#tokyo reveneger smut

[wakasaz]

Aren't Pretty Girls Supposed To Be Scared of Monster's?

♤ Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x Afab!Reader

♤ Not Proofread

♤ Wc: 6.1k

♤Tw: 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, oral, rough sex, semi-public sex, degradation, humiliation, Masturbation, wakasa just being mean, pet names, spitting, this is dark don't read if dark content bothers you.

♤An: Smiley is ooc but I love him and wanted to include him somehow.

Lights flash lighting up the sky. The air smells like sweat and funnel cakes. "This place smells disgusting" your best friend Emma says. You roll my eyes as you continue to walk passing various stands, food trucks, and rides"

"Can we just go?" Emma asks, grabbing onto your arm.

"Unlike you I actually came here to get on the rides." Emma lets out a whine. "But it's nasty here," she complains. You shake your head "the boys are going to be here any minute." You tell her as you continue to drag her further into the carnival.

It's autumn here now and the annual carnival is in town. It comes every fall and it is always on your fall bucket list. This year Emma decided she was going to come with you. Now thinking about it she probably only agreed because Draken said he would be here.

Emma perks up slightly at the mention of the boys coming, excited to see Draken. We walk around for a few more minutes before Emma points him out in the crowd. Walking over to meet him he brought Nahoya with him. Letting out a sigh you follow Emma over dreading this evening now.

Nahoya wraps his arms around your waist laying claim to you. You aren't together, not anymore but he has to let every guy here now you are still his. He plants a kiss to the side of your head and you shutter away. "Hey baby" He says As he squeezes your side. " Can we talk?" He asks. you tell him not here but he convinces you, dragging you away from the group of friends.

He stops walking in front of a fun house. You can hear music and screaming coming from it's fog seeps out of the opening. People are lined up waiting to get in. "Let's stop this little charade and get back to the way things used to be" Nahoya says As he looks at you. "What charade Nahoya? We broke up" you say. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. "You and I both know that was just a little break. I gave you your space now it's time to come home" you shake your head.

"We broke up Nahoya. We aren't getting back together." You and Nahoya were high-school sweethearts. Dating from freshman year all the way through college. You decided to end things wanting to start new after graduation. Nahoya didn't take it well. He grips your shoulders "We can fix it" He says shaking your head you tell him there is no fixing it. His grip on your shoulders gets tighter causing you to jump slightly. "Listen here" He starts to say being he is cut off.

"Hey!" A deep lazy voice yells from the side coming from the direction of the fun house. It's empty now. A guy with long hair striped in blonde and purple is leaning up against the fun house, his arms crossed over his chest as a cigarette rests in the side of his mouth. His feet are crossed one over the other. He's staring at Nahoya.

"You have a problem, buddy?" Nahoya asks, turning away from you to look at the guy. His fists are clenched. Nahoya had a bad temper. He was always in fights in school.

"No problem, buddy" the man says, putting emphasis on the word buddy. "But it looks like she has a problem with your grabbing her" He continues. Nahoya goes to take a step forward. You grab his arm knowing this isn't going to end well. "Just let it go" you say trying to pull Nahoya back towards you. "Did you hear what this fuck said?" Anger fills Nahoyas voice. If he wasn't always smiling you'd think the nicknames him and his brother have should be the opposite. Nahoya gets angry easily while Souya is a sweetheart.

"It doesn't matter" you say "let's go back to Draken and Emma" pulling on his arm trying to get him to go he jerks his arm away from you throwing them in the air. "Whatever," He says, as he storms in the direction of your friends. You let out a sign looking down at the ground. You turn your head towards the fun house, wanting to thank the man, but he is gone. You walk over to where he was leaning against it and decide there aren't many places he could run off to. He's either inside or behind it.

The need to thank him overtakes you as you decide to go behind the building looking for him. Behind the fun house is dark and quiet. The screams from inside the house died down. You look around and see the man leaning against a wall lighting another cigarette.

"Hey" you say, voice coming out smaller than you'd like.

He looks up at you. "Employees only back here" He says pushing off the wall walking past you back towards the front, smoke hitting you in the face as he passes.

"I wanted to thank you" you say and he stops not turning around. "Not necessary," He says, then continues to walk. You walk towards him. He's at the front again, standing by the booth to collect tickets. "But it is necessary. You didn't have to say anything, " you tell him as you come to stop beside him. He glances at you. "Well, you thanked me. Bye. " He turns away, fingers drumming on the booth.

"Hey–"

"Look I don't make it a habit of involving myself with other people's relationships. I also don't make it a habit of babysitting damsels in distress. So if you don't mind please fuck of–" He looks at you and shit are you gorgeous. Your face is eliminated by the red lights the fun house is giving off. Fuck your perfect. He thinks.

"Damsel in distress? Hmm does this mean you're my knight in shining armor?" You ask, throwing him a smile.

"Nope, no knight here. Just a guy trying to get back to work" he says, turning away again.

"Because you're so busy" you say motioning towards the front of the fun house that is lacking in people. He rolls his eyes. "What's your name?" You ask in a sweet voice.

"Wakasa" He says after a few seconds pass. You smile at him, giving him your name. " that guy you saved me from is my ex Nahoya. He's not dealing with the break up well"

"No shit" Wakasa says you take a few steps towards him. "How did someone like you end up working here?" You ask "you don't look–"

"Like a carnie?" He finishes your sentence.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way. I just mean you don't look like the others" you say

A few heartbeats pass before Wakasa speaks up again. "The carnival is one of the only jobs that doesn't do background checks. Most people wouldn't hire someone with a record like mine" Wakasa says not meeting your gaze. You go to open your mouth to respond. Mouth wanting to ask what he did but mind telling you not to.

You hear your name being yelled and then an angry Emma is storming towards you. She grabs your arm "what the hell are you doing?" She asks as she looks between you and Wakasa. "Talking to my new friend" you say, smiling at her. "This is Wakasa. Wakasa this is my best friend Emma"

"Nahoya is pissed. Like fuming. I swear I can see smoke coming from his ears." You sigh "come on let's go. The boys want to go out to eat and this place is giving me the creeps." Emma says "No offense" Wakasa looks at her and shrugs "none taken" Emma and you go back and forth for a few minutes. You don't want to leave.

"Look, my cars here just go with Draken. I can meet up with you guys later." You say

"I'm not leaving you here with this weird ass dude at this janky carnival. What is he kidnaps you?" Emma says

"No offense, right?" Wakasa says. Emma shoots him a glare. "No, offense very much intended. Now come on, we are going to meet up with Mikey and Baji" you move from your position next to Emma, backing up slightly towards Wakasa.

"You can't be serious, you know what fine! But when he kidnaps you and your picture is on the side of a milk carton, don't come crying to me!" Emma yells as she storms away.

It's quiet for a few moments. "Should I be worried about you kidnapping me Wakasa? You did mention you have a criminal record"

He laughs and smirks at me "not at all, princess" a heartbeat passes before he adds "unless you're into that kind of thing" he adds with a wink.

Your entire body goes off with alarm bells. Telling me to run. Somehow your compelled to stay. "It's dark and quiet back here, princess. Pretty easy for me to snatch you up. No one would be able to hear your screams over the rides." Wakasa says As he stomps out his cigarette. You mouth drops as I stare at him.

"That was a joke"

"Really though, princess. You should listen to your friend and go. We're closing soon and it won't be a joke when one of these fucks snatches you up."

Your heart thumps in my chest. "You'll protect me though"

“You really have a lot of faith in a stranger,” He says.

“How much for the fun house?” You ask. “Two” You hand him two tickets and start walking towards the fun house. “Enjoy” he says, looking bored as you enter.

Once inside the music is loud and it is hard to see. The room is filled with fog and the lights are flashing. After you take a couple of steps a voice comes on an intercom. “Welcome to Spites fun house” And voices of children saying “Come play with me” and singing ‘ring around the rosie’ repeat over and over. You hear loud bangs and the sound of glass shattering. It’s cold here. Colder than outside in the October air. You continue walking further into the fun house, bumping into things as you try to make your way. You find a room and enter. It's full of mirrors, all broken. It looks like a dressing room. Clown costumes covered in red, you assume, are meant to be blood and thrown around. The red paint is covering some mirrors. You turn to a vanity and see the mirror is smashed with writing on the mirror in the same red color that looks like it was done with someone's finger.

“Look what you’ve done to me.”

“Is this what I look like?”

Cover the little bit of mirror that isn’t shattered. You back out of the room and back into the main part of the fun house. That was a dead end anyway. You walk further into the fun house pumping into things every once in a while. There are fake windows with ripped up curtains and fake doors leading to a wall. You feel a shiver run up your spine. You’re pretty sure you’re the only one in here right now. The voices on the intercom come back on louder this time. You must be close to the speakers. The lights continue to flash making it hard to navigate in the fog covered room.

After several minutes of walking around, bumping into everything, and opening many false doors you finally make it to the end of the fun house. Leaving you see Wakasa leaning up against the wall with another cigarette in his mouth. “Have fun?” He asks, smirking at you with a tilt of his head. “I think that was creepier being alone.”

“Princess, if that scared you then this is no place to be after closing.” You check your watch. “11:45pm”

“What time does it close again?” you ask “midnight. Rides already closed down for the night” You nod “Um, do you think you could walk me to my car?” You ask. Wakasa raises a brow but then shakes his head. “Can’t leave the fun house. You’d be surprised how many people like to try and sneak in after hours.” people actually try to sneak into this place? You think to yourself. You hate to admit it but it freaked you out more than you'd like to admit. That’s why you asked him to walk you to your car. “You’d be shocked how many times we catch people trying to fuck”

You wrinkle your nose. “Who would want to have sex in that thing?” You say shivering at the thought of someone taking you in there. Wakasa shrugs his shoulders. “You can fuck anywhere if you want it bad enough” He says in his deep lazy voice, You feel your face warm. How did you end up talking about sex with a complete stranger? And not just any strangers but an extremely hot carnival worker. “I guess you’re right” “I know I am, princess” He responds with a wink.

“You should go.” He says checking his watch. “What if I don’t want to?” You asking smiling at him. Wakasa sighs as he shifts on his feet. “I’m not like your little boy toy, princess. I wasn’t kidding when I told you I have a record. I work in a god damn traveling circus for fuck sake.” He grabs your chin tilting your head toward his. He’s close. So close you can feel his breath fan your face. The smell of nicotine overwhelms you. “Whatever little fantasy or kink your trying to live out by fucking around with me isn’t going to end well for you. I’m not someone you want to be involved with.”

Everything he is saying is true. He is telling you exactly who he is but you don’t care. You feel drawn to him. Your body fills with need and for a moment you don’t recognize yourself. This isn’t like you. You don’t do these things. “Now run along. I need to close up” He says, releasing your chin and backing away. You suck in a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Something flickers in your eyes. It’s there and then gone so fast Wakasa couldn’t tell what it was. If he wasn’t watching you so closely he would have missed it. You tell him how you never do anything reckless. How you always tried to be perfect. That’s how you ended up with Nahoya in the first place. All the girls in school had crushes on him and you wanted the perfect boyfriend to fit into your perfect little life.

“I want to know what it’s like to do something bad” You say, taking a step closer to him. He sucks in a breath. You’re so close he can smell you. He can’t put his finger on what exactly the scent is but he knows you smell sweet. It’s intoxicating. He feels his cock twitch. He knows he shouldn’t but all his senses went right to his dick. His cock is screaming at him to give you exactly what you’re asking for, and who is he to argue with it,

“Get inside” He says jerking his head towards the fun house.

“What?” You ask, eyes widening, voice coming out almost as a squeak.

“Get inside and don’t come out till I say.” You stare at him.

“Understand?” You take a step back thinking and just turning and running to your car. “Wakasa-” He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. He points towards the fun house. “ I told you to leave, I told you I’m not someone you want to mess around with. This is your final warning. You either walk in there and wait for me or you turn around and go back to your perfect little life and forget about me.”

You chew on your lip going back and forth with yourself. The rational side of you tell you to listen to him and leave but the slick building up in your heat is telling you to stay. To stay and find out. That you want this.

“If you’re still here when I get back, then I promise you I’ll give you exactly what you want. You want to forget about your perfect little life? I’ll make you forget your own name by the time I’m done with you.”

Wakasa left to turn in the tickets he collected. He never understood why the guy running things wanted the tickets so bad. He always said something about wanting to see what rides are doing the best. Wakasa didn’t care. He just wanted to get back to you. To see if you stayed. Once he turned them in he was racing back towards the fun house.

She won’t be there. He thought to himself. She left.

He pictures you standing there when the reality of the situation finally dawns on you. You’ll turn around and run to your car, out of his life. Girls like you don’t mess around with guys like him. It’s how it’s always been and he doesn’t see that changing with you. He lets out a sigh. As he shoves his hands in his pockets. She probably panicked once I left and made a run for it, he thinks. She’s probably in her car right now heading back to her perfect life with that orange headed weirdo.

A part of Wakasa considered not even going back to the fun house but back to his trailer. He didn’t want to walk all the way across the carnival again just to be met with the fact that you left.

He passed families and couples gathered around various carnival games. Dads trying to win prizes for their kids and boys trying to impress the girls they are with by winning the biggest teddy bear. Wakasa chucked to himself knowing the games were rigged. They are set so no one wins. Or at least it's extremely difficult to. The carnival didn’t make money by giving away prizes. They made money by conning people into trying to win the prizes.

I should just go home, forget about her. He thinks to himself. Just go take a shower and call it a night. The fun house comes into view and he feels a familiar heat in his gut. Fuck I walked all the way over here and she left I’m going to be pissed, He thinks. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it as he walks into the fun house. He doesn’t see or hear anything. Letting out a sigh and turning around to go home he blows smoke out his nose. He’s almost to the entrance when you grab his wrist pulling him back slightly. His eyes widen and he twists his hand so he has your wrist now. He turns towards you grabbing your other wrist and backing up slamming you against the wall and holding both your wrist above your head.

“You sure?” He asks lips ghosting over yours, his voice is low. You nod and he drops his cigarette, stomping it out. “You have to tell me if this is too much. If you need me to stop.” You nod again, a small whimper escaping your lips. He takes one of his hands and runs it up your throat, to your jaw. He grabs your chin and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. Your tongue darts out licking his thumb. He pushes it into your mouth and you start to suck on it, nipping ever once in a while.

Fuuuck

He pulls his thumb out tracing it down your body when he reaches the buttons on your pants, undoing them with ease. He slips his hand inside.

“Shit”

You're soaked.

“Is it this easy to turn you on? Huh, I shouldn’t be surprised. Nahoya doesn’t seem like the type of guy to know how to use his dick. Has he ever fucked you the way you deserve, princess?”

Your breath catches in your throat. Whimpering at his words. His cock twitches as he runs his nose up your neck. He sinks two fingers into you and starts moving them slowly. “Tonight princess, This tight cunt is mine” You whine as you buck your hips. His thumb finds your bundle of nerves and he starts moving in circles. “All I can give you is tonight. We pack up and leave soon, but I promise you this’ll be a night you’ll never forget.”

You bite your lower lip trying to silence your sounds.

“Tell me, princess. Is this cunt all mine? Need to hear you say it”

Wakasa pulls his fingers out, putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean. He moans against his fingers, closing his eyes. “Fuck you’re delicious.” you whine at his words and loss of contact. “Touch yourself.” He whispers into your neck and his hand finds your hair gripping it tight. “Show me how you touch yourself, princess” He says as he licks up your neck then nips where shoulder meets neck.

Your hand slides down your body and into your pants. You gather your slick and slowly start rubbing circles. You whine and buck your hips. Your eyes close and your head falls back into the wall. Wakasa watches you, amusement in his eyes. “That’s it. Good girl” He says in a low raspy voice. You can feel that familiar heat building. You know you're close. Your body shakes and hips buck trying to get more friction as your orgasm washes over you. Moans drip from your lips and Wakasa swears he’s never heard anything more beautiful. “Fuck you’re gorgeous when you come baby” He says then smashes his lips onto yours. His tongue dances with yours and you can taste yourself on his lips. He pulls back, grabbing your fingers and shoving them in his mouth, sucking them. He groans again. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of how you taste”

“Now the rest of the time you come will be on my terms” He says as he pulls away from you smirking at you.

Wakasa grabs your hand pulling you further into the fun house. With the power off you can’t see anything, only feel his calloused hand holding yours. He stops and drops your hand. You look around trying to make anything out but it’s too dark. You don’t even know what direction you came from. you hear footsteps. Wakasa is walking around you. Circle you, like prey.

“Let’s play a game, princess” He sounds like he’s behind you but you're not sure. “What kind of game?” You hesitantly ask. You hear him chuckle as he continues to circle you, slowly. “Growing up I always enjoyed hide and seek. I get a thrill from hunting people, "he says. His breath fanning against your neck. You suck in a breath. When did he get so close? He backs away and starts walking around you again. You feel his hand slide against your waist.

“The rules are simple.” he says from behind you. He snakes his arms around your waist pulling you back into him. “Don’t get caught” He whispers in your hear. “Not by me or anyone else” He moves to the other ear. “If you’re caught, you get punished” He whispers as he runs his hands up your body.

“Punished” You say breathlessly. He nods against your neck

“Two, Don’t leave the carnival.”

“Three, the game ends when the sun rises. Until then your all mine”

Your skin crawls at his words. A monster is holding onto you. You should just turn around and leave. But something deep down tells you, you want this. Wakasa starts kissing up your neck to under your ear. “I’ll even be nice and give you a head start.” He bites your ear before baking away. “Game starts now’ He growls out as he backs away even further.

“Wakasa”

“Run!”

You suck in a breath before turning around and running in what you hope is the direction to outside. You don’t look back.

Wakasa waits while lighting another cigarette. After he thinks he’s giving you enough time he walks out of the fun house. He stands outside, eyes scanning the carnival for where you might have gone. He knows this place like the back of his hand. His eyes land on the stables. He walks up to the pile of hay thinking you're behind it but doesn’t find you. He sees rope laying near the hay and grabs it thinking it’ll come in handy. Since he didn’t find you in the hay he walks into the stables where the animals are. The carnival has a petting zoo for kids. It’s one of the main attractions for families. He walks around looking in the pens but doesn’t see you. He lets out a groan as he leaves the stables looking around outside trying to find you.

He hears a bang coming from one of the food trucks. A smirk forms on his lips.

“Gotch you”

He walks over to the food truck that sells funnel cakes. Walking in he sees you under the counter. Your back is to him. He crouches down.

“Boo”

You scream, jumping and banging your head on the metal counter. “You cheated! That wasn’t five minutes” He shrugs giving you a sickeningly sweet smile. “Found you” He says as he inches closer. He grabs you by your hair and yanks you up. He looks around the food truck and notices someone left a fryer on. He smirks. He looks up and sees a hook. “Strip” He says, Your eyes widen “W-What?” “Did I stutter? I said strip. I told you if you got caught you’d get punished.”

You slowly remove your clothes, noticing Wakasa messing with a rope. He grabs you and spins you around so your back is towards him. He grabs your wrists pulling them behind you and starts to tie them. Once he thinks he has tied you tight enough he throws part of the rope over the hook pulling. It yanks your arms back and up. He pushed on your back, bending you over. That's when you see the fryer.\

“Wakasa”

“It’s called a punishment for a reason, princess.” The rope is the only thing that keeps you from falling face first into hot oil. Truth be told, Wakasa doesn’t want to hurt you. He isn’t going to let you fall

Wakasa has a hold of your hip as you hear a zipper. He has you hoisted so you're on your tiptoes. “Hope you're good at balancing” He says as he shoves himself into you, filling you up. You let out a gasp as he starts a hard pace. His grip on your hips is bruising. He’s slamming into you so hard you're rocking back and forth. Face going closer and closer to the oil. You close your eyes. Wakasa thinks this is a good thing. He doesn’t want you freaking out. Not yet. He snakes one hand around you and finds your bundle of nerves. He starts rubbing circles.. He leans over you, laying his head on your back. Your moans are the only thing he hears.

“G-gonna come” You whimper out. “Come for me, princess” He whispers as he picks up his pace. He’s not going to last long. You cunt has his cock in a vice grip. You shake as euphoria hits you. Wakasa isn’t far behind filling you up.

He pulls back and releases the ropes from your wrist helping you stand. You turn towards him and he moves the hair out of your face gently kissing you. He pulls back. Sinking to his knees. He’s dripping out of you. He starts licking, sucking and nipping as you thread your fingers into his hair pulling. He groans against you tasting the mix of you two. He pulls back after he has you coming for him. He stands and grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking it back. “Open” You do and stick your tongue out. He spits in your mouth. You taste both of you on your tongue. “Swallow,” He says. You close your eyes as you swallow the mix of both of you down.

“Good girl” He whispers against your lips before pulling back.

You go put your clothes on as he tucks himself back in his jeans. He kicks the clothes away from you to the corner of the food truck. “I need those” you say “No you don't, carnivals closed” “What about the other carnies?”

“First rule”

“One” Wakasa begins to count. You grab your clothes and run out of the food truck trying to cover yourself hoping no one is outside. You don’t waste any time trying to get dressed. You frantically look around the carnival and run towards one of the rides hopping into it and laying down so no one sees you. You throw your shirt on and wiggle into your pants. You curl up in a ball hoping you’ve escaped Wasasa this time.

You can hear someone walking close by. You crawl out and run towards the ferris wheel. You grab onto the steel pools and hoist yourself up starting to climb.

Don’t look down Don’t look down, you keep repeating You climb till your at the top cart. You grab onto it and yank yourself up, throwing your leg over the edge and falling into it. You slam onto the bottom and the cart starts to rock back and forth

Shit

He’s going to see. You try to move without moving the cart more laying down on your back. You don’t know how much time has passed since you’ve been up here. Has it been twenty minutes, an hour? You’re hoping Wakasa forgot about you or gave up. You crawl to the edge of the cart and peek out of the side. Your eyes widen at seeing Wakasa leaning up against a pool smoking. How long has he been there? He sees you and smirks up at you before walking over to the control station. The ride starts to move but no music or lights are on.

“You almost did it” He yells up at you “Really made me work hard for this one”

“Rule one” You yell “Good you know what comes next”

“You haven’t caught me yet”

“Princess, if you think i'm climbing up there after you, you’re dumber than I thought” He says “No where else to run. Pretty shitty hiding place huh?”

“It took you a while to find me though” You yell down

“Who says I wasn’t here the whole time, just letting you think you’ve won”

“How many guys besides what’s his face did you say you’ve slept with?” He yells “Zero? I don’t believe that for a fucking second. I’m not calling you a whore but- yeah you know what I am.”

Six baskets away

“Why are you here? I told you I didn’t want you. I told you to leave. You’re only here as long as I don’t get bored of you. I get bored easily. What happens then?”

Four baskets away

“The game ends as soon as I get tired of your sweet little cunt. That’s the only thing interesting about you.” You sniffle “Oh poor me, the sad insecure girl who will let any guy who asks have their way with me as long as I get some attention. What’s your limit? Where does this end, huh? You gonna let me tie you up, beat you, cut you? Just for a little attention? Or don’t you care about any of that as long as your cunt is stuffed? That’s pathetic. You’re fucking patheric, you know that? This is a big waste of my time. I could find someone so much better but I got stuck with you. You’re disgusting.”

Your basket is next. You curled up in a ball trying to stop the tears before you feel someone grab a fist full of your hair and yanking you up. “You could have hid better than that, princess,” You hear Wakasa say. He jumps into the ride sitting down in the seat.

“Punishment number two”

“Wakasa you’re scaring me.”

“Punishments aren’t meant to be enjoyable for you, sweetheart, but admit it. You like it”

Wakasa spreads his legs as he slouches in the seat. “But that doesn’t make this much of a punishment for you does it? Eh, it's still fun anyways” He says with a shrug “Now suck my cock”

“What?”

Wakasa pats his lap and he grins down at you. “You’re joking.” “Does this look like a joke?” He asks as he unzips his pants “I want you to suck my cock, so suck my coke.” He says as he pulls himself out of his pants. You crawl between his legs sticking your tongue out licking up the shaft, pre-come runs down onto your tongue. You take him into your mouth as his hand finds the back of your head. You bob up and down sucking and licking. He groans from above you, throwing his head back. “That's right you’re my little slut. My little cock sleeve” You move faster as his grip on your hair tightens. He shoves you down, taking him down your throat before he fills your throat. You swallow, sticking your tongue out when after.

“Good girl” He says as he smashes his lips into yours tasting himself. “My perfect little whore” He whispers “Now run”

You jump out of the cart and run. You’re out of places to hide so you go to the only place you can think of. The fun house. You run in, not able to see anything. You put your hand against the wall to try to find your way. You scrape your hand a few times on loose nails. Wakasa isn’t far behind you. You find the dressing room and run in there hiding behind a mirror. Wakasa walks in after you. He's wearing a mask.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are” He says as he walks around the room pushing things out of his way. “I know this place like the back of my hand. I know when something is out of place”

He moves the mirror you’re behind. “Found you” He grabs you by your hair and drags you to the middle of the room. “What the fuck is up with the mask?” You ask, only able to see because he flipped the flashing lights on. Fog starts to fill up the room. “I’m spite the clown” He says “It’s supposed to be hot” You snort before he slams you against a mirror. You hear it crack as glass falls to your feet. He lifts the mask up to his nose and slams his lips against yours. He pulls your pants down, shoving two fingers into starting a fast pace. You groan into the kiss. He pulls away, flipping you around and pushing you into the mirror. He pulls the mask back down and pulls himself out of his pants slamming into you. You moan as he starts rocking back in forth looking in the mirror watching yourself be fucked by a clown.

Moan and the sound of skin on skin fill the room. Wakasa has his head thrown back as he slaps your ass so hard you know it’ll bruise. You match his movements, slamming your hips back in rhythm with him. He shoves his fingers in your mouth and you suck on them. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this pussy” He moans “You’re mine, fuck your all mine.” He says. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine and that I can keep you.” And you do. You tell him, you tell him you’ll do anything he asks as you come all over his cock. He isn’t long behind you filling you up.

You both get dressed. I hate this Wakasa thinks I want her naked all the time.

You both walk out of the fun house together. Wakasa looks up at the sky and sees the sun coming up. He sighs

“Game over” You say, He looks at you “Guess so. You can go back to your perfect little life now.”

You shift on your feet feeling the chill of the autumn air. “You okay?” He asks You nod your head “Yeah”

He brushes hair out of your face seeing an emotion in your eyes he can’t make out, but he knows it’s not good.

“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” You say. He nods his head. “Maybe” He doubts it and for some reason that hurts him. Fuck Wakasa get it together. It was just one night. You’ll just have to find another girl some other night and forget about her.

You turn walking away after waving bye.

Fuck do something Wakasa. What happened to “Can I keep you?” You continue to walk. Don’t look, don’t look. If you look it’ll hurt more.

With a sigh, Wakasa watches you walk away, out of the carnival, and out of his life.

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[anisespice]

How about walking around in booty shorts to get your man’s attention❤️❤️

you got it, anon! thank you so much for your patience and for requesting !! i took wayyyyy too long to do this lol wasn't sure who you wanted for this, so i figured i'd just make it into an "insert who you want" kind of scenario. hope you enjoy :))

pairing: various x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. talks about posteriors (lol), suggestive themes, and i think that's all.

notes: been sick these past few days, so had to put a hold on the next part of "the fuck it list" :((( but hopefully i'll have it up sometime tomorrow, didn't want to leave you guys high and dry sooo !! hope you enjoy ♡♡♡

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 ∵ The ones who are caught completely by surprise, needing to do a double-take at them double-stacks attached to your spine to make sure his eyes were playing tricks. You didn’t normally wear them around the house, at least not without a big shirt that usually covered everything, so clearly you were baiting him for something; and consider him hooked. It didn't matter what he was doing before you walked into the room, consider it DROPPED + IGORNERED + NONEXISTENT. On the game with the guys? Dropped. Typing up a work email? Ignored. Watching a show? Nonexistent. Won't put his hands on you right away, his mama raised him better than that, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But he will side-eye tf out your ass until you eventually have to say something—He looked like he was finna pass out if you didn’t.

"You know you’re allowed to touch me, right?"

"Thank FUCK, I thought you were gonna torture me forever - please come over here now please, thank you.”

TAKEMICHI, kakucho, chifuyu, angry, SHINICHIRO, kazutora, kyotani, kenma, aran, kageyama, deku, kirishima, tamaki, twice, [insert anyone you want ].

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ∵ DOWN BAD AND PROUD OF IT. Utterly shameless, eyes waste no time honing in on your ass the second you walk past him, indulging his intrusive thoughts by giving you a light smack on that thang just to watch it jiggle. Wearing a shit-eating grin when you turn to playfully glare at him; he fucking knows you love it. Doesn't even care if y'all got company either, I mean shittt - you didn't when you decided to walk around with them shorts on. Absolutely will follow you around, feel you up and everything, homie cannot keep his hands to himself to save his life. Not his fault you look so damn tempting, he just couldn't resist. Good luck trying to get anything done now, and prepare to be absolutely SICK of him. You wanted his attention, you got it.

"Oh my goddd, boy, leave me aloneee."

"Nah, don’t get shy on me now, babe. Nowhere close to being done with you."

SANZU, hanma, rindou, RAN, smiley, baji, mikey, MATTSUN, maki, tanaka, nishinoya, SUNA, ATSUMU, HINATA, bokuto, sero, denki, mirio, HAWKS, [insert anyone you want ].

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ∵ Won't look like he's phased at all, you could be walking around in your underwear and he won't break a sweat. Honestly, he'll have you feeling stupid at first, thinking you weren't as irresistible as you thought. Fret not you sexy thing, that's just how it appeared on the outside. On the inside tho, that man was having some rather... depraved thoughts. He wasn't born yesterday, he knew you were trying to get a rise outta him, but he really needed to focus on his work right now. But, don't worry...once he's done, he got something for that ass later.

"You didn't think I was gonna let your little stunt slide, did you?"

kokonoi, WAKASA, izana, draken, MITSUYA, ushijima, KITA, daichi, kuroo, iwaizumi, akaashi, osamu, sugawara, oikawa, TODOROKI, bakugou, shinshou, shigaraki, dabi, [ insert anyone you want ].

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[tojisbbg]

𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙

❝and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner, taking up space.❞  

♡ izana kurokawa ♡

pt. 1

a/n: i love putting mikey and izana stans through pain lolz. 

content: royal! au, prince izana x princess y/n (reader), arranged marriage, shitty/toxic parenting, angst, cheating, izana’s a jerk, swearing/cursing, maybe smut (?), strangers to enemies to lovers, not checked for grammatical errors. 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

nothing ever lasts forever. 

you looked at the roses that were becoming shriveled up, slowly withering. the cold, unforgiving winter was soon to come. the grassy fields filled with flowers and little creatures of mother nature would be embraced by cold arms, blanketed with snow. 

you bitterly grimaced at how this pathetic flower was used as a symbol of love. ironically, it fits. 

love?

no such thing truly exists, and even if it does, it’s either fake or bound to die in the future. 

you leaned down, picking up one of the sorrowful roses from the royal garden, looking at it with pity. while plucking off the petals, you accidentally pricked your finger from one of the thorns on the stem. 

you were startled from the short-lived pain, looking at your index finger as you saw the small droplet of the crimson red liquid. 

“you truly are evil.” you whispered, throwing the stupid flower on the ground just like any other worthless piece of trash. 

“princess! what are you doing out here in such weather?! you’ll catch a cold!” one of the maids rushed in, concern and fear written all over her face. 

“could i never get a second of peace and quiet? what is it that you need?” you harshly spat out, knowing that these stupid women didn’t care for your actual well-being. 

they were ordered to for the sake of their pockets being filled. 

of course, the world had to revolve around money and green of us filthy human beings. 

“the king and queen has requested for you.” she spoke with a low voice, eyes not meeting your glaring ones. 

“tell them to fuck off.” you bluntly replied, getting up to walk towards the orchid tree that was located way far back towards the end of the garden. suddenly, you felt the maid drop on her knees, holding one of your legs. 

“what the fuck, get off of me!” you tried to wiggle her off, but she shook her head in refusal. 

“please, princess! your father has already threatened all of us to have our heads chopped off because of not having you follow your daily routine. you must come or else our lives are at stake!” she sobbed, making you look down at them with a disgusted expression. 

“you sick morons.” you grumbled under your breath, agreeing to head inside which made her thank you as if you were god himself granting her a blessing. 

the maid escorted you to your parent’s room, afraid that you might not stay true to your words. regardless, you decided to have it her way to save her sanity. after reaching the door of your parent’s room, the maid knocked on the door before entering. 

“the princess is here, your highness.” she informed before taking her leave which was your cue to enter. you closed the door behind you, seeing the both of them sitting on the edge of their bed, looking at you with a small smile. 

“why did you call me?” you asked, cutting straight to the chase. you knew that your parents were filled with bullshit, all they cared about is being the most powerful kingdom to ever exist. 

power, money, fame. 

they wanted it all and it made you sick to your stomach. your morals and view on topics that were flaming hot to them largely differed. you just wanted to live a simple life, and it’s not that you’re an ungrateful brat. 

you just have the world’s shittiest parents. 

“is that how you were taught to speak to people, y/n?” you father snapped back at you, clearly displeased by your response. 

“i don’t even speak to anyone in general, so who cares?” you commented with a shrug, making your mother sigh in disappointment. 

“well, you will eventually one day in the future. you’ll inherit the throne, have a husband and lead your joined kingdoms until you pass it down to your kids.” she explained to you with a soft tone, nearly making you gag. 

“me? marriage? as if.” you laughed, but your parents only looked at you with a serious expression. your voiced died down, now looking at them with nothing but shock and disbelief. 

“why are you both quiet? tell me it’s a joke, what’s wrong with you?” you angrily scoweled, but they remained quiet. 

“y/n, you’re no longer our little girl anymore. you’re a young woman now, who’s ready to fulfill her duties as the future queen and as someone’s wife.” your father tried to caress your cheek in a loving manner, but you swatted his hand away, on the brink of tears. 

“how dare you! does my voice or opinion not have any worth to you guys? how can you decide such a big thing for me without even thinking about if i want it or not!” you raged, wanting to dig yourself a small grave right on the spot you were standing in. 

“you don’t have a say, y/n! what don’t you understand?! you must get married, it’s an order by our law and nature. you’re a princess for god’s sake!” your mother scolded you, getting fed up from such childish behavior from you. 

“then fuck being a princess, i’ll run away.” you threatened, your tears streaming down your face as your heart ached. 

“you know that’ll never work, so stop being immature and try to accept things as how it is.” your father snickered, making you wanna rip your hair out. 

“then i’ll end my life.” it was a rather rash thing to say, but it caught the attention of your parents, especially your father. he clutched onto his chest, breathing heavily, which alarmed your mother. she quickly rushed to his side, laying him down on the mattress while you watched with a blank expression.

“how dramatic. he should’ve signed up to become a theater entertainer than be a king.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“y/n! that’s enough.” your mother said through gritted teeth, fanning your father who coughed like a man that’s been smoking thirty cigars a day. 

“if you both are done wasting my time, may i leave?” you yawned, getting bored of the same kind of shit that you had to go through nearly every day. 

she didn’t bother looking up at you, ignoring your words as a way to indicate that she didn’t care. 

“could’ve just said yes, y’know.” with that being said, you turned your heels and walked out, making sure to slam the door extra hard to piss them off even more. 

you giggled after hearing the noise echoing through the empty halls, knowing for sure that your parents are probably talking shit about you right now. you hummed a small tune as you walked to your room. 

“they’re crazy to think that i would actually agree to this shit.” you talked to yourself as you began to strip out of your gown, throwing it on your bed before walking inside your bathroom. 

you shoved a finger inside the tub, checking if the temperature was right. you grinned in content, feeling the warmth of the water as you eagerly stepped in, lowering yourself slowly. 

you couldn’t help but feel sorry for yourself. there are thousands of people out there who wished to be in your spot right now, living the life as a princess. 

but, they only see your life from a small glass window, not being able to peak further deep inside. 

they think that just because you bathe in luxury every day, your life is perfect. what they don’t see is how trapped you feel, how your parents are so controlling over your life, almost as if you were their very own puppet. 

why?

you were hidden away from your whole life, envying the lives of commoners. you were homeschooled while everyone else went to public schools. you had no friends nor were you allowed to explore the village because it makes you appear improper. you have to wear bigass, itchy and uncomfortable gowns every day. 

you hated it, absolutely hated it with every fiber in your body. if only all of your problems could be drowned like this, then maybe life wouldn’t have been so bad.

“i don’t care what it takes, i won’t be getting married.” you promised yourself, sinking deeper into the tub until you were completely submerged in the water. 

...

“no, no! you can’t do this to me! i’m your fucking daughter, not a puppet. please, don’t do this. i’ll do anything, just don’t give me away.” you pleaded to your mother as you sat on your bed, dressed into the wedding dress that the maids successfully had shoved you inside. 

“y/n, my baby, please just listen to me. your father and i love you so mu-”

“bullshit! absolute bullshit, stop lying to me! god, all you both ever do is lie! fuck, i hate you guys so much.” you wept, not caring that you had streaks of mascara running down your face. 

“you need to understand that your father isn’t in the best condition to rule the kingdom. his heart problems are getting worse, and i won’t be able to take care of everything all by myself. joining our kingdom with the kurokawa’s would lessen the burden on us.” she tried to reason, taking a napkin to wipe away your ruined makeup as you looked up at her with glossy eyes, seeing not a single hint of care or adoration. 

her eyes looked empty and you knew that these people would not hesitate to sell you off like some kind of livestock if they needed some money. 

“you guys disgust me. all you care about is your benefits and never about me. you want me to get married? fine, i’ll get fucking married. since you guys along with that fucker that agreed to this shit basically ruined my life, i’ll make sure to return the favor.” you smirked, getting up as you grabbed the smashed bouquet of flowers. 

“y/n-”

“don’t wanna hear it.” you cut her off, walking off to head downstairs where the chapel was. you saw your father waiting down by the stairs for you, looking at you with a horrified face. 

“y/n? your makeup is-”

“does it look like i care? are you gonna walk me down the aisle or should i go by myself?” you impatiently said, making your father’s jaw drop from the sudden change of attitude. you avoided eye contact with him, not being able to bear the sight of how your father looked pleased with the change of heart you had, completely overlooking the fact of how your eyes screamed in despair. 

“of course not, dear. come on.” he heartily chuckled, linking your arms together before leading you inside the chapel. your body burned with hatred, every step that you took felt like your legs were chained with weights. 

“you could hate me all you want, y/n, but one day you’ll realize that everything that i have done for you is for the best.” your father said, his words completely flying over your head as you knew that it would be no use of saying anything to him. 

it’s too late anyways. 

the doors opened, a blinding ray of light hitting you as you could picture the chapel looking as beautiful as ever, knowing that your mother hired the best in town to decorate everything. however, you kept your eyes on the ground, being led up the few step as your father finally let go of your arm. 

the priest began to read the wedding vows and midway there was a pause to allow the exchange of rings to occur. 

your soon-to-be husband extended his hand, waiting for you to place yours on his palm. his skin was tan, long slender fingers with a few veins being painted on the surface of his hand as well. with a heavy heart, you lightly placed your hand on his, making sure to have minimal skin-to-skin contact with him. 

“izana?” the priest called out, and for the first time, you’ve heard what your husband’s name was. 

“yes?” he answered, his voice deep and smooth like honey. 

“do you take y/n as your wife, promising to stay by her side through better or worse, sickness and in health, till death pulls you both apart?” the familiar lines were recited, making your vision become a blur with tears. 

those vows, these same sacred words to prove one’s faith and love to each other, it wasn’t meant for you or this izana guy. you had the right to wait for your knight and shining armor, your romeo and your prince charming. 

“i do.” izana said firmly, his voice not shaking at all as he was ready to seal the deal. 

“y/n?” the sudden intrusion of the voice startled you as you were deeply indulged in your train of thoughts. 

“what?” you blurted out without any thought, hearing gasps around the room as you swore at yourself before muttering a quick apology to the priest. 

“that’s quite alright, dear. do you take izana as your husband, promising to stay by his side through better or worse, sickness and in health, till death pulls you both apart?” the same lines almost seemed taunting you know, as if it was mocking your situation. you were thankful that the veil was covering your face, as your face was now covered with streaks of your dried tears. 

it was never supposed to be this way. 

you shouldn’t be up here getting married to some stranger whom you’ve never met before. as the crowd began to silently gossip among themselves, you felt like your knees would give up any minute from how anxious you felt. 

you had two choices. 

you still had the chance to run away, maybe even go abroad to another village far away from here and keep your identity hidden until you could get on a ship to go overseas. 

you don’t take izana kurokawa as your loving husband whom you swear to spend the rest of your life with through sickness and in health. 

you’re no princess, and you’re most certainly not qualified to be a queen who should rule such a vast kingdom. to all those stuck up people that are like loyal dogs under royal laws, you’re their puppet that’s being trained to become a loyal dog just like them. 

but you weren’t one of them nor did you wish to become like them. you’re not a dog who’ll abide by the rules, trained to serve their husband and a piece of land. 

no, absolutely not. 

you were a caged bird who wished to be free. you read many books that were stored in the castle’s library. there are about 18,000 species of birds out there, roaming freely to their heart’s desire. 

beautiful and colorful wings that allow them to explore different place in the earth. you wished to be like them, you too want to spread your wings and take a leap of faith in life. you want to go to the amazon forest, see the creation of mother nature. 

and you knew well enough that in order to do that, you must take a risk. it was a 50/50, but at this point, who cares about the odds?

“i do.”

...

the wedding was over and you were now headed towards the kurokawa kingdom, which wasn’t too far off from your own. it was a two hour car ride, you thought you would be able to rest in the comforts of your own room for the night. 

to your dismay, your parents had other plans. 

they had the maids pack up your things and have it waiting for you already at your new “home”. to you it seemed like your parents were only counting how much time was left till you would finally depart from them. 

assholes. 

it was an awful wedding. 

all the dishes that were served were shit that you were forced to eat as a child. it’s true that you were a picky eater but you weren’t always like this. the castle’s diet consisted of eating only clean foods to prevent health concerns like obesity or heart problems since they both ran in the family. 

to which you weren’t against at first. 

but you could vividly remember how when you went down to the village and stopped by a small udon shop to try their delicious meat udon special, your mother soon arrived and ripped you away from the shop before threatening to have you skip dinner. 

she would give the same lecture about how men like women who have a nice figure, long lucious hair along with a shy and soft demeanor. 

to which you would simply just walk off while she kept on going off, pretty much talking to herself since you didn’t even bother to listen to her bullshit. 

the guests were snobby, from both sides of the family. while izana was busying himself on entertaining those fools with a charming smile and soft eyes, you gave everyone who tried to approach you a death stare.

izana kurokawa. 

after you both exchanged your vows, it was time to show the god awful crowd the love and devotion you both have towards each other. 

a kiss. 

you were going to kiss izana kurokawa, who was now your husband. you were going to kiss a man whom you’ve never seen or heard of before until an hour ago. 

gentle hands lifted your veil as you slowly looked up, eyes meeting for the first time. it felt like time had stopped, you couldn’t stop staring at him. 

he was gorgeous. 

the title of a prince was meant for izana kurokawa. he was responsible, kind and caring. snowy white hair that was parted, mesmerizing amethyst eyes with soft white lashes, honey glazed skin and a small smile on his lips. 

izana bent down, his face hovering above yours as you could feel his warm breath fanning over your flesh. you closed your eyes, waiting his lips to meet yours. 

however, no such thing ever happened. 

his lips weren’t touching yours, barely brushing against them to say the least. yet, the guests roared with cheers and you soon came to realization. you opened your eyes, only to see those same lips curl into a smirk as he lazily eyed down at you. 

izana kurokawa was not your husband because he too didn’t want to fulfill that role in your life. 

you were not his wife nor would you ever be. 

“we’re here, sir.” the drive came to a stop as the driver announced the arrival to the destination, pulling up to the castle doors. izana hummed in acknowledgment, as one of the guards opened the door for him. without a word, he left with the slam of the door, leaving you alone in the car. 

“what a fucking jerk.” you grumbled to yourself, hearing the driver faintly chuckle as you shot him a glare from the backseat, knowing that he’d see it on the car’s rear mirror. 

“the hell are you laughing at, huh?” you boldly spoke up, making him look back with a small smile. 

“princess, do not be so naive. our prince is not like those whom you’ve read about in tales like cinderella or sleeping beauty. it’s not my place to talk ill about our soon to be king, but you’ll find out soon enough, so don’t be deceived.” he warned, making you harshly gulp. 

the driver was nice enough to pull the door open for you, offering a rough hand to help your get out of the car since your dress seemed like it weighed over a thousand pounds. 

the kurokawa kingdom was north from your own kingdom, but you never thought that it would make this much of a difference in weather. your wedding dress was sleeveless, making the cold breeze hit your skin as you shivered. 

you noticed how the castle was built on a hill, the grass was barely alive, most likely due to the cold weather. it was a mountainous area after all. 

“shall we?” one of the butler interrupted your thoughts, waiting with the door opened as you nodded. 

you entered the castle doors, seeing how the interiors were nothing like your boring castle design. it was purple and gold, art works of famous artists hung up on the wall of angelic beings, and the halls smelled faintly of lavender. 

“shall i take you to your room, prince-”

“that won’t be necessary, we have to talk about a few things. don’t worry, i’ll take it from here.” izana cut him off, walking down the grand stairs. 

“of course, sir.” the butler bowed his head before leaving. 

“we have nothing to talk about. it’s nearly midnight and i’m tired, i want to go to bed.” you groaned, trailing behind him as you were now in the living room. 

“there’s some rules that you must follow now that you live with me.” he informed, sitting down as he crossed one leg over the other. 

“how lovely, i came from one prison to another. life truly loves me, huh?” you bitterly chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him. 

“how pitiful.” faux sympathy was painted all over his features, making your blood boil. 

“hey bitchface, who do take me as? you think that just because we’re married now, you could do whatever you want with me as you wish? please, don’t make me laugh.” you giggled, getting up as you walked over to him. izana’s face remained unfazed with his previous smug look. 

you bent down to come at eye level with his sitting stature.

“i never listened to my own parents rules, so, the fuck made you think that i’d listen to yours?” you taunted, cocking an eyebrow as he maintained eye contact with you. 

“unlike your parents, i could have you out of this castle with the snap of a finger. i’m not as sympathetic nor do i give a single shit about you like your parents. you are their child whom they tolerated, but to me, you’re nothing but a nobody. so, mind your tone when speaking to me.” izana strictly said, giving you a sarcastic smile as he was able to see that he made his point across. 

you sighed as you walked back to the sofa, plopping down while you waited for him to open his shitty mouth once again to tell you about his so-called rules. 

“your room is located on the east wing of the castle and my room is in the west wing, so there shouldn’t be a reason why i should ever see yo-”

“first of all, how fucking self-centered are you to even think that i’d go to your room? you think i’m some kind of bimbo who’ll be all dolled up on your bed or clean up after your ass? i’d rather die than go to you.” you angrily spat out, in complete disbelief that this jackass had the audacity to even think of you like that. 

“well that’s a relief, it’s good that you aren’t stupid. the problem is, your manners are so shit.” he scoffed, looking at you like you’re some kind of alien. 

“weren’t you taught to never cut people off mid sentence? especially, to your husband.” izana mocked, tilting his head to the side as he knew he was slowly pushing all of your buttons. 

“you want me to ruin the price worthy face of your so bad, huh?” you kissed your teeth in annoyance. 

“anyways, you should almost never come to my room unless absolutely necessary. we have many maids and butlers, so feel free to ask them about any concerns. second, i really don’t give a shit.” he blurted out, making you choke on your spit. 

“what?” you gasped. 

“you don’t understand basic english? i said, i don’t give a shit. you’re free to do whatever you please with yourself, you could go wherever you want with whomever you want. your life doesn’t concern me nor should mine concern you. we didn’t marry each other out of love, nor do we consider each other as husband and wife. just don’t make things too obvious. deal?” he stuck out a hand, looking at you with anticipation. 

“you got yourself a deal, prince jackass.” you stood up and began to make your way to your room. 

all you wanted to do was just sleep everything away. you wanted to drift inside a good dream where there was no mom or dad, no izana, no royal duties and no sadness. 

just you and only you. 

...

you rolled around in bed, not wanting to open your eyes and have the bright sunlight hit your sight and blind you. but, soon enough, someone barged into your room and it nearly sent you into a coma. 

you eyes went wide as you sat up, startled when you saw a few of the maids coming in. you grumbled under your breath, looking at them with a pissed facial expression. 

“god, don’t you people know how to knock?” you scolded, making them apologize as you let out a sigh. 

“it’s past lunchtime, your highness.” one of them informed you, making you look at them like they had three heads. 

“what?!” you screamed, sitting up as your hair was a tangled mess. you were still in your wedding dress, too tired the night before to even have the energy to take it off. 

“your bath is ready and breakfast has been served as well. lord kurokawa has gone out for royal duties if you were wondering.” the butler from yesterday butted in, making you scoff. 

lord kurokawa? what an arrogant asshole. 

“yeah to hell with him, i don’t care where he is.” you yawned, getting up as you shooed everyone out of your room. you hated noise, especially during mornings. 

mornings were meant to be peaceful and silent, relaxing and slow. they were only meant for you and only you. you stripped out of the poofy gown before detangling your hair and removing the remaining makeup smudged on your face. 

when you stepped inside the bathroom, a gasp of nothing but pure amazement and shock left your lips. it was a gorgeous bathroom, everything covered in marbel and polished. the bathtub looked like a swimming pool, making you quickly rush over to fill it up with hot water. 

as you sunk your naked body in the water, a blissful sigh left your lips as your eyes rolled back. 

this really hits the spot. 

you leaned back, closing your eyes as you began to fall into deep thought. you wondered, how would you spend the rest of your days in this castle? a part of you wished that izana was a little more friendlier, then perhaps you could’ve had a platonic relationship of enjoying life. 

well, that wasn’t that case, and maybe you liked it that way. 

you finished your royal bath and the rest of the consisted of you lounging in the castle. you had to admit that izana’s criteria and choice of the cooks had to be one of the finest, as both breakfast and lunch almost made you ascend to heaven. 

living away from your parents did rise some perks, and to make things even better, izana wasn’t around majority of the times. you were free to dress however you wished, no need for fancy dresses that squished your ribcages and made it hard to breathe. 

for once in your life, you were sitting in the living room with a huge bucket of ice cream in your lap while wearing a pair of shorts and tank-top. 

and no one could tell you shit about it. 

you heard the front door open, indicating that someone has arrived home. one of the maid’s rushed to your side as you shoved a huge mouthful of the sweet dairy treat in your mouth. 

“your highness, lord kurokawa has arrived.” she notified, making you lazily hum at her as you were more concerned about the plot of the drama you’re watching. 

“cool.” you shrugged before shooing her away, not caring that your fake husband came back from his royal duties. 

“is dinner ready?” the deep familiar voice questioned the butler who was removing his very expensive winter coat. 

“yes, sir. allow me to help you freshen up.” the butler offered, making izana hum in agreement. 

“god, do you wipe his ass after he takes a shit too?” you snickered, making the butler gasp as he looked at you with wide eyes. however, izana remained unfazed before turning to you with a small smirk. 

“oh, that’s not his job but my wife’s. however, it seems like she’s too busy being a pig.” he fired back, making you shoot him a hateful glare. 

“annoying piece of shit.” you mumbled under your breath before averting your focus back onto the huge tv screen. izana left to freshen up before sitting in the dining space, eating by himself. 

you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him, knowing that he lived inside this castle by himself all his life and did pretty much everything alone. you didn’t know much about the kurokawa family, but you knew that izana was the last person in the bloodline to exist because his family was brutally murdered years ago in a war that nearly killed your father. 

your thoughts would soon be gone as you saw the man right in front of you, arms crossed over his chest. 

“go to bed, every electrical device that makes noise in this castle must be turned off. i have very sharp ears, so even the slightest sound will awaken me.” izana ordered, making you scoff. 

“well, i’m so sorry sleeping beauty, but that seems like a you problem. shove some cotton balls in your ears and go to sleep.” you replied, seeing his jaw lock in annoyance, making you internally high-five yourself. 

“you’re infuriating.” he grumbled, turning his heels before heading upstairs to his room. you laughed to yourself in satisfaction, throwing a few more popcorns in your mouth as you continued to watch your show. 

---

you groaned in pain, rolling over until you fell to the ground with a yelp. you winced in pain as you rubbed your ass. 

“fucking hell.” you cursed, not realizing when you fell asleep on the sofa. you heard a chuckle coming from behind you, opening your sleepy eyes to see the white haired fool sipping his tea while laughing. 

“i knew that was gonna happen, you stupid little girl.” izana shook his head in disbelief, continuing to fill out some paperwork. you stood up and marched your way towards him, glaring down at him. 

“you absolute jackass. this is why no woman would ever fall in love with you, stupid piece of shit.” you threw insult after insult at him, yet he seemed unfazed by your comments. 

“what a rough way to start your morning. you should go brush your teeth to get that bad breath and language out of your mouth.” he smirked, making you gasp in embarrassment as you covered your mouth, forgetting that morning breath exists. 

“i hope you choke on your tea and die.” you said in a muffled voice, rushing up to your room to freshen up so that you could give him a proper piece of your mind. but, to your dismay, by the time you came downstairs he was already gone. 

“coward.” you mumbled to yourself, settling down at your seat as the maids served you breakfast. you decided that you’ll have an outing to yourself today at the village, wanting to experience an adventure you never got the chance to fulfill. 

“excuse me, would you please drop me off by the village today after breakfast?” you asked izana’s butler, to which he gave you a polite smile. 

“it would be my pleasure.” he replied, making you contented with the answer as you finished your meal. 

you decided to dress in common clothing, a simple white dress that fell below your knees; decorated with strawberries. 

“you look lovely, my lady.” the butler complimented, and you thanked him, excited to try new things out. 

after reaching the village, you bid the butler goodbye as he promised to pick you up before sunset. 

your first stop was the flower shop, eyes glimmering at the colorful plants. there was roses, dhalias, petunias, marigolds and so much more!

“hello miss, how may i help you today?” the lady spoke, startling you a little. 

“your flowers are gorgeous! may i take a smell?” you asked, the lady giving you a warm smile before nodding. 

you went ahead and took a sniff of every one of them, sighing in bliss at the sweet scent of each of them. nature’s creation was truly heavenly and it made you wish if you could just run away to the woods and live in a cottage; away from the evil that resided in society. 

your eyes fell on the lilacs, sitting ever so prettily in the bouquet. you couldn’t help but think of how the color struck you and made you think of your evil husband. 

“would you like to buy any of them?” the lady asked and you nodded you head. 

“i’ll take those lilacs, please.” you said with a small smile, convincing yourself that it was because these pretty purple flowers would look great in the vase on top of the dining table. 

your next stop was to try all the food stalls, looking at your pocket watch and noticing how it was nearly lunch time. you decided to indulge yourself, ordering a bowl of seafood udon for yourself and a side of braised duck meat. 

your parents would’ve killed you if they saw you eating like this. 

but right now, food is life. 

you ate to your heart’s happiness, closing your eyes as you could feel tears of joy forming at the corner of your eyes. you’ve never tasted food this delicious before and it made you appreciate yourself for keeping your will to live still strong. 

you slurped the noodles like no tomorrow, gulping down the broth right after. you lipstick was gone, the corners of your mouth messy with the broth as you sniffled from the heat of the food. you quickly cleaned yourself up, not wanting to look like a pig in front of other although you did eat like one just now. 

you properly disposed the items and continued your little journey. 

suddenly, a weeping little toddler clung onto your legs. you bent down, trying to level your eyes with her glossy ones. 

“mama?” she cried, making your heart shatter. 

“did you lose her, honey?” you spoke with a soft voice, seeing the little girl nod her head. you embraced the tiny human, carrying her as you tried to calm her down. 

“let’s go find your mama then.” you smiled, patting her back as you began to walk around with the little girl in your arms. 

“ice cream!” you heard her squeal, amking you hum as your eyes followed the direction she pointed in. 

“oh, you want one?” you asked, to which she eagerly nodded, making you chuckle as you walked towards the small shop. you got the little girl a strawberry cone while you got mango. 

“so yummy.” she giggled, making your heart swell from her cuteness. you were walking towards the small flower garden, wanting to take a little break and finish your ice cream. 

until you noticed a familiar figure sitting on the bench with another person. you got a closer look and indeed it was izana.

with another woman. 

you saw him holding her hand while laughing, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she giggled. they both were sharing a slice of cake and you saw the way his eyes sparkled every time she breathed. 

was he always this sweet? how he tenderly caressed her skin like she was porcelain.

a foreign emotion of jealousy brewed inside you, a sudden wave of rage filled your insides. it was then that izana’s eyes fell on you, his smile dropping as he saw you with the child in your arms. 

“y/n?” he called out your name, and it sent chills down your spine as it felt so new to hear him call you without any insult. 

“izana.” you said his name back, making him swallow harshly. 

“do you both know each other?” the woman next to him asked, she looked and smelled like a princess, when you looked like a commoner. izana’s eyes begged you to make up some lie, to which you gave him a sly grin. 

“why of course we do, right izana?” you taunted, making the silver haired male grow nervous. 

“honey, i can explain.” izana turned to the woman, but she looked suspicious. 

“there’s nothing to explain. we’re cousins, that’s all. stop making everything so weird all the time.” you giggled, making your very much husband sigh in relief, not wanting his mistress to find about his little secret marriage. 

“ohh, nice to meet you. is that your daughter?” his mistress asked, and you contemplated on being truthful, but you wanted to spite izana more. 

“yup, this is my little princess. isn’t she the cutest?” you kissed the little girl’s head, making the woman squeal. izana’s eyes widened, not expecting you to lie like this. 

“she sure is! wow, you’re so young to be a mom though.” she commented, making fake sad eyes. 

“yeah, well, my husband loves me enough to give me such a precious gift. anyways, i should head back now. it was, uh, great meeting you.” you gave her a fake smile before throwing a side glare at izana. the expression on his face is one you couldn’t decipher, but you decided to not pick on it. 

you walked a good distance away from the horrid couple, until you felt the little girl squirm in your hold. 

“mama! mama!” she urged and you placed her on the ground, watching her run to the figure in the distance. 

“oh, my baby!” you heard the lady cry, picking up her daughter a kissing her lovingly. 

“thank you so much for keeping her safe, miss.” she noticed your presence, giving you a grateful smile. 

“no worries.” you nodded your head, ruffling the little girl’s hair before bidding them goodbye. 

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you reached home, your mood not as uplifting as you had planned. you kicked your sandals off, walking towards the dining table as you placed the lilacs down. one of the maids rushed in, excited to see the bright and beautiful purple flower. 

“are these for lord kurokawa?” she asked, making you scoff. the thought of izana made your blood boil, especially after the shitshow that took place earlier. 

“no, you may dispose those in the garbage. i don’t want to see a single petal on my sight.” you strictly ordered, grabbing your purse to make your way up to your room. there you bumped into izana, who seemed like he’s been standing there the entire time. 

“move, fuckface.” you grumbled, shoving him to the side as you stormed upstairs. you felt him grab your wrist, turning your head to meet his lilac ones. 

“the hell is wrong with you? why are you acting like i’m diseased?” his eyebrows furrowed, making you roll your eyes. 

“say what you have to say because i want to rest.” you ignored his question, making him let out an irritated sigh. 

“since you already know about mai, i don’t think i need to explain myself further-”

“oh, don’t worry. i think i have enough brain cells to piece together that the almighty lord kurokawa has a side bitch.” you snickered, making him glare at you. 

“watch your mouth.” he scoweled, making you grin. 

“make me.” you challenged, watching him ball his fists as your words made his skin crawl. 

“you know what, i don’t even know why i thought i could have a simple conversation with you without wanting to murder you. your parents invited us for dinner this weekend, so act accordingly.” izana informed you before leaving, heading back downstairs. 

“got it! i’ll make sure that they don’t find out about your secret fuck buddy lover that you’re two-timing with, lord kurokawa.” you said in a mocking voice, knowing how much he probably wanted to kill himself right now because you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. 

you didn’t know why the situation with izana and his mistress got you so riled up. 

you knew that he’s not in love with you nor are you in love with him. 

yet, the idea of him with another woman made you furious. 

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Showrunners - Haitani Brothers

Summary:  After finding out your insecure feelings about your shared relationship, Ran and Rindou decide to show you just how much you mean to them. 

Pairing: Haitani Ran x Reader x Haitani Rindou

Reader Type: AFAB - She/her, Chubby

Rating: E+

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings:  Insecurity, some very very vague mentions of weight, brief talk of alcohol consumption, brief reference to drug use, established relationship/shared relationship, vaginal fingering, semi-public car sex, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, creampies, window sex, overstimulation, orgasm denial/delay, mentions of birth control, biting, choking, aftercare

Everywhere they went, it seemed that beautiful, perfect women surrounded Ran and Rindou Haitani. At clubs, in bars, on the train, in the street, it didn’t matter where they were, their striking good looks and sinister smiles surrounded them with those daring enough to date who everyone knew were bad men. Bonten’s elite with matching tattoos and dyed hair, suits tailored to fit their statuesque bodies, even good girls were tempted to go to the dark side. 

It wasn’t just that they looked like gods but they could smooth talk anyone they wanted to. Particularly Ran, who usually did most of the talking anyway. Rindou was quieter, more calculating, and more mysterious which made him as alluring as his big brother.

Their wandering eyes did not go unnoticed by you, their voluptuous girlfriend who somehow landed two of the hottest men in Tokyo. Sure it was complicated being shared by two brothers but they in turn provided you with everything you could ever ask for.  Ran and Rindou made sure you never longed for anything when it came to materials. So then why couldn’t they see how much it hurt you when the thinner, more fit girls hit on them and they flirted back? 

They could have anyone they wanted and while they were loud and clear when they said they wanted you, sometimes it was still hard to believe. There were times like tonight when you weren’t sure if your relationship was just a joke or if they actually cared about you. Their obliviousness to your ongoing discomfort was making you more and more wary of your relationship. 

Tonight the three of you were at a club owned by another member of the gang. They had a meeting in the back room with other executives as you waited for them by the bar, sipping on drinks as you wondered if you maybe should have worn a different outfit. You felt a little ridiculous in the revealing dress that Rindou had bought for you. While it was the right size, it seemed to show off more of your body than you were used to. 

You watched the door you knew they’d be coming out of anxiously. Lately, you had been feeling more insecure in your relationship. Mostly because it seemed that you could hardly ever have your two boyfriends to yourself. You always had to share, either with the gang or with their groupies that always somehow knew where you’d be. They ignored your presence and rarely even acknowledged your existence.

A sigh left your lips as you recalled how one girl attempted to befriend you in order to get to the brothers behind your back. It didn’t work, they had told you immediately what was up and while you were incredibly thankful for their faithfulness and honesty, it still made you feel terrible inside. You stirred your drink, not really feeling like being there anymore. 

The door opened, out stepping Sanzu, Kakucho, Takeomi, and then the brothers. A few groups of people clustered around them, either trying to hook them up with drugs or with sex. Ran and Rindou ignored them all as they honed in on you on the bar stool. Ran was smirking while Rindou looked stoic, eyes glancing at the men that had been staring at you. You hadn’t noticed their gaze, while it was the first thing your two boyfriends had picked up on. 

“You hardly touched your drink.” Ran said with a small frown, “if you don’t like it, I’ll get the bartender to make you a new one.” You wanted to sigh again. It wasn’t that the drink wasn’t good or that the bartender needed harassment from the brothers to make one even better. The two of them flanked your sides, shielding your body from those that had been checking you out previously. Everyone knew better than to mess with someone who was dating a member of Bonten. 

“No, it’s good.” You said as you forced a smile. Even now there were girls on either side of Ran and RIndou attempting to get their attention. Thankfully they ignored them, keeping their eyes on only you. “Did your meeting go well?” 

Rindou addressed you by your name, making you sit up a little straighter. He rarely ever said it but when he did it always made you clench your thighs. “Tell us what’s wrong. Now.” 

You attempted not to look distraught. “I just feel neglected lately…Any time a beautiful woman comes up and talks to you, you both flirt back with them. I know I’m not really good enough for the two of you but it still hurts to see you laughing and having fun with people that are better than me.” 

“Better than you? Since when?” Ran asked with a scoff. “No one is better than you sweetheart.” He glanced up at his brother, who nodded in return. “Let’s go back home. I think you need to be reminded of how much you mean to us.” 

Ran left to get the car while Rindou walked you outside, making sure to not look at anyone else as he did so. He didn’t want you to feel worse than you already did. Guilt had already started to creep up on him about making you feel so down on yourself. He and his brother both thought that you deserved the world and wanted to do whatever it took to give it to you.

Once outside, Rindou opened the back door for you and you slipped into the back seat of Ran’s luxury car. He joined you as Ran took the wheel to drive back to their penthouse that you had moved into not too long before. He began to drive as Rindou moved closer to you, his hand on your thigh as it crept up your dress. 

“I told you this dress would look good on you.” He whispered into your ear. “Did you not see all those guys eye fucking you? I could tell exactly what they wanted to do to you, it was written all over their faces.” 

You shifted nervously, feeling embarrassed by his words. Were there really guys looking at you like that? You hadn’t even noticed. You were too focused on your boyfriends and the other girls around. 

A finger brushed against your clit from the outside of your underwear, making you whimper as Rindou placed a kiss just below your ear. “All of Japan is going to know who you belong to after tonight.” 

Ran’s eyes flicked to your face in the rearview mirror before he focused on the road once more. Rindou had moved your underwear to the side and slid a digit into your wet folds while his thumb continued to assault your clit. Your hips bucked into his hand, the sudden need to feel more enveloping you. 

“What a pretty slut.” Rindou cooed into your ear, almost too low for Ran to hear. The words felt more like praise than an insult. He added a second finger, enjoying the look that crossed your face as he started to stretch you out. “Get into my lap, beautiful.” He said, and with some slight awkwardness, you managed to straddle his lap without him removing his hand from your cunt. 

A displeased sound left Ran as he could no longer watch from the mirror in front of him. He had to settle with quick glances while at stop lights. His pants were already getting tighter from the whimpers and moans coming from your lips as you bounced on Rindou’s fingers, wishing it was his cock instead.

You placed your hands on his firm shoulders to steady yourself in the moving car, your knees planted on either side of his thighs. He watched, mesmerized by your face as you chased your own orgasm, letting him add a third finger to bring you to the edge. The pressure was at its peak and you were so close to seeing stars that a cry left you when suddenly he removed his fingers from inside you. 

“Not yet,” Rindou said, in a voice that was a mesh between a growl and a groan. He grabbed your chin with his wet fingers and forced you down into an open-mouthed kiss. Your shaking hands hastily unbuttoned his suit pants and unzipped the zipper before reaching in and pulling out his hard crock from inside his boxer briefs. 

It fit perfectly in your hand as beads of precum that had bubbled on his tip were spread down his shaft for further lubrication. Rindou let you hungrily position yourself over him, not stopping you when you abruptly sank down onto him so that his cock was plunging into your eager pussy. 

He hissed out a curse at the welcomed warmth, pumping up into you immediately before tugging your dress down so that your tits spilled out the top. You tried to cover yourself, knowing the back windows hadn’t yet been tinted. “What did I say?” He practically snapped as he forced your arms away. “All of Japan is going to know who you belong to.” 

You were about to protest when he began to thrust into you at a rough pace, his hands now on your hips to keep you in place. Your head fell back as you soon forgot how you could easily be seen by other passing cars. 

Rindou leaned in to bite at your nipple, never stopping his insane pace as tears collected in your eyes as your growing orgasm returned. It hit you even harder than it would have previously, making you clench down hard on Rindou’s penis as you cried for him to lighten up his thrusts. 

He didn’t listen. Unless you said your safe word, he would do whatever he pleased. He fucked you through your orgasm until the tears rolled down your face. When you had been reduced to whimpers he allowed himself to slow down and release inside of you, filling you with what would be the first load of the night. 

He pulled you to his chest, letting you quiver and whimper as you slowly came down. He rubbed your back, humming a low tune in your ear that always helped you settle down. “Hope you didn’t break her.” Ran said from the front seat, grinning as he parked the car. “I have a hardon with your name written on it, baby doll.” 

Once inside with their help, the boys quickly disrobed you before Ran grabbed you up and led you to the large bay window that overlooked the city. “Ran…” Your voice was timid, not liking where this was going. Did they really need to live out their exhibitionist fantasies in order to drive the point home that you belonged to them? 

Ran ignored you as he pressed your front against the glass, your body on display for anyone who happened to look out of a neighboring building. You were too high up for anyone on the street to really see you at least. He was too busy spreading your legs and getting off his own clothes. “Let the dumb bitches watch. Maybe it’ll get through their thick skulls that we’re not leaving you for them.” 

He pushed into you, his cock more slender but longer in comparison to his brother’s. Because of Rindou’s cum still coating your walls, there was no resistance to him entering you. “Fuck, maybe you’ll even get pregnant tonight. Then they’ll really know.” He teased, knowing you were on the pill and the likelihood of you getting pregnant was slim. 

Your knees were shaking as you tried to hold yourself up by pressing your upper body against the cold glass. Rindou didn’t move for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. Besides he liked how you would start to squirm instead of begging him to move., When you started to move your hips, impatience growing, Ran chuckled darkly. “You know how to get me to move, doll.” 

“Ran, please fuck me.” You muttered, hot with embarrassment. 

“Tell me who you belong to.” He countered, giving a shallow teasing thrust. 

“The-” He thurst again making a small moan slip out, “Haitani brothers.” You said weakly as his blunt nails dug into your love handles. 

“Say it again, louder.” He said and you knew he could stay rock hard and still for as long as he needed to. 

Your aggravation began to grow, “The Haitani brothers!” You shouted back at him and he laughed once more before pulling all the way out and thrusting back into you with a harsh slap of his hips. 

The force of his movements made you worry that the glass would break as he moved at the same brutal speed his brother had. Their monstrous sex drives made it hard for most people to keep up, but somehow you had managed to satiate them one way or another. Still sensitive from the previous round, you whined and tried to move away from him to lessen the force of his thrusts. Only with the glass in front of you, there was nowhere to really go. 

Ran had to hold you up with his strong, likely bruising grip as your legs wobbled beneath you. Your moans reverberated off the window and into the room where Rindou watched with his dick in his hand, pumping it at a rhythm that matched his brother’s. 

“Ran,” You whined for him, knowing you were close to cumming for a second time. “P-Please,” He wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed gently to cut off circulation. You tightened around him in a way that had him groaning happily, releasing your throat to give you a rush strong enough to bring on your second orgasm. 

He didn’t last much longer, the undulation of your soft walls around his cock making him cum inside of you just as his brother had in the car. He fucked it into you until he was too soft to stay inside. 

Rindou had cum again as well, using a tissue to clean up before helping Ran get you into bed. Your entire body shook with the aftermath of ecstasy as one brother took your left side while the other took the right. They took turns peppering you with kisses and patting your head to soothe you until they knew you had safely come down from the scene. 

Once it was okay to leave you, Ran made you tea and Rindou cleaned you up before helping you get dressed. Ran returned with a mug of your favorite calming drink that you sat up in your large king-size bed to sip on while they relaxed on either side of you. “Do you think anyone saw me?” You asked, a little timid at the idea of being naked in front of strangers. 

Ran smirked, “Next time we’ll charge.” 

Rindou scoffed at his brother as you smacked his arm playfully before settling down to sleep. Tomorrow you’d be sore but they’d pamper you in any way you wanted. That’s how it always was and you slept well feeling reassured of their desire for you and only you.

I hope you enjoyed in, Anon <3 I'm continuing to work on more requests this week! I have a few more in my inbox I need to tackle.

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Chapter 37

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Warning! The chapters upcoming will be dark! Stockholm syndrome, non-consensual touching, heavy NSFW, violence, gaslighting, and more. Please, please, please, if any of these topics are triggering or something you don't want to read about skip them 💞 No minors as well. I will not be responsible for anything that happens if you continue to read after this warning.

With a gruff of annoyance he tossed Rindou in his bed after changing his clothes— Kakucho had vomited again and all over poor Rin. He better throw these clothes away before Rin realizes what happened, as he opens the trash can he slams the vomit covered clothes wrapped in plastic bags inside the can. His mind flashes small flickers of you that has him smiling and gaze softening— All of that goes away when he hears Kakucho groan on their couch.

“Fucking cock-blockers… Should be with my girl right now.” He grimaced at the whine Kakucho was letting out, rolling up his own sleeves before picking Kakucho up by his arm— slinging it over his shoulder. “God, you reek.” He sighs making his way to the bathroom. This might take a while.

After thirty minutes of arguing with a drunk Kakucho about putting on clean clothes and listening to him cry about seals attacking penguins he finally got him to sleep— Although the asshole is in his bed, even after he told him not to. At least he’s asleep, besides— he doesn’t plan on being home anyways. He’ll be too busy with you. Freshening himself up and changing his once overly expensive outfit to something much more casual— Tan sweatpants with a white hoodie he sits on his couch, legs spread in a comfortable enough space. He’s excited to see you, but it's late, he doubts you’re still up— But he hopes for you are.

He sighs when he gets no reply, he really wanted to see you. More than that, he gave up his bed to Kakucho and he drools— Guess he’ll be burning his blankets and pillows in the morning, once he wakes up from sleeping on the couch. He groans as he lays on his side, he better get compensated for being such a good friend.

“Oh shit.” He grabs his phone once more, looking through his messages to find the chat with Sanzu.

Fucking idiot, he’ll find him in the morning. He’s too tired for this.

The high sun is risen after the men have gotten a good night’s rest, it’s rays now lighting up everything in it’s path— Standing in front of your house with a bouquet of flowers as he fixes his hair, taking a deep breath in before knocking on the door. He didn’t have any time to gather his thoughts before the door swung open at a fast pace— “Y/n!?” Your mother questioned, hopeful.

“Is that her!?” Your brother yelled from the back running to the door as fast as he could, only to be disappointed— “Ran? What are you doing here?”

“Where’s Y/n?” He ignored his question once he saw your mother’s face turn into one of sadness and disappointment, her eyes looking to the side of her before she turned around and walked away.

“My baby…” Her quiet sniffles can be heard as she hugged her chest leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Y/n… She’s missing.” Those words alone shattered his heart into a million pieces, the flowers dropped onto the ground as his eyes widened— This expression only lasted so long before it turned into that of rage. Gripping your brother by his collar and yanking him close as his eyes turned into weapons.

“How did she go missing!? You were the last one with her!” The volume in his voice scares your mother as she realizes what’s going on, her hands go to cover her mouth as her tears fall faster. Cheeks covered in the wet substance.

“I—” Choking on the way Ran has his collar rightly gripped he has to cough once before he can finish his sentence, still very strained— “I turned around for a second, to find my phone and when I looked back she was gone!” Ran glare never leaves, he opens his mouth to speak again but is beat to it.

“Just stop! Fighting isn’t going to bring her back!” Your mother weeps as her body collapse to the ground, now on her knees with her hands on her lap. She was a wreck, rightfully so. “It won’t being my baby back….” Her voice is softer than the latter, practically whispers. Snatching his hand off of Gin’s collar he goes to console your mother.

“I will stop at nothing to find her… I’ll sweep this entire fucking country if I have to.” He kneels down to your mother, his eyes full of determination. “I swear, you’ll have your daughter back.” His hand rubbed soft strokes on her back.

“Please, please… Bring my baby back.” She begs Ran, voice full of cracks and desperation. He’ll find you, no matter what it takes. Gin rushes to hold his mother in his arms the moment Ran walks away. Whipping out his phone his thumb scrolls down his contacts—

“What are you going to do?” Gin questions, looking at Ran’s back that’s faced towards him.

“Don’t worry about it, just focus on your mom.” That’s all he says before leaving their house, clicking on the contact in his phone that read “boss”.

A barely lit room, darkness seeping from every corner except for the center where two chairs rested. The darkness of the moon leaking through the open windows, wood cracking in the fireplace brought natural light back into the room. Just not enough for you to see your surroundings.

Your head rung, spinning almost as you raised your head up. Eyelids extremely heavy, you struggled to open your eyes. Lids barely showing the iris of your eye. You wiggled your arms only to find your movement is extremely restricted, the same with your legs. Itchy material wrapped around your small wrist, tied behind your back, and the same material was wrapped around each ankle— You could only assume you have been tied to a chair.

After fighting the urge to sleep away, which proven to be a battle your head, awfully lighter than normal found it’s away resting on the back of the chair. No thoughts in your mind at the moment, just emptiness— then your head went forward. Looking directly down at your thighs. Eyes blinking one, two, three, four times before you realized another pair of legs. Widely spread legs with dress shoes and pants to match. Without moving your head your eyes panned upwards, elbows resting on either side of this person’s knees— Hands clasps together, fingers intertwined with each other as the person’s chin chested on it.

Lifting your head up you see how dark the person’s gaze is, long hair that seems to be vibrant, and heavily pierced ears.

“Who are you?” Your voice is slurred, your mind hasn’t entirely caught up with you yet— Still confused and unable to out the pieces together. “Why am I here?” Your voice whined as you tugged against the itchy material, “Wanna go home..” Your head fell again, now laying on your shoulder as your eyes closed.

“Wanna see Ran…” This must’ve been a trigger for the person sitting in the chair in front of you, hearing shuffling but not caring as the person— quite tall, walked up to you, puckering your cheeks with one hand.

“You won’t see Ran again.” The voice is deep but soothing, familiar almost. With the litter thinking power you had with your foggy mind, you’ve come to the conclusion that the person was a man.

“Why not Mister?” You hummed out, still loopy from the drug he had given you.

“You don’t get it yet? I kidnapped you— Took you away from your family and friends.” He pulls your face, making you look at him. “I did.” He says. He doesn’t even know why he did that— He was drunk and high of off something, but his mind was clear when he saw you. Heard them chanting your name, you made his high go away— Made him drunk on your presence. You’re so cruel, you didn’t even recognize him. After all the hours you guys talked, you still didn’t know it was him. He’s hurt to say the least.

But hurt enough to kidnap you? Now, that’s extreme. Even for him. Maybe he got jealous, seeing you hand in hand with Ran— Watching your gaze soften at the sight of him, your face flush. He swears he could hear your heart beat quicken every time you saw him.

Why wasn’t it him?

What’s so good about Ran? Didn’t he make you cry? Hurt you? Who was there to pick up the pieces, not him. But Sanzu, every time. He doesn’t deserve you.

“Can I go home now?” You slurred out as he let go of your cheeks, untying your restraints.

“No.” Quick and simple as he makes fast work of untying your legs.

“Then can I see my family?” Another stupid question.

“No.” He answered quickly, now working behind you to untie your wrists.

“Can I see Ran?” You’re scooped up in his arms, held like a princess as he takes you to his room. A dimly lit part of the house, he sits you on his king size bed as he goes to his walk-in closet. Turning on the light as he scans his wardrobe, grabbing one of his old work shirts before walking out— He leaves the light on, just so he can see the golden tint it leaves on your skin.

He throws the skirt on the bed, watching your hazy eyes look at it with confusion. “Change.”

“No.” You reply back, crossing your arms against your chest.

“I said, change.” He walks closer, voice deepened as he glares at you.

“Fine.” One hand pulls the sleeve from your other arm, dragging your entire arm out before repeating— doing the same thing on the other side before peeling it off of your skin. As you change Sanzu has his back turned towards you, only listening to your shuffles.

How fucked up was he? He can only remember bits of kidnapping you, he must admit— he did a great job, but still. Kidnapping? Really Sanzu? He thinks to himself. He wonders exactly what drug he took because the entire time, he didn’t do anything. After tying you up, he dragged a chair over and stared at you. The entire time, not moving a muscle, watching your chest rise up and down. Fascinated by the simple act of breathing.

He was so fucked.

His body freezes as he hears sniffles coming from you.

“Can’t do it.. Buttons.” Your tears fall into your bare legs— Why did you take off your pants? “Help mister.”

“Where’s your pants?” He sighs as he sees your bare legs, you hum a “I don’t know” between sniffles.

Just what did he give you?

Your panties are on full display as your legs as lightly open, your black lace bra revealing your cleavage— pushed up nicely and together, the white dress shirt wide open, only covering the straps of your bra. A harsh gulp as he stares at your body.

He has restraint.

He has restraint.

A mantra he chants to himself as he sighs, “You can’t do anything without me, can you?” Kneeling between your legs as he works on buttoning the bottom ones first, then working his way up.

“Can do a lot.” A pout, you really don’t understand what’s going on.

“You can’t even button your shirt correctly.” He scoffs as he makes his way up to the last three, which he ultimately decides to leave unbuttoned. You stay quiet for a moment, before looking at the man.

“Can I tell Ran he can’t come over? I don’t want him to be upset when I’m not there.” The final straw, your hazy eyes widened slightly as his hand aggressively puckers your cheeks.

“How many times do I have to say no for you to get it? You’ll never see Ran again.” His hand makes his way to your throat, squeezing it softly but enough to make a hick in your breath, “I don’t even get why you like him.” He growls out, knee in-between your legs as his body moves closer— Slowly causing you to lay on his plush bed. Hand still on your neck as his mouth moves closer to your flesh.

“How many times did you cry for him? Feel like shit because of him? And you still want him back?” He scoffed, “Forget about him.” The mewl you make as his knee pressed against your clothed pearl, causes him to twitch in excitement.

“Here?” A harsher push causes you to let out a breathy noise of pleasure— “Slutty thing..” His face grew hot at the sight of you under him, honestly he never thought about you like this— not until now. He just wanted to call you his, but this, this is something different entirely.

“Let’s see if Ran wants you after I ruin you.” You felt your body grow weak as sleep threatened you. Feeling the man’s lips against your neck, kissing, sucking, and biting against your flesh but never acknowledging it truly. Soft noises of pleasure and pain could be heard from your sleepy lips but never anything more.

His lips kiss up your neck, biting as he goes. Purple bruises can be seen all on the right side of your neck, bite marks with a glistening coat of drool.

“Ran.” You muttered, his grip on your neck tightened at the name that slipped from your lips. He’s happy he left those buttons unclasped— one hand holding your breast while his lips sucked on the flesh that wasn’t covered by the bra.

Your droopy eyes finally closed, ready to sleep off this high. He felt disgusting for touching you like this, but also felt a thrill. He wonders how you will react in the morning, he wonders if you’ll know who he is.

Biting your breast mindlessly he accidentally draws blood, he feels the liquid invade his mouth— It tastes like metal. He licks the blood, addicted to the taste— Moving to your collar bone, right under is where he bites. Just as hard as he did before, drawing more blood.

Licking his lips at the sight of blood leaking down your skin. Licking the leaking blood with his tongue before licking his lips. He leans back, legs on either side of your hips marveling at his work. Neck has a line of indication, where his hand once was. Breasts, neck, and anything not covered by his shirt is covered in love bites, purple and red bruises litter your chest. Bites with blood slowly seeping.

He’ll bandage you up in the morning. Grabbing your by your waist he pulls you in as he lays into the bed— this isn’t the smartest idea, to cuddle with your victim, but he’s high and obsessed with you. He’ll suffer the consequences in the morning, for now, he just wants to feel you next to him.

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Chapter 18

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Warning, this chapter contains smut and violence. Minors dni.

You were trying your best to adjust to the heartbreak that transpired all of three weeks ago, working your hardest to build yourself back up. Riding of those terrible thoughts in your head and try to appreciate and love yourself, love yourself more than ever. You had come to the realization that you never understood your self-worth, how important you are, how special you are. Even if you aren’t the life of the party or the hot topic on everyone’s mind, there was only one you. Whereas you worked to regain your lose confidence, stolen by the one and only Ran, he was having his own battles.

You slapped Ran and walked away, refusing to say nothing else as he stood in shock. His body froze over when his cheek began to throb in pain, those small hands of yours that would easily disappear with entangled with carried more strength than he initially thought. Fingertips barely touching the mark he let out a laugh, despite the action to be known as a joyful response to something funny or entertaining- It was lace with pain, desperation, disgust, it was a laugh you would hear only from a broken man who has lost everything. He can’t bring himself to let any words out, his head is empty, numb even. As if any form of thought has left his brain, he can’t feel anything other than the occasional twinge on his face and the sunken feeling in his stomach.

Week one, he was pissed. Furious even, he had offered you the chance to be by his side forever. He would have taken care of you, loved you, cherished you, spoiled you. Anything you wanted, you would have received if you just asked. You were being difficult, you acted as if he genuinely harmed you. Faces pop in his head, thinking about all the women who would have jumped at the opportunity to be with him.

Why didn’t you feel the same?

If you wished to be a brat, so be it. He didn’t care, he has better shit to do than worry about why you refuse to use your brain.

He had so much anger piled up his brows were in a permanent furrow, he would jump at any chance to be on a mission. Fortunately for Ran, his boss had a lot. For some reason, a gang who was affiliated with Bonten had decided to raid one of their warehouses, killing their men, taking their drugs, and their money. Worse thing is, Ran had offered to give them the benefit of the doubt despite Mikey’s concerns with them seeming shady and untrust worthy. Ran gladly took this mission, planning on killing every one of them who decided it would be a good idea to betray him.

He started with lackies, those who had no importance to the gang. Nothing more than errand boys with loud mouths and attitudes. Ran hated those; people who talk but never go through with what they say. Posers, fakers, liars. He’ll make quick work of them. As he hunted down the lackies, finding them in low-run clubs or guarding some disgusting apartment filled to the brim with trash and shameless acts. He didn’t bring any back up, no— This was the perfect time to let out some of this aggression he had. With each man he found he pulled zero punches, breaking noses, knocking out teeth, bashing their heads onto any hard surface that was near by. For those who died in that apartment, they were lucky. The man who unfortunately got spared was taken. He woke up tied to a chair, he didn’t remember much or knew was he was but he could smell the ocean, feel the waves under him as the ship rocked back and forth. He tried to plead and beg, promising to give Ran any information if he let him go. Ran had taken a few pages out of Sanzu’s book, he took two fingers, both middle from each hand and beat him stupid. Just before having his underlings stuff his barely conscious body into a barrel full of cement and then chucking him into the ocean.

He sent the fingers to the dead man’s boss, which he learned the location from the man he just tortured. Ran insisted on going alone, however, he was forced to go with Sanzu and Rindou. They raided the safe house, gunning down any and everyone inside. It was a bloodbath and yet it still wasn’t enough to get rid of this feeling inside.

Week two, if Ran couldn’t fight this feeling out— He’d fuck it out. Going to the club almost nightly to find a new body to lay in his bed. However, it never got far. He couldn’t get aroused with the drunken sluts who put it out for anybody with money, it wasn’t his style. After two nights of straight clubbing, having women grind on him, tease him, grab him, he decided to simply call someone he knew. He figured he couldn’t get hard because they weren’t his type, now Jane— She wasn’t the best girl, no, but she was great at giving head and was even better at riding. He invited her to his condo, glass windows allowing the moonlight to enter his room as his legs were spread apart just enough for her to fit her head between his legs. His pants were down to his ankles along with his boxers.

“Such a pretty cock, I’ve been waiting so long—” She was cut off when he entangled his hands in her vibrant red locks pulling her towards his cock.

“Too mouthy, get to work.” His eyes darken as he stared at her, pushing her face into the underside of his member. She giggled before letting out a closed mouth moan, releasing vibrations in her throat as she went to work. Her hands on either side of his thigh while she started with his balls, sucking on one while slightly tugging on it, it was sloppy. She barely started and drool was everywhere. She licked the underside of his cock before bobbing her head skillfully up and down, taking him completely like a pro. She worked as hard as she could but, he still wasn’t hard. He hasn’t been since she came, for five minutes she pulled out all the stops. Jerking him off, playing with his balls, deep throating, everything. He barely let out a shaken breath, he was composed.

He pushed her off of him and quickly demanded her to be face down as up and she obliged. She looked back at him as she got on all fours on the bed only for him to slam her face down, he felt disgusted just knowing it was her. He pumped his cock a couple of times before spitting directly on the tip, he placed himself at her slit before pushing himself in. He wasted no time, he jackhammered into her. She was loud and obnoxious with her moans, dramatic even. He couldn’t get hard if she was acting like some cheap prostitute trying to earn extra money, he slammed her face into the pillows hoping to muffle her. He closed his eyes as he continued to thrust, one hand on her thighs and the other holding her head down.

It didn’t work.

She didn’t feel the same, smell the same, look the same, it was just— wrong.

He pulled himself out with a sigh, he dragged her up by her hair as he made her sit up for him to take her place. He laid flat on the bed, and with a simple command he told her to ride him. She bit her lip before smiling, she cradled his thighs only for him to growl out—

“Other way.” He refused to look at her. He felt as if he would vomit if he did. With a scoff she turned around, grabbing his flaccid dick visibly upset that she wasn’t enough to get him hard. She tried bouncing, grinding, spelling his name and “coconut” with her hips but nothing worked.

“Why isn’t anything working?” She scoffed, removing herself from on top of him before caressing his face.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a slut then it would actually feel good.” He sighed before getting up, pushing himself off the bed. He gathered her clothes and threw them next to her, his dark stare told her to change.

“W-What does that mean?” She stuttered out, still not putting on her clothes. She sat up in the bed, moving closer to the edge. On her knees with her hands in-between her legs she looked up at him with puppy eyes as she grabbed his arm, “Ran-Ran, what do you mean?”

“You’re easy, you wasted no time to fuck me the first time you saw me. Who knows how many others you let inside that loose cunt of yours— Get out.” He snatched his arm away from her grip as he opened his room door.

“Ran! Don’t be like that!” Still naked she walked over to him, hand rubbing his toned arm up and down, “Look, you’re stressed. Come back to bed and we can try again, yeah?” She stood on her tippy toes to lean next to his ear, “Ill do that thing you like.” Within seconds he had her turned around and pushed out the door, he threw her clothes out of his room before closing the door and locking it.

He tuned out her yells and screams as she banged on his door.

“Don’t get mad at me because you can’t get hard! It’s your fault! Not mine— You can’t do this Ran! Let me back in—” Her yells had woken up his younger brother who stares at her as if she was a mad woman, with a cocked eyebrow he told her to stop embarrassing herself and get out. She quickly changed her clothes, embarrassment rising inside her. She didn’t know anyone else was here, he was so quiet she didn’t even hear him sneak up on her. After she left Rindou told Ran through his closed door to pick better women.

He sighed as he laid in bed, in nothing more than his boxers as he tried to ignore the overpowering smell of her perfume in his bed. He rolled his eyes as he thought about Jane’s overly dramatic moans and how in comparison to yours were nothing more than painful to hear. Yours were soft, melodic, it made him want to make you feel good. Feel good because of him, the way you were embarrassed because of how good it felt— How you covered your mouth, ashamed of the noises you made.

Oh.

His hand palmed his now hard cock, he cocked his eyebrow with a scoff as he thought “There you are, a little late now.” He pulled down his boxers just enough to free himself, now standing proud and tall a complete 180 from how it was earlier. He pumped his hands up and down his length, his thumb squeezing his tip as precum leaked. His mind traveled to how you squeezed around his tongue when you were close to your orgasm, how you cried at the smallest feeling of pleasure. He imagines having you all to himself, you were a virgin too— He’d be your first. He groaned at the thought of being the first and last one inside your cunt. He would fuck you till you forgot your name, making sure you came over and over again, all because of him. He felt himself get close as he thought about your fucked out face and how cute you would sound mewling his name. Quickening his pace as he pumped himself he bit his lip holding back the urge to cry your name as he shoot spurts of cum into his hand.

Now he knows why Jane wasn’t doing it for him.

Week three, as days passed Ran sat on his couch thinking of nothing as he twirled his cup waiting the dark liquor spin around its cage and swirl the circle ice that resided inside. The sound of burning wood and light wind was the only noise made besides the small “clink” from when the ice hit the inside of the cup. He has barely spoken on day three, only listened. He attended his meetings, done his job, even did his paperwork without complaints. His co-workers became worried about him, he wasn’t himself. Not a single snarky remark or sarcastic comeback, he even refused to go to a local club owned by Bonten. One of his favorite half-time activities.

His brother tried to speak to him, but it was as if he was turned to stone, he barely responded. Nothing more than shell of the man he once was.

He lays in bed at night, staring at the wall before picking up his phone and reading through your messages. He stares at the picture of the bunny macaroons as he feels a soft smile run across his face when he remembers how he teased you for wanting a bunny shaped treat, the way you pouted and complained about his teasing was adorable. You were his kryptonite.

His precious little dove. The only thing he can think about is how upset you were, the look of betrayal and shame as you slapped him. He regrets everything, he wishes he met you properly. Took you out on a date, held your hand, took it slow. Learned to understand his feelings, made you understand them. He wants to hold you, love you, he wants his world to revolve around you and you alone. But now, you hate him all because he couldn't control his jealousy.

He really fucked up.

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Chapter 23

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I headcanon that Ran's mom passed away and he was a big Mama's boy

Ran texts his mom to get some comfort cause he misses her

I also think he's a romantic and he got it from his mom

Idk it's cute

Anyways double upload as promised, it's short I know but I miss Ran

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Chapter 35

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Finally, Saturday. A dreadful day for you but an exciting one for the rest of those around you. Your brother spent all day in the bathroom, grooming himself to protection for his date. You unfortunately agreed to walking to his college to pick him up, considering it’s not that far away from your college— possibly a 15 minute walk.

Sanzu cheered, arms whipping in the air as he finally finished the last of his work. “Fucking finally! Now I can get wasted!” His cheer could be heard throughout the headquarters.

“Took him long enough.” Kokonoi smirked as he adjusted his sleeves.

“Surprised he actually got it done.” Kakucho grabs his car keys before tossing them to Rin, who catches them with an open hand on the side.

“Where’s Ran?” Kokonoi asks as he watched Rin glance down checking his phone for the time.

“Said he’d meet us there— Come on pothead! Let’s go!” Answering Kokonoi’s question before yelling at Sanzu who was still in his office.

“Hold on! I’m changing!” Sanzu yelled back while flipping him off— As if anyone would be able to see.

“You sure you don’t wanna come boss?” Kakucho cocked his eyebrow at the smaller male who was eating some snack Takeomi had brought. A muffled “no” was enough as he continued to munch away.

“Me and Mikey have a business meeting to attend, some well-off cocksucker wants a piece of Bonten. Offering a pretty penny too.” Takeomi elaborates on his boss’s decline.

“Run his pockets dry.” With a devious smirk Kokonoi’s eyes flicker at the sound of money.

“Of course.” The same smirk is returned by Takeomi. Rin and Kakucho can only shake their heads— Poor kid doesn’t even know what’s coming to him.

“Alrigjt let’s go!” Sanzu says as he made his way down to the main lobby. Dressed in an white button up shirt with crisp slacks and a gold belt as accent. Three of his buttons are loose, revealing just a sneak peak of his toned body. Three chains are around his neck and his ears are covered in piercings.

“Took your ass long enough.” A grumble from Rin before giving Sanzu a light side kick to his leg, only for it to be returned by a pinch to the side of his stomach.

“You guys are worse then children, let’s go!” Kokonoi snatched the keys from Rin, leaving the door before he could complain— he really wanted to drive.

“See ya later boss!” Sanzu waves with a closed eye smile, “Don’t die old man!” He said to his brother only to get flipped off— with love.

The rest of the men showed their respect by bowing to Takeomi and Mikey before leaving to their destination. The car ride was, chaotic to say the least— Rin and Sanzu fought for the front seat, which resulted in Rindou yanking Sanzu by his collar. Pulling him away from the front door before hopping in himself.

Like the petty man Sanzu is, he sat directly behind Rin— he was going to make his life a living hell. Kakucho was whining with a childish pout because Kokonoi refused to turn up the radio. While those two were going back and forth, Sanzu was yanking Rindou's hair, pulling his seat belt, and the final straw— Blew on his neck.

“I swear to fucking god Sanzu, I will shoot you!” Whipping his head back to glare at the childish man behind him.

“Eat shit chicken little.” Sticking his tongue out all smugly only ticked Rindou off. Quickly unbuckling his seat belt, he reached over the side of his seat— Arms extended wide as he aimed for Sanzu’s neck. A strain appeared on both of their foreheads, Sanzu leaning back on Kakucho— An innocent bystander, trying to dodge Rin’s attack. Legs flaring in the air as he cursed him with insults.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!”Kakucho yelled trying to push Sanzu off which only resulted in Sanzu leaning back more, if he went up then he’d surely find demise by Rin’s hands. Which were still trying to attack him.

“TELL MR. “THE SKY IS FALLING” TO FUCK OFF FIRST!” A quote directly from Chicken Little.

“FUCKING—” Rin couldn’t even get his insult out before Kokonoi harshly stomped on the breaks, the car stopping adrupyly. The sudden jerk of the car had Kakucho pushed against the car door with Sanzu laying on his stomach with his legs in the air. Rin didn’t fare any better as he was whipped back into his seat, his head hit against the door.

“Sit your asses down and shut up or I swear to whatever God you idiots believe in— I will turn this bitch around.” A stern voice reminiscent to a mother caused the boys to sit in their seat, backs straight, seatbelts on, and quiet.

“Fucking imbeciles.” He grumbled as he began to drive again. He couldn’t wait for this drive to be over.

“Okay! Y/n, I’m leaving now! I’ll call you later, alright?” Your brother yelled from downstairs.

“Alright! Don’t die loser!” You yelled back from the safety of your room, you heard the door slam close— He was extremely excited. He scored a date with his highschool crush, you were proud of him. Which, was weird to say, you both never had the best of relationships but you made it work. One thing you can thank Ran, ever since that terrible heartbreak you and your brother have been closer than ever. Almost like best friends— Speaking of best friends, you were pissed at Haru.

He has a life, yes, you knew that, but he promised. You really needed him and he was a no show, but you knew he had no control over life. You stared at your T.V. as you watched the News cover the recent explosion at the dock— It seemed so random yet planned out, obviously the senator had some enemies.

Well, now you were bored and Haru isn’t an option, your mother is getting waxed— Unfortunately, you know exactly why. Disgusting parents. And you no longer talk to Ran, so like any logical person would do when their bored. You went to sleep.

By the time Rin and the crew made it, Ran was waiting outside the frat house looking at his watch, dressed in a long black wool trench coat that rested on his shoulders, the shirt underneath was a lilac button up shirt that only had the bottom buttons done, with white loose pants— His hair wasn’t in his normal braids, for this occasion he wore his hair in a ponytail. He looked as if he belonged in a model magazine.

The me finally pulled up in their car, Kokonoi wearing a face of annoyance while the others bicker behind him— When their eyes and Ran’s locked, the men froze. Slightly worried about what might come their way, after all he did know about them and Y/n. With each step Ran took towards them they slightly stepped back.

“Stop running, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He sighs placing one hand on Kokonoi’s shoulder and the other on Kakucho’s, a tight squeeze that has them wince in pain. “Unless you deserved to be hurt?” his eyes dart over to Sanzu who just smiled. The men shook their head and Rin sighed at his brother’s action. After releasing their shoulders he made his way to Sanzu, they both smiled at each ither— Fake. With a quick pull back Ran’s fist met Sanzu’s stomach. Hands wrapping around the injured spot he glared at the man who caused his pain.

“You bastard..” A strain in his voice.

“Pay back, not only for talking to my beloved but also for that stupid stunt at the dock.” His hand wrapped around Sanzu’s shoulder. “We’re good now~” Teasing voice as he smiled at his injured state, Kokonoi and Kakucho are grateful it wasn’t them. Ran’s punches hurt.

With that, they all made their way into the frat house. Ready to drink the night away and sleep with whoever puts it out, except Ran wasn’t all that drunk and he wasn’t interested in sex. He didn’t even want to be here but he went because Rin wanted him to, well, at least he can drive them back home because the men are wasted. Laughing and joking with the frat boys and sorority girls as they play beer pong or chug whatever disgusting concoction they were given as a dare— Ran will not miss the college life once he graduates. Slowly sipping on his Gin tonic he scans the party, looking for anything interesting and trying to ignore the sounds of Kakucho vomiting.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying the party bro!” A harsh slap on his back as him scowling at the man behind him— Gin.

“Not my usual nor preferred setting.” Ran sighed.

“Well, we have a bunch of drinks and girls… Or guys if you’re into that.” Ran chuckled at Gin trying to be all inclusive, “But try and socialize! Nobody likes a brooder, you’re not batman!” He laughs, loudly as he raises his finger, signaling for someone to get him a beer. As Ran looks at him, his features seem somewhat, familiar. As if he’s seen him before, he just can’t quite place it.

As Gin opens his mouth to speak to Ran his attention goes elsewhere, to one of his drunk friends.

“NO! Bad Arnold! We don’t eat the house plants!” And with that he’s running off to his friend who he yells at as if he’s a dog. A shake of Ran’s head with a soft smile, it’s not bad here.

An hour has passed and the party is still going strong, people are still coming and the night is young. But the ones who’ve been here since the party began are wasted, Gin is all over some girl as he giggles in her ear. Sanzu and Rindou are drawing on Kakucho’s face while Kokonoi is trying to teach some poor girl about proper financing— He’s definitely not getting laid tonight, and Ran is only on his third drink. He doesn’t feel not even a buzz.

You would hate it here he thought to himself.

And he was right, you hated every second trying to find your idiotic brother who called you talking about how horses are just un-evolved unicorns. You decided it was time for him to go home, so you walked here— and it was freezing. When you finally find your brother, you’re kicking his ass. You weave your way through the crowd, bumping into many people, being pushed around on accident by dancing students. God you hate it here.

Maybe it was by divine fate that Ran spotted you through the crowd, or maybe it was work of the devil, but you were here. At the same time he was— he doesn’t believe in meant to be, but he will definitely be thanking Rindou for dragging him out here.

“Y/n, funny seeing you here.” You hate your life. Ran stands tall in front of you, eyes peering down. He’s trying his hardest not to seem desperate and you want to run away, last time you saw him you were being chased by a bunch of nobodies— This isn’t this you planned for your night to go

“Yeah..” You walk around him, trying to avoid any more conversation. You just wanna go home.

“What are you doing here?” His hand wrapped around your waist hesitantly when he saw your body get pushed by some guy dancing. You tried to push his hand off but the grip got tighter, just for a little bit he thought. Just wants to touch you a little bit longer.

“Im looking for my brother.” You spoke, awfully aware of the hand on your waist. Unfortunately, he couldn’t hear you. Not with his mind racing, heart thumping, and music blaring. He guides you up the stairs, watching your steps more then his.

“Get out.” He glares at the couple who were kissing in the room— your hands cover your eyes as the couple were practically naked, obviously about to engage in something more than kissing. Scrambling to put their clothes on they hurried as Ran's glare got colder by the second.

“You can’t just-!” His body engulfed yours, head buried in your neck as he wrapped his arms around your body the moment they left. Stunned you stood there for a moment, embracing him until you realized— “What are you doing? Get off of me!” You tried to push him off, but you couldn’t. His grip was too strong.

“You’re so mean.” His voice was a whisper, you wouldn’t be able to hear it if he wasn’t so close. His leg kicked the door closed before pushing you against it, now you’re closed off.

“You didn’t even let me explain, you just blocked me. You’re so cruel Y/n.” Maybe he was a little tipsy, his voice sounded so broken. So fragile, you couldn’t help but feel bad. Your throat ran dry as he whined in your ear. “I missed you, I’ve missed you so much.”

“You don’t miss me, you miss your plaything.” Your voice was as hushed as his— The music faded out, the only thing you could focus on was him, as if you were the only people in the world.

“I miss that too—” He chuckles before looking you in your eyes, “But I really miss your smile and your laugh, I miss when you would insult me and spend time with me.” He continues.

“You mean before you ruined it.” A soft glare at him, you’re still upset. “You did this to yourself, Ran. Fuck— You really hurt me.”

“I know, I know, but I can explain. Please, just give me the chance to explain…” Desperate and vulnerable, the great Ran Haitani is desperate for you. You agreed, maybe it’s because you want to forgive him or the rush of power you feel at the fact that he’s so weak for you— you didn’t realize it before.

“I love you, Y/n. Before you say anything, I know we haven’t known each other long and we started off wrong— so wrong.” His head finds it way back to your neck, “But I do, you mean everything to me. You creeped your way into my heart and before I knew it, I was in love with you. What I said was wrong, I was jealous.” He turned his head to look at you and your face was flushed. He blew against your neck to catch your attention and it worked.

“I don’t want anyone else around you but me.” A small laugh left his mouth in disappointment, “Selfish right? But it’s true, I want to be the only one around you. Forever and always. I want to try again, the right way— Take you out on a date, spoil you rotten, wanna feel nervous when we first hold hands n’ I wanna kiss you, n’ do other things, but I wanna do it right.” He placed a tender kiss on your neck, not sexual or with any hidden intent. Just a kiss, he’s showing you how much he wants to do better.

“Please.” He muttered through the kiss and it takes you a while to answer— It’s hard to believe that the one and only Ran is in love with you. Someone who has no social power, average looks (in your eyes), and no life. Why would he want you? You think it’s a joke, that small flicker of insecurity but the look on Ran’s face tells you it’s genuine. He’s in love with you.

Tears fall from your eyes and soft sniffles leave your mouth, “Its not a joke right?” You sniffle again as your tears become apparent to Ran.

“Y/n…” He’s shut up by you speaking again.

“You really love me? You really mean it?” Now you sound desperate as your tears drip onto Ran, he can’t help by feel his lip quiver and his eyes burn.

“Every word, dove. Every fucking word.” He whispers as his forehead touches yours, “I fucking adore you.” Fuck— Now he’s crying. He hasn’t cried since his mother passed, you really are something else. Two years slip from his eyes, wetting his cheeks as he pulls you closer. Kissing your forehead with soft circles on the smalls of your back.

“I love you too Ran.” There it is—

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Chapter 3

Y/n has always been a faceless girl, faceless as in she will never do or be anything significant. She had decided to be nothing more than a shadow and stay out of everyone's way and have a peaceful first year of college. How will she handle the one and only Ran Haitani who seems to be obsessed with her?

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⚠️ WARNING⚠️ this series will be labeled as NSFW, therefore no minors can interact. There will also be slight bullying, mentions of death and murder (possibly very descriptive), drugs, underaged drinking (everyone is over 18+), manipulation, kidnapping, and yandere tendencies. Please be warned and proceed with caution.

You flung your phone across the room after reading the last text he sent you, you just wanted to curl up and die. A tad dramatic, yes, but he won’t stop bringing it up.

You jolted up from the bed, maybe a little too fast. You felt lightheaded, a similar feeling to earlier. You shook your head trying to erase the memory, the thought, everything, much like how they do in cartoons. You rushed to your bathroom to take off the clay mask you had applied earlier. It’s not like you begged him to do it, he practically forced you. You rationalized the situation in your head as you dragged the warm towel across your face, the clay mask disappearing into the plush cloth. You devised a plan to have him leave you alone wishing for peace and quiet. To go back to being a nobody.

When you made it back to your room you looked at your phone that was flung, you sighed hoping it didn’t break when it met the ground. You refused to pick it up, you shook in fear for a split second when your phone dinged with a notification, you were afraid of what you might see from Ran. Maybe he might have sent one of those videos or pictures he spoke of earlier…

You jumped into your bed, face first plopping into your cloud like pillow. You sighed once more, thankful that you didn’t have to attend school until Monday. God is good. As you close your eyes you worried that you may dream about the man, and you hated that thought.

You hated the effect he had on you. You had to get a grip, he’s just bored. That’s why he’s doing this. Your heart needs to stop fluttering before you actually kill yourself.

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