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LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

chapter specific warnings: reader has a panic attack

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CHAPTER ⅩⅠ. ... HOME IS WHEREVER I'M WITH YOU

TWELVE YEARS EARLIER.

Perhaps it was a mistake to bring them back to the penthouse, you considered as you watched Muto Yasuhiro tower over Miss Yua as she finished making dinner for all of them, eyes curious and absolutely oblivious to the withering looks that your caretaker kept shooting him as he inched closer and closer to where she was standing at the stove.

In the distance, you heard Shion and Rindou shouting at one another--Shion had demanded to see their room, Rindou said to fuck off, Miss Yua promptly gave him a steely look that said: ‘you brought these boys here, you handle this because I will not, and in return, Rindou shot you a look so baleful that it had you trying to discreetly shift behind Mochizuki Kanji, who most definitely noticed considering how he immediately moved out of the way to keep you in Rindou’s line of sight.

There was another crash from down the hall, a particularly loud yell from Rindou, and you winced, internally apologizing to him before returning your attention back to the others in the main sitting room.

Ran and Mochizuki Kanji were lounged out on the couches, streaming a show on the television that you didn’t recognize. Ran nodded for you to come sit with him but you knew damn well that the smile he shot you was one of a venus fly trap--once you were within grasp of him, he was going to keep you trapped with those stupid long spider arms just so there was no risk of you trying to escape before he and Rindou could talk to you about what had happened.

… not that you had been thinking of doing that… of course.

You shot a longing look over to the elevator. Ran cleared his throat.

You forced your gaze from the elevator back toward him.

Don’t you fucking dare, his expression warned you, I will chase you.

And you knew damn well he would, and he’d probably enlist his stupid friends to help if from the way he shot Mochi a sharp look said anything about it.

“Come sit over here,” Ran said, nodding you over, but you only glared at him.

“No,” you said, turning and walking away, right down the hall. You didn’t particularly know where you were going. You knew Miss Yua would get on your ass if you went to hide out in your room after bringing all of these boys back to the apartment, and you knew very well that Rindou and Ran would pin it all on you too because they hadn’t even wanted to bring them over to begin with.

You considered, for a moment, going to Rindou and Shion, but any thought of that was very, very quickly swept away as you paused outside of Rindou’s room only to hear an even louder crash that had you continuing down the hall immediately.

“Shion, I’ll fucking slaughter you,” Rindou roared--another crash--and you winced, disappearing down the last hall on the left, making your way to the music room on the opposite side of the penthouse.

Maybe you could just lock yourself in there, you considered. It would be quiet, at least, because the walls were soundproofed. You grimaced as another particularly loud shattering sound hit your ears from the direction you had come from, your decision finalized.

Miss Yua was going to kill him, you could practically feel the heat in the penthouse rising as Miss Yua’s anger rose--you knew she was only controlling herself because there were guests over and as soon as the other boys were gone, the three of you would be in for it--Rindou especially if he was making as big a mess as it sounded like he was.

You made your way to the end of the hall, stepping into the room with a sigh and shutting the heavy door behind you. Just as you were going to lock it, you heard someone clear their throat and jumped so hard that you swore your heart had leapt out of your chest.

You swiveled around, eyes wide and wild before slowly calming as your gaze landed on a familiar head of white hair. Izana, you recognized, you had forgotten that he had come back to the penthouse with you guys. He had disappeared as soon as Rindou and Shion had started their shit.

His lavender eyes were oddly curious as he watched you and you swallowed thickly, nerves on fire. You were barely able to meet his eyes, and you weren’t sure as to why he made you so nervous--you had gotten a lot better with stuff like that over the years. You had taken so many debate classes, you’d done public speeches a million times over, talking in front of friends and strangers to try to beat the anxiety out of yourself before your uncle started to prepare you for inheriting Izanagi but there was something about Izana that just kept you on edge.

His eyes glittered off of the setting sun but they bore into you so intensely that it had your skin crawling. Kurokawa Izana was pretty, that was for sure, but it was in a rather unsettling sort of way that was hard for you to look at for long.

“What’re you doing in here?” you finally steeled yourself to ask, squaring your shoulders and raising your chin as you met Izana’s eyes.

You faltered when you noticed that it was quite obvious what he was doing in there—there was a guitar resting on his lap, the one your uncle had given you a few months prior for your seventeenth birthday. You had asked for a violin but you assumed he had forgotten and went for another stringed instrument.

Izana didn’t respond to your question, evidently having found it unnecessary considering how your eyes sparkled at the sight of the guitar.

“You play?” you asked, ignoring as Izana’s gaze flicked in annoyance as you drew closer to where he was sitting on the piano bench.

“Not really,” he said after a moment, “taught myself but the one I have is broken. Can’t get it fixed.”

You plopped down on the bench next to him, “Can I hear you play?”

“No.”

Your lips turned down, “Rude,” you muttered, leaning back and crossing your ankles as you looked out across Tokyo’s skyline, down to the streets of Roppongi where people were bustling home after a busy day at work.

You couldn’t hear Rindou and Shion fighting anymore, nor could you hear the movie playing in the sitting room. It was oddly peaceful, all things considered, and you couldn’t help but let your gaze draw back to Izana.

“… are you sure you won’t play?”

Izana shot you a withering look, you shut your mouth and looked back out toward the city.

“… so are you like their leader or something?”

Izana sighed heavily, “You just don’t shut up, do you?” he said.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you said, not letting it bother you.

“It is not meant as one,” Izana responded dryly but you brushed it off.

“So? Are you? Ran and Rin never really tell me anything about you guys but from the way you told them all to stop I kinda figure that you lead ‘em. Or at the very least they gotta respect you,” you pointed out and Izana rolled his eyes, the orange sky reflecting in them as he looked back out across the skyline.

“How observant,” he drawled.

“You gotta be somethin’ special, y’know?” you said, eyeing him curiously, “Ran ‘n Rin always said they never wanted or needed a gang, and they don’t listen to anyone.”

“They listen to you,” Izana pointed out, you waved him off.

“Rarely,” you said immediately. “They do what they want.”

Izana hummed, as if he didn’t quite believe you, but he didn’t push any further.

You tilted your head to the side so you could look steadily at Izana, “Why?” you asked, and you didn’t have to elaborate on your question considering how Izana’s eyes flashed with irritation.

“You’re quite bold,” he murmured, sparing you a short look.

“I like knowing things, especially concerning Ran and Rindou,” you said firmly, “and especially when they get all weird and secretive.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“Good thing cats have nine lives—I can risk losing one,” you grinned at him, “So? You gonna answer?”

He studied you for a moment and you couldn’t help but feel distinctly uncomfortable under his gaze, your smile slowly falling until you were once again unable to meet his eyes.

“We wanted to create a new era,” Izana finally said after a few moments and you turned to look at him again, his elbows propped up against the fall board of the piano as he leaned back. The setting sun put a sort of glow over him that nearly captivated you—or maybe it was just his words, you couldn’t tell. “For kids like us, you know?”

“Kids like you?” you questioned after a moment. Izana didn’t look at you.

“Orphans,” Izana said, his head fell to the side as he looked at you, white strands of hair falling into his face, “not all of us get off as easy as you did.”

You swallowed thickly, looking away, “How did you…”

Izana turned his attention back toward the window. “You referred to the man and woman as Miss and Mister. Not mother and father. The woman said your uncle would be home for dinner tomorrow, no pictures of any other adults around the place. The Haitanis have been living with you here for quite a bit now. If not an orphan, at the very least, abandoned to live with your uncle.”

“Orphaned,” you said after a moment of silence, “Car crash.”

Something in Izana changed at your words, his lips turned down, his shoulders untensed.

“Kakucho too,” he said quietly.

“Who’s Kakucho?” you asked, “He wasn’t-”

“A friend,” Izana told you but his voice was fonder than it had been before, “What Ran and Rindou are to you. That’s what he is to me. I met him at the orphanage. We planned this together—we called it a kingdom, Tenjiku.”

“Did it change?” you asked curiously, his brows furrowed as he looked at you. “You said ‘it started.’”

Izana tilted his head, considering your words. “No. That’s still the ultimate goal,” he said, but his eyes were darker and his lips were tight. “I just have to take a short detour first.”

His words sent a chill down your spine, and you opened your mouth to ask what the detour was but hesitated as soon as the words were at the tip of your tongue.

You had a distinct feeling that you did not want to know.

A new era… your mind raced as you looked down at the streets, thinking back to the night you found Ran and Rindou—Ran’s anger and desperation, the survival mindset that had him aggressive and distrustful.

Two sides of the same coin, you guys were—except your’s had landed face up, given a life of wealth and luxury after the car crash that took the lives of your parents and sister, while their’s had landed face down, forced to live on scraps off the streets after the orphanage they were living at tried to separate them.

You got lucky, Izana was right. How easily you could have been in that very same situation…

You shut your eyes briefly, and behind your eyelids you were met with the dirty, angry face of Ran five years ago, eyes wide and wild and teary as he held Rindou to his chest, his little brother bleeding out in his arms.

You wondered how many other kids there were that met a similar fate, except they were not lucky enough to have you stumble upon them.

You felt sick.

“I’ll help,” you said, opening your eyes to look at Izana. His head snapped toward you, eyes narrowed. “Well, you’re not gonna build a new era without money, and I can’t fight but I got lots of money. I’ll help you build it. I want to start a new beginning for me, too--for my family. My uncle wants me to follow in his footsteps but I don’t want to do that. I’m gonna start my own company separate from him--he’ll be angry when he finds out but I don’t care. We’ll create our new eras together.”

He studied you, “The path we might go down to build it. It might not be-”

“I know,” you said, “but Ran and Rindou will be at your side anyway, and there’s no path I wouldn’t follow them down.”

You rose to your feet, looking down at Izana, a new and unfamiliar sort of hope and determination building in your chest. “Come on, Miss Yua should be done with dinner—she made spaghetti. She makes the best tomato sauce too—you’ll love it.”

“I don’t have much to compare it to,” Izana said dryly, rising to his feet. He went to put the guitar back on the stand, but his fingers tightened on it, as if he were reluctant to put it away.

You reached out, grabbing his arm. He froze.

“You can have it, if you want,” Izana didn’t respond, frowning. “You said yours is broken, this one is brand new. And I don’t play anyway, my uncle got it for me for my birthday—I asked for a violin but I guess he forgot. It’s just dusting away here, it’d be better off with someone who could make use of it.”

He shook his head as if to say no, and you only shrugged, “Well, you’re always welcome to take it. I have no use for it anyway. Actually, when’s your birthday?”

“I don’t want a gift,” Izana said immediately, you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, I’ll find out. Anyway, it’s mostly selfish. I want you to learn to play better on a not-broken guitar so I have someone to play with, I know piano, we could play some like Tears for Fears or Billy Joel together, it’d be fun. I tried to get Rin to learn but he prefers his DJ stuff, and Ran has absolutely zero musical propensity,” you chatted as you walked over to the door.

“… I prefer Queen,” Izana said and your eyes lit up as you whipped back around to look at him.

“You know Queen?” you asked, excited, Izana nodded, stiffening as you linked arms with him but you ignored it. “Somebody to Love is my favorite, we should totally play that. I think you’re my new best friend. I’m gonna go break the news to Ran and Rin.”

—-

Silence.

Neither Ran nor Rindou had said a single thing to you since their friends had left. Miss Yua went out with Mister Ayato, not even giving you a reassuring look before the elevators slid shut. You knew she was mad at you—you’ve known it for two weeks since you originally snapped at her for trying to get involved.

You stared at the ground, air heavy and suffocating between the three of you. Rindou and Ran were looking at each other, having one of those silent conversations that you could never quite keep up with.

As the silence drew on, the guilt that weighed on you only got heavier. You couldn’t breathe correctly, your fingers were twitching at your sides.

You didn’t feel guilty for not telling them. You had thought you were doing what was right, and a part of you still genuinely believed that you had done the right thing. There was no telling how Ran and Rindou would have reacted to you telling them what was happening at school. And Ran had proved your worries correct when he didn’t stop after Izana had told him to.

The choice had been between suffering through being tormented by your classmates or risking Ran and Rindou being sent back to juvie—and this time it would have been harder to get them out considering who they were targeting. And you would always choose your own personal suffering over risking anything bad happening to them.

So you didn’t feel guilty for not telling them, really, but…

You shut your eyes briefly and behind your eyelids you could see the hurt expressions that spread across both of their faces when you yelled at them to leave you alone, when you told them you didn’t want to hang out with them anymore, and when you told them to go away every time they tried to come near you. You could still hear them calling after you, you could still feel their fingers brushing your skin as they reached after you. The two weeks without them had been hellish for you, and you were sure it had been worse for them because they thought they had done something wrong when they hadn’t.

You had hurt them.

Bad.

Your throat felt tight, your stomach churned dangerously. You let out a shaky breath, your vision blurred with tears. Ran opened his mouth to say something but you were faster.

“I’m sorry,” you gasped out, throwing yourself forward into both of them, one arm around each of them. Ran let out an ‘oof’, taking a step back to steady himself before he toppled over, and Rindou inhaled sharply, one arm coming to wrap around your waist. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just-“

You took in another wet breath, burying your face in Rindou’s neck. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperate to not let the tears spill over.

“I was scared,” you finally said, “I didn’t want the two of you to get in trouble because of me again. I was scared.”

Neither of them spoke for a moment and your grip around them tightened. Fear hit you like a truck—fear that they weren’t going to forgive you, that you had done too much damage for them to just accept your apology and move on.

But then as Ran let out a heavy breath and your entire body trembled as he leaned into you, pressing his lips to the top of your head, you finally broke down. Near incoherent babbles spilling from your lips—apologies, please for them not to hate you, ‘I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.’

Rindou shifted the two of you onto the couch, nodding for Ran to sit down. You curled up against them and for a moment, you couldn’t help but think back to when you had first met them all those years ago—small, skinny, skin and bones, really. You remembered genuinely fearing that you would break Rindou roughhousing with him after he’d recovered from the stab wound.

It wasn’t as if they were weak, the Haitani brothers had never been weak, they had just been… more fragile, you supposed, more prone to injury. But now… your eyes fluttered shut as Rindou’s arms tightened around you and Ran’s hand rubbed circles on your mid-back, a strange, unfamiliar feeling sweeping over you.

“You can’t do this,” Ran said quietly, “Distance yourself from us like that, not tell us what’s going on. You can’t do that.”

“I didn’t want-“

“I know what you didn’t want but-“ Ran began but you cut him off.

“There’s no buts!” you interrupted him, pulling your face from where it was buried in Rindou’s neck to look at Ran and you hated how your vision was blurred with tears. “My uncle told me-“ your voice cracked, you tried to steady it, “He told me what that asshole had been saying to make you snap like that. You’re not going to prison because of me, Ran. I’m sorry for distancing myself the way I did but I’m not sorry for distancing myself in general. If I can’t-“

Ran opened his mouth to interrupt, noticing how your voice was getting more high-pitched and how it was cracking.

“I’m talking,” you said, “If I can’t trust you to control your temper then you shouldn’t expect me to tell you things that might make you angry. I-I’m sorry for being so mean about it but I’m not sorry for doing it. You would have gotten yourself thrown in juvie, or worse this time. These kids aren’t just regular kids, their parents are powerful.”

Ran looked away, oddly silent. You tensed, bracing yourself for an argument and Rindou’s grip around your waist tightened.

The argument never came. Ran didn’t speak up for a good minute, there was an odd expression on his face that you just couldn’t quite place.

“I’ll be better about it,” Ran said after a few moments and you frowned as you straightened a bit from where you were curled into Rindou. Your eyes met Ran’s, “I promise. But you need to promise me that you’ll be more open about stuff like this. That’s fair, yeah?”

“… that’s fair,” you agreed quietly. Ran held out an arm toward you, beckoning you to come closer. You shifted away from Rindou and Ran tugged you into his lap, you let out a shaky breath as you hid your face in his chest, the familiar scent a comfort. His arms were strong around you and his face was pressed against the top of your head. “You promise you don’t hate me? I was kinda mean…”

“Kinda?” Ran asked dryly, voice muffled against your hair. “We’d never hate you.”

Your shoulders trembled at his words, and you tried so hard not to let yourself break down again, “But-“ you said.

“There are no buts,” Ran murmured, repeating the very same words to you that you had spoken to him, albeit his voice was gentle and the soft circles he rubbed on your back eased the rising panic away. “There’s nothing you could do that could ever make us hate you.”

Your breath caught, you tried to smother another sob that wracked your chest, “You promise?”

Rindou sounded disgruntled, “You planning on pulling this shit again?”

You pulled your face from Ran’s chest instantly, “No,” you said, eyes wide as you looked at him, “N-“

Your voice faltered when you caught the amused look in his eyes. Both he and Ran snickered when you deflated.

Just as you were going to open your mouth to say something, you felt a palm cup your cheek. Your eyes were teary as you looked up, meeting the lavender ones of Rindou. His face was now serious, the amusement gone as his thumb brushed your skin.

“Hey,” he said quietly, “We promise.”

—

PRESENT.

You wondered if that promise still held. Your fingers danced aimlessly across the dusty keys of the piano—playing a familiar tune you had learned years ago, your lips tugged down as you paused in the notes, waiting for the strums of the guitar to take over the next portion.

Your eyes slid shut when it never came. A deep, mournful feeling swept over you, one that you hadn’t quite felt in a long, long time. You had shut it out for years. Years, and you had been fucking successful. You couldn’t remember the last time you thought of the rest of S62, you had blocked them from your mind, shoved them to the back of your head.

The room was just how you left it all those years ago, down to the percussion sticks strewn haphazardly across the floor after Shion had launched them at Ran’s head when Ran had made one too many snide comments about Shion’s lack of musical skill.

You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised. You told Miss Yua not to touch the room well before you had left—a desperate hope to maintain a facade of stilled time in the last place you had been with S62, with Izana, before they had gone off to the fight that had inevitably led to Izana’s death.

If you shut your eyes, you swore you could picture yourself lazed out on the piano bench, humming along as Izana strummed the strings of his guitar, as Shion and Mucho and Rindou lurked in the doorway trying not to be noticed by the two of you.

(but you always knew, of course, because as soon as the door cracked open you could hear Ran and Mochi’s movie playing in the main sitting room.)

Your throat felt tight, your chest felt heavy. You reopened your eyes to face reality—the room was dark, lit up solely by the one flickering light in the middle of the room. The dust collecting in the room was sickening, you could feel your nose twitching in irritation but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, lost in the memories that the room had to offer after so many years away.

You hadn’t been in the room since Izana had died—twelve years. It had been twelve years since anyone stepped foot in there.

Your eyes burned, and you weren’t sure if it were because of aggravation from the dust or if it were from the intense emotions battering you at every angle.

The door cracked open.

“Finally, jeez, you’re late again, Izana!”

“Blame Shion and Rindou, they started up again.”

But when you turned to face who opened the door, the purple eyes you met were not Kurokawa Izana’s. Your chest felt tight as you looked at Rindou, and as if he knew what you were thinking, he looked away, turning his gaze to the ground.

“Ran is awake,” he said, and at once the weight of the world had returned to your shoulders, crashing down on you as the sky had to Atlas. “He wants answers.”

We want answers, you knew what he really meant and you felt nausea build so quickly that you felt dizzy.

Here we go, you swallowed thickly, hand dropping from the keys of the piano to lay limp at your side. For a moment, you didn’t look at Rindou. Your eyes drifted to the window overlooking the city, your reflection stared back at you--older, eyes duller, lips tugged down instead of the bright smile that had always been decorating your face back then. You swore that if you stared long enough, you could see Izana kicked back on the piano bench next to where you would always sit, plucking at the guitar strings; you could see Mucho hovering above Rindou, peeking in over Rindou and Shion crouched below him.

But Izana was dead. Mucho was dead. Shion and Mochi, you didn’t even know. And Ran and Rindou…

You shut your eyes, forcing the illusion to fade from your mind as you turned to face Rindou. You didn’t say anything as you made your way to him. You didn’t acknowledge him, and you knew through the way his jaw clenched tight as you stepped past him that it irritated him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

He didn’t say anything, following you back down the hall toward where your rooms were located, you eyed their door curiously, noting that it was cracked open whereas when you passed by it earlier it had been sealed shut. You wondered if they had moved Ran in there, or if Rindou had been reminiscing in a similar way you had been.

Maybe both, you considered as Rindou cleared his throat from behind you, pushing open the door to their room. You waved him off, “I’ll be there in a second,” you murmured. He followed you down the hall toward the kitchen.

You expected him to wait for you in their bedroom with Ran, although maybe you shouldn’t have, you realized. He didn’t trust you not to try to make a break for it--and while it hurt, you knew it was understandable. You had spent the past week, the past six years, running from answering questions.

The past twelve, if you were being quite honest, because that was when this all really started.

There was a sour taste in your mouth as you knelt in front of Mister Ayato’s wine cooler--or well, technically it was your uncle’s but your uncle didn’t live at the penthouse anymore so Mister Ayato took it over. You wrinkled your nose at the cheap bottles of wine and whiskey lining the inside of the mini fridge, unsure of why he always went for the cheap, poor-tasting alcohol over the finer wines and liquors.

“Meh, gets the job done--usually faster too.”

Your lips pulled up at the memory, but they dropped just as quickly when you remembered Ran’s smart-ass response that had Mister Ayato launching a water bottle at his head--the three of you sprinting out of the kitchen and to the elevator, slamming the close button as fast and hard as you could before he could start his lecturing.

You hesitated as you pushed yourself to your feet, grabbing a second bottle of wine out of the fridge before reaching into the cabinet and grabbing three glasses.

“I’m not drinking,” Rindou said sharply, you gave him a flat look over your shoulder, eyeing him from where he was leaning against the wall, watching you through long lashes and fiddling with the rings decorating his fingers.

“You will,” you said firmly. No doubt in your mind that all three of you would end up drinking copious amounts of alcohol once you started with your explanations. Well, you would be at least, especially when the arguments inevitably began.

You walked past Rindou, glasses clinging in hand as you made your way back toward their room, feet padding softly against the ground.

You swore you felt like you were walking to your doom. Maybe it was just anxiety but you could almost visualize the dark cloud emanating from Rindou and Ran’s room, you could feel the aggression radiating off Rindou behind you, you could hear it in every step he took--too hard to be normal steps.

“Stop that,” you muttered, “You’re stomping like a child.”

Rindou’s head snapped to the side, “Excuse me,” he gaped.

“You heard me,” you snapped right back, stepping into their room before pointedly slamming the door in his face. You sighed as you ignored the string of curses he let out, turning your attention to the figure lounging back on one of the large beds in the corner of the room, resting against a mound of pillows that you knew Miss Yua must have set up herself for him.

The guilt hit you like a vengeance when you noticed the bruises lining Ran’s cheekbone and jaw, the black marks marring his chest and abdomen, all the way down to where his body disappeared beneath the sheets.

“C’mere,” he murmured, patting the mattress next to you, “‘n pour me a drink, fuck knows I need it.”

“What meds are you on?” you asked him, ignoring the way your fingers trembled around the bottle as you placed the glasses on his nightstand, popping it open and pouring a glass for yourself. You tried to look up to meet his eyes but you couldn’t, instead your gaze kept drifting down to the bruises.

“None,” he responded. You gave him a doubtful look. “I promise.”

You watched him for a moment, finally meeting his eyes and searching for an answer before nodding and pouring another glass, handing it to him. Distantly, you noticed Rindou slam the door open, still spitting out vile words under his breath as he made his way toward the two of you but your attention was more focused on Ran as he patted the bed next to him, beckoning for you to sit.

You did not move, staring at where his hand was tapping with bated breath and shaky fingers, the red wine sloshing in the glass as you brought it to your lips, taking a sip.

You did not want to get that close to him. You did not want to sit on his bed like you used to when you were kids, waiting with Rindou for him to finally wake up after having slept for fifteen or more hours, like how you used to when you were in your late teens, stealing Mister Ayato’s whiskey and getting drunk together, haphazardly laid out on Ran’s bed until all three of you inevitably passed out.

It would throw you off, make you more vulnerable, and from the sharp, calculating look in Ran’s eyes, you knew that was exactly what he wanted.

“Sit,” he said firmly.

It was not a question.

You let out a shaky breath, shifting to sit on the bed next to him cross-legged, Rindou sat closer to where his feet were hidden beneath the covers, staring at you, waiting for you to speak up.

You did not know where to start.

You downed the glass in your hand, reaching back over to the nightstand to pour another, desperately trying to ignore the two sets of eyes boring right into you as you poured the glass as slow as possible.

“Can you… ask something? Or say something. Anything for me to work with? … I don’t know where to start,” you asked, your voice was weaker than you intended for it to be. You stared down at the wine as you circled the glass, waiting as the two of them shared yet another look that you couldn’t follow.

“Well start from the beginning,” Ran said, sipping on the wine. That didn’t help, and from the way he eyed you before letting out a quiet breath, he realized that. “Okay, fine. Let’s start with why you dropped us.”

His tone was calm but his eyes were cold, your heart was in your throat. You should have known this was what they were going to start with. You should have picked something yourself. Munich, you realized, everything around you becoming muted--their breathing, the car honkings coming from the streets, the engines of the airplanes above. Munich.

You felt a hand wrap around your wrist, steadying your hand. You hadn’t even realized how bad it had been shaking until you noticed that the wine had sloshed over the side onto your wrist, dribbling down your skin.

You looked up at Rindou, brows knitted in concern as he silently reached for a tissue on Ran’s nightstand, wiping away the wine.

“Munich,” you tried to say more, the words died in your throat.

“The gas pipe leak accident? At the Suvala headquarters?” Ran asked.

You stared ahead blankly, refusing to look at either one of them, unsure of how to phrase the next few words. Your voice cracked over your words, a shudder ran down your spine.

“It wasn’t a gas pipe leak,” you croaked out, your vision blurred. Distantly, you noticed both of their heads snap in your direction, “It wasn’t a-”

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

They’re going to hate you. They’re going to hate you.

Put on a face. Don’t let them see you break.

You forced your hand to stop shaking, you took in one deep breath, steeling your shoulders and forcing away the cloudy expression that you were sure was taking over your face.

“Negotiations between Suvala and Izanami were going poorly. I asked my uncle for help in making sure we didn’t get absorb-”

“Stop,” Ran’s voice was harsh, cold. You froze mid-sentence, “I don’t want your stupid business face. If you’re going to act like this then fucking leave.”

You stared forward again, your tongue felt swollen and heavy in your mouth, your blood felt somehow hot and cold at the same time.

“It wasn’t what I meant,” your voice broke, “I didn’t mean-” you took in a wet inhale, gripping Ran’s bed sheets with your free hand, “I didn’t think he would do something like that. I didn’t-”

Ran’s hand fell on your shoulder, forcing you to look at him, “Your uncle set off the gas leak?” Ran asked, you shook your head. Rindou poured himself a glass of wine.

“It wasn’t a fucking gas leak,” you said, you tried to calm your voice but failed, downing the rest of your glass of wine before reaching for the bottle again. You could already feel the buzz in your head, loosening your lips. You had never been good with holding your alcohol. “He used fucking phosphorous munitions. Sugawara helped him cover it up. Or well, not this Sugawara--his father, but he knows about it. They paid off so many people. Covered up so many deaths. Took out people that tried to convince the public that it was something more than a gas leak. It was-”

You rubbed your eyes hard.

“It was really bad,” you gasped, “It was so bad. Kids, there was a fucking school next to the Suvala headquarters. People ran in to try to help and the smoke, and the fire, it spread so fast.”

“There was nothing I could do,” you hated that they weren’t talking, and you hated that you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them. You didn’t know what they were thinking. They were going to hate you. “I-I was late to a meeting, I was on my way, I saw it all happen. All of it, all of the people that ran in to try to help, the people fleeing. Civilians, firefighters, police. Kids, elderly. Gunter dragged me away before I got myself killed trying to run to help too. It was-”

You cut yourself off, shaking your head, “People knew,” you couldn’t stop talking, “Maybe not the average civilian, or people outside of Germany. But people knew that it wasn’t just a gas leak. Especially the--especially other people like my uncle. Like me now. The filthy rich, business tycoons, oligarchs. They knew and it put a target on me. A really fucking big one. I almost-my own fucking bodyguard, he fucking, they fucking-”

You couldn’t breathe, you could still feel the phantom pains from the knife that had been driven through your back, figuratively and literally.

Your chest felt too tight, your grip on the glass was strong enough that you weren’t sure how it hadn’t broken under your hold yet. You felt sick to your stomach, light-headed. “I didn’t-I wasn’t-”

Everything was spinning, your vision was tunneling and you couldn’t hear anything. You couldn’t feel the glass in your hand anymore, your chest heaved, everything hurt. They’re gonna hate you. They’re gonna hate you.

Who’s going to hate you?

You couldn’t remember.

An explosion, pain, the scent of garlic. You were on the pavement? Or were you on a wooden floor? You could remember pink hair and scars that shifted into light blonde hair and dark eyes and a kind smile.

Two hands grabbed your biceps hard, forcing you to turn in another direction. Your eyes were unfocused on a familiar face that you couldn’t quite place--purple eyes, purple hair, his lips were moving, you couldn’t hear whatever he was saying.

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t breathe. You didn’t know what was going on, you didn’t know where you were, you didn’t know who you were with.

Two hands came to your face, cupping your cheeks hard and forcing you to look at the person again. You hadn’t even realized you had looked away. The same two hands tugged you forward into his chest, arms wrapping snug around your waist and holding you close. It was familiar, a position you had been in a million times before--no time recently, you recognized. One large palm came up to hold the back of your head to him, and slowly, slowly, your erratic heartbeat calmed down, your vision began to refocus, and you recognized Ran sitting in front of you, lips pulled down in concern, leaning forward.

You looked up.

Rindou.

“I-” you began, but you didn’t know what to say.

“You were having a panic attack,” he murmured, letting go of you, and as soon as you shifted back out of your arms, you felt cold and uncomfortable again.

Again, you finished for him. You used to have them a lot after Izana and then Mucho had been killed. You stopped having them for a bit once you separated from Ran and Rindou until…

Well, until Munich. You supposed you should be grateful that Rindou was with you to help calm you down from it, and you should be grateful that he still remembered how to deal with them when you got them--for six fucking years you had to deal with them on your own and wait for them to go away, each second curled on your floor feeling like an eternity.

“Sorry,” you said. Your voice was scratchy, your throat hurt. You reached for the glass that Ran had taken from your hand, fingers trembling around it as you took another sip.

“You can take a break,” Ran said quietly, “We have time.”

“We never have time,” you said softly before shaking your head and continuing, “I-I knew you guys wouldn’t accept it, not getting involved if I told you what was really going on and-“

“Of course not,” Rindou hissed before trying to calm his tone. “Of course, we wouldn’t have. How can you expect us to just sit here useless when we know your life is in danger? We-“

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you,” you snapped, “How can you expect me to tell you something when I know it would put your life in danger?”

“You promised that you would be open with us about it,” Ran said—his voice was tense and you knew without looking at him that his jaw was clenched as he tried to rein in his temper.

“I lied,” the words spilled from your lips before you could stop them, venomous, cruel. Ran flinched, Rindou looked away. You felt like you were suffocating.

“Since when did we start lying to each other?” Rindou’s voice was weaker than you had ever heard it. The weight of the sky became heavier.

“It’s not like I was the only one that lied,” you spat, glaring at Ran. “You lied that night at the club.”

A defensive tactic, one you had learned at a young age. One they were very aware of and knew how to deal with.

“Don’t you dare try to turn this on me,” Ran said, voice low and threatening. You backed down, unable to hold his gaze, which was evidently a mistake as your eyes landed on the bruises covering his body. Bruises because of you and your decisions.

It was a strategic maneuver, you realized now. Ran hated showing weakness unless there was profit to it, and the profit in showing all the wounds that he got because of you had obvious benefits. And you were falling for it just as he knew you would.

“You brought in South. South. You hated South,” Rindou accused.

“I needed someone to protect me that I could at least vaguely trust. I was paying his hospital bills after Rokuhara Tandai fought Brahman and Kanto Manji. He owed me and I knew him before all of this.”

It was the truth and-

“He agreed to that? He hated you as much as you did him,” Ran asked in disbelief.

“We came to an understanding.”

A bit of an understatement, you acknowledged. You just hadn’t given him much of a choice—the doctors had told you when he was getting close to waking up and you had people ready to usher him out of the hospital and to you as soon as he did.

A bit of a kidnapping, you supposed, but at least you paid him well.

“I guess I just don’t understand,” Ran’s voice was strained, he was angry again. You briefly shut your eyes.

“Which part?”

“All of it. I don’t-why did you leave? You-It was so sudden, like, I guess you had implied it before but you sprung it on us so quickly. And you were so adamant that you wouldn’t be like your uncle but here you fucking are. I mean, what happened to your whole idea for Janus? You went on about it for fucking years, had a whole powerpoint about it ‘Janus: A new era of technology,’ a new era for you, for your family, a break from your uncle--instead, you went with the literal parallel of your uncle’s company. I don’t get it.”

Your face dropped, you couldn’t meet Ran’s eyes.

“It wasn’t for my uncle,” you swallowed, “It wasn’t-I couldn’t-”

Your eyes met Ran’s purple ones, and your vision tunneled, for a second you swore you were looking into Izana’s again. You shook your head, looking away. Breathe in, breathe out.

“I switched to Izanami for a bunch of reasons,” you tried so hard to keep your voice steady but you knew you were failing, “Izana died and then-he helped me plan it, you know? All those days in the music room, we weren’t just learning new songs. He helped me plan it out and then he fucking died. And I figured that if I couldn’t build it with him, I’d name it in his honor. And this way I’d at least have my uncle’s support in building it for him because he’d think I’m still connected to him. The goal never changed--a new era, that’s still my ultimate goal. I just… I had to take a detour.”

Neither of them spoke, you supposed the reminder of Izana was just as much of a reopened stab wound to them as it was for you, if not more. You felt the anxiety build again.

They’re going to hate you.

“It was never meant to turn out like this,” your vision blurred, you downed another glass, “It was never meant to, I swear. I-I was supposed to use my uncle to build Izanami and then break off but then-at the negotiations with Suvala, I started panicking. It was falling apart, we were going to get absorbed, and it wasn’t just my dream anymore, I was trying to fulfill his too. I went to my uncle and I shouldn’t have. I just wanted to do something right for once and it turned into-I should have known. I should have fucking known.”

You could feel your heart rate picking up again, they still weren’t speaking. Breathe in, breathe out; breathe in, breathe out. You tried desperately to calm yourself down. You couldn’t, and you couldn’t stop yourself from talking.

“Once that happened, in Munich, I just-there was nothing I could do. I was stuck. He had proof of everything--my uncle and Sugawara. If I had tried to pull something, I was worried they would-” you couldn’t breathe, “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I wanted to go to Venice. I wanted to be with you guys. And when I came back to Tokyo, I wanted to see you guys, y’know? You’re the first I messaged, the first people I went to after the penthouse. I was so stupid I thought-I really thought things might be okay again, but then the next morning-the next morning I went to Izanagi and Sugawara, and my uncle, and all the other executives, they were all there and they were talking about Bonten, about you guys, and I didn’t know what to do. I-I should have known better than to go to him, I wasn’t thinking straight and-”

“That is not your fault.”

Your throat closed up, you tore your blurry gaze from your hands to Ran. His lips were tugged down deep, his eyes were angry, but the anger didn’t seem to be directed toward you.

“What happened in Munich is not your fucking fault,” Ran said harshly. “Your uncle knew damn well that was not what you meant when you asked for help. He used this to ensure that you wouldn’t try to break off on your own.”

You shook your head, “I should have known,” you insisted, “I knew he was involved with shady shit. I knew him helping would be nothing good but-”

“You could not have known he was going to fucking do that,” Ran snapped at you, you flinched. His face shifted at your reaction, shoulders slumping as he reached out, taking the glass from your hand and placing it back down on his nightstand. His arm wrapped around your bicep, pulling you toward him.

The tears that had built in your eyes spilled over as he wrapped his arms around you and you tried to pull away, worried that you were going to aggravate his wounds, but his grip only tightened, holding you in place. You felt the bed shift next to you and you were barely able to stifle the sob that rose to your lips as Rindou moved to sit next to Ran on the bed on the opposite side of you.

“You, quite literally, are the dumbest person I’ve ever met,” Rindou sighed heavily, and you could hear him take a large gulp of his glass of wine, “I can’t-you took all this shit on yourself and-”

“I’m sorry,” your voice cracked, muffled against Ran’s skin, he rubbed gentle circles on your back, trying to calm you down, “I’m sorry, I should have been honest, I promised I would.”

“You should have been,” Rindou agreed. You felt his hand rest on the back of your head and you pulled your face from Ran’s neck to look at him. Your eyes met his, “We’re always stronger when we’re together--all three of us--you can’t take stuff on your own like this. You’ve gotta trust us.”

“I do, I do trust you guys,” your lips were wobbling, you couldn’t blink away the tears fast enough, Rindou brought his hand to your cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb.

“Never again,” he said firmly, “This can never happen again. Ever.”

“It won’t,” you agreed, taking in another wet, shaky breath, “Never again. It won’t happen ever again.”

“I’m still livid, y’know?” Rindou said, his jaw was tight and you could see in his eyes that he was still angry, “Six fucking years. Six years, you ghosted us for six years.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, your voice edged into a more hysterical tone again, “I’m sorry. I wanted, I didn’t want, I-I-you don’t hate me? You should probably h-”

“I don’t want to hear any more of that,” Rindou shook his head, his hand dropped from your face as he looked away, “Of course, we don’t fucking hate you. We’ve told you a million times we could never hate you. I’m just-”

He sighed, voice falling off, “I missed you,” he said quietly, “We both did. So fucking much.”

At once, you felt as if the weight on your shoulders was bearable--the weight of the sky divided by three instead of forced on you alone.

“I missed you too,” you nodded, and the tears were falling again, faster now, “Everywhere I went you guys were all I thought of. All the time.”

“You owe us a trip to Venice,” Ran muttered, eyeing you from the corner of his eye as he took another sip of his drink.

“I’ll show you all of Europe, the whole fuckin’ world,” you agreed, “we’ll get out of this shitty city once this all calms down. I promise.”

“Gonna hold you to that,” Ran warned, “this time if you try to disappear, we’re hunting you down.”

But there was no heat behind his words, and you couldn’t help the smile that lifted your wobbling lips, looking between both of them, eyes still teary, “You better,” you said, “you guys are never gonna be free of me again.”

“We never wanted to be free of you in the first place, dumbass,” Rindou muttered, nudging his shoulder into you.

And you took in another shaky breath, looking between them. A warm, content feeling swept over you—one you had gone so long without feeling because for the first time in years you finally felt like you were home.

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sanosandwich · 3 years ago

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3:19 AM | haitani r.

haitani ran x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend comes home late and hurt after a long night out

warnings: fem!reader, unedited + written on my phone, prob lots of errors, petnames (doll, babygirl)

wordcount: 1.5k ish

“you’re late.”

three hours late, to be exact. ran had told you he’d be back at midnight the latest so at the very least he could give you a kiss goodnight before you fell asleep. your schedules rarely matched up—with his business taking place during that latest hours of the night and you having to be up early in the morning for classes—but he always at least tried to lay with you before you slept for the night, knowing you couldn’t sleep well without him. and he was always sure to be with you on nights before big exams for you.

like tonight.

except tonight.

“i know, i’m sorry,” and you knew he was, you could hear it in his voice and you knew it wasn’t his fault—his work was unpredictable and dangerous but he always did his best to come back to you.

“it’s okay,” and it was.

even if you could smell the smoke and alcohol from all the way across the room.

you sat up in bed, blinking blearily from your state of half-sleep, looking across the room toward where your boyfriend was standing, unbuttoning his shirt—struggling to unbutton his shirt.

your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing trying to do understand what was going on through your half-hazed mind.

he’s hurt?

“ran?” you asked quietly, taking in the red-stained white button-up that you could barely make out through the dark, the way he was tensing and letting out soft hisses every time he moved. “ran, what happened?”

ran turned his head to look at you, a wince decorating his pretty face and you forced yourself out of bed when you finally caught sight of the dark bruises decorating his chest and face, the blood smeared across his skin.

“doll, lay back down, i’ll come join you soon,” ran’s voice was rough and you shook your head.

“ran, don’t ignore me, what happened? i thought you were going to a club with rindou and sanzu?” you ignored his words, nightgown slipping off your shoulders as you rushed toward him, nearly tripping over the bedsheets your legs tangled in.

a wry smile tugged at his lips as you approached him, hands cupping his face gently, thumbs tracing over the bruises marring his cheekbones. he leaned his face into your hand, pressing his lips against your palm, “we were, had some unexpected guests. they got the jump on us, unfortunately.”

“the blood, is it yours?” and maybe it was a dumb question, but you were still tired and ran was always patient with you. so all he did was take one of the hands cupping his face, covering it with one of his as he tossed you a wink.

“some of it, yeah,” and his grin remained but the look in his eyes was pained and your lips trembled as your gaze trailed down his bruised abdomen, one hand slipping from his face to trace down his chest over his tattoos and the blackened bruises.

“you should go to a hospital, ran,” and it was a stupid comment. you knew better than anyone that bonten did not have the luxury of hospital treatment unless they wanted to find themselves in a prison cell the moment they stepped out of the hospital.

ran ignored the comment, instead leaning in to press his lips to your forehead. your eyes fluttered shut, a shaky breath escaped your lips.

“babygirl, please go try to get some sleep, you have an exam tomorrow,” he murmured, bringing one of his hands to the back of your head, toying with your hair.

“fuck the exam,” you said, blinking back the tears stinging your eyes because you hated seeing ran hurt, you had only seen him hurt once before and it hasn’t been half as bad as this. “you’re hurt, ran, let me run a bath for you and then we can lay down, okay?”

ran let out a deep sigh but you didn’t give him a chance to argue, your fingers intertwined with his and you gently tugged him in the direction of the bathroom, squinting as you flicked on a set of lights.

you let him lean against the bathroom sink as you kneeled to run the hot water, fingers shaking as you glanced back at him through the mirror, watching him struggle to remove his slacks.

in the new light, the blood and bruises were all the more visible against his pale skin. he looked weak and haitani ran never looked weak. he was always larger than life, always the protector, always one to hide his vulnerabilities and now-

your throat was tight as you rose to your feet, making your way back over to him, kneeling down in front of him to help him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

“i can do it,” ran’s voice was probably harsher than he intended, strained from the pain, from humiliation. ran despised showing weakness, even to you.

“please let me take care of you for once,” your voice wavered, looking up at him with grit teeth, trying to hide the worry pooling in your gut because ran was always the one looking out for you, and his brother, and sanzu haruchiyo, and kakucho, and he never let anyone take care of him—not while he was hurt, not while he was sick, and especially not when he was upset.

and he only watched you, lips flat and pressed together tight, and for a second, you really thought he was going to deny you. but then his gaze averted and both of his hands fell to his side, silently giving you permission to help him take off his pants.

ran was uncharacteristically quiet as you unbuckled his belt and slipped his slacks down his thighs, helping him pull his shoes and socks off before having him lift his feet to take off his slacks.

you bit your bottom lip, fingers tracing the tattoos decorating down his left thigh and the ugly yellow and green bruises surrounding them, gaze lifting to abdomen and the even uglier colors decorating his skin.

his ribs are broken.

“c’mon,” you said quietly, taking his hand in yours and rising to your feet again, leading him over to the now full tub. his face twisted into one of pain as he lifted a leg to step into the tub, a low hiss escaping his lips as he sunk into the water.

sitting on the edge of the tub behind him, leaning down to kiss the top of his matted hair, bringing your fingers to trace his shoulders. his body relaxed into the water and into your touch.

“you should go rest,” he murmured, “thank you for running the water for me.”

“i’m not leaving, c’mon, let’s get your hair washed,” you said.

“i’m not a child,” ran protested half-heartedly, but even as he spoke, he was relaxing into the feeling of you wetting his hair, gathering shampoo to massage it into his scalp.

“i know,” was all you said in response as you leaned down to press your lips to his shoulder, nails scratching his scalp, lulling his eyes shut.

reaching past him to grab a wash rag, you watched as the clear water began to tint pink from the dried and fresh blood staining his skin, swallowing thickly as you took another glance at his torso.

“you don’t have to do this,” ran said.

“i know,” you repeated, “i want to.”

from behind him, you watched his jaw clench, grip tightening on the edges of the tub, upper body tensing.

“ran,” you sighed, and it was all he needed to relax back into your touch, and you let out a soft breath, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“do you…” ran began and you hummed into his neck, “can i close my eyes for a bit?”

and you could hear the exhaustion in his voice and you could practically see his eyes drooping shut just from his tone. you smiled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“of course,” you said quietly, “‘ll take care of you, ran. get some rest.”

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sanosandwich · 3 years ago

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9:27 PM | HAITANI RAN

It’s the first time you’ve let him come to your house and to say you’re nervous would be an understatement. There are holes in the carpet, stains on the walls that refuse to come out no matter how much you scrub, a single filament bulb hanging from the center of the living room and all of it, only serves to remind you of how disastrously poor you are, how meager your furnishings must be compared to what he’s used to. You almost want to cower in shame when he passes over the threshold of your front door, met first by the edge of a carpet chewed through by rats.

If he notices, (which he does of course, this is Haitani Ran you’re talking about), he doesn’t say anything about it and only leans on the wall to remove his shoes, placing them neatly to the side, nudging the door closed with his hip.You want to stop him, want to turn him around and away from the dingy interior of an apartment that’s seen better days.

Even the smell puts you off. Methane, leaky pipes, damp, the scent of rot setting in somewhere, cooking that clings to the walls due to the poor ventilation.

Again, Ran says nothing.

The hallway to your living room is narrow, and the two of you side by side manage to brush the walls with your shoulders and all of it, only reminds you, only screams at you, as if to say he should not be here, he is too good for this. The shame is eating you up inside a bit at a time.

To make matters worse, you’ve hardly had time to clean in the last few days, and the time you have had has been spent sleeping, crippled under the weight of your stress. A weight that only increased tenfold when he offered to come home with you.

“What if we just go back to yours?’ He had asked, already flipping the car key around in his fingers.

‘I really don’t think you want to do that.” And the nerves had slithered into your stomach. ‘My house is not exactly… luxurious.’’

“Ah ,you’re overthinking it Princess.” He had thrown an arm around your shoulders. “I’m sure it’s fine.” And who were you to deny him that when he smiled at you the way he did, as if you were the morning and evening star?

You look up at him, trying to gauge a reaction and read his face. But it’s blank, the only trace of an expression is the faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

‘Ran, I’m really sorry-” You start, because it only feels natural to apologise, to cover some of your embarrassment, especially when you consider the more luxurious life he must be used to.

“For what?”

For the fact that my house is ugly.

For the fact that I feel embarrassing for making you look at it

For the fact that it’s not good enough for you and neither am I.

“The mess- I haven’t had time to clean- my house is not really good enough-” and you’re aware that you’re rambling, as if any of those possible explanations can assuage the guilt steadily building in your chest, and the damning thoughts in your head that tell you you’ve made a grave mistake. You’re almost prepared, or rather you’ve trained yourself to prepare for the reaction you’re always disheartened to see. An upturned nose, the wrinkled brow, the diverted eyes that would rather look anywhere but the yellow rings on the coffee table. A coffee table that shakes on its unsteady legs, piled high with papers and books and cups of tea and coffee. Shame. A parasite isn’t it?

‘What’s wrong with it? Your house looks fine to me.’ He says, nonchalant, so offhandedly that it takes you a second to register that none of the usual telltale signs of judgement are there on his face. Instead, he’s picking up the coffee cups and placing them in the sink, moving the miscellaneous items around to make room.

He nearly drops a cup when he hears you sniffle and sob into your sleeve and whips his head around.

“Princess?” There is worry in his voice as he pulls you to him, his brow now furrowed with concern. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

You almost laugh as you bury your face in his chest. It’s all so silly really, the way these thoughts have such a hold on you.

‘Thought you’d hate my house and find it ugly,’ you say, fists gripping his shirt. Are you ashamed of being poor? Yes you are, people have made you feel like it was a problem all throughout your life.

‘What? Why?’ He pulls you from him and looks into your eyes, taking your hands in his. ‘I could never find anything of yours ugly Princess.’

And it’s the way he speaks with such softness, his mouth pursed and brow creased, that has your heart practically folding in half.

‘But I’m poor…’ You whisper, too ashamed to look at him, opting instead, to kick at the carpet barefoot.

‘So?’ He shrugs and brushes an errant tear from your cheek. ‘Is that meant to bother me? Ya think I care if you’re poor or rich?’

He clicks his tongue and tucks your hair behind your ear. ‘Don’t care about any of that. My Princess is special to me no matter how much money she has.’

Only then do you lift your head to look at him, at the genuineness in his eyes, the softness of a smile reserved just for you. And the tight coil of tension in your stomach begins to unwind.

Haitani Ran isn’t perfect.

Sometimes he’s reckless. Sometimes he beats men black and blue without batting an eyelid because he knows he can, because he has the means to. Sometimes he loses control and comes home bloodied.

But sometimes, he just knows, just says the right thing at the right time. And it makes your heart sing every time he does it. Every time he’s attentive or sweet. Every time he reminds you of how irrevocably yours he is.

a/n : god I am so sorry for being so inconsistent with posting any work, but anyways I hope you like this, its partially self-referential, as always pls feel free to leave comments and feedback and likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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sanosandwich · 3 years ago

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SECOND CHANCES | CHAPTER 1

Masterlist

Prologue Chapter 2

Warnings: mentions of death, violence, hospital.

Summary: When Shinichiro scapes from Death’s grasp after being nearly murdered by his brother’s friends at his shop, he meets a lovely woman at his hospital room. No one seems to see nor hear her, and she assures to be his “guardian spirit”. Is there time and place for love?

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"What!?" Shinichiro exclaims, not expecting at all the woman's answer. He looks at you again, paying more attention to your clothes. A white dress hugs your figure beautifully with trumpet sleeves playing at your arms. A pearly floral lace decorates the chest and torso, and then it falls down to your knees in the form of a skirt.

But it is your face what awestrucks him. Smooth skin, almost glowing, is presented before him. Shining eyes return his gaze, silky hair cascading down and framing your visage, plump lips smile at him.

True it is that you look almost angelic, but it doesn’t mean you aren’t from the mortal plane. “S-stop joking.” he chuckles nervously, trying to search for some sign of mischief on your semblance, he finds none, though. “Pranks on amnesiacs ain’t funny.”

You furrow your brows and contemplate his words. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have informed him so blatantly’, you think. You consider your options: lying to him and confirming his suspicions of it being a prank with the risk of him realising later that you are, indeed, not human; or tell him the truth again and have him collapse from the amount of shocking news he’s been receiving.

You sigh and calm yourself, pitying the man in front of you and wishing for him to stay conscious after what you are going to repeat. Taking a deep breath, you look at him with a reassuring look and a small smile and open your mouth to begin talking.

That is, until the door is opened again and two small and blond kids stumble through it and run towards Shinichiro, launching and landing on the poor man’s slender figure. A gasp leaves his lips and has his face contorted in pain while the two children climb and grab his face, arms and anything at reach.

“Shin-nii! You stupid motherfucker! Were you going to die and leave us?” the boy cried, throwing a few punches to his brother’s stomach.

The girl, on her part, was just crying and sobbing, hugging against her brother’s chest. “I’m so happy you’re okay, Shin-nii.”

“So weak, you can’t even take a hit in the head.” mumbles the boy, eyes sad and voice deflecting. That is probably his way of coping: insulting his brother.

Shinichiro looks at them, startled by the sudden noise in the, until that moment, quiet room. Watching his siblings cry hurt, but knowing it was because of him breaks his heart. He didn’t want to almost die, but how does he explain it to them? They were thirteen, however, they still behaved as if they were eight. They needed him and he nearly left them alone.

“I’m not weak, you ungrateful child!” he defends himself, smirking when he sees Manjiro looking at him in expectation, probably trying to understand whether his older brother was teasing or really feeling well.

“This is why you can’t pull off a girlfriend.” murmures Manjiro, laying his head on Shinichiro’s chest, next to his sister. If it wasn’t for how close he was, the older man wouldn’t have caught the sigh or relief that left the pre-teen’s lips.

He nearly forgot about the woman in his room because of watching over his siblings and trying to reassure them of his well being. But when his eyes meet yours, once he looks up to greet his grandfather, who is entering the place, he nearly fades; no one has acknowledged your presence in the room. Although, you haven't done anything to get your presence known, either.

You just observe the scene with a tender gaze, happy of how loving and caring Shinichiro’s family is. The way his siblings were so worried that they couldn’t wait for him to recover to launch themselves on him, or how his grandfather has sneaked some food for his grandson to eat, ‘hospital food is rubbish, it's the last thing that weak body of yours needs’ he says. Though his words are harsh, both Shinichiro and you understand it comes from a caring place, and from a very worried grandfather who has nearly lost his oldest grandson.

His dark eyes are on you again, wondering why you haven’t spoken in that five minutes his family has been there and trying to give some excuse about the lack of interaction between everyone and you.

However, when the doctor enters again, Shinichiro focuses on him and the nurses, who come with smiles, folders and medical equipment he didn’t understand. “Hello, family.” the doctor greets, the nurses already positioning around Shinichiro’s bed.

“Should we go out?” asks Shinichiro’s grandpa, already ordering the kids to leave their brother’s side.

“We would highly appreciate it.” he says, nodding to the older man as a sign of respect and watching how the faces of the pre-teens turn into a scowl, almost reminding him of lost puppies. “Don’t worry, you’ll be back in a few minutes.” the doctor assures them.

Manjiro and Emma say goodbye to their brother, walking ahead of their grandfather, who casts his grandson a last gaze before closing the door behind him. But Shinichiro can’t help but be confused about your presence there, almost frustrated at everyone for ignoring such a beautiful woman.

He nods his head to the left, indicating you to go out with his family as the doctor has requested, but you make no sign of movement and stay there, your eyes fixed on him. Sweating out of nervousness, he looks at the medical team around him, his gaze alternating between them and you.

“Well, Sano-san, let’s test whether the accident left you with a concussion.” the doctor says and a nurse pulls out part of the medical equipment to point at his eyes.

He wants to ask, he is dying for anybody to interact with your unmoving form, but the light has blinded him and his only thought is to remember what seeing actually feels like. He hears the doctor and the nurses discussing his state while he tries to focus his sight again. Little by little, he does, and the white dress you are wearing is the first thing he sees.

“W-why are you still here?” he questions out loud, looking straight at you with furrowed eyes and confused eyes.

“I already told you.” you answer at the same time that the doctor replies, thinking the question was directed to them.

“I already told you, Sano-san, we are testing-”

“No, doctor, I was talking to her.” Shinichiro points to where you are, emphasising the target of his inquiries.

The medical team looks at where his finger points, finding nothing but an empty space. Sharing a concerned look, they start reaching to the most obvious conclusion: he’s still shocked from the hit to his head.

“Sano-san, there’s no one there.” one of the nurses speaks sweetly, as if to not scare a fragile lamb who has just appeared in the middle of the road.

“What?” he inquires, looking at you again and clearly seeing your body. “My girlfriend’s here, look! Are you playing along with her prank?”

“Sano-san, I repeat, there’s no one there.” the nurse explains with patience. “Unfortunately, your girlfriend isn’t here, you’re probably seeing her due to the accident’s sequelas. Once she enters through the door, you’ll realise.” she finishes, smiling tenderly at him.

He opts to end the round of questions there, just in case that asking anything else would make him appear out of his mind. Though he knows you’re real, you’re there, and for some reason, no one seems to catch a glimpse of you. You grant him a pitiful expression, shrugging your shoulders and waiting for the medical team to finish their work.

Fifteen minutes later, the doctor and the nurses go out the door after telling Shinichiro he needed to be under observation for, at least, two nights. Apparently, the hit was that strong that provoked some damage to his brain, to the point that he will be getting migraines from time to time and vertigo for quite a long time.

He sighs, he’ll probably have to ask Wakasa, Benkei or Takeomi to help him with his shop until he gets out of the hospital. Closing wasn’t an option, he needed to pay the bills and mortgage.

Just as his mind starts to digress about his many obligations, he remembers you. As fast as lightning, his gaze ends up on you once again, eyes wide and determinate, as if he was playing a board game.

You wait patiently, already used to his awkwardness with women, having seen him try to lure many of them before and being rejected just a moment after. You can figuratively see how his brain is trying to process whatever he wants to ask, eyes changing expressions whenever he thinks he has the perfect question, but soon turning to disappointment when he realises it isn’t as good as he thought it was.

At last, the defeated semblance on his face tells you all you need to know. “Who are you?” he asks the most simple question, shoulders dropped and lips almost on a pout.

“Your guardian spirit.” you answer in a calm way.

His eyes show how unbelievable is what you say, the doubts reflected on the black of his irises. “B-but—, How? What is that? What’s your name? How long have you been here?”

Shinichiro starts rambling, making you chuckle for he has found the courage to ask all the questions he thought about just a minute ago. You noticed it’s not the same awkwardness he has with the other women, in this case, it’s based on confusion, frustration and lack of an open mind.

You let him, understanding his need to let go of all of his stress, dumping every single question unceremoniously. It was very out of character for him, but it was necessary. However, you also realised you wouldn’t have much time before his family returned to the room, and once that happened, there would be no explanations until you got him alone.

“Shinichiro.” you call him, dragging his long gone attention to you. He is sweating out of nervousness, fat drops falling down his temple. “We don’t have much time. Look, I understand it’s something difficult to assimilate, but it’s the truth.”

You words are harsh, you know, yet he needs it in order to wake up from his incredulity. “Difficult? It’s— Oh my Lord, it’s impossible.” he passes his hands by his face out of frustration, staying in that position for his next question. “If it is true, why haven’t I seen you before? And how do you know my name?”

“Near-death experiences cause you to see things you weren’t able to before.” you say without deepening much on the topic. “And I know your name because I’ve been with you since you were born.”

“What the hell.” he mumbles, shape trembling.

There’s a long silence that Shinichiro uses to assimilate all the information he had got in less than an hour and a half. First, he almost gets robbed by his brother’s friends, got hit on the head by a shear, wakes up in a hospital and sees who he thinks it’s his forgotten girlfriend due to amnesia and now she tells him she’s actually some kind of spirit he can see because he has been on the verge of death.

It’s too much to take for a mortal mind, screws turning in his brain as he makes an effort to understand everything. His breathing becomes uneven, anxiety taking over him. He has always considered himself a very calm man, living life with parsimony and worrying the corresponding amount for each problem. Nevertheless, this situation was not one he ever thought he would find himself in.

The sobrenatural aura of the room makes his hair stick out like wire. He had seen ghosts in films, heard about monsters in bed time stories and about angels in those books the people at his high school class read. But this? A supposed paranormal creature standing in front of him? Almost seducing him ever since he saw it the first time? Gasps and shaking breaths leave his mouth the more he thinks about it.

He has only met you for a few hours ever since he woke up, but he feels your pull on him has been like that of the sirens at the sea that drag the sailors to the bottom of the ocean only with their voices and beauty. He has called you his girlfriend! And now you are telling him you aren’t alive? That you were a “spirit”? Although, he has to admit that makes sense for why absolutely no soul has seen or heard you.

“Do you have a name?” he whispers to the collar of his shirt. Maybe if you give him a name, he can humanise you enough to not feel the bile in his throat. Anybody who watched him right now would confuse his fright with shyness, not you, though.

“Y/n.” you answer with a sweet and quiet voice, hoping to calm him. You have never seen Shinichiro in that much distress, not even with the whole Izana issue he has at his hands. You have terrorised him.

The conversation ends at that moment, just when the two blond siblings run inside again when the doctor informs them of their brother’s status.

He looks up at you with a sombre expression, wanting to know more and, at the same time, wishing for you to vanish forever. But you can’t, there’s nothing else you can do to disappear from his sight. Ever.

You stand there, observing the family dynamic, and Shinichiro does the same with you from time to time, waiting for you to be a product of an excess of medication.

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sanosandwich · 3 years ago

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𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 || 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚

summary: smiley’s bullied you for a long time. he thinks it’s about time he bullies your pussy too

pairing: bully!nahoya kawata x afab!reader

genre: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

warnings: mean!dom!nahoya, afab!sub!reader, dubcon, bullying, heavy degradation, slut shaming, face fucking/oral (m!receiving), slight exhibitionism, spanking, creampie

word count: 1.9k+

what did you do? what did you do to become a target. you honestly didn’t know. if you knew what it was about you that made nahoya kawata pick on you so much you’d change it right away but you didn’t. so you had no choice but to endure the mental torture.

it all started in your last year of high school when you and nahoya were placed in the same class. immediately the kid started throwing taunts at you, making fun of anything and everything you did. that was probably the worst year of your life but what kept you going was that you’d be able to escape soon.

the same year you graduated and surely you’d be rid of smiley by then. the universe must have been laughing in your face that summer while you were enjoying your freedom because just like that, it was stripped away. who did you run into on your first day of college but your high school tormentor himself.

you were convinced that you had the worst luck. out of all the universities he could have attended nahoya decided to go to yours. just like that the bullying was back on. you were trapped. even souya, nahoya’s brother, tried to help you by telling his twin to “lay off a bit big bro” whenever nahoya went too far. unfortunately when it came to you even angry couldn’t make smiley stop.

the most you could do was try and avoid nahoya but that proved to be harder than expected. wherever you went on campus there he was. almost like he was following you and waiting to make your day hell. that’s why you hesitated when your friend hina asked if you wanted to go to a party with her that weekend. you knew it, you just knew you’d be there but like an idiot you went anyway.

just as you predicted, nahoya’s voice was one of the first you heard when you walked through the door. that maniacal laugh of his rang in your ears, sending a shiver up your spine. you were tempted to head right back out the frat house’s door but before you could take off hina grabbed your hand and dragged you toward the place where they were serving drinks.

maybe she had the right idea. alcohol was exactly what you needed to calm your nerves. besides, nahoya hasn’t acknowledged your existence yet. maybe he had the decency to not pick on you in front of all these people. for a while this is true until you made the mistake of separating yourself from the group to use the bathroom.

you were like an antelope that made the wrong decision of leaving the herd. the predator in the room immediately took notice of this and followed after it’s prey. right as you were about to close the bathroom door behind you, smiley was pushing it open and inviting himself inside.

for a second you’re shocked but hearing the door click shut and the lock turn snapped you out of it. “please” is all you’re able to get out. that’s all you have the energy to say because you know there’s no use in begging. nahoya would never leave you alone.

“are ya gonna start cryin’ already?” nahoya mocked. “i haven’t even said anythin’ yet”.

whimpering, you tried shielding your bodies with your arms as if trying to cover up anything he could have thrown in your face to make you feel bad. as if that would have protected you.

“you’re dressed like a slut. were you really tryna get some other guys attention?” he questioned, taking a step closer to you. if he was looking for an answer to his question he wasn’t going to get it. especially when he took hold of your face and squished your cheeks together. next thing you know he’s tugging your face close to his. “when are you gonna get it through that stupid little head of yours that i’m the only boy who’s ever gonna look at you twice. you’re my bitch”.

there’s tears welling up in your eyes now. you want to tell him that he’s wrong and that he needs to let you go but you know he’s not. no other boy has ever given you the attention that smiley does. no matter what you did you were at his mercy. that was a fact.

when you don’t deny his words, nahoya snickers. releasing your cheeks, he proceeds to grip your shoulders and push you down on to the cold tile floor. “wanna look like a whore, you’re gonna have to act like a whore too” he says, fumbling with his belt. “you’re gonna suck me off. that’s all you’re good for anyway”.

you should have shaken your head. why would you do that with a guy who’s done nothing but make you feel like shit but you never tell him no. you just sit on your knees until nahoya frees his cock with a hiss. your eyes instantly got wide. it’s massive. not only that but it’s already leaking precum. how long has he been waiting to corner you?

“well? you gonna just sit there and stare at it?” nahoya demands, smacking his tip against your cheek. “or you gonna open that mouth of yours and put it to good use?”.

exhaling shakily, you part your lips. you planned on easing his huge shaft onto your tongue but nahoya’s impatient. he’s thought about doing this for far too long to wait. fisting a handful of your hair, nahoya shoves himself in all at once.

when his balls slap against your chin your gagging and spluttering on his girth. the noises are music to nahoya’s ears. “ya got a warm mouth on you” nahoya looks down at you with his permanent grin. “better breathe through your nose. wouldn’t want you passing out on me”.

you have no choice but to heed his advice. inhaling through your nostrils, those tears you’ve been holding in roll down your cheeks as nahoya starts fucking your throat. he had no care in the world for your poor windpipe as he shoves himself in and out.

it’s humiliating how your drool and dripping all over yourself and on those clothes smiley deemed too slutty. the only thing that made this whole situation worse was that you were liking it. there was a heat building up between your legs, forcing you to rub your thighs together for some friction. nahoya seems too focused on his own pleasure to notice the desire forming in your core. if he had you had no doubt he’d berate you for it.

there’s no telling how long he’s been using you for his own needs. time seemed to stop the moment he began violating your mouth. what you do know is that smiley is close to finishing. his cock’s twitching and his nails are digging into your scalp.

the final sign is nahoya letting out a broken groan. “fuck yeah, gonna cum. better swallow all of it bitch” he ordered. your body tensed, nervous as to what he’d do if you didn’t follow his instructions. so the minute nahoya shoots his load down your throat, you quickly gulp it down.

when he pulls out of your mouth, nahoya lowers himself to your level. “open up” he practically giggles. “lemme see”. obediently you pull out your tongue to show him that all his seed is gone. you’d think if he were ever to give you any amount of praise it would be then but nahoya doesn’t give you the satisfaction. the most he has to say is a blunt “pathetic” before telling you to stand.

you’re barely able to climb to your feet when nahoya bends you over the sink counter. you find yourself right in front of the mirror above the facet. seeing your face makes you want to disappear. you’re a mess, spit still on your chin and tears staining your face. nahoya must notice you staring at your reflection because he turns your head away so he can lick away stray droplets from your cheeks.

“you’ve never looked better than you do right now” nahoya sneers, letting go of your face. “gonna fuck this cunt and make you my personal little cumdump. say you want it”.

sniffling, the words that escape your lips don’t sound like your own and yet… you’re saying it. “y-yes, i want it. please nahoya, fuck me” you sob.

shit, your pleas go straight to his dick. he didn’t realize how sweet that would sound coming from you but now there’s no containing his smug grin. without another word, nahoya pushes up your dress and bullies his cock into your hole. even with how wet you were from before it’s a tight fit but nahoya makes do.

gritting your teeth at the stretch, you eventually feel smiley bottom out. “so big” you babble. “d-don’t move yet. i-i can’t-“.

ignoring your begging, nahoya cuts off your sentence by beginning his thrusts. it hurts so much that you can’t hold in your shriek. you’re silenced by nahoya’s hand slapping over your mouth. “woah, you tryna get us caught? either keep it down or i’ll take you outside and fuck you in front of the entire party. got it?”.

nodding frantically, you bite your lip to muffle your noises as nahoya returns to his rough pace. he’s really not going easy on you. there’s no doubt that he’s going to leave bruises behind with how hard his hips are colliding with your own but you don’t care. your pain is turning into pure bliss. the only concern you have now is cumming.

“who woulda thought you’d have such tight fuckin’ pussy” nahoya moaned, palm coming down and hitting your ass. at the same time nahoya finds your sweet spot and rams into it over and over. whining, you warn him about how close you are to cumming. “yeah? i don’t know if you deserve it” smiley cackles, although he doesn’t let up on pounding into you.

“no! no! please!” you slur, looking over your shoulder at him with desperate eyes. “need it so bad. y-you’re such a meanie”.

your weak attempt attempt at an insult only seems to amuse nahoya more. “i am, aren’t i? i’m sorry, baby” nahoya hums and in your fucked out state you think he sounds genuine. “lemme make it up to you. i’ll let you cum but you gotta take all my cum. deal?”.

obviously you agree to his terms. nahoya rewards you for your compliance by reaching for your puffy clit to rub as his cock continues to stroke against your gummy walls. all the stimulation is enough to toss you over the edge. moaning his name like it was the only name that mattered, you cream all over nahoya’s length.

feeling your insides flutter around him manages to break nahoya too. along with a series of curses, nahoya stuffs you with his seed. “there you go. you are smart enough to listen” nahoya half sighs, half laughs. he rides out both yours and his highs before removing his dick.

taking a step back, nahoya admires his mess. his and your own cum is sliding down your legs. he almost gets hard again but instead he ticks himself back into his pants. “such a good little cockwhore” says nahoya. “we’ll do this again later, yeah?”.

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sanosandwich · 3 years ago

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for tonight. | Shinichiro Sano + fem! reader

warnings: angst. implied broken engagement. timeline fic/remembering past events. hurt-comfort-hurt.

w/c: 2.5k

a/n: this is self-indulgent. I imagined myself as the reader as a way to deal with the sadness I’ve been feeling. It is a reader insert, implied fem reader. not edited or proof read.

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sanosandwich · 3 years ago

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you can judge me i like him .

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sanosandwich · 3 years ago

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24 until 1k, im gonna cry 😭

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sanosandwich · 3 years ago

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Fuck

A/N : As usual, because this is a yandere series, there will be mentions of extreme gore, violence and graphic description of abuse. Please stay away if these dark themes trigger you. Minors DNI.

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- Yuki❄

Sanzu x OC with a slight Sanzu x Ran and very very very light Ran X OC

If there was one thing that was common between Ran and y/n's tormentors in that one moment, it was that they all had one word to describe their thoughts and it was –

‘FUCK!’

Panicking, Kriss urged Naoki, saying, “She’s trying to bluff her way out of the things that we want to do to her. It cannot be, hubby, can it? Let’s just pull out her nails, cut her tongue and gouge out her eyeballs. That way, she won’t be able to tell on us, and yet, we can make sure that she lives a wretched life. Not dying with that kind of pain is the only way I can feel at peace. How dare she try to escape from me?”

“Just shut up for a minute! Do you have any idea how ruthless that bastard is? I have heard that he was once surrounded completely by a mafia group that Bonten wanted erased. That fucker was bleeding from every crevice of his body, and yet, he had a maniacal grin on his face, as if he felt no pain and hacked through the entire group as if he was out clearing weed from a field. Even if she’s lying, I cannot take that risk as Dad is already being investigated by Bonten. I’ll get you ten more like her, but I’m just going to kill her right here.” Ran, who was still listening felt his blood run cold. ‘Shit, it is her and she could die right now’ he thought. He had to act fast if he was to save her.

Ran shot two bullets in quick succession towards Naoki Nakahara one expertly aimed to the hand which held a gun and the other to his knee to make him immobile. Once the gun clattered to a stop away from Naoki, he said out loud, “Well, well, well, what do we have here? The son of the fugitive, boldly trying to kill one of Bonten’s top executives’ significant other... Tsk, tsk tsk, Mr. Nakahara, do you have the guts to do that?”, Ran asked Naoki as he jumped down from the remaining stairs, gracefully landing on his feet.

Naoki’s blood ran cold. He did not expect a Bonten executive to reach here so fast. Holding in his screams of pain from the bullet wounds, he tried to think up of a way to save his own skin. This could not be happening. Trembling in fear, he tried to diffuse the situation by trying to suck up to Ran.

Ran was walking coolly towards y/n, both hands in his pockets. He wanted to see exactly what was so special about her that Sanzu missed so much.

“Mr. Haitani! H-How long have you been standing there? Wait, nevermind that, I apologize, it was all this vixen’s fault. She was the one who harassed Ms. l/n. She came up with this plan to torture and use her again back at the same firm where they work. I honestly did not know that she was Sanzu san’s ex. You can take l/n-san and this bitch. Please let me go, I am innocent in this. I was used as a trigger man. That’s all. I bear no beef against Bonten. How could I?”, Naoki Nakahara shamelessly pinned the blame onto Kriss while trying to suck up to Ran. He knew how dangerous Bonten was and would rather sell out his fiancée, than getting mixed up with Bonten’s exes.

“Goodness is that so!? I never knew this was the real situation here!”, Ran faked his surprise and played along, while casually bending over to look at y/n. Holding her chin up, so that he could look more clearly at her face, he could see that she used to be a pretty girl once upon a time, big almond shaped eyes, amber hued irises, high cheekbones with a slender jaw and full lips in the shape of a pretty little heart. He could imagine what kind of a girl she might have looked when Sanzu fell in love with her, and if he was to be honest, he was a little jealous.

Yes, he was pursuing Sanzu currently, yes, he was head over heals for the resident pink haired druggie, but fuck, if he had the chance; in another life, he wished he was the one who would meet this girl first, instead of Sanzu. He felt an instant infatuation towards her. He now clearly knew why Sanzu spent so fucking many drunken nights, reminiscing about this girl. Fuck, if it were him, he would do it too.

However, right now, her expression looked dead as she looked back at him with sunken in eyes with deep bags and sunken in cheeks, her lips were full, but they were cracked and bleeding. She looked malnourished and abused. How much trauma had she gone through?

Ran’s eyes slowly trailed lower. He found endless bruises and broken skin wherever there was skin showing from the flimsy thing that she wore as clothes. If not for her face which was slightly pale, he would have assumed that this shade of maroon mixed with blue/black and splotches of dark dirty green was a new kind of skin tone for humans.

And what was she wearing? It looked worse for wear when compared to the street kids who begged for alms in third world countries let alone Japan. There was barely any cloth left on the flimsy nightgown that was torn and red with splotches of blood all over it.

Ran was not exactly kind when he was cruel to those who betrayed Bonten. No, on the contrary, he loved wielding his baton and breaking the legs of the sinners first with a wide grin. Yeah, he was like Sanzu in this matter. He too loved his job and hence, always tended to finish off the traitors with a creepy grin, so that the last memory ever, of the dying person was that of a human lookalike demon who loved breaking bones.

If he was to be true to himself, the sound of the knee bone cracking was thrilling to him. He’d always fuck someone after a job, because the high he got from those sounds was better than any drug or aphrodisiac that Sanzu could ever get his hands on.

Today was no different.

Ran picked up y/n bridal style and took her to the rickety old chair which was kept nearby. It looked like an interrogation seat seeing as there was a dingy old light bulb over the chair. Placing her gently onto the chair, he whispered to her, “Stay still. Don’t be scared.” Gently kissing her forehead from an angle that was not seen to Naoki and Kriss, he turned and dusted his suit while walking back to the two. Feigning surprise, he played on with the charade as he said, “So, you were completely innocent in this, Naoki-chan?”

Elated that his sucking up had worked, Naoki shook his head in agreement like a dog wagging it’s tail to its master. He replied enthusiastically, “Yes! I am completely innocent in this! It was all planned by this bitch!”

Turning towards a still shocked Kriss, he started scolding her, “How dare you try to hold me responsible for this you wench!? Did you know and still willingly make me do this to her? Shame on you! Just be sold as a whore to one of the brothels that are associated with Bonten, you’re not even pretty enough to work as an escort!”

Kriss was in a complete daze. What the fuck was happening? How could this high level Bonten executive be here in the first place? Why was Naoki selling her out when he was just as much to blame as her in all of this? Yes, she had enlisted his help, but the ‘creative punishments’ were all Naoki. She was too shocked to speak right now. Her mind was unable to comprehend anything since the gunshots echoed.

Ran’s blood was boiling already. The way these two had treated this poor girl was beyond ruthless. He wasn’t above dishing it out to those who deserved it, but he didn’t kill those who were innocent. That was lower thugs of Bonten, the runners. He felt that just breaking their bones was not enough of a punishment. These two needed to suffer.

Grinning, Ran pulled out his phone and twirled it lazily in his palm, while he looked at Naoki with a bored expression.

“Naoki-chan, this girl, she is important to Sanzu. I think you already know this now, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes Haitani san! I apologize from the bottom of my heart! Please forgive me. Let me sell this bitch to one of your brothels. No, wait, no, I am not selling her, she will be an equivalent exchange. Please take her for free to one of the lower standard brothels owned by Bonten, in exchange for forgiving me!”, Naoki shamelessly begged.

“Naoki-chan~ I forgot to tell you~ Since she belongs to Sanzu, your fate is not in my hands... Only Sanzu can decide your fate and the fate of the little bitch-chan beside you.”, Ran replied with a fake pout.

Naoki gulped. He knew he would die a dog’s death if Sanzu were to know of this. Stupidly thinking that since Ran was calling him ‘Naoki-chan’, he had gained a favor from him, he kept up his whining and begged again by changing the honorifics, “O great Haitani-sama, if you could please plead on behalf of me to Sanzu-san, I shall be eternally grateful to you and live as your dog. Please plead to him on my behalf. I beg you, please.”

Ran grinned. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. Unlocking his phone, he said, “Hmm, I have one condition though.”

“Yes! Yes! This dog will fulfill anything that the great Haitani-sama asks for.”, Naoki begged while kowtowing with his palms on the ground in front of Ran.

Ran walked closer to Naoki. He flicked open his baton as stepped on Naoki’s injured hand. He then squatted and sat down, pressing the front part of his foot onto the wound, as he said, “What you said just now, I want you to repeat it word for word. I need to record it as proof for Sanzu, right? If you change even one word or add an extra one, I will whack you with my baton. Each word will cost you one broken bone.

Naoki screamed from the pain that shot up his right hand. The bullet was digging deeper into the flesh and the dirty muddy floors made the skin burn around the open wound.

“Argh! Yes, Haitani-sama, this dog understands.”

Smiling twistedly, Ran clicked record as he said, “Now beg.”

“I beg you, Haitani-sama if you could please plead on behalf of me to Sanzu-san, I shall be grateful to you and live like a dog. Please plead to him on my behalf. I beg you, please.”, Naoki groaned out, as he gasped. The pain was excruciating. He felt he was about to pass out.

“Tsk, tsk tsk, Naoki-chan, were you dumb in school? Were your grades not good enough for you to repeat a simple thing such as this? You botched it.”

Feeling bold and with the pain numbing his brain to fear he felt for Ran in the beginning, Naoki stupidly dug his own grave by replying, “No I did not! I said it right word for word, Haitani-san!”

Before Ran could say anything or take action for his insolence, y/n's dull voice resounded in the room.

“You are a dunce. That was not word for word. You were supposed to say, ‘O great Haitani-sama, if you could please plead on behalf of me to Sanzu-san, I shall be eternally grateful to you and live as your dog. Please plead to him on my behalf. I beg you, please.’ You made the following mistakes, you replaced ‘O great’ with ‘I beg you’, you didn’t use the word ‘eternally’, and you replaced ‘live like a dog’ with ‘live as your dog’. It’s a total of 12 words if we include the changed words, 6 if we only consider the original begging that you did.”

Ran was impressed with y/n's memory and the way she could spot the difference in what was said and heard. If she was so smart, why did she leave? He made a mental note to properly investigate her reasons for leaving. For now, he had to save her first.

“Very good, l/n-san. Thank you for spotting it.”, Ran said respectfully. Turning his head back to Naoki, he said menacingly, “So, 12 bones it is~ Stand up straight and let me take my 12 broken bones.”

“I’m sorry Haitani-sama, please do not break my bones, I beg you.”, Naoki was sweating bullets at this point.

“Na-o-ki-chan~ I will only count until 3 for you to quickly stand, or else I will make mince meat of your skull right now~”, Ran threatened while moving back, waiting for the man to stand.

Gulping, Naoki stood before Ran could start counting. This man was crazier than Sanzu. He hobbled and hissed as he stood, thanks to the bullet in his knee.

“Very good Naoki-chan~”, Ran said, as he started whacking Naoki with the baton and counting gleefully.

By the time Ran had counted and hit 7, Kriss started to regain her senses for a bit and she slowly started inching away from both the men. As long as she could escape from here while Naoki was being thrashed, she thought she would be safe.

Ran stopped for a moment when he saw this and swiftly pulled out his gun with his free hand. Aiming it towards Kriss, he said, “tsk, tsk, bitch-chan. I haven’t gotten to you yet. Our Naoki-chan here says it’s your fault. Surely you do not think I am stupid enough to let you go when our Naoki-chan says that you are the culprit right?”

Before Kriss could say anything, he fired two rounds of bullets into both of Kriss’s knees. He then gleefully looked towards Naoki who was biting his lips so hard to stop screaming that they were bleeding. Ran spoke in a singsong voice, “Oh no~ Naoki-chan~ I forgot how many it was. No problem, let’s start from the beginning shall we?”

Naoki’s face only had terror written on it. Fuck, Ran Haitani was the devil incarnate.

Ran could make out this sentiment from Naoki’s expression alone. He laughed as he said, “Hehe, Naoki-chan~ If I am the devil incarnate, Sanzu is the monster of the abyss which even the devils fear and hence keep them locked up.”

Naoki pissed his pants in fear, just before fainting from the stress and shock.

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sanosandwich · 3 years ago

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don’t blame meッ

pairing: bonten!rindou haitani x tattooshop owner!gn reader

summary: when an old crush walks into your shop asking for a tattoo, you learn he’s not only a part of a criminal organization, but a shit liar too.

genre/warnings: bonten!timeline, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, suggestive comments (no smut)

an: i’ve never made a smau before but i’m a sucker for them. this is totally not inspired by something that happened to me a few months ago.. (the drama not the meeting a criminal LMFAO)

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sanosandwich · 3 years ago

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SHOWTIME! | haitani r.

haitani rindou x fem!reader ft. haitani ran, sanzu haruchiyo, kokonoi hajime, kakucho, akashi takeomi, sano manjiro

summary: you pushed your boyfriend just a bit too far while he was trying to stream a game with his friends

warnings: fem!reader, college au, mean dom!rindou, exhibitionism (can hear, not see), oral (f->m), rough sex, unprotected sex, brief manhandling, humiliation, slight impact play, implied masturbation (m)

wordcount: 4.2k

notes: for @spookygeto's streamer collab

It’d been hours, you were sure of it, and you couldn’t bear it any longer. He swore--he swore--that he wouldn’t be on long, that he would actually spend time with you and you knew you shouldn’t have believed him. It was never just one match when Rindou got on with his stupid fucking friends but every time you naively held out hope.

Sighing from where you were leaning against the doorframe, you watched Rindou’s fingers fly across his keyboard, his gaze trained on the computer and headphones blocking out any sound other than the game and his friends.

Your eyes flickered over to the computer, noting the fact that he was streaming but his camera was turned off, as per usual. Sometimes, it amazed you how many fangirls your boyfriend had for being a streamer that never showed his face online but you supposed it was understandable, Rindou had an attractive voice, you would be the first to admit that.

You wandered over to his desk quietly, his eyes flickered up to the mirror he had above his computer, meeting yours briefly. He raised his eyebrows, questioning you, you pouted as you drew closer--pouting harder when he turned his attention back toward the game.

Kneeling next to him, you pressed your cheek against his thigh and looked up at him, “You’re so pretty, Rin,” you said softly as to not have your voice picked up by his mic, eyes trained on his pretty purple ones, watching the reflection of his game in his irises, watching the way his pretty purple and black hair strayed in his face.

Rindou looked down at you briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips for a moment before you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo shriek something through his headphones and he tore his gaze off of you and back toward the computer.

You pouted as he redirected his attention back toward the game, laughing at whatever was going on. Sighing you rested your head back down against his leg, cheek smushed against his thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes, hating the way he didn’t even spare you a second look.

You should just go, you told yourself, an unwelcome feeling stirring in your chest at the genuine smile spread across Rindou’s face as he talked with his friends.

He promised you time, another voice argued, take your promised time if he won’t give it to you freely.

Your eyes drifted to Rindou’s sweatpants, eyes focusing in on the outline of cock through the gray material, gaze shooting back up to where his eyes were following the movements on the screen rapidly, not sparing you any attention.

While his concentration was entirely on the game, you shifted under the desk and between his legs, movements going unnoticed. You tapped his thigh, watching as Rindou’s brow furrowed in confusion as he absently lifted his hips off of the chair, tongue darting out as his fingers tapped furiously at his keyboard.

Dumbass, you thought to yourself, albeit fondly, as you slipped his sweats down to his thighs. Rindou hadn’t even realized what you had done until you freed his cock from his boxers and he inhaled at the feeling of the cool air against it.

His gaze tore from the game and darted down to where you were kneeling in between his legs, fingers ghosting the length of his cock. His eyes were dark with warning as he watched you, hissing as your hand wrapped firmly around his cock, pumping it twice before you brushed your thumb over the precum beading at his slit.

You watched him scramble to turn the microphone off on his headsets. “Keep your mic on,” you complained quietly, “or are you afraid you’re gonna be loud.”

“Not right now,” he muttered and you could see the veins of his forearms bulging as his entire body tensed as you leaned in to lick at the precum leaking down his tip. Voice strangled, he said, “We finally dragged fuckin’ Mikey away from that other group he plays with, we gotta focus on this match.”

“Then focus,” you told him quietly, leaning up to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, watching him let out a heavy breath as he tilted his head back, that stupid matching tattoo he got with his group of friends on broad display.

“OI! RINDOU, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP FUCKING AROUND!” you heard one of his friends, Kokonoi Hajime, you recognized, shouting through his headsets and Rindou let out a low groan, shooting you a lidded glare before he turned his microphone back on, focusing back on the game albeit with shakier hands.

“Fuck off, Koko,” Rindou said roughly, “My girl came in, had to talk to her real quick.”

“Y/n’s there? Tell her I said hi,” Ran said immediately, his other friends echoing the sentiment. Rindou only glared down at you, you smiled from where you were leaning your cheek on his inner thigh, lazily pumping his cock.

Rindou took in a sharp breath as he set his gaze back on his computer screen and you leaned up on your knees, resting your elbows on his thighs as you took his tip into your mouth, sucking lightly and swirling your tongue around it. Rindou’s fingers faltered from where they were flying across his keyboard.

“Rindou, what the fuck?! How did you miss that?” you heard Sanzu shout and Rindou told him to go fuck himself. You smiled when you noticed one of his legs trembling. You pulled off of his tip with a soft pop, running your hands up his thighs and under his sweatshirt, nails tracing patterns on his abdomen. You watched as the muscle tensed under your touch, his body hunching in slightly and a grimace crossing his face as he shot you another irritated look.

You looked up at him, eyes wide. Tell me to stop and I will, you said silently. Understanding what you were getting across, Rindou only sneered at you, going back to his game.

You smiled.

One hand still lightly scratching the contours of the abdomen, your other drifted back to his upper thigh, bracing itself there as you leaned in to capture Rindou’s cock between your lips. Rindou hissed at the suddenness of the action. Shifting up more on your knees and forcing your throat to relax, you bobbed your head on his cock, inhaling deep through your nose as your lips brushed the base of his cock, desperately trying to stop yourself from gagging and making noise.

Rindou choked on his breath, coughing violently, and his cock twitched sharply in your mouth--tears stinging at your eyes as it stretched out your throat. Your nails dug into the skin of his thigh as you pulled halfway off his cock, tongue tracing up the vein on the underside of his cock, sucking hard at his tip cringing lightly at the salty taste of his precum before pulling off again and looking up at him.

You could hear a mesh of voices shouting at Rindou from his headphones but Rindou had his eyes squeezed shut and one hand clasped around his mouth, head tilted down. Haitani Rindou was good at a lot of things but controlling his reactions was not one of them. Haitani Rindou was loud and responsive in bed, and it was something that you appreciated a lot and he despised because no matter how hard he tried to shut himself up he couldn’t.

The glare he shot you was nothing short of lethal when he finally reopened his eyes and dropped his hand from his mouth, lavender eyes dark and hooded, lips pressed together tight and twisted down.

You smiled at him again, his glare darkened.

Leaning in, you placed wet kisses along the length of his cock, feeling his abdomen spasm underneath your hands at the action. Just as you were about to take his cock back into your mouth, one of his hands curled around your hair, dragging you up.

Your eyes widened in shock, watching as he leaned forward to press a few buttons on his keyboard, ending the stream and closing out of the game. You heard his friends screaming at him from his headphones, Sanzu being the loudest but Rindou only spit a few curses at them as he dragged you rather harshly over to his bed.

“Rindou,” you said, wincing at the painful grip on your hair but he only flattened his other palm against your back and shoved you face-first down onto his bed. Before you could try to push yourself onto your knees, Rindou was straddling your back, pulling your head up and forcing something over your ears.

“Rindou, what the fuck is going on?” you heard Sanzu spit directly in your ears.

“Dude, why did you disconnect? We’re getting fucked,” Kakucho asked.

“Come on, man, are you shitting us right now? We just fucking lost, you know how long it took us to get Mikey to play?” Kokonoi complained.

Rindou leaned in close to the microphone, chest flush against your back and cock pressed against your ass, “My girl wanted to play a different game, you should be thanking me for the front row seat, assholes,” he said lowly, and you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, eyes wide as the others on the call quieted down.

“Rin-” you began, voice wavering as he leaned back on his heels, shifting off of you.

“Thought you wanted the mic on,” Rindou spat, dragging you closer to him, grip bruising around your thighs. Distantly, you could hear his friends mocking you through the headset but all you could focus on was Rindou, “Made us lose the match, least you can do is give ‘em a show, yeah?”

“Yeah, give us a show, y/n-chan,” you heard Sanzu jeer into your ear from the headset.

“Mm, let us hear you, pretty girl,” Ran cooed, “Wanna hear how good Rinrin can fuck you, bet I can do it better.”

You inhaled sharply as you felt Rindou tug your shorts down harshly, looking back at him nervously because he wasn’t really about to fuck you with all of his friends and his brother listening, was he?

Tell me to stop and I will, the same mocking look you had sent him before was now directed your way and you could only glare at him. He didn’t back out, so you wouldn’t either.

“You hear that?” Kokonoi Hajime cooed, “Thinks she likes the sound of that, maybe Rindou doesn’t fuck his bitch good enough.”

“Koko,” Kakucho warned but he was cut off by Ran’s loud laughter.

“Is that it, princess? Need me to teach my little brother how to fuck you? Want me to make him watch as I split you open on my cock, hm?” Ran’s voice was cruel, mocking, tears sprung to your eyes.

“N-No,” you said, “No, I-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rindou said from behind you and you gasped when you felt his fingers slip between your folds to press at your entrance, smearing your slick around messily, “Don’t fuckin’ talk to them 'less I tell you to.”

You shut your mouth immediately even as Rindou’s friends started mocking you and you weren’t sure if wanted to cry or if you wanted Rindou to just hurry up and fuck you. You felt pathetic because while you listened to his friends make fun of you for ‘at least being an obedient slut’ you couldn’t stop the heat that was pooling dangerously fast in your lower abdomen.

You wanted to throw up--you shouldn’t be getting turned on from this. You shouldn’t and you knew damn well that Rindou was going to notice and when he did-

“There’s no fuckin’ way you’re actually turned on by this,” Rindou sneered, as if on cue, and you whimpered, humiliation spreading through you as his friends burst into laughter, sharp in your ears. Your eyes blurred with tears as Rindou grabbed your waist to pull you up to your hands and knees in front of him and you let out a shaky breath when you felt his tip nudge against your cunt, slipping against your wet folds. “You fuckin’ are, you like that they’re listening, don’t you? Want them to hear you actin’ like a fuckin’ whore? Maybe I should turn the video on for them too, yeah?”

“N-N-oh-” you couldn’t even finish the protest as Rindou’s hands found themselves in a bruising grip on your hips, fingers digging hard into your skin as he pushed into you without warning, an obscene moan escaping your lips when you felt his cock stretching out your walls, slipping into you almost easily without any prep just from how turned on you were.

Keyword, almost. You grit your teeth as discomfort spread through you, the stretch a strange mixture of pleasure and pain that was unfamiliar to you because Rindou never fucked you without making you cum twice on his tongue and twice on his fingers at least.

It burned and you couldn’t tell if it was in a good way or a bad way because your thoughts were jumbled not only from the feeling of Rindou’s cock splitting you open but also because of his friends’ voices piercing your ears.

“Jesus fucking christ, sounds like a fuckin’ pornstar,” you couldn’t tell who had spoken--Kokonoi, maybe? Takeomi? Yeah, Takeomi.

“Fucks like one too,” that was Ran, “Rindou accidentally sent me a video of them once when tryna send one he took of some guy hacking in the game.”

“Nah man, why the fuck is Rindou the first of us to get a girl? There’s something fundamentally wrong with that, when is it my turn?” That was Kokonoi, you realized.

You whimpered as you felt Rindou draw his hips back, you could feel each and every inch of his cock pressing against your cunt, each vein molding itself into your walls. And you tried, you tried to brace yourself, tried to hold back the moan bubbling in your chest because you knew the microphone connecting you to his friends was right next to your lips but you couldn’t.

Your arms trembled against the bed in anticipation, abdomen and legs tensing and pussy aching at the empty feeling left behind by Rindou’s cock as his tip once again nudged at your opening. But he wasn’t moving, he wasn’t moving and you were sure it was about to be what pushed you to tears rather than all of his friends making fun of you in your ear.

“Rin-” you began taking in a shuddered breath when you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo mock your call of your boyfriend’s name instantly. Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, for a moment you hated Rindou. You hated him for making him wear his headphones while his friends were on a call, you hated him for drawing this out when he knew what you wanted and you hated-

Any thought that might’ve been running through your head fizzled away as Rindou bucked his hips into you, a loud cry of his name tearing from your lips silencing all of the boys on the other end of the voice chat. Your arms gave out as Rindou pulled his hips back, snapping them back into you at an almost painful pace--dropping to your elbows as Rindou’s fingers dug deep into the skin of your hips and ass, dragging you back and fucking you onto him as he thrust up into you, hitting you so deep inside that it almost hurt, you swore his tip was brushing your cervix.

You could barely even hear Rindou’s friends in your ears over the sloppy sound of your boyfriend’s cock dragging in and out of your sopping wet cunt, over the filthy sound of skin on skin, over Rindou’s low groans and your piercing, broken moans that were cut off each time Rindou drove his hips into you.

“Holy fuckin shit-”

“... fucking hot, Rindou’s gotta shar-”

“-ucho actin' all holier-than-thou, we all know you’re fuckin’ your fist too.”

“Rindou,” you sobbed, fisting the sheets next to you, “feels s’good, Rin, feels s’good, feels-”

Another high-pitched moan tore from your lips as Rindou brought his hand down on your right ass cheek, the sound ringing throughout the air. That very same hand slid up your body to wrap around your hair, pulling you right off of the mattress, back arched almost painfully but you couldn’t even feel it over the numbing feeling of Rindou’s cock fucking so deep into you.

“Tell them that,” Rindou groaned but his words went in one ear and out the other until his grip tightened, “Tell them.”

“C’mon, princess,” Ran cooed, “tell us how my baby brother’s makin’ you feel, yeah?”

“Makin me feel s’good,” the words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, half a slur as your head started going fuzzy from all of the stimulation, “he’s makin’ me feel s’good, Ran.”

“Oh, fuck-” Ran groaned just as Rindou brought another hand down on your ass, making you cry out again.

“Don’t say his fuckin’ name,” Rindou spit out viciously, “Say it again and I’m not gonna let you finish.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you sobbed, but you weren’t even sure if the words were coming out as you intended and you weren’t even sure what Rindou was telling you, everything felt too hot and you couldn’t even hear yourself over the headphones and the sounds of Rindou driving himself into you over and over and over again.

“Keep going,” Rindou said after a moment and

You hiccuped over your breath, “R-Rin makes me feel s’good, n he’s so big, he’s so bi-ig,” god you should be embarrassed, you knew you would be whenever you came back to but you were too fucked out on your boyfriend’s cock to care, “makes me feel the best, makes me fe-”

“Bet I could make you feel even better, pretty,” Sanzu interrupted you, “Should convince your lil boyfriend to let-”

“No!” you said, “N’you can’t, Rin makes me feel the best, Haru-”

You weren’t even able to finish his name, cut off by another gasp and resounding smack as Rindou slapped your ass again, “What the fuck did I just tell you?” he seethed, but you could barely hear him over the near-pornographic moan of Sanzu Haruchiyo ringing through your ear.

Oh god, did he just cu-

Rindou’s grip on your hair tightened, your mind going blank as he drove his cock deep into you again, his free hand slipping from his harsh hold on your hip to rub at your clit, your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt him tug lightly at your clit, body spasming at the action. Letting go of your hair, Rindou brought his other hand back to your waist so he could fuck you faster, harder, at a brutal pace that had you crying out with each thrust, that had your mind half-dazed and your jaw slack.

Your upper body dropped limp against the bed without Rindou holding you up, cheek flush against the mattress and eyes rolling back as Rindou dragged your body back to meet him for every thrust, fingers playing with your clit like one of his stupid games. His name left your lips in a mantra, a series of nonstop high-pitch chants, his name was the only intelligible thought running through your head as he brought you closer and closer to your high.

“Fuck, sounds-”

You were gonna cum, you could feel it-

“... nzu came all over-”

But you can’t, are you really gonna let them all hear?

“...f your brother doesn’t let us hit, I swear-”

Heat spread through your body fast, too fast, you couldn’t fucking control it--you couldn’t even tell if it was from pleasure or humiliation as your pants and cries of Rindou’s name grew louder and louder.

“...so fuckin’ hot-”

Desperately, you tried to slap your hand over your mouth but Rindou grabbed it before you could try to muffle the noise, you sobbed, head almost feeling like it was floating from how close you were from being pushed over the edge.

“-n’t believe Rindou-”

They’d never let you live this down, you had to see most of them every day, how would you be able to look them in the eyes-

“Princess, convince your boyf-”

Rindou leaned over you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he rolled his hips slow into, hitting impossibly deeper, “Hurry the fuck up ‘n cum.”

Your entire body trembled as Rindou flicked your clit hard, grinding his hips deep into you as he attached his lips to the back of your neck, sucking deep bruises down your spine and moaning shamelessly against your skin as your walls spasmed around him. A piercing moan of his name left from your lips as you felt your high wash over you, nails ripping into the bedsheets and body tensing. You could feel Rindou’s hips stutter and still against you as he came deep inside you and you felt full, too full, too hot, it was all just too much.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t even tell who was speaking as your body fell limp to the bed, mind hazy and fuzzy--Rindou was saying something to you, you could see his lips moving from the corner of your eye but you couldn’t tell what he was saying over the combined sound of his friends loud in your ears and the blood rushing to your head, body shuddering in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Hey, Mikey,” you heard Ran laugh as Rindou reached to take off the headphones, “Bet this is better than your other little group you play with, yeah?”

Everything went eerily quiet once he pulled the headphones off, the only sound in the room was your own heavy pants as you tried to catch your breath and Rindou murmuring something to his friends before wandering over to his computer.

Distantly, you wondered if he really had the audacity to go back to playing his game after all of that, but you were proven wrong a few seconds later when he wandered back to your side, sitting on the bed next to you, headphones out of hand. He brushed your matted hair out of your face before leaning down to press his lips against your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back, cupping your face gently.

You smiled, turning your face to the side to kiss the palm of his hand, he let out a soft breath, the irritated look in his lavender eyes long gone and replaced by a fonder one.

“Love you, y’know?” he murmured and you giggled, the irritated look returned momentarily before disappearing. Haitani Rindou was never the most affectionate man but he tried his best for you,

“Love you too, Rin,” you said, giving his palm another peck.

For a moment, the two of you just rested there, basking in each other’s presence and just as you were about to speak up, his computer began binging incessantly. His friends, you realized after a moment, realization slowly beginning to hit you over what just happened.

Rindou seemed to recognize your distress and his grip on your face tightened slightly, forcing you to look at him, “I’ll kill them if they bother you,” he said, and you knew he meant it from the dark look in his eyes, “Ran-”

Ran-

“Rindou accidentally sent me a video once-”

“Rin,” you said quietly, cutting him off mid-rant, “Ran said something-”

“Ran says a lot of things-”

“Something about a video of us,” you finished, watching his face go red almost immediately. Rindou launched to his feet instantly, moving away from you. You forced yourself to sit up, wincing at the soreness shooting through your body, “Rindou!”

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” he spit out, refusing to look at you. You stared at him in disbelief, watching as he made a beeline for the bathroom, “Gonna run you a bath.”

“Rin-”

“Gonna run you a bath!” he repeated, louder, slamming the bathroom door behind him. You sighed as you heard the water running, flopping back down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Rin,” you called, knowing that he could hear you over the running water, “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

Rindou didn’t respond, and you tilted your head over to the side to look at his bathroom, watching as he opened the door and glared at you, “It was an accident.”

“An accident?” you demanded.

“I thought I was sending something else,” he snapped, “It’s not my fault my phone spazzed.”

“I’m gonna fuckin' kill you, Rin.”

“You can’t even walk on your own right now, good luck.”

“RINDOU!”

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