mind games— ran haitani
pairing. ran x fem!reader
length. 4.1k words
synopsis. ran finally finds out your name and takes you out for a ride in his car.
content. nsfw content. minors do not interact. implied drinking/alcohol usage, marijuana; reader and ran smoke in his car, because i want to smoke weed with ran lol; minor smut; just making out and stuff, more shion slander bc i find it funny, still love him tho
author's note. part two to mind games. Tag list : @sleeplessreader @rinrinfoxy @kazuubaby @iyuichiro08 @anamalfoy666 @mjsnightmares
“Am I crazy or is Ran staring at you?” There’s a sharp nudge to your ribs, almost knocking the wind out of your lungs. You take a moment, sucking on your teeth and hesitate to look over the direction your friend is facing. Worried that once you meet his gaze you’ll be sucked into his whirlpool like last week.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” At your awkward tone, your friend peeks over her shoulder to stare at you.
“...Did you hook up?”
You look down at your fingernails, trying to peel off the chipped corners while blatantly ignoring your friend’s stare.
“No way! When, (y/n)?! When was this? Was it when you left the sleepover that one day and came back at 12AM? Or was it during school like at lunch or—”
“No! It was last week, at that party you dragged me to when you were too busy with Shion to notice anything around you.” You nudge her back with your shoulder, choosing to ignore her ‘I wasn’t that distracted ’ statement .
You make the grave mistake of falling into temptation, looking over to the couch he was by. Luckily, he wasn’t looking at you, too focused on playing with a piece of red string between his fingers as he listened to his friends loud chatter.
His brother, you assume because they both look alike, whispers something in his ear before reaching inside his pocket and pulling out a set of keys, clasping it between Ran’s hands before he’s getting off the couch.
You watch as he twirls the keys in his hands for a moment, vaguely nodding over at what his friend is saying and you can’t help but wonder how good he is with his hands. The way his fingers loop through the keyhole, how much precision is needed to keep the keys attached to his finger as he’s spinning them.
“Are you going to talk to him or not?” Your friend’s voice is suddenly right beside your ear so suddenly you flinch and knock her away from you.
“What am I even going to say to him? He makes me feel awkward.” You admit, gripping your lollipop tighter in your hand, “besides, didn’t you set me up for today? The blind date?”
Your friend makes a thinking face for a moment before exclaiming. “Oh yeah! He should be on his way soon—” Her voice trails off and she scans the crowd, searching for said date. “Ah, there he is!” She’s calling his name out to grab his attention and you watch as his brown eyes find yours, eyebrows raising in surprise for a moment before he’s pushing past a bunch of people to stand before you.
“(Y/n), this is Jojo. Jojo, (y/n).” Your friend beams at the both of you for a moment before she’s standing up from her spot on the couch so Jojo could sit. “You two have fun, but not too much fun.” She winks before disappearing into the crowd of people.
“Hi, Jojo.” You shift to give him some room, gripping onto your lollipop even tighter and he slumps down next to you on the couch.
“Wow.” He blinks while staring at your face with such intensity it has your stomach doing backflips.
“Wow…what?”
“Nothin’, you’re just—you—” He stumbles over his words like an idiot before he’s clearing his throat to restart his sentence. “You’re just prettier than I thought you’d be.”
“Thank you.” The smile on your face is inevitable and your eyes dart around the room out of reflex, searching for anything but his own gaze. “You’re pretty handsome too.”
The smile on his face is blinding. “Great.” He sits up a little, eyes dropping down to your lollipop. “What flavour is it?”
“Cola.” You lift it back up to put in your mouth and he nods his head, trying not to focus on the way your lips wrap around the sweet treat.
Oh god. He’s one of them. You think as you watch his eyes travel down to your lips, lingering there long enough to make you shift uncomfortably on the couch. “I’m gonna grab a drink.” You stand up abruptly. He follows suit.
“I can come with you.”
“No, it’s alright. I can get it myself.”
“Okay.” He’s about to ask you to grab him something from the kitchen but you’re already gone. You groan against the fridge door before you’re opening it, searching for something, preferably non-alcoholic.
“Hey.” A deep voice comes from behind you. The coolness of his voice sent goosebumps over your arms and down your spine.
“Hi.” You respond, still searching the fridge to look busy despite not being interested in anything inside. Ran steps away when you close the fridge, resting your back against it as you stare up at him.
“What are you looking for? The good stuff is downstairs by the way.”
You don’t mean to be a hypocrite, but the way you’re currently eyeing him up and down is shameless and not in any way discreet at all. He looks so good tonight, and smells even stronger than last week. Definitely showered himself in cologne before this.
“Hello? Earth to—” He stops a moment before scoffing, “I just realised I don’t know your name. Still.” He adds that last part, reaffirming you with the fact you denied him your name twice before.
“Why do you want to know my name so badly?” Your question had no malice tainted in it, a genuine question you needed an answer to. It’s not like you plan on spending more time with him as is, so knowing your name is pretty pointless.
It’s clear you both have two different objectives tonight.
“Can I not know the names of the people I’m talking to? Is that such a crime? You know my name, don’t you?”
That’s only because everyone won’t shut the fuck up about.
“I don’t know your name by choice, it was by force.” The lollipop is back in your mouth as you stare at him. His eyebrows raise up for a moment, before dropping down to their default position.
“You really won’t tell me your name?” He watches you consider it, watches you slowly remove the lollipop from your mouth while staring intently in his eyes.
“Fine. It’s (y/n). Do with that information as you please, but if you excuse me, I have a date to get to.” You’re about to walk away when his arm is coming up to cage you in front of the fridge, limiting your movements.
“Date?”
Despite feeling slightly intimidated—and turned on— you nod your head towards the guy on the couch who looks like he’s getting pretty cosy with a blonde girl that happened to take your seat the moment you left.
Her legs swung over his lap as she looked up at him through her lashes, nodding her head at everything that’s coming out of her mouth.
“Oh.” You feel slightly embarrassed when Ran looks over at the so-called date. The sight is humiliating, yes, but Ran doesn’t care.
“So is it an open date or—?” You shove at his chest when he tries to make a joke at the situation; the hidden implications go right over your head.
“Shut up. Fuck, this is so embarassing.” You hide your face in your hands, wondering why you got dressed up to meet this Joshua dude only for him to flirt with the next girl that enters his sight.
At least it’s an excuse to go home.
“Can I take you somewhere? This party is pretty dead and I’d rather spend it out with a pretty girl than listen to my friends drunkenly rant about his mental state.”
You stopped listening to everything the moment you heard the words pretty leaving his lips. He found you pretty? The thought alone had a slight smile forming. “Where are you going to take me?”
You let him wrap an arm around your shoulder, watch as he pulls a set of keys out from his jeans pocket, the same keys his brother handed him earlier. “I’ll take you anywhere you want.”
Your stomach happened to grumble, loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough to overpower the bass blasting from the speakers plastered around the house.
“Could we get some food?”
That’s how you found yourself inside his car, parked inside the empty local Mcdonald’s parking lot at 10 in the evening. “Hows your nuggets?” Ran asks, in the middle of sprinkling the dark green substance—you don’t want to know what it’s called—between the brown sheet of rolling paper.
“They taste oily.” You frown, deeply unencouraged to finish the last of the batch he’d bought you. “I should’ve listented to you. Mcdonald’s at night tastes really bad.”
“’Cause the workers tired as hell. Don’t blame them.” He says before he darts his tongue past his lips, slowly dragging it along one side of the paper. “What about your ice-cream?”
You tear your eyes away from the sight to grab your milkshake from the cup holder, using the straw to stir it a couple times before you’re tasting it. “It’s…okay.” You lie, hating the warm temperature and watery texture.
Your hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed. He looks up at you and smiles. “It’s horrible, aint it?”
“Try it.” You reach your hand out to hand it to him, hands brushing his soft ones for a moment before he’s retreating with the cup in hand.
You reach forward to grab at the freshly rolled blunt, twisting it around in your grip as you examine it. It’s the first time you’ve seen one in person before.
Ran notices you inspecting it like it’s an extra terrestrial being and wonders if you’ve ever smoked before. He asks you just that and he’s not surprised when you shake your head.
“Wanna try it..?” He leads on with precaution when you slowly shake your head and pass the blunt back over to him. “C’mon.” It’s his turn to eye you up and down, the action eliciting a shiver down your spine as his wandering eyes wander down a little to far for your liking, before they’re hitchhiking back up to your face. “Please?”
You want to make a move so badly. But you’re not used to doing so. You’re not sure what to say, what to do…maybe being a little bit high could boost your confidence.
“Okay.” You sit up in the seat and watch him pass you the lighter along with the blunt.
“Just light the tip and inhale it—yeah, like that.” He grabs the lighter from you once you’ve taken your first puff from it, fighting back the cough pooling in your throat. “Blow it out, don’t swallow it—” It’s cute seeing the way your cheeks puffed out slightly, trying your hardest to swallow the smoke but you’re blowing it out and trying to ignore the burn running down your oesophagus.
You’re coughing a little bit as you pass it back to him, hand wafting the air around your face to get rid of the smell. “My throat hurts now.” Your voice is sort of hoarse from hoarding the smoke in your throat for that long; it makes Ran wonder if that’s how you’ll sound after he’s shoving his cock deep down your throat, hoping you’re the crying type, wants to see your mascara dripping down your face as you struggle to take him all the way.
The weed is really starting to get to him; all these unprovoked thoughts happening all at once. “Here.” Ran digs through the glove compartment, pulling out a lukewarm water bottle he’s stored in there. “It’s a bit warm, sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.” You wave off his concern and try to unscrew the bottle cap, applying a bit too much pressure that it spills all over your t-shirt. Your movement is a little limited, the marijuana already getting to you and it’s obvious as Ran watches you struggle to remove your shirt, the top getting stuck by your neck.
“Do you need any help?” He’s asking but despite your answer already leaning forward, lifting a firm hand to tug the shirt up and over your head.
You sit there, topless, readjusting your bra strap and lift a leg onto your chair to untie your sneakers. Ran can’t help but stare at your exposed breasts being pushed up by both of your arms as you struggle to remove your shoes.
His gaze wanders down to your waist, down to the curve of your ass. He takes another shameless look at your figure before he’s muttering, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”
You freeze, hands in the middle of untying your second shoe before you’re turning to look up at him. You allow your gaze to wander lower, down to his pants, the forming bulge is so prominent. “What?”
“I said—” he’s leaning forward past the centre console to get closer to you, “—I wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Y-you mean like…sex?” You ask just to make sure you weren’t imagining this. When his gaze doesn’t falter, you realise he’s being totally serious. “Oh.”
“Come here, I wanna try something.”
“Try what?” You’re asking as you lift yourself off the seat, allowing yourself to straddle yourself on his lap. You try to keep your hips up, not wanting to come into contact with his cock, but he’s lifting his hips up to readjust himself in his seat and brushes his cock against your cunt in the process.
Your hands fly up to his shoulders as he rearragnes his seat, pulling the chair back to give you some room. You watch him cup your jaw, leaning in ever so slightly.
Oh. You mentally prepare yourself, closing your eyes and parting your lips. Without even giving you the chance to breath, he’s kissing you, slotting his lips against yours with no hesitation. Similar to last week, his hands run down your waist, tugging on the waistband of your pants, asking permission to slip his hands inside.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as a response, groaning into the kiss when he’s sliding his hands down your ass, gripping onto the flesh and kneading it with a firm grip.
“You’re s’fuckin’ hot.” He breathed, lips still slotted against yours. You hum, leaning back in for another kiss, gasping when a single hand flys out from your pants to palm your breast.
Breaking the kiss partially, you reach behind you and unfasten your bra, briefly looking around the parking lot for any signs of people. It’s totally empty, minus the couple employees inside the store working the nightshift.
His eyes drop from your face, down to the hand covering your breasts from him. “You gonna let me see?” He asks, voice low as he tries to coax you into removing your hands.
When you nod your head slowly, he peels your hands away, keeping his gaze on your face as he’s palming your breast in his big hands. “Kiss me again.” You whisper, watching his eyes grow wide with want.
He’s leaning forward moments later, his warm tongue dragging across your bottom lip before slotting it inside your mouth. You cup his cheeks, holding the sides of his face and biting down on his lip when he tweaks your nipple, rolling the peaked bud between two fingers.
As you sat atop him, your hips started rolling against him, trying to match the beat of the soft music playing from his speakers. His hand drops down from your breast, gripping your hips to drag you along his crotch, creating more friction for the both of you.
“Keep doing that—” He mutters, throwing his head back onto the car seat, looking down at your hips grinding down, his bulge getting more prominent by the second. “Faster.” He whispers and you’re biting your bottom lip, rolling your hips at a quicker pace. Your breasts slowly bounce with each roll.
He felt so fucking big. You were scared yet excited, wondering how he would feel inside you, between your legs. Closing your eyes, you feel his lips latch onto your neck, kissing up the column of your throat and lingering onto your jawline just above your pulse. His tongue darted out to lick a wet stripe along your skin.
Your movements are getting faster, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as you get yourself off on his lap, dry humping him like a horny teenager but you don’t care. Not when you get shivers everytime your clit brushes up against his clothed cock. “Ran—”
You kiss him again, hands twisting his shirt into wrinkles as you feel a warm feeling stirring by your stomach, your pending orgasm. He has an iron grip on your hips, rocking you back and forth across his thickening cock, fingers squeezing your skin tight with each breathy gasp that escapes your soft lips.
“T-take this off.” You tug at his shirt and he’s obliging, letting his hands go from your hips to whip his shirt off. The second it’s off, you’re back to kissing him, using both hands to tilt his head to the side so your nose could brush against his own.
The two of you were about to go further, but your phone rang in your back pocket. Briefly pausing your makeout session and the grinding of your hips to check your notifications.
“Everything okay?” Ran asks, hands returning back to your hips as he draws circles into your skin.
“Nope. There was a fight at the party. My friend’s scared and wants me to pick her up.” You’re pouting, leaning in to kiss him once more, pulling away before he could deepen the kiss. “I’m sorry we keep getting interrupted.”
“It’s okay.” He’s surging you down for one last kiss, fingers hooking onto your chin to keep you there for a little bit longer before you’re pulling back to put your clothes on. “Want me to drive you back?”
“Yes please.” You climb back into the passenger seat, tugging on your seatbelt and putting your shoes back on.
The car ride is silent the rest of the way, but a comfortable one. The two of you refusing to discuss how you were literally about to fuck each other in an empty parking lot.
By the time Ran pulls up into the street, there’s people all over the road trying to get away from the scene. Your friend is waiting by a wall, tapping her phone against her hand as she looks around for you.
As Ran’s driving past, you wind the window down and wave her over, calling out her name. She looks up at the driving car before sprinting towards it. Ran’s fingers move to unlock the car to allow her to get inside.
“Duuuuuuude! You guys missed the craziest shit ever!” She leans forward to grab at your chair, leaning her face between the seats to get a better view of your face.
“What happened? You said there was a fight, right?” Ran asks as he reverses the car out from the street.
“Yeah! This guy was like walking and he was drunk and he slipped, bumping into this dude right and spilt his drink on his clothes. So the drunk guy was like: “oops my bad bro.” And the other dude was like: “nah.” Then everyone was like: “calm down it’s not that deep” but the other dude said: “he’s the bitch that slept with my girl.” So everyone exclaimed like : “WHAT?!”
And the drunk dude got backed into a corner and was asked to apologise. But snce he was drunk he was like: “im not fucking sorry, your girl had the tightest pussy ever—” but before he could finish his sentence the other guy started punching him, like tackling him to the floor and stuff.
People recorded it and then other people started fighting and it was so crazy! Then someone got a knife and tried to stab someone which was when I decided to run out here and text you guys.”
Your friend was panting out of breath by the time she finished her story and you and Ran looked at each other with looks of incredulity. “Who won the fight though?” Ran asks, intrigued to find out.
“I dunno. I think the drunk dude got his ass whooped though. His name was Madarame I think.”
“Shion!?” Ran exclaims before he’s falling into laughter. “Of course he got his ass beat.”
A part of you smiles after hearing that information. You never really liked Shion, infact, you hated him more when you found out he cheated on your friend a couple days ago; the one that begged you to accompany her last week to meet him.
She’s been a wreck ever since, so you’re happy he got that beating.
“Yeah…he was surprisingly weak.” Your friends eyes fall down Ran’s car seat, just noticing how pulled far back it really is, the faint smell of cannibis in the air; she puts one and two together, the fact you both were in a car…alone…and the smell of weed…
She bites back a smile. Not wanting to embarrass you, she’s picking her phone up and running to your messages.
Kiyo: DID YOU SLEEP WITH RAN
You look at your friend through the rear view mirror, her eyes already on yours trying to search somewhere deep inside your soul for the answer.
Your eyes travel towards Ran. He’s drumming his fingers against the wheel, propping one elbow up by the window and leaning his cheek into his palm as he focuses on the road; totally oblivious to the situation.
You: what?
Kiyo: don’t play dumb. I can smell the weed and his car seat is pulled back.
I’ve hooked up before, you can’t phase me
DID YOU?
You: maybe…
Now leave me alone. I don’t wanna talk about it.
Kiyo: okay 👍( ͡≖ ͜ʖ ͡≖)👉
“Thanks for the ride home, Ran. I owe you one.” She lifts her hand, meeting his own in the air for a high five. “(Y/n), I’ll see you inside .” She winks at you again before she’s sliding out of the car.
You shift around in the seat a little, wiping your hands against your pants as you look around the car. “Are—” You pause for a moment, wondering if you should make the first move, but by the time you look up you’ve already caught his attention. Lazy purple eyes staring at you, waiting.
You clear your throat. “Are you…busy tomorrow?”
He smiles a little. “No.”
“Do you maybe want to hang out?” Your breath catches in your throat when you hear him unbuckle his seatbelt. The worlds moving in slow motion when he cups your chin with two fingers to tug you closer towards him.
You let him kiss you, the deep satisfied sigh he lets out when you relax into the kiss, moving a hand to his thigh to stablise yourself. When he draws away, you stop him, fisting a hand in his shirt tighter when he says, “Hang out and do what?”
You look down and shrug your shoulders. “Anything you wanna do…”
He presses a kiss to your forehead before he’s pulling back, reaching for his phone in his pocket. You watch as he unlocks it and passes it to you, the contacts app splayed on his screen.
You bite back a smile and press New Contact; adding in your details and putting a small heart by the end, but before you’re giving his phone back, you scroll through his list of contacts to see if you’re about to become a side piece or if this is a real deal.
You see no other names that look suspicious to you, no extra hearts or emojis added to indicate that they might be ‘more than a friend’.
“Text me tonight.” You say while handing your phone back to him.
“I will.” He says as he watches you exit the car, but not before you give him one last wave before disappearing into your friends house. He waits until the door shuts before he’s driving off.
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Hey hey, I'd it OK if u come up with Toman hcs...
But you slander them
Whoops ok maybe I didn't slander them exactly, these kinda ended up being more annoying things they do in a relationship but here we are, one for everyone
Mikey- wants to always sleep with his old towel that he never let's you wash, tries to share it with you too even though it's too small and then gets pouty when it doesn't cover you both.
Draken- sometimes he gets a bit too invested in his motorbike, will ignore you for it.
Takemichi- says he'll handle dinner but then just gets takeout instead of cooking.
Baji- will leave bed in the middle of the night to go feed cats without waking you up "damn it Keisuke, I wanted to see the cats too!"
Chifuyu- uses manga for all his date ideas (ok this actually sounds kinda cute but be prepared for him to have the manga with him on the date and peak at it like an instruction manual throughout)
Mitsuya- works too hard, will fall asleep at his desk instead of coming to bed sometimes.
Hakkai- occasionally when he wakes up he forgets he's ok to talk to you and gets nervous all over again in his sleepy state
Pah- talks too loudly on the phone (he says it's because he's excited to talk to you but still shhhhh)
Peh- wants to invite Pah with you guys on all your dates
Smiley- threatens to kill you when you sneak up on him and kiss him (he's just a bit flustered and panicking)
Angry- takes your injuries too seriously, a tiny paper cut? Be prepared to have a bunch of plasters put on it (a kiss too)
Mucho- sir we cannot fix every argument with cheese cake
Sanzu- will follow you around to make sure you're safe at times
Kisaki- just assumes you're as good at maths as he is, will ask you random maths questions while you grocery shop to figure out prices and deals. You keep having to explain the need for a calculator to him.
Hanma- will try to irritate you just because he finds your angry reaction "cute and fun"
Kazutora- is a bit too clingy at times, be prepared to be late for work because of hugs.
Hina- will tidy up your stuff and make you lose it
Emma- insists on you having a special cute ringtone specifically for her and your phone can't be on silent.
Naoto- is very secretive about his police work, will not tell you how his day has been.
Akkun- begs to do practice hair cuts on you, will chase you around with a pair of scissors begging you.
Takuya- tries to act too strong when he's sick, he doesn't want to seem weak to you so he takes on too much and ends up getting worse.
Makoto- mutters when he's sleeping, keeps you up sometimes, it's always such random things too.
Yamagishi- will tell you delinquent facts at the most random times, be prepared to hear about old fights while brushing your teeth.
Koko- panics over what to buy you for birthdays because he just spoils you all throughout the year, pouts close to your birthday.
Inui- can walk better in heels then you
Taiju- laughs too loud, if you're not expecting it then it can cause you to jump.
Yuzuha- Too many other people wanting her attention, easy to feel forgotten about sometimes.
Izana- calls you his queen in public (no matter your gender) and wants you to call him your king.
Kakucho- is so nervous about you meeting izana and wanting the two of you to get along that he sweats the whole time during that first meeting (you and izana bond over teasing him about it)
Mochi- finds it easy to carry you so will sometimes just randomly pick you up if he feels you're walking too slow.
Ran- keeps low key insulting your hair when talking about his own (takes you to the salon often too)
Rindou- gets overly competitive with you at the gym, he may love you but he's not going easy on you (though I feel like a lot of you won't complain about the limb locking)
Shion- accidentally let slip he was planning to propose like a week early.
Senju- will randomly grab your hand and start quickly running if she wants to show you something (good luck with keeping up with her)
Takeomi- will steal the blankets as you're sleeping
Wakasa- if he thinks you're talking too much or grinding your teeth or something then he'll just place his dango stick in your mouth.
Shinichiro- be prepared for cheesy pick up lines 24/7 (he wants you to say them back too)
Benkei- sometimes just throws his clothes at your head randomly (he actually wants you to wear them but instead of just asking you'll suddenly be plunged into darkness by a jacket landing on your head.
South- will sometimes randomly serenade you, even in public causing everyone to stare.
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