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pinkienoobie · 9 months
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● RAN HAITANI X READER ● HOW YOU TWO MET ●
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Author note 1: Grammatical mistakes.
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Warning: Reader getting choke, mentions of rape, bloody scenarios.
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Summary: You were peacefully minding your own business but some drunk was trying to rape you so Ran beats his ass.
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It was getting dark and you were walking down in the streets alone until you felt like someone was following you. You decided to ignore it but a hand reached out and covered your mouth. As soon as you tried to get it off the man begin to choke you. "Let me go you fuc-" you tried to speak. "Goshhh you- are soo pret-ty" the man came close and you were able smell the alcohol in his breath. "Lets have some fun, shall we?" He begin to strip your clothes, leaving you in your bra and panties.
"Man I really want to beat some more asses" Ran groaned. "Those guys were pretty weak" Rindou said while cleaning the blood on his hands. His eyes lingered towards a old man who seems to be choking a girl. "Oi Ran look at that". Ran's gaze shifted towards the girl underneath him crying and shouting for him to stop.
You were sobbing and trying everything to get away from that monster until someone punched that old hag's face from behind, strong enough to break some teeth. "Come on dude there's a limit how lame you can be, you're seriously targeting a girl?" He said while kicking the man a few more times. "Come on Ran saved some fun for me too" Rindou started torturing him too. "Ran? could they be the infamous Haitani brothers?" You thought to yourself by seeing how much they love to torture their victim.
Your eyes were horrified by the sight of that man covered in bruises and blood who doesn't seemed to be breathing. "Are these yours?" The braided man asked holding your clothes. "Y-yes" he was really gentle which made you blush a little bit. "Should I help you to put these on?" He chuckled after saying that. You just realised he was flirting with you but for some reasons you didn't wanted him to stop.
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Author note 2: Sorry it is short I will make a part 2 soon.
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y-umiko · 11 months
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TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN SOMEONE ASK THEM IF YOU'RE SINGLE
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CHARACTER(S): Draken . Mikey . Baji . Mitsuya WARNING/S: a bit smutty on Baji's part
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Draken
The Tokyo Manji Gang gathered for their meeting, though aimed to hang out, the others take this opportunity to introduce their new members to one another.
"Hey! Hey! who's that over there?"
Draken who was mingling with the new members and was busy introducing one another turned to look at the member who spoke. recognizing him as one of the new members who joined the 2nd division.
following the member's line of sight, Draken's gaze falls upon you, happily conversing with Emma. your name leaving his lips unconsciously.
"Y/n?"
The new member sighed dreamily, not taking his eyes off you. "what a pretty name, Is she single?"
"No" was Draken's quick response, his eyebrows furrowed intimidatingly, standing taller to appear more intimidating to the other person as if he needed it.
"I-I see" the new member nervously mumbled, putting both his hand in the air in surrender before scurrying away.
honestly, Draken doesn't know what to feel, but thinking about it now, you and Emma are like a rose among the thorns during gatherings like this, what was Mikey thinking allowing his sister to attend gatherings?
and what was he thinking letting you tag along with him during meetings, and let alone leaving your side, letting you walk around and socializing with the guys without him? especially, since not everyone knows of your relationship.
however, Draken wouldn't be so strict as to not allow you to their gatherings but his not so into vocalizing to everyone that you belong to him, as much as he wanted to do that, he doesn't want a scene that would garner attention and embarrass you.
rather Draken would be more subtle.
"What's this for?" you asked as you felt Draken drap his uniform jacket on your shoulders. the words 'Tokyo Manji Gang Vice captain', on display for everyone to see. subtle but effective.
"Just felt like it"
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Mikey
It's very unlikely that someone would not know that you were dating the infamous invisible Mikey. reputation aside, it's hard not to know you two were dating when Mikey was constantly tied to your side.
if his not holding your hand, his arms would be wrapped around your waist, head resting on your shoulder as you feed him his favorite snacks. really, it's really not that hard to notice.
however, there is always that one dumbass who couldn't take a hint. whose dumb enough to not know who Mikey is and brave enough to approach him when you momentarily left to go the bathroom.
"hey that person you were with earlier, do you know if she's dating someone?"
he blinked a few times before his face twisted into a pout, "yes! And happily so"
the other person sigh, a hand behind his nack in disappointment as his eyes unconsciously follow the direction you just left, which Mikey took the wrong way.
"that's too bad, and she looks so pretty too"
The other person flinch when his instinct suddenly took over his body, feeling a sudden aura coming from Mikey. "don't get any ideas, Y/n's mine"
with a chill that run down his spine, the other person was quick to leave. when you returned, Mikey was back to his usual cheerful self but this time extra clingy and affectionate.
"Did something happen while I was gone?" you asked him, but Mikey only smiled and buried his head deeper between your neck and shoulder.
"Nope, just showing everyone you're with me"
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Baji
"Baji-san you're close with Y/n-chan aren't you?"
Baji stopped writing on his paper, peeking through his eyeglasses to look at the other person. his classmate who asked or rather beg to join your study session with Baji.
something about his classmate didn't sit well with him, was it the use of your first name or the fact that his classmate look a little red on the face upon mentioning your name? nonetheless, Baji proudly answered a resounding Yeah. yet the other person's next question made him uneasy.
"Do you know if she's dating anyone?"
The words process in his head, in disbelief that his classmate just asks that, does not the whole school know you were dating him. Was the fact you spend all the breaks together, enough to say that you two were dating? the hand holding? the quick peck of kisses? was his classmate not really aware?
Baji can only furrow his eyebrow in confusion, before removing his glasses and placing them on the table, before crossing his arms against his chest. the atmosphere turning into a more serious note.
"Listen carefully c/n…"
"oh what are we talking about here?" you ask arriving just now for the afterschool study session, cutting off Baji, clueless to the current situation.
however, Baji's gaze flicked towards you, and as soon as you were within reach, Baji was quick to pull you down to his lap and smash his lips against yours, giving his classmate a front seat on the spectacle.
"…do you understand now?" Baji asked his classmate who can only nod with a red face before quickly excusing himself. leaving you with a beaming Baji, proud of what he did.
"What was that for?" you asked which he quickly avoided answering by smashing his lips with yours again.
If he has to kiss you over and over again for everyone to know you belong to him, he definitely won't have any complaints.
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Mitsuya
"I'll see you later Taka" You bid goodbye to Mitsuya, turning around and closing the door to the club room.
"Mitsuya senpai, can I ask you a question?" a first-year who recently joined the club called. Mitsuya was quick to turn his attention to him and nodded to continue.
"Is y/n-senpai seeing someone?"
it took Mitsuya a moment to respond, a little taken aback by the question when he was expecting a question regarding the club. it was a first, that someone would ask him of all people if you're single.
though he knew you were pretty and garnered attention from all over the school, he was assured that they knew you were dating him. They should be, yet the first year in front of him says otherwise.
he really shouldn't care and just answer that you were dating him yet he suddenly can't help feeling a little insecure. was it not that clear you two were dating?
before Mitsuya can answer, Hakkai came interrupting upon hearing your name leaving the first year's lips. Your dating Mitsuya and Hakkai was just protective of you. blazing and cutting through the conversation with his hot head.
"oi! Y/n-chan is dating Taka-chan! don't go thinking you have a chance!"
The first year was quick to apologize, “O-oh sorry, Mitsuya-senpai I didn't know"
all well that ends well, yet Mitsuya brought the first year's question with him until he met you, and asked a question that he shouldn't have in the first place.
"you love me right?"
you chuckled, "What kind of question is that? Of course, I love you"
the words bringing back his smile and forgetting the first year's question. he becomes more affectionate in public for a few days after that.
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tokyothirstygang · 1 year
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Thinking about big dick Chifuyu who doesn’t know how to handle the gift God has given him
You two have been in bed for what feels like hours trying to get his dick to fit inside you and it’s more of a task than either of you imagined. He’s eaten you out over and over, sucking and licking at your clit while putting three fingers inside you to try to open you up more. Though you’ve already come multiple times, it hasn’t been while he’s inside you and it’s making both of you crazy.
“Just jack me off.” He sounds defeated as he starts to move away from you. “This isn’t going to work.”
You grab him by his face and pull him back in for a kiss.
“Don’t say that. We can figure this out. We just have to try something else.” You counter.
He sighs and sinks back down on top of you.
“We’ve been trying forever. I can’t get it in.”
You distract him with a make out session while you develop a new game plan. He’s in the process of placing kisses all over your neck when you realize what you have to do.
“Chifuyu?”
“Hmm?”
His eyes meet yours and they’re dark with lust.
He needs to cum and he needs it badly.
“You just have to push it in all the way. Don’t stop until you’re deep inside me.”
His cock twitches against your thigh, and you know he wants nothing more than to tear you in half. But sweet chifuyu thinks with his head and not his cock so he’s still hesitant.
“I don’t know, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You've been waiting since the first time you laid eyes on him for this moment and are more than willing to do anything to make it work.
“I can take it. I promise.” You pull him in and press your lips to his again. “Just fuck me, Chifuyu.”
He’s cautious sliding back into you, and when you’re already gasping and wriggling away when he’s only a third of the way in, you feel him start to draw back.
“No! Don’t stop. I can take it, I promise!” You plead, though he’s already almost stretched you to your typical limit.
“Are you sure?” His eyebrows furrow and you notice a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. His arms are on either side of you and the veins are threatening to burst through skin.
He’s using all his strength to hold back from slamming all the way into you.
“Yes! Just keep going.”
He nods working himself in a little deeper.
You involuntarily shriek at the sensation of being filled up and stretched more than you ever thought possible but you tell him to keep going so he does.
Soon you’re a complete mess beneath him. A moaning, screaming, watery eyed mess begging him to go deeper.
When he’s finally mostly inside you, he’s pressing kisses all over your face, brushing your hair aside, and apologizing.
“I’m sorry…fuck, I know it’s big. I’m sorry…you just feel so fucking good…”
He’s alternating between apologizing and thrusting deeper when, by some divine miracle, you open up fully for him and he slips the rest of the way into you.
Both of you are surprised and when your eyes meet his you see something has changed within him.
The sweet cautious man who was too scared to fuck you is gone and he’s been replaced with someone far more devious.
A low growl escapes him as he lowers himself so that his mouth is near your ear. He leans in close and whispers “I’m going to make this pussy mine.”
Then he lets you have all the sexual energy he’s been holding back. He’s got your legs up on his shoulders, pounding down into you while you cry out his name over and over.
The more you moan and scream his name the harder he fucks you.
“You take this big cock even better than I thought you would. Fuck- You like being used like this don’t you?”
You can barely believe THIS is the same person who was too shy to kiss you first.
Now he’s on top of you talking like he invented sex.
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mitsuyeaah · 7 months
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"go to sleep. . ." sanzu's gruff voice cuts through the still silence of the night. you suck in a sharp breath, it startled you a little—you've been tracing sanzu's pretty features with your eyes as he lays on his back next to you. his side profile never fails to amaze you; the way his thick lashes curl upwards, every dip and curve of his cute nose, his rosy lips.
"or, you can keep looking." despite the tiredness in his tone, there's an evident tease. sanzu turns to his side, giving you a full view of his face. he had his arms loosely crossed over his chest, eyes sealed shut, and forehead slightly creased from his knitted brows.
bringing a finger towards sanzu's face, you ghost it over his face; along the bridge of his nose—causing him to scrunch it a little at your soft butterfly touch—to the dip of his lips, and over the ridged skin on the corners of his mouth.
"you're so pretty, haru. . .”
sanzu's heart pounded against his chest. thank the heavens for the moonlit room because you couldn't see sanzu's creeping blush. pretty. no one calls him that. the rosy-haired man lets out a little scoff before turning his back to you, hiding the fact that he's flustered.
you let out a soft laugh before wrapping your arms around him, tightly -his back flush against your chest. his scent engulfed you, immediately putting your body at ease.
"so beautiful, my haru."
sanzu lets out an absent-minded hum, taking your hand in his. naturally, he'd snap at other people calling him those words but it's different with you, it always is.
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writingsbymo-mo · 4 months
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Random thoughts........buuuuut.....
Don't Wake the Beast
What if Rindou was hosting a party and you got dared to wake Ran up?
When someone dared you to wake Ran up, Rindou gave you a worried look. He didn't want to relive the last party he held. You weren't ready for another penalty shot just yet, and honestly, you've wanted to see what would happen if you woke up the beast in the other room.
You tiptoed over to Ran's bedroom, closing the door behind you, not even uttering a sound. Quietly, you snuck over to his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful. The way his lashes contrasted against his skin in the moonlight, the way his soft snores filled the silent space, the way you couldn't help but notice his plush lips with every breath. You leaned closer to him, almost a mere inch from his face when you paused. "I...shouldn't do this...maybe another way," you mouthed a whisper.
As soon as you were about to move away, a set of hands caressed your cheeks and pulled you against his warm, soft lips, devouring you with the hunger of a starving man. You squeaked and moaned into him, pulling him closer to you by the collar of his shirt as you fought for dominance. You melted into his touches, shifting onto his bed to sit in his lap, grinding into him. Ran slid his hands along your sides, gasping when you hit the right spot. A string of saliva connecting your lips as it snapped when you moved your head, gazing at the man you woke up with half lidded eyes.
"Hah, did the prince come give the princess a kiss?" He purred, sneaking some kisses along your jaw.
"More like the dragon stole it...you were already awake, weren't you?"
He chuckled into your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "You know Rin's parties are never quiet..."
"True..."
"Just know if it weren't for you coming when you did, their sorry asses wouldn't dare step foot in here."
You laughed, "looks like I saved this party."
He rolls you onto your back, chuckling as you squeak in surprise. "Oh, but our night is just getting started, love."
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Meanwhile...
"Should we go check on them?"
Rindou shook his head. "I wouldn't if I were you. With how long it's been...they'll be in there for the rest of the night..."
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angelltheninth · 11 months
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Chifuyu can't stop grinding against you in his sleep, his cock twitching against you, lips lazily kissing your neck. There's a dichotomy between him being so rough and desperate with his thrusts in the morning, when he's still groggy when sleep and his hair is all messy, cock seeking out the wet warmth of your pussy. You'll be spreading your legs for him right?
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zeltqz · 5 months
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In which ran is being gentle with children or something along those lines and reader in that moment is like get me pregnant now then smut 🫡
knocked up | ran haitani
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content. breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, established relationship, daddy kink, shower sex
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You never were much of a kids person. If someone asked you how many kids you wanted, your answer was already none really. 
Kids were fine, you didn’t hate them, you just didn’t care about them enough to ruin your body for nine months and push one out. 
But right now, looking at the sight of your boyfriend Ran Haitani playing with your little niece had you reconsidering your choice. You’d never seen your niece happier and though you should be fuming with jealousy right now that she prefers your boyfriend—who she’s only known for a day—over you, you can’t help but admire Ran making her laugh, lifting her in the air until she’s dying with laughter and begging to be put down, the sight of him baby talking her, carrying her—
It’s making you look at Ran in a different light. Men that know how to handle kids are so…hot. 
That’s why you can barely contain yourself when your sister comes over to collect her daughter; your adorable niece merely waving goodbye at you and instead runs over at full speed with those tiny legs of hers over towards Ran and hugs his leg tight before being escorted out of the house by her mother.
“I’m gonna go shower baby.” Ran loops a hand around your waist and pulls you in, pressing his lips to the side of your head. “I’ll meet you upstairs.”
“Okay,” you murmur, relishing his warmth beside you before its ripped away as he heads upstairs. You can hear the shower turn on minutes later and shift until you’re leaning against the wall, contemplating something.
Your pussy throbs, your hormones working overtime as you can only think about his cock filling and stuffing you to the brim, his cum slowly leaking out of your folds and soaking the sheets. Or maybe you want his cock to stay plugged inside your pussy, making sure not even a drop escapes and ensuring your chances of success.
With that, you’re heading up the stairs, into your shared bedroom and begin to strip, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake as you enter the bathroom. Your presence is silent, almost non existent as you slip into the shower behind Ran and loop your arms around his midsection. 
He gets startled at first but overcomes it easily, turning to look down at your head digging into the firm muscle of his back. Slowly, you kissed down the slope of his back before moving back up his spine.
“I want you s’bad Ran,” you whisper.
“Yeah? Show me.” He turns around to face you before you’re pouncing on him, sucking his lips in a desperate attempt of a kiss. 
He groans into your mouth, gripping onto your wet, slippery skin and presses you against the wall. He doesn’t tease, sliding his hands up and down your sides as his tongue licks into your mouth before cupping your breasts. Ran licks your bottom lip, circling his tongue over it and stroking at your tits, making your nipples pebble beneath his thumbs. 
Your fingers clutch at the wet tiles as Ran flicks your nipples with his fingertips. 
“I’m—” you start, “I want you so bad Ran.” Your hands loop around his neck as you stand on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Want you to breed me so badly Ran please . I need it s’badly.” 
As if your words weren’t holding enough desire to slowly drive him to madness, you had to add the cherry on top, lowering your voice impossibly quieter as you practically breathe out, “Please daddy,” in his ear.
Then, suddenly, you’re being spinned around, Ran’s hips pressing into you, trapping you against the wall with a deep groan that has your stomach fluttering. You inch your head backwards to glance his way but he’s not looking at you. 
His brows are drawn in concentration as he nudges your legs apart with his knee, those big hands of his spreading your cheeks apart. The water dripping from the shower head makes its way to between your legs, giving him the leverage he needs to slip his finger inside you. 
One finger turns to two and he’s slowly scissoring you open, relishing in the feeling of your walls clinging and squeezing the length of his fingers. 
With his spare hand, he pulls your head back by your hair, until your back is arched painfully, until his lips are right beside your ear. “Call me daddy again baby. Wanna hear it.”
“Daddy please, fuck me.”
“Yeah?” The squelching sounds coming from your pussy every time his fingers thrusted in and out were so obscene , blood filling your ears as you pushed your hips back to feel him deeper.
“Yeah, fuck a baby into me, please—” 
You felt empty when he pulled his fingers out so abruptly but you were quickly filled to the brim with his cock seconds later, thrusting shallowly into you. He does it twice, heavy grunts spilling out from between his lips as he continues fucking into your tight, wet cunt.  
He pulls on your hair, tugging you back further and moans your name by your ear, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he fucks into you once, twice, the third thrust pressing you further into the wall. An inferno rose inside you as his cock slides thick and heavy between your legs.
“Ah! Ran!” you shout, scrabbling uselessly against the tiles to brace yourself against the force of his thrusts. 
“Good girl. Taking me so well, fuck,” Ran slaps your ass hard enough to sting. His hands creep up the sides of your body to cup your boobs, kneading them roughly, pinching your nipples painfully. They come alive beneath his touch, cradled in his strong hands.
It’s driving you crazy, the way Ran runs his tongue along the length of your jaw, sucking at your neck, biting your shoulder all the while piercing the deepest parts of you with his cock.
You feel the heat between your legs again, your orgasm searing its way up to your core. You whine as Ran starts fucking into you faster, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He slams into you without remorse, rolling his hips with abandon, grinding himself into your quivering flesh.
“So good—ah fuck—don’t stop Ran please !” you scream.
“My god, woman,” Ran pants as you clench around him, slamming your body against his. His hands join yours against the wall, cradling them in his big grip before moving them to lock around your neck. “Screaming my name like a whore ,” he whispers in your ear, tilting your head back till you’re looking at him. “Want my cum deep inside you don’t you baby?”
“Mhm-mhm—”
He slowly buries his tongue in your throat, sucking deeply in your mouth, sending a bolt of heat through your system. 
His whole body goes rigid, squeezing your throat tight enough that you feel your airways restrict. Spasms go through your abdomen as Ran grips you tighter and starts thrusting wildly. No matter how hard he bucks into you, he seems unable to penetrate deeper than he already has. Your limbs shake as your nerves fire off all over the place. Your knees give out under you as Ran pumps into you with so much force that it almost hurts to breathe, small whimpers escaping your throat.
The sensation becomes too intense, a deep burn in your groin that only grows hotter and hotter as your body gives in to its climax.
He slams into you a final time before releasing you with a satisfied sigh, pressing his forehead against your temple as he gently kisses the side of your face. You can feel his cum pulsating within you, a hot flush spreading through your body as he breathes heavily behind you.
He's about to pull out before you stop him. "Wait," you say, catching hold of him and pulling him closer. "Keep going." 
"What?"
"...I wanna get pregnant. I wanna have your babies," you whisper huskily into his ear, your arms tightening around him. 
Ran freezes, holding you close to him as he comes back down to earth. It takes a few moments for his mind to catch up with what just happened. "You were serious about that baby? I thought that was all talk." 
"No. I want it," you admit. "I changed my mind."
"You changed your mind...?" He sounds dazed and looks down at you to see nothing but pure seriousness on your face.
You nod. "Yeah."
"Well... okay," he says after a moment, kissing you once more before removing himself from you. As he moves away from you, his eyes meet yours, drinking in every little detail. "Gonna fuck you as many times as we need until you're knocked up."
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gfmich · 1 year
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running into your ex
c ran haitani. keisuke baji & takeomi akashi.
here’s my content masterlist (・・ ) !
cw violence (?)
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“you can’t leave..” a whine follows.
diverting your attention from the phone towards your boyfriend, clasping it in a single forth movement as the decorative chain strings beside your hand. he was able to catch up in your attempt to leave after you claimed that you had work and you were ‘late’. “and why’s that, ran?”
unbeknownst to most, no one was able to comprehend the scene before them that had your boyfriend in dire need to have you in the sidelines to the meet-ups. now, it's pretty ordinary for a gang member harassing and following some innocent victim, unfortunate maybe—but it wasn’t ordinary to catch said gang member chasing someone for romantic purposes, as in action of affection or.. “forgot my goodluck kisses.” ran frowns.
you wanted to snort in his face, finding his excuse humorous and charming in a way but you had a front to keep ( if you wish to keep him from becoming more spoiled than he is. ) and you really needed to leave if you wanted to keep your job. 
though, it wasn’t his fault but the opposing gang; who happened to be late and by assumption that they would’ve been on time—you would’ve been able to stay but that’s not the case.
“i’m late for work.” you breathe out. narrowing your gaze to avoid his own, knowing defeat if you were to meet his stupid pout or taunting smile; he knows that. now, he’s a gang member.. a criminal, he doesn’t play fair.
and you weren’t an exception to that.
there was no hesitation in his movements, especially when planting you over his shoulder with ease and no trudge in his step—not minding the smacks that meet his spine, if anything he found amusement in it than you. “put me down, ran!”
ran turns around, barking out a laugh when you tense up at the rapid take. “hm, i happened to enjoy this view.”
he comes to a halt when someone steps in his way, observing the uniform set that differentiates his own. the hand that holds you steadily loosens when the stranger snickers. “i do too. in fact,.. i know that ass anywhere.”
ran wasn’t a man of immediate violence, at least not anymore since you became consistent in his life and he appreciates those terms but.. he really wishes to retaliate as of right now. instead, he lowers you onto the ground and notes the way you inch closer to him.. almost troubled before meeting the gaze of your ex-boyfriend.  
grimacing, your hands reach for your boyfriend’s sleeve to pull him away—to leave and avoid more trouble. “just leave him, i’m late—”
“where’s my baton?”
your expression changes, frustration settling as you try to pull him but he remains in place, not even a centimeter difference. without much said on his end ( ignoring yours. ), he reaches into your backpack and fishes out his baton—flicking his wrist to extend the chrome rod. “i did tell you that we came for a fight, right?” he beamed, alarming you and your ex.
without much other warning, his baton takes impacts on your ex-boyfriend’s face as you standby with frantic eyes. there was a voice in the back of your mind, beckoning you to put an end to the fight but you ignored it because you know better—he disrespected you and ran would never let anyone pass with doing such a thing.
so you never showed to work, instead watching your current boyfriend beat the shit out of your ex-boyfriend.
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whenever there wasn’t a meeting or an event that involved his appearance as toman’s first division captain, baji made it a routine to take you to a pastry shop afterschool. it began when he started seeing you and having to promise his mom that he wouldn’t neglect you ( not that he would but for safety measures. ) and since then, every wednesday was your day.
it was always the same, never a change in the course—same orders from before, familiar faces of the employees that tended to you and it was comfortable. 
you know,.. until it wasn’t.
“i think, i’m done.” you admit, motioning your plate across the table towards your boyfriend. you weren’t unaware of the glances that he’d take at your fruit when he’s emptied his own plate, so to save the advances of attempting to steal from you—you made it easier for him and he grins, showcasing his appreciation.
“thank you.” he quips before tossing the strawberry into his mouth.
you smile in response, wanting to admire him as he’s engrossed in the food but the sound of the bell captures your attention and with curiosity, you glance behind him and immediately narrow your gaze away when recognizing the person coming in.
your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by baji, of course not, not when this response has you avoiding his direction. the longer you held your attention away from him—truthfully, it was only a minute—the more bothered he grew because he didn't know what’s going on or what was the sudden switch that made you hesitant to even look at him.
“why aren’t you looking at me?” he inquires, not hiding his irritation but it falters when you reluctantly look at him and it flickers behind him before returning to him. suddenly, he tenses when you motion him to come closer.
“promise me, you won’t look behind you.” you whisper when he’s finally within ear-length. he doesn’t conceal skepticism until you conclude, “he’s here.” 
he seems.. conflicted? almost as if he were restraining himself and you immediately note the way he straightens his spine. from the recollection of where your boyfriend isn’t a fan of being told what to do and well.. restriction, it never goes as planned—failing because he does what he wishes and for once, you need him to hold himself.
he catches your gaze, frowning at your silent plea to desist and he seethes at your lack of trust. “i’m not going to look.” that was a lie.
of course, you don’t know that ( although.. you should’ve. ) and you ease up in your seat, turning away in hopes to keep a discreet presence and he does the complete opposite, turning his entire body to face your ex-boyfriend. you mutter your frustration when the familiar sound of his heinous laughter hits your ears.
you trace the heavy footsteps, seemingly slower in anticipation as he finally reaches your table. “him? you must be desperate.”
turning your head to meet with his taunting gaze, about to detonate for insulting your boyfriend but there was a small tap on your hand—pulling your consciousness away to focus on baji but his attention was.. at his knuckles, as if he were studying them with numerous clenches of a fist before releasing. he shoves a single hand up to your eyes, “think they’re healed?”
the question doesn’t register in your head, not understanding entirely as you survey the blemished bruises. “yeah, why—” without a second wasted, his arm rings towards your ex and collides into his jaw. immediate swelling forms on your ex-boyfriend’s skin as he attempts to roll his jaw but he groans when the pain resides.
baji reprimands the man, provoking even as he complains about his jaw possibly being dislocated and without much listening, he turns back to you and smiles when he recognizes the admiration you spare.
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“you know..” you began, noting the way takeomi reaches for your hand before glancing at you—requesting for you to continue, “we haven’t had a date like that in forever.”
he hums in acknowledgement but also, agreement? but nonetheless, he chooses to stay silent and figure out his response with a smoke, assuming from the way he takes a hold of a cigarette from the small carton box that you’ve gotten accustomed to seeing. he leans down, motioning you to light it and by routine, you ignite it.
he takes a long drag of the stick, breathing out an answer. “i’ll try to make more time for you.”
takeomi was repentant, only sympathetic for the way that you dismissed his attempt at an apology and to savor his actions ( or lack of. ). it wasn’t that you justify him, it’s more.. you’re understanding in some sense that his job—which you aren’t much fan of—requires his appearance and ability in counseling the routes that bonten takes.
you were only appreciative that he came home as you were pretty much independent on every other term. having the ability to carry your own and without him but.. allowing you to live with your choices and have him to spend it comfortably, it made sense why you didn’t mind.
nonetheless, it was more than enough. 
“don’t be stupid, takeomi.” bumping your hip with his as you pause at the crosswalk, smiling when he meets your gaze. “our home dates are even better, especially when you come home and get all soft on me.” you tease before laughing when he airs the smoke from his nose out of embarrassment.
“doesn’t have time for you, huh? probably an excuse to get away from your pathetic ass.”
you taut at the voice, choosing to continue forth but you don’t seem to move much as takeomi remains in place. it appears that since you were just insulted, he has no choice but to handle it.. think of it as making up for his lack of presence but you don’t—wanting to leave instead as you pull on his arm.
he inhales the nicotine from the cigarette, allowing it to fill his lungs as he turns to meet with your ex-boyfriend. there’s a long silence between the two until the smoke exhales through his nose, almost as if he needed that to contemplate his next choice of action. “who the fuck are you?”
“let’s just leave.” you chided, taking his attention from the man before him and raising an eyebrow, “you know him?”
he senses that it was more than some acquaintance as you reluctantly nod and that was enough for him to understand the situation that you were uncomfortable with. 
takeomi returns to examine your ex-boyfriend from head-to-toe which somewhat intimidates the man, but instead of insults, he taunts. “hey man, you probably have some shit lungs from smoking. cigarettes kill, ‘ya know.”
“i do too, wanna see?” he answers nonchalantly.
though, his features waver when he catches the sound of your laughing. he means truth to his words, if he doesn’t do it then he has no problem with sending some henchmen to do the job but he can’t help but falter when you comment, “come on babe, you’re scaring the shit out of him.”
before your ex-boyfriend can retort, he catches a glimpse of the bonten tattoo that adorns his skin—the symbol that implies murder really was on the table and.. in front of him. choosing to live, he saunters off with a click of tongue. “whatever man.”
you meet each other’s gaze before breaking into a fit of laughter—to the point where you lean on him for support. he steadies you, taking your hand once more before commenting, “your taste in men is trash.” 
“yeah, you’re no better.” he was.
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Hey Nie your blog and writing is so cute, about Haitani Brothers it would be nice to read about they get in a relationship in the good timeline 💜
hey... you caught my eye
synopsis: the haitani brothers catch your eye.
pairings: ran, rindou x f!reader (no pronouns specified)
warnings: swearing, (y/n) in rindou's part has rizz and that is a warning by itself,
genre: fluff
(izana, kakucho)
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ran: 
you didn’t know why you let your friends drag you into the newly opened bar downtown. bars and the nightlife have never been your forte. but you were dragged by emma nonetheless to celebrate her bachelorette party. 
at first, you wanted to decline. they would understand, right? those types of places were foreign to you, a land that you were hesitant to uncover. 
but the blonde assured you that she knew who the bar owners were and it wasn’t a dingy rundown club with creeps and perverts lurking around. with a hesitant nod, you agreed. 
and now here you were, in the club with emma and her bridesmaids as they toasted ‘cheers!’ to the bride. 
“are you enjoying yourself, (n/n)?” you hear hina ask you as she downs a shot. you gave her an assuring smile before nodding. 
“yeah… this place just intimidates me.” you say before taking a sip out of the cocktail you ordered. hina gave you a loopy smile in response before turning back to your little circle and grabbing another shot glass. 
you were quietly minding your own business, trying your hardest to pretend to listen in a conversation that one of emma’s friends were telling the group, but after a few minutes of pretending and not knowing why the others were giggling amongst themselves, you lost the plot entirely. 
“wanna go dance, (n/n)?” hina asked, tugging you towards the dancefloor, you let her do so but declined on dancing, ensuring her that you would just be by the bar, watching over her. hina pouted but let you be, the mere fact that you let them drag you into a place like this was already more than she or emma could have. they’d rather not push you further. 
so with a slight push from you, hina settled on the dancefloor and you sat by the bar, stirring your newly ordered drink as you became lost in your thoughts. 
“do you come here often?” you hear a foreign voice ask, you turn your head to see a man who looked to be in his late 20s wearing a three piece suit. 
you let out a small huff, mentally agreeing with yourself to indulge in conversation with the unknown man. you were barely drunk, and as hot as the man beside you is, there was no way in hell you’ll be taken advantage of. 
“not really my type of scene.” you replied, you hear the stranger let out a hum in response. 
“well then, shall we make it your scene?” you cringed at his line, and it seems that he found it hilarious too as he let out a chuckle. “was that an attempt at flirting?”
“did it work?” “no.” 
the stranger laughed and from the corner of your eye, you can see the way he tilts his head back in laughter, his black and violet hair emphasized by the led lights of the club. 
“you’re interesting.” “thanks.” “not much of a talker” you shook your head a little at him. 
“i don’t even know who you are.” he smirks at your statement before placing a hand in front of you. 
“ran haitani.” “(y/n) (l/n).” ran as he tested out your name, finding the sound from his tongue to be smooth. 
“well, (y/n). can i buy you a drink?” you nod your head slightly. it seemed that ran liked that answer as he calls for the attention of the bartender who widened his eyes at the sight of him, something you noticed. 
once you ordered, you and ran fell into a natural conversation. you can still see hina from the corner of your eyes who was now dancing with the other bridesmaid, emma was looking at you with a drunk smile on her face. 
“this doesn’t seem like your type of scene, no?” ran questioned as you took a sip of your drink. you shook your head as you put the glass down. “what gave it away?”
“well for one, you went down with tachibana who went straight to the dancefloor and when she tried to coerce you into it, you looked like you’d rather die.” ran laughed. 
“second, well–” “you know hina?” ran nods. “that’s hanagaki’s fiance, no?” you nod. 
“is he a friend of yours?” “an acquaintance.” “i see… you were saying?”  
“well, second, it’s the way you dress.” you gave him an offended look to which he raised his hands up in surrender. “i didn’t mean it in a bad way.” ran said. 
“it just doesn’t seem like the type of clothes a local clubgoer would wear” “local clubgoer?” you smirked playfully, ran let out a small chuckle at that. 
“speaking of clothes, what about you? you’re wearing a three piece suit as we speak.” you take notice at the way he straightened up just a tad bit. “a business deal, perhaps?” 
ran tilts head with a small smirk, taking a sip of his whiskey. 
“close.” you look at him confusedly. “i’m seeing how the bar is operating.” “are you a critic of some sort?” 
“doll, i own the club.” oh. 
the look of surprise on your face was enough to have him laugh and for you to pout in retaliation. 
“how the hell was i supposed to know?” ran’s laughter died down a bit as he shook his head. “you’re adorable, doll.”
he found you intriguing. when he saw hina walk down, he was about to greet her but when he saw you trailing behind her, safe to say that the breath in his lungs were knocked out of him. you looked mesmerizing, it was clear that you were like a fish out of water as you warily eyed the dance floor and shook your head when hina whined for you to join her. ran watched with focused eyes as you dodged the drunken bodies and sat by the corner seat of the bar, keeping a watchful eye on your friend, that’s when he decided to approach you. 
“do you wanna get out of here?” ran asked, a bit nervous on how you bit your bottom lip in thought. your eyes turned towards the drunken group on the dancefloor who were known as your friends before you turned back to his waiting eyes. 
“why?” 
“not going to lie, doll. i find you interesting and i want to get to know you better.” your face warmed at his straightforwardness. 
“i think we’re getting to know each other well here.” you teased, ran scoffs. “come on, doll. i know this diner that’s open all night that serves the best fries in town.” you let out a small laugh at his negotiating skills before asking another question. 
“is this a date?“ ran smirked handsomely. “it’s whatever you want it to be, doll. but personally, no. i’d want to take you out somewhere else and not some diner at 2am.” you laughed before you relented, taking his hand that was in front of you. 
a sudden cheer was heard from the side as you see emma, hina and the rest of the bridesmaids cheering at the exchange. you rolled your eyes playfully as ran drags you out of the bar, protectively shielding you away from the rowdy drunken bodies on the way out. 
once the both of you were out, ran took his car keys and turned on his car, unlocking the passenger seat and gesturing for you to get in. you did so, texting your friends the situation before you clasped the seatbelt on. 
“aww. i wanted to do it for you.” ran pouted playfully to which you rolled your eyes at. you told him to just drive, and he did so, the silence in the car comforting the both of you. 
once in the diner, you and ran had the chance to talk clearer, unlike the club that was filled with white noise and bass. 
you find yourself intrigued at the man in front of you who talked and listened attentively to you. 
from your conversations, you found out that he knew hina because he beat up hanagaki’s friends when they were younger, you only shook your head at that, not even surprised. 
your best friend emma was getting married to an ex-delinquent and draken was one of the kindest males you know, so really. you couldn’t be bothered to be disgusted or scared as he shares bits of information of his past to you. 
when it was getting a bit too late. you and ran decided to call it a night. he once again opened the car door for you as he asked for directions to your house. you gave it to him after a bit of teasing that he might stalk you, to which he laughed and denied. 
“is this the place?” ran asked as he stopped at the front of your apartment. you nod, clicking the seatbelt off only to be stopped by his hand in front of you. 
you turned to look at him questioningly, he only smiled before reaching to the center console and fished out his phone, turning it on and giving it to you once he opened the contact application. 
“can’t have you bail out on our date on saturday, right?” you smile teasingly at him as you typed in your digits. “just one night and you already can’t get enough of me?” 
ran bites his tongue as he smiles back at you. 
“could say the same about you, doll.” 
“good night, ran.” “no good night kiss?” 
“maybe after the third date.” “third?!”
you laughed at him before stepping out of the car. “depends. maybe if you woo me enough on saturday, i’ll give you one on the cheek.” you wink playfully before shutting the door. 
ran watches your figure slowly disappear from his sight before he drives off with a dumb grin on his face. 
he can’t wait for saturday.
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rindou: 
there’s peace in music, rindou likes to believe. 
but there’s no peace in his head for this night. he wants to go home. 
he thought that playing dj for the nightclub he and his brother owned would be fun, but 45 minutes in, he already finds himself dreading the next few minutes. rindou couldn't count the amount of people he had to shoo away because they'd mistaken the dj booth as the bar. 
how couldn't this be fun? rindou was making people listen to his remixed tracks, a new dynamic of medleys were mixed and in his opinion, they sounded good. but he didn't feel good. the younger haitani thinks that he could've just been remixing a new track or testing out new beats he discovered. much to his chagrin, he had another 20 minutes to stand in the front and middle of the crowd, trying to appease their very different shitty taste in club music. 
"hey, mr. dj! look over here!" he hears an pitchy intoxicated voice call out for him. he turns with a tired expression before he directs you to the correct path towards the bar, at this point he felt like that was what he was programmed to do while he was standing. 
you shot him a confused look before gesturing to the cocktail you had on your hand with a cheeky smile.
"that's not what i'm here for!" you slur a bit, the amount of cocktails you had was hindering you from making cohesive words. rindou only cocked a brow upwards as if he was gesturing you to go on. 
you giggled drunkenly. "do you know who made this remix?" rindou blinked, the song currently playing was something he experimented on. he thinks there was a few lacking details but decided on playing the song tonight nonetheless.
you see the confused look that rindou shoots you causing you to take a swig of the cocktail. 
"dude, i'm not sure if you notice… because it's kinda just your job to play the tracks but like–" you were drunkenly stammering at this point and rindou was too amused to interrupt you, going as far as lowering the music just a tiny bit to hear you better. 
"there's something about this track that just speaks to me, you know?" you continue as if you were talking about wisdom and rindou wants to laugh so bad but you were indirectly complimenting his mixing skills so who was he to interrupt?
"so anyway, do you know who the mixer is?" you finish off your cocktail and in all honesty, rindou was surprised you were still standing. 
wanting to give you a shock, rindou cleared his throat before gesturing to himself. 
"yours truly." he says, wanting to see how you would react. 
you shot him a confused look before trailing your eyes down his body and it would be a lie to say that rindou didn't subtly flex why you devoured him with your eyes. he was waiting for you to be flustered, embarrassed, any emotion that would've elicit some sort of reaction from you. 
but your lips part as if from amazement and your eyes found his and with your loopy smile, rindou waited for your response. 
"oh shit, for real? can i bag you?"  rindou choked on his spit at your straightforwardness, a tinge of red decorating his cheeks as he sputters out a reaction. 
"what do you mean?" rindou asks, unsure.
"have you seen yourself?" you gestured to his physique. "damn."
rindou felt as if he was being part of a social experiment. he's always been the one chasing girls in his youth but later on got lazy and decided to stay a bachelor, he wasn't used to this kind of straightforwardness.
especially not from someone as pretty as you. and you seemed to like his works… really, what was stopping rindou from asking your hand in marriage? 
"what's your name?" you asked as rindou quickly changes the song into the basic club song that everyone in the room cheered for. rindou wanted to roll his eyes but decided against it, good music is hard to come by anyway. 
"haitani rindou." he introduces himself, he looks back at his watch and notices he has 5 more minutes before he clocks out. "you?"
“(y/n).” you grin. rindou nods as he mentally tested the way your name sounded. 
“well, (y/n). i have 5 more minutes before i clock out, do you wanna get out of here?”
you threw your head back as you laughed, you slowly shook your head ‘no’ before grabbing the notepad where he wrote the tracks he played. you grabbed the pen that was right beside it, jotting down your numbers before tearing it up and placing it into rindou’s front jacket pocket. 
“i can’t leave my friend unattended, yuzuha’s probably already looking for me… so.” you gestured to his pocket that suddenly felt heavier. 
“text me.” you wink before turning around and letting yourself be pushed away by the drunken bodies on the dance floor. 
it was rindou’s time to clock out. but before he could try finding you in the midst of the dancing bodies, he was pulled away by ran who smirked as he held his younger brother’s arm. 
“not so fast, loverboy. we have business to attend to.” rindou huffs but remembers that he basically begged ran for the opportunity to play with the dj booth, ran relented seeing as they had time. but it was 30 minutes before their meeting and rindou knew he can’t find a loophole to this so he let the older haitani pull him to the exit, making a mental reminder to text you first thing tomorrow. 
shit. shit. rindou couldn’t find the piece of paper that you placed in his jacket. he remembers looking at it before he changed into the suit ran prepared but he lost sight of it. fuck. rindou only memorized the first 5 numbers and he was kind of tempted to dial every single possible number combination with the first 5 numbers as base. but he knew that would be ridiculous. 
“fuck!” rindou swore out loud as he slammed his fist on the table. “dude, not the table.” ran said as he walked by the living room. rindou only gave out a glare to which ran raised his hands in defense. 
“what the hell is your problem?” ran asked as he sat down beside his brother on the plush couch of their apartment. 
rindou stayed quiet, trying to wring his brain dry for the last digits of your number. 
maybe if he just texted you as soon as he was off, this wouldn’t have happened. 
“oi, rin.” ran smacked the back of rindou’s head when the younger didn’t respond. rindou just gave his older brother a glare, still not answering. 
rindou didn’t even know why he was so affected about losing your number. but for some reason, you wouldn’t leave his head. was it because of the way you managed to fluster him? was it because you were pretty and turned multiple heads in the club? or was it because you appreciated his craft? 
rindou wasn’t so sure. 
the younger haitani stood up, ran’s eyes trained on his brother as rindou took his house keys and wallet before leaving the apartment. 
“where are you going, rin?” 
“out.” was all he said as he shut the door. ran smirked as he turned on the television. “damn loverboy.”
rindou’s mind traced back to the club last night, to your conversation in particular. he wanted to talk to you again. fuck. you were probably waiting for his text, weren’t you? why didn’t he just give his number? if he gave his number, this wouldn’t have happened and he could’ve asked you out on a da— 
“shit!” a voice interrupts, rindou was cut off from his thought process preparing himself to tell the person to watch where they’re going but as he raised his head to look at the person, the words got caught up in his throat. 
“(y/n)?” rindou was too caught up in a daze to realize that he bumped your hot beverage on your top. once he looked down, his eyes widened, immediately launching into apologies. 
rindou wanted to punch himself, the time he actually sees you, he messes things up? how dumb of him. but before he could say any more apologies, he was cut off by you laughing at him. 
“really, mr. dj? do you really want me to take my clothes off that badly?” you smiled teasingly. rindou sputters at your words. 
clearly there was barely a difference between drunk you and sober you. but who was rindou to make that judgement?
“i’m sorry…” rindou says before shrugging his jacket off. “here. wear this.” you laugh softly before shaking your head. “it’s fine, rindou.” you assure. “i wasn’t going anywhere important.” 
“well if that’s the case–” rindou spoke before his brain could even process his thoughts. “would you like to go on a date with me?” 
you stared at him in reply and rindou found himself overthinking just a little bit. 
“right now?” “y-yeah. you did say that you weren’t going anywhere important.” 
“rindou… my top is stained.” “oh shit, you’re right.” you laugh at the blush that sprung on the male’s face, having enough fun on the teasing, your hand gently took the jacket from him. 
“hm,, i might take you up on that date when i look more presentable.” you teased as you wore his jacket, his scent immediately filling your senses, rindou barely took in the sight before you bid goodbye.
“well, i’ll see you.” you turn around only to be stopped by rindou’s hand on your wrist. you turned back with a confused look before his phone was thrusted to you. 
“your number.” rindou says, looking down in shame. “i uh… i lost the paper with your number on it. i was supposed to text you when i got home but… yeah.” he says, words getting quieter after another. 
he felt your soft hand take his phone from him and input your number on the device. with a flirty smile, you sent yourself a winky emoji, pulling out your phone from your pocket once you did so. showing the male that his message went through. 
“well, mr. dj. it seems like you have no excuse.” you say before your expression turns into a mischievous one. 
“i’ll return the jacket when you text me for our date.” you say before walking away, still within earshot. 
“or maybe you can take it off from me one day.” you wink before turning the corner. 
rindou stood still as the exchange between the two of you ends, a red tint on his cheeks. he turns around and got back to his apartment. 
“oh, that’s a short walk?” ran points out as rindou trudges to his room. not giving ran a response. 
ran can wait. he has a date to plan.
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note: this took me longer than i thought it would (only bc i've been binging bllk and doing college related things pls help). i hope you liked this! i had a lot of fun writing it <;33
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❀ SISTER, SISTER (REWRITE) | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 sano family 💿  female reader, second pov (you/your), angst and fluff, hurt / comfort, family, platonic relationship, implied soulmates, tw: canonical character death, au - canon divergence, timeline: pre-canon (headcanon), timeline: pre-moebius (imagine), headcanon + imagine 📅 july 21, 2021 🎙️ i accidentally deleted this. i had to rewrite… if someone has the original copy, please i beg of you, SEND it to me. i don’t really care if you plagiarized it or something, just give me the copy i beg. I had a breakdown because of this. 🔗 masterlist ,, parts: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05
Sano Shinichiro’s best friend isn’t just his platonic soulmate, they’re also his younger sibling’s older sister.
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☆ Sano Shinichiro has a lot of tight-knit relationships (4lifers, some may say), but there is one that everyone unanimously agreed was his closest one.
☆ It was a wonder to some how the two of you become such close companions. To some, after seeing Sano Shinichiro with you, they easily understood.
☆ Meeting in school as his underclassman, it didn’t take long for you to get roped into his gang’s bullshit. It wasn’t that you were an official member but you were definitely someone. Someone to Sano Shinichiro. Someone.
☆ Sano Shinichiro is batshit crazy, especially during his younger years. It just so happened that you were crazy as well.
☆ In high school, you guys were definitely uncontrollable. Whatever Shinichiro did, you tagged along.
☆ As you grew older, the both of you were definitely calmer, outgrowing that childish recklessness the both of you had always shared.
☆ It was love. Not romantically, but it was love. The kind of love that Shinichiro was sure that in some other universe, the two of you were together as well.
☆ When someone tried insinuating that the two of you could start dating each other, the response was instant.
“With this asshole?” “With this bitch?”
☆ Shinichiro wonders if the reason why he’s always getting rejected by girls is because you’re always with him. You scoffed.
“Trust me, it’s not me. They just don’t like you.” “I have a great personality!” “Well your face isn’t that great.”
☆ Once Shin introduced you to his family, it was all over.
☆ Mikey had no reaction to your presence in the house at the start, blatantly ignoring you, giving you dead-eyes. You coddled on him, to his chagrin.
☆ Emma, on the other hand, adored you. To the point that Shinichiro and Manjiro wondered if this was really their sister.
☆ You managed to bribe Mikey with sweets. Not that you needed to because when he saw you picking on Shinichiro, he loved you already.
☆ As much as they want you to be a part of the family officially, they begged you not to marry their brother.
“Honestly, you can do better, Y/n-nee.” “Yeah. Shinichiro isn’t worth it.” “I’m right here?!” “We know.”
☆ Shinichiro thinks that they love you more than they love him. He doesn’t quite mind.
☆ Keisuke is Manjiro’s… friend, if you can even call him that. Mikey beats him up for fun. (In his defense, Baji asks for it.)
☆ It was only when you saw Manjiro literally kick a guy twice his size on the face, knocking them out cold, did you realize that this kid could literally kill you.
“Is Manjiro safe?” “Why are you saying that as if he’s some dog?”
☆ You love the kid, either way.
☆ You’d defend him from whatever happens. But if it’s a fight, you’re dropping out. Fuck no. Mikey can fight for himself. (If anything, you’re the one getting beat up.)
“Y/n-nee, Shinichiro hit me!” “Shin, don’t hit him! That was too hard.” “Why are you taking his side?!” “He brought home snacks for me and you’ve been pissing me off lately.”
☆ It does weird you out how he laughs at horror movies when the four of you watch at home, though. Everyone is screaming. You don’t know if he’s laughing at the gory scene on the television or at everyone’s reaction.
☆ Movie nights with the Sano family start during the afternoon because everyone wants a chance to pick a movie. 
☆ Sometimes, you get suspicious of Shinichiro disappearing randomly. He doesn’t answer your calls, nor his siblings’. When he comes back and you ask him to explain, he just grins at you and ruffles your hair. Asshole.
“It’s a secret.”
☆ MALL DATES WITH THE SANO FAMILY !!!
☆ It was supposed to be shopping with Emma but three people were tagging along, acting as if it was a coincidence, because they wanted attention from you as well.
☆ It would be a bloodbath. Emma wants to go shopping, Shinichiro wants to go to the arcade, Mikey wants to go home, Keisuke wants to go to a pet shop. 
☆ You want to go to the movies. That’s impossible because you’d never get to pick the movie you want to watch.
☆ When you get home, everyone is knocked out tired. After a whole day of complaining and fighting, you didn’t expect anything else. (You were also half-dead on the couch after all.)
☆ You stay over so much at Sano's house that you’re basically a member of that household. Their grandfather doesn’t quite mind.
☆ Their grandfather appreciates your presence in the house. It seems as if it has been livelier with you around. He doesn’t mind the noise.
☆ He  doesn’t quite understand how you can stand his grandchildren. For one, his eldest, Sano Shinichiro is running around, creating a gang and picking fights and getting his ass handed to him. Manjiro started calling himself some name, is addicted to fights, and refuses to learn anything else because apparently he’s going to take over Tokyo or something. Emma is… Well, that child seems to hate everyone. Then, there’s also Mikey’s friend, Keisuke. He doesn’t even have to say anything about that kid.
☆ He finally understood when he saw you laughing as you watched Keisuke and Manjiro get chased by wild dogs.
“She’s just as insane as them.”
☆ He says all of that but he loves all four of his grandchildren.
☆ Sometimes, it felt like you lived in that house more than your own. Shinichiro’s room is yours. (He did not agree to this. You sleep on his bed anyway.)
☆ Emma loves playing with your hair and styling it. She complains that her brothers’ hairs are too short. (That’s part of the reason why Mikey grew his out.)
☆ She also learned cooking from you. Honestly, you don’t know how they survived this long. The only thing Shinichiro can cook is curry and it’s shit.
“Shinichiro’s cooking sucks.” “You brat! Try starving!” “Instead of eating your food? Gladly.”
☆ Shinichiro annoys you to teach him how to cook better as well. Emma told him to get out of her kitchen.
☆ Mikey has this habit of judging people. He will blackmail you even before he learns the word blackmail. Be careful.
☆ Emma also has a bit of judging people, specifically her brothers. More specifically, Shinichiro’s sense of style and Manjiro’s inability to eat anything that isn’t sweet. She says that’s why he’s so stupid, his brain is filled with sugar.
☆ You can tell that the kids love each other so much though. You just hope that they can show that… properly.
☆ Shinichiro loves taking videos of everything, he uses this camcorder that was gifted to him years ago, on his 7th birthday. He has a shelf of tapes in his room. Later down the row, your videos were in the Sano Family Collection.
☆ It’s always noisy at that house. But it’s expected as it is home to five people.
☆ It only became silent when Shinichiro died.
☆ Everything was different after Shinichiro died. 
☆ On the night he died, that was the one night you chose to laugh at him when he asked if you wanted to stay at the shop with him to help fix up Mikey’s birthday gift for tomorrow.
“Hey, Y/n! You better be there for Mikey’s birthday tomorrow.” “How could I not go to my favorite Sano’s birthday?” “I thought that I was your favorite Sano- Don’t laugh!” “Goodnight, Shin.”
☆ Manjiro called you an hour later; that was your last conversation with Shinichiro.
☆ Of course, it hurt you. How could it not? Almost ten years of your life was spent with him, from high school until adulthood. He was family. He was someone. He was Shinichiro.
☆ Sometimes, it felt like a part of you died with him that night.
☆ But you had to be strong. Mikey and Emma were lost, confused, and they were looking at you. How could you show them that you didn’t feel like yourself anymore?
☆ You put on a smile, hardened yourself, and took care of them. They were your kids as much as they were Shinichiro’s.
☆ You spend the nights crying.
☆ Emma refused to leave your side. She cried when you even tried stepping out of the house’s door.
☆ Mikey never left his room the days that followed Shinichiro’s death. He barely ate, the meals you left outside his door barely eaten. You had to beg him to go out of his room on the day of the funeral. He almost didn’t come.
“Mikey, please. Please. Go see your brother before he has to go. Please, Manjiro.”
☆ You cried outside his door that morning. Begging him.
☆ He came out, eyes red, lips pursed.
☆ The funeral was attended by family, friends, members, people whose lives were changed because of Shinichiro. You find that in funerals, you can see how good of a person the deceased is from the people that visit.
☆ You had no tears left to cry during the funeral, even when people came to pat your shoulder and tell you that he was a good person. You knew that. Shinichiro is a good person. They didn’t have to tell you.
☆ You caught a glance of a boy with light hair standing at the very back. You didn’t recognize him but something was pulling you to him. He left before you could approach him.
☆ The first night after Shinichiro was laid down on his final resting place, you found yourself on the couch in the living room.
☆ That night was the hardest you ever cried for Sano Shinichiro.
☆ The silence was unbearable. 
☆ It took so long to finally stop shedding tears over the dead. When you realized that you stopped crying for him, it made you break down even more.
☆ You couldn’t understand how Mikey and Emma manage to go about their day as if nothing was wrong. How they declined therapy, or seeing someone. 
☆ You never knew that it was because you were right there. They could act as if nothing was wrong because you were still there.
☆ Sometimes, you just want to run away and never look back. To forget about Shinichiro, about Mikey, Emma, their whole bloodline. It was heavy. It was so heavy. But you didn’t.
☆ That was love.
☆ But it was Mikey and Emma who insisted that you take the job offer overseas.
“We’ll be fine here, Y/n-nee.” “Yeah, we’re not babies. We can take care of ourselves just fine.” “Well, I can. Mikey can’t.” “Hey!”
☆ Your eyes were teary when you packed your bags and left, promising them that it would only be for a while, that you’d come back soon.
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“They’re at their little meeting.”
You feel the breeze caress your skin, like an old friend greeting you home. Shibuya never changed in the years that you were gone. From their grandfather’s words, it seemed like the Sano siblings didn’t change as well. Seriously, why is the meeting still at night?
You just came back to Japan and the very first place that you went was, of course, home. The Sano Household. Only to find out that the two kids that you were planning to surprise weren't even there.
Their grandfather had welcomed you warmly like you were his own grandchild, telling you that as usual, they were out having a little meeting. You thanked him, leaving your bags, before finding yourself in the cold once more.
You were unofficially officially tasked to drag them home.
Mikey you can understand, but Emma? Why in the world is she hanging out with her brother? In her brother’s meeting? In her brother’s gang meeting? You wondered if starting or being in gangs was in the bloodline. It’s as if the Sano Siblings were destined to trouble, as if they’d get sick if they aren’t fighting something.
You adjust the plastic bag on your wrist. You bought some ingredients for dorayaki, planning on spending the night to make some with the siblings because you know that Manjiro wouldn’t be able to wait until tomorrow.
God, I love these kids too much.
The silence of the night was peaceful.
The silence of the night was broken by bellowing. 
“Who in the world is screaming in the dead of the night?”
You sighed, starting your trek up the steps of Musashi shrine. It wasn’t until midway did you finally start to recognize that voice. “Manjiro?” What the fuck.
Hurrying to the top, the shrine was crowded by rows of black uniforms, young teens in lines looking up at the shrine where the familiar strands of blond stood. You blink.
For a second, you saw Black Dragon. 
For a second, you saw Sano Shinichiro.
You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips, unheard in the midst of one Sano Manjiro’s yelling. Last you heard, there were barely 10 guys in the Tokyo Manji Gang. To think that that snotty brat who refused to eat anything that isn’t sweet is leading such a huge group, is succeeding in his once little dream.
Manjiro looked like Shinichiro, you realize, standing at the very back.
You shook yourself out of your stupor. No. You refuse to let yourself walk backwards, to let yourself see things that aren’t there, to remember moments long past.
Emma is standing off to the side with a cute girl beside her. At least she didn’t seem to be a part of the gang, wearing civilian clothes that you hoped was keeping her warm. You don’t want her getting sick. You march forward, ignoring the looks sent your way by the members as they try to stop you.
Without a pause, you start matching Manjiro’s screaming just as Emma starts, “Y/n-nee!-”
“Shut the hell up, Sano Manjiro!”
The silence of the night returns.
Wide obsidian eyes stare into your as you stand at the very front, at the bottom of the stairs where Mikey stood. “It is eleven in the fucking evening. Everyone is asleep. None of your members are talking. So tell me, why the fuck are you screaming?!”
There were murmurs behind you. He doesn’t seem to mind, a grin splitting his face, the cold mask he was wearing breaking as he jumps down, skipping steps. “Y/n-nee!”
“We’re going home!”
You step to the side, letting him land on the space where you once were, knowing that you were going to get tackled if you hadn’t dodge. Mikey is unnerved, simply turning around and jumping on you, arm hitting your throat.
Draken looked exasperated, knowing that the President wasn’t going to go back to whatever he was saying and it was up to him to adjourn for the night.
“You’re back!” He looks at the plastic bag. “ARE THOSE FOR DORAYAKI?!”
“Nuh-uh! Go back up there and finish your little club meeting.”
“But Ken-chin-”
“No!”
Mikey pouts as he gets pushed off of you. Ken gives you a thankful look as if you were an angel sent by the heavens to rein their spontaneous boss back. “Let’s go, Emma,” you call to the girl already hurrying over.
“Y/n-”
“No.”
You turn your back to Mikey, grabbing Emma’s hand as she looks at you with wide eyes, a growing smile on her lips. Seriously, screaming at 11 in the evening at a shrine where no one is talking? You worry for Mikey sometimes. 
“Keisuke, you’re invited as well,” you tell the boy in passing, glancing at the blond beside him. “Bring your pretty friend over as well.”
“Y/n-nee, when did you come back?”
You smile at her. “Just now.”
“And you headed straight here?”
Technically, no. You headed home. “Where else would I go if not to you and Mikey?”
It's just that your home is the Sano Family.
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thvkei · 6 months
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think you can handle one more? ft. baji k.
# tw // (1) pussy slap, overstimulation, cum eating.
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“fuck!” you sob out again, practically clawing at his thick hand as it pries open your legs, “n-no, no—i can’t—“
you squeak as a burst of pink electricity shoots through your cunt, the sound of a slap ringing out.
baji growls, “try ‘n push me away again ‘n see where it gets ya.”
your clit aches, pulsing from the keen hit. as your vision fuzzies, so do your thoughts. “s-sorry… so sorry. i won’t…”
baji grins at this, wide, boyish, and toothy. “atta girl.���
the lewdness in his expression draws a moan out of you, followed by his tough fingers working between your folds.
“so pretty.” he purrs, easily dizzying you. “prettiest pussy i ever seen.”
“kei…” you shudder, back arching as he softly works you open.
“mhm… you feelin’ good, baby?” he asks, already knowing the answer. the way you clench around him practically spells it all out.
you just mewl, cheeks hot as your hands flinch up to your face.
baji furrows his thickset brows. “nah. none of that.” he tugs at you with his free hand. “move em down.”
you wail as pleasure rushes through you in bubbly waves, lapping all your favorite spots. baji’s fingers curl, and your hands busy themselves in the black of his shirt.
“n-no, gonna—“
“gonna?” he smirks, brown eyes glinting with ferment.
“cum. gonna cum.” i whimper.
“then do it.” he shrugs, acting like your soft warbles weren’t luring out his more sadistic side. “make a mess on me, baby.”
as the pressure inside you sizzles, your ears ring loud, and you unintentionally claw at him.
with his eyes forming dark hearts, he watches as you fall apart, whole body trembling as his fingers piston in and out of your syrupy cunt.
a string of wet babbles meet his ears, and he coos. “fuck… so good. you’re so good.”
with an eager tongue, he laps up your aftermath, grinning as you try and push his head away.
“hey, baby…” he glints.
not that it will ever stop him.
“think you can handle one more?”
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pinkienoobie · 10 months
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● CHEATING PRANK ON TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS ● KEISUKE BAJI ●
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Author note: I have already made a part 1 of Mikey.
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Baji loves to pull pranks on you because you always fell for them. But this time you decided to get revenge. "Darling can you bring these things" you send him out to buy groceries so that you had enough time to prepare for the prank. You called chifuyu to over to your house and told him the prank. Surprisingly he agreed.
When Baji was returning home he saw chifuyu's bike parked outside. "Huh? Did Chifuyu came to meet me?" He rushed to the house and noticed that the door is open "Y/N Why is the door open? Atleast close the door" he shouted hoping to get a response but didn't. The next thing he heard was a loud moan of yours. "What the hell is she doing?" He got close to your room's door and tried to open it but it didn't. "Y/N are you sure Baji-san is not here? I am scared he will see us like that" this made Baji confused and worried. "Ahhh Chifuyu- stop" you said. Now Baji's blood was boiling with anger after he analysed the situation and was ready to break the door in front of him. "Y/N OPEN THE DOOR OR ELSE" he said banging the door rapidly but you ignored it. "Y/N..." tears started rolling down his face and he began to sob. You both heard him crying and opened the door. "Baji!? It was a prank I am sorry babe" you said as you hugged him. "Baji-san Please forgive me" Chifuyu said looking at his feet. Baji hugged you tightly and said "don't ever do this to me again idiot".
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lalunanymph · 2 years
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Riding Shin's motorcycle? Good.
Riding Shin's cock? Better.
Riding Shin's face? The best.
Ah yes. Smother Shin's face with your juices and suffocate him with your pussy and thighs. He'll die happy.
NOAISJSJDJ not the he will d word im cryingggsh 😭 but truly, shin is one of the best puthay eaters in tr, fight me on this
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𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 — s. shinichiro
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sano shinichiro was, and always will be, a giver.
it didn’t matter that he wanted the last slice of pizza—the moment your eyes clapped on it, he’s already pushing it onto your plate without a whisper of complaint.
he even endured mikey’s teasing despite his brother being almost half his age (and height) with good-natured chuckles regardless if those ribbings were directed at his previously non-existent love life.
he would give emma his hoodies when it got cold, dutifully cleaned up his grandpa’s dojo after hours and would help the old dango auntie push her cart without fail towards the market every morning even if he was running late to open his workshop.
that was partly the reason you fell in love with him.
partly the reason why you were on his bed, in nothing but a flimsy white lingerie set, currently having your back blown out by one very eager and utterly giving shinichiro.
“s-shin,” your voice wobbled, eyes scintillating over with tears. “a-ah—hngg you’re so b-big.”
“yeah,” he breathed onto your neck, the imprint of his grin growing against your feverish skin. “you like it, baby?”
like it? fuck—you lived for this.
his sweat dripping down the expanse of your back, your tits squished onto his mattress, those large, veiny hands gripping your hips in a bruising grasp. you lived for every single second.
never would you have imagined that shinichiro would take your little “birthday gift” and turn it around onto you. but sano shinichiro was infuriatingly built that way—a giver through and through.
he pulled out, leaving your pussy achingly empty, and before you could beg for him to fill you up again, he manhandled you onto your back; his larger frame almost smothering yours into the mattress.
“shin—“
he twisted you in his grasp, letting you sit on his chest, until his chin bumped your pubic bone.
the sight of him below you, breathing hard and with flushed cheeks, sent both a thrill of embarrassment and delight down your spine.
“shin,” you whined and he chuckled, strained from restraining himself to not just lift your hips and seal his mouth over your drooling cunt. you were so cute when you became all pouty because of him. “it’s s‘possed to be your birthday.”
those thick fingers dug into your hips, dragging you closer to his waiting lips. “i know baby, i know,” he soothed in husky baritone. “but be a good girl and do this for me, yeah?”
he nudged you close enough for his lips to skim over the wet spot forming across your innocent white thong. “make me happy and sit on my face, princess.”
you didn’t have the time to refuse him, not when he curled the seat of your panties aside and delved right into your pussy like a starved man.
your hips twitched, a scream wrenched from the depths of your throat as you sealed you into place with his firm grip, sucking on your clit like it was his favorite candy.
it left you a wreck—nails digging into his headboard, one hand between your legs, twined in the sea of his dark hair, your thighs trembling almost violently.
“f-fuck—shin!”
he growled—actually fucking growled like an animal—and hooked his thumbs under the flap of your bra cups, dragging them down to play with your nipples while he continued lapping at your folds.
there was nowhere you could go—no place to wiggle away from the onslaught of searing pleasure.
“shin!” you started to sob, already going dumb on his tongue.
it was so fucking messy—his tongue deep in your walls, your pussy leaking like a faucet down his chin, dripping onto the bed, your thighs almost clamping down on his ears, his calloused fingers twisting and tugging, twisting and tugging, and twisting and tugging at your swollen buds repeatedly until you were poised at the edge.
the thought of fully sinking your weight down on him sparked panic through you, and you rocked on your heels, thighs burning from the exertion. but, shin was determined for you to cum on his tongue, pushing your hips down until your tired muscles gave way and your plush pussy collapsed onto his eager mouth.
you twisted around slightly to find his hips pitifully circling the air, cock a bright shade of red and leaking trickles of white onto his thighs.
the thought of shin focusing on your pleasure while neglecting his own fueled you with dark pleasure and you choked back on a moan, tossing your head back till the tips of your hair tickled his lower belly.
“gonna cum, baby,” you gasped, rocking your hips back and forth over the tip of his nose.
between your thighs, shin’s gravelly and deep voice reverberated through your abused and sensitive clit.
“cum for me, princess.”
your eyes rolled back into your head, mouth falling wide open. your entire pussy throbbed incessantly and you tripped over the edge, screaming his name.
“shin-nyyyy!” your wails were like music to his ears.
your release triggered his own and he spilled his entire load like a fucking virgin, hips twitching and cock pulsing from the overstimulation.
goddamn, he licked a strip from your ass to your clit, messily swiping his tongue through every tight seam to lap at your juices.
best. birthday. present. ever.
you were already shaking and twitching, expelling cute little mewls when he didn’t stop eating you out.
but shinichiro was far from done with you; his cock still needed to stuff you full with his seed if he wanted you swollen and pretty with his babies come next summer.
maybe that will be your next birthday present to him—a house full of mini shinichiros and you. the family he always wanted with the love of his life.
fuck. he could cry at the mental image of you carrying his baby if he wasn’t so focused on rousing another orgasm from your spasming cunt.
“shit, shit—holy fucking—nghhh,” shin groaned through a mouthful of your folds when his spent cock twitched back to life, your pussy juices nearly drowning him but he couldn’t find a single fuck to give.
“s-shin—a-ah!” you sobbed, fucked-out pretty face marred with tears and drool, your grip in his hair tightening. “want m-more!”
even if he died right this instant, he would walk towards the gates of heaven with a swing in his step, grinning and whistling a mindless tune to hammer in how insanely happy he was in this instance.
his next words left you breathless with anticipation, two long fingers curling into your heat and a sweet smile growing across his wet cheeks.
“happy fucking birthday to me.”
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tokyothirstygang · 11 months
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Your bff Chifuyu is everything a girl could want: hot, loyal, and adorably stupid. There’s only one problem with your golden boy…he thinks he’s bad in bed. Good thing he has a friend like you willing to help him improve his dick game
You’re lounging around on a Saturday night with your best friend, Chifuyu.
He seems distant as he sits on the couch with you, eyes trained on the TV but clearly spaced out.
“Chifuyu? Hello? Are you okay? You’ve seemed…off all day.”
He doesn’t respond until you grab a pillow and chuck it at his head.
“Hey! What the hell?”
He tries to throw the pillow back at you, but you catch it before it hits you.
“Sorry! I tried talking to you but you didn’t answer. What’s up with you? You’ve been weird since you got here.”
Chifuyu sighs and slumps down further into the couch.
“I can’t tell you. It’s too embarrassing.”
You turn to sit sideways on the couch to face him full on.
“I’ve literally seen you trip, rip your pants then land in dog poop. What could be more embarrassing that?”
His face flames at the memory.
“Hey, you said you’d never bring that up again!”
You fight off a smile, knowing it would only humiliate him further even though it was really funny at the time.
“Chifuyu forget about that. What’s bothering you? We tell each other everything.”
He bites at the cuticle around his thumb and bounces his leg up and down.
“Fine, but this conversation is never ever leaving this room, okay?”
You nod furiously, eager to know his big secret.
“Okay, well…last night I was with Anna, you know that girl I met at the bar? I don’t think she, uh, had a good time when we were together.”
Your eyebrows furrow.
“A good time doing what? Like hanging out with you?”
Chifuyu’s face hits full tomato status.
“No, not hanging out. When we were…” he trails off and it takes a moment for the realization to hit.
“Oh! When you were bed?”
Chifuyu groans in frustration and throws his head back.
“Yeah. It’s just-“ he reaches for a pillow and puts it over his face. “I don’t have that much experience. I know I’m not the best but I can’t be that bad, right?”
You accidentally snort at the question and he groans again.
“Im sorry! It’s just that we’ve never had sex so I wouldn’t really know what you’re like.”
“You know what? I really don’t want to talk about this right now. Forget I ever said anything.”
He leaves the couch and wanders over to the bar cart in the corner. He pours himself a shot of vodka and downs it immediately.
“You want one?” He asks and starts to pour you one before you even reply.
He comes back holding four shots- two for you two for him.
You both throw back all the shots, giggling and coughing the entire time.
When you’re both buzzed and warm, you catch yourself gazing at Chifuyu.
He was an extremely attractive man. Even if he wasn’t the best in bed yet any girl would still be lucky to have even bagged him in the first place.
That’s when your devious little mind gets an idea.
“Chifuyu…” your mouth starts talking before your brain can catch up and without realizing it, you say something that changes you both forever. “What if we had sex? If you think you’re bad in bed, you can practice with me.”
He stares at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
“W-what?”
“I said…” You scoot closer to him.“let’s have sex.”
He still looks startled, but you don’t miss the way his eyes briefly linger on your lips.
“We don’t have to. I wasn’t trying to pressure you I just…I just…” his words gets lost in this throat.
The more he looks at you the more he can’t ignore how soft and inviting your lips look. He also can’t ignore the way your shirt is clinging to your tits or how your eyes are lighting up with that mischievous glint.
“So what if we do have sex? What then? We can’t just be the same after that, can we?”
You know he’s right but the topic has already been put on the table. No going back now.
“Things don’t have to change. You’re just practicing with me. You’re probably just getting nervous when you’re with other girls, but you know me, right? We can just have fun with it. It’ll be like…a science experiment!”
Chifuyu shakes his head at the comparison.
“You’re treating my dick like a science experiment?”
You both fall into a fit of laughter. The whole idea starts to seem ridiculous until you catch sight of Chifuyu nervously bouncing his leg again.
You start to turn your attention back to the TV when Chifuyu’s hand lands gently on your thigh.
When you look at him you see his pupils are dilated and his cheeks are flushed.
“If we do this…promise it won’t ruin things with us.”
“I promise.” You hold out your pinky, and Chifuyu grins as he links his with yours.
“Okay, then.” He shifts himself off the couch and down onto the floor. He’s on his knees in front of you, and you’re confused until he reaches for the waistband of your sweatpants.
“Lift up.” He demands, and you immediately obey. He slides the pants and your underwear off together then gently pulls you to the edge of the couch.
“Spread your legs for me.” A jolt of adrenaline rushes through you as you open your legs and expose yourself to him.
He takes a moment to admire the view in front of him before moving his lips to your inner thighs. He’s making a point of teasing you by giving attention to every spot except for where you need him most.
“Chifuyu… please.” When you lift your hips up, he takes the hint and gives you what you want.
Immediately its clear why someone wanting a quick hook up might hate chifuyu: he eats pussy like he’s in love with you.
He’s making out with it like it’s your mouth, passionately kissing, sucking and sliding his tongue around it like he’s waited his whole life to have you spread out in front of him like this.
He’s slow and intentional about it, holding your hands and listening to every little sound you make to see what you like the most. He’s going to make sure you feel every little thing, and he’s going make sure it feels fucking good.
You writhe beneath him, lifting your hips up to ride his face. He lets you control him. Whenever you push his face in deeper, he happily obliges while securing your thighs around his head with his strong hands.
“Fuck! Chifuyu…”
When you cum, you cum hard. Harder than anyone has ever made you cum from just foreplay alone.
When you finally recover from your orgasm, you’re in complete shock.
If this was any indication of what he was like in bed, all of those other girls were definitely idiots.
Chifuyu was going to ruin you.
“Jesus, Chifuyu. You’re so good at that.”
He blushes at the compliment.
“Really? Thanks, I-I wasn’t sure.”
You sit up, lean forward, and gently grab his face. You kiss him eagerly, not missing the taste of yourself on his tongue.
“Let’s go to my bedroom.” You suggest, and he nods, immediately pressing his lips to yours again as soon as you’re done talking.
You stumble back to your room, feverishly kissing the entire way. When you finally get there, you’re entirely naked and Chifuyu is down to his boxers.
“What position do you want to try first?” You finally pull away from him long enough to catch your breath. You sit down on the edge of the bed and look up at him.
“Uh…I’m not sure. Maybe-“
“Oh my god.” You accidentally cut him off mid sentence. While he was talking you snuck a peek at the bulge in his boxers. Unless your eyes are playing tricks on you, his cock has to be big.
“Wait, let me see.” You reach forward and roll his boxers down his thighs. When you finally get a good look at it, your mouth drops open.
“What? What’s wrong?” Chifuyu’s eyebrows furrow in confusion .
“Nothing, it’s just…huge.”
You’re not exaggerating. It’s a long, thick cock that’s guaranteed to split you in half.
“Is that okay? Do you think you could take it?” His genuine concern is adorable…and sexy.
“Y-yeah we can make it work. Just tell me what you want.”
He decides he wants you from behind first so you get on to your hands and knees and brace yourself for him.
When he tries to enter you, you immediately clench around the tip.
“Oh, shit.” Chifuyu sighs at the friction. “You might be too tight for me.”
“Just go slow. I can take it.” You’ve never had someone as big as Chifuyu and now that you’re presented with the opportunity, you can’t back down.
He reaches around you and starts rubbing circles into your clit.
“Is that better?”
You nod, dizzy at the feeling of being slowly stretched and filled up.
When you manage to take him halfway, he leans down and presses kisses onto your spine.
“You’re doing so good for me. Shit, just keep taking it like that.”
That’s when you know Chifuyu has lost himself to his lust. Level headed Chifuyu would be way too shy to say something like that. You have officially entered uncharted territory with him.
As he sinks in a little more, he tests the waters by giving you two steady, deep thrusts. When you immediately cry out, he smiles to himself.
“Look at you. Already falling apart for me.”
You sigh and bite your lip as you grab a pillow and lie face down ass up.
Chifuyu takes that as a sign you’re ready and willing for him so he starts pounding into you.
Your brain doesn’t even know what sound to focus on: his growls, his hips crashing into you or your own screams of pleasure.
Within minutes he has you cumming all over him, chanting his name and gripping the sheets.
He waits for you to ride out your orgasm before he flips you over on to your back. You’re still seeing stars when he directs your attention to his dick.
"Look what you did to me.”
Around the middle of it is a sticky, white ring.
“Creaming all over my fucking cock when I was barely inside you.”
You’re still in complete awe at the way he’s been talking to you. You initiated the sex thinking you were going to teach him some tricks but instead he was unlocking new kinks for you.
“Come here.” He backs off the bed and stands in front it. He pulls you up and to the edge of the mattress. “Clean up your mess.”
When you look up into his eyes you see they’re dark and animalistic.
Your sweet Chifuyu is gone.
You take him into your mouth, almost immediately gagging because of his size. If you thought taking him into your pussy was hard, this was on a whole other level.
He gently rocks his hips forward, sliding himself in and out of your mouth.
Your eyes are watering and you can barely breathe but he looks so gorgeous with his head thrown back and eyes closed you let him keep using you.
You continue to suck and choke on his cock for a couple of minutes before he finally pulls it out.
“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that. Get back on the bed for me.”
You assume he wants to go back to where you’d left off but he stops you as you try to get back on all fours.
“No, baby. Lie on your back for me.”
You do as he says and before you know he’s got your legs spread open and thrown over his thighs.
“I wanna see your pretty face while you take it.”
Just like that he’s sliding back into you, stretching you and making you feel full before he’s even started fucking.
When he finally does start moving his hips forward, you swear he’s going to rip you in half.
“Fuck! Chifuyu…you’re so…so big...” Your words only encourage him to keep going, and when he miraculously sinks fully into you, you both cry out.
“Shit…you’re the only one who’s been able to take me like this.” He confesses, sliding his hand down to toy with your clit. “Your pussy must be made for me.”
He intently watches your face and when his cock finds the spot that makes your eyes roll back, he keeps hitting it until you’re speechless.
You want to yell his name, moan in pleasure, and tell him you’re about to cum but it feels too good to do anything but just take it.
He feels you getting close and leans down to your eye level. He presses his forehead against yours while he strokes you slow and deep.
“I know you want to cum, baby.” He whispers and your toes curl. “Just let me have it. Make a mess on my cock.”
You find your voice again as your orgasm hits you hard. You scratch at his back as you scream his name over and over.
“Shit…ugh…baby…” Chifuyu pulls out and strokes himself a few times before he cums all over your stomach.
When he flops down in bed next to you, you’re completely confused.
“So, wait a minute…why exactly did you think you’re bad in bed?”
He lets out a shaky laugh as he tilts his head to look at you.
“I don’t know. I could never get it in all the way. I thought maybe they weren’t turned on enough to take it. Like maybe they didn’t really like me or something.”
You smack him with a pillow for the second time that night.
“You idiot! They couldn’t take it because you’re big not because they didn’t like you.”
Chifuyu glances at his dick as he considers it.
“Huh… maybe you’re right?”
You roll your eyes and playfully shove him.
“I think you’ve been in too many fights. Your brain is only operating at 5% these days.”
He chuckles as he rolls out of bed. He leaves the room and returns with a towel for you.
As you clean yourself off, you see Chifuyu sitting on the edge of the bed bouncing his leg again.
“So…how was I? You can tell me the truth.”
It’s baffling that he’s nervous again after everything you’d just gone through together.
“Chifuyu Matsuno, you have officially ruined other men for me.”
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Shout-out to all the big dick Chifuyu stans I hope everyone survived this story because I was losing my mind writing it 🥵 lmao
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Their ideal type in the bedroom
Summary: What acts you put on that gets them going in the bedroom.
Character: Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Kakucho
Warning: Smut, mature content.
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Ran
His type is the clueless innocent type.
He enjoys the look of nervousness in your eyes as he approaches you.
Will tease you for getting shy when he starts touching you over your clothes.
Your whiny moans from him just touching you makes him so hard and it’s not long till his removing every article of your clothing.
Love’s how you try to hide yourself when you’re naked.
“Don’t hide yourself princess”
When he gets into the act his slow at first teasing his tip at your entrance watching as you try to hold back your moans, to shy to let him see how you’re having fun.
Is only going to put it in when you’re a moaning mess.
When the two of you finally get into the rhythm of fucking he goes faster.
And he knows once you’re on his dick that shy demeanor is gone as you moan and cry on his cock for me.
“Ran fuck me harder” you moan out drooling from your mouth as Ran fucks you in doggy.
“I’m not going any faster till you’re creaming on my cock”
Rindou
His type is the confident type.
He loves a woman who knows she sexy and is willing to make a show of it.
His favourite sight is coming home and seeing you splayed out on the bed in lingerie barely covering anything.
“All this just for me” Rindou says as he loosens his tie.
He likes when you keep your confident appearance, with your bouncing up and down on his cock while he watches your tits bouncing around.
But even with you taking some control his still the main one in charge, he does this by setting the pace making sure that if you close to cumming he will slow down his hips.
He has to pinch your nipples while you ride him so he can see that needy look in your eyes.
When he sees you’re tired from riding him he will smack your ass so hard you fall forward with your body laying against his, he takes this opportunity to fuck you from below.
“Now baby I’m about to fuck your pretty brains out” Rindou says as you feel his cock push deep into you from below.
Sanzu
His type is those who have no self restraint, he loves a desperate bitch.
His favourite thing is getting videos while his at work, watching as you push your fingers inside your dripping cunt as you let your thoughts of him fill your head.
He loves the sight of you loosing yourself, unable to even wait for him to get home and fuck you.
And when he does get home his not waiting another second to fill your needy cunt.
The feeling of your warm slick walls motivating him to fuck into you harder.
“Can tell how desperate you are by how tight you’re getting” he growls as he fucks into you like a mad man letting out a laugh.
And you’re getting fucked to good to even say a word just cries of pleasure.
He loves how you’re begging him for more, your pussy trying to take more of his cock.
“Daddy lil desperate slut wants to devour his cock”
Kakucho
His type is someone who completely submits themselves.
His use to serving others always following commands, so the thought of having someone do exactly as he says has his cock slit leaking at the thought.
He loves coming home from work, seeing you sitting on the floor in front of his chair, already knowing that he needs head after a long day at the office.
His going to sit on a chair opposite the bed spewing commands to you, watching you follow them with his cock in his hand as he strokes it as you follow each step.
“Now play with that pussy” he commands as you tease your clit.
Is definitely going to call you when his on business trips so he can command you to put on a show.
Just because his away doesn’t mean the two of you can’t have fun.
“That’s right princess bend in front of the camera, let me see those pussy lips”
Is not going to stop commanding you till you’re a mess on his cock and desperately need to cum.
“Sir please” you beg feeling your orgasm get closer with each bounce on his cock.
“You’re not cumming till I say so” Kakucho says with a loud smack to your ass.
And he has you bounce on his cock till your slick is practically dripping down his thighs and into the floor beneath the two of you.
“Cum for my baby” he commands as you gush around his cock.
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Need you closer
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Pairing: Draken x female reader (established relationship) Content/ Warnings: smutty fluff??; intense cuddling, "fuck", kisses, needy reader, "baby", (mild) dirty talk? Word Count: 600+ Note: got nothing to say in defense :)
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"Care to tell me what the fuck you're trying to do?", Draken grumbled lowly. But he didn't bother enough to even open his eyes.
You had been snuggling up to him and wrapping your limbs around his body super tightly all of a sudden and also, to top it off, nuzzled your nose into his neck now. You loved the way he smelled and even after sharing the bed every night for years, you couldn't get enough of it, of him.
"I just wanna be closer."
"Mhh." He sounded unconvinced.
You had been sleepy, you still were, but soon your lips trailed along his skin, leaving several kisses as you kept readjusting your position to be as pressed up against him as somehow possible.
It was never quite close enough, not even when you were clinging to him like this.
"You tryna get me to fuck you?"
"No. I just need to feel you", you mumbled, your eyes closed, following your intuition as you ignored the tingly feeling within.
The thought of him inside of you made you feel warmer immediately. That could work. Draken burying himself inside of you was just as close as you could get.
But you were stubborn. Sex had not been the intention of you cuddling. You had solely wanted to fulfill that need of being close, only it didn't seem to work. It wasn't enough. And yes, him fucking you would be the most plausible solution to this problem. But you didn't want to bother him with this.
"You always come over with sex in mind."
"But I don't." You pouted in the dark and then slowly continued to press your lips against his collarbone. Other than the soft sounds of your affection and the occasional ruffling from you beneath the sheets, the room was filled with silence.
"You don't want me to fuck your brains out?"
"I...", you contemplated. After all you couldn't deny it, you didn't want to lie. You took a deep breath, inhaling more of his familiar scent. "I do. But that wasn't my plan. You're being unfair. Of course now I do."
Draken didn't make a move, not attempting to gain space and not to fulfill your desire either. "Thought so." His response came low and unshaken as he continued to lie there with a calmly beating heart.
You weren't even sure where it was coming from but you needed him and you needed it rough if you wanted to feel any better.
Even if he showed no signs of interest, you only craved him more. His mere presence, the innocence of this casual yet so intimate moment, the close proximity were playing with your mind. You were just so tempted to feel him. And cuddling and your hands roaming his body, feeling the heat and his bare skin under your fingertips simply wasn't enough.
You knew you came off as desperate but you wanted to give in to it so badly.
"Really... I need you to please just fuck me stupid, Draken."
"Baby..."
"Please", you urged him quietly.
"You're so needy." He let out a defeated sounding chuckle, then his voice turned even lower as he murmured to you. "Fine. Come here. Just don't complain about not being able to take it all. You wanted this. Let's see how close is good enough for you hm?"
"Promise. The closer, the better." You couldn't wait for him to touch you and fill you up.
You squeezed him in your tight embrace, feeling the excitement rise some more. Between your legs, the all too familiar wetness threatened to begin dripping already, about to give away how much you truly needed this.
"Take off your clothes, baby."
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