simpforgojosatoru

[simpforgojosatoru]

Madam Gojo - G.S.

Synopsis. Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, arranged marriage, Satoru is a little (very) INSANE and down bad, the elders are awful, oral (fem receiving), use of “madam”, unprotected, créampie, kníves, overstím, féral Satoru, heinous things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. I need clan leader Gojo SO bad you guys don’t understand.

They say that the head of the Gojo clan is the one person who could burn down this entire world and get away with it, too. 

The youngest of all the clan leaders - and the most infamous - a man who keeps his friends close, and his enemies even closer. Enough so that you’ve heard whispers of his cruelty at every nook and cranny of those stuffy social functions your family has dragged you to. And it was more than enough to paint a picture of such terrifying power.

Of a sharp blade and an even sharper mouth. Of an angelic figure that left no evidence, nor anyone to tell the tale - only the final, hauntingly beautiful image of cloudy white hair, and electric blue eyes.

Eyes that were currently locked with yours, and didn’t seem like they’d stop any time soon. Dangerous. Magnetic. Twinkling with such odd amusement from across the long tatami room. 

Gojo Satoru, the head of the Gojo clan - your future husband.

“Tch, the Kamo girl’s family had a much better reputation than this one.”

Ah, right. How could you forget?

You shift awkwardly on the mat, managing to rip your eyes over to the line of elders behind Gojo, whispering just loud enough that you’d hear - and, of course, remember once more that no, the marriage proposal hasn’t been approved just yet.

And considering those disapproving glares you’d been so warmly welcomed with, it seemed that they were well and fully intent on keeping it that way.

“I can assure you,” you fight to keep the polite smile plastered on your face, painful and slowly cracking with each passing second being interrogated. “My family is well-respected in the community.” Eyes snapping over to a silent Gojo, skin burning at his intensity. “Very well respected.”

“Come now. We’re just saying.” Another voice speaks up, strained and tinged with a venomous tone you knew didn’t bode well. “Your lineage isn’t exactly illustrious, is it?”

The emphasis on “illustrious” isn’t lost on you, and it’s so fucking dramatic than you think you could almost laugh. Apparently, a few of the elders think so, too - because they’re positively seething at the sight.

Muttering an icy, “Something funny, dear?”

“Nothing at all.” you bite back any insults, sifting around the contents of your untouched dinner - the last thing on your mind right now when it seemed like you were the main scrutiny tonight. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Such attitude!” That offended croak is met with murmured agreements and nods from the end of the room, “The madam of the Gojo household must be demure- I told the young master we should go with the Kamo girl.”

God, why did you agree to this again? Something about strengthening your family ties? You felt sorry for the poor soul who’d end up marrying Gojo, because no matter how much beauty or power he held, it certainly wouldn’t make up for this. 

Scoffing, the words falling from your lips faster than you could register them. “Then why didn’t he?”

And this little question somehow seemed to have struck a nerve - multiple, in fact, as you watch in morbid fascination as the elders visibly bristle. 

“B-because-” one sends a hasty glance at their stone-faced clan leader, flushing at his still-unwavering gaze on you. “You- It doesn’t matter. Someone like you isn’t suited to marry-”

“Right, because this clan is that great.”

You freeze. The elders freeze. It seems like everyone in the world freezes except for Gojo - who only raises his brow. Letting your words hang in the air like a foul stench, studying just how awfully you’re digging your grave deeper in this hellish marriage meeting.

Eventually, the elder closest to Gojo’s right mutters a painfully saccharine sweet, “I knew we shouldn’t have let the riff-raff participate.”

And oh it was like a dam burst open.

“-out of the thousands of girls, for someone like master-”

“The scandal, too- imagine letting the Gojo name fall this far-”

“Isn’t worthy. Can’t let the bloodline be carried by some whor-”

You’re on your feet before you realize it. Whirling at the elders head-on, and if looks could kill then all those old fossils would be six feet under and their graves a dance floor for you already. 

Fists clenched, you spit, “If he’s so wonderful then you all can marry this oh-so-great bastard yourself-”

Oh. You’ve done it now.

You were fucked. You were so very, very fucked. 

You don’t even bother to meet Gojo’s stare, instead wondering whether you’d be able to outrun the strongest clan leader alive. Sure, you could take those old toads but-

“Sit.”

Your heart leaps at the voice, the first time you’re hearing it since entering this room - deep, almost-melodic, and for a second you don’t even recognize who it came from. Not until Gojo’s flashing you a mirthful grin, blue yukata shifting as he moves to sit cross-legged, “Sit.”

Oh, God, you didn’t know of any torture methods one could do while sitting - but you didn’t doubt that Gojo was an expert in all of them. 

And as your knees buckle, sinking ever-so-slowly to sit back down on the floor, Gojo tilts his head in confusion. Brows scrunching together as he gestures downwards.

“On your…lap?” You question, as if the answer wasn’t glaringly obvious. 

The only response you get is a careless nod, Gojo spreading his knees further as if to prove his point. No care or concern as he plows on, “If you’d like, of course.”

It’s a silent staredown - you, and him - and the elders watching jaw-dropped, of course. None of you have ever known the young master to let anyone get this close - let alone give them a decision on, well, anything.

. 

A weighty beat passes. One. Two. 

He wins.

And you find yourself walking unsteadily towards Gojo’s imposing figure, all eyes on you as you plop down unceremoniously in his waiting lap. Warm - and it catches you off guard. Gaze flickering over his broad shoulder to look at the aghast faces behind you. Tension crackling in the air as they wonder the same thing as you at this very moment - just what type of torture method is this? 

“Interesting…I need this one.” You blink up in confusion, heart racing and oh- shit, when did he get so close? But Gojo’s chest only rumbles with laughter. Circling his long fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his sculpted chest, “As the new madam of the Gojo household.”

What? 

The elders behind let out stifled gasps, as bewildered as you were. And you swear you saw one faint, though, you don’t get to take a close look, because Gojo’s gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head up at his pretty face. 

“Wan’ me to kill them?”

“Kill- why?” you sputter - both from his idea and the heat of his proximity. 

“Why not?” He looks at you through his long lashes, so deceivingly innocent that it makes your head spin. Tone so light, as if he was talking about something trivial like the weather. “An early wedding gift, maybe?” And he sounded like he was joking - you wished he was joking. But you knew better. 

So you swallow thickly, “N-no…thank you.”

At this, Gojo’s eyes twinkle. “Yeah, real interesting.” he coos, voice so uncharacteristically playful. And his lips are so close - too close. Running a thumb along your bottom lip, “Gorgeous, too. Tell me, pretty, what do you think of ruling over this trash?”

And you could feel every eye on you as you mull over the question. Weighty. Scrutinizing - except for Gojo who seemed like he was hanging onto your every word. 

Hell, might as well give ‘em a few heart attacks right?

Words that never come - because your body moves before your mind. And you’ve got one hand gripping his expensive Yukata, the other scrambling for his broad shoulders. Softening the blow as you crash your lips onto his.

Soft - it’s the first thing you register. Followed very shortly by the taste of those cheap lollipops from those local convenience stores you loved - strawberry, you think.

But you don’t get to confirm, because the kiss is over as soon as it happens.

Gojo’s pulling away with a strange light in his eyes, lips flushed a pretty pink, yukata dangling off his shoulder already. You have to train your eyes away from the milky skin, and over to the elders. Yeah, one really had fainted - three, now, actually. 

And only one of them is brave enough to pipe up a rapid, “You- how dare you dirty-”

Thud!

It all happens so fast you’re not sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. In a split second, there’s a long dagger pulled out from his yukata, embedded deep into the tatami mat - not even an inch away from the elder who’d opened his mouth. 

“Out.” 

It’s so abrupt that for a second, you think Gojo’s talking to you, voice soft, and so so eerie. It sends shivers down your spine as you raise your eyes to look at his glare at the frozen crowd behind him.

Eyes wide, aura menacing - a grin gracing his features, absolutely nothing like the one he’d sent you - it was something so dangerous and cold. The temperature in the room dropping about ten degrees as he mutters, “I won’t say it twice.”

And immediately, it’s chaos. Each one stumbling over the other to run out the sliding doors first, none of them daring to look you in the eyes now. 

“O-of course, master.” the leader, seemingly, chokes out. One foot out the room already, “I’ll um- check that the servants are doing their work-”

“No. You all will stand outside.” Gojo murmurs, not even bothering to look at them. Instead, cupping your face closer towards his, “And close the door.”

That door could not have been shut faster, ringing in the tense silence. And suddenly you’re too-aware of the audience outside. Too-aware of being left alone with…your future husband? And the way he was looking down at you with something so dark in his eyes.

“So…” he runs his nose down your neck, breathing in your scent. “If you don’t want me to kill those bastards…what else must I gift you, my wife?” 

“Like what?” You gulp, back arching involuntarily into him. 

Gojo laughs at the reaction, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. “An estate?” Dancing ever-so-slowly, up your jaw, “All the cars you could want?” He blows gently in your ear, chuckling as you yelp in surprise. “Maybe jewelry?” Kissing the tips of your ears, “You’d look gorgeous in blue. And the Zenin clan has the perfect necklaces I can…convince them to send over.” He pulls away, taking you in entirely, “Or maybe-” Lips now ghosting yours. “-something else?”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. 

You don’t know who leans in first, just that Gojo’s lips were so sweet on yours. So addictive. Palms cradling your face so softly, while his lips were anything but. 

“Open your mouth, pretty.” he pants into your lips. “Kiss your husband properly, now.”

Shit, you barely even realize the way you’re listening to every single word he says. Jaw falling slack to let him lick at the seam of your lips. Such a messy clash of teeth and spit and him - so hot and starved. Like he couldn’t get enough with the way he hastily moves to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. 

“Satoru-” you gasp, and he nips lightly at your bottom lip once you immediately shut yourself up because shit, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Calling the clan leader Gojo by his first name? Hell, you’ll see the gates of heaven before you see an altar. 

But Gojo himself seems to think the complete opposite. “Don’t get all shy now.” he pries away the hand covering your mouth. “Call me ‘Toru’.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, trying to will yourself to say this little nickname.

Too slow, apparently. Because his hands are suddenly everywhere - on your breasts, your hips, giving your ass a slow squeeze. “T-Toru-” you squeal. 

Gojo’s mouth drops into a soft oh! Immediately surging forward as if to claim your lips again - stopping mere millimeters from your lips with a pained grunt. Like it killed him to stay away. 

“See? Jus’ like that.” he angles your head just right, before spitting, once. Twice. Right into your pretty mouth. “N’ now you’re mine.”

And fuck if Gojo wasn’t going to prove it.

He’s laying you down on the mat, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, “Mine to wed. Mine to carry my legacy.” Thumb running over your hardened nipples as he urgently unbuckles your bra, throwing it behind god-knows-where. “Mine to-” Biting down, ever-so-lightly on your nipple, “-worship.” Hands dipping lower, and lower - just barely teasing the hem of your drenched panties. “Mine to ruin.”

You don’t know what you’re reeling more from - maybe from those words, which you’re sure he said loud enough for the elders outside to hear.

Maybe from the way he’s sliding a finger underneath your panties, sliding it up and down your puffy folds. Making you arch into him like such a slut as he pools your sweet sweet juices on his fingertips, popping them into his mouth with a low groan. 

“Oh. Fuck. Oh, fuck-” Gojo’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Not wasting a second before ripping off your flimsy panties, tucking them away into the waistband of his yukata. “Sweeter than I imagined.”

“S-so filthy-” you mewl, as he spreads your shaky thighs. Lips wobbling pathetically at how he’s admiring your glistening cunt. “Toru, no one’s ever…”

At this, his eyes are back on yours now. Half-lidded, pupil’s blown - and you don’t think you’ve ever even heard of the leader of the Gojo clan being so out of it, let alone see it first-hand. His voice strained as he breathes out a barely audible, “Shit- really? So then…” He’s moving to lick lewd little circles on your inner thigh, “...your husband’s gotta make this memorable, right?”

Gojo doesn’t give the time to even think about answering - he doesn’t trust that he has the fucking sanity to wait that long. Because you’re so pretty splayed out like this for him. Your moans too sweet. Your cunt too tempting. Too his. 

So, really, you can’t blame him when he’s plunging nose-deep into your quivering pussy, licking one, long stripe right up your swollen folds. And fuck the cute lil’ whines escaping your lips are so addictive that Gojo just can’t help but do it again. And again. And again and-

“O-oh my god, ngh- feels too good-” you card your fingers through his soft locks - something that would usually result in a lost hand or two. But for you - anything, for you. “More, Toru.”

Shit, if Gojo thought he’d lost his sanity before then he definitely wasn’t ready for this. 

“So needy.” he’s chuckling into your glistening folds. One hand throwing your legs over his shoulders, the other thumbing over your needy clit. “So perfect. Can’t believe no one’s ever hah- eaten out this pretty cunt before.”

Immediately, he’s squeezing his hot tongue past your folds. And it’s all you can do to buck your hips up so sluttily when he licks at your sloppy entrance. Your throbbing clit. Anywhere and everywhere Gojo could reach.

“Hngh- yes yes yes, too good.”

“Yeah? Ya like this?” He moves his fingers down from your already-ravaged clit, circling your sopping wet hole. “Ya like making such a mess on m’tongue?”

“W-wha-” The words get caught in your throat as you whirl down at the sight below you - Gojo. Gojo, with strands of white hair sticking to his forehead, eyes so glassy. Gojo, tongue lapping at your sweet juices, looking like he wanted to devour you with his eyes, as much as his mouth. 

At your reaction, he grins, furrowing his brow in mock-concern, “What’s wrong, pretty? Can’t talk?” Bullying his long fingers past that first feeble ring of resistance, massaging your plushy walls. “N’ you were so hah- feisty earlier. Thought my new mmpf- wife would be mouthy?”

You give his hair a warning tug, whispering, “Sh-shut up-” But it comes out more breathless than you intended. 

Gojo notices, of course he does. Because he’s letting out a whiny, “Sh-shut up.” Wrapping his pretty pink lips around your pulsing clit, “As you wish, madam Gojo.”

You hear a dull thud from outside, but you can’t even think about turning your head to look because Gojo’s drinking you in like a man possessed. Pumping his fingers in and out, expertly hitting that one spot with each and every thrust. Looking nothing like an infamous clan-leader and every bit on cloud nine as he rolls his tongue over your clit. Over and over and-

“P-please ah- oh-” you squirm.

“Move your hips like that. Yeah- jus’ like that, pretty- fuck-” The most powerful man in the country letting himself be angled and pulled as you pleased, grunting each time you drag your pussy all over his mouth. Fingers frenzied on your clit - sloppy. Fast. 

But it still wasn’t enough for Gojo - he thinks it’ll probably never be. But that’s fine - the two of you have until the wedding night to perfect it, right?

So he’s looping a big arm around one leg, pulling your snug cunt impossibly closer, reaching over to toy with your pretty clit. And then he’s nose-deep in your sloppy entrance, preparing you for what was to come - fucking you both on his tongue and his fingers. 

Jaw grinding deeper, stretching you out, thrusting in and out in and out in and-

“Fuck fuck fuck- Toru m’so…”

“Close?” he slurs into your cunt, grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Fingers just digging into your hips, sure to leave pretty little marks for him to admire later - and to give a message to those old toads outside. “Cum f’me. Shit- cum f’me, pretty.”

Gojo realizes it before you when you’re finally cumming - because your gummy walls are squeezing around him so tight that it’s almost difficult fuck you through your high the way he wants. 

You’re shaking. Blood roaring in your ears, vision spotty. Crying out a hoarse, “Fuck fuck fuck- oh my god, Toru-” Barely even realizing the way you’re rocking your hips so hard into his hot mouth. 

And Gojo keeps going. 

Even when you’re blinking your vision back, big fat tears pricking your eyes at the sheer overstimulation. Even when white-hot electricity sparks behind your eyes each flick of his tongue. Still toying with your poor clit, tonguefucking you so messily. 

“Toru, s’too- ngh- much- fuck.” You can barely get the words out, jolting. Wondering how the fuck his mouth wasn’t tired, yet - how his fingers weren’t cramping up, tongue still as greedy as ever. “C-can’t-”

“You can. You will.” he’s murmuring into your cunt. Running his mouth now, like he was drunk off your pussy. Words as fast and ragged as his tongue. “C’mon, faster. Harder. Fuck-” you flinch as he spits out little profanities into your messy cunt. “Fuckin use me. Use me like the good lil’ wife you are.”

“Oh- shit.” you whine. Clawing at the mats, Gojo’s hair, his shoulders - just anything to cope with the sheer stimulation as he made out with your pussy like a mad man. “Wait- cum- m’gonna…”

You’re cumming and cumming all over again. So hard, even as you grind your hips deeper into Gojo’s mouth. Riding out your orgasm on his pretty face, so painfully good. 

And only then is he finally pulling away. Absolutely wrecked, eyes miles away already, mouth glistening with your slick. Going all the way down his jawline, and onto the tatami mat in a deafening drip! drip! drip!

“Oh.” he runs his tongue along his wet lips. “Who made you cum like this?” 

A smile slowly splits across his face as you manage out a little, “Y-you, Toru…”

“That’s fuckin’ right. Me.” Hypnotized by the heavenly sight of you all fucked-out and twitching with the aftershock. Marveling down at his hand - glossy, and covered with your slick, “N’ m’gonna love you.”

And, well, a good husband always shares, right?

Because Gojo’s shoving his fingers past your kiss-bitten lips, pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way he knew would have your eyes watering, gagging around him so prettily. Eyes widening at the feeling of something so hard and hot between your legs. 

“C’mon, lil’ madam. Lick them clean f’me, will you?”

You’re gasping, “Mmpf- Toru-” Eyes flitting between a smug Gojo and the hand currently untying his robe. So teasing with the way he’s giving you just a flash of those boxers before oh-

Shit. 

You thought that he’d be big - it was expected, in fact. But this was fucking ridiculous. 

All sculpted curves and dips of his body, faint scars painting his milky skin - stories he’d tell you about later, you think. A fucking masterpiece. All the way down, down, down to where his throbbing cock was leaking all over those tufts of white at his toned pelvis.

Rock-hard, and so so angry. Prominent veins running along the side, flushed a shade of pretty pink that glistened with precum in the dim lighting. So intimidatingly long that it already had you worrying for your poor cervix, and thick enough that it had your thighs pressing mindlessly together. 

Something that Gojo obviously didn’t appreciate.

“Now now.” he tuts, pulling back his fingers to spread apart your thighs with ease. So far apart that it burned. “I need these legs open, pretty. I like the view, y’see.”

And he made it quite obvious, too. Spreading your swollen folds so shamefully apart with his thumb - wet with your split. All the blood rushing to his cock at the way you flinch in embarrassment, at the feeling of being so used. Cute. 

“Shhh, relax.” Gojo hums. Spreading the spit and slick lazily along your cunt with his fat head, purposely letting it smear all over your thighs. “M’gonna make this feel so good for you.”

And let it be known that Gojo Satoru was a merciless man - for everyone. 

Except maybe his cute lil’ wife. 

Because, yes, he’s suddenly splitting you apart on his massive cock. Yes, he’s holding your poor hips still, head dropping into the crook of your neck as he sinks in inch by fucking inch. 

But oh God does he have to hold back from fucking your tight cunt exactly the way he wants. The stretch too sinful, your pussy too heavenly. 

Instead he’s kissing away the single tear rolling down your cheek, muttering, “Too big? Aww, f-fuck, pretty. You needa breathe-.” Rich, coming from him considering that Gojo doesn’t know if he was breathing right now. Too caught up in the way he’s rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, gasping into your open mouth, “Trust me. M’gonna make it f-feel hah- good. So fucking good.”

“F-fuck-” Your head is spinning. And you can only give him such delirious little nods as Gojo starts to push in quick, lazy little grinds of his hips just to squeeze inside your gummy walls. Past that first, tight ring of resistance. 

“S’too big-” you squeal, nails raking down his back. “A-are you all the way in- yet?”

“Nope.” he’s popping the p, so unfairly smug. “Not even halfway in.” Drinking in all your cute lil’ sobs as he snakes a hand up to draw an invisible line across your stomach. “But you b-better be prepared, wifey. Because this-” Pressing down, hard. “-is where I’ll be.”

You didn’t know who wanted that to become a reality more - Gojo or you. 

Especially with the way your tight cunt is sucking him up so good, and shit for all Gojo’s reputation, he feels like he could’ve cum right then and there. 

“Shit- so fucking tight. God- you’re gonna make me lose my mind.” words so strained. So dangerous. He kisses down your neck, biting right above your racing pulse. “How do you want it? Like you’re my hah- wife- or my lil’ slut?”

A trick question, you think - as much as you could when you’re this cockdrunk, at least. 

Locking eyes down at the way your cunt was bulging so obscenely around his cock, clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in in in- Unstopping. Relentless. Mewling a little, “L-like I’m your…wife.” 

“Louder.”

“Like I’m your wife.”

Several things happen at once - that faint muttering suddenly increases tenfold, and maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have noticed the few gasps. Gojo, however, does hear. 

It only takes an irritated growl and a split-second flash of metal for a second dagger to be struck deep into the thin wooden panel of the door - unfortunately for whoever just so happened to be on the other side. 

“That’s right. My wife.” And then he’s bottoming out - heavy balls smacking your ass, leaky tip nudging your poor cervix, letting you mark him up all you want as he rocks his hips faster into yours. “And you- ah- you realize they’re beneath you, right?” he’s stroking where he can feel himself bulging inside you. “That my lil’ wife just has to say the word n’ I’ll ngh- take ‘em all out?” 

You can only sob at the pressure, because his words are so soft but he’s fucking you so mean. Sounding like he was losing his sanity with each time your heavenly walls milked him. 

“I’ll kill ‘em- kill ‘em all-” he’s gritting out. “Hell, I’ll take down the r-rest of those clans ah- too if it pleases you.” Fingers getting so erratic on your clit, angling his hips just right to try and find- 

“Hngh- f-fuck, Toru- there-”

That.

So sloppy with the way he’s alternating between hitting that one spot and just abusing your cervix. Bruising - like he wanted to mark you everywhere n’ show it off, too. Biting down your neck, whispering into the skin, “Anything for you, madam.”

Rocking his hips harder, and he couldn’t give less of a fuck about the lewd little pool of slick and split forming on the mat below. Can’t even think to bring himself to be disgusted. 

“Feels good?” he’s drinking in your adorable sobs, “S’what you imagined?”

You’re torn between running away and fucking your hips up so bruisingly into his, hells digging into the mat as you push and pull away. “Yes. Feels- ah- ngh-” And for all your mouthiness earlier, you can’t even form coherent sentences right now - something that makes Gojo balls squeeze so painfully.

Something that has him wrapping his arms around your legging, dragging you like some ragdoll back to him. Rocking his hips so bruisingly deeper and deeper as he babbles. 

“Gonna make you c-cum. So hard.” He’s fucking you harder into the mat. Faster. Sloppier. “Gonna ngh- make you my beautiful bride.” Bouncing you on his painfully hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside - to leave marks for everyone in the clan to know. His balls on your ass, your nails down his shoulders, lips on your neck leaving little bites. “Gonna make you mine, pretty. And everyone else s’gonna know.”

And Gojo can tell when you’re close because he’s learned that you have a habit of squeezing him to insanity when you are. 

“Close?” At your delirious nod he’s giving you a blinding grin, “How cute. Why don’t you hah- cum f’me like the good lil’ wife you are, hm?”

Cum for him you do - thighs shaking, body jolting. So hard and violent that you’re covering him in all your sweet sweet juices. 

And he can only watch - awe-struck - as your pretty pussy squirts all over his angry cock glistening, and just drenched with your slick now. Beads of it getting all over his burning abs, trickling down every dip and curve as he uses your quivering pussy harder and harder-

“God, you’re so good f’me. Look how much you came.” Giving a final, harsh thrust. “So perfect f’me.”

So fucking smug as he finally cums as well. Letting out a low, muffled moan into your neck as he fills your poor pussy with rope after rope of seed, painting your walls such a sinful white. All the way until he was sure you were bloated with his cum, until he could feel it dribbling down the side. Looking down to confirm and- ah, sure enough, it was such a heavenly sight - thick globs drenching your clothes below. Spreading in a pool as his hips push deeper and deeper. 

Like it hurt to stop. Like it hurt to even think of tearing his eyes away from you. 

But, alas, this old meeting room could only take so much, and Gojo thinks you’ll enjoy his - your - bedroom much better for round two.

Which is how the elders outside found the door kicked open not too long after. Blinking up in shock at the tall figure of the Gojo clan leader at the frame holding you. Tired and limp in a princess carry, all bundled up your yukata and one of his outer robes. 

And they can only avert their eyes, faces burning at the hazy expression on your face, hair so unsubtly messy, bare legs twitching ever-so-slightly from where they were just peeking out from where the fabric had bunched up. Sinful. Desecrated. And evidently his. 

“Clean that room up.” 

Gojo’s stern command snaps them all out of their reverie. 

But before they could all run to do so, he’s plowing on, unapologetic and low. “Oh, and bow down-” chuckling lightly as they scramble to their knees before him - and your barely-lucid figure. “-to the new madam of the Gojo household.

A/N. On my period I’m gonna cry. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

[simpforgojosatoru]

TR 275 SPOILER

NOOOO!!! 😱😱😱😭😭😭😭😭😭

[simpforgojosatoru]

Ik it was a one shot but could you make an angst we’re reader breaks up with Draken in “WHITE LACE & COLLAR (Draken x F! Reader) (One-Shot)” cause that is some very toxic behavior and I just wanna see draken pay for being such a hypocrite 💀

Ooh...though I didn't think much about it or how to continue it...not a bad idea lol~

As I have other stories in the pipeline, give me some time to work on it~ 😅😉

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#𝐈'𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 (𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐎)

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ he doesn’t make a lot of good decisions, but ran thinks threatening you with a gun was one of his better ones. or basically haitani ran slowly falling in love with you every time he climbs through your balcony

— pairing ⋮ haitani ran x reader

— length ⋮ 10.6k words (my fault boss)

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, mentions of blood, drugs, and violence (bonten activities), strangers to lovers, bonten! ran, jealous! ran, kind of slow burn-ish, mutual pining, stab wounds (on ran), med student! reader, he threatens you with a gun to patch him up rip, fingering, gun play, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, pet names (princess, doll, pretty girl)

— notes ⋮ this is the most cliche thing i’ve ever written—and i’ve written a lot of cliche things. but i wanted to write at least one cliche gangster romance. ty ris and cat for hearing me ramble about this and reading over it ily <3

the first time ran comes to your apartment, it’s by mistake. he’s got a stab wound to his arm—from who, he doesn’t quite know, but he’ll sure as hell find out eventually—and a couple of cops tailing him. he doesn’t know what else to do but climb to the first-floor balcony of the apartment building behind him. 

your first-floor apartment’s balcony, that is.

scaling up the wall and climbing over the railing is easy enough, he’s got a great build and even better athletic ability—although, it does leave a searing sting in his wound and a throb up his arm that makes him stagger for a moment. and then he crouches under the little table you’ve set up for reading—there’s not much fresh air or wowing sights to intake in this side of the city, so all it’s really good for is to sit down and read at sometimes. 

he hears the cops turn the corner, listens as their footsteps pound against the sidewalk as they run, and then he grins to himself when the sounds become more and more faint, and it becomes more and more apparent that he’s lost them. he waits one more moment before standing—because being in this game as long as he has, with a name as big as his, he knows that being messy is nothing if not a gunshot to your head and the rest of your affiliates being  tracked down. so he waits a few minutes, chuckles through a gritted jaw from the pain at his victory, and he stands. 

and then he comes face to face with you. 

you stand there, staring at him through the glass with your mouth agape, eyes falling immediately to the blood on his arm and the small knife lodged in the skin through his sleeve, and you tremble. and now he’s doomed because you’ll scream, the cops will come running, and there’s no way he’s gonna scale back down in time to run away—nor does he think he has the stamina anymore. so he does the one thing he’s good at. sweet talk. 

and by that, he pulls out his gun and holds it to your forehead through the glass door—with a smile, though, that’s the part that makes it sweet. 

“alright, listen here woman. i won’t shoot your brains out if you don’t start causing a scene. deal?” he raises a brow, and you look almost like you’re seconds from taking the gun from out of his hands and pulling the trigger on yourself. it almost makes him feel a little bad. 

almost. 

“i-i…d-don’t worry, i’d never!” you quickly stumble over your words, frantically trying to persuade him you’re not going to make things worse and he won’t have a reason to splatter your brain all over your room for your family and friends to find. “i d-don’t even…it’s not like i care! you can do what you want,” you chuckle nervously, “seriously, i don’t judge. i’m totally not a judgey person, really. no tattling to any cops here,” you even make a show to zipper your mouth shut with your hand and throw away imaginary keys.

he almost snorts. to be quite honest, you’re kind of cute— in a pathetic and weak kind of way. and you seem to be trying to convince yourself more than him that you’re not a threat, but still, he lowers his gun. 

and since he’s not exactly known for being a good man—which is not without reason, either—and because he argues to himself he’ll never see you again and it couldn’t really hurt, he taps against the doorknob with the head of his gun. 

“open this door,” he demands, “unless you want me to shoot at the knob and let myself inside. then i won’t be nice, though,” he smiles with sickeningly faux sweetness. if he shoots at the door, the cops will definitely find him, and then he’ll definitely get caught. not before he’d have managed to kill you though, but something tells him knowing you’re dead won’t really make jail all that more enjoyable for him. 

but it doesn’t matter anyway because the threat is enough that it makes you gulp before you move to unlock the door. 

“p-please don’t hurt me, mister,” you sniffle, opening the door as you stare at him with watery eyes. 

ran doesn’t kill strangers, and he certainly doesn’t kill women and children. not that you know that, of course—and not that you have reason to believe it either. he’s sure you’ve spotted the bonten tattoo on his neck by now, and he knows it doesn’t really paint a great image for him in your head. bonten isn’t exactly known for having morals—however loose they may be—that leaves women and children out of it. but ran and rindou come to an agreement at young ages that the two of them would live by that rule, even if any organization they join doesn’t.

“i’ll let ya off the hook if my wound’s cleaned and my stomach’s full,” he spits—he doesn’t really talk to people this way, that’s more rindou’s style. ran is a bit smoother, purrs out saccharine words. the first thing you learn in this line of business is that drugs are easy to mask under sweet, sugary tastes. one wrong move and that drink you’re offered is the reason you’re tied up with a pistol pressed to your skull. that’s how ran likes to go about business, so sweet and undetected, the pistol is pressed against the back of your head before you even have a chance to realize it’s coming. 

“i don’t…i haven’t m-made dinner yet—”

“then you better get cooking,” he chuckles condescendingly, tapping his gun to your arm. you whimper in fear, and he almost feels remorseful…until his arm throbs again, worse than ever this time. he lets out a low groan in pain, hissing as he stares down at his injury, trying his best to assess how bad it is—until you reach forward and catch his attention. 

he takes a step back, and instinctively holds his gun up until you hold your hands up in surrender. gulping, you fumble over your words again. 

“i can…umm, i work in a hospital,” you say quietly, “i just…i can treat that,” you point to his arm, “it doesn’t look too bad, so don’t worry.”

ran stares at you for a moment in disbelief—how can someone so close to passing out, who stumbles over their words so much, work in such a stressful place under such pressure? but he counts his blessings and simply nods. 

“kay, get to it then, i don’t have all day.”

“it’s uh…it’s night,” you whisper, and then your eyes widen before you sputter. “s-sorry, i just…i have an awful habit of like…you know, being too literal when i’m nervous. my boss, she uh, she hates it. well, i think she hates me in general, but i—”

“you talk a lot,” he says bluntly, “it’d probably get you killed by now if it wasn’t me.”

“oh,” you squeak. this time, he does let himself snort in amusement. “my bathroom is this way,” you point to the door on the opposite side of the room. he waits a moment, watching as you simply stand before raising a brow. 

“feel free to lead the way.”

“oh, right!”

——

in your defense, you didn’t think someone would climb onto your balcony the same second you come home from work ready to cry your eyes out. whoever said get a job and be self-sufficient and work to be successful and be a woman-in-stem and all that other bullshit being a good idea was a liar. you are not defining your own future—because at this rate, you’re not even sure you’re gonna live long enough to have one. 

either the stress will cause you to drop dead in the middle of your shift or the lovely gangster man who forcefully broke into your home right before your breakdown will kill you. whichever comes first, your money’s on either one. 

you don’t usually act this pathetic. usually, you just bite your tongue and hold onto the long thread that is your patience. but this man has caught you in a very bad moment with a very bad situation and well…you’re only human. 

so you may be making a tad bit of a fool of yourself, but he seems to be decently approving of your actions if he’s whistling behind you as you gather the first aide kit in your bathroom. 

“tiny bathroom you got here,” he mumbles, peering over your shoulder as you gather disinfectant, and the bane of his existence—needle and thread to do stitches.

it causes you mild irritation because really, who does this guys think he is? he trespasses onto your property (it’s rented, but that’s not the point), interrupts your mental breakdown, holds a gun to your head, enters your home, demands your services and food, and now he’s nitpicking over the size of your bathroom? you almost wish the stab wound was over his heart and not his arm, just so you can tell him there’s nothing you can do and watch him bleed out over your sink with your own two eyes. 

but then there would be a dead corpse in your bathroom, and explaining how that got there would be an entirely new problem, and you’re not sure an aspiring healthcare professional can afford to have a smudge quite like this one on their record. so you keep yourself levelheaded—but that doesn’t mean you can’t be at least a little petty. 

“i’m a medical student,” you huff, “you try paying for a large bathroom and tuition.”

“touchy subject, huh?” he chuckles. ran glances around some more—there’s a towel with stethoscopes on it by the sink, he eyes it with an amused look. 

“that was from the hospital i work at,” you mumble when you notice where his eyes have wandered, “they gave those in a bag as a little welcome gift. i thought i might as well use it instead of buying one myself, you know?”

“right,” he nods, biting back another laugh, “saving money. i like it, it’s financially responsible.”

“it’s a cute towel,” you huff, pouting slightly. when you’re not nervous and seconds from passing out from fearing for your life, you’re funny, ran decides. in an unintentional, rambling type of way. it’s kind of cute, but also entirely too naive—which is dangerous in a city like this.

“it is,” he nods seriously—because really, it kind of is. the stethoscopes have hearts on them. “so, what made you decide to be a med student? you love people? wanna be a hero? you have a passion for helping those who need—”

“i didn’t know what else to do,” you shrug, “so i picked it, and now i’m in too deep to back out.”

that’s not the answer he was expecting, but somehow, he likes it better than his guesses. it’s not that disgustingly self-righteous talk of giving back to the world or doing good for others he was prepared to hear. and in a world that doesn’t offer any good, he’s glad you’re not naively handing it out for free. 

“so how—”

“give me your arm,” you cut him off, and now there’s a completely new side of you that he’s seeing—which is funny considering he’s known you for five minutes tops, but by now he’s seen you go from terrified to bashful to now serious. he figures this is the work side of you, the side that actually does seem equipped to shoulder working at a hospital—he has to hand it to you, you seem quite suited for the field. 

“here you are, milady—ow, fuck, that shit stings,” he hisses, clenching his teeth as you pull the knife and begin to clean the wound. 

“for someone who’s in the most feared gang in the nation, you’re kind of a pussy when it comes to injuries.”

“the fuck did you just call me?” he growls, sweat collecting on his forehead as he lets out labored pants. now it’s your turn to chuckle, and ran decides that since your laugh isn’t the ugliest, he’ll let this slide. 

that and his arm really fucking hurts. 

“i said you’re pussy when it comes to injuries,” you grin.

“not takin’ shit from the same woman that cried like five minutes ago. please don’t hurt me, mister,” he mocks, voice turning a pitch higher to imitate your voice as he fake sniffles to reenact your moment of weakness. rolling your eyes, you shoot him a light glare. 

“they don’t hold guns at my face in the hospital,” you grumble, “excuse me if i was scared. and you aren’t the nicest when asking for help, you know. a please and thank you can take you a long way.”

“spare me,” he grumbles, “pleases and thank you’s don’t do shit in my line of work.”

“well, your line of work is what made you hold a gun to my head in the first place, so i already hate it.” he laughs—genuinely this time. not because you’re helpless or because you’re so awkward it’s entertaining. you pull a real laugh out of him this time, and it’s a boyish one, a bit too charming for someone who can kill you in under five seconds.

“true—”

“okay, done.” you interrupt as you tighten the stitches and tie the knot. he flinches a little as you pull on the thread to tighten your handiwork before registering what you just said—done.

“already?”

“aw, did my company entertain you enough to keep you distracted?” you tease. he realizes now that he’s been so busy bantering with you, that he doesn’t even realize you’ve started stitching him up, let alone finished. he has to admit, you’re definitely cut out for your job, even if you really don’t seem it at first.

“don’t flatter yourself, doll,” he grunts, letting you wrap his arm as he looks off to the side. now that he’s not worrying about the hunk of metal sticking into his flesh anymore, he’s a lot more aware of your proximity as you finish patching him up. 

it’s oddly comforting—he’s never really been patched up in a small bathroom with cute stethoscope towels. usually, it’s in bonten hideouts, with people they’ve hired to take care of injuries like this. that or he does it himself, he’s figured out how to treat at least a few injuries after all these years. but he’s never had someone so close in a setting that’s almost domestic, never had anyone hum as they clean up the medical kit, never had someone who pokes their tongue out a bit when they’re concentrated. 

but before he can internally curse himself for letting him enjoy something a little less rough than what he’s used to, you’re interrupting his thoughts. 

“so, dinner and then you’ll leave me alone, right?” you raise a brow. obviously, you’re not too keen on keeping him here for long—and that’s probably for the best, he rationalizes. 

so with a scoff,  he stands, shooting you a small glare. “nah, forget it. i don’t need dinner anymore.” you blink before furrowing your brows, and he walks towards the door. he stops for a moment before just barely looking over his shoulder to cast you a glance. “thanks for fixin’ up my arm.”

———————————————

for a while, you’re mildly offended he skipped dinner after he already got free medical service from you. arguably, if you had charged him for either, you’d have made a decent number off of the stitching, and you can’t help but roll your eyes that of course, he didn’t choose to bail on the more pricier of your (forced) free services. plus, he’s left drops of blood on your balcony that you had to scrub at and rinse away.

what an asshole. 

but still, a part of you kind of wishes maybe he’d have stayed for dinner—which is crazy, absolutely foolish. but he wasn’t bad company…at least when he wasn’t threatening to kill you, of course. and he didn’t even tell you his name, which you were kind of hoping you could ask over dinner. not because you wanted to get closer or anything, just that you feel it’s at least courtesy to tell someone your name after you trespass, threaten to kill, and then break in and demand help. 

really, he’s such an asshole. 

but life goes on, and you return to your shitty job with your shitty hours and your shitty boss. and it’s all back to normal for maybe…one week—and really, you probably should’ve figured that an encounter that’s as downright cliche and out of a novel as that one would lead to your life being anything but normal afterward, but for a small period of time you really let yourself believe. 

he’s back in one week with that grin on his face that makes you want to smash your head against the wall. and, because he’s just that taunting, he has the audacity to tap against the glass of your balcony door with that damn gun of his again. 

“i don’t suppose you’re here for a free physical now too, are you?” you huff as you open the door, making him grin at you widely as he lets himself in. he seats himself on your bed, spreading his legs widely in a way that almost seems inappropriate. he smirks a little when you quickly look away. “unfortunately this is not a free clinic.”

“i did not want a physical,” he chuckles, “but if you really wanna do one on me that bad, i won’t say no—”

“i’m calling the cops,” you spit. he only lays back against your mattress, hands behind his head as he snorts in amusement. 

seriously, how much of an asshole can a guy be?

“i’ll just shoot you,” he shrugs. “i’ve shot people for less.” somehow, the last part doesn’t feel like a lie, so you decide to drop the topic all together—you don’t really want to test the theory of whether or not he really will shoot you.

“what’re you here for,” you squint, crossing your arms and tapping your foot against the floor at him like you’re waiting for an explanation he owes you. your ability to have so many personalities is truly astounding, ran thinks, you’re almost completely different from the sniffly and petrified woman he met just a week ago through the glass door—except you’re still kind of trembling from a distance away, a distance you seem keen on keeping.

“for dinner, of course,” he grunts like it’s obvious. “i had to cut our last date short, but i did say dinner was part of the deal. otherwise, i’ll just have to shoot you,” he says with a dramatic sigh. it almost makes your vein pop—of course, he picks the time convenient for him to snatch a dinner out of you, and of course, it has to be the night you decide to buy more pricey items from the grocery store to treat yourself for once. 

you’re almost certain that his bank account has more than enough funds, and even if it doesn’t, he really isn’t someone people would deny free services if they want to live—you can attest to that yourself, so you can’t imagine why he can’t just get dinner elsewhere. but still, you sigh before you let your shoulders slump and your arms drop to your sides. 

“it was not a date,” you firmly remind him, “but fine,” you grumble. “but the deal was dinner—and then you have to be out of my hair for good,” you warn. 

“of course,” he grins, winking at you. 

it’s not all too convincing, but you sigh and nod anyway. 

——

the rest of your apartment is just as small and cramped as your bathroom is, ran notes this almost instantly. it practically feels like the size of a storage closet in the bonten mansion, but he doesn’t tell you that. he might be a gangster, but he’s still got some manners in him. 

still, something about the little throw pillows you pile on the couch and the small glass figures you have on the tables makes him feel a bit more at home here than he ever has in the mansion. it’s small and cozy and it has what it needs, nothing more and nothing less. 

he likes it—thinks the couch might be a perfect spot for him to nap on occasionally. but just as the thought trespasses his mind, he shoves it back out with a frown on his face. he cannot be daydreaming about napping on your couch. 

“dinner almost ready?” he asks impatiently, head on his arms as he has them folded over your dining table. you chop vegetables and scowl, throwing him a dirty look as you scoff. 

“dinner doesn’t happen in ten minutes,” you roll your eyes. he mumbles something under his breath and you move back to chopping vegetables—and then you ask the question you’ve been waiting to ask. “what’s your name?” 

“what’s it to you,” he raises a brow. 

“i scrubbed your blood off my balcony floor, let you point a gun to my head multiple times, cleaned and stitched your injury for free, and now i’m letting you eat my dinner. you can either pay me the bills for your maintenance or you can tell me your name,” you snap, making his eyes twinkle with amusement as he gives you a lopsided smirk. it grates at your nerves, makes you want to grab him by his lilac hair like it’s the scruff of his neck and toss him off your balcony. 

but he hums before shrugging, “guess you’re right,” he admits. “haitani. haitani ran. you?”

“what’s it to you,” you mock his earlier statement, and he rolls his eyes in a way that can almost be described as fond. 

“i like to at least know the names of the people i shoot in the head,” he teases, and you contemplate if you’d be able to aim straight for his heart if you threw your knife at him right about now. but once again, that probably would end with a tarnished legal record, and you don’t really want to watch all your hard work wash down the drain for a man whose hair looks like he showed the Trolls movie poster as his reference photo. instead, you just huff and mutter out your name for him, which he repeats quietly as if testing the sound as it rolls off his tongue. 

“i’ve heard your name on the news,” you add, “you sure do have the cops running in circles for you, haitani ran.”

“‘s not like they’ll ever catch me,” he shrugs, “and if they get close, it’s not like they ever live long enough to get any closer.”

“that’s very reassuring to hear,” you say sarcastically, but either the sarcasm flies over his head, or he simply doesn’t care to acknowledge it. 

“no worries, i’m not getting caught any time soon,” he drums his fingers on the edge of your table, throwing you a cheshire grin as you toss the vegetables in the pan and stir. 

“very glad to hear that,” you scoff. 

“i’m sure,” he hums, chuckling lowly, “more dinners i can keep you company during.” 

you throw him a warning glance, making him turn away with a grin as he whistles. it gives you deja vu to the night in your bathroom, which almost instantly springs on a headache. in fact, you think ran might as well be a living, breathing, walking headache. 

“the deal was that you’d spare me and leave me alone if i cleaned your wound and fed you dinner. you never said anything about this being a regular thing.”

“well, that’s why you gotta read the fine print, they always got catches in them,” he retorts, and now you’re really considering throwing your knife at him. at this point, you don’t even care if it lands at his heart—as long as it lands somewhere. 

“there’s no fine print in a verbal agreement, asshole,” you spit. 

“i whispered it,” he winks, “it’s basically the same thing.” 

you’re starting to see why the police want to lock haitani ran behind bars so much, this man can’t possibly be allowed to wander freely amongst others—he’s horrendously bad for physical and mental wellbeings. 

———————————————

ran likes your cooking. it’s hearty and homely and tastes like something you’d make on a budget—but it’s still good and that’s why he likes it. 

it doesn’t taste like the expensive stuff he always eats, he doesn’t eat simple dishes too often—in fact, he can’t remember the last time he even had something simple to eat at all. it must’ve been back when he was younger, when he and rindou lived off of cup ramen and other snacks all the time, when they reveled in being able to eat all the junk food in the world without being told no. but even then, ran never got to eat a real home-cooked meal very often, and your cooking satiates a certain type of starvation he still suffers even after living such a lavish lifestyle. 

so he returns every once in a while, joins you for dinner as he sits at your tiny dining table and watches you cook, lets you complain about your boss and your patients and your classes as you add spices and stir the pot. he laughs, makes a joke or two, which then, of course, makes you laugh too, and he thinks he can get used to this. 

eventually, he starts leaving cash on the counter before he leaves to make up for all the extra grocery shopping you’re now doing to feed two mouths instead of one. he quietly leaves it there before you can say anything, and after a few back and forth arguments, you finally just let it be. if he could, he’d fund for you to move to a nicer apartment, something bigger, somewhere safer and a shorter distance from your work, somewhere where the balcony of your room isn’t just good for reading, but for some fresh air and a nice view of the city. but he knows you’ll never let him, and he doesn’t dare offer.

a short while after that, he even starts helping around the kitchen—which mostly only means he washes dishes and taste tests for anything the food might need because he’s not much skilled in doing anything else. but it’s nice, you form your own rhythm together, and it almost feels like he’s a well-knit piece to your carefully woven life. 

and he doesn’t threaten to shoot you anymore—even if he never really meant to in the first place. he ends up changing phones often, being in a criminal organization means he has to use burners left and right, but he always sends you a text every night he leaves and signs it with a water gun emoji. 

the first time he signs off with it, you tease him. great emoji for a gangster, you send, and you giggle when you all but imagine the scoff you know he must’ve let out. not my fault there’s no real gun emoji, he sends you back. it becomes a nice added bonus you look forward to with each visit. 

that, and getting away with making him do your dirty work. 

“ran, make yourself useful and help me carry these,” you point to a pile of books by your door. he raises a brow, staring at them like they’re too suspicious for him to touch. 

“what'dya need that many books for?”

“to study,” you scoff, rolling your eyes, “they just got delivered and they’re heavy. and seeing as you had no trouble climbing my balcony with a stabbed arm, you’re strong enough to lift these,” you point at the pile. he rolls his eyes and scoffs, but still, he reaches and easily lifts the pile that would take you maybe three trips on your own. 

“already got me being your little maid, huh?” he mutters, “washing dishes, carrying things around, what’s next? you gonna make me do your plumbing too?”

“can you do plumbing?” you giggle, “because then—”

“not happening,” he snorts, “nice try though, princess.” he sets the books down by the desk in your room, turning to flick the tip of your nose gently. it makes you crinkle it slightly before swatting his hand away. he thinks you look cute like that, nose crinkled and a soft grin tugged at your lips—blissfully unaware of how good you look. “you really need all these books to study? why can’t they just teach you the shit in class instead of makin’ you buy all this.”

“it’s additional aid that’s optional,” you inform him, like it’s common knowledge. but then again, you don’t think haitani ran is the type of guy who spent most of his time in school, let alone worrying about higher education. “but that almost always means it’s gonna be on the exams, so then it’s not really optional anymore,” you grumble. “college is a scam.”

“that’s why i just steal,” ran grins, “didn’t need college to pay my bills.”

“so then how do you have that cash you insist on leaving me for the groceries?”

“i steal that too, princess,” he snorts, “unless we get it from shit we sell—usually that’s stolen too.”

“i’ll stick to college then,” you mumble.

“probably for the best,” ran nods, almost a little too seriously. you raise a brow, and it makes a smile tug at his lips before he finally lets out the chuckle he’s been trying to fight back. “you would probably start cryin’ and turn yourself in after the first day.”

“would not,” you scoff, “i’m not stupid.”

“right,” he grins. “well, i’ll be on my way if that’s all the maid work ya need me to do for today. i’ll swing by tomorrow and—”

“oh, i won’t be home tomorrow,” you hum as you straighten out papers on your desk. he tilts his head, furrowing his brows a bit in confusion—and slight disgruntlement. 

in all honesty, he shouldn't be this irritated that you have your own plans and your own life, you really only see ran once a week—sometimes less than that if he’s exceptionally busy, or you’re loaded with work and school. but he can’t deny that there’s just a small bit of him that’s irked that your free time isn’t only reserved for him, even though he knows it’s highly irrational. 

“and why not?” he asks, trying to mask the unimpressed tone his voice desperately wants to lace with his words. 

‘because i—” you spin, to face him, grinning widely, “—have a date. and he’s cute. and,” you drawl with a sing-song voice, “he’s smart.”

“smart,” ran repeats. the word tastes acrid on his tongue. it fuels something in him that doesn’t come out too often, a part of him that’s hungry for something worse than a petty fight. something purely dangerous and purely violent—something ugly that only shows up when he’s in charge of taking down a traitor, or rindou’s been messed with, or he’s been disrespected by a subordinate. 

“yeah,” you nod, and you giggle—like he’s your friend and you’re telling him about some schoolgirl crush on the playground. he clenches his fist. “he’s really smart,” you say excitedly, “it’s really hot.”

“right,” he spits. “well, you have fun with that. i’ll see you…” he hesitates for a moment, trailing off before he ultimately doesn’t even care anymore, “i’ll see you when i see you.”

“what does that mean—”

the door to your room is closed shut, and a moment later, so is the front door. you stare at the spot he stood at just a moment ago in confusion, sitting in silence for a few moments before shrugging and turning to your textbooks. 

it’s alarmingly difficult to focus when you don’t get a text signed with a water gun tonight. 

———————————————

smart. 

the sound of your voice repeating that one word replays on his mind on loop—and he’s sick of this track, has been since he first heard it.

haitani ran is a lot of things, but he supposes smart isn’t one of them—which isn’t to say he’s stupid, he’s just not an academic guy like your supposed date. it makes his fists clench because he basically (sort of) has a domestic little life with you, and some asshole with a perfect gpa is pulling giggles out of you without even trying. ran would love to see the look on this guy’s face when he finds out that you and ran cook together—even if you do most of the cooking and all he really does is wash dishes. and he especially wants to see the look on the guy’s face at the fact that you make his favorite for dinner every time he visits. 

and at this point, rindou thinks everyone in bonten can tell something’s eating away at his brother, it’s crystal clear. it’s extra evident today because rindou is almost never the voice of reason, it’s always ran.

except right now—right now, haitani rindou is the voice of reason, and it’s alarmingly out of the ordinary. 

“bro, i think the guy’s had enough—”

“shut up, rindou,” ran grits, his baton slamming away at the very disfigured face under him. blood paints the concrete in splatters, and at this rate, rindou thinks the man’s face and the sidewalk might just become one with how violently his brother is thrashing away at the man’s head. 

“dude,” rindou tugs once at ran’s shoulder, and almost too easily, he’s able to pry him away. ran should never be this easy to pry away from an opponent. he casts a slightly concerned glance at the older of the two before he pulls ran to his feet and raises a brow. “the fuck’s gotten into you?”

“what do you mean? i’m fine,” ran grunts, spitting a mixture of blood and spit on the ground, rubbing away at the spot on his jaw where he’d been punched. it’s unlike him to start fights through hostility, ran has a charm to him that rarely lets things escalate unless they were meant to be escalated from the start. he sweet talks his way through any and everything, doesn’t involve himself until he absolutely has to—he never instigates a fight that lands him getting the first punch. 

“yeah, sure,” rindou scoffs, “fuck you. tell me or i’ll wrestle it out of you,” he threatens. 

“you won’t beat me,” ran raises a brow. in a way only a younger sibling can get away with, rindou flashes his brother the brattiest grin he can manage—which is rather bratty for a grown man in the largest criminal organization in the country.

“yeah i would,” rindou snickers, “you’d never hit me back. now what’s up your ass, bro?”

on any other day, ran would throw a (very soft) punch to his brother’s shoulder to prove rindou wrong, but he doesn’t care to at the moment—which only concerns rindou more. sighing, ran runs a bloodied hand through his hair. the sting of his knuckles reminds him of you, how you’d scoff as he holds them up at you, how you’d make some snide comment about your apartment not being a clinic and your services not being free, how even despite that, you’d carefully cradle his hand close to you as you’d clean the dried blood and disinfect the busted skin, how you’d stick your tongue out in concentration while ran would smile at the sight. 

and for a moment, it really hits him how much you have someone like him softened up for you—and that might be dangerous, but he thinks the even more dangerous part is that he doesn’t find it in him to care. 

he wants you, and whatever means he has to go through, ran thinks he’ll do it to have you. but he doesn’t think there’s anything he can really do, no matter if he uses his gun or baton or fists, if you don’t want him back. 

“is this to do with that girl?” rindou asks bluntly. throwing his brother a dirty look, ran scoffs as he shakes his head. 

“no, it’s nothing to do with that girl,” he grunts, “and she has a name.”

rindou snorts, looking his brother in the eye with amusement on his face that makes ran scowl. “yeah right,” he rolls his eyes, “that’s about as likely as this guy’s nose not being broken,” he deadpans, gesturing at the unconscious figure laying on the ground a few inches away. 

“man, fuck you,” ran clicks his teeth, letting out an irritated huff before looking off to the side. it’s quiet for a moment before he finally grunts lowly. “fine. she’s got a date,” he mutters, barely audible. 

rindou must hear it though because he offers a slow, sympathetic nod as he takes in the words. 

“damn, sounds like it sucks.” ran almost wants to scoff at the words. you think? he wants to spit, but he doesn’t have the energy to start an argument. “you should probably…i don’t know, maybe just tell her how you feel?” rindou raises a brow. he’s judging ran a little bit, he can feel it.

now ran really does want to start an argument because who does rindou think he is, acting like this is as easy as he thinks? 

if it were that easy for ran to admit he cares, he wouldn’t let you walk alone from work to your apartment at night on this side of town just because it saves you a bit of money. if it were easy, he wouldn’t let your boss take advantage of you to work hours you don’t want to work when he could easily drop in a little threat. if it were easy, he wouldn’t let you go on a date with a smart-ass know-it-all who probably lives off trust funds and his parent’s money on a joint bank account—even if ran is a wanted criminal and isn’t much of a better option. 

but it’s not easy. and he doesn’t quite know how to tell you no one can touch you as long as he’s around, that as far as he’s concerned, no one can give you what he can as long as he’s around either—and he should be the only one that can actually stick around. 

“shit’s not that simple,” ran spits. and once again, rindou is alarmingly the voice of reason—twice now.

“could be,” he shrugs, “if you just grew a pair.” 

the man on the ground groans slightly, and ran swiftly gives his crotch a kick before walking off. 

———————————————

the date was boring. you don’t talk to the guy again.

but more importantly, ran hasn’t shown up in about three weeks. that’s twenty-one days. five hundred and four hours. a number of minutes you don’t feel like calculating—but you know the number is high, and you’re mad. 

you’re mad the first week because you brought a bunch of groceries to try a new recipe. it was good, and you think ran would really like it. you think he must be busy with whatever work a criminal does, so after waiting a while and realizing he’s not showing, you pack it up nice and tight in a little container, write his name on a sticky note, and after much contemplation, you add a small heart next to his name with a smiley face in the center. he doesn’t show, and eventually, you eat his portion for dinner before it goes bad. 

you’re mad the second week because you’ve got loads to tell him, and he’s not here to fucking listen. your boss has been promoted, which means you have a new boss, and this one is finally a reasonable one. you’ve also found out your final replaces your lowest exam score for one of your classes, and you’re thinking about saving up to buy your professor a cruise ticket for his kindness. and now that your semester is almost over, you’ll finally have a little more free time. ran needs to hear all this, and you’re increasingly irritated he’s not here to poke fun at your “mundane” joys as he grins against his glass before taking a sip. 

by the third week, you’re mad because you’re hurt. it’s apparent by now that haitani ran, the asshole who broke into your apartment and threatened to shoot you in the head, who not only got free medical services off of you but also free dinner a number of times, who made himself a part of your life against your will by incessantly tapping away at the glass of your balcony door no matter how long you try to ignore him, is avoiding you. he’s avoiding you, and it’s starting to leave an ache in your chest he never should have the opportunity to leave. and now you’re mad because not only has he hurt your feelings, but also because you’re foolish and naive and all the things he called you before for falling in love with someone like him. 

so you curse his name, wipe your tears—you refuse to admit you cried over him, so you tell yourself it’s just stress from work and school—and you sit down at your desk to do some studying. you are defining your future, even if it’s one overpriced textbook and one underpaid work shift at a time. 

but then there’s a tap at your balcony door and you almost contemplate calling the cops. but like clockwork, before you can even realize it, your feet are padding against the floor as you walk to open the door. 

“stupid fucking haitani ran,” you mutter, “doesn’t he know i’m fucking studying? and i fucking hate him?”

he has the audacity to scowl at you through the glass when you pull the curtain of your door—if you stood a chance against him, you’d have killed him by now. 

“well that only took forever,” he grunts, “hurry the fuck up, it’s cold out here.”

“you can freeze then,” you spit, crossing your arms. “because this door is staying closed,” you say firmly.

“then i’ll fuckin’ shoot the doorknob in and let myself inside, you choose,” he glares at you, and because he’s an asshole—because he always has been an asshole, he pulls out his gun. “then i won’t be so nice when i come in,” he offers you a faux grin. 

“then do it,” you raise a brow. 

for a second, he’s shocked. he didn’t think you’d actually challenge him—and you’d win this challenge of course, but still, he didn’t think you’d actually do it. 

“open this fuckin’ door, princess,” he squints his eyes at you. 

“where have you been, haitani ran?” you don’t back down. your hands are on your hips, your brows are furrowed and your lips are curled into a frown, and you’re calling him by his full name like you mean business—and it all means you’re mad at him, and he should apologize. 

but all he can really feel is a tad bit excited because that must mean you missed him. like his absence meant something to you like it meant something to him. 

he grins, you scowl deeper, and he grins a bit wider at that. 

“oh is that it?” he grins, “did you miss me, princess? is that why you’re mad? you defini—”

the door opens all too quickly, and you’re coming forward with a finger prodding at his chest accusingly as you glare at him—face to face this time with no glass separating you. 

“listen here, you asshole—”

you’re cut off by a kiss. haitani ran has the audacity to wrap his stupidly muscled arms around you, pull you flush against his stupidly firm chest, and press his stupidly soft lips to yours. and what’s worse? you let him. you let your eyes close, hands fist his shirt, and mouth mold against his. 

he kisses rough, but still like you’re fragile. he bites and sucks on your bottom lip and drinks the oxygen from your lungs, but he cups the back of your head and rubs the small of your back. he groans against your mouth and lets his tongue explore you with heated passion, but he lets out a soft sigh every time your fingers smooth through his hair. he’s everything you want—painfully so, and you hate it. 

so you kiss him deeper to forget. 

“i’m listenin’, princess,” he chuckles lowly against your mouth, nose bumping against yours as he looks you in the eyes. if you weren’t sure your eyes were just as hazy as his, you’d be proud of yourself for the way his pupils are so unfocused. “but i think you’re a bit distracted,” he grins smugly. 

he’s an asshole—has been since you met him. you don’t think that’s ever going to change at this point. 

“fuck you,” you spit. 

“you wanna?” he grins, “won’t say no,” he says as he pecks along your jaw, pressing hot, searing kisses to your neck before he nips gently at the skin, sucking into it until a small mark starts to form that makes you let out a quiet gasp. “won’t say no to you—ever,” he grunts. 

“where have you been?” you repeat, fisting his shirt tightly as he moves onto the other side of your neck. 

“you enjoy your little date?” he pulls away and looks you in the eye again, and you almost whine at the loss of his lips from your skin. instead, you notice the way he masks his hurt with a teasing grin. “did he help you study while you waited for the food?”

“he was boring,” you admit, cupping his cheek. ran presses closer against your palm, watches you carefully while it’s your turn to press gentle kisses along his jaw, how you take your time kissing the corners of his mouth before you press one soft, lingering kiss over his swollen lips. his breath hitches at that. “i don’t think he even owns a gun,” you smile, “how boring.” 

he grins at that, lets out a soft chuckle before his smile widens and the chuckle turns into a boyish little laugh, coming right from his chest that you feel vibrate against your own. 

“yeah?” he teases, “not as innocent as you seem,” he reaches behind him to close the door shut before he has you pushed onto your mattress, hovering over you with a smirk on his face. he pulls out his gun—you’ve seen it so many times before, but this time there’s no dread. it just makes you fill with excitement, excitement that pools as slick between your legs. “this thing here makes me interesting, huh?” he dangles the gun over your face. 

you nod, gasping when he chuckles and loops a finger under the waistband of your pajamas. 

“hips up, princess,” he hums, pulling the fabric down your legs as soon as you do, grinning at the way you're so wet already, making him chuckle before he presses the barrel of his gun to your head. “bet this excites you, huh?” one hand holds the gun to your temple, the other travels down to your clit, his thumb teasingly rubbing slow circles against it and making you whimper. 

you’re dripping, he can see trails of your slick glistening against the insides of your thigh, and he can feel his cock twitch at the sight alone. slowly, his fingers tease against your entrance, making you whine before your hips buck to get more of him. 

“ran, ran please,” you gasp, staring up at him with a pout on your face and his gun to your head. and you look fucking perfect. 

he groans, slips his fingers into your tight walls, and watches as your face goes slack with pleasure at the intrusion. he curls his fingers into you, letting his palm glide against your clit before angling to find your spot. you gasp before letting out a breathy whine, trying to match his rhythm with your hips before he presses the barrel of his gun harder against your skull as he stops his fingers. you whimper at the loss of movement. 

“no moving,” he growls, “you’ll take what i give, ‘kay princess?” you nod, staring up at him with wide eyes as he bullies his digits into your cunt, try your best not to move and just take it while his gun is right there against the side of your head. you close your eyes, moaning when he slams his fingers against your sweet spot, feeling the slow drag of his palm over your sensitive clit. 

he fingers you slowly, takes his sweet time and watches you writhe under him as you fight your body to keep from moving. you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt this good, the last time something has excited you this much and left you breathless from just the thought alone. you mewl when he slams against your spot over and over, and ran listens like each whine from your mouth is the note to a song you wrote just for him. you serenade and he listens, that smug grin on his face that you want to kiss off. 

“feels…oh god, feels good, ran,” you encourage, making him chuckle quietly as he rolls his thumb over your clit. you’re practically sucking his fingers in on your own, walls tight as they flutter around his digits—he can only imagine how you’d feel around his cock. but he wants to take his time with you, get to know you in and out like he has for weeks now. 

he likes the sound of your voice when you ramble over dinner, and he likes the sound of your voice when you moan on his fingers, and he thinks he’ll like the sound of your voice as you wake him up in the mornings. 

“don’t cum yet, baby,” he warns—because that’s just how ran is. he’s that sweetness you mask drugs with until you wake up with the barrel of the gun pressed to your skull, that soft glimmer in the grass of what you think is something shiny, but turns out to be the scales of a serpent waiting to sink its fangs into your skin. “you’re not cummin’ till i say so,” he hums, “gonna make sure i wipe that date from your memory.”

“p-please, ‘m gonna…’m so close—no,” you shriek, latching onto his wrist with your hands as he stills his fingers. he laughs at the way your lips wobble and your eyes tear up—and he grins all cocky at the way your walls flutter around his fingers while they’re stilled inside you. “please, ran,” you sniffle. 

“please what?” he asks like he doesn’t know. “use your words, princess.”

“please, wanna cum,” you whine, “keep going,” you roll your hips for added emphasis, and he presses his gun a little harder against your head as another warning. 

“anyone ever touch you like this?” he asks, pulling his fingers out and making you sob quietly at the loss of his fingers keeping you full. he teases over your clit, making you pant harshly as your thighs quiver. more, you need more—and he knows it too, gives you just enough that it’s not enough at all. “anyone ever make you feel like this? or get you this wet?”

“no, just you,” you insist, “no one else.”

“good,” he nods approvingly, and then his fingers slip into you once more, fucking into you hard and fast, making you throw your head back as you mewl. he tosses his gun to the side, creeps his hand up your shirt—he’s pleasantly surprised to find you’re not wearing a bra, so he squeezed and pinches at your nipple, rolling it between his fingers and watching as you squeal. 

your hips are bucking against his hand now, the wet sound of his fingers bullying in and out of your pussy filling the room before he rubs harshly at your clit again. and then you cum, hard. your back arches, and you let out a quiet sob of his name that makes his cock ache in his pants as he watches your face break with your orgasm. he leans down and kisses you, lets you whine against his mouth. he drinks in your moans like he’s thirsty, like you’re the first drop of rain after a cruel drought. 

“oh—f-fuck, ran,” you cry, spasming around his fingers before your hips fall back onto the mattress and your chest heaves with labored pants. you peer up at him as you come down from your high, and he looks down at you and meets your gaze. 

he’s quick to pull his shirt over his head, letting you take in his tattoos through hazy eyes, watching slowly as your fingers lifts to trail over the lines and dips as you map his body. he shivers a little when you trace down the middle where the pattern is cut off. 

“my brother has the other half,” he tells you quietly. you stare up at him in awe—it aches a little in his chest. 

“it’s perfect,” you hum, “you have a whole side to dedicate to me now,” you grin cheekily, pulling a warm chuckle out of him before he leans in to kiss you again. and again and again. his lips press onto yours as soon as you pull away. 

“would that make you happy?” he grins, “having your face on my chest?”

“not my face,” you scrunch your face in distaste. he grins, kisses the tip of your nose. “that’s just weird. but you should definitely get my name. big bold letters,” you wink. 

“big bold letters, huh? i’ll keep that in mind,” he muses. you giggle, and he kisses you again, humming against your mouth as you wrap your fingers around his hair and tug gently. 

you let a hand travel between your bodies, slipping past his pants to grab his cock. ran groans against your mouth, eyes fluttering shut as you smear the pre cum weeping from his tip along his length, wrapping your hand around him and stroking him a few times. he moans lowly, helping you slip his pants down his hips to fully expose his cock. 

“fuck, princess,” he pants, rutting his hips into your fist, grunting when you squeeze the tip with each upstroke of your hand. he’s thick, heavy in your hand aching for the friction. you watch his jaw clench as you pump him slowly, watch as his forehead presses against yours and strands of his purple hair fall over his face to curtain his features. he looks pretty, like he’s yours, like he climbs through your balcony and comes home to you and your arms. 

“next time i go on a date,” you mumble. he stiffens before cursing under his breath when you glide your thumb through his slit, “i wanna go with you.” 

he moans softly, pants into your neck as his face falls to the crevice by your shoulder, muffles his sounds against your skin as you drag your palm along his pulsing cock, rolling over his tip before stroking down again. his hips are bucking to chase the friction of your hand, the squelching noise of your hand pumping him and his choked grunts filling the room. 

“princess,” he groans, a hand coming on top of yours and gently forcing you to stop. you furrow your brows, but he pulls you back in for a brief kiss as he collects himself. “didn’t wanna cum yet,” he mumbles against your mouth, pressing a quick peck to the corner of your lips, “that’s for later—when i’m fillin’ you up so you know who you belong to.”

your breath hitches, and he grins when you whine his name, letting his hands squeeze your hips before he pulls your shirt over your arms and slips it off of you. he leans down, tongue rolling over your nipple, hand coming to cup your other tit and roll a thumb over the pebbled nipple so it’s not neglected. you gasp, throwing your head back as you moan, the dull ache between your legs returning as your clit throbs. he kisses between the valley of your breasts before taking the other nipple in his mouth, switching places with his hand and repeating his earlier actions until you’re tugging at his hair with a plea. 

“ran, ran please—please, i need you,” you beg, making him let out a breathy chuckle in amusement. 

“yeah? need me to fuck this pussy, baby? need me to make you cum?”

“please,” you whimper, lips pulling into another pout. ran learns two things—you like being spoiled, and he likes spoiling you rotten. because with just a simple pout and a bat of your lashes, he’s groaning before he strokes his cock a few times, lining up with your entrance.

your hips are greedy, raising up to get more of him, but he grunts and pushes you back with a warning glance, making you pout again. you both gasp with a shudder when he teases his fat tip along the slick folds of your cunt, dragging it along slowly before pushing into inch by inch. you mewl, arms flying to wrap around his neck and cling to him while he lets out a deep groan, panting at the way your walls constrict around him and all but suck him in. 

“fuck, baby. so fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, “feel so good, pretty girl.” 

“think i’m pretty?” you still have it in you to throw him a teasing remark even as he’s bottomed out, which only makes him want you more, only makes him want to come home to you every night instead of once a week—sometimes less than that.

“think you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says instantly, “next man who tries asking you out’ll get shot in the head. swear it.”

“don’t worry,” you kiss the side of his head. he melts at the gesture, head tucking into your neck again. “only you.”

with that, he snaps his hips, pulling a soft moan from you and a choked groan from him before you’re both rolling your hips against each other. your hips snap against his, the sound of his cock slipping in and out of your wet heat and your skin slapping ringing through your ears as ran ran pants into your skin. the sound of his breathy moans makes your walls flutter around him, clit throbbing until his thumb catches it to rub slow circles. 

“g-god—ran, like that,” you squeal, making him grin against your neck, thrusting his hips sharply and kissing the head of his cock with your sweet spot. it makes you dig your nails into his shoulder blades, makes him hiss with pleasure at the slight mix of pain. 

“like that? that feels good, princess? my cock makes you feel that good? you’re fuckin’ dripping, you know,” he smirks, and if you weren’t so lost of the drag of his thick veins along your walls, you’d have been embarrassed by his words. 

“yes, yes,” you mewl, “make me feel good—so good!”

“yeah, i bet i do,” he chuckles, “pussy’s squeezin’ me in,” he teases, “i don’t even have to do anything.” he angles his hips to slam into your spot again, making your legs wrap tightly around his waist as your thighs quiver. his thumb rubs harshly against your clit and you feel tears slip past your cheeks as you tug at the roots of his hair. “fuck—you feel so good, princess. so t-tight, not gonna last long,” he pants. 

“c-close,” you cry. ran fucks you like he hasn’t committed crimes and doesn't have sins that taint his name. he fucks you like you’re an angel—like he deserves an angel, like he’s got one foot over the gates of heaven and there’s nothing to tug him back to hell. he pulls your body close and cradles it to his chest like the weight of you in his arms outweighs the weight of his crimes, like the sins of every person he’s hurt are undone with the slam of his hips into your heat. 

he fucks you like he’s loved you in this life and the last—like you’re gifted to him in this life and he promises to find you in the next. 

most of all, ran fucks you like he owes you for the healed scar on his arm, like he owes you for the warm home-cooked meals and the sweet laughs behind the rim of a cheap glass. like he owes you for the silly texts at three am and empty threats of not landing himself in jail in disguise for your worried concerns. like he owes you for the constant ache in his chest that’s replaced the vacant spot—because he loves the ache, and he loves you. 

so he groans into your skin, peels his face from the crook of your neck, and presses his lips to yours and he kisses you like he loves you. because he does. he loves you like he loves climbing through your balcony and invading your dinner plans. he loves you. 

“me too, baby,” he pants, voice lilting to a soft whine as you squeeze around his cock, pleasure burning through his spine in a slow build-up until it’s everywhere at once. “god, i love you, baby,” he rasps, the words spilling before he can even realize he’s said them. 

it’s not until you repeat them back that he realizes what he’s said. “love you too, love you too, ran. so much,” you sob. and with a few more harsh rubs of his thumb over your clit, you come undone with a loud sob, hips rising from the mattress and head tossing back against the plush of the pillow beneath you. “fuck—ran, oh god.”

“sh-shit, ‘m close,” he breathes, “g-gonna make me cum, princess.”

the fluttering of your walls as you ride out your high makes him reach his, letting out a choked grunt of your name against your mouth before he lets out a wanton moan. he cums hard, filling you up with thick ropes of his release, and you feel his cock twitch in you through each one. you whimper against him as he fucks you through his orgasm, letting him fill you up and paint your walls white before he pulls out with a shaky breath and collapses over your body. 

he blankets you with his weight, and you pull him closer like you’re tucking yourself in. it’s silent for a bit, comforting and sweet as you both linger in the bliss. 

“i’m still mad at you for avoiding me,” you whisper against his bare skin. he scoffs, wrapping his arms tighter around your figure. 

“and i’m still mad you went on a date with another man,” he grumbles. 

“so then stop being mad and take me on one yourself,” you say back with a huff.

“if you go on a date with me, it means you gotta let me start walkin’ you home after work,” he warns. you smile to yourself, elated. 

“deal.”

“and you gotta let me threaten that shitty boss of yours.”

“can’t. i got a new one,” you hum, stroking through his sweaty locks and scratching at his scalp, “this one’s nice. you’d know if you didn’t stop coming to visit.”

“i don’t wanna come to just visit,” he grunts. “you gonna give me keys to your door?”

“you’ll come every night?” you raise a brow, and he nods against your chest, pressing a soft kiss to the skin near his lips. you smile into ran’s hair, his weight in your arms and his heart in your hand. “okay, deal.”

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A 1989-er, S-E Asian, who enjoys creative writing as a side-hobby.

My main blog is @q-the-rockaholic, this is a side-blog of my own fanfics and where I reblog others' works.

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I write mainly for both "Jujutsu Kaisen" and "Tokyo Revengers", though also slightly tempted to also start writing for Yoshizawa Ryo~ >_<

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Gojo Satoru

ONE-SHOTS

Late (NC-17) (Gojo x F! Reader)

Locker Room (NC-17) (Gojo x F! Reader)

Home Sweet Home (NC-17) (Gojo x F! Reader)

Territorial (Fluff) (Gojo x F! Reader)

All-Nighter (NC-17) (Gojo x F! Reader)

Nanami Kento

ONE-SHOTS

Overprotective (Fluff) (Nanami x F! Reader)

Love to Tease (Fluff) (Nanami x F! Reader)

Family Man (Fluff) (Nanami x F! Reader)

TOKYO REVENGERS

Ryuguji Ken 'Draken'

ONE-SHOTS

White Lace & Collar (NC-17) (Draken x F! Reader)

Currently working on other stories! :) Will update when done! :)

Thank you very much for all the likes and reblogs! Really appreciate it all! :) <3 <3 <3

[simpforgojosatoru]

“𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭”

# bonten daddies hearing their baby’s heartbeat for the first time

-> mild angst, allusions to death in sanzu’s part, mention of guns in mikey’s part, fluff, pregnancy, typical bonten shenanigans

# h. ran, s. mikey, h. kakucho, h. rindou, s. haruchiyo, k. hajime

# big kisses for the anon who read “heartbreak” as “heartbeat” for another set of bonten daddy hcs i did previously and thus inspired this 🥹 i hope you’re thriving wherever you are, bby

# RAN

where the hell is he?

you check your watch and your empty phone but your husband still hasn’t replied to your innocent text of will i be seeing you later? you had half a mind to start the first ultrasound without him but you knew that if that were the case, ran haitani would never forgive you.

this was worst than the time you watched love island without him. worst than the time you went on a netflix binge of the kardashians sans your husband who wanted to know if khloe was still falling for tristan’s lies (spoiler alert: she was).

but ran was still a no-show. and the doctor was getting impatient. “mrs. haitani, i’m afraid i have to start the session already.”

“just 5 more minutes,” you plead, giving the middle-aged woman with a severe parting your biggest doe eyes. “my husband would go on a rampage if he didn’t get to witness this.” which was the truth. roppongi would be in ashes by the end of the day if ran did not get his way. the doctor sighed and began rubbing the cold gel onto your belly, ignoring your betrayed pout. “i’m sorry ma’am but i have another appointment in fifteen minutes, i can’t spare—“

before she could utter the words that would break your already tender hopes, a loud, “get out of my way!” pierced through the air. the door slammed open to reveal ran haitani—bonten executive and one half of the most feared duo in roppongi—sweating, holding his side and clutching a handful of limp roses.

“i made it!”

gasping in large amounts of air, he saunters over to give you a quick kiss on your forehead and sheepishly pass you the damp bouquet. a quick apology, some reassurances that he would get you cookies after this and one long, aching minute later— the whole room was filled with your daughter’s heartbeat.

it was wondrous; those throbbing, minute pulses that made you cover your mouth and start to tear up. “ran, she’s here. she’s really here, she’s—“

you turn to find your husband staring at the screen, hand clutching his mop of purple-black locks that were messy from his impromptu marathon sprint to the hospital. but that wasn’t what made you pause.

ran haitani, the man who could slam bricks on unsuspecting victims’ heads, torture a poor soul for days and came back home more often than not with blood staining his suit… was openly and comically sobbing into his large palm.

“we did that,” he manages to choke out, watery lilac gaze on you. “you did that. i’m so proud of you.” a lingering grin at the grainy screen and warm fingers lacing with yours. “mama and i can’t wait to see you. our s-sweet girl. our little princess.”

# MIKEY

listless onyx eyes were alight in worry. watching the doctor with a hawk-like intensity as he spread the cold gel over your soft belly. the obgyn’s hands shook, but what else could one expect when a room full of men in black suits were watching his every move?

“mikey,” you murmur, catching his attention. “can you… can we have this moment together?” glancing at the faces of these poor men who had to be dragged into such a an intimate family affair—less the indomitable bonten leader thought that a surprise attack would commence in the local gynecology room—would’ve been funny if the sight of their barely concealed guns didn’t make you nervous.

sensing your hesitation, mikey gave one curt nod. immediately, the men left one by one so that you both would be alone with the now relieved doctor. the screen lit up, and he gave mikey a bright smile. “congratulations sano-san. it’s a baby girl.”

“is she healthy?” to anyone else, mikey sounds callous and rude. but the intense concern was simmering underneath. in answer, the doctor flips a switch and the swooping sound of a strong heartbeat bounces across the room. whole and complete.

you don’t miss the wobble in his lower lip. the shiny bottomless eyes. mikey quietly lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your palm. “she’s perfect.”

# KAKUCHO

“got your wet wipes?”

“yep.”

“your nausea medication?”

“mhm hmm.”

“hot pack?”

you pause. “kaku… we’re just going for an ultrasound. i’m not giving birth for like, another six more months, love.”

your husband looks reticent, an expression that doesn’t leave until you both are in the room waiting for the obgyn to begin your session. a whole hour filled with kakucho firing question after question to the poor, unsuspecting doctor who was under immense scrutiny to be gentle with you less this 5’11 executive would bare down on him with a look of pure wrath in his mismatched eyes.

as delicate as the whole process was, it was no match for the sound of your baby girl’s heartbeat filling the sterile white walls. reminding her papa on how precious life was even when he was surrounded by death on the daily.

you don’t have to look up to know kakucho was wiping his eyes discreetly with the corner of his sleeve. don’t have to ask twice when he fires more rapid queries on how his little girl is doing and if you were well.

and you definitely didn’t have to second guess his devotion when your husband buys your favorite snacks and spends the whole night caressing your belly and being clingier than you expected; eager to meet his little girl and finally create the family he never had together with you, the love of his entire existence.

# RINDOU

“i don’t think i’ll cry.”

what famous last words your emotionally incapacitated but genuinely sweet husband had said. and here he was, sitting next to you, earnestly charting every movement that the doctor was making with sleepy lilac eyes.

you took rindou’s hand and he let you, not gruffly shy as he usually was whenever you initiated physical contact. the screen lit up and the obgyn smiled. “it’s a lovely baby boy, haitani-san.”

rindou’s fingers tighten around yours. a first in your marriage. quiet sniffles as the executive whose specialty was breaking bones marveled at the tiny lump that made up his son on the grainy screen. how real it all felt. how real this was.

“i’m gonna be a papa,” he whispers, testing out the words. you ignore the doctor in the room when you lean forward and plant your lips on his cheeks. making his face warm.

“the best papa in this whole damn universe.”

you could tell rindou doesn’t believe it, just like how he doesn’t believe that he would cry when he hears his son’s heartbeat. just like all those years ago, he didn’t believe that a marriage and family could be a life for someone as notorious as him.

but that’s why he has you—to show him that the impossible is completely possible.

# SANZU

“i can’t detect a heartbeat.”

the doctor’s words leave your head ringing. you’re unsure if the screen is blurry or if it’s because of the tears accumulating in your lash line. the spot beside you where your husband was suppose to be was achingly empty. sanzu was late, you numbly came to the realization. but he didn’t even have to show up—there was nothing to show up for.

the grainy screen yawns with a lack of movement. not even the door opening and a natal nurse coming in with some supplements could spark your hopes.

in the periphery, the obgyn’s tight smile dominates your vision. “give us a few more seconds, mrs. sanzu. it should show up.” you don’t believe him. nor did you have any hope. after all, this was your miracle baby. is, you remind yourself. this baby is our miracle. the door opens and a mop of pink hair rushes to your side. “baby, i’m so sorry, i was caught up—“ sanzu stops mid-rant when he finds your eyes shiny with tears.

“what’s wrong?”

“the baby’s heartbeat is not there.” on the outside, you may seem emotionless, but the tears chasing down your cheeks that broke from those painful words said otherwise. sanzu clambers to take your hand.

“run it again,” in a voice cold as steel. those blue eyes were colder; fix on the obgyn who was starting to break out in sweat.

“give me a few more seconds—“

“now.” bonten’s number 2 does not mince his words. the doctor scrambles with the equipment, every second causing you to lose hope before it happens. the pulsing, swooping almost alien-like sound that fills the room. your daughter’s heartbeat bouncing off the walls. you break down into grateful tears, and sanzu is there to catch you, holding you close to his chest. as if the doctor wasn’t here, he leaves kisses on your forehead, murmuring his apologies and soothing your fears.

“she’s a fighter, just like you, baby,” he grins and you sniffle.

“no, she’s like you,” sending him a mock glare through your tears, you don’t miss your husband’s cheeky smile. sanzu could’ve given you a smart retort but he doesn’t. reticent and apologetic, he kisses your forehead again when you continue, “never on time and always leaving me sick with worry.”

# KOKONOI

“hajime, you’re going to wear a hole through the carpet.” your handsome husband stops mid-stride and frowns, setting his foot down.

“how can you be so relaxed?” he utters churlishly. “this is huge.”

“baby, come here.” stealing a few moments while the doctor gets ready to conduct your appointment, you take his hand and place it on the rise of your belly. hajime tries hard to feel a movement, to connect with the little life you’re cultivating inside. but it’s quiet and his worries spike once more.

thankfully, he has nothing to be afraid of. his daughter’s heartbeat ricochets like the strongest gunfire through his mind, bringing it peace and a fresh wave of panic.

what if he couldn’t protect her? what if he wasn’t a good father? what if she was taken away from him in a horrible accident?

all those thoughts swirl heavily through his mind. dissipating when you hold his hand. of course.

hajime isn’t alone. he has someone else on his team and thankfully for him, it’s someone as loving, strong and brave as you.

those old fears could never touch him anymore.

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[simpforgojosatoru]

𝐆𝚬𝚻𝚻𝚰𝚴𝐆 𝐖𝚨𝐋𝐊𝚬𝐃 𝚰𝚴 𝚶𝚴

ft. ran, kazutora, shinichiro, chifuyu, draken (ft. mikey)

syn: somebody walks in on y'all having sex

cw: 18+ mdni, f!reader, handjob, blowjob, penetrative sex, edging (?), mentions of f!oral, voyeurism, male masturbation,

a/n: this may not be my magnum opus but i seriously spent so long on this pls give me praise

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❁ ran

with the way you walked into his office in that skimpy dress, how was he supposed to keep his hands off you? he wasted no time in pulling you to him, his chest pressed to your back and hands roaming down the length of your body. the lunch you brought him lay forgotten on the far side of his desk. he leaned down to place kisses on your neck, hiking up your skirt. you can feel his smirk against your neck when his fingers meet your bare pussy. no panties. he whispered in your ear about what a whore you are, his fingers already drenched in your arousal.

"keep quiet for me, doll," he said with a playful nip to your ear. in what felt like the span of half a breath, he had you bent over his desk, cock buried in your sweet cunt. his hands moved up your body to pull the top of your dress down. with your tits now exposed, he squeezed them in his hands. his fingers went to tug at your nipples before one hand gripped you hip, guiding you in tandem with his rough thrusts, and the other hand wrapping around your throat.

you were so close, nearing the summit of your pleasure. but it all slipped through your fingers when ran's office door opened, his younger brother walking in. rindou ran a hand over his face with a deep sigh. "could you not do this at work?"

ran didn't stop his harsh thrusts, merely leveling a bored gaze at his brother. it was hard to focus on your own pleasure with the embarrassment of being caught clouding your mind. "did you need something?"

rindou stepped forward, eyes trained on your bouncing tits. he set a stack of files on ran's desk, "take a look at these when you get the chance." with that, he made his way back to the door, sparing a single last look your way before the door shut behind him.

ran leaned forward, lips next to your ear, hand still on your neck. "your face may have embarrassment written all over it, but don't think i didn't notice the way you clenched around me. do you like being watched as i fuck you?" the hand he had on your hip trailed down to rub at your clit, bringing you ever closer to your orgasm. but he'd never let you get it so easily, of course not.

❁ kazutora

it completely slipped his mind that in less than half an hour, chifuyu would be coming over to help with something. he'd left the door unlocked, telling chifuyu to let himself in when he arrived. kazutora couldn't think about that--or anything at all--when you sent him those suggestive photos from the other room. his pants grew tight as he stared at the screen of him phone, not even realizing that you were now sitting beside him, a hand on his thigh. you placed kisses along his chin, trailing your hand higher up his leg until you were palming his hard cock through his pants. he groaned, pressing his back into the back cushion of the couch.

the only thing on his mind was the hope you'd help him get off. he had to bite his lip to hold in his moan as you freed him from the constraints of his pants. you spat in your hand before wrapping it around his cock. with teasing slowness, you began to stroke him, occasionally running a finger over his sensitive head. he can barely contain himself, whiny moan dripping from his lips, head lolled back against the couch as you refuse to get him close to his orgasm.

a grin broke across your face, relishing in the way he began to beg you for his release. and before either of you could register what was happening, chifuyu was already through the apartment door and in the living room. he only sighed and averted his eyes as kazutora tore your hand off his cock, struggling to put himself back in his pants. "just text me when you're done," chifuyu said, backing away, but despite how calm he tried portray himself, he couldn't hide the heat rising to his face.

it was safe to say, kazutora was mortified. how much had chifuyu witnessed? though he had managed to get himself back into his pants, there was still a noticeable bulge. his face was flamed with heat and he couldn't bear to even look in your direction. you slid your hand over his cheek, forcing him to look at you. "do you want to pretend like this didn't happen? or do you want me to help you?" you gestured to his lap. he nodded, a bit too desperately. for the second time, you freed his cock from his pants. you honestly didn't know how long it was until chifuyu was given the all-clear to enter again. but at least both you and kazutora were satisfied.

❁ shinichiro

it was one of those rare times you had with the promise of no interruptions, able to take your time with each other. a simple of day of hanging out in his home garage turned into something heated with all your teasing touches. he sat on the small couch and pulled you on his lap. his lips found yours with ease while his hands slipped under your shirt to play with your tits. your hands tugged at his belt. he got the hint and helped you to make quick work of your clothes, discarding them haphazardly around the couch.

he took a moment to drink in your body on top of him. never would he get tired of seeing you like this. with his hands on your hips he helped you line up with his cock, groaning as you sunk down. neither of you were in a rush, taking each movement with a foreign slowness. his rested on the small of your back, eyes watching the way your pussy sucked him in with each of your movements. little moans slipping from the both of you. you never realized how easy it was to get lost in each other, the outside world fading away, even if only for a brief moment.

yet that tiny bubble burst in an instant. the sound of the door opening drew your attention away from the pleasure building inside you. takeomi walked in, beginning to say something and then abruptly cutting off. shinichiro pulled you tight to his chest, grabbing his discarded shirt and using it to cover as much of your lower half as he could. you buried your head in his shoulder, unwilling to even acknowledge his friend. "i thought you were still a virgin," takeomi said bluntly.

shinichiro's tone as he said, "get out," was enough to tell you he wasn't amused by this situation at all. when the door clicked shut, he sighed, resting his forehead against your shoulder. his fingers traced little patterns on your back. "and to think we wouldn't get interrupted today."

you lifted your head. "that doesn't mean we don't still have plenty of time today." his smile was soft when he looked at you. with that, you resumed. spending the better part of the day in each other's arms.

❁ chifuyu

it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to surprise him at work, you did so frequently, but what was out of the ordinary was you crawling under his desk. chifuyu's office was small and cramped, tucked in the back of the shop, and far enough away from the busiest parts of the shop that customers wouldn't hear what you were planning. only if he kept quiet, though.

your hands ran up his thighs, trailing higher until you were undoing his belt and zipper. face wearing the evidence of his flustered state he stuttered out a, "here?" granted, you two had never done anything in public before. it wasn't that either of you didn't necessarily want to, but rather that the opportunity never arose. you merely nodded, sultry eyes peering up at him and tugging his pants down just enough to free his half-hard cock. you gave him a few pumps with your hand before wrapping your lips around his tip. he groaned at the warmth of your mouth enveloping him.

his hands gripped the chair's armrests, watching as you licked the underside of his cock before taking him all the way in again. he moaned every time he felt his tip hit the back of your throat. he was about to cum, he could feel it right there on the edge. at that moment, of all times, the door opened, kazutora rattling off something about the merchandise that just came in. chifuyu froze. his face was flushed red, mirroring kazutora's, who backed out quickly and slammed the door shut behind him.

chifuyu buried his face in his hands. "oh god," he muttered. still painfully hard, he looked down at you, words stuck on the tip of his tongue. the look you gave him was understanding.

"all have to do is ask." and that the strained, "please," you picked up where you left off. gagging around his cock until he was cumming down your throat with a string of moans falling from his lips. he was determined to pay you back, laying you out as comfortably as possible on the cluttered desk. he had to hope that the door wouldn't open again until he was through with you.

❁ draken ft. mikey

between the sound of draken’s balls slapping against you and the continuous moans falling from your lips, there’s no way either of you would have noticed the door of draken’s room opening. far too caught up in the pleasure encasing you. with your legs thrown over his shoulders as his cock is stretching your cunt to its limits. clinging onto his forearms as you tell him it's too much and responds with the sweet encouragement in the world. sweet words--such an opposition to the force he was fucking you with.

mikey opened the door, ready to annoy draken with today's new nonsense, but froze when he beheld the display in front him. neither one of you noticed his presence, which he was lucky for. quietly, he backed out of the room, leaving the door ajar a good amount so he could watch from a distance. he felt his pants growing tighter with each second that past, watching your cunt struggle to draken's cock with each thrust. his hand found its way to his crotch, palming himself. mikey imagined it was him above you--inside you. he wanted to be the one making you cry and beg like that. he thought about how your face would look as he fucked you, wishing he could see it now. draken's dark hair fell like a curtain over your face, shielding the clear picture of your expressions from his prying eyes.

maybe this was wrong, but he really couldn't care. not as he was cumming at the mere thoughts that ran through his mind, at the sight of you splayed out like that. your eyes peered over draken's shoulder, meeting with mikey's, whose face heated with the shame of being caught. he acted dumb as draken turned when you said his name and pointed at the door. "sorry," mikey lied, "i didn't realize you were tied up."

draken had pulled the blanket to cover your body as much as possible. draken pointed a stern finger at the door. "out. now." mikey nodded, taking quick steps away. if draken ever found out about this, he'd tried to kill him. mikey would neither forget this nor forgive himself for betraying his best friend like this.

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“ 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 “ — 𝐇. 𝐑𝐚𝐧

a/n. sigh the last time I made a proper post like this was on hllwflow.. I feel as if I have no energy these days to look for images to match the story and whatever but I’m attempting to do so here today LOL I hope you guys enjoy this! the title has little to nothing to do with the theme here lol I just got inspo from a lyric in the song :D @21-06-1996 another tag for Another post 🙈

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c/w. dark content !!! soft?dom ran x virgin reader, kinda large age-gap, cnc / dub-con, unprotected sex, virginity loss, a lot of pet names like ‘doll’, ‘pretty’ or ‘little girl’, extremely perverted ran lol, slight mention of religion, size kink, ran kinda manipulates you, gagging, naive reader, baby trapping kinda, affair mentioned + cheating, dark content duh lol, kinda rushed towards the end .. not sure if I’ll continue this lawyer ran thing, i also wrote in ran grabbing a condom but not using it on accident ignore that, BRIEFLY !!! proofread

a businessman is supposed to be profesional. profesional and well kept, nothing more, nothing less. yet the one in front of you was far different from the usual description as he practically cornered you in his office. purple eyes lingering over your body— the skirt you wore along with the long button up tucked in made you feel disgusting under the man’s gaze. he was big, a lot bigger than you. it made you feel useless, and small as he slowly traced the skin on your cheeks, your blush wiping off onto his finger tips.

“ ‘s pretty.. you got your mothers looks don’t you? “ ran grinned. letting the steel of his wedding ring drag across your skin, causing you to shiver, you felt as if you’d swell up and die if more words fell from his lips or his hands moved any further— “ nd you’re way prettier than my wife.” he huffed “ever been with an older guy?” you swallowed. “you look like the type.”

your silence was threatening as you avoided eye contact, shaking your head, slowly falling into the chair you stood in front of, now giving ran the opportunity to perfectly tower you and get you what he wants you to do. idiot. “n..no.. ‘m a virgin..” those four words made ran’s eyes light up, with stars even, as he let out a small laugh, rolling his tongue against the inside of his mouth, nodding. “oh? so you’ve never.. say, had a cock in your mouth?,” he leaned down and placed his large hand on top your thighs that came closer and closer together. “never.. felt so good that you feel like you can float.. or had anything inside that.. hole.”

the tingling feeling in between your legs only grew more and more until your hand landed on his, attempting to shift it off until a visible frown appeared on his face in the corner of your eye as his eyes darted down to the cross necklace tucked underneath your shirt, the outline being obvious, “rather religious family you got huh?” what a sudden question. it stirred your stomach as he looked to the door behind both of you, the door leading to the long empty hallway, only accompanied by chairs and your parents sitting, assuming you were helping the man fill out some sort of papers for them.

you slowly nodded, feeling fear bubble inside your gut for the few seconds his eyes were locked on the door that could fling open any minute, “.. they wouldn’t like to find you.. and their lawyer.. this close right?” again, his hand slithered on your thigh, this time it began to creep up your skirt and pull on your leggings that covered up your crotch and panties. his fingers tangled in the mesh fabric, tearing at it now with one hand, looking back at you and flashing a brief smile, “ran— no this is.. this is wrong.. please don’t say anything-“ you were desperate. desperate for your parents to never know how wet you were getting. how hard your nipples were everytime that damn wedding ring of his landed on your warm skin, they could never know. his wife could never know.

“you’re legal aren’t you?” he cut you off, again, you nodded as his fingers traced the lace that lined up around your panties, “you’re fine. this isn’t against the law. i know you want it,” his voice turned to a whisper once he leaned forward and spoke in your ear, eyes still open as he looked around the room, speaking into your ear still, “want me to take your virginity? those boys your age don’t know anything about how to satisfy.. a woman.” ran was in his thirties, you knew he had experience, you knew he knew what to do with you and how to make a girl like you feel good. you wanted it. oh you wanted it so fucking bad. but you knew technically. it was wrong, but you know anybody in your spot would’ve already taken the opportunity.

sweat formed on your palms and all over your body once ran placed his lips onto your ears, leaving gentle and slow pecks on the skin. his fingers slid under your panties, rubbing in the moisture that pooled onto the cotton on top of your twitching clit, creating a wet spot. ran’s cock was as hard as a rock, god, he loved naive girls like you that fell into his traps within minutes of manipulation. same type as his brother. it was easy. you were easy. women were easy. “virgins like you.. always get worked up so easily, y’know that, y/n?” the way your name rolled off his lips had your breath shaking and eyes fluttering shut finally, “ran.. stop pl.. please.. my parents are waiting..” your pleads of ‘no’ secretly meant more as you felt your legs spreading even more— you’d been waiting to finally get fucked, and considering your religious parents being so strict on you and hoping to raise you to take care or the church they owned as an adult, you had to stay pure until then. but fuck it. who could stay pure forever?

“I’ll tell them we ran into a technical issue yea? ‘s not like you really want me to stop, pretty. ‘ya hear how wet you are?” his breath brushed onto your skin and with his full hand under your panties, your skirt rose up and back arched once his middle finger brushed against your clit, gaining a gasp and quiet moan from your lips. satisfaction was all ran felt as soon as whimpers and moans left your lips, finally, and not pleads of ‘no’. he swore he could do this all day as his middle finger began rubbing roughly onto your clit, and you now swore this was the best it gets, sex of course. but this was just the beginning and ran knew it, but he also knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the rest.

“ahh… ngh! th..that’s it..!— hah!” he began sucking on your neck, occasionally biting as one finger slid inside you, your eyes flew open in response as you attempted to push him away as soon as his finger started moving in and out of you— just one and you were already to be done. “feels reallll tight.. you really are a virgin huh?” he was toying with you, curling his finger inside your now aching cunt that was pleading for more and more. but the pain of his large hands had you scratching at his wrists like a cat every-time his thick finger moved quicker, and as soon as his second finger was added you felt the sudden urge to piss, little did you know, you were already ready to cum just from his fingers. :(

“no more! bathroom! I need to.. need to go—!” embarrassment flooded all over your face as your hands slapped on his shoulders. his fingers didn’t stop, if anything the speed increased— increased so much to the point where you felt your eyes roll back inside your head and your legs twitched intensely— one last gasp left your lips as you covered them and arched your back, letting this ‘piss’ like liquid out which was really just cum. “came already? sensitive ‘nd so cute. but we.. we aren’t done.” the pain from being stretched out from his fingers had small tears forming in your eyes and pants leaving your lips once his fingers left your cunt and entered his mouth,

he was distracted, licking the liquid off his fingers and searching in the drawer of his desk once he lifted from his kneeling position and searched for a condom. you attempted to take this opportunity to flee and leave with your parents but you felt his eyes shift quickly towards you as soon as your chair creaked and legs moved a centimetre. “I really wanna know why.. you wanna leave so soon.” both his eyebrows raised. “don’t you wanna become a woman?” his question flew in your head— which felt completely empty. every word that flew from his mouth had you overthinking everything. every word felt like manipulation even when it wasn’t. it felt wrong, that’s what it was.

you didn’t even nod. didn’t even swallow, you just sat there, slowly leaning back into the chair you were now stuck in as ran slipped the rubber condom into the back pocket of his pants, starting to toy with his expensive belt, quickly removing it in front of your face then tossing it over onto the chair next to you, where your purse and paperwork sat, “never had a cock in your mouth huh? I’ll teach you how to satisfy a man then.” you toyed with the bottom of your skirt, feeling the warmth and moist liquid drip into the cotton seat you sat in, this was so wrong. but you couldn’t deny it had you dripping and wanting more.

for a few moments, you looked back up. you couldn’t even adjust your eyes on his cock that was already in his hand and sticking out his jeans, fuck. it was big. you’d seen cocks in porn, or your friends have showed you their boyfriends but never had you seen one this big and.. pretty. it was long, and pretty thick. his tip was a soft pink-red color, and the rest down to his balls was a little darker, nonetheless, you loved how it looked. you felt like a dog as your mouth watered and thighs pressed together at just the sight. but, how were you gonna take it?

“what.. what do I do?” finally, you spoke up. lifting one hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers at the base and locking eyes with the man that stood in front of you. he chuckled, taking your face in his hand gently and caressing your cheek again, “..dumb little girl, go ahead and lick the tip for me yea? fit as much as you can.. till I take over. no teeth.” he shook his index finger back and fourth in your face and again, you felt like a dog as you nodded, stupidly. it’s almost like your mouth flew open once his cock was a few inches from your lips— this was wrong. it was so fucking wrong. you want it. you have no choice.

once you were finally close enough, your tongue slowly lapped onto his pink slit and he hissed, feeling the moister continue to rub against his head. you scooted a little closer, attempting to lick it more and more, trying to fit his tip in your mouth- yet you failed as he moaned and chuckled hearing your gags from just his tip. it was embarrassing. embarrassing feeling like all you could do is lick his tip when there was a good.. seven more inches waiting for you to explore. and of course. ran grew impatient. “keep licking it pretty. keep your mouth open.. real wide. remember to breath.”

keep your mouth open?.. okay.. oh no

confusion was painting all over your face until finally, you connected the dots and fear was all ran could see in your eyes, licking his tip suddenly felt like the best thing in the world as he stuffed his tip back into your mouth again and quiet gags could be heard, “good girl.. good fuckin’ girl. don’t look so scared.. fuck.. you’ll be fine.” as much as you didn’t wanna believe him, you felt like you had to once he pushed his cock further into your mouth with one hand behind your head, gripping onto your hair, messing up the neat style you had it up in before you got here.

your tears drowned your eyes as they fell like a waterfall the further his cock went inside your throat. and once he started going in and out you swore you were gonna pass out as your eyes rolled back and violent gags played in ran’s ears, his head was thrown back and mumbled praises could be heard as they left his lips in satisfaction. his usual slicked back fancy hair fell loose, strands covering over his eyes and some in the middle of his forehead as he continued to fuck your mouth like a fleshlight. you would’ve never expected your first cock sucking experience to be so violent as he continued using you- you felt disgusting. disgusting because of how well he was using you and how well he was feeling. meanwhile you felt like your jaw would snap any moment now with how fast his pace was and how fucking big his cock was.

“gonna cum down your throat baby.. better not spit it out… kay?” you couldn’t even reply as his pelvis pressed against your nose and drool dripped from your chin to your skirt while your hands slapped at his thighs for him to stop, but it was like you were slapping at a brick wall. ran was way too lost in his own pleasure to even notice how loud your pathetic and disgusting gags were. “every man.. loves when a woman swallows.”

the feeling of his cock hitting your throat felt like hell, you felt as if it burned and stretched out your lips and throat but again, ran was only focused on his own pleasure as both his hands now rested on your head. your hair flung around as he moved you up and down, quicker, and rougher until— “fuck—! oh my.. god.. fuck-“ finally, thick layers and gushes of cum spilled down your throat as ran slowly pulled his cock from your mouth, finally. the strings of saliva mixed with cum felt fucking disgusting on your tongue and face. your throat on the other hand felt raw and wide and full of his cum. the urge to cough and spit out every drip of the warm saliva and cum felt strong but so out the window as ran’s hand quickly held your jaw together and the other covered your lips while you gagged and coughed, attempting to catch your breath.

“swallow.. like a good girl. swallow baby.. nd the boys at that fuckin college are gonna love you.” ran was panting, still getting over his orgasm and the tightness of your throat as you sobbed and tried your hardest to swallow every bit of the disgusting cocktail of liquids, all you needed was your holes to be fucked like this and you felt as if you’d die of disgust.

“th-there! all.. all swallowed!” you opened your mouth, looking up at the man in front of you to show him your achievement of swallowing every ounce of the disgusting mixture— he was proud. proud that you’d do what he told you under such.. circumstances. “that’s a good girl.” His cock stood in front of your face as he gently pat your head, looking over at your skirt that was still lifted slightly, “wanna be an even better girl and bend over my desk for me?”

you were absolutely terrified. terrified of something that big coming anywhere near your untouched hole. the thought of it entering you and being thrusted inside you had even more tears forming inside your pretty, innocent eyes. “it’s.. it’s gonna hurt— no..not yet.” ran frowned again. grabbing ahold of your arm and gently lifting you up by your arm as you stood up in front of him and shivered, “it’ll be fine.. it hurts.. for everyone at first.” while he spoke, he dragged your arm and lifted you onto his his leveled, large desk. “it hurts less for some.. nd hurts more for some.. but I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

he tucked your spare stands of hair behind your ear, again, tracing over your damp cheeks before leaning towards your lips and positioning himself in between your legs, letting them spread as your cunt pressed against his pelvis and you let yourself lean forward, closer to the kiss. this had been the first time you kissed anybody in a while but fuck. ran made it feel like the first time as butterflies formed in your stomach and that tingling feeling spread all over your whole body. the slow, and intimate kiss was way too powerful over your mind for you to even notice ran’s fingers hooking under your skirt, around the band of your panties as he began to pull them off and down your thighs, almost perfectly lining up his cock with your hole without you even noticing as you fell deeper and deeper into the kiss.

your arms wrapped around his neck while letting his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. every crevice was left untouched and your tongue was constantly being sucked on— you felt as if you’d cum again just from the way his lips felt on yours. the moment was perfect, until. ran made sure your legs were spread perfect enough for him to line up his already hardened cock with your small enternece, without warning, you felt the piercing and unbearable pain spread all over your lower half. “ran—! n-no! hurts! hurts so bad no wa—it!”

your protests and cries were loud as ran shoved himself in you, quickly, along with shoving his spare tie that sat in his desk inside your moth, muffling your speech and deadly cries. “stop! hurts so bad! please! slow.. do—wn! ran!” your grip around his neck as you buried your head in his shoulder was deadly, the tie still sitting in your mouth, on the verge of slipping out from your screaming. he hissed in between his teeth, the tightness was driving him crazy as your moist hole sucked him in like it was a vacuum. “the.. faster the better.. trust me.. fuck.” at this point you were sobbing and moaning into his tie. makeup running and foundation rubbing off onto his white button up collar. the deeper he went inside you the more the piercing pain felt like it was splitting you in two, like a blade on paper.

his cock was only getting deeper, and deeper inside you. practically fucking you dumb as all your whines and moans were being let out and screamed into ran’s ears. you were sensitive. so fucking sensitive as that feeling of needing to use the restroom came back and filled your whole body— your mouth flew open, one final scream escaping your lips till you began releasing even more cum and liquids onto his cock, feeling your legs wobble again yet tighten around his waist— meanwhile ran felt like he was going crazy as he gripped onto the edge of his wooden desk, “fuck— came all over my.. my cock? gonna cum.. all in this tight.. tight fuckin hole.” your body practically went limp, ran’s cock still being sucked in by your cunt as he let himself thrust inside you a few last times until finally—

there it is.

the warm, milk like substance released, again, inside your cunt as ran gasped, “holy shit…!..” he spoke again, almost into your ear as your panting felt shaky and the grip around his neck tightened again, “did so.. so fuckin good baby..” he pulled his cock from your hole, watching his semen drip from your hole then down to your folds and floor while you whined and twitched. “those boys’ll love you for sure.”

“too bad you’re mine now.” he could melt the image of his cum mixed with the blood from your cunt, inside his mind forever. you really were his now. and there’s nothing you could do about it.

[simpforgojosatoru]

TR Boys When Their Kids Are Sent Home From School

FT: Smiley, Rindou, & Ran

CW: Female!Readers, Blonde!Reader and/or Redhead!Readers, PG-13 for cussing, mentions of violence, agressive and aggitated emotions.

A/N: Kids1 << Mikey, Draken, & Baji

Enjoy <3

SMILEY

"Excuse me?" You chuckled, anger beginning to bubble in your chest.

Noha's school had called a little over an hour or so saying he had been involved in a physical altercation, and now here you sat in an empty classroom with the principal staying glued to his position near the door.

"Mrs. Kawata, I beg you to please calm down." The man began to sweat, dabbing his handkerchief across his shiny bald head. "Noha was seen-"

"Defending his cousin!" You snapped back, stepping closer to the shaking man. "You even said it yourself! Sota was being pushed into a corner by three upper classmen! Noha did nothing wrong here!"

"He sent three students to the hospital with broken ribs and possible skull fractures!" Principal Makio pleaded back, pushing his back against the class door. His fingers gripped the metal slot tightly, ready to slide the door open quickly and make his escape if he needed to.

"And Sota is at home with some bruising and a cut under his right eye. Noha didn't do that. So, what will you do to those three students who attempted to jump my nephew?" You were fuming, the sadistic smile of a crazed women etching across your face tightly. Nahoya was on his way already. So was Souya. If this man was afraid of you, then you couldn't wait to see how he reacted to the Infamous Kawata twins.

"Kawata Sota was went home with minor injuries. Hardly more than scrapes. What Noha did to those boys would be considered assault and could get him in legal trouble!" Makio shouted back.

Then a door slammed open, sliding so hard the wall rattled.

"First you allow my nephew to be assaulted on school grounds, then threaten to expel my son for defending his cousin. And now you raid your voice to my wife?" Nahoya had arrived. His eyes shut tight, and his mouth turned down in a snarl. Souya behind him with tears building up in his eyes.

Oh, this Principal was screwed.

"Mr. Kawata, I was just trying to explain to your wife the repercussions of Noha's actions. He sent three students to the hospital with severe injuries." Makio clutched the metal door slip harder.

Nahoya chuckled, cracking his knuckles. "And my son will be dealt with accordingly...at home." He snapped back.

"I want to know why you allowed my son to be attacked on school grounds, but the only one you're punishing is his savior." Souya stepped forward, his natural angered expression deepening and daunting.

"Mr. Kawata, I must inform you that Sota was not entirely the victim-"

"Bullshit!" You, Souya, and Nahoya all snapped.

"Tell ya what, Makio. How about you go ahead and drop this expulsion threat, tell those kids' parents their part in this, and if they want to pursue charges than you can tell them they can contact us." Nahoya's terrifying smile spread demonically across his face. "If you don't want to do that, then I can show you what the helplessness of being backed into a corner can feel like." He cracked his knuckles with a giggle.

Makio shook his head quickly, sliding the door open quickly.

"Noha, I will see you Monday morning. Sota as well." He spoke quickly and then took off down the hall.

Sighing, Nahoya turned to his son and finally opened his eyes. "You ok?" Noha nodded quickly.

"Sota wasn't helpless. He had it under control, but those kids pissed me off." Your son chuckles and smirked, making you three adults laugh out. Noha was definitely his father's son.

"Well, come on. Sota's waiting outside. We're going to get some ramen." Souya patted his nephew's back.

As Noha and Angry walked a head of you and Nahoya, you felt your hand being gripped. Both you and your husband knew Noha was rather skilled in fighting and took after both of you with your quick temperaments and blood thrist. But getting a call from a school saying your child was involved in a fight and students went to the hospital, well that's scary.

...especially when your child is involved in a delinquent gang like the one his father and mother both participated in.

"I saw Smiley come out for a second today." You chuckle quietly, rubbing soothing circles on the back of Nahoya's hand. "It's been a minute since I've seen him."

"Well, no one fucks with my kid or raises their voice to my wife." He grunted out before pulling your hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it.

You smile and with an arched brow you look your husband up and down. "I hope he sticks around until tonight. I'd like to see him later on in the bedroom."

With a blush and a surprised arch of his brows he chuckled allowed. "Oh, for you, Smiley'll stay as long as you'd like."

And he did. After dinner with your family and your brother-in-law's family, Nahoya took you home but Smiley took you to bed.

Ran

""Kouta," You sigh as your son sits in the living room eyes glued to his phone. "Son, you cannot keep getting kicked out of school." You dropped down on the couch next to him, inspecting the bruise and cut decorating his left cheek.

"Dad said not fighting is a pussy move." He shrugged.

Groaning you thought of all the ways you were going to gut Ran when he got home. Of course, he drilled ideas like that into your fifteen-year-old son's head. Hell, your ten-year-old daughter Suka was sent home for beating a kid with a ruler the other day and said it was 'good baton practice'.

Rindou's kids were such easy-going kids. You just had to pick the psychotic Haitani brother to make kids with. Of course, your sister-in-law did say though it looked like Raiya and Rhys were well-mannered they most certainly were true blue Haitanis. So, maybe having the blunt kids wasn't so bad.

"Kouta, you understand you weren't expelled because the principal is afraid of your father. Right? It's not because you got lucky or its normal for you to send a kid into critical care and not get thrown out." You tried to explain while putting disinfecting cream on the cut under your son's cheekbone.

He shrugged again. "Dad says the best luck I've had was being born a Haitani."

"Your dad is about to be a very unlucky Haitani if he keeps filling you and your sister's heads with this shit." You growled, slapping a band aid on his face in annoyance and getting up.

"Ow, Mom, that hurt." Kouta snapped, holding his face. His phone finally forgotten in his lap.

"Good." You spat back and walked to the kitchen to start on dinner. "Kouta, bring me your phone. Also, you can go ahead and tell Rhys you won't be out for a couple days. So, any 'gang' business he's going to have to deal with on his own without you." You said as you cut some vegetables up harshly. Better to take your frustration out on the vegetables than your clueless kid and stubborn headed husband.

"Mom, come on!" Kouta whined as he stomped to the kitchen, hand gripped tightly onto his phone. "Please! I swear I'll behave at school. I promise I won't fight anymore."

You shook your head. You've heard that before. "No, Kouta. You said all that last time and I let it go. But obviously you were bluffing. So, send the text and given me the damned phone."

Groaning and muttered in teen angst, your son tapped the phone hard and angered before slamming the device into your awaiting hand. You put it in a drawer and locked it before putting the key back around your neck.

"And lose the damned attitude or so help me God, Kouta, I will show you who you get that fucking temper from." You snapped back. He gulped and nodded his head quickly. "Good, now go help your sister's study and get ready for dinner. It'll be ready by the time your dad gets home."

Oh, you couldn't wait for Ran to get home. As soon as you heard the car pull into the drive you were placing the last plate on the table. The door swung open, and you refrained yourself from picking up and rice bowl and chunking it at his head.

"Hey, Sweetness." You felt a hand lightly trace up your thigh as you were bent down checking the rice cooker.

You growled and forced a smile on your face. "Ran, honey," You turned to face him.

"What is it, Beautiful." He smirked, eyebrows waving suggestively.

You giggled and cocked your head to the side. "Did you encourage our fifteen-year-old son to fight at school?" The murderous vibe oozing out of you.

A panicked chuckle fell from his lips and looked around for his son. The little rat. "Ha ha, um, well you see, Gorgeous, I um, I may have-"

"Told him that backing down from a fight is for pussies?" You snapped back, grabbing a ladling spoon from the counter.

Ran backed into a corner of the kitchen, smiling nervously. "Well, yes. I did say that, but I didn't tell him to go out looking for fights!" He snapped back.

You lifted your arm up, ladle in hand, ready to crack it down onto his big stupid purple head. He grabbed a hold of your wrist, gentle pulling it down and kissing up your arm. Grabbing your waist to spin you and corner you against the wall.

"Ran Haitani, I swear you are teaching our kids to be fucking criminals!" You spat, shoving your hands into his chest. "Our daughter is beating people with rules, our son is sending people to the ER, and you are encouraging it!" You cried out, pushing at his chest over and over knowing damn well you couldn't budge him.

"Hey now, I didn't tell the kid to go out looking for fights. In fact, I told him not to go looking for them at school. I said he shouldn't back down from them if he was challenged because that was for pussies, but that while at school he should not be going out starting or looking for them." Ran explained, prying the ladle from your hand. The round bottom had wacked him in the chin one to many times for his liking as you slammed your dainty hands into his chest.

You stopped trying to hit your husband's chest, looking up at him with wide eyes. "You said that?"

He scrunched his brows together and nodded. "Well, yeah, I know how important it is to you that he graduates at least high school. I wouldn't crush that dream for you or ruin the opportunity that gives him. You think I want him to be a mobster like me?"

Yes. Yes you did.

"So, you didn't tell him that not fighting is a pussy move?" You questioned.

Shaking his head Ran said, "No. I said backing down from fighting is a pussy move."

Both of you stared at each other for a moment before frowning and yelling, "KOUTA!"

Rindo

Rhys Haitani, your oldest, walked through the door as if he hadn't been sent home in the middle of the day. Rindo had finally gotten a day off and you were planning on spending the day just he two of you until that afternoon when the kids normally got home. But of course, in a Haitani house nothing every went your way.

When the school had called you nearly didn't answer. You were having fun with your husband without any interruptions or pending responsibilities for once. However, your son had other plans for the day. Like getting caught hustling kids for lunch money he didn't need and shaking another kid down for his Gameboy Rhys wouldn't even play.

Your kid was a bully. A sneaky in general. Like his father.

While you and Rin discussed possible punishments, Rhys had snuck into the house and strutted to his room thinking he had gone unnoticed. He hadn't. You had known the second you heard steps out on the sidewalk and you were sure Rin had known before then.

"Rhys Haitani!" You called out, and you heard the muffled 'damn' from behind his door.

"Yes?" He called back, probably holding onto the doorknob, hesitating.

Rindo groaned and kicked the door open. Rhys had backed up, hands up, nervously sweating. You walked in behind Rindo, who was glaring down at his son.

"Dad! You're home? Wow...didn't expect that." Rhys muttered, running a hand through his blonde hair.

An agitated chuckle fell past Rin's lips. "I didn't expect my son to be sent home for hustling kids for shit he doesn't need." He snapped back.

The gulp pushed down Rhy's throat was audible.

"I mean, no I didn't need that stuff, but they owed Kouta for-"

"Kouta? You got sent home for Kouta?" You snapped along with Rindo's growl. "Dammit, Rhys! Did Kouta get sent home?" \

With a nervous chuckle, he nodded. "He picked a fight with some of the kids we were shaking down."

Rin was quiet. Definitely not a good sign. It was a bit nerve wracking honestly. When you were younger seeing Rindo like this was a major turn on. Especially right after a big battle, knowing he was coming down from the bloodthirst. But now, while it was pointed at your son, it was unsettling.

"You wanna be a thug? Fine." Rin shrugged.

"What?" You snapped.

"H-huh?" Rhys backed up, nearly crawling back onto his bed.

Rin rolled his shoulder and shrugged again. "You wanna be a gangbanger fine, be one. You'll come to work with me." You were going to be sick.

Rindo worked for Bonten. One of the biggest and baddest yakuzas, even with Mikey being more stable these days. They would chew Rhys up and spit him out even with his dad being Rindo and his uncle being Ran. That shit didn't matter.

"Rindo, maybe we should talk about this." You pleaded, looking to your son who was fearful.

"No, Y/N, he wants to be some big time delinquent, then I say let him. I'll take him to work with me. Send him out with Haruchiyo so he can see how we deal with punks that act like him. Send him with Koko to see how drug deals really go down. Hell, I'll take him out with me and Ran, make him nearly beat the life out of someone. Let's see how big and bad he is after that." Rin grabbed a hold of his son's arm, hauling him up to his feet. "Come on, Rhys, let's go. The quicker the better. Since you're so bloodthirsty these days."

"No! No, I don't want to go! I promise I won't do it again! I swear! Mom, please! Help!" He cried out, pulling against his father's grip. He'd seen the blood-soaked shirts his dad had come home in before, with absolutely not a scratch on him. He knew his dad had taken the lives of others. The thought of doing that himself made him sick.

"Rindo, hey, come on. Stop it!" You snapped, pulling your husband's hand off your son's arm. "I think he gets it." You pushed your husband back.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I swear." Rhys said again, crawling back against his headboard.

Rindo scoffed. "Remember that next time you think you're some big and bad thug." His eyes softened, seeing the utter fear in his son's eyes. "Rhys, you may be tough, and you can fight. You're a Haitani, it's in your blood. But your heart is like your mother's. You aren't a killer. And that, to me, is far stronger than I have ever been. So, stop trying to play the bad guy. There are real bad guys out there who will call your bluff, and you aren't like me. You aren't capable of ending someone before they end you."

"Yes sir." Rhys looked down at his feet, tear welling up.

You sighed and looked back to your son. "Rhys, do this again and next time I won't stop your father. Do I make myself clear?"

Rhys nodded quickly before you and Rin both bent down and kissed his head. You left him in his room, while the two of you decided you were now exhausted.

"How's about a nap?" Rin sighed, picking you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you nod and yawn.

As you laid down you noticed the tension in your husband's shoulders. Sighing, you snuggled further into his neck and kissed the spot between his shoulder and the base of his throat.

"You're a great dad, Rinnie. He's just hardheaded. He's a lot like you. He'll be fine, he's got you in his corner after all." You praise and rub soothing circles across his chest. "You're an amazing father and a damn near perfect husband. You keep us safe, you provide for us, and best of all you love us. Don't worry so much. Rhys has enough of me in him to keep him from going too far."

You felt a small tear drop onto your cheek before hearing a, "Thank you."

[simpforgojosatoru]

TR Boys When Their Kids Are Sent Home From School

FT: Mikey, Draken, and Baji

CW: Female!Readers, Blonde!Reader and/or Redhead!Readers, PG-13 for cussing, mentions of violence, agressive and aggitated emotions.

A/N: First fannon head dump. BE NICE! Alright sit back and enjoy!

PICREW LINK

Kids2 <<Smiley, Ran, & Rindo

MIKEY

Today has been a day. Not only have you had to deal with constant Morning sickness while cleaning the house and running errands, now you are sitting in the principal's office at your son Kaito's school. He gotten into some kind of physical altercation and now some kid is sitting in a hospital bed.

"Mom, I swear I didn't start it!" Kaito pleaded, throwing his hands up in a typical Sano tantrum. "Principal Inuzaki saw the whole thing! He knows I didn't start it."

"Kaito." You seethe out with a bone chilling calm. Kaito tensed, taking one look at the 'mom glare' you were giving him before sitting back down and staring at his shoes.

"Principal Inuzaki, are you sure this is my son's fault?" You sighed and looked back to the fat elderly man sitting behind his desk. The same fat old man behind the same big desk that was there when you were in school...and Mikey was supposed to be in school.

Kaito was a lot like his father. Childish and care-free most of the time, with the frightening ability to shut off all his emtions when pushed too far. But you knew Kaito had inherited your patience. He wasn't as easily set off like his dad was. And once you pulled him out of the last school he attended with Kai Baji and Kenny Ryuguji, he had been fairly better about passing his classes and his involvement in on-campus fights had decreased significantly.

"Mrs. Sano, your son had become the number one distraction to my students since he has arrived. Today is just one of the many incidents Sano Kaito has been involved in." The old man puffed out in such a tone that just made you twitch in agitation.

Tention pressure began to build in your temples, nausea was causing your stomach to twist, and this new baby was beginning to kick you in the kidneys. As Inuzaki went on and on about his prejudice opinions of your son, you got more and more agitated.

And then you popped.

"Ok, you know what no." Kaito's eyes flicked to you quickly and back down to his shoes, his shoulders tensing further. He knew the school had fucked up when they had called you instead of his dad. Mikey was better at handling tention and agitation better than you currently. This pregnancy was making you very testy and your tempter was far quicker than it ever had been before.

"This is what we're going to do. You, Principal Inuzaki, are going to pull up the security footage of the incident because I know you have it. You've got at least fifteen cameras on every damned hallway. One of them was bound to catch it. Then we are going to watch it together. And if my son is innocent, you are going to call this other's child's parents and treat them with the same disrespect you have treated us with. You are also going to make a public apology to my son, and leave him the hell alone or I swear on everything Principal Inuzaki I will show you what little patience I really have."

By the end of your ranting demand you were inches from Inuzaki's face, hands on the desk, and steam coming out of your ears.

"Or you can drop this whole thing and tell this other child's parents he was responsible for the altercation. It's up to you." You shrugged, turning to pick up your purse. "Which is it?" You raised a brow, staring down the now sweating man.

He turned his saucer like eyes to Kaito and with a shacking voice said, "See you first thing tomorrow, Mr. Sano."

"Bye, Sir." Kaito nodded before quickly leaving the room.

Before you shut the door you looked back at Inuzaki and said with a smile, "Good choice. Have a nice day."

On the way home you had threatened Kaito and promised to be telling his father as soon as he got home, which made Kaito twitchy. He sheepishly went to his room as he was grounded from leaving, working on his bike, and eating sweets until you had talked to Mikey.

Manjiro had pulled into the garage a few hours after you and Kaito had returned home. He had come to the kitchen to see you and kiss you on the forehead as a greeting. Placing his keys down on the counter, Mikey had started rubbing your belly which was in the earlier stages of swelling.

"How's my princess today?" He cooed with a relaxed smile on his face.

He had been over the moon with excitment the second the doctor had said you were expecting a girl. He had been excited for Kaito when you had been pregnant with him, but something about this little girl made him thrilled.

"She had been making mommy's day a bit hard, but not as hard as your son has made my day." You sighed as Mikey's eyes flicked back up to yours.

"What he do?" His tone turned hard and fatherly.

So, you told him everything. At least everything you knew. And you noticed the gleam that caught in his eyes when you said Kaito had kicked the kid's head so hard he had been taken to the hospital.

"Kaito!" Mikey's voice boomed through the whole house. The slow and shacky squeak of your son's door opening was followed by heavy and hesitant footsteps.

"Sir?" His eyes were on the ground, head down.

"Look at me." Mikey ordered, and Kaito followed. You could see the want to cry build in your son's eyes. "Wanna tell me about your day?"

"I sent a kid to the hospital today." He said sheepishly. "But I didn't mean to this time I swear!" He snapped up. "I was minding my business this time. I was just trying to eat my doriyaki and this kid came up and threw it to the ground. And he started talking shit to me, and then he tried to hit me, and I swear I only kicked him once!" Kaito rambled quickly in a panic. So much so you had to cough to cover up the laugh bubbling from your throat.

"Kaito," You tried to stop him, but it seemed he had a case of word vomit.

"-I meant it when I said I wouldn't fight in this school! Mom, I swear! I said I'd do my work and save fighting for after school. Remember, Dad? That was our deal! I leave gang activity for after school, and focus on my school work at school! I was doing that. I did not sta-"

"KAITO!" Both you and Mikey snapped, causing the middle schooler to shut his mouth quickly.

"Son, we've already talked about it." Mikey chuckled. "You're not grounded. However, if this happens again there will be no motorcycles, no gang, no sweets or tv or anything for months got it?"

Kaito quickly nodded his head and took off to his room. He came running back out with phone and keys in his hand. Kissing you on the cheek and waving bye to his father Kaito was gone in a flash, the sounds of his bike growing fainter and fainter by the second.

Cuddling on the couch, both you and Mikey chuckled and shook you heads. Rubbing soothing circles on your stomach Mikey smiled at you.

"Guess it's just us tonight." He sighed lovingly.

"Mhmm." You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.

Scooping you up in his arms he stands up, carrying you bridal style. "What do you say to a bath and then a movie?" He asked quietly as he was already headed for the tub.

"I say nothing sounds better." You grinned and rested fully in his arms.

DRAKEN

"Kenny Takashi Ryuguji!" You snapped as your son stumbled into the house, covered in cuts and bruises, and his braid matted and messed. You had already known he was on the way home. The school had called.

"Mom, please, can you not yell." He whined, slumping next to the small kotatsu table in the living room. "My head is pounding." He muttered as he laid his head down on the table surface.

You emerged from the bathroom with the first aid kid in hand, your younger daughter Ayame following behind like a baby duck. As you kneeled in front of Kenny, Ayame settled in her brother's lap as you started dressing the wounds along his neck and head.

"What happened this time?" You sighed as you dressed the gash across his eyebrow.

Just like his father. Kenny was well mannered and slow tempered like Draken; however, he was also bloodthirsty and starving for a good knuckle busting fight. How such a bright and intelligent young man can be so wild all at the same time was bewildering to you, but then against these are all qualities you fell for in Draken.

"Older kids think they can push people around." Kenny grunted as you poured disinfectant in his busted knuckles. "Had to show them they were wrong." Probably took up for some wimpy kid again. "I'm assuming the school called?"

"Yes. They called us and the Baji household." You sighed as you carefully wrapped his knuckle in gauze.

A wince spread across Kenny's face, but it wasn't for the bandaging. "They called Kai's house?" You nod. "Kai is dead." You nod again.

"They called your father as well." Your son's body tensed like a tight rubber band ready to snap.

"They called dad?" he groaned aloud, as if he himself were in hotter water than Kai Baji was at his house.

"Oh, they called me alright." Kenny jumped so hard it nearly knocked you over. Ayame had fallen into your lap.

Draken stood in the living room doorway, arms crossed tight across his chest, and mechanics jumper tied tightly across his waist. He must have left work as soon as they called. Poor Inupi was probably running the shop alone.

"D-Dad, hi! How was work?" Kenny stammered, walked himself back into a wall.

Draken smirked and cracked his neck. "It was going pretty great today. Then I got a call from yer school. Said yer starting fights in the middle of class again." Draken held his hand out to help you up from the floor and pick up Ayame who had her small arms held out for her daddy. "I thought we had an understanding, Ken. We said no fighting at school, and you could do whatever with the gang." The strain in your husband's voice was bone chilling. He was not happy for sure.

"Bubba fight?" Ayame managed to say audibly. Her small hands holding either side of her father's face with a confused look on her face.

Draken's smile softened as he looked to his young daughter. "Mmhm, Bubba is in big trouble." He said in a funny tone as his daughter continued to hold his face.

A big gasp fell from Ayame's lips. "Bubba! Daddy say you in trouble!"

You had to push down the laugh that crawled up your chest. There was never a dull moment with Ayame for sure.

"Come here, Aya." You hold out your arms for your daughter, who does not want to leave her father's grasp.

"Go to Momma, Princess. Daddy's got to deal with Bubba." Draken says softly as he hands her over to you. He kisses the top of her head as she finally caves and allows herself to be passed off.

"Oh well. Bubba!" Aya shrugged and looked to her elder brother.

"Y-yes?" He played along, his eyes never leaving his father's.

"Run." Ayame said and you nearly bursted into a fit of laughter then and there.

As he attempts to turn and run, Draken caught his son's collar and yanked him back.

"Kenny, you are going to hand over the keys to the bike, you will be home right after school, and you will hand over your phone the second you walk in the door. You are going to be on babysitting duty every weekend until further notice. And I swear, Ken, one more fight at school like this and you won't have a gang or friends or a bike or a fucking phone. Do you understand me?" Draken's voice carried through the whole house, shaking the walls.

As he went through the list of punishments Kenny was going to be receiving this time, you got Ayame ready for bed. Just as she was settled in her room with a movie, you heard Kenny's door close and yours creak open.

As you placed the folded laundry away two arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Draken let his head fall into the crease of you neck, sighing deeply and relaxing against you. Rubbing his hands that laid flat against your abdomen, you traced the calloused scars.

"You know he's just like you." You whispered as Draken breathed the smell of you in.

A defeated groan fell past his lips and his sat on the bed, head in his hands. "Dammit, Y/N, I know. I want him to be better than me. I don't want his best option being a gang member. It's fine now, but what about later, huh? That kind of life could get him killed or in prison." He rubbed his face hard and looked down at his shoes.

You shook his head and crawled on the bed behind him, massaging the tension out of his shoulders. "Silly man, his best qualities come from you. In my opinion there isn't anyone better than you." You smiled down at him as he turned his head to look at you.

"You don't need to worry so hard about him, Ken. He's a smart kid, and even though he hides it well, he is well mannered, and his temper isn't so bad either." You cupped the side of Draken's face, rubbing your thumb in soothing circles over his cheek. "Kenny is built tough, and like his dad, he doesn't let people pick on the weak."

Draken smiled softly and turned to wrap you up in his arms. "How'd I get lucky with you?"

"Good Karma." You shrugged, making you both laugh.

As the laughter faded into a still quiet you heard Draken's brain working. You'd let him tell you what he wanted. You knew not to push him.

"I think after this weekend, I'll let him off the hook." Draken sighed out, wanting your thoughts.

You nodded and turned your head up to look at him. "Why wait that long?" You questioned.

A smug smirk you knew too well stretched across his lips.

"Well, we haven't had a date night in a while. And the owner of that new fancy hotel owes me a favor." He kissed your neck, making you tingle.

"God, I love being married to you." You giggled as Draken threw the two of you on the bed.

His phone that laid forgotten on the floor silently ringing. Inupi wondered what the hell was taking Draken so long to get back.

BAJI

You were waiting for him. The school had called about Kai hours ago, saying that he wasn't going to be sent home, but he was going to be expelled for a week. A week. Just the thought of a week of Kai in the house at all times because he can't keep his damned hands to himself at school made you want to throttle your child.

However, you didn't have to worry about that. As soon as the school had called you, you had called Keisuke. Oh ho, did you call Keisuke. Chifuyu and Kazutora took over the pet shop for the day and Keisuke came home to wait with you. With every second the tension built in both of you.

Yes, Kai was just like his father. Feral in every definition. He inherited the odd trait of setting vehicles on fire whenever he was bored or hungry. He was an expert fighter. Hell, Kai was even first division captain of the current Tokyo Manji Generation 4. Every ounce of Keisuke had been copied with precise detail over to his son.

Knowing this though did not excuse the one rule you had with Kai. No fighting at school. As long as he was making good marks in school, paying attention in class, and respecting his teachers then he could do whatever he wanted outside school. He chose the path of a delinquent just like his father. Shocker.

"They even said he wasn't even provoked. So, it wasn't self-defense." You sighed as Keisuke's foot began to tap.

"Doesn't matter. We had one rule, Y/N. One fucking rule!" Keisuke snapped, abruptly standing up.

You knew you had to calm Keisuke a bit before Kai got home. He was so pissed he would probably traumatize the kid. So, you reached up at ran your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp to ease the tension building in his head.

"Well, maybe he was defending someone." You suggested, guiding Baji to sit down on the couch. "Like you did for 'Fuyu. Remember when you two met?" His shoulders relaxed slightly, and you thanked God.

"Still, he can't be fighting at school. They'll kick him out for good next time. And getting him into another middle school, let alone high school is going to be next to impossible." Keisuke sighed out as he looked at the little blanket wrapped around his youngest child.

Kuroe, you youngest son, slept peacefully and was thankfully a decent distraction as Kai had pulled into the drive. While you both heard it, neither of you rushed out to shake your oldest to death. You could hear your middle child, your daughter Kisame, taunting her brother.

"You know they're going to kill you as soon as you walk in, right?" She mocked as she turned the doorknob.

"Shut up, Kisa!" He snapped back.

"I saw dad's bike in the garage. You're screwed." She laughed as they walked towards the living room. As soon as Kisame looked up from her phone, seeing both you and Keisuke standing in the living room she laughed out.

"Oh, you're fucked."

"Kisame!" You snapped and she kept laughing. As you handed the sleeping Kuroe over to her, Kai breached the living room.

She turned as her brother stood as still as a night in the doorway. "Good luck, big bro. RIP." She patted his shoulder, laughing the whole way to her room.

Kai's eyes flickered from both you and his father. He didn't know who'd make the first move and that terrified him. He was afraid to even flinch for it might trigger one of you to finally jump him.

"Kai, you better start talking." You warn, Keisuke grunting.

His gulped and nodded his head. "I'm assuming the told you guys I was unprovoked?"

"Oh, so it's true?" Keisuke smiled; his hair suddenly being tied up. "You're beating up on innocent people now? In the middle of school too."

Kai backed up quickly, holding his hands up in defense. "NO! No, no I just know that's what story they told you guys! I didn't start a fight with some innocent kid, I swear. Kenny and I were just walking to class when we saw these upper classmen beating the hell out of this wimpy ass nerd. Poor dude pissed himself." He watched as both you and Keisuke stood still, watching his every move. Both of you knew his telltale signs, and so far, Kai wasn't lying.

"You and Kenny kick their asses?" Keisuke asked.

Kai nodded. "Two are in the hospital."

"Good." Keisuke grunted and turned to walk to your shared room.

"Mom?" Kai looked to you.

"Laundry for three weeks. Babysitting both your brother and sister for two weeks. I want at least a report card with all B or I'll be taking the bike, the game system, and I will be giving all the yakisoba in this house to Chifuyu. Do I make myself clear?" You folded your arms, staring down your oldest son.

"Yes ma'am." He nodded quickly. "But why the yakisoba? Those are dad's favorite." He questioned and you smiled wickedly.

"Exactly. So, don't fuck up kid, or it was affect your dad. And that'll make it even worse for you." He turned on your heels and waved him off. "You're staying in tonight. Go to your room."

"Yes ma'am!" He said quickly and ran for his room before you decided to change your mind.

Keisuke was laying across the bed, changed into his boxers and pajama shirt. You quickly joined him for a good afternoon cuddle and nap.

[simpforgojosatoru]

FAMILY MAN (Nanami Kento x F! Reader) (One-Shot)

A/N.: Feeling inspired after seeing a series of amazing and brilliant fan-arts portraying Nanami as an awesome, doting and sexy father to a baby Yuji~~~

Summary: Your adoring and doting husband- Nanami insists on you having a girls’ night out, while he stays home to look after the kids.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader/Reader-Insert/Nanami Kento x Original Character

Rating:General, just fluff

DISCLAIMER: I do not own characters of JJK, they are all works of Akutami Gege

All rights reserved. Plagiarism is a crime.

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You and your husband- Nanami Kento are former Grade-1 sorcerers, both having to constantly risk your lives fighting curses, and having to constantly worry about each other, this all changed when you got pregnant for the first time, while both of you were ecstatic, it also prompted your decisions to retire and quit risking safety for the sake of the growing family. Well, Kento took a little more persuading, since he thought being a stockbroker is a shittier job than being a jujutsu sorcerer, but then you had reminded him time and time again that a child needs both of his parents alive and well, he finally relented; at the end of the day, he knows in his heart that he’d love to spend the rest of his life with you- his darling wife and kid.

And years later, you two are as strong and loving together, with Kento having gone back to work as a stockbroker, earning much more than enough to support his family, and with a rambunctious lively toddler- Kaito; you and your son always ready to welcome Kento back home when he gets off work. Kento remains a very loyal, loving and doting husband, and when you found out your second pregnancy, both of you cannot be more excited, and when you reached your third and final trimester, he had applied to work-from-home so he can be with you 24/7, which you don’t mind one bit; you would find yourself waking up with Kento beside you, working on his laptop while running a hand soothingly over your pregnant belly, he had said he likes to feel his baby girl kicking and moving inside your tummy. He was by your side when the due date came around, he let you squeezed his hand as hard as you could while he waited with excitement, as you gave birth to your baby girl; you were elated when the labor was over, and Kento had burst into happy tears when he first held baby girl Yuki in his strong arms.

Kento went back to office work 3 months after Yuki’s birth, and you remain the dedicating and loving housewife and mother, with the occasional outings for grocery shopping and dropping off and picking up Kaito from school depending on the plan between you and Kento, and definitely always at home ready to welcome him home from work. He really appreciates it, and he’s ever so grateful to have you as his other half, he loves coming home to you and your children, he is very grateful that you always prepare and cook a hot, delicious meal for him to come home to, and of course, the bedroom stuff. He knows that while you miss hanging out with the girls- Ieiri, Utahime and Mei Mei, your housewife duties have essentially occupied most of your time, and he knows that you totally deserve some ‘me-time’, so he arranges for the girls to take you out on a Friday night, which they were more than happy to oblige, since they also miss hanging out with you.

As you are getting ready, you are excited about seeing the girls again, but at the same time, you are wary of leaving Kento alone with the kids, “Honey, are you sure? I don’t have to go out, you know.”

Kento, who’s leaning against the doorway of your shared bedroom, he smiles at you reassuringly, and he walks up to you, wrapping his arms around you lovingly, “Yes, babe, I’m sure. You are not worried about me looking after the kids, huh?”

You shake your head with a soft smile, “No, of course not, I trust the kids with you completely, it’s just that Kaito can be such a handful at times.”

Kento chuckles at you, “Baby, I’m sure that I can handle both Kaito and Yuki. Just go and have fun, enjoy a girls’ night out, you deserve it.”

You smile and kiss him on the lips, but you look at him with a raised eyebrow, “What’s this about, though?”

“I know you miss hanging out with the girls, and I know that being my wife, looking after me, the kids and the penthouse have been depriving you of your own ‘me-time’,” Kento replies with a gentle smile. “I am really thankful for always having you welcome me home, and for feeding me with your amazing cooking.”

“Honey, I love you and the kids so much,” you smile at him lovingly. “Of course, I am doing all those…”

“And we love you so much too,” Kento responds with a smile. “You deserve to have some time to yourself.”

“Go on, get ready, the girls will be here soon,” Kento smiles. “And oh before I forget, here, take my card.”

Kento takes out his black credit card from his pants pocket and hands it to you, which you immediately refuse.

“Honey, it’s fine, I don’t need your limitless black card,” you say, rolling your eyes.

Kento grins, “I know, but it’s my treat, and I both know and trust that you won’t go Mei Mei-crazy.”

You roll your eyes, “Don’t let Mei Mei hear you say that.”

The girls arrived just a while later, laughing and chatting excitedly.

“You finally decided to share Y/N, huh?” Shoko jokes.

Kento rolls his eyes, “I don’t keep my wife prisoner, ladies.”

“We know,” Utahime says. “But you have had her all to yourself for years, since she married you.”

“I hope you gave Y/N your black card,” Mei Mei states with a grin.

Kento rolls his eyes, “Have drinks on me.”

You soon came out, dressed and ready in a pretty and casual summer dress, with a pair of killer Christian Louboutin heels, you greet the girls happily, and then you call over your older child, who was watching TV, the little boy obliges and runs over to you, and peaks you on the cheek as you kneel down to his level.

“Kaito, darling, mom is going out with auntie Utahime, Shoko and Mei Mei,” you say. “Now, daddy will stay home with you and Yuki, be good, okay? Listen to daddy, alright?”

Kaito nods obediently, “Okay, mommy, I’ll be a good boy.”

“That’s my boy,” you smile happily.

Then, you stand back up as you let him run back to his cartoon, you smile at Kento, and you kiss him and baby Yuki in his arms.

“Love you, have fun tonight, babe,” Kento says with a grin.

“I love you too, honey,” you promise. “I won’t be away long.”

Kento chuckles, “I trust you, baby, go have fun.”

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“So...how has married life been treating you?” Utahime asks, as you and the girls sit down in a restaurant. “I can’t remember how long it has been since our last hang-out!”

You grin, “It’s great! Well, I’m extremely lucky to have a loving and loyal husband like Kento.”

“We still all miss the both of you at Jujutsu Tech,” Shoko says with a sigh. “Not just the students, but the staff as well.”

“Can’t say that we miss being jujutsu sorcerers,” you chuckle. “We don’t want to live worrying about whether any one of us will be able to come home safe and sound to the kids, and Kento is now well settled back in his finance job.”

“But we do miss you guys,” you add with a sad smile.

“When Kento called us to take you out for a girls’ night out, we were really surprised,” Utahime says happily. “It’s so great that we can hang out again!”

“Can he handle the kids by himself tonight?” Shoko asks as she drinks from her own glass of wine. “You are not worried, are you?”

“No, not worried,” you reply with a wry smile. “More like they can be quite a handful at times.”

“I’m sure a powerful former Grade 1 sorcerer, if he could handle curses,” Utahime says with a wink. “I’m sure he can handle his own two boisterous kids.”

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Meanwhile at home…

Kento is feeding baby Yuki who is sitting in a baby high-chair, while Kaito is sat at the dining table toying with his half-eaten dinner, i.e. pushing around the uneaten veggie on the plate with a fork as his eyes glue to the cartoons on the TV.

Kento frowns, “Kaito, boy, why aren’t you eating up the veggie?”

The little boy pouts, “Da...daddy, I don’t like veggie…”

Kento rolls his eyes, “Vegetables are good for you, come on, eat up, kid.”

Kaito whines, “I don’t wanna!”

“Nanami Kaito, you are not being a good boy right now,” Kento says in a warning tone.

Kaito, sensing the tone, quits whining, but continues to pout, eyes glued to the TV, still refusing to eat up the veggie on his plate.

Kento, seeing this, sighs in frustration, and goes to pick up the remote and turns off the telly, causing his young son to whine again.

“Daaaaadddddyyyy, I want the telly please!!” Kaito begs.

Kento turns to his son seriously, “Look at me, son, finish up your veggie first then you can watch the telly.”

Kaito pouts and looks at his father with a kicked-puppy look.

“Don’t give me that look, it doesn’t work on me,” Kento says and looks sharply at his son. “No veggie, no telly.”

Kaito frowns with a pout.

Kento rolls his eyes, “If you are a good boy and eat up the veggie, you can have dessert afterwards.”

The little boy’s eyes light up at the word ‘dessert’, and he looks at Kento eagerly, “Really?!”

Kento sighs and rolls his eyes, “Yes, daddy promises you, you can have ice-cream after you finish the veggie on your dinner plate.”

“And the telly?” Kaito pleads with eager eyes. “Please can I have cartoons on while I eat my ice-cream?”

Kento rolls his eyes, and relents, “Fine, kid, you can, but…”

“Only after I eat the veggie,” Kaito finishes smartly.

“Right, yes, only after you eat up the veggie,” Kento agrees with a helpless smile.

Therefore Kaito diligently finished up the veggie on his plate, and is now sitting in front of the telly watching “LooneyTunes” as he happily eats a bowl of ice-cream, Kento places baby Yuki in the baby pan as he goes to clear up the dirty dishes and do the washing up. Kento’s eyes flash to the kitchen clock as he washes up the dishes, there is about another hour and a half till the kids’ bedtime, he sighs and rolls his neck, mind wondering how on earth do you handle the kids when he’s not at home.

“DAD! Daddy!” Kaito yells from the lounge.

“What is it, boy?” Kento asks, as he walks out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel.

Kaito holds up an empty bowl with a pout, “No ice-cream...please can I have more?”

Kento sighs and shakes his head, “Sorry, buddy, no more ice-cream. It’s too much.”

Kaito whines, “Pleeeeaaaasssseee, daddy!”

Kento frowns with disapproval, “You will get tummy ache if you eat too much now, you don’t want to get tummy ache, do you, buddy?”

Kaito shakes his head ‘No’, but still pouts cutely.

Kento smiles helplessly, “Sorry, buddy, you can have ice-cream tomorrow again, but now is enough. Okay?”

Kaito nods with a pout, “Okay, daddy.”

*Time skip*

Kento spends the time playing with Yuki, while Kaito continues watching his cartoons until it came to the kids’ bedtime…

“Kaito, buddy, time’s up,” Kento states. “Time for bed.”

Kento is heading to Yuki’s baby room, preparing to put her down for her nap, when Kaito whines out again, wanting to watch a bit more cartoons, he rolls his neck and sighs, wondering how many times had his son whined for the evening. He hushes and coos to baby Yuki before putting her into the crib, and heading back out into the living area to see Kaito still glued to the TV.

Kento rolls his eyes and looks at his son with narrowed eyes, “Come on kid, turn off the TV, go brush your teeth and get to bed.”

“I’m...not...sleepy, daddy,” Kaito protests with a pout, but funnily is also yawning at the same time.

Kento chuckles at his son, “See, you are yawning already, come on buddy, head to bed.”

After more coaxing and prodding, Kento finally successfully gotKaito to go brush his teeth and go to bed, Kento goes to check on baby Yuki in the baby’s bedroom, to find her still awake and whimpering, and his heart immediately breaks, and he coos to his baby girl and picks her up from the crib, and she immediately smiles and coos, and very quickly closes her eyes in his arms. He smiles lovingly down at his daughter, sways her for a few more times before trying to place her back in her crib, however once her head hits the baby pillow, she immediately whines and cries, and he sighs and smiles helplessly, and picks her back up and coos to her. He has lost count how many times he has tried, but every time he tries to put Yuki down back into her crib, she cries and whimpers, and he would pick her back up, and she would immediately settle down and close her eyes in her father’s embrace.

Kento essentially gives up, he holds Yuki in a secure hold, and heads out to the living room, where he sits down to continue some work on his laptop, and looking down to see her sleeping soundly in his muscular arm, Kento sighs with a chuckle, “Oh, Yuki, what am I going to do with you?”

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When you and the girls finally called it a night, and promising to arrange another date, you come home to a sight that totally melts your heart; when you walk into the penthouse, taking off your killer heels, tip-toeing since it’s already past the kids’ bedtime, when you enter the expanse living area, you are greeted by the sight of Kento sitting down at the dining table, tapping and working away on his laptop, with one hand, his other arm occupied with hugging your new bundle of joy to his chest.

“Hey, babe! How was the girls’ night out?” your husband looks up and greets you with a smile.

You smile, and walk over to him, and kiss him lovingly, “It was wonderful, we had a great time catching up, had a delicious dinner, and then some luxurious shopping. I bought a few things, and oh, the girls asked me to tell you ‘thank-you’ for the dinner and drinks.”

You return his black card and kiss him, “Thank you very much for tonight, honey, I didn’t realize I needed it.”

Kento chuckles, “You’re very welcome, baby, glad you had fun.”

“How was it tonight? Were the kids well-behaved?” you inquire.

“Well, Kaito is already in bed, he was a good boy this evening, aside from whining about the veggie in his dinner, whining about wanting more ice-cream and wanting to stay up longer to watch more cartoons,” Kento replies, lips quirking.

You shake your head with a helpless chuckle, “I swear Satoru has ‘infected’ him with his mega sweet-tooth.”

“What about Yuki? Why isn’t she sleeping in her crib?” you ask, looking sweetly at your baby girl asleep soundly in her father’s loving arm.

Kento chuckles and smiles sheepishly at you, “She would not go down for sleep in the crib, I’ve tried, but every time I put her down in her crib, she cries.”

You sigh and shake your head with a helpless smile, “Honey, you’re lucky we don’t have to worry about spoiling her yet, you need to start reining in when she reaches 9 months old.”

Kento smiles ruefully, “Yes, baby, I get it...I will...”

“Come on, let’s put her down in her crib,” you say. “It’s late, you need to get to bed too.”

Kento listens to you, and shuts off his laptop, getting up and heading into Yuki’s baby room, Kento tries to move and place her in the crib, but as soon as her head is on the baby pillow, she immediately starts whining and crying, and your husband immediately responds by picking her back up in his loving arms, and Yuki immediately calms down and coos softly in his loving hold.

Kento turns to you, and chuckles awkwardly, as you stare at him knowingly, “I will stay with Yuki a little longer, I will come to bed soon, I promise, baby.”

You smirk, “Wanna bet how long will you be in here, honey?”

“No, babe,” Kento frowns. “I can do it, I want to do it, I’m the father. I can get her to sleep in her crib.”

You smile at your husband knowingly, and suck your teeth, “Good luck with that, honey, if I’m not mistaken, I believe you secretly enjoy baby Yuki holding onto you like a koala bear.”

You walk off leaving Kento staring after you bashfully, and as you sat in your shared bed waiting for him, you wonder how long it will take him to get Yuki to sleep soundly in her crib. You lost count of how long it has been, when your husband finally comes into the bedroom, and your eyes widen at the sight of him still holding his baby daughter, you raise an eyebrow at him and he smiles bashfully at you.

“Just for tonight, baby, please,” Kento whispers and begs as he slips into bed beside you.

You chuckle and roll your eyes, “You better take a vow of abstinence if you keep giving into Yuki like this.”

“Huh?! Uh…” Kento gapes like a goldfish at you, as you shut your eyes to sleep with a smile.

[simpforgojosatoru]

Mister University: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Ran's got the crown and the title. But does he have you, too?

wc: 1.3k

tw: smut

masterlist

"Guess who won Mister University?"

You look up from your notes at the man in front of you, his braids dangling underneath the king's crown on his head. Ran's standing in his day clothes, with his stupid, lopsided grin to top it all off.

"Gross."

You close your laptop and slide it into your backpack, standing quickly. It wasn't like you weren't there, you think, remembering the way he'd won and then let Izana have the mic to begin his drunken 'thank you' speech.

You'd seen it all.

And it still hasn't swayed your opinion of him one bit.

"Wait," the elder Haitani blurts out, earning him a shush in the library. He walks down the stairs behind you, long legs moving quickly as you descend back down onto the main floor of the building. "Hey, you can't just ignore the opinions of thirty-two percent of the school population!"

"I can," you toss over your shoulder, rolling your eyes. "And I will." Ran catches up to you and then surpasses you, stopping your march back to the dorms.

"Yo, that's not funny. Cut the shit, y/n."

"Feelings hurt?" you wonder, lacing a hand around your backpack strap. Ran's got you cornered, and he knows it. But you won't give him the upper hand - or the satisfaction of knowing you're nervous.

"Come to the Iota Kappa party and celebrate tonight," he muses, tugging on the adjustable part of the straps and pulling you closer. "I'll make it worth your while..."

"What, come to a 'dinner' followed by a 'social' that's just a poorly-disguised orgy? No, thanks." You sidestep Ran and continue down the path, noting how dark it's getting.

"You're playing coy," you hear behind you, the voice getting stronger. "I know it." Your feet stop in their tracks. "Just admit it, y/n. It'll end up the way you want it to in the end either way." You pause, then turn around to face Ran slowly.

"You know what my mom told me about pretty men?" you wonder. "She told me to watch out for them. They're the ones with the diseases. Goodbye, Ran." You march on to your dorm, almost fully out of earshot when you hear Ran yell back,

"So, you think I'm pretty, huh?"

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"You play coy too much."

The hot whisper against your ear is sinful, but you stare at the reflection of the man cupping your waist in defiance.

"All tipsy and wanting to be touched... just admit it."

"Shut the fuck up, Ran," you snap softly, shivering at the feeling of his cold fingers creeping up your dress while he coos at you. "I didn't come here to be chastised."

"No, you came here to be fucked. Why else would show up looking so damn sexy?"

"I was invited by--"

"Me," Ran asserts, cupping your lace-covered cunt. "I got you in the door. I had them serve you dinner second. I made sure your cup never went empty." You whimper as his fingers drag across your sex, faintly brushing your aching clit. "Yeah, that's it. Say 'thank you, Ran'."

"For what?" you quip, but a swipe against your slit silences you.

"Say 'thank you' because I did all of this to get you right here, in my lap." You seal your lips as you brace yourself against the standing mirror. Why does a wine cellar have a standing mirror? you wonder, but the thought is brushed aside with the insertion of Ran's middle finger into your waiting cunt. "Say 'thank you, Ran'."

You continue to keep quiet, but Ran's finger slides in and out of you slowly as he licks at your earlobe, his cheeks flushed pink.

"Say thank you or I'll make sure everyone hears you taking my dick tonight." You bite your lip. It'll be all anyone ever hears about if you don't just set aside your pride and thank him for such meaningless, arbitrary gestures. Where did he get off?

"Thank you," you grit out as he adds another finger, fitting it neatly inside of you as you gasp little pants of pleasure.

"Say it like I told you to."

"Thank you... Ran."

"That wasn't so hard, was it, baby?" Ran slides his fingers out of you and unzips his dress pants, pushing them down around his hips and then to his ankles as he fishes his cock out of his boxers. "I'm going to break you one of these days. You're gonna stop fighting me on the obvious fact that you want me to fuck you silly."

"It's not obvious," you counter, spreading your legs without acknowledgment as he pushes your dress up around your waist. "It's never been obvious."

"My dick has never been harder than when you reject me out of some sense of false modesty." You choke out a cry as Ran thrusts into you roughly, holding you still with his right hand as he looks down at your cunt. "It's so obvious..."

"Ran, take it easy--"

"Not tonight, babe. You're like a wild horse, running around like you don't... fuck--" Ran thrusts forward a few more times, and you hold back a strangled sob, feeling your cunt stretch around his thickness. "Like you don't belong to me."

There's only silence in the wine cellar as the party upstairs continues on without its star and his plaything. You can't seem to catch your breath in the small room, nor can your legs hold you up for long as he fucks you mercilessly.

When you find you can stand no longer, Ran grips you by the waist, pulling you back to rest on the marble flooring before he fucks into you from above. His dress shoes squeak on the floor while he pumps back and forth, both arms pinning you down to the ground on either side. Your legs begin to shake again, but not out of exhaustion.

"Ran, Ran... please..."

"Say you're mine and I'll let you cum; no more playing these games with me, y/n." You press both hands against his chest, touching the silk tie with reverence but needing your release more than you needed to admit he was right.

"Ran, I--"

"Say it," he croons, braids tickling your face as he fucks you faster. "Say it and you can cum."

"I'm going to cum any--"

"Like hell you are," Ran snaps, pulling out of you and hovering above your body, his cock twitching angrily. "Fucking say it."

"I'm yours..." you whisper weakly, fingers trembling against his chest.

"Say it right."

"I'm yours, Ran."

"Good girl." He slips back into you without a word, chasing the final strings of your high with his fingers and cock. "Good girl..."

"Oh, fuck!" You spasm around his length, now gripping his suit jacket tightly in both hands, not aware that you were crumpling the fabric as you lost yourself in the orgasm.

"Give it to me," Ran whispers huskily in your ear, still pumping into you, but his fingers quiver against your clit. "Coat me in your cum, sweetheart." You can't help his charm. You can't help his good looks. You can't help the way your insides quiver when he looks at you.

You can't help that you're cumming all over his fat cock while he drills into you, moaning in your ears about his own pending orgasm.

"You're gonna take that cum," he hisses, huffing loudly. "Take all of it, understand me? This pussy is mine; everyone's gonna know this cunt belongs to Ran Haita--"

Ran groans, his cock spasming as he deposits his cum inside of you, ruining you for anyone else. You can hear and feel him shuddering, his body giving in to his ultimate show of pleasure. When the moment is over, Ran pulls out, tucking himself back into his underwear and rolling your thong off your legs.

"I'll take this for safekeeping," he chuckles mischievously, swiping at your cream-filled cunt with the article of clothing before balling it up and putting it in his pocket. "If you want to get your last night of free play out, go ahead. Because when the sun rises tomorrow," Ran pauses, tucking his shirt into his pants. "You're exclusively mine."

"On who's authority?" you quip, still feisty enough to come up with a jab while you're on your back.

"I'm Mister-fucking-University. It's on my authority, baby."

[simpforgojosatoru]

♥ Pairing: Aika x Ran Haitani

♥ Warnings: 18+ Smut

♥ Summary: Aika and Ran sneak off into the old library of the Juvenile Center that Ran and his brother were confined to fifteen years ago. The married couple spend the beginning of the valentine's date night having dessert.

♥ WC: 2.3K

♥ a.n: Another Tokyo Rev OC! She is one of my favorite to write simply because she is as crazy as Ran in many ways, and the compliment each other so well.

“Brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

The older Haitani had finished his business swiftly in the juvenile detention center. These little delinquents were desperate to belong to the big, infamous Bonten, and occasionally they needed a little reminder of where they were on the totem pole; that snitching had very real consequences.

Ran found this part of his job tedious, but since his wife had an easy in, it fell on him. This visit all the better because Aika had agreed to accompany him. “Feeling nostalgic, my dear?” He straightened his tie, blood splattered on his knuckles.

“A little. We met here, after all.” Aika fell into step beside him, smiling at the memory. Her father was the warden of this detention center, so getting in and out was quite easy. He would rather have a relationship with his granddaughter, overlooking the dealings of his son-in-law with the teenagers in the center.

So many years ago, the Haitani brothers were prisoners within this place, and Aika spent her time after school here per her father’s orders. Only a fence separated her and Ran, and it hadn’t stopped them from falling in love.

“Mm, yes. I vividly remember. Seeing you out in the yard, back in the spot that no one else went.” Ran smiled down at her. She’d caught his attention all those years ago, and never let him go. “You made this hellish place enjoyable. I looked forward to finding ways to get closer to you.”

Aika laughed quietly. He did break many rules to find moments alone with her. Sneaking out of his supposedly locked room at night, pulling her into some dark corner to kiss her breathless. Her gaze lingered on the decorations taped to the wall. Not that many of the residents here were getting Valentine’s gifts from any young ladies.

The door to the old library was cracked. It had a tendency to slip open when not locked properly. Something that Aika had used to her advantage when roaming these darkened hallways in the late hours. The old night guard had retired recently, and that likely meant that no one would be checking in on that particular room anytime soon.

“Are we in a hurry?”

“Our reservation isn’t for another hour. Is there something you’re interested in?” Ran hated that library when he was here. At least, in the beginning. It became a post office of sorts. They would leave each other letters within the old books in the very back that no one would touch.

Aika took his hand, tugging him to the door. “There is one thing that we never got to do while you were here.” The door creaked as she pushed it open. The library shut down and moved to a newer section of the center. This was only a shell of what used to be. “This was the place I thought about you the most.”

“I came here solely to find whatever little note you left me.” Ran spun the woman around to face him, pulling her close and leaning down to taste her red stained lips. He was fond of how she used a flavored balm, always a surprise as to what would greet his tongue.

Mint.

His favorite. Unlike the sugary sweet peach or caramel, this one tingled. Almost as if the lip balm was inviting the Bonten executive to give her a thrill. To which, Ran always responded fiercely.

But he was sorely disappointed when Aika pulled away, too caught up in the past to reciprocate his very clear advantage. She could be scatterbrained. Distracted quite easily. Violet irises lingered on the curve of her ass as she rose up on her tiptoes to a higher shelf. The satin material of her crimson dress hugged against her body.

“Look, it’s still here.” The dictionary had a thick layer of dust on it. Aika brought it down one shelf, making it easier to examine. Her fingers rippled the pages, memories of their time leaving each other notes flooding back to her.

Ran, however, was very much focused on the present. “Aika, baby,” He licked the shell of her ear, pressing her against the metal shelf. “I want to fulfill the fantasy that I thought about every time I came in here.”

The bulge in his pants rubbed against her ass. Aika tilted her head as his lips trailed kisses down her neck. “Oh, is that why you spent so much time here?” She reached one hand down to crumble the material of her dress into her fist and tug it up.

“I’ll admit that I did some very dirty things right here, thinking about having you-” Ran unbuckled his pants, removing his hard cock. Spitting on his hand for a little lubricant, he pushed between her thighs, rubbing against her pussy. “Especially after you left me that porn worthy picture of your pretty tits. Fuck, baby, I jerked off to that every night.”

Her cheeks heated. It’d been so long that Aika had forgotten that she’d been so bold as to take the photo and print it in this very facility on the company printer. She rubbed her fingers against her clit, unsatisfied by the languid, teasing motion. “Ran-”

“Ah, ah. You wanted to walk down memory lane.” He snatched her wrists, pulling both arms behind her back. Truthfully, he wanted to fuck her mindless right this second, but he held back. Her pretty little whines were so cute. “I still have it.”

“What?” Her head turned, cheeks dusted pink and golden irises wide with surprise. “That was like, fifteen years ago?” He’d taken plenty of photos and videos of her since then.

Lifting her leg to rest her knee against the shelf, Ran rubbed the tip of his cock against her pussy, teasing the entrance. “It’s in my wallet. I keep it as a good luck charm,” he said, as if it were a completely sane thing to say. But the older Haitani wasn’t a normal man by any means. He enjoyed the darker things in life, violence and power.

But his love could be sugary sweet. The ones important to him were fiercely protected, cherished. He made an effort to show his affection as often as he could. A side of him that no one but his family would ever experience. An utter softy when it came to his wife, despite the language used when intimate.

“You mean in the same wallet that you keep a picture of your daughter?” As if she didn’t have some risky photos on her phone, where she also had an album dedicated to their daughter. Pushing herself back, the tip of his dick pushed into her entrance. The way he stretched her made her eyes roll back.

Ran chuckled, smacking her bare ass, leaving a red spot. “They are in different places. Ruri is on display, and your tits are in the secret slot.”

Her teeth sunk down into her lip, desperate to feel all of him inside her. “Let’s make another one.” Aika wriggled in his hold, golden orbs searching to find those deep violet pools that reflected the same desire as her.

“A photo?”

“A baby.”

Oh, fuck. He growled at her words, fingers digging into her hips. Bruises were normal when both wanted it rough. It was a mark of their intense love. Ran inhaled sharply, sinking into her throbbing pussy with as much gentleness as he could muster. Her walls welcoming his large cock inside. It would be the only slow stroke he’d give her tonight. “You want me to put a baby in you, huh?” He whispered the words against her ear, sending a shiver down her body.

Her head bobbed in response. “Yes, ah-” Aika wanted nothing more than to lose herself in his arms. He stretched her to the brink, almost too much, but it felt so damn good. “I want it, need it.” The very thought of having another child with him made her pussy throb.

He was never a disappointment.

The metal shelf creaked in time with his thrusts, threatening to break under the pressure. Aika wriggled her wrists in his hand, knee buckling beneath her. She had little to worry about. It was incredibly sexy when he held her up, arm around her stomach and holding her weight while absolutely destroying her cunt.

“I know you only have one setting, baby, but you’ll alert the guards,” Ran teased. He’d never known her to be quiet during sex, unless he’d stuffed a gag between her lips. He also knew that it wasn’t conscious. Aika had no realization of how loud her moans and curses were.

“Fuck them. I own this place- fuck. You feel so good, don’t stop-” Aika quivered in his arms, orgasm tingling over her body with his relentless pace. Her father was in charge, and he’d do anything she said. She’d been a bit manipulative since she first met Ran in the back of the fenced in field behind the building.

Ran laughed at her annoyed features. Perhaps he’d influenced her to be a little entitled, but it turned him on. Her confidence that she was above consequences. With enough money and influence, of course. That was part of being an elite in the underworld of Tokyo.

“Let me fill you up, Aika. Take all of it.” He said, using both hands to pull her hips back, cock kissing the deepest part of her cunt and spilling his warm seed inside her. They were usually so careful as not to cum inside without a condom. It stirred a primal part of him to fuck her raw and not have to pull out.

He couldn’t quit now.

The empty round table the perfect place to change position. Ran laid her back onto it, lifting her legs apart to see his cum leaking from her hole. “Can’t lose any, can we?” He used his cock to push it back into her, fascinated by the action. It went straight to his dick, making him hard once again.

Aika shivered against the cool metal. “Yeah, fuck it back into me- please-” Her fingers entangled into her rose locks, reveling in the feeling of him inside her again. Her pussy sensitive to every thrust.

“You’ll have to take a lot more if you want to have my baby. I want to hear you beg for it every night from now on.” Ran slid his hands over the satin dress up to her breasts.

But her hands covered his, stopping him from ripping it open. Ran met her gaze, amused by her denial of one of his favorite things to do. “Don’t fight me, baby.” He wanted to see her tits bouncing while he bred her thoroughly.

“You can’t rip this dress. We have a dinner reservation. It’s Valentine’s Day.”

He raised an eyebrow, thrusting in her hard once. “You still want to go after this? I’m not sure you want to be leaking cum down your thighs since you don’t have any panties.” The only thing on his mind was using her wet cunt to make her moan his name.

“You promised.”

“Yes, I did.”

Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout, golden eyes softening to plead with him. The reservation he’d made was to her favorite restaurant and he’d been busy with work lately. Rindou had taken Ruri for the entire night. “Please? I was so excited about it.”

Shit. He can’t say no to that face. “Yes, yes. Alright. You win.” He leaned down to kiss her. The gesture a promise. “But I want this dress around your waist.” He assisted in slipping the straps off her shoulders and unzipping the back just enough to crumple it down.

“You really like these, don’t you?” Aika pushed her breasts together, wiggling her hips.

Ran pressed a kiss to her ankle, pushing her legs back to fuck deeper into her cunt. “They’re perfect. Prettiest tit’s I’ve ever seen.” Without a single word, she lifted her hands over her head, as if giving him permission to do anything to her smoking hot body. “Guess I have to take you out after you’ve done so fucking good for me.”

He could go completely mad with how much pleasure she gave him. Gripping one breast with his hand, massaging the soft skin against his palm, Ran pulled out his phone.

Aika reached her hands up to slip her hands under his untucked shirt, the pads of her fingers rubbing against his abs. She wanted to ask him what the fuck he was doing but nothing except strangled gasps came from her parted lips.

His call hardly affected his ability to fuck her. He rubbed his fingers roughly against her swollen clit. “Are you gonna cum for me while I’m on the phone? Let the staff know exactly why we’re going to be late?”

Her back arched on the table, legs quivering. She’d no idea if anyone was actually on the line yet but did she really care? His cock didn’t mind the spasming of her gummy walls. Overstimulating her only made him harder, and the older Haitani was chasing his own high again.

“Yes, I need to move a reservation under Haitani back an hour... and a half. I expect our usual table.” Ran pulled out, smacking her pussy to make her squeal. Both their juices mixed and leaked out of her. “We’ve been held up.”

In one hard thrust, he sunk into her all the way again. He never tired of this pussy. Ran liked to think that she’d become the perfect cock sleeve. All for him.

“We appreciate your flexibility.” It thrilled him to think that the server on the other end of the line could hear the absolutely filthy sounds coming from her mouth and her cunt. The wet sound of bare skin smacking and the squelching of her drenching pussy taking his cock over and over.

Ran ended the call, tossing the phone onto the table. “Now, we’ve a little time to finish the first dessert.” He’d have to make sure to fill up her little cunt a lot to give her another baby. It would be improper of him as a husband to not give her everything that she wants.

The perfect wife deserves nothing less.

[simpforgojosatoru]

♡》》》 It’s All in the Hands

→ summary: Draken has a secret language just for you and you adore pushing your boundaries, toeing the line until it surfaces. His hands are made for much more than just sending signals and you’re chomping at the bit until you get what you think you want out of them.

a/n: my first full length tokyorev piece and if you had thought it would be anything other than brat fewd, you must not know me too well. ;) literally popped in my head forever ago because I purchased these bomb ass joggers. <3

♡ characters/pairings: brat tamer! draken (ken ryuguji) x bratty! reader

♡ warnings: smut; D/s dynamics, bratting/brat taming, slight predator/ prey kink, ddlg (no ageplay), finger fucking, edging, slight overstim, praise kink and aftercare.

♡ word count: 3.5k

Pushing limits was just part of your very nature and that had become clear to the people around you a while ago. From your clothing choices some days and definitely the fact that you had begun hanging around delinquents some time back–the look on your folks faces alone had been satisfying. You never quite intended to end up falling for one at the time but these days you wouldn’t change it for the world on a silver platter. Because despite what others thought, never had a man treated you as well as Draken had since the two of you became close.

He took such good care of you, in ways you never knew were possible before. You had found a home in him, in being around the members of Toman. And it helped calm some of your fiery nature down over time but here and there…well, sometimes. It was just too much fun toeing the line. You knew which boundaries could and couldn’t be crossed when it came to the tall blonde, honestly it made it that much easier to push your limits. 

It was natural to horseass around with the guys, just part of the group dynamic and both sides of the equation knew what was considered too much. But that didn’t mean that the guys weren’t willing to help you get yourself into trouble when that was clearly your aim either. It amused them to no end to watch Draken deal with your bratty ass, and today would be one of those days. Being as close as you all were, a lot of the members knew about your dynamic but very few knew the ways the quiet blonde would communicate to you with just his hands.

What was supposed to be a leisurely hangout at one of your favorite parks was slowly becoming anything but. Your first order of business in riling up your boyfriend was to skip over to where Mitsuya sat on one of the benches almost immediately. Under the guise of showing off your new joggers to him, you gave a little twirl and before he could even ask, you were planting a boot next to him on the bench so he could feel the material. 

“Whadya think? They’re nice right?” You asked staring down at him, the grin tugging at the corners of your lips made one of his own appear as he looked up at you.

“I think you’re tryin’ to get into trouble.” He replied knowingly, causing your grin to spread as he chuckled. “It’s your ass, sweetheart….now, because I know ya, what do you want added on?”

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[simpforgojosatoru]

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Such ass-kicking and empowering lyrics, accompanied by a rocking tune (currently replaying in my head 🤭😂🤘🤘🤘🎸🎸🎸)

# I never believed that I would concede/And let someone trample on me/You strung me along, I thought I was strong/But you were just gaslighting me

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I've opened my eyes, and counted the lies/And now it is clearer to me/You are just a user and an abuser/And I refuse to take it

Won't stand down/I'm growing stronger #

[simpforgojosatoru]

𝔚𝔥𝔬’𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯⁉️

〈 Draken swears he doesn’t only go for little sisters. But when you, Takemichi’s younger sister, walks into his shop….

𖤐 genre: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI

𖤐 pairing: Ken “Draken” Ryuuguji x Fem!Reader

𖤐 word count: 6.5k 💀🤡

𖤐 warnings: bimbo reader, age gap (draken is late 20’s workin at the bike shop, you’re in early 20’s in collage) fem reader, corruption, dubcon (reader is intoxicated when they consent), virgin killer draken, oral (f!receiving), cream pie, a lil after care, praise and lots of it, drakens a scumbag but in a hot way🤪🤤

𖤐 hi this piece— just went over board. Never expected it to be this long but tbh. I’m obsessed. Like it’s gotta be in my top five fav fics. This was written for my Are You Shy⁉️ collab and for @inupi Bimbo collab! please check ‘em both out, and enjoy <3 also tagging @omiishii and @sugusshi cause they asked to be tagged <33

“Draken, you have a thing for little sisters.”

“I do not.”

The look on everyone’s faces begs to differ.

First, it was Emma, and although the relationship didn’t work out between the two, she was still Mikey’s little sister.

“Can’t believe I ever let you near my sister, sister fucker.” Mikey mumbles into the lip of his beer, making the rest of the boys laugh out loud.

“Wait— who’s sister is he going for now?”

Takemichi’s comment had them all silencing instantly, eyes going to him as if he just asked the stupidest question on earth.

Draken tried to use Takemichi’s idiocy to his advantage, waving away the conversation with a hand.

“No one—“

“Yours, obviously Takemichi.” Mitsuya blurted, much to Draken’s distaste, who dropped his forehead against the table with a groan.

“What?!”

Draken believed it wasn’t his fault, truly it couldn’t be. After the fallout with Emma, he swore to himself that the girls he went for would strictly be disconnected from his found family. Things were going well for him, so many beautiful girls passed by his shop, he even went on a date with a handful of them.

But he seemed to forget all of them when you walked into his shop.

There you were, bright-eyed, little miniskirt, lips pulled into the cutest pout he had ever seen. He was taken back when you finally met his gaze, pretty eyes widening a bit as you gasped.

“Ah! Found the right place! You’re Draken-Kun, right?”

The honorific had his heart racing, making him internally swear at himself from getting so excited just from something so simple.

“Uh yeah, that’s me.”

“Nii-chan said he’d be here, was supposed to meet him at ‘Draken-Kun’s shop’ buuuut—“ there was that cute pout again. “I don’t see him!”

He swallowed down a lump that seemed to block all his words. Why was his throat so dry? Why were you blinking up at him so perfectly?

“Uh— yeah, this is my shop but, who’s— who’s your brother?”

“Oh! Michi! Takemichi!” Your smile got even brighter when you said his name. Blinding almost.

Draken really hated the fact that it made his cock twitch.

“Fuck.” He murmured, bringing a hand up to rub the furrow from his brows. You tilted your head in confusion, reaching out and giving one of his biceps a squeeze.

“What was that, Draken-Kun?”

You sounded so concerned, so sorry for someone you didn’t even know. Draken quickly shook you off, before the simple touch of your soft palm made his cock harder than it already was. “No, nothing, it’s nothing. He’s— he’s upstairs.”

“Thank you~!” Sweet as sugar, you basically skipped towards the staircase, a hum in your voice when you called out to Takemichi.

And Draken watched until you disappeared. He watched the sway of your hips, watched your cute little heels clack up the stairs, and he certainly watched the way the swell of your ass became visible when you reached a certain step, along with an outline of lacy panties that were meant to stay hidden.

Fuuuuuuck—

Draken left the boys earlier than usual, hands buried deep in his pockets and a scowl on his face. Takemichi’s angry face was stuck in his head, along with his bitching that only made the boys tease him harder.

“You better not fuck my sister Draken! She’s too sweet for you bro!”

“Whatever—“ Draken mumbled to himself, his breath leaving him in a puff of air due to the cold that surrounded him. He was heading back to his apartment, wanting to slip into bed and hope that the boys would get so hammered tonight they’d forget everything discussed.

When his phone started to buzz he groaned again, ready to tell Mikey no he wasn’t coming back and to fuck off. What he wasn’t expecting to see was your contact name on his screen.

He really should have just let it go to voicemail, in fact, he should delete your number period. But, he picked it up on the very last ring, bringing the phone to his ear with hesitation.

“Hello?”

“D-Draken!!” You were whining— voice a bit slurred and muffled. Was there music in the background? Draken couldn’t really tell. He held his fingers to his other ear in an attempt to hear you better as you started to ramble.

“Can’t— I can’t hear you,” Draken said, trying his best to keep the annoyance from his tone as.. wait, were you crying?

“I-I’m at a stupid party dra! A-and Michi won’t answer his phone b-but I wanna go home! T-There’s this boy here a-and he won’t leave me alone and I-I’m too drunk—“

Draken tensed up at the mention of some boy.

“Slow down…” He sounded calmer now, his apartment coming into view. “Send me your address, I’ll come to get you.”

“P-Please Draken, don’t wanna be here anymore, wanna go.”

It was the way you whined so desperately, so pretty. Draken knew this was bad, knew you didn’t even try to call him first.

But you still called him. Still trusted him enough.

“I’ll get you, sweetheart.” He was swearing at himself for the pet name that left his mouth without permission, but when you made the cutest little hum on the other end of the phone he quickly forgot his worries. “Send me the address right now while you’re on the phone. Do ya know how?”

He was already in the parking garage as your location pinged on his phone. He easily spotted his bike, hopping on as you continued to blubber into the phone.

“C-come now, promise you’ll come now dra—“

“I’m coming, promise. Stay where you are.”

He hung up and sped out of the garage before his right mind could catch up.

The address was some grungy trap house. The smell of cheap liquor and sex seemed to waft from the door as piles of drunk university kids spilled free. He waited until he saw you, finally, heels in hand and bare feet stepping into the damp grass to get to him.

He bit the inside of his cheek. You looked drunk, mascara already ran down your cheeks and little sniffles left you as you approached the bike. He tried to keep his eyes off the low cut of your tank top, but it was hard when you flung yourself at him, clinging to his waist with that pretty whine he loved hearing so much.

“D-Draaaaa~!” You carried the ‘A’, pressing your damp cheeks into the leather of his jacket, along with pressing your chest into his side. He brought his hand to your back, eyes rolling as he went to pat it.

Only to feel that you weren’t wearing a bra.

Keep it together, Ken.

“Get on, c'mon you’re gonna catch a cold.” He was quick to throw his jacket over you, slipping you in front of him cause honestly, he didn’t trust you to hold on tight enough to him in your drunk state.

So he had you sitting in front of him. He instructed you to put your hands on the handle bras, sensing your hesitation as you continued to sniffle and whimper. He pressed his chest into your back, lips close to your ear.

“It’s alright, I won’t let anything happen to you. Put 'em down.” He felt the way you shivered, and he hated the way it made him smirk. When you finally planted your hands down he placed his much larger hands over yours. They completely engulfed your palms, and he hoped that the little whine you let out now was because of that.

He reeved off quickly, trying to slow himself down but unable to control himself as he sped off towards his place with you in tow.

He ended up carrying you up the stairs to his apartment. He had originally tried to work your heels back on, but you were very much against that, sending him your best pout along with a little “nuh-uh! Don’t wanna!” And since he didn’t want you stepping on anything nasty he settled for picking you up instead.

You were on his back, arms slung over his shoulder as you babbled nonsense in his ear. Something about how you drank too much tequila and ‘but how can you say no to free shots?’ Draken just shook his head, gripping one of your thighs a bit tighter as he worked his apartment door open.

“Easy.” He spoke as he placed you on the ground. You giggled when your legs wobbled, quick to grip onto Draken’s arm yet again as you finally let your heels tumble to the ground.

“Takemichi would kill you if he knew you were this drunk,” Draken stated, trying to keep the amusement from his voice as you used the wall to help yourself towards the couch. You looked back at Draken and stuck your lip out in a pout, before sticking your tongue out.

“Michi isn’t my daddy, I do what I want~!”

Draken almost choked on his spit. Did you really have to talk like that— say that in the cutest little voice? He was grateful when you started your trek to the couch again, so he could fix the bulge that started to form in his joggers.

“Oh, yea? Well, you shouldn’t, you can barely stand. And who was this guy feeding you shots?” Just the thought of some loser college boy trying to get you drunk, preying on you, made his brows twitch, knuckles tensing as he made his way to meet you on the couch.

“Ugh, just some loser. Claims he’s in a gang dra, just like you and Michi used to— but he’s no bad boy, no no he’s a creep~!”

“Yea?” Draken just chuckled coldly, fetching you a water bottle from the fridge. “Must be a real classy group of delinquents if they’re—“

His voice got caught again when he finally saw you on his couch.

You had worked his jacket off you, sprawled yourself out on the cushions without a care in the world. The little tube skirt you were wearing was hiked up dangerously high, leaving little to the imagination as you turned your face away from the cushions, looking up at Draken.

And you had the audacity to giggle, “You’re couch s’comfy dra~”

one of your legs threatened to topple right off the couch, but if that happened, well it would certainly make the wimpy material hike all the way up.

Draken caught your knee before it had the chance, only making you giggle more. His heart was pounding against his rib cage, blood pumping dangerously fast to his crotch as he shot you a disappointed look.

“Be careful.” He gritted out through clenched teeth, and when you looked at him, eyes wide and glossy…

Draken had to have more willpower than this, didn’t he?

“D-Don’t be mean t’me” You were whining again, rolling over and pressing your face into the couch. Your leg slipped from his touch, and he thought maybe he’d be in the clear now.

But when you curled up, the skirt he put too much faith in hiked up, letting the swell of your ass free. Draken wanted to turn away, or at least throw a pillow at you, but he couldn’t seem to rip his eyes away from your pretty, soft skin.

You were still mumbling, something about him bossing you around. But Draken finally shook himself from the dangerous trance he was in, clicking his tongue and grabbing at your shoulder.

“Up, cmon, you’re going to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna.” You spoke, voice nothing bratty as you tried to slip from his grasp. Draken wasn’t having any of it, not when he was only seconds from snapping.

“Too bad. Get up. You need water and sleep.”

“Nooo~!” You looked back at him, perfect lips pouting and this cute sense of defiance in your gaze that still swam with unclarity.

Draken wasn’t sure what it was that finally made him snap. Maybe it was the way you looked at him, maybe it was the brattiness that he knew he could work outta you, maybe it was how your ass now pressed into his thighs.

But whatever it was, it didn't matter. He was pressing his lips to yours, swallowing the little shocked gasp you pushed against his lips. He only pulled away when his lips began to pulse, a shaking breath puffing out against your trembling lower lip.

He kept his eyes glued to yours as his thumb swiped at the drool that lingered on your lip, another click leaving his tongue.

“Messy…” he murmured, more to himself than to you as you batted your lashes up at him, leaned into his touch as if on instinct.

Draken shoulda stopped. This would be the perfect time to back off, let you sleep off the alcohol on his couch and call Takemichi in the morning. Hell, you’re so drunk you probably wouldn’t even remember this little kiss.

But then you spoke.

“D-Dra.. y-your lips are reaaaal soft.”

“Fuck.” He swore for real this time, ignoring any sense as he pressed his lips to yours once again. It was so cute how hesitant you were, fingers trembling softly as they ran through his black ponytail. He had no problem slipping his hands beneath you, easing you up and into his lap.

“Fuck.” He mumbled it into your open mouth this time, feeling your warm little cunt pressing into his crotch. The panties you wore did little to conceal your sex, and it didn’t help that you were squirming in his lap, hips twitching into him and nails digging along his shoulders.

He had to pull back again, his palms planted firmly on your hips to keep you still. “Can’t— fuck. You can’t squirm like that baby.” He hated how desperate he already sounded, voice going down an octave and raspier than usual.

You bit the tip of your nail, face heating up along with the rest of your body as you slowly raised your gaze to meet Draken’s. “C-Can’t help it, I’ve never—“

Draken brows shot up, panic flooding his system. He did not want to hear you say you’d never kiss a guy before.

“Never sat in someone’s lap like this…” The relief washed over him, making his shoulders slump again. There was this swelling feeling in his chest, one that he didn’t exactly love, but he couldn’t stop it from coming.

It was the same feeling he got when he took Emma’s virginity.

“Oh, yea…? What else haven’t you done?” He was curious now, big hands rubbing reassuring circles into your hips. The skirt you were wearing before was useless now, bunched up at your hips and showing off the cute panties you wore. He tried not to stare as you tried to stutter out your words.

But Draken knew now, he was much weaker than he originally thought.

“I-I’ve kissed a guy! Obviously!! B-But…” There you were, pouting again. But the more Draken massaged at your hips, the more your whines started to sound like meek little mewls. “I-I just— I haven’t really done anything other than like.. touching I guess..”

He really hoped that you didn’t feel his cock twitching right under you.

Draken hummed in acknowledgement, bringing his face close to yours as soon as you looked down into your lap. “Just touching, yea? Have you ever held a dick before, sweetheart?”

“N-no!” He shouldn’t be teasing you like this, but he couldn’t help himself. His question just made you squirm again, and he enjoyed the friction just a little longer than he should have before he was gripping your hips again, giving you a more stern glance.

“I said, no squirming…” The corner of his lip twitched as you whimpered at him, eyes getting glassy all over again.

“M’sorry…” you spoke back through pouting lips, still having trouble meeting his gaze as your fiddled with the collar of his shirt.

Draken knew what he was doing was wrong, could hear the voices of his buddies taunting and teasing, claiming just how right they were about him. But being this close to you, seeing just how badly you wanted to hump against him, even if you were drunk.

How the hell was he supposed to let this opportunity go?

“Well… I don’t wanna spook you, angel. If ya haven’t done anything, I’ll just put you to bed, alright—“

“N-no!” Hook, line, and sinker.

“No?” Draken mused, his hands finally pulling you just a bit closer, his fingertips teasing over the flesh of your ass. You shook your head, clinging onto him a bit tighter.

“N-No I— I want…” your words trailed off, your own nerves getting the better of you.

Cute. It was so cute how words could get you flustered when you were already sitting in his lap, skirt pulled up and nothing but a little pair of panties keeping you away from him.

“Cmon. Use your words baby, what do you want.” He spoke to you with that same level of authority, watching the way your eyes slowly made their back up to his own.

“I-I want you to.. to teach me.”

He was smirking now, smug as ever. But it didn’t matter.

He had you right where he wanted you.

His lips were back on yours before you could continue to stutter, but this time he was lifting you up. He gripped your ass, urging your legs to cling to his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom.

Draken placed you onto the mattress with ease, working himself between your thighs that already opened up to welcome him. He was pleased to see that when he pulled away from the kiss this time you were panting, lips a little swollen and chest heaving as you looked up at him.

Already so curious, so desperate for whatever he was willing to offer you.

“I’ll teach you, baby.” Draken was speaking into your skin, planting kisses along your cheeks, down the column of your neck. He felt your pulses with his lips, the steady beat only picking up in pace when he looked up at you through hooded eyes. “But, you have to listen, you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

He already knew your answer, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Y-Yes, I’ll be a good girl Dra…” you managed to whimper, voice slipping into a whine when his lips pushed over the flimsy strap of your tank top, dragging it down over your shoulder.

“Ken.” He laughed when you gave him this confused look. So naive, so very dumb.

But so very willing.

“Want you to call me Ken, can ya do that baby?”

When you realized what he was asking you let out a little “oh” and a nod, which pleased him to no end. His hand dragged your other strap down, leaving just a few inches left of coverage over your chest. It was the perfect place for him to pause, look you over just once more.

“Ask one more time for me baby, nice and pretty now.” This was his way of getting you to beg, and boy did you play into his hand so easily.

“P-Please Ken, please teach me, please—“

His will had broken long ago, the sweet sounds of your pleas, the tears that made your lashes clump. All of it had broken him down long before. His lips were back on your chest, one rough hand finally freeing your breasts from the confines of the little tank top you wore. He groaned as he squeezed each mound in his palms, the gasp you let put making his head feel light.

“Such pretty tits….” He murmured, his eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of your pretty nipples, which quickly peddled up as he smoothed his thumb over the bud. He poked his tongue out, curiosity getting the best of him as he swiped the wet muscle over your left nipple.

“O-Oh!--” Cute. He wanted to hear that little squeak on repeat, wrapping his lips around your nipple while he continued to massage the other. Your fingers quickly clung to his black hair, running through the soft locks before pulling him flush to your skin.

“F-Feels good Ken! Mhm! So good– I– want!!” Your words tumbled off your tongue mindlessly, mewls and whimpers getting pushed out as Draken released you with a pop. He licked his lips at your swollen bud, admiring the little indents his teeth had made before your tug on his hair snapped him back to reality.

“Watch it.” He warned, squeezing your breast hard enough to make you whimper. “Lemme take my time with you, Angel.”

“B-But–” You didn’t even know what you were pleading for, brain foggy as Drken moved on from your tits, large hands travelling to the hem of your skirt. The skirt was pulled from your legs with a few simple tugs, leaving you in nothing but a pair of dainty panties.

A pair that had a wet patch just waiting to be removed.

“You’re so cute…” Draken breathed out, his hands smoothing over your tummy, big enough to almost engulf your waist. Each touch of his fingertips on your skin left a tingling sensation, skin ablaze as you whimpered at him again, hips bucking off the mattress as he cupped your cunt.

“Please Ken…” You were gripping the sheets as he fiddled with the hem of your panties. Hooking his index finger under the material only to let it snap back against your sensitive skin. You could have cried from that, reaching for him.

Only for him to easily scoop up both wrists in one hand, pinning them back above your head. Although his eyes were nothing but stern, his lips were holding back a smirk, showing just how amused he was with how needy you became so quickly.

Although you didn’t notice, how could you when your only thought was him, his hands, his everything?

“Keep your hands up here, understood?” When he got a little whine and a nod he hummed in approval, pressing a feather-light kiss to your nipple. “Gunna teach ya how to feel good, but you can’t get in my way–”

“M’sorry, sorry Ken, won’t, please–” He let you babble on, easing your thighs open a little further. Once your fingers curled into the sheets above your head again he let go of your wrists, all focus drawn back to the little wet spot.

He was shameless as he pressed his nose into it, your scent instantly making him groan, pulling you closer to his face by the hips. He went as far as to nuzzle your covered pussy, pressing a kiss to where your clit was hiding under the fabric. You were trembling under his actions, each one making you whimper and whine for more.

“Smells sweet as candy, bet ya taste like it too, don’t ya?” There was a slur in his voice as his teeth took hold of the flimsy fabric, and rather than dragging it down your thigh, he tore it off with one good tug.

You could have come right there, seeing the ruined pieces of your underwear dangling from his lips, the feral look in his eyes as he was finally met with the sight of your swollen pussy, covered in your own slick and making it glisten in the dim lighting.

He used two fingers to spread your lower lips apart, pupils only blowing out larger at the sight of your desperate little hole clenching at the air.

Beckoning him.

“First, you’re gonna come on my lips.” His voice was raspy, but it was enough to catch your attention, make you look at him with glossy eyes and a nod. “Gunna use my fingers too since I gotta work this pretty pussy open.”

“Kay ken, mhm… wanna feel you.” You muttered, the term pretty pussy making you flutter around nothing yet again. He just knew praise would make your brain turn off.

He licked one long stripe up your pussy, gathering the slick there. The action already had both of your groaning, a form hand on your hip keeping you pressed into the mattress as he let his tongue toy and flick at your pulsing clit.

“Oh! Yes–!” Every flick, every suck, every slurp of his tongue had you gasping, eyes squeezing out the pleasurable tears. It was like nothing you’d ever felt but you just needed more, needed to relieve that knot that was already so tight in your belly as Draken ate your pussy like it was his last meal.

You were just so sweet, just like he knew you would be, your arousal gushing onto his chin each time he kissed your clit. He knew you were wet enough by now, but he still spat a glob of saliva over your hole before slipping a finger into you.

Your mouth hung open in a little “o” as he pumped his thick finger in and out, and he couldn’t help but bite his lip at just how hard you squeezed his single finger.

Couldn’t help but think how tight you’d be when he finally bullied his cock into you.

“You’re so tight baby… gunna use another finger.” As much as he hated pulling his lips away from your pussy, he just had to see what your face looked like when he slid a second finger into you, and it did not disappoint.

You bit your already swollen lip, whimpering and attempting to buck away had it not been for the grasp on your hip. “S’too much, too much Ken–!”

“It’s just my fingers baby girl, you can take it…’ He was trying too hard to hold back his smirk, cooing praise as his fingers stretched out your gummy walls, in search of that one spot he knew would…

The tip of his index finally grazed the little lump, your eyes shooting open and your back arching from the sudden jolt of pleasure.

“There it is…” Draken hummed, massaging into the spot, making your body tremble. “This is your sweet spot, angel, feels so good, doesn't it?”

You nod, words lost to you as drool dribbles freely from your open mouth. It made him grin, adrenaline pumping through him as your pussy milked his fingers just like it would milk his cock… just as soon as he had a taste.

“C’mon baby girl, come f’me, yea? It’s gonna feel so good.” Draken’s words are a promise as he locks his lips back onto your clit. He’s suckling the precious bud, all the while his fingers massage your g-spot. He knows you’re overwhelmed, can tell by the way you jolt and cry.

But he needs to taste you.

You gasp as heat washes over you, the knot in your stomach snapping apart slowly. It’s the subtle graze of Draken’s teeth against your clit that sets you over, a cry of his name with a mix of slur’s spilling from your lips as you gush on his fingers.

Draken groans, you sounded so much better than he imagined coming undone. His fingers were pulled free quickly just so his lips could latch onto your cunt, lewdly slurping up your arousal even as your hips tried to desperately wiggle away.

“Fuckkkkk….” Draken groans as he finally lifts his lips from your swollen lower lips, the sight of his eyes narrowed and his chin covered in your arousal making your face heat up, embarrassment making you bring your hands over your face.

He chuckles, hovering back over you to press wet kisses along your arms. “Why are you hiding from me, baby? Did so good f’me, felt good didn’t it?” His free hand petting your pussy, smearing your arousal over your skin and only further making a mess of your inner thighs.

You look at him through your fingers, slowly pulling your hands away when you catch sight of his handsome smile. You nod at him, hips bucking into his palm despite the way your clit tingles. “Mhm… felt good Ken, really good.”

“Good. Wanna feel better?” He asks, sitting up on his hunches. He grips the back of his shirt, easily pulling his shirt up and over his head, and the sight of his abs as you mewling for more. Your hands finally leave the sheets just to touch him, trembling fingertips smoothing over his abs with glossy eyes. He was so… so pretty? You had always thought so, but never acted on it, of course…

When his thumb smooths over your lip to collect the drool that leaks there you snap from your trance, his devious smirk making you whine. “You’re so cute.” He murmured, the dumb little look in your gaze only making his cock twitch harder.

So cute and so dumb, Draken was truly the luckiest man on earth tonight.

His cock was painfully hard when he finally pulled himself free, leaking a generous amount of pre that he used to slick up his length. His smirk grew when he caught you staring again, eyes wide and biting down so hard on your lower lip.

He held a hand out for you, helping you sit up a bit. He took your hand and placed your much smaller one on his cock, and the sight alone made him groan low in his throat.

Your fingers just looked so small as they wrapped around his length, your thumb rubbing along one of his veins with so much curiosity. You squeezed him and he hissed, instantly making your hand go slack around him.

“Not so tight angel.”

“M’sorry Ken…” You licked your lips, figuring out how much pressure to apply as you worked your palm up and down his shaft. Each time you almost reached the top his thick mushroom head would flush an even brighter pink, his pre dribbling from his tip and onto your fingers. Draken watches with wide eyes as you brought your hand to your lips, licking away his arousal with a pretty little sound.

Fuck.

He took hold of your hips again, lifting them so he could slide one of his pillows under your lower back. This angle had your hips sticking up a bit, your legs perched over his calves as he sat between your thighs. “Lay back” He instructed, and you didn’t pause with his instruction, laying back into his pillows while keeping your eyes glued to his cock.

“It’s gonna sting.” He warned, knowing that sting was probably an understatement as he laid his cock over your cunt, biting his lip to see that his tip almost reached your belly button.

“M’ready.” and you were, you wanted to be, your curiosity was getting the better of you, feeling his length rub over your cunt to get more slicked up, each time his tip caught your clit made you more impatient, reaching for his free hand and squeezing it tightly.

Draken positioned himself at your opening, greedy little hole sucking in his tip with minimal effort. It’s when the girth hit that you finally gasped, your rings of muscles attempting to make way for Draken’s cock. He shushed you with gentle coos squeezing your hand back and pressing warm kisses along your tear-stained face.

“Relax for me…” He murmured against your skin, two fingers rubbing away at your clit. Draken was so tense and he held himself back, every muscle in his body rippling as he bullied his cock into your warm gummy walls.

“I-I–” You were stammering, chest shaking as you sucked in a breath. He had to be almost all the way in, right? When you saw only half of his cock had been pushed in you cried out a little, head shaking.

“S’not, not gonna fit~!” You sobbed, eyes watery as your legs trembled around him. He pressed a kiss to your lips this time, his finger never ceasing the slow circles on your bud to help break you open for him.

“It’ll fit sweetheart, promise, and it’s gonna feel so good… need ya to relax, can ya do that.” He looked at you,, expectantly, and who were you to say no? Not that you wanted to, considering your pussy was still milking away at what fit. You nodded, giving his hand another squeeze as reassurance.

Draken sucked in a breath of his own, and with one good jerk of his hips, his cock bullied itself all the way in, knocking up against your cervix and making you cry out for him. His fingers pinched your clit, the squeeze of your walls making his eyes roll back.

“Fuck– Jesus Christ, that’s it baby, my fucking god, you feel so good.” His own grunts drowned out your whines, which his delight soon turned to little moans as he kept working at your clit, your pussy holding him snuggly and almost refusing to let up.

It was the subtle bulge on your tummy, the outline of his cock sitting between your plush walls that really made him snap. He started thrusting, hips creating a steady pace that had his balls tapping up against your ass with each thrust. Your lips hung open in a silent cry, each pull and push of his hips making your walls squeeze even tighter. You were already too dumbed out to realize that Draken had placed the pillows beneath you because each time he was flush against you his cock head sat snuggly against your sweet spot, making your vision blur with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby, fuck. Got such a tight cunt.” He growled out through clenched teeth, the ring of arousal that already formed at the base of his cock making his own mouth water. You squeezed him like a vice, somehow tightening up even more each time he praised you, each time his fingers flicked your clit. Draken usually held pride at the fact that he could last in bed, holding out for the sake of his lovers.

But you? He just had to fill you up quick, had to see the dumb little look in your eyes when he pumped you full of cum.

Hit thrusts started to shake your whole body, breasts bouncing each time his hips smacked into your ass. His lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue easily overpowering yours as your teeth clashed and drool fell down your chin. Your nails found purchase on his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped moons that had him groaning into your mouth.

“Milkin my cock like a good girl, such a good girl.” He noticed your eyes rolling back, your body trembles ceasing only for a few moments as your high washes over you unexpectedly. Your vision went white when you came this time, the cry of his name making him hiss.

It was almost painful, the grip your pussy had on his cock as you gushed around him. The mess was beautiful, soaking your inner thighs and his pelvis, making a squelching sound each time he continued to pump into you.

“Fuckin came all over my cock?” he knew your answer but wanted to hear your sob out a pathetic little “yes” as he braces his arms on either side of your head. He knew better than this, knew that fucking into you this roughly, this sloppily could scare you off.

But your pussy was asking for it, leaving his cock drenched as he continued to knock up against your cervix, ground his hips so his dick massaged your g-spot. It didn’t take long for him to finish, his dick pulsing before spilling load after hot load into your walls.

You shivered at the feeling, body twitching and legs slowly loosening around him as his thrusts started to slow down. A bead of sweat fell from his brow and onto your face, making you whimper softly.

Draken was in a daze as he watched his cock slowly slip in and out of you. By the time he was all the way out, his length was covered in a shiny layer of arousal, milky and glistening. He sighed, a little flutter going off in his chest as your battered pussy clenched at nothing, pushing out a bead of his cum.

“K-Ken~” he knew he shouldn’t have pushed it back in with a finger, knew that was irresponsible and greedy of him, but the action was done before he could really think it over, his lips smoothing over yours to soothe your cries.

“M’right here baby. Did so good for me, m’so proud of you.” He rolled to his side, letting you cling and tremble against him as you came back down to earth. He had no problem petting your sweat-slicked hair, shushing you with little kisses.

If it meant you’d come back to him. And he was certain after this, you’d be crawling at his feet.

He didn’t bother leaving you, you were clinging onto him too tightly. So instead he just scooped you up, brought you to the bathroom. He was so gentle when he placed you on the toilet, and even though you were fussing about going in front of him, he was adamant about it as he washed his face.

“I can’t pee in front of you, Ken!”

“I’m not even paying attention, you need to try, it’s good for you, so you don’t get any infections.”

“What do you mean, an infection?!” He chuckled, of course, you knew nothing about that.

Once he had you calm again, face and legs clean from a washcloth he helped you slip into one of his old sweaters and a pair of boxers. You were basically sleepwalking back to his bed, mumbling something incoherent as you cuddled into his pillow.

“The bed’s all yours…” He spoke with a smirk, pressing a little kiss to your temple as he pulled the covers up to your shoulders. You were out in seconds, and Draken took your precious little snores as his cue to get up and stretch a bit, check his phone and grab water for you in case you woke up with a hangover.

It was 4 am, but what made his brows raise was the number of messages in the group chat. He clicked on it, ready for a good laugh. But instead, his stomach dropped.

Takemichi: Draken! Why is my sister at your place?!

Mitsuya: No fucking way…

Baji: Draken, maaaaan you dog 💀🐶

Chifuyu: How do you know she’s there?

Takemichi: I have her location! I was supposed to pick her up at some party but it says she is at Drakens !!

Takemichi: Draken I’ll beat your ass–

Baji: I’ll do it for ya buddy.

Mitsuya: ur done for dude

Mikey: dirty dirty kenchin ///:

Chifuyu: 💀💀💀

Kazutora: man strikes again 🤡

Pa-Chin: literally a sister fucker dawg

Mitsuya: ur never seeing my sisters again, scum 🤢

Takemichi: they’re not fucking! DRAKEN YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING HER–

He was never gonna hear the end of it.

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