers ushered the patrons away from the balcony, the lights dimmed low and even the employees were forced to leave the premises. The head guard bowed to him, closing the doors with a resolute click. Just from his bidding alone, the both of you were left alone.
Suddenly, all your bravery had dried up and you glanced down at his broad chest, unable to meet his eyes.
“Not so bold now, huh, princess?” he drawled and like a cat toying with a mouse, he cornered you against the balustrade with both arms caged around your body.
It was too quiet, the air too thick with electricity. You swallowed hard and looked up into those eyes you had found solace in so many times before your world was turned on its head. There was no denying it—you missed him with every fiber of your body and the beat of lust that had ignited from his lips on yours roared into a fire that threatened to incinerate the rest of your self-control.
“We’re alone now,” he murmured, running his nose down your neck, inhaling your light scent. “Was this your plan all along?”
“No,” the quake in your voice seemed like you were lying.
“You know I don’t like liars, Y/N,” he said, voice gravelly and deep, causing shivers to run down your spine. He was far too close, his indulgent scent of coffee, musk and tobacco was seeping into your every pore; you could not stop yourself from pitching forward and pressing your face to his neck to hide the wobble in your lower lip.
Ran sighed and irritably flicked his jacket onto the floor, the material making a heavy thud sound.
The press of his warm palms on the small of your back deteriorated the last of your hesitation.
“Ran…” you licked your dry lips, finding a shred of courage to look up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Want it.”
“Want what?” His purring deep tone made your knees weak. If it weren’t for the cool stone and his arms around you, you would’ve melted onto the ground to join his pristine jacket.
Lower lip trembling and thighs clenching, you whispered, “I want you.”
Ran’s reaction was instantaneous. He picked you up by your thighs and placed you onto the balustrade where a ten-floor drop yawned below you. Squeaking in fear, you involuntarily wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest again.
“Ran—!”
“Don’t worry, baby,” he moaned, kissing down your neck. “Ain’t gonna drop you.”
Those hot stamps in the shape of his lips were messing with your resolve and you groaned, head was thrown back, only the steel ropes of his arms and your thighs tensing around his waist anchoring you to safety. If you were a ship besieged in the middle of the storm, Ran was the roiling sea under you, ready to suck you into his depths.
“Someone can see us,” you hissed, knowing full well that if any passersby looked up, they would catch sight of two lovers on the balcony. He hummed, shaking his head with that shit-eating grin still etched across his lips.
“Baby, Rin and I own this bar. They ain’t seeing anything. ‘Sides, if they open their mouths, they won’t live to tell the tale.”
The wind whipped through your hair, stinging your eyes and you squeezed them closed, tilting your head back once he reached the valley of your breasts. Growling like a lion who had been held too long in captivity, he tugged the stretchy fabric down, exposing the lacy bra you wore to his heated stare.
“Shit,” he swore and planted more of those pussy-clenching kisses down the length of your throat.
“Ran,” you mewled, the heel of your boots digging into his lower back. Lost in his touch, you almost didn’t feel him tip you back, and you screamed once you felt the near loss of gravity, wildly scrambling to bury your white-knuckled grip in the back of his vest and hair.
“Ran!”
He secured his arms tighter around your waist, chuckling lowly into your ear. “Look at you—such a filthy little slut who wants my cock so badly she doesn’t care if she’ll fall.”
Rather than cowering in fear, his words served to heighten your arousal and you humped your drooling core across his cloth-covered bulge, trying your best to get as much friction as you could onto your aching pussy. “Oh, please,” you whimpered, pawing at his tie, removing it swiftly and throwing it down onto the cobblestone floor. Panting lightly, you managed to mutter, “N-need this.”
You hastily unbuttoned his vest to expose the crisp white dress-shirt he wore, making quick work of the first three buttons. Your mouth chartered a path from his chin to his neck, sloppily working in kisses mingled with frantic sucks of his skin, leaving reddened spots close to his gang tattoo. Trembling fingers touched the design, remembering the first day he came back home to eagerly show you the press of ink in his skin. 
We’re gonna be rich, baby.
The both of you had seemed so young back then and a part of you ached for an innocence that was gone too soon.
His low groans resonated in your ear and you squeaked again when he used one arm to hold you fast to his chest while the other wormed its way under the hem of your dress, feeling for your panties. Catching two nimble fingers on the seat of the flimsy material, you felt him twist it and before you could stop him—
Riiiip.
As if your panties were nothing more than a sugar in hot water, they disintegrated into lacy tatters on the floor.
“Those were my favourite pair,” you moaned when he returned the favour and bit down on the delicate skin behind your ear.
“Fuck—will get you new ones,” he breathed heavily, tongue tracing the shell of your sensitive lobe. “I'll get you a whole wardrobe of lacy, naughty things. You want that?”
You murmured something that sounded like yes Daddy and he grinned, already loving how easily you slipped into your submissiveness. If there was one thing Ran loved more than anything in the world, it would be to bend you over anywhere he wished—over his knee, the head of the couch, even pressing you onto the hood of his car—and take you then and there. You were always such a pliant, sweet, little thing for him, and it made his blood boil to think of how much you had denied him in these past five years.
Rough hands tugged down the cups of your lacy bra, palming the plush flesh of your breasts. “Missed these fucking tits,” he muttered lewdly and before you could chastise him, he bent his head forward, almost tilting you at a dangerous angle just to latch his mouth onto your nipple. Your heart was beating wildly, your hair flowing freely in the wind. Every stroke of his tongue on your tender buds made you moan wantonly, and all you could do was stare at that angelic face and sinful mouth working one turgid nub and then another with that maddening tongue, your nipples soon shiny with spit.
In the half-dark, the sharp points were silhouetted against the city lights obscenely. A soft hum indicated he was pleased with his handy work.
He tugged you closer to his chest and attacked your mouth, numbing your complaints with those maddening kisses. Ran held your bottom lip open with that same hand that ripped your panties and a globe of spit left his mouth and dripped onto your waiting tongue. The instruction was implicit: Swallow. You did, an obedient plaything to his wills.
“Bet you liked that, don’t you, you little slut?” he crooned and your cheeks flushed, your hand moving down to cup the front of his slacks.
“Stop teasing,” you huffed and he grinned widely.
His free hand wandered down your thigh, finding your bare pussy, gently rubbing your already soaked lips.
“Ran—!”
He sensed your hesitance to accept his ministrations when your body tensed and he pressed his forehead to yours, lilac locks tickling the bridge of your nose.
“Give in fully to me, baby.”
You didn’t answer him, on a high from how he was tracing your folds, the gentle way he dipped his index finger teasingly into your clenching hole.
“Mm, your pussy seems to want this,” in a firm but silky tone, “I know you want this.”
You did not have to answer him; your arched back and the ripple of your walls around his intrusive finger more than gave him enough of an answer. “Gonna make up for not fucking you in those five years.”
You were close to a delirious fever pitch, needing him to finally fuck you. “Ran, more—please.”
“Already begging?” He slipped another finger in, instantly finding your sweet spot and pressing down on it. Hard. “Hmm, so eager.”
You jolted as if you were touched by a live wire. “Want you!” In a softer, supplicant tone you whined, “Need you—please.”
Ran could not say no, especially when you begged so nicely. He unbuttoned his slacks and slipped his hard length out, the familiar curve, veins and head making you almost salivate with joy. In one swift thrust, he sheathed himself into your heat, the both of you moaning with relief.
He swore that you looked like a fallen angel in that moment; your flushed cheeks, wide eyes, bare tits that jiggle with every slam of his pelvis into yours, getting him to almost believe in God.
Almost.
Your eyes were closed, head lolling back and he sensed that if he let you go and you fell to your demise, you would probably die with a satisfied grin on your face. But, of course, he wouldn’t do it—Ran Haitani would be a fool to let his favorite plaything go.
“My cock got you drunk, baby?” That low, rasping voice gave you goosebumps and all you could do was mewl, hands tangling with his lilac locks, your desperate gaze pinning him to the spot with begrudging awe. Years of knowing every dip, divot and curve on your body made him keenly aware of the cues you would give off—his most favorite green light in the world, one that signaled you were close to a release.
“You gonna cum for me like this?” One hand found your clit, strumming it in time with his clean thrusts. “Gonna cream all over my cock in front of the whole city?”
“M’gonna—“ Cut off by a choking moan, all you could do was squeeze your eyes tight, only able to take this ride of your life.
The sloppy meeting of his cock in your silken walls mingled with both your harsh breathing and Ran felt that telltale stir in his balls that he was going to fucking blow his load and all you could do was take it. He didn’t care if you weren’t on birth control or if this was what you did with the filthy men that you picked up on the streets; in this instance, your pussy was his, and he would show that pretty little cunt that he alone was her master.
“Yeah? Do it.” He goaded as his thumb rubbed frantic circles on your engorged and sensitive nub. “Fucking cum for me, princess.”
You jerked in his grip like a puppet strung too tightly and lost all restraint and shame, tossing your head back with a scream of his name, the sight so fucking magnificent in the haze of the flickering lights behind you that Ran thought himself to be in love again.
Every muscle in your body seized and his most favorite ones—the walls of your pussy—practically milked him dry. Ran was not even the least bit disgruntled that he was panting like a bitch in heat, fucking the last of his cum deep into your cervix.
The both of you took a second to just breathe.
Thank fuck for the open air—the smell of sex was sure to permeate every pore of his body, just like that tantalising vanilla perfume you wore.
Ran was gentle when he brought you back to your feet, toeing the scraps of what used to be your panties into a corner. Memories of how clingy you could be after every round of sex burned through his mind and he halfway expected you to cling onto him like a sleepy koala. That assumption was dashed when you stepped away from him, tucking your tits back into your bra and lifting the straps back in place.
Despite his silent disappointment, he helped you straighten the hem of your dress and you reached out to button back his vest; a team effort at getting decent once more.
Ran sat back down onto the plush chair, and this time, you sank into his lap, uncapping the bottle of whiskey and pouring a fresh glass.
You passed him the amber liquid and he took it from you with a nod.
“You alright?”
Sheepishly, you picked up his cigarettes and lighter, taking a moment to spark the flame before touching it to the butt of your white stick, the dancing flicker imprinted in the back of his eyelids whenever he blinked.
“Yeah.”
He drank and you smoked. Ran didn’t care that his seed was seeping out and staining his slacks, nor did he care that a bit of your ash fell onto his leg. He merely brushed it aside, wishing he had the courage to mimic that same motion with a stray piece of hair kissing your forehead.
“Usually I’d charge you a hundred an hour, y’know.”
Humour. You always used a joke to deflect the seriousness of a situation.
“Tell me about your life on the streets.” It wasn’t a request, and you could hear the steel under his soft tone, this one attempt to fill in the blanks of your new life something he found himself immensely curious on.
“It’s good money,” you sighed, and took another drag, the smoke unfurling past your kiss-swollen lips. “I live just by Roppongi with another hooker. She was the one who made this lifestyle sound so glamorous.”
In a softer tone, you held a faraway look in your gaze that was trailing across the city line. “The first time I did it, I sobbed like a baby afterwards. Felt dirty. But, you eventually get used to it—the leers, the pawing. I always made them wear rubber, though, so you don’t have to worry.”
He tightened his grip on the glass and swallowed down his disapproval with another mouthful of liquor. This is not you, Y/N.
You gave him a small smile and Ran bit back the urge to taste the nicotine off your tongue. “You’re the first guy I’ve ever let raw me in a long time. Well technically, you’re still the first guy.”
He tried not to let his surprise show, preferring to huff a silent laugh. A memory of you, five years younger, head on his chest and a sleepy confession passing your lips, flashed through his mind. I know this is my first time and all… but holy shit—you blew my brains out, Haitani.
Ran sat down the glass and wrapped his arms around you, perching his pointed chin on your shoulder. “I usually don’t help hookers… but I’ll make an exception for ya.”
You stubbed out the cig onto the stone wall, dusting the ash from your fingers. “Don’t pull my leg.”
Stubborn bitch.
“Nah. I’m serious,” he said, grin growing wider at the surprise settling onto your features. “I’ll see what I can find.”
He nudged you off his lap and picked up his jacket, shaking the dirt off from the expensive material. From his pocket, he procured a stiff card. “Here’s my number. Call me if you need anything.”
You turned the square in your fingers like it was a rare diamond you were studying, eyes shining. He was about to leave you alone with your thoughts when a soft call of his name punctured through the night like the clicking of a gun.
“Ran?”
The tall, Bonten executive swiveled back to face you, and he almost wished he didn’t. If he thought you were gorgeous in the throes in your orgasm, it was nothing compared to how you were looking at him now.
Swallowing back against the panic rising in his chest, he fixed you with a neutral gaze. “Hmm?”
Your answering smile was almost tender. “Thank you.”
He swore his heart skipped a beat.
And in that instance, a single, shred of doubt blossomed in his mind as he mulled over on the thought that if helping you was the right thing to do.
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“Alright, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”
The stench of blood was thick in his nose, but Ran never took his eyes off the rivulets of red streaming into the man’s mouth. They had found him by the wharf and kidnapped him at gunpoint, bringing him down to Sanzu’s secret hideout to keep wandering eyes and ears from telling on them to Mikey. They were already in the midst of evading a drug bust and the leader of Bonten did not need this side quest to clutter his already burdened plate.
Ran had sworn them all to secrecy and here they were; Sanzu probably somewhere getting high off his fucking mind and Rindou beside him, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up and cracking his knuckles for another round.
“Wait, no—argh!”
Like breaking a biscuit in half, Rindou dislocated the man’s other finger joint, his other four twitching helplessly in abject agony. If there was one person he could trust to torture someone without spilling blood, it would his younger brother. The man spat out a globe of red and whimpered.
Well… maybe a tiny bit of blood had to be involved.
Ran’s voice was low and grim. “Answer, now. Name, location, or description.”
“I can’t tell you,” the bald-headed man gasped and flinched when Rindou bore down on him again. “Please! He’ll kill me if he finds out.”
The younger but no less feared Haitani brother wrapped two fingers around the underling's thumb. “Say, do you know what happens when you break someone’s thumb? Unlike the index or middle finger, it doesn’t heal. You know that? The ligament here—” he pressed the soft skin between the man’s index and thumb hard, his choked screams echoing across the decrepit walls. “—is all but paralysed if someone’s thumb snaps.”
Rindou shrugged and Ran had to bite back a laugh at how terrified the man looked. “Gonna be hard to explain to your boss how you can’t even shoot a Glock if you got no thumbs, huh? What are they gonna do to you—make you hold their cigarettes instead with your wrists? Kinda pathetic if you ask me.”
“No, please—”
“Last chance,” Rindou intoned in his usual bored fashion. “Name, location or description.”
The man threw his head back, his bound hands twitching, his thumb ransomed in Rindou’s unyielding grip. Eventually, he decided that the fate of his ligaments must’ve been more important; if this asshole was on his team, Ran would have shot him between the eyes with no hesitation at how easily he gave up his leader’s name.
“Kisaki Tetta.”
Fuck!
The two brothers shared a glance. You wanna do this? Rindou asked silently through a raised brow. Ran shrugged, as if to say, looks like we gotta do it, man.
Before the man could exhale in relief that his thumb was safe, Ran whipped out his gun and shot him point blank in the head. Warm flecks of blood and brain like the bursting of an overripe fruit splattered across his and Rindou’s faces. The shot echoed across the walls, the shell clattering onto the ground. The smell of smoke and blood hung in the air and Ran grunted, striding angrily towards the entrance of the warehouse, fumbling for his lighter.
“You really wanna do this?” Rindou easily caught up with his older brother, strings of blood caught in his purple mullet. He looked in a desperate need of a shower.
“I promised her, Rin.”
The younger Haitani resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Behind him, he heard Sanzu’s maniacal laughter and no doubt his superior would make sure that still-warm body would find its way down into the depths of the river; that man’s name, history and legacy wiped away together with the current. Despite his position, Bonten’s number two found extreme pleasure in cleaning up after the goriest of scenes and who was Ran to deny him his fun?
“Yeah, but she dumped you last time. You passed that?”
Ran leaned against his McLaren, a twin model of Rindou’s car but in jet black rather than muted silver. “You said it yourself—it’s all in the past.”
Rindou stole a white stick from his brother and stuck it between his teeth, grunting. “I really hope you know what you’re getting into. Kisaki’s gonna be a bitch to get through.”
Ran inhaled the curls of smoke in a rendition of a sigh. “It’s not impossible.”
“All for her, huh?”
The older Haitani narrowed his eyes and Rindou sensed when to back off. The story of his brother and his ex-girlfriend was one that he didn't have the full facts to. All he knew was that you upped and left one day and never reached out to Ran again.
Rindou snorted inwardly. As much as it hurt Ran’s ego to be left before he could do the leaving, he could see how his brother was clearly still in love with you.
Poor bastard.
“No. Her dad was a good man. I don’t know what shit he got himself in with Kisaki of all people but it wouldn’t hurt to find out more.”
Rindou stared off into the harbor, inhaling his next drag deeply. “Why?”
He had expected Ran to snort or brush him off when any mention of emotion was brought into the ring. Not to look at him with burning eyes and a hopeless sneer.
“The look on her face, man. It was like… like she didn’t have a will to live anymore. Not until she was telling me about him. Fuck, I mean… I gotta at least try.”
As much as Rindou was itching to knock some sense back into his brother, he thought about you and how you were like a rock to him all those years ago.
Once upon a time, Rindou was pretty sure that Ran was going to marry you; Bonten was a second priority to him, the first being the only woman the older Haitani had ever loved. The day you left was the day the last shred of Ran's humanity died.
After that, his brother was never the same again.
“Fuck—fine. But only because I’m actually related to you. If it was anyone else I would’ve left your ass out in the cold.”
A shadow of that lovesick grin that had been missing these past five years tugged on the corners of his lips, eliciting a sudden surge of nostalgia in the younger Haitani's chest.
“Thanks, Rin.”
Rindou rolled his eyes and stamped out his cigarette with the tip of his shoe.
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck off.”
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“So, you’re the flavour of the month.”
You turned towards the unexpected, smug voice and found a young woman with red-painted lips sneering at you.
The same bossa nova music tinkled in the background and you tightened your denim jacket around your shoulders to ward off the frostiness of her forced smile.
“Excuse me?”
“Ran Haitani—you’re trying to land him.”
That glint in her eye was familiar. This woman was jealous and rather than lashing out at your ex-boyfriend, she was egging you on. Must’ve been an ex-fling, by the looks of it. You snorted inwardly. Unlucky bitch.
“No, I’m not trying to land him at all,” you retorted mildly and resisted the urge to flip her off. “I’m just using him for sex.”
A low chuckle broke through the tension and your eyes widened at another face from your past. Sleepy lilac eyes, a languid smile and a shaggy mullet the same hue as his brother’s locks. Rindou Haitani stood before you right in the flesh.
“Damn. Good to see you still have that mouth on you, Y/N.”
You threw one last glare at that woman who had scampered away the moment a Haitani was nearby and rolled your eyes. A playful smile teased your lips; you always had a good relationship with Rindou, and though he was a year younger than you, he didn’t find the need for formalities and you admired him for that.
After all, keeping up pretenses could be exhausting.
“Nice to meet you again, Rin.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he waved off your grin with a lazy one of his own. “Cmon, Ran’s up at the deck. Heard things got a little… heated there.” He let you hit his shoulder just like old times and you chuckled at his audacity. Like older brother, like younger brother.
“Shut up, Haitani.”
He wrapped an arm around you in a familial way. “Grumpy ass bitch.”
Rindou dropped his arm the moment Ran came into view. The deck was once more empty, the patrons forbidden from entering this space now that the two owners were here and wanted their privacy.
Ran’s lilac eyes roamed across your features and he shot you a grin. “Hey. We got the info you’re searching for.”
Your heart sped up and you sank down on the plush chair where Rindou had gathered, hands laced over your lap. “You did?” Ran nodded and sat next to you, the heat of his body radiating comfort despite the tension, and if Rindou’s eyes were not on the both of you, you would have laid your head on his shoulder, if not just to feel its broad strength underneath your cheek.
“Kisaki was the one who ordered your father’s death.”
That name was unfamiliar to you; none of the other girls you worked with who serviced gang members had ever mentioned a Kisaki. Ran sensed your palpable confusion. “He runs a new organisation—Valhalla 2.0. It used to be one of the top delinquent groups years ago, together with Toman. He’s been trying to revive it back to its glory days.”
Your silence perturbed both brothers though they did not show it. They’ve both been trained for the longest of time in the art of observation to determine someone’s next move and from the look on your face, it seemed that you were steeling yourself for a hard decision. However, they didn't expect what you would say next.
“I guess I’ll have to infiltrate it.”
“It won’t be easy,” Rindou said after a moment of silence, leaning back against the chair, an edge in his dark gaze.
“You’ll have to be trained,” Ran supplied.
Another twist of your hands. “I never thought it would be. But I’ll do it—for him.” Rindou must’ve known who you were referring to, most likely hearing it from Ran, as he did not ask any further questions.
Ran was more cautious of the two brothers. “You’re gonna do this on your own?”
“I have to,” you bowed your head towards both brothers so they couldn’t see the tears coruscating in your eyes. “Thank you for your help. I am indebted to you both.” Sensing that your short time together with them was up, you stood up and meant to walk away. This was all the help you would ask from them—you couldn’t expect anything more.
Any bit of intelligence in the underground world that all three of you belonged to came with a harsh price, and you had no doubt as to how the brothers had to dirty their hands to get you this information. The last thing you wanted was to overstep on their kindness.
“Wait.”
You paused.
It was Ran who asked, “How’d you like a spot in Bonten?”
Heart in your throat, you almost thought you were hallucinating from the heights and the smoke. “Bonten?” you repeated slowly.
Ran nodded, flashing you a small smile, one that reminded you of the same sheepish grin he wore whenever he bought you your favourite flowers. “We’ll train you up, get you an entry point and then you’ll strike. Sounds fair?”
This was more than fair; Ran was literally handing you your revenge on a silver platter and you would be a fool to deny this offer.
“Deal.”
Later when you had gone back to Roppongi and it was just the two brothers and their closing bar, Rindou broached the topic with him. “So, you’re just gonna Rescue Armour your little girlfriend like Pepper Potts so she can do your dirty work?”
Ran tore his eyes away from the skyline and snorted.
“She’s not my girlfriend. And second of all, who still watches Marvel movies?”
Rindou sensed it would be useless to fight with his brother once his mind was made up and he only hoped that Mikey would turn a blind eye to this. 
Who knows? Perhaps once you infiltrated Valhalla and brought Kisaki down to the dirt where he belonged, Mikey might give them both a big enough raise to open another bar; this time one in the heart of the district they grew up in.
“Apparently not losers like you.”
Ran snorted and touched his suit pocket where his trusty baton was, much to his younger brother’s annoyance. “How’d you like the taste of steel on your ass, Rin?”
“Ew. Save that kinky shit for your girl, man.”
“She’s not my girl.” Another weak denial. Fuck, Ran was getting shittier at lying day by day; Sanzu would be disappointed in him.
“And I’m the fucking Queen of England.”
“Fuck off.”
Yup. His brother was completely and utterly whipped for you. Rindou reached out to flick Ran’s forehead, a smirk replacing his usual languid smile.
“Simp.”
a/n. feedback and comments are appreciated. even though this is a reuploaded fic lmao
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tobifuyu · 9 months
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Heatwave
RAN HAITANI x f!reader
A heatwave hits Tokyo and you have to deal with a clingy, and way too hot, Ran Haitani.
cw: nsfw, mdni, smut, fluff, vaginal sex, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, whiny ran, ran is smitten.
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Sleeping in the same bed as Ran means waking up in a furnace. Lanky body stretching over the mattress, long limbs reaching over for you the moment you try running away from the heat.
It’s almost like he can sense you’re not by his side anymore, unconsciously trying to have you back in his arms.
Tonight the air in the room is unbreathable. It’s summer, the humidity makes the city feel way hotter than it should be. You forgot to turn the ac on and the idea of getting up to look for the remote in the dark is so far out of your mind.
“Ran, baby. Let go of me,” You mumble between shallow breaths, still too groggy to care about not slurring your words. You know it’s pointless, though, Ran is never gonna hear your desperate tone unless you arouse him from his sleep.
He is a deep sleeper and he doesn’t particularly enjoy getting woken up.
You try, once again, removing yourself from his hold. It hurts you, knowing how much he likes to cuddle with you in his sleep and how inviting his hands look resting on your skin, but you can already feel the sweat wetting the back of your neck. The moment you raise his heavy arm and lift the blanket from your body, you can hear him groan.
“Mh,” he grunts at you angrily, big palm coming to rest on your hip as he grabs it to pull your frame back into his chest.
God, this annoying man-child.
If he won’t let you go, there’s no other way to go about it if not by waking him up. You really don’t want to disturb his sleep, considering the ungodly hours he does at his job and how much he cares for his beauty rest, but he’s now impeding yours. You feel like dying in this heat and your throat is getting perched as minutes go by.
You turn in his hold, now facing him, shaking his frame as you call his name once again, “Baby please, just let me go, it’s too hot.”
“No,” his answer is raspy and stubborn like the man he is, and he lowers his head to rest it on the plush of your chest as he hums happily.
You let out a sigh of defeat and bring your hands to the back of his head, running the tips of your fingers between his un-gelled short locks out of habit.
“Just know that you’ll wake up tomorrow and I’ll be dead,” you’re just kidding, but the statement makes Ran slightly release his hold on you.
“Please, don’t go,” He sleepily whispers with such vulnerability that makes your heart ache for him. You scratch the patch of skin behind his ear and make him shiver in your embrace as you bend to kiss the crown of his head.
You love this man so much, you don’t think you could ever live without him.
You leave another peck on his forehead, then another on his nose as you scoot down to his level. His handsome face is puffy from sleep, and his lavender haze is now focused on you as you move closer to kiss his soft lips.
The press of your mouths together is short and sweet as he finally awakens.
“I’m not going anywhere, just a couple centimeters away from the radiator that is your body,” you try to explain, grasping his clenched jaw between your palms.
“Can’t sleep without you near,” he states as a matter of fact.
You know that is a lie, this man could sleep anywhere and at all times, but you don’t get to protest as he reaches over once again to kiss you. His lips encase yours while his nose rubs against your own, his eyes closing to savor the moment.
You gently push him away, scolding him with your stare as you tell him he’s not being reasonable or helpful, “At least get up to turn on the ac, if you wanna hold me so bad.”
“Or you could just get naked,” he suggests, winking as a smug grin makes its way on his pretty face. You know the moment the suggestion popped up in his head, he’s already getting ideas, you can sense it in the way his fingers are now running under the hem of your sleep shirt.
“Turn the ac on. And bring me some water while you’re at it, then I might even take my clothes off. Just for you,” you try to bribe him, but can’t help hiding an amused smile.
At first you think he’s not gonna do it, but then you hear him let out a groan as he stretches his long body and leaves the bed. Out of the two, he’s the one who cherishes sleep the most, but you’re the laziest.
The beep of the ac as he turns it on and the steps he takes to the kitchen resound in the otherwise silent room as you kick the covers to the bottom of the bed. As promised, you grasp the hem of your shirt to remove it and chunk it in the direction of the sofa, waiting for the cooling air to hit your panties-covered body.
When Ran comes back in the room, you’re slipping back into a slumber, but he pats your shoulder and cradles the back of your head in his palm, raising it to help you drink the cold water you requested.
“Thank you, baby,” you pull him in by the back of his neck as he sits the glass on the nightstand, now moving over your frame as he rests on his bent elbows.
“My pleasure,” he hums, lowering himself to touch your skin with his, hips settling between your parted legs while he pecks your lips, “Mh, I see you did get naked.”
Another peck, “‘course, I keep all of my promises.”
“That’s good,” your arms are draped loosely over his broad shoulders, hands running along the skin as you drag him even closer, “Means I get to be the one making you sweat now.”
Your chuckle gets cut short by his mouth descending onto yours, this time with a purpose. His kisses start slow, lips repeatedly encasing your own, as he sucks the skin enough to make it hurt, pleasurably.
Ran’s tongue runs across the seam of your mouth which you part willingly to let him in, meeting him halfway trying to fight for dominance because you like to irk him, no matter how pointless it might be.
He lets out a moan in your mouth, liking the way you’re fighting back, and your body instantly reacts to the sound by enclosing his hips between your thighs.
Ran starts rubbing against you while his cock hardens. He can already feel how wet you are through the cloth, the both of you only clad in underwear.
“Ran-“ you whisper his name between rushed kisses and the knocking of your teeth. He recognizes the desperation in your tone and reels in it. “Sh, baby. Let’s take it slow, mh?”
He’s doing it on purpose, he likes to drive you mad as much as you do. He’s a generous lover, but does not give without a little teasing.
His lips start carefully mapping out the path that he knows oh so well down your body. He has it memorized by now, and knows where to kiss, lick and bite to make you sound just the way he craves.
Ran reaches your exposed chest, sucking the pebbled nipple in his mouth as he caresses the other breast. You arch your back and press against him. He knows not to leave any part of you unattended, Ran loves to spoil you.
That’s why he can’t bring himself to tell you no when you grip his messy hair and bring him back up for another kiss, one of your hands reaching down to snap the elastic of his boxers over his pelvis, making him flinch and the both of you let out a laugh against each others’ lips at his reaction.
You reach inside the cotton to grasp his hardened length. He’s heavy and warm in your hold, you stroke him a couple of times and feel him get stiffer. With the pad of your thumb you circle his head, “Fuck,” he hisses when you press against his silt, precome collecting on your fingertips.
He’s kissing your neck now, enjoying the slow touches on his hardness, bucking his hips against your hand when you squeeze just a little tighter, “I thought you said to take it slow?” you tease him. Sometimes he needs to get a taste of his own medicine.
He stamps a kiss on your lips, loud and wet, and doesn’t even bother replying to you as he squats between your legs before grasping the sides of your panties. He drags them down slowly, fixed on your cunt getting exposed and the strings of your wetness sticking to the lace.
Ran takes a look at you, hair messy and sprawled on the pillow, cheeks rosy and chest heaving. Your pebbled nipples and spread legs are not the only things giving away how needy you are, “Fuck, so pretty.”
He bends down and your thighs squish his head the moment he laps at your clit. You love when he dives straight in, means he can’t wait to get a taste of you, but the zero warning on his side makes you moan loudly.
You lower your gaze onto his, fixed on your reddening face to memorize every single one of your reactions as he flattens his tongue over your cunt, the tip parting your lips to collect the liquid he has been craving a taste of.
“This wet already?” he snickers as he slaps your cunt with his palm, making you jump. His fingers find their way to your opening to massage and stretch the entrance as his lips are circling your clit, sucking it into his mouth to make sure you start pleading for him.
“Ran, baby. Please, want you inside,” you’re pulling on his hair, trying to get his face away from between your legs.
He complies, your neediness starting to get to him. He would love to spend hours between your thighs as he normally does, but he also knows the both of you are too tired for that, so he makes a mental note to wake you up with his tongue in the morning.
You take off his boxers swiftly, and he lets you because he lives off that look you get when you concentrate while doing something, whatever that may be. He’s just so smitten, if you could read his mind you’d never stop making fun of him. But he doesn’t really care. Sometimes he wishes you could, just so you might finally understand the weight of what he feels. Ran has never been great at sharing his feelings.
Settling between your legs is what he does after. Usually, he lets you ride him whenever he’s too tired to put you to sleep himself, but tonight he just wants you to lay there and let him love you. It’s been a long week of grueling work and he misses you. Craves you so much that he can’t resist your whines anymore.
“You sure you can take me like this, pretty girl?”
“Mhmh, ‘m positive. I need you so bad,” His cock is big, he usually spends some time prepping you, but you seem resolute about this as you grasp the base of his length and position his tip at your entrance. Ran hisses, the feeling of your warm skin brushing his is so delicious. You’re aware of how needy Ran can get when he’s tired, unlike his usual dominant self, and you have to admit you can’t help but feel even more turned on whenever you manage to make him whine for you.
When he pushes in, your jaw goes slack, no sound is coming out of your open mouth other than the deep breaths you take to keep yourself grounded. He is girthy, the very first time you had him made you nearly give up halfway through, but you’ve gotten used to taking him, and the burning stretch is now nothing but a reassurance of what pleasure is gonna come after.
The warmth of his forehead rests on your shoulder as he heaves in your ear, eyes squeezed shut and hands holding the fat of your hips to pin you down tightly. Ran needs a second to collect himself cause if he doesn’t he’s either gonna start fucking into you before you’re ready or just come from the way you’re gripping him alone.
You’re so wet, his cock is slipping in slowly and you can feel all of him, rounded tip and the veins on his length, brushing against your walls. Ran bottoms out but doesn’t dare to move, navel pressed so tightly against yours that when you try raising your hips you have very little wiggle room.
“Ran, baby, please?” Oh, Ran is just delighted. He loves when you call him baby, makes him feel loved and cared for, especially paired with the way you’re stroking the back of his head while cradling him and softly begging for him to move. So of course he does just that, he’d do anything to please you.
The canting of his hips starts slow, the drag of his cock feels delicious inside of you, and you spread your legs wider to make him reach even deeper. “Fuck, pretty girl. You feel so fucking good. S’good.” He’s a blubbering mess, his lips are leaving wet kisses all over your neck, making you moan out when he sucks on the soft patch of skin right below your ear.
“Want me to ride you?” You ask him, not wanting to move from under the weight of his body but also needing him to feel as good and taken care of as he always makes you feel.
“No need princess,” the kisses are now dragging lower towards your chest, he bites one of your nipples between his teeth making you arch your back once again, a sign that he’s collected himself and is offended by how quickly you were ready to take over. He grasps the back of your left knee in his hand, bending the leg while opening you up to him, far more than what you’re able to stretch on your own, and you feel him brush your cervix with his leaky tip. His thrusts are now harsher, he pulls out all the way just to slam back in, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he aims for that spot inside of you, the one he loves to hit while watching down on you as he is now, resting on his bent arm.
All the confidence you were sporting a moment ago is wiped from your face in mere seconds, now replaced by your big eyes filling with tears as the pleasure knocks the breath out of you. “Mh, that’s it, there’s my good girl. Let me do all the fucking now, will you?”
His cheeks are stained red, spit-slicked lips being bitten between his pearly whites as he glances down at where the two of you are connected. “Shit, look at that.” He’s not asking, he’s ordering you and you know better than to let your eyes flutter shut.
The grasp on the back of your thigh doesn’t waver as he pulls out, his other hand fisting the base of his length as he slaps it over your clit, dragging his precome and your wetness all over the reddening skin. He’s making a show of it. “You’re making a fucking mess. S’pretty and wet, all fo’ me. Right? Say it’s all fo’ me.”
The pad of his thumb is rubbing your puffy clit as he awaits your answer, holding back from fucking you until you can’t utter a single sentence anymore, “All for you, Ran!”
“That’s right, pretty girl. This pretty pussy is all mine.”
He slips back in, the squelching sound and panting are the only things your ringing ears can process after his sentence. You’re full-on moaning now, hands holding onto his shoulders as he moves above you. His fingers grasp the back of your other knee, locking both of them in the crease of his bent arms, bending your body at an angle that makes it so easy for him to piston into you, no matter how hard your cunt is clenching down on him. The coil in your lower belly is about to snap, you can’t think straight anymore with the way his purple eyes are staring down at you under the shade of his pretty lashes. “Ra-Ran!” You whine, scratching down his back with one of your hands, sure to be drawing blood. “‘m gonna come, baby, ‘m coming.”
His left hand slithers down between your bodies as he applies pressure over your navel, pushing down with all his might as he abuses your spot from the inside, thumb reaching lower to massage your clit. “Give it to me, pretty, come all over my cock.”
His deep voice is your undoing. You come with a call of his name, tightening your grip around his neck to pull him closer to your quivering body and down for a kiss. You can barely breathe, but the way his tongue sneaks inside your mouth makes the feeling of asphyxiation even sweeter.
Your orgasm is dragged out by his unstopping thrusts, the only giveaway of him acknowledging the fact that you came is the groans and moans the lets out against your lips at the way you’re squeezing him.
“Fuck Ran, baby, too much,” You’re back to begging, but now for him to stop. You’re getting overstimulated, the coarse hair over his length is brushing against your soft spot just right. But he’s relentless and starts to get ruthless in his speed.
You know he needs to come and that he’s not gonna let himself go unless you reach your high again. That’s just how Ran is, ripping one orgasm out of you is not enough for him. It’s not only to stroke his big ego, but also cause that is his way of showing love, of putting himself out there and drilling into your head how much he wants and needs you.
“One more pretty girl, just one more.”
You could tell him that you can’t, that you’re spent, but the both of you know it would be a lie. You want it just as much as he does, and all it takes is a couple more minutes for you to get used to his thrusting again, and for the overstimulation to blend into burning pleasure.
“Oh my fucking god– Ran, fuck fuck–“ You’re swearing loudly, gripping onto his body with both your arms and legs as he fucks into you like he means it. You love the way his frame towers over you, he’s so big and the strength he puts into his thrusts is impressive, hips slamming into yours repeatedly, the pressure of your pelvises crashing into one another is just as good as the way he’s shaping your insides.
“Want you to come fo’ me, need to feel you, my love,” His fingers find your clit once again, he flicks it before rubbing against it with precision, the wetness on the skin aiding his fast movements as he takes you to your end once again. “That’s it, baby, just like that. What a fucking good girl, milk me dry.” He’s holding your chin in a firm hold with his big palm, to keep you from looking away from him as fat tears run down your pretty face.
The sight of you makes him double over, his teeth are scraping your earlobe, Ran’s warm breath hits your neck as he pants and groans. He’s so close he’s lost it, his hips are stuttering and you take matters into your own hands as you buck up into him, your walls are clenching around his length with the aftermath of your orgasm.
“Come for me, baby,” You beg him in between deep breaths, hands tangled in his short locks. You use the hold on his hair to redirect his face in front of yours, planting your lips on his and stealing the remaining of his breath away, just like he loves doing to you. “Fill me up,” you whisper against his parted mouth, an invitation he can’t help but accept as he comes while saying your name, white ropes of cum sticking to your walls and overflowing your cunt as he pushes it back in with his sensitive cock.
“‘m gonna eat it out of you in the morning,” he promises shamelessly, referring to the mess the both of you made as he squeezes your ass, and a whimper leaves your lips at the picture he just painted in your head.
He crashes over your body, kissing your collarbone as he regains his breath.
Your mind is so foggy, all you can feel, hear, smell, and taste is Ran. It’s so euphoric. His movements slow to an alt as he comes down from his high. You feel full, warm, and sweaty and for a moment you remember the reason why you even got in this predicament in the first place, but you don’t care about the temperature of the room anymore as your spent bodies stay tangled together.
“Can’t move, ‘m too tired,” he mumbles against your damp skin, lazy eyes staring up at you apologetically.
“‘s okay, baby, rest,” You lay a kiss on his forehead after brushing away the loose hair, “Thank you for turning on the ac.”
Your voice is soft, you look at him with tired eyes and the gentle rise and fall of your chest is pulling him back under. He thinks he would do anything for you if you asked him.
“Mhmh, can I stay inside?” His eyelids are fluttering closed while you nod, not ready to part from his body just yet, “You’re gonna get cold if I don’t, I know you won’t last long with the ac on and I’m not getting up again, babygirl.” You laugh at his raspy voice, maybe he’s already slipping back into dreamland if he hasn’t realized you’ve already given your consent and he’s trying to bargain for a little more of you.
“You can keep me warm, my love. Thank you.”
And Ran is gonna do just that, not only tonight but every other night for the rest of your lives. He leaves a kiss above your left breast.
“No, thank you… I love you.”
Your heart does a backflip, and you hold him closer.
“Love you more, Ran.”
You’re never gonna ask him to let go of you ever again, no matter how hot it might get.
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niko-ash · 5 months
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Desperado
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Bonten Stripper Series
Desperado- Rihanna
Ran Haitani x Fem!Stripper!Reader
2.4k words
Warnings: MDNI, NSFW Content and themes, Stripper, Cheating (from reader), pnv, fingering, oral (m receiving), car sex, semipublic sex, dirty talk, Unprotected sex (please be safe), overstimulation, daddy kink, pet names (princess, babygirl, pretty girl), strong language, size kink, breeding kink, creampie, praise kink.
SMUT under the cut, minors please leave. I’d like to apologize in advance for this being my first smut. Enjoy.
It was safe to say that stripping wasn’t your first choice to get you through paying college tuition, but it did pay and provide. Your parents had made it very clear that they would not be helping you financially after you graduated and that left you in a desperate situation after becoming a legal adult. After sharing your situation with your best friend, she was more than happy to assist in getting you both auditions at a strip club that her aunt was a house mom at. And so, started your long journey of being kicked out of your parents’ home after they discovered the source of your income. As you became more experienced as a dancer the opportunities of working at high-end clubs were endless. That’s how you and your best friend ended up working at Mari, a nightclub that brought in CEO’s, politicians and just in general, the filthy rich. You were aware of the situation were now in of course, Mari was owned and run by Kokonoi Hajime; a Bonten executive. Working for a club owned by a crime syndicate meant you could now only work at their clubs if you wanted a place of employment as a stripper. Not that you would want to quit until you had graduated of course, the money was just too good. 
You and your best friend could afford a place together, groceries, tuition, clothes and anything else your hearts desired. This was a career your boyfriend was unsure about when you first started dating but became more comfortable with your choice as you grew together. He was sweet and understanding with the fact that you would not cross the with your clients. He mainly kept in mind that his major would allow him to take care of you one day and you wouldn’t have to do this. It was a constant topic of conversation between the two of you. Stripping had started as a way to make ends meet but quickly became something you actually enjoyed doing. In all honesty you weren’t sure you wanted to quit after graduating. When you told him this it started another argument. He wanted a wife with a career, at one point in time you had also wanted that, but things change, and you were now feeling suffocated in your relationship. Currently you sat in the dressing room adjusting your makeup letting his missed calls go ignored. You needed to look like a fantasy, smudged lipstick and running mascara would get you sent home without anything. The same conversations and arguments had led you to become emotionally drained to the point you just didn’t care anymore about the relationship or fixing it. The only issue is that you didn’t want to be alone. 
Your house mom poked her head through the dressing room door to let you know it was your time to take the mainstage. The stringy black two piece left nearly nothing to the imagination as you stood up in your platform heels. An ungodly amount of glitter fell off your body with every step you took. Black guarders hugged your thighs as your stage name was called. Every night you and the rest of the girls took shifts on the main stage of the club; while one performed others would be on side stages, private rooms, the VIP lounge or on the main floor. Kokonoi was insistent that the only priority you had was to make him money and you were damn good at it. The only rule was no fucking the clients in the club, Koko had made it clear he didn’t care what or who you did outside the club just not in it. Not that the rule mattered to you, you were of course in a relationship.
Your body hit every beat of the music playing. A group of men sat in front of the stage, Kokonoi being one of them. You had seen the men with Koko many times but had never been given the opportunity to make extra money from them. Your friend and many of the other girls did but never you. One man in a suit with short purple hair had always caught your attention, you had seen him leave the club with some of the girls. You had heard things about him, the girls said he was one of the infamous Haitani brothers. Ran Haitani to be more specific and he was now your new target. You were Koko’s top earner, why didn’t he want you? By chance you caught his gaze towards the end of your time. You kept the overwhelming eye contact as you slid gracefully down the pole. He leaned over to whisper something to Koko who peered over his shoulder to you before calling the house mom over. The three of them looked in your direction once again before exchanging a few words and nods. 
His eyes never left you as you spun around on the pole, money raining down as you danced. Hips swaying to the final song until your time was called. As you exited the stage you were called to the side by your house mom.
“Haitani Ran bought a dance from you, go to room two.” She shooed you away towards the room. Peeking your head out from backstage you saw the purple haired man was gone, only leaving Koko and the other men that had accompanied him. Room two was on the other side of the of the club which meant you would have to walk across the main floor and do your best at not slipping or losing your footing in the heels that adorn your feet. The smell of alcohol and cologne filled the club, cash touched every crevice of the floor. The club constantly looked as if an ATM exploded inside. Neon lights lit the dark path towards the room where he was waiting. 
He sat in the middle of the room on a white couch, legs man spread as scrolled on his phone. Purple lowlights enhanced his features, you had to admit that he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. He only looked up from phone when you entered the room, slipping it in his pocket and giving you his full attention. Lavender eyes looked you up and down with a gaze that shot through your nerves. The room and playlist had been setup for you, a setup that you had become accustomed to. 
“Come here pretty girl.” The velvet of his voice was intoxicating, for the first time since starting your career you were nervous. With your legs on the sides on his lap, you straddled his waist with a light grind on his crotch. His hands found their rightful place on your ass the way so many others had before.  You weren’t sure how intimate he would allow you to get. You lightly pressed your hands to his chest feeling the material of his button up shirt under your skin. Allowing more of weight to press down on his clothed crotch you slowly grinded against him. A small gasp left you lips when his fingers started kneading the skin of your ass. “Tell me how a pretty girl like yourself ended up in a place like this?” His words were hot against your ear, sending chills down your spine. Ran had clearly caught your reaction and used it as a chance to pull your body flush against his with a smirk. 
“Would you believe me if I said I enjoy the line of work Mr. Haitani?” That’s exactly how you ended up in the backseat of his car after your shift was over. A bag full money and few extra stacks just to get on your knees with his length in your mouth and his fingers in-between your slick folds. It wasn’t your plan to be bent over in the back seat of his car gagging on all eight inches, it just happened, but you weren’t complaining. Tears welled in your eyes as his free pushed your head against him. His pre-cum was sweet making the desire to give him head even better. Such pretty moans came out of such a violent man. Whimpers vibrated from your mouth around his cock as his fingers hit the spongy soft spot inside you and thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You were so close, tightening around his fingers. Heat pooling in your core until you couldn’t take it anymore.       
“Fuck baby girl, you’re so tight around me. Can’t wait to feel you on my cock.” Your eyes rolled back at the words, your orgasm crashing on you. It was so much better than you imagined. Your mouth was pulled off him as he pulled hingers out of your dripping cunt. You watched as he sucked his fingers clean, you felt so empty; you needed more. Your hands stroked his cock giving you a better view of what you had just choked on. His pre-cum covering your fingers tempting you to taste it again. He was much bigger than your current boyfriend. The thought of Ran fucking you in the backseat was mouthwatering. He pulled you onto his lap, hard cock pressing against your folds as you straddled him. Hands on his bare tattooed chest that was exposed from his unbuttoned shirt to keep your balance as he ravaged your neck with open mouth kisses. His teeth nipped and bit at your soft skin, sucking on the supple flesh, finding your sweet spot before latching on. 
“Fuck Ran that feels amazing,” That comment earned a sharp smack on your ass causing you to yelp. The pain was something new that your boyfriend hadn’t been up to trying before but with Ran it got you wetter. 
“Not my name princess.” One hand kneads the skin of your ass that he just slapped while the other was wrapped around your waist holding you to him as if he was afraid, you’d change your mind and leave. You knew what he wanted you to call him, and you were more than happy to oblige. Daddy fell out of mouth which rewarded you by moving his mouth further down to your chest as he lifted your hips and aligned himself at your entrance. A gasped escaped at the sudden feeling of the tip pushing past your wet folds, slowly entering your heat. The stretch when he finally bottomed out was a new kind of full one that you hadn’t felt with your boyfriend. The same boyfriend that kept calling your phone that sat on the seat next you both. Ran didn’t have look to figure out that you were most likely being unfaithful, or at least according to Koko you had always declined advances for anything more than a private strip show. A smirk etched itself on his face as his tongue swirled around your nipple while you rocked your hips on his. His pants had pulled down just enough for you to ride him comfortably, though it wasn’t an issue since he had already undressed you.  He felt so unbelievably good inside you, so good you didn’t care if there was no condom even though you always used them.         
“He fuck you like this princess? Fuck you as good as I can?” The question with the sloshing sounds of your pussy made you blush as you continued to ride him. He stopped your movements and grabbed your jaw. You were forced to keep eye contact with him. “Asked you a question.” His thumb that helped you still found its ways to your clit once again, the pressure from his motions brought you closer. 
“No daddy,” You whined out, the feeling of your clit being stimulated made your eyes roll when combined with the rough thrust of cock kissing your cervix. He moved your hips back to their previous motion. The hand on your jaw moved to your throat, fingers squeezing the sides. Your pussy clenched him tighter than before. His moans and grunts were music to your ears. You went to shut your eyes and enjoy the feeling of your second orgasm coming closer, but he forced you to keep them open. 
“Eyes on me baby girl,” When you obeyed the order, he moved his lips to your jaw line. The words hot and heavy in your ear. “Good girl.” You were clenching just like before when the first orgasm he gave was on the verge of busting. The words cum for me pretty girl, sent you over the edge. Pretty lavender eyes stayed glued on yours as you came around him screaming the words daddy. Your pretty little expressions and sopping wet cunt were almost too much for him take. You cried out, falling into the crevice of his neck as he fucked you through the second orgasm. His thumb never let up on your clit. He was determined to pull another one out of you. His hips slammed into overstimulated cunt. “Gonna give me another one? Please pretty girl, need another one from you so badly.” And you did, not long after your second you gave him a third. 
His thrusts became sloppy and less paced than before. You knew he was getting close, and you would never forgive yourself if he pulled out. 
“Let me make this pussy mine princess?” You nodded. “Not good enough, need to hear you say it.” 
“Fuck daddy please cum in me, please fuck!” His hand was in your hair pulling your head back and his soft swollen lips were on your neck sucking on your sweet spots. You felt his length twitch inside you, hot sticky cum filling you to the brim. The sound of heavy breathing and hot pants filled the car. He was undeniably the best sex you had ever had. Steam covered the windows. After a moment he pulled out of you, leaving your pussy gaping. He had successfully wrecked you. You slid the side planting yourself on the seat next to him as you got dressed in your street clothes. Eventually you remembered to check your phone only to find 36 missed calls from your boyfriend, God knows how many texts and the time to be 4:08am. “Shit, I have to go.” You breathed out.
“You could dump him and let me take you home.” You hadn’t been expecting to hear those words from Ran’s mouth. “I could keep you up the rest of the night.” Nimble fingers button his shirt back up halfway then moved to adjust himself comfortably in his pants. “He’s clearly not fucking you right.” 
A light chuckle left your lips as you decided. It didn’t take long to agree and soon you were dumping your boyfriend. The passenger seat of his car was by far the nicest one you had ever been in. One hand on the steering wheel, one hand on your thigh, he pulled out of the parking lot of the strip club. When he took a left you quickly let him know you lived in the opposite direction.
“I know, I’m taking you to my place.” 
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manjibunny · 6 months
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Minors do not interact!
Listen, Hanma and Ran (separately) are the type of boyfriends that let you take care of their nails. They'd watch you cut their nails as you talk about your day, maybe even ranting about that one coworker that you hate. Gosh, they love to gossip to you about their gangs, too, while you paint their nails for them. Once you're finished, you're getting the sweetest kiss to reward you for your efforts.
But little did you know that the true reward would be a few nights later, when their nails have no rough edges from the cutting, the polish still beautifully intact.
They'd pin you against the bed as they kiss your neck, savoring your cute moans and the smell of your perfume. They'd tease your throbbing clit over your panties. As they graze over the thin fabric, they feel a wet spot forming from your arousal.
"Aw, my baby wants me, huh? You've been so good to me lately, I think you deserve to be rewarded ♡"
They'd push your panties to the side and gently slide in their ringfinger into your sobbing pussy. Their long finger has no issue with finding your g spot. You'd gasp as they'd add another finger, already feeling so deliciously full from just two fingers inside. Their thumb would soon find its way to your clit, giving your poor unattended clit some attention as their middle and ring finger bullied your insides.
"My sweet lil thing, cum for me. C'mon baby, I know you wanna cum" They'd muse into your ear, gently biting on your ear shell. The affirmation was all you needed, you let go as the knot in your stomach exploded. Your orgasm erupted through your whole body, your whole body shook as you felt a warm sensation wash over you. Being the attentive boyfriends they are, they'd help you ride out your orgasm, kissing your cheek as you came down.
"Good job, baby. But I think you can give me one more ♡"
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“Mistakes” with Ran Haitani prt. 3
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synopsis : just as you’re about to leave ran haitani in the past, you’re forced to come face to face with him once again.
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kakucho has his car parked outside your apartment complex. “are you sure you’re okay y/n?” he asks.
he’s been staring at you for the past five minutes and wondering to himself if you’re truly fine.
you nod your head once more. maybe seeing ran took a lot more toll on you than you thought. you didn’t even think you’d see him again after leaving him at the club.
how can this man still affect you this way? fuck. get him out of your fucking head already. don’t you remember what he did to you?
“y/n?” you turn to look at kaku, concern is written all over his face. he’s not used to seeing you like this, he usually sees you with a bright smile on your face whenever you’re working with him.
you blankly stare back at kakucho, has he always been this sweet? has he always been this.. pretty?
he’s about to say something but you quickly cut him off, you push yourself on him and crashed your lips against his. it doesn’t take long for him to sync his lips back with you, his larger hands travel to your waist.
you can feel his heart throbbing so why is yours so still? you’re making out with such an amazing guy— someone who didn’t fuck you to get back at his girlfriend, who didn’t absolutely rip out your heart and has always been honest with you but your mind is on ran? you’re still on him?
stop thinking about ran. stop thinking about ran.
“you wanna do it here?” he rasps, inbetween your hot kiss. you pull back, “actually.. do you want to come inside?” he caresses your cheek and gives you another one of his swoon worthy smile. “whatever you want me to do.”
taking his words as a green light, you and kakucho head up to your apartment floor.
as soon as you’re both in the room, he has you pinned against the wall, grabs hold of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
you’re not completely sure if he actually wants it, but you need it.
you fiddle with kakucho’s belt buckle, “please- please fuck me.” you beg. “fuck..” he curses under his breath.
he keeps his lips locked with yours while his hands roam underneath your skirt, without warning he tears the material apart— exposing your already wet heat.
“you’re not gonna wake up and regret this in the morning are you?” he whispers as he moves down and begins to suck your lonely neck. “n-no..” you lied. right now, you just want to get rid of your thoughts about ran.
you finally manage to pull out kakucho’s hardened cock, it’s.. big. really fucking big. you’re almost scared to take it, but not enough to stop this. he reaches down and grabs hold of his aching cock and slowly shoves it into you.
you cling onto his shoulders and shut your eyes tight as he starts to rut into your pussy. holy shit. it’s been so goddamn long since you’ve had sex.
“shit! h-harder!” you moaned, music to his fucking ears.
he moves his left hand behind your head to keep it from hitting the wall.
he’s such a big guy that he’s able to keep you up against the wall with his other hand as he’s thrusting up into your pussy. harder. that’s how you want it right?
kakucho pumps into you with all his might until your walls clenched around his cock, he curses as he squeezed his eyes shut. his arm that’s around you gets real tight, you’re sure that it’ll leave a mark. “w-where do you hah- shit! fuck- want me to cum?”
“inside! please- please cum inside!”
that’s when he lets himself release everything you’ve worked up for him as you cum with him. it’s not like you’re worried, you’re on the pill anyways.
kakucho gently puts you back down, zipping his pants back up and fastens his belt back on. the aftermath of sex hits you right after and for some deranged reason you felt like you were cheating on ran.
you try to walk but your legs fail you, he puts his arms around you to keep you from falling. “you okay?”
“yeah, i’m fine— it just hurts a little.”
he’s genuinely worried, he didn’t mean to hurt you so he lifts you back up into his arms. “w-what’re you doing?”
“where’s the bathroom?” he says. you point him in the right direction, he carries your sore body over to your bathroom and carefully places you into the tub. “i can stay here if you want me to, otherwise i’ll wait outside until you’re ready.”
this man makes your heart skip several fucking beats, he’s so damn sweet that you feel guilty about throwing yourself on him not knowing if he even wanted to have sex with you but right now.. in this very moment, you want to cry, you want to pour your heart out in front of him and tell him all your secrets. you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t realise tears have already streamed down your cheeks and it’s all because you fell for the wrong guy.
you don’t have to tell kakucho anything, he already knows. the way you acted around that other man, well, he took a guess that the two of you had history.
it’s the main reason why he asked you to make sure you don’t regret anything in the morning before fucking you.
kakucho kind of figured you may have only fucked him to relieve some stress but he’s not worried about that.
sure, you’ve only got to talking more with him these past couple of days and whatever history you have with that guy, he doesn’t want to know. all he wants now is you and he’ll make sure he gets you.
you let kakucho stay the night with you, he was attentive towards you through the night until you woke up to find him not in bed with you.
you groaned as you take the pillow from underneath your head and smashed it against your face. “you’re so stupid y/n! you don’t ever fucking learn from your mistakes!” your screams are muffled by the soft surface.
“you okay over there?”
you slowly remove the pillow off your face to find kakucho holding a plate in his hand. he doesn’t even have a fucking shirt on.. what’s he trying to pull?
“i.. i thought you left.” you nervously replied. he chuckled softly. “no, just made breakfast.”
“i thought you might be hungry.” he says, your face warms up when he moves to sit awfully close to you.
“thank you..” you say as you sit up from bed. “have you already eaten?” you ask, trying to avert your eyes away from his fucking toned abs.
“nah.” he replied. “i have to leave soon, i have a morning shift today.”
you nod your head. did he really wake up early just to prepare breakfast for you because he needed to work later? oh, he’s soo..
“how are your legs?” he asked. you blush even harder when you’re reminded of what happened last night.
“i-it’s fine..”
“glad to hear it.” he grinned. he leans forward and plants a gentle kiss against your forehead before pulling back. he finds it so cute at how pink your face is. “well, i’ll take my leave now. i’ll see you at work.”
you’re left there dumbfounded, you hear him collect his things and leave your apartment but you’re still in the same position.
you laid back down onto the bed, just staring up at the ceiling and you let your mind wonder off.
your front door opens again and you tense up thinking that it was kakucho coming back— maybe he forgot something but instead your best friend bursts through your bedroom door.
“did i just see a guy leave your apartment?!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. it’s way too fucking early for this. “why’re you here? you could’ve called me.” you groaned.
“uhh.. can i not come to my best friend’s house?? and don’t divert the question y/n.” she says, plopping herself onto your bed. “did you fuck him?? wait- doesn’t he work with you??”
you go silent but that’s all she needed from you to answer her question. she grabbed hold of your shoulders and shakes you. your head bobs back and forth like a goddamn bobblehead doll. “tell. me. everything!!”
“can i tell you after i’ve showered?” you get up from bed and as you leave, she slaps your butt hard. “yeah, go. you actually reek of dick!”
you roll your eyes at her remark, you know she’s only joking around with you and besides you took a bath last night but it’s just the way she teases you.
after your shower, you walked into the living room to your best friend grinning back at you. “sooo?”
you sighed. “yes, we did have sex.” you were really hoping to avoid talking about this at the moment since you, yourself, is still trying to process everything but knowing her, she wouldn’t leave you alone until you spilled all the details to her.
she blinks twice before literally screaming her head off, sheesh, you quickly cover your ears before it has the chance to explode.
“i’m so fucking proud of you!”
“you’re proud of me for having sex?”
she slapped the side of your arm and you winced in pain as you rub the sore area. “no, silly. for getting over that haitani asshole.”
you remain silent and this caught her attention right away, she tilts her head to side as her brows knit together. “you are over him right?”
you turn your head away in shame, i mean it’s kind of true but at the same time you didn’t fuck kakucho because you were over ran.
“actually, i kind of saw him last night. kakucho drove me home and i don’t know.. i was so in shock from seeing ran that i-”
“shut the fuck up!” she shoves you away. “wait! wait! wait! are you trying to make him your rebound?”
“what?! of course not!” you wave your hands in a frenzy, you don’t want her to get the wrong idea. “he was actually.. really sweet to me and he made me feel so safe.”
“ohhh. so, do you like this guy?” she questioned you and crossed her arms over her chest as she stares you down. it actually terrifies you when she gets serious.
“i-i’m not sure. i haven’t really thought about it?”
“well, you better think fast. he doesn’t seem like the tap and gap type.”
she makes a good point and kakucho’s the kind of guy you’ve never had the pleasure of meeting. you only just hope that, now, after having sex with him things won’t be too awkward at work.
a week’s past by like nothing since the night you slept with kakucho. his demeanour never changed towards you. he still gives you food when you’ve forgotten to bring something, he still opens the door for you, he still checks up on you, he hasn’t once made it even the slightest bit awkward between the two of you and honestly, getting closer to him has been distracting you from thinking about ran.
your obsession with ran haitani should’ve ended at the club, well, it should’ve really ended when you found out he was cheating on his girlfriend with you but if it didn’t, you’re slowly starting to think that you’re finally free from loving someone who never loved you back.
another day, another shift with kakucho, you’re both on break and he’s sitting across from you. he’s on his phone, texting someone for the past five minutes now.
his brows are scrunched up together and he looks like he’s stressing out over whoever was texting him— it’s starting to worry you.
“such a pain.” he sighed, almost throwing his phone back on the table. “what’s wrong?”
“it’s my sister.”
since when did he have a sister?
“is everything okay?”
“she’s been begging me to go to this party later, i can’t go since i’m working tonight and she doesn’t know how to drive.”
you think to yourself for a minute, “why don’t i just take her? i don’t have any plans tonight.”
“i thought you didn’t like big crowds.” you laughed off his comment and he thinks it’s so adorable. “i don’t.. but if she really needs someone to drive her, i’d be happy to.”
“thanks, i really appreciate it. i’ll give her a call now and let her know.”
>>
ran feels lost without you, he doesn’t want to be dramatic or anything but it’s like he’s walking through a forest with no lanterns to guide him.
he promised himself that he’ll wait and he’ll let you get back at him but he swears if he has to witness you being too close to another guy again he’ll go insane. he just wants the girl that was so obsessed with him back.
he’s still thinking about the last time he saw you. who was that guy that came running after you anyway? what’s his relationship with you? more importantly, why are you with another fucking man that isn’t him?
he shows up at rin’s door, the door opens and the younger haitani looks his brother up and down. “wow, aniki. you look like shit.”
ran rolls his eyes, “thanks.” he pushed past his brother and makes himself comfortable on rindou’s couch.
rin still hasn’t told his brother that he went to pay you a visit awhile ago, it’s mostly because of his own selfish reasons and one of them being he simply wanted to see you.
“how long are you going to stay like this?” rin asks. he takes a seat next to his big brother. “why don’t you just talk to her?”
ran looks back at him like he’s stupid. “you don’t think i’ve tried?”
“clearly, not hard enough.”
the older haitani leans back on the couch and covers his face with his arm. he’s not in the mood for rindou’s shit right now. “you’re not helping me at all.”
“how am i supposed to help you when you won’t even admit your feelings for y/n?”
ran removed his arm away from his eyes to stare at his brother, what did he just say? he’s never once mentioned any sort of ‘feelings’ for you to rindou. the best rin’s ever gotten out of ran is the guilt he felt after realising how much he had hurt you for using you.
“what makes you think i have feelings for her?”
now, rin wants to laugh. “alright, so let me get this straight. you’re not in love with her, you don’t like her but you desperately need her back? are you fucking with me right now?”
“you could’ve worded that better.” ran muttered.
“dude, she liked you since high school. if you were gonna end up fucking her anyway then why didn’t you do it before?”
“i don’t fucking know rin, she wasn’t my type back then.”
rin cocked a brow at his brother. “why, because she wasn’t a whore like all the other girls you slept with?”
ran bites back. “what the fuck is wrong with you? why do you get so offensive when you bring up her name?”
because you don’t deserve her asshole, rin thinks to himself.
ran’s on the verge of becoming jealous at how his own brother talks about you. he knows you knew rin first, you were friends with him but it’s been so many years since then that he feels like rin has no right to defend you this way.
“you’re so full of shit bro. y/n was every guy’s type in school. you just didn’t let yourself fall for her because you knew you’d fuck her life up.”
ran can deny it all he wants and put on this big tough guy act but rindou can see straight through his brother.
ran frustratedly groaned. “don’t you have a fucking party tonight? why don’t you focus more on that instead of pestering me about y/n.”
rin shrugged the conversation off, for now. he’s fully aware of how his brother can get sometimes, especially if it’s about you.
>>
you had picked kakucho’s sister up after your shift, it’s already getting dark and throughout the drive she had barely spoken to you, it seems like she’s a very reserved person, you didn’t mind it though but now.. you’re alone in someone else’s house and there’s not a single person that you know here.
you decided to head outside for a bit, mainly just to try and find kakucho’s sister, you did come here with her and you’re beginning to regret letting her out of your sight.
you’re not all that great being around people you don’t know. why did you even come here? was it just because you wanted to help out kakucho? it makes sense since he’s always helping you out with anything you need.
the outside of this house is so big, you fear you’re starting to get lost. you’re just about the turn the corner but you stop in your tracks when you hear two people talking amongst themselves, a man and a woman’s voice. you peak your head out just a little bit to see what’s going on.
“i don’t give a fuck about the bitch you slept with. we’ve both done fucked up things but we can fix this!”
hold on. you squint your eyes to get a better look at the back of the woman’s head, isn’t that kakucho’s sister?
.. and ran???
what the fuck is he doing here..?
you watched her wrap her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest. “please, i miss you. i know we can work out our differences.”
you turn back around and rushed back into the house. holy shit! holy shit! holy shit!
it was her?? she was ran’s girlfriend?? the one he cheated on with you?? you want to physically vomit.
you’re about to grab your keys and ditch this entire scene but then you remember kakucho.. what would he say if you just left her here? you’re the one who offered her a ride. fuck!
no matter how terrible, how sick or how guilty you feel about learning that the guy you’re getting close to has a sister that was cheated on with you— you just can’t leave her here all by herself.
feeling like absolute fucking shit. you drown yourself in alcohol the whole night, wanting to forget about everything and eventually you were so drunk out of your mind that you started to become more extroverted.
alcohol does this to you, normally you’re just a quiet girl but when you drink you don’t think and apparently being drunk makes you the life of the party as more people began to talk to you, even though your vocab was so limited due to all the booze.
>>
“oi. there’s a girl passed out on your couch.” one of rindou’s friends says. rin groans in frustration, it’s a drinking party not a slumber party.
he’s so ready to throw whoever it was out but when he enters the living room and sees you, he pauses. y/n? how did he not have a single clue you were here? who would’ve invited you here anyway?
“should i wake her up?” his friend asks. “no, i got it.” he replied.
he walked over to you, curls his arms under you and carefully lifts you up as he makes his way upstairs.
he doesn’t take you to any of the guest rooms since he knew they’d be occupied by some weird fucks so instead he carried you to his own bedroom. the only place in the house that’s off limits when he throws these kind of parties.
he lays you onto his bed, you groan in your sleep and turned over. he snickered. how fucking cute. this takes him back to all the times rindou had to take care of you when you blacked out from drinking during your high school days, illegal drinking.
rindou sits on the bed, he examines your features and for some reason, he feels hurt. he used to hate seeing you in such a vulnerable state and even now, he still does.
he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his heart clenched. you’re still as pretty as ever to him.
a long time ago, at one point, rindou wished it was him that you were in love with. he wished he was the one you were obsessing over, he wished you looked at him the way you looked at his older brother, he wished he didn’t have to destroy his feelings for you just so he could keep you as a friend.
why couldn’t you just have.. noticed him first? if he had confessed to you, would you have changed your mind about ran? would you have liked him instead? he doesn’t fucking know, but seeing you again like this feels like daggers are being thrown at his chest.
he stands back up, takes one more glance at you before pulling the blanket over you and quietly leaves you sleeping there.
>>
you’re woken up by an annoyingly bright light shining into the window of the bedroom, your eyes wonder around the room.. where the fuck am i?
when you finally gain your conscience back, you quickly sit up and scanned the room properly. no, seriously, where the fuck are you?
you tried to remember exactly what happened last night, where’s kakucho’s sister??
you dig through your pockets, thank the lord. you didn’t lose your phone as you unlocked it. he had messaged you already.
kaku : my sister wanted to apologize for leaving you at the party. she took a cab home and didn’t tell you.
kaku : i hope you’re okay. please, let me know when you get back home safely or if you need me to get you.
you let out a massive sigh of relief, at least she’s not hurt and made it back home in one piece. you texted him back and assured him that his sister had nothing to apologize for.
“morning.”
you flick your head up to see rindou standing in the doorway. “rin, what’re you doing here?”
he walks towards you. his hands tucked inside the pockets of his pants, as usual. “well, it is my house.”
oh.. everything from last night comes flooding back to you, from finding out ran’s girlfriend was kakucho’s sister to drinking your life away. she must’ve wanted to come here so badly because she needed to speak to ran. do the haitani brothers still live together?
“you don’t have to worry, ran doesn’t live with me.”
you simply nodded your head as you became silent. the atmosphere takes a quick turn to awkwardness.
“are you hungry?” he asks, he keeps a good distance between the two of you. “not really, just a hangover.”
“i can make you something for that.”
you take a moment to think about it, rindou’s an old childhood friend. it wouldn’t hurt, would it?
you nod your head again. “okay, sure.”
you used to be so close to rin, you can hardly remember how you both grew apart. did he just get tired of you? you were obsessing over his brother so much, maybe it annoyed him?
rindou leads you downstairs to the kitchen, the glass doors and decor all around his house honestly makes you feel so small. i guess he ended up doing quite well for himself, you wonder to yourself what rindou’s occupation was if he’s living this good.
as he’s making you some sort of tea that he swears will make your headache disappear, you stare out into the backyard through the glass doors. “you can go take a look around if you want.” he interrupted your thoughts.
“huh? oh, no- i was just admiring your.. house.”
he chuckled, handing you the cup. “what were you doing here anyways? i don’t remember seeing you on the guest list.” you rolls your eyes at his obvious playful joke. rindou misses this, he misses this ‘friendship’, he misses talking to you, he just misses you.
“i came here with a.. friend.” you replied, taking a sip from the cup. “uh huh, and where’s that friend now?”
“she went home. i don’t blame her, i got so drunk that i couldn’t even walk.”
he chuckles again, a bit more whole-heartedly this time. he wants to talk more with you, he really does but he’s still getting the vibe that you’re not all that comfortable with him yet. “well, i have to shower. when you’re done with your tea you’re free to roam around as you please.” he says and you watched him walk back upstairs.
damn. this guy really does have a fucking nice house, you get up from the stool, opened the back door to feel the sun on your face and the wind blowing through your hair.
you’re suddenly startled when you hear someone starting up a lighter on your right side, you turned your head towards them.
ran.
he’s looking back at you, a lighter in one hand and a cigarette between his fingers in the other. he takes a puff of white smoke while keeping his eyes locked on you.
didn’t rindou fucking say he lived alone?? what the actual fuck??
you quickly turn around to head back inside but his voice stopped you.
“wait.”
your hands start trembling just from hearing his voice again, your palms grow sweaty the longer you’re standing here.
do you even want to listen to him right now? you don’t owe him anything, you don’t need to obey his every word anymore. you’re about to slide the backdoor open but he grabbed your wrist just in time, forcing you to look up at him.
what does this fucker even want?? where the fuck is rindou??
you feel like you’re about to have a panic attack, it’s the kind of power ran haitani has always had over you up until a few months ago.
ran pulled you to him by your wrist, you’re forced to lean your hands against his solid chest. shit. he always smells so fucking good and you hate it.
“i don’t care how many guys you’ve been with since i last saw you y/n..”
his voice, oh, his fucking voice.
ran tightened his grip around your wrist, he pulls you even closer to him and your face flush an insane amount of pink. he caresses your cheek with his thumb.
“..but i want you back now.”
next chap.
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a//n : i apologize for taking so long to finish this!!! when i tell you i have SO MUCH shit planned for this storyline. i’ll try posting the chapters every two weeks or something from now on. as always, thank you for supporting my work ♡
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Secrets Kept From Him Series Ran Haitani x Fem Reader Chapter 2 : Uncovered Secrets chapter 1 WC: 4590+ Resident: @enchantedforest-network TW: Past relationship with Ran, Disappearing, Slight Suggestive Themes, Angst, Drinking, Suggestive Language, Secret Child He Doesn't Know About (unedited) MINOR DNI 18+ Synopsis: After running into him at the hotel, his mind begins to wonder if there is someone else. He asked you to meet him at his penthouse to talk. The conversation you have been dreading to have if you ever encounter him once again. Your reason for leaving.
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It killed you as he softly spoke those words to you knowing you could hear the aching in his voice. “I missed you too..” you couldn’t help as the words fell from your lips.
It was becoming all too much for you to handle. You wanted to break down and cry in front of him. Ran pulled back slightly he saw your eyes fill up with tears ready to be spilled at any moment. You couldn’t let him see you like this, a complete mess. You began to wipe your eyes. You need to compose yourself and get back to your table. Maybe following him was a bad idea. You were so caught up in the moment you needed to leave.  “I have to go.” you said trying to walk away but he grabbed your hand not letting it go. “She is mine…isn’t she…” he asked, looking at you. He had no doubt in his mind it was his daughter. He just wanted to hear the words come from you, wanting to hear that it was indeed his daughter. 
You nodded looking down avoiding eye contact with him. “She is Ran….” Ran took a moment before speaking he took a deep breath and said “We need to talk to you about this.” He spoke in a more concerned tone. “I can’t have you disappearing on me along with my child,” he pulled out a pen and a piece of paper jotting down some notes.You could see his jaw flexing as he was trying to calm his nerves down. “Come to this address tonight at 10:30pm…. I will have Rindou escort you to the address.” Ran said even if you thought about leaving you couldn’t know Rindou was going to wait for you. “Ran I--” as you were trying to speak he cut you off.
“I will let you go back to her now…” Ran stepped to the side with his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. “I will see you soon.” 
As he began to walk away, his expression changed; he didn't know what to think after all these years. He was torn between glad you were safe but angry to see you with a secret you kept from him. Walking into the lobby he saw Rindou. “What happened?” Rindou followed his brother outside.
As they both exited out the lobby into the brisk cold Ran pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Exhaling the smoke. “I told her to meet me at the penthouse… Can you bring her there before 10:30 pm…” he looked at his brother.
Rindous eye twitch “Look I don't want to get into your messy relationship with ______.” “I’m asking you as a favor from brother to brother… I can’t have her leaving with my kid again  who is also your niece…I need to prepare for this encounter mentally…” Ran took a inhale of the cigarette  a few mins a silence between the brothers as uber arrived a few mins later “Thank you Rin..I owe you one.” “Yeah yeah whatever.” he rolled his eyes seeing his brother get into the uber as they drove off. 
‘shit ..shit…shit.’ you were saying to yourself as you began walking away. Your heart hasn’t stopped pounding since the encounter. Making your way to the table, your aunt saw a bit of distress look on your face. She didn’t speak a word until you both went back into the room. 
Putting on a smile for your daughter as you tried to enjoy the rest of dinner with them. As you got back to  the hotel room it was getting close to her bed time. “Baby it's getting late, why don’t you get ready for bed, okay?” you looked down at her daughter. She ran to the room where she had her items. You had your hand on your hips letting out a sigh. You felt the beaming eyes of your aunt looking at you. “What happened?” She asked.
“He saw us… He knows about (D/N)” you spoke nervously as it was getting close to the time Rindou was going to meet up with you. “What did he say?” she asked “he must have said something to you to make you jittery.” “He wants to talk, I know what he wants to talk about.”  You sighed “Well he has every right to know why you left and didn’t tell him about the baby.” her arms crossed against her chest. 
“But aunty I-“ you tried to talk but one of her hands halted your talking. 
“I don’t wanna hear it.. This was bound to happen…if you were so worried you wouldn’t have moved back here. Like I told you when you just had D/N…if you planned on staying away you should have stood back in America and not come back to Tokyo…. Either he is gonna want to get to know her or not it will be up to him. If he does, you will need to work something out with him. You also have to understand if he is with someone else you will have to accept whether you like it or not.” 
She was right. You knew the risk factors of coming back and you needed to accept them. Even if he was with someone else you would  have to not let it interfere if he wanted to be apart of her life.  “I get it… You're right…it’s just….” You couldn't finished sentence because you didn’t know how you felt about Ran right now. You switched your question. “Can you watch D/N?”
“Of course… Why don’t you go see her before you leave okay?” Your aunt spoke calmly. You nodded as you walked to the room. Your daughter was in her nightgown and she was in the large bed. “You look all cozy in that big bed.” you teased her. “Mommy are you going to come to bed now?” your daughter asked. “I’m actually going to go somewhere but I will be back before you wake up, your aunty is going to stay with you till I get back.”  Sitting on the edge of the bed as you ran her fingers through her hair. “Where are you going?” she asked as she held her stuffed lamb.
‘I’m going to meet you dad…’ you wanted to say but you couldn’t. “Just an old friend of mommy’s.” putting a smile on your showing her not to worry you were gonna be okay. “Sweetie.” you cupped her cheeks. “Mommy loves you very much.” giving her the eskimo kisses. “I know mommy I love you a whole bunch too!” she cupped your cheeks back making your slightly giggle. “Get some rest sweetheart.” you kissed her forehead. After tucking her in you grabbed your purse and phone. You exited out of the hotel room entering into the elevator. As the elevator stopped at the lobby, your heart was pounding as you stepped out of the elevator.  “Oi ______.” you heard Rindou’s voice with the familiar unfazed look on his face
‘Geez did they both go through a phase of changing their styles?’ you thought to yourself. Walking towards him. “Rindou, it's been a while.” “Well that's what happens when you disappear for 5 years and you don’t see the people you're used to seeing on a daily basis…” Rindou still with the familiar sarcastic tone as always. 
‘Smartass as always… I guess some things never change….’ you thought to yourself. “Right…right.” you spoke in a low tone. 
“Follow me, the vale is getting the car already.” Rindou began to walk towards the exit, you followed behind him closely. You could tell he didn’t want to be bothered with his brother's love life. You always maintained a good relationship with him because of when you and Ran were dating. But he was doing this for him, and yet if the little girl he saw was his niece he had to compromise. Getting into the car it was awkwardly silent for you both. 
Your mind began to wander looking out the window. You remembered the day you gave birth to her.
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You had just given birth a few hours ago, by yourself. Your daughter was sleeping in your arms . You were exhausted mentally, physically and emotionally. You could have blamed it on the pain from labor along with the lack of sleep or just pure guilt of doing this by yourself and not having Ran apart of this journey with you. Your bottom lip quivered a bit thinking about wishing he could have been here. She was your whole world now and knowing you had to do everything you could to protect her. She was swaddled in the blanket. You could hear the soft cooing coming from her as she slept. “It's just you and me sweetie…” cradling her in her arms. Pressing your lips softly against her forehead, “I promise to protect you with my life”.
You had a knock on the door “yes?” you called out to the door. “Hello Ms. we are here to get your informations for your daughter's birth certificate.” The admins from the hospital spoke. She was gathering the information from you. “What would be the last name?” she asked.
“Haitani…” you spoke.
“Do you want to add a father on the birth certificate?” “Just curious if I do put his name down will there be any chance of him knowing unless I tell him?” you asked The admin responded “you can always add him but you have no legal obligation to let him know you can always keep to yourself unless you want to collect child support.” “No no I don’t want to do that to him...I would like to add him to her birth certificate.” “What's the fathers name?” “Ran… Haitani.” as you said his name you looked down at your daughter.
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Rindou was curious about the little girls that had the strong Haitani genes. “What's her name?” his eyes were on the road. “Her name is D/n Haitani.” you spoke in a low tone. The moment hearing his niece's name and her having the last name of him and his brother made him feel relieved yet bothersome. He knew his brother wanted a family, specifically a family with you the moment things became serious in your relationship. Ran had all these ideas planning out his future. Rindou heard every part of it to the point he was becoming annoyed with his brother. But seeing how it made him happy he just listened. When you left all those ideas vanished. His brother wasn’t the same after you left. The amount of blood shed to the extreme over killing someone. ‘Get the fuck a hold of yourself. She is not coming back, she is gone.’  he remembered telling his brother this and something inside Ran made him feel numb. “I want you to know something before seeing Ran…” Rindou gave you a side glance before returning his eyes back to the road. “He has changed since you left…Don’t think he is this sweet guy you knew from the past… Understand he had a difficult time adjusting when you left…” “Rin, look I’m not trying to get back with him. He was the one who wanted to meet up okay?” you spoke to him a bit snippy. Realizing how you must have sounded when he was just telling you information. “I’m sorry I just… I’m nervous, okay I hadn’t seen you brother in a long time. And we are in this predicament right now.. I'm sorry you got dragged into this.” The rest of the car ride was silent until you arrived at the building. “He is on the top floor, the door is down all the way to the left.” He parked the car. When you were getting out Rindou spoke “_____ sorry for earlier…“ he finally made eye contact with you. “It’s okay… I know you care about Ran, you guys are all you have... Thank you for bringing me.” you gave him a soft smile before got out of the car and began to walk into the building.
Ran was looking at his watch and it read  10:25pm. His brother texted him about 10 mins ago saying he dropped you off. He would have thought you would have been up by now. He decided to check and  see if you got lost. When opening the large door he saw you. You were standing there for a good 5 mins anxious to knock on the door. “Did you forget how to knock?” he asked raising his brow.
“Oh um no I just…” your voice trailed off you began to rub her arm. 
“Come in.” he opened the door wider to his penthouse. Walking in your heart was pounding once again. You were trying to control your breathing. Hearing the door closed Ran could tell the anxiety was spilling from you, your eyes avoided his. “Did you want something to drink?” “No it's okay..” your eyes wanted to wander the large penthouse filled with extravagant items. Ran still poured you a drink knowing you needed to relax your nerves a bit in order for you to talk. Bringing the drink towards your way “Here take a seat…” He took a seat at the end of the couch while you sat at the other side. He began to unloosen his tie and unbutton the first two buttons to get more comfortable. You noticed the small hickey that appeared on his neck you didn’t see earlier as it was covered by the collar. Ran noticed you looking at his neck. The intimate moment between him and Ms. Yamaguchi prior to him seeing you. “I think it's time we talk about what happened. But first, what's my little girl's name?” he brought his drink to his lips as he made eye contact with you as he took a drink.
“Her name is D/N… D/n Haitani.” you said. 
He nodded at her name “you gave her my last name… I would have expected you to give her your last name since you left.” “I thought about it but I decided to give her your last name. You are your father.” you looked at your drink swirling it.
He let out a sarcastical chuckle “How kind of you…You gave her my last name but didn’t tell me about my daughter.. Better yet you weren’t planning on telling me it just happened I was there and that’s when I saw you both…” Ran spoke calmly yet you could hear the slight disappointment in his tone. “How old is she?” he asked.
“She is gonna be 5 in two weeks.” you went into your purse pulling her a photo of her. You handed it to Ran. 
Ran looked at the photo of the smiling little girl. His heart dropped seeing how beautiful she was seeing all the features and how strong his genes truly were. “My little girl.” it was hurting him more. This wasn't what he had envisioned in his life. “I missed close to 5 years of her life and her not getting to know her father. Is that fair to her or me?” his smile disappeared. “Ran I get what I did wrong okay?  I’m sorry if that’s what you wanted to hear. I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about D/n." You were becoming a bit upset and defensive.
He slightly shook his head. “You don’t get it…You promised to be by my side… and then you were gone.. You broke that promise to me ______…You left while I was gone from our home we shared. Only taking a few items and you up and disappeared on me…Why? Why did you leave someone you supposedly loved?” You stood quiet…. You could hear the bothersome tone in his voice, something you weren’t used to. “I had to do what I thought was best for my daughter…even if it meant leaving someone I deeply loved to protect her. ” you furrowed your brows. 
“Are you saying I wouldn’t have protected you or my daughter?” Ran asked, putting the glass down. He sat closer to the edge of the couch, his feet flat on the ground, his hands clasping between his thighs. He turned his head slightly looking at you. He was slightly offended by your words, he assumed you thought he wouldn’t have fulfilled his duties on protecting you both.
“Ran just listen okay? I brought it up to you many times about how I worried about you. You always seemed to not take my concerns so seriously. Did you ever consider what it made me feel, what you did for a living at the time and how I worried about your safety.” you took a deep breath closing you eyes, you had a crackle in your voice and needed to calm down before you spoke again. “What would have happened when someone wanted revenge because of someone you killed? They would have gone after your loved ones. Me or your daughter. You think those sons of a bitches would have given a damn gunning one of us down. What would have happened if that happened huh? It would have hurt you way more than this…. I couldn’t risk my life or your daughter's life…I understood when being with you and what kinda business you were in but it changed when I became pregnant Ran…” your emotions were coming out a bit more. “ I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I did but understand where I’m coming at the time your girlfriend was carrying your baby…Every single night I was anxious about getting a call from someone saying you were dead because of a bad deal.” Ran remembered you constantly bringing up to him about how you worried about him. Just the last time you worried about him, you were attending to his wounds. He didn’t want you worrying about him at the time. Sometimes he slipped up. “I would have made sure nothing would have happened to you both. I would have protected you both with my life… But I guess you made that choice without talking to me.” Ran could understand your worries but you had to see if from his point of view you didn't have to leave the way you did. “The woman that you're with, who is she?” “My mothers sister… Her and my mother have not been on great terms since I was young. But my mom made a point for me to get to know her. My mother just found out about the D/n she was upset not knowing about her granddaughter.” you place the glass down knowing that was another issue you had to deal with that didn’t involve him. “Ran look…I won’t force you to see D/n if you don’t want to… I get it…I decided to have her she is my responsibility” “What makes you think I wouldn’t want to know my own daughter? You didn’t give me that choice...” he sighed it
You nodded “If you want to see her, we can make an arrangement for you to meet her… It's going to be a new experience for you both and I think it should be taken slow..She is a rather bashful child when you first meet her. She may not open up right away.”
“I see… When do you want to make this arrangement?” he asked.
“We will arrive at the new house tomorrow. You can come over tomorrow and meet her if you want.”  offering him the day.
“I can make that work…” he said. After going over the rest of the detailed planning with Ran he was curious about a few more things. He was used to holding you close to him exchanging kisses between one another. Just seeing how reserved you were right now he couldn't help but ask, “Did you find someone else when you left?” 
“I didn’t have time to date while raising a child. I can see you kept yourself busy though.” you looked at the hickey on his neck once again finishing the last of your drink. Looking at it was bothering you, seeing how fresh it was too. 
“Well this is how you wanted it.” Ran came back with a quick response. “You right, maybe I will have enough time to do that now since I’m here.” you looked at the time on your phone then back at him. 
Ran smirked “right right…” he didn’t find your response amusing. But he couldn’t say anything since you both aren’t together. At one point maybe there was just that small part of him that wanted to grab you and pull you in for a kiss. Yet he couldn’t do it with everything going on and how rocky you both were with one another you both needed time to process this. 
“I should get going. It's getting late and I will see you tomorrow.” You got up from the couch. You began walking to the door. Ran got up right behind you following you to the door, before your hand reaches the door knob. He reached it first, opening the door for you. So many things he wished he could do right now but he was hurt. One of them was to bring you back into his home and not let you go. But seeing how you were reacting to the hickey on his neck it wouldn’t have been a good idea. He still found you attractive and for him to have you as the mother of his child.
“_______” he walked you to the elevator pushing the button.
You looked at him. “Yea?” 
“What does she like?” he asked.
“She likes tea parties, flowers, and dressing up. A typical 4 year old going on 5.” you smiled He had a small smile “I’ll see you both tomorrow.” “See ya tomorrow… also make sure you cover that up before you get there” you pointed to your neck  mimicking the hickey on his. The elevator door opened as you were pressing the button for the lobby. 
Before the door could close Ran kept the door “Is that jealousy I smell on you?” His voice was smooth. 
“Don’t flatter yourself…” you sighed, you wouldn’t admit your jealousy about it. But you couldn’t tell him what not to do, since he was technically a single man. Who had hoes in different area codes. On the other hand you were a single woman and he couldn’t tell you what you couldn’t do either. “I don’t want D/n to ask about it when she meets you tomorrow. I mean you're all about making good impressions right?” His hand released the door, he knew it bothered you. You could be read as an open book by him but it also went the same way around. You knew him like the back of your hand. There were a lot of unsaid things you both didn’t say to one another as you both looked into one another's eyes. There was that gleam of loneliness in his violet eyes because he would be alone once again when you left. Nothing could come out of either of your mouths as the elevator closed and Ran gave you a small smile. “Till tomorrow.” 
You had a small smile,  as the elevator door closed. You were trying to process everything that happened. Your hands ran through your hair taking a deep breath. Memories of you and Ran when you both were together were hitting you all at once. You needed to keep it together till you got back to the hotel. The car ride with Rindou back to the hotel was silent until he said “Ran is going to meet D/n?”
Nodding at his question “yeah he is going to meet her tomorrow. You will meet her soon too.”  you gave a grimace smile. Rindou  analyzed your tone and expression, he knew there was a part of guilt eating you up, along with a mixture of still having feelings for Ran. It was painfully obvious to him. This was between you and Ran with all the underlying feelings for one another he couldn’t get involved in that part. Still he was wondering if his brother would still see the different women he grew accustomed to over the years or if that would stop and possibly rekindle the old flame.  
Arriving back at the hotel “Thank you for the ride Rin.” 
“Your welcome… I’ll see you around.” He spoke. Rindou watches as you enter the hotel. Taking a deep breath he drove off to his place for the night.
Getting into the hotel room. Your aunt was still up at 12:35am. “I’m sorry I got back so late, how was everything?” You asked her. 
“Everything was fine. She was asleep when you left… How did it go?” She asked. 
“He is going to meet her tomorrow…” you looked down picking your nail. 
She lightly smacked your hand “relax okay? I know it’s different but at least you will have some help with her father being in the picture. A little girl should know her father.” 
“Yea…” you wanted to change the subject “did you want to stay here tonight or I can have a taxi take you home?” 
“I’d rather sleep in my own bed,” she said. After about 15 mins the taxi was down stairs. You both said goodbye to one another as she left the hotel room. 
Sitting on the couch, it finally hit you that he was going to meet his daughter tomorrow. The thoughts of what ‘if you didn’t leave’ filled your mind, would you both be married?  Have more kids? Would you both be living the life you dreamt off? You kept thinking of the hurt expression on his face of how much he has missed his daughter, growing up without him knowing. The tears from your eyes  fell to your cheeks, as you began to sob on the couch.  All these tears you locked away for years couldn't  be contained anymore. You tried to repress your feelings, you failed. 
You felt exhausted from the long day. You changed into your pajamas. Walking into the room where your daughter was sleeping. Carefully get into the other side of the bed so as not to disturb your daughter's slumber. 
The following morning your daughter was the one who woke you up. “Mommy, wake up! We get to go to our new house today!” You could hear the excitement in her voice.
Your eyes are a bit swollen but you managed to open them to see the big smile on her face. “Okay okay I’m up.” You slightly chuckle sitting up in the bed.  It took about an hour and a half for you to both get ready to leave the hotel. It would take an additional 25 mins to get to the home you bought. This would be the place you both would call home now. Entering the home you saw all your furniture from your prior home there. It was more than enough room for you and your daughter. You saw the excitement in her eyes as she ran up stairs to see her room. You could hear the exciting squeal coming from upstairs from her.
Not even 5 mins of being in the home you heard the doorbell ring. He was here already, walking to the door. You took a deep breath opening it to find Ran there. “Good morning.” He had his signature smile on his face and in his hand were two bouquets of flowers. One of them was smaller than the other.
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bebe-writes-stuff · 3 months
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"Give me those hips, baby. C'mon I know you can ride better then that, use this dick before I take it away from you."
This^ and Ran Haitani.
What yall think, should I? 🤔🤔
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zanashair · 1 year
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[ inspired by a fanart i saw, but i forgot who the artist were :( ]
Haitani's brother house at 5:20pm
rindou, walking into the living room: ...y/n, what did you do to my brother?
ran, wearing a pikachu onesie: hm? what do you mean by that, rin?
y/n: he lost a bet with me, and the loser will have to say yes for 24hour straight to the winner
ran, nodding with a small smile: yup
rindou, dumbfounded: ...why?
y/n, standing up from the couch: wanna see a trick?
rindou: no.
y/n, pointing at rindou: ranchu! use thunderbolt!
ran, standing up from his place: got it! *pulls a tazer*
rindou, taking a step backwards: back the fuck up.
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